Caribbean Vacation
Copyright© 2013 by Babyboomer
Chapter 1
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Spies are recruited to try to find a submarine base in the pre- W.W.II Caribbean. If it is there it could threaten the Panama Canal. They try everything in order to find out the truth. However it isn't just the exotic and erotic that they find but the weird too.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Rape Coercion Drunk/Drugged Magic Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Fiction Historical Horror Mystery Paranormal Cuckold Wife Watching FemaleDom Sadistic Torture Snuff Interracial White Couple Black Female Black Male White Female Hispanic Male Anal Sex Exhibitionism Voyeurism Public Sex Violence Transformation
Her journey had been for the purpose of getting some of the more exotic plants needed for the spells and potions she wanted to make. Her potions sometimes had some unseen side effects that she knew could be remedied with some of the tropical plants she desired. Most of her clients back in New England demanded potions for their love life. Few clients ever wanted her to do any evil things. She had been able to provide some practical joke potions that satisfied those with a revenge issue. It had only been recently that she realized that she actually had some personal power. Without thought to any possible consequences she had begun to try to increase it. Her sister witches had told her to calm down and let things come to her gradually. Yet she had read some tomes that indicated the secretions of red headed women of child bearing age magnified the power inherent within a witch. More attractive was the notion that once it had been done the witch would remain stronger than before. Also no real harm needed to be done to the donor. She had decided that a trip to Ireland might be made after her jaunt to the tropics.
Then she saw two red heads walking several blocks away. There was no way to catch them and if she did what would she say? "Hello, I'm a witch. I would like some of your orgasmic secretions. It would help me increase my power." However, at that moment she noticed the enticing sign. It read 'Tropical Island Magic - herbs and potions sold'. Claire felt very positive about what might be there.
It was like an intense pheromone to the old black woman sitting in her shop. She had just met some very stimulating red headed women. She had already collected a few hair strands from both of them. Soon some of their psychic powers would be added to that she already had. Now however she felt that she should put her work away and look for another owner of womanly power. She hoped her novelty shop would be attractive enough for the young witch to want to visit. Yet she wasn't above using some voodoo chanting to help guide the witch.
Maybe if Claire had been more careful she could have sensed the old woman's strength. Quickly the soothing voice of the old voodoo priestess put the young witch at ease. The herbs and things available in the shop were wonderful. Almost everything she needed could be purchased for almost nothing! This could save her hundreds of pounds and much time!
"No, the real owner is away now. I'm just a caretaker here. I know how much to charge but that is about all. The real owner might be able to tell you about when some of the items were picked or collected. However I can assure you that each potion is strong enough to work yet safe enough to use. If you want somebody to love you this will work. But it isn't for a quicky. No this one is forever. So you had better really want the one you're after!"
She gave a cackle at her admonition.
"The one time I used it, I was stuck with a worthless idiot of a husband. It took twenty years for him to die and yes he died because of his stupidity."
"Now this one is a lust potion. It doesn't matter who you give it to, they'll be yours for the night providing you take a sip too from the same vial at the same time."
