Black Magic Voodoo Queen
STRAIGHT, TESTICLES
Ex-girlfriend uses voodoo for the ultimate revenge.
Black Magic Voodoo Queen

The beating drums draw me closer through the darkness. The drumming 
gets louder as I approach what appears to be a mid night bon-fire in 
this secluded Cyprus grove. There, in the middle is the darkened 
silhouette of a woman. I cannot see her clearly but I know she is the 
most beautiful, seductive, and erotic woman I have ever imagined.

When she spots me gazing upon her in her primitive rite, we lock eyes 
and she begins to approach me. As she approaches, I am irresistibly 
drawn deeper into her dark, mysterious eyes, bringing me under her 
hypnotic spell.

As I stand spellbound and at the mercy of this sexy, raven-tressed 
witch, she utters with a sly smirk, “I have been expecting you” and 
reached down to tie a leather chastity adorned with feather fetishes 
around my balls.

She then returns to the fire circle and I watch in horror as she 
fashions a voodoo doll in my likeness and resumes her black rite.

After making bizarre gestures and chanting unknown words, I begin to 
feel a strange sensation tingling over my body. She puts her voodoo 
to the test and passes the doll through the flames. My skin suddenly 
burns and I feel the flames engulf my entire being.

Satisfied I am helplessly under her wicked spell; she continues her 
torturous rite. “I brought you here for punishment. Your past lover 
wants final revenge. She provided me with all the necessary details 
to enslave you by your own fetish for feathers”.  The witch then 
produced a feathered talisman and began dancing her magic feathers 
over the doll. Suddenly, I was consumed by the erotic tickling 
sensation of the soft feathers stroking my over-stimulated body. The 
witch worked her feathers over the spread legs of the doll and 
watched in wicked delight as my cock responded instantly to her 
attention and my constricted balls swelled.

As she stroked the doll, I was uncontrollably directed to grind and 
pump the invisible force of feathers urging my cock higher and 
higher. Susan approached from the darkness and together the two women 
laughed at my helpless torment. The witch commanded, “surrender your 
Will and I will make you cum!” with a nod, I agreed.

Then, with an evil grin, she said, “when I make you cum, your Will 
will be mine forever”. She danced the feathers over the doll harder 
and faster now. I could not resist her powerful magic. My body 
convulsed with each beat of the feathers.

Suddenly, the witch stopped and Susan came face to face with me, 
grabbed my now pulsing balls with her long, black taloned fingers, 
and said in a deep, seductive, taunting voice, “you already 
surrendered your Will to me long ago. You will never cum”. As she 
hissed the word “cum”, she castrated me with a single knife stroke.