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VOODOO MYSTERY

By Hardcover

"In the red light of torches which made the moon turn pale, leaping, screaming, writhing black bodies, blood-maddened, sex-maddened, god-maddened, drunken, whirled and danced their dark saturnalia, heads thrown weirdly back as if their necks were broken, white teeth and eyeballs gleaming, while couples seizing one another from time to time fled from the circle, as if pursued by furies, into the forest to share and slake their ecstasy."

--William Buehler Seabrook

The Magic Island

"The world in which you were born is just one model of reality. Other cultures are not failed attempts at being you. They are unique manifestations of the human spirit."

--Wade Davis

(Attributed)

Far off the coast of Haiti deep in the Caribbean Sea, not mentioned on very many maps, there is a large island that sometimes goes by the name of Tout Ko Mwen Cho, but is more commonly known as Mistè Island; which was sometimes rumored to be filled with magic and mystery like no other in the world. Haiti, of course, is a land filled with magic and superstition, and rumors of this location or that are fairly commonplace. I won't even begin to tell you some of the rumors I've heard of the nearby island of Matuul. But Mistè holds a special place amongst the whispered speculations of the Caribbean population, although little has ever been written about the place if at all.

It was said that the island's population had developed their own particular brand of Vodou (or Vodun, as it is properly called), and that they were capable of great feats of magic, up to and including the physical alteration of their own, or other people's bodies. I used to laugh at these rumors, considering Vodun nothing more the pure superstitious bullshit.

I'm not laughing anymore.

The principal belief in Haitian Vodou is that deities called Lwa (or Loa) are subordinates to a god called Bondyè, This supreme being does not intercede in human affairs, and it is to the Lwa that Vodou worship is directed. Other characteristics of Vodou include veneration of the dead and protection against evil witchcraft.

Haitian Vodou shares many similarities with other faiths of the African Diaspora, including the Louisiana Voodoo of New Orleans, Santeria and Arará of Cuba, and Candomblé and Umbanda of Brazil. A Haitian Vodou temple is called a Hounfour.

In Haitian Vodou SèvisLwa in Creole ("Service to the Lwa"), there are strong elements from the Bakongo of Central Africa and the Igbo and Yoruba of Nigeria, although many other African nations have contributed to the liturgy of the Sèvis Lwa. A significant portion of Haitian Vodou often overlooked by scholars until recently is the input from the Kongo. The entire northern area of Haiti is heavily influenced by Kongo practices. In northern Haiti, it is often called the Kongo Rite or Lemba, from the Lemba rituals of the Loango area and Mayombe. In the south, Kongo influence is called Petwo (Petro). Many lwa (a Kikongo term) are of Kongo origin, such as Basimbi, Lemba, etc.

Haitian Creole forms of Vodou exist in Haiti, the Dominican Republic, eastern Cuba, some of the outer islands of the Bahamas, the United States, and anywhere that Haitians have emigrated to. However, it is important to note that the Vodun religion (separate from Haitian Vodou) already existed in the United States, having been brought by enslaved West Africans, specifically from the Ewe, Fon, Mina, Kabaye, and Nago groups. Some of the more enduring forms survive in the Gullah Islands. There has been a re-emergence of the Vodun traditions in the United States, maintaining the same ritual and cosmological elements as in West Africa. These and other African-diasporic religions such as Lukumi or Regla de Ocha (also known as Santería) in Cuba, Candomblé and Umbanda in Brazil, all religions that evolved among descendants of transplanted Africans in the Americas.

My father is a journalist, mainly working for international news organizations, but he has a particular side passion of documenting new and unusual cultures all over the globe. Our family is originally from London, England, but I have spent much of my life moving around. My mother died a long time ago, so Dad takes me with him on most of his trips, usually serving as his photographer, as I am pretty handy with a camera and can shoot with the best professionals. I'm eighteen, but I had been learning my way around a camera since I was six, and most every professional photographer I had ever met has been impressed with my abilities behind the lens. Not to toot my own horn, but I don't want everyone thinking that my dad just gave me the job; I worked hard to earn it.

I think it's the nature of my life traveling and reporting on things with Dad that made me get so interested in mysteries: Mystery novels, mystery films, anything of that order has always fascinated me. Journalism, by its nature, can be very much like a good mystery story, and I think that's why I love them so much. James Patterson, Richard Castle, James Elroy, you name it, I've read it.

For the most part, my father is a good man, but he has a terrible gambling addiction that means we're always scrambling for money. I didn't really care that much, because we were usually off in some far flung part of the world anyways, where the creature comforts weren't always that affluent. Though the truth was that the two of us were stretched a bit with our work; we needed another assistant, but we simply didn't have the money. Dad was a functioning addict, that is to say; aside from the money problems, he was able to keep it from interfering in his life too much. That was about to change in a drastic way, but I had no way of knowing that.

We had originally arrived in Haiti after the disastrous 7.0 Earthquake that left over 250,000 dead. I had been to disaster sights before, but this was simply appalling. Never the less, I did my job and took pictures so that we could do our part in letting the world see what had happened here. It was the faces that got to me the most; those hopeless shattered eyes of the homeless and grieving, so that is what I shot the most of. In the end, I think I took some of my most poignant pictures in the week that we covered the quake.

We were supposed to leave at the end of the week, but Dad simply couldn't pass up the chance to go visit the mysterious Mistè Island and take a look at the strange and unique brand of Vodu that was reputed to be performed there. He wasn't totally sure we'd be allowed to witness it, but he wanted badly to try. And there was no way I could resist a whole island that was a mystery in and of itself. As it turned out, he made friends with one of the islanders who was away for the month, and we got the use of his house while we were there.

Ordinarily, he would have been ecstatic, but he received a phone call just before we left the mainland of Haiti that seemed to upset him greatly. I assumed it was something money related, but he was very quiet for our trip over there.

Making the way across and a small boat with only two other passengers, I could see how this island wasn't on any maps; it was far off the shipping lanes. On approach I could see that it was a fairly large sized island, and while a sizable town occupied the shore facing us, the rest of it seemed to be comprised of lush jungle. On closer inspection, I could see a few buildings sticking out among the threes. Surprisingly, Mistè Island is a more modern place then you would think being of such a mysterious reputation. There were schools, and a huge theater and a lot modern indulgences that you wouldn't expect from such a small island community. There were a lot of young people living on the island, and I was stunned at how many pretty girls there were; seriously gorgeous Haitian women dressed mostly in skimpy wraps that barely concealed their bodies.

But I also noticed a larger amount of Caucasian, Asian, and Latino women on the island then you'd see in most places like this. The island, on the whole, seemed unaffected as yet by the earthquake, although I saw some damage to some of the structures. The island is so far from the mainland of Haiti, that I'm not even sure it rests in their territorial waters, and it took us several hours to get there.

Once on the island we quickly found the house we were to be staying in. It was a pretty nice, once story wooden dwelling, with no real frills but all the basic necessities. It was slightly on the outskirts of the town, further inland a bit, and bordered in the back by a large grassy backyard separating the house and the thick forest area beyond. As we unpacked, I noticed Dad was still looking more and more despondent. I tried to ask him about it, but he faked a smile and told me nothing was wrong. I knew he was lying, but I knew enough not to press the matter. He'd feel better after his next paycheck, he always did.

After unpacking the few items I had brought with me, I decided to go look around the area a bit and maybe take some pictures. Usually my dad warned me not to go do far or things like that, but this time he said nothing.

I wandered around up and down the street where the house was. Taking pictures in a place like this, where the culture is steeped in magic, can be difficult, as most people won't let you take their pictures believing that you might steal their soul, or use it to cast a spell on them. This place was no different, in fact, I felt like there was a lot of suspicion of newcomers. However, I managed to get some good shots from some friendly natives, and was looking around some more when I came to a spectacular waterfall.

It wasn't a very large one, maybe only twenty feet high or so, but there was an undeniable breathtaking quality to its natural beauty as the water flowed down into the small lake beneath it, braking against the rocks and casting small rainbows in the shimmering foam. As I snapped away, I noticed a figure sitting at the edge of the lake.

Now we were talking about natural beauty: A Haitian girl of about my age, around eighteen or nineteen or so, sat by edge of the waterfall, her legs bent up but her feet dangling in the water a little. Her arms were behind her and her head was tilted back with her eyes closed as she enjoyed the cool mist generated by the waterfall. She was an astonishingly pretty girl: Her skin was dark, but slightly lighter in color then most of the native girls. Her face was almost perfectly symmetrical, round with a perfectly unobtrusive nose. Her eyelashes were long and thick, but her eyebrows were thin and fine. Her black hair flowed from her head in small waves, cascading over her shoulders.

Her body was lean but rounded in all the right places. She was dressed in a slightly frilly long white dress that was pulled up a bit letting her legs fall out. She had long, luscious legs, although she seemed a little shorter then me. Her hips curved nicely at the tops of her legs, and she'd obviously had a visit from the booby fairy, because while she wasn't large, her breasts were ample enough to be noticeable.

I absolutely had to talk to her.

I quickly made my way down to the water front. As I approached, she opened her eyes at the sound of my footsteps. She had large, brown, expressive eyes; the kind you could get lost in. She smiled sweetly as I came up to her.

I tried speaking to her in the most Creole I could manage, "Bonjou, èske ou manje okenn angle?"

I had meant to say 'Hello, do you speak any English?' but I knew I'd fumbled the ball when she frowned at me with a perplexed look on her face, and then burst into a series of musical giggles. My heart sank; I thought I had just made a very stupid first impression.

She spoke in English, with a pronounced but not too heavy Haitian accent, her voice as musical as her laugh.

"I think you meant to say 'èske ou pale nenpòt ki angle'?" She chortled sweetly, "In which case, yes, I do speak English. Much better, I think, then you're Creole. But you asked me if I 'eat any English'. In which case, I assure you: I am no cannibal."

As I got closer, I realized with a thrill that the spray from the water had soaked her dress a little, and that her breasts and nipples were slightly visible under her white outfit. I tried not to stare, really, I did. She grinned a little at my indecision.

"Or could it be that when you said 'eat English' you meant something bolder?" She said impishly.

I blushed at her boldness as she laughed happily. It's not like I was inexperienced with girls; I wasn't bad to look at with thick black hair, dark brown eyes and a slightly athletic build. But there was just something about her that put me at a disadvantage. Trying to think of something to say, I said the first thing that came into my mind.

"Can I take your picture?" I asked, holding up my camera.

At first, I though she was going to refuse but then a wide grin spread over her face and she nodded.

"But of course." She said seductively.

Throwing her hair, she crossed her legs and struck a pose. I snapped away with my camera, capturing the HD digital images of her; wondering if she knew that her breasts were partially visible. She struck a series of sitting poses, gleefully letting me photograph her.

"Am I pretty?" She asked me coyly.

"Absolutely." I said, "Probably the prettiest girl on the whole island."

"Oh probably?" She giggled in mock indignation, "You are not sure?"

I shrugged, "I just got here. You're one of the first people I've met."

"What about my body?" She asked boldly, "Do you think I'm sexy?"

"Oh, yes I do. Very sexy." I replied, blushing.

"Good, I like that. I like that you like my body, it makes me feel good." She said, "It's too bad you didn't get here yesterday, I was on the beach in a bikini."

I had to say, I really liked her forward enthusiasm. I took a few more pictures and then looked down at her bag, placed far enough away to avoid the spray. I noticed she had the latest John Sanford novel sitting on top of her purse. A bookmark showed that she was almost halfway through it. My interest perked up a few notches.

"Hey, the new John Sanford." I commented, "Do you like it?"

"Oh yes, very much." She got up and walked over to her purse, crouching down next to it, "I love mystery stories. Do you?"

"Oh you bet!" I exclaimed.

Sexy, beautiful, uninhibited, and a lover of mysteries; this was just too good to be true. We stayed and talked for a little bit about all sorts of different books and movies that we liked. I found her quite fun and intelligent, to say nothing of downright sultry. She told me a little about herself.

"So what's you're name, or is that going to be a big mystery too?" I asked her.

"I am Jala Toutounitifi." She told me.

"I'm Matt." I introduced myself.

Jala told me a little about herself, she a local girl and was the daughter of a pair of local merchants, who were not rich but put food on the table and allowed her a comfortable existence. She went to school here on the island and worked part time in her mother's clothing store. I explained my life with my father to her and she seemed interested in our peculiar life style.

"That sounds like a lot of work for just to two of you?" She commented.

I nodded, "We could do with an assistant, but we can't afford one."

Standing up and moving towards the road, she slung her purse on her shoulder, "So what brings you to Mistè Island?"

"I'm here with my father." I answered, "He's interested in the unique religious practices we've heard about."

She took on a guarded look, but remained friendly, "Yes, it is true; our Vodun on this island is unique to us."

I scratched my head a little sheepishly, "I don't think we're gonna learn much, the people around here don't seem to like to talk about it."

A cat like grin appeared on her face, "Oh, maybe you'll learn more then you expect, you never know."

Before I could ask her what she meant, she added, "I have to get going, it's been nice talking to you."

As she started to walk away, felt a surge of panic: This beautiful girl was going to disappear on me.

"Wait." I called, "When will I see you again."

"Whenever." She called back, "It's a small island you can find me."

She stopped and then said, "I do like you, Matt. Please find me."

And with that, she disappeared into the crowd like smoke. Actually, the island wasn't that small pretty big actually, but the settlement itself was, and I assumed that's what she meant.

My head was in the clouds; this incredible girl had said she liked me. It was all too good to be true. I walked forward along the nearest path, grinning stupidly to myself. I couldn't wait to see Jala again; she was so pretty and so cute. I was so wrapped up in thoughts about her that I didn't see the strange man come out of the forest at first. Hushed whispers from the other people called my attention to him. I stopped dead when I saw him.

He stood at the edge of the jungle, not fifteen feet away from me. He was well over six feet tall, and his skin was a dark as I had ever seen. His body was muscular, but lean and lanky, seeming to be mostly legs and arms, but rippled with toned but not large muscles. He was completely naked, his large penis hanging limply in full view of everyone. His face was long, and slightly large in the chin giving him a slight simian appearance.

But it was his eyes that got to me; they were strange . . . wrong somehow. They stared ahead, glazed and unfocused, a strange milky grey film to their appearance. They seemed like the eyes of a corpse.

All around me, people were muttering and whispering to each other.

"Zonbi!" A woman behind me hissed in fear, "Li se yon zonbi!"

The mummer when up in the crowd, "Zonbi, zonbi, zonbi."

Zonbi; as in Zombie: A corpse brought back to life and enslaved by magic. I shrank back unconsciously from the tall frightening man.

For a long moment, he stayed where he was; as if his eyes were transfixed by something the rest of us could not see. And then, slowly and methodically, he began to look around at the crowd, his milky eyes moving from one face to the next. He continued this motion, over and over until he finally settled on one particular person.

A chill ran up my spine as I realized he was staring at me. I felt goose bumps run all up my arms as those creepy dead looking eyes stared at me. I backed up, overcome by a sickening fear as the bizarre figure's eyes bored into me with its flat, emotionless expression. It seemed like a full minute passed before the zombie finally turned and returned into the thick foliage from which it had so mysteriously come.

Shaken and unnerved, I began to head home. After a few steps, I began to feel better and laughed at myself a little even. I knew what zombies were, and they weren't dead people brought back to life. Zombie's were simply people tricked into believing that they had died by a bokur, or sorcerer, after they had been dosed with the drug tetrodotoxin from several species of puffer fish, which paralyzed them and made them appear dead. Once they were dug up by the bokur, their belief was so strong that they did whatever he told them to.

I really had to laugh at myself for getting so worked up by some fanatical hocus pocus.

That night at dinner, I told Dad about my meeting with Jala, but not about the 'zombie', deciding he already looked like he was under enough worry (Besides, he'd just laugh at me). Dinner was awkward, and there wasn't a lot of conversation. I could tell something was bothering him, and it looked like he'd been drinking a bit again, something he only did when he was really worried about something. I thought about the phone calls he'd been getting; I was pretty sure I knew what the problem was: The same thing it always was, Dad's gambling debts.

But the weirdest thing happened just before I went to bed: On the way in, Dad stopped me and asked me, "You know I love you, don't you?"

When I nodded, he just sighed heavily and walked away. I think I heard him sob a little as well. I knew that if I asked he'd just put on his 'game face' and claim nothing was wrong, so I let the matter drop and went to bed.

I was awakened many hours later, by the sound of drum beats.

Something caused me to wake up, I'm not sure what, but as soon as my facilities were aroused, I could hear the dull but frenetic beating sounds. They were muffled, but unmistakable, and nearby somewhere out in the jungle behind the house. I slipped out of bed, curious, and scooped up my camera heading out into the small den that looked out into the back yard. I was dressed only in a sleeveless undershirt and a pair of white shorts; the less clothes the better in the Caribbean heat.

Walking to the large window that looked out, I could see only a little in the moonlight, but I could definitely see the slight orange glow of a campfire. It was too dark to try using the zoom on my camera. I looked into the black, shadow filled yard. The light twinkled faintly between the trees, casting ghostly silhouettes on the ground, as it dancing themselves to the hypnotic drum beat. There was something unnerving about the sight, and I shrank a little away from the window, but could not tear my eyes away.

As I listened, I thought I could hear voices chanting in the darkness, faintly wafting up through the foliage and across the yard. My mind played tricks on me, as I saw movement in the shadows everywhere I looked. The sounds of the drums were rhythmic and mesmerizing, I pictured the celebrants, dancing wildly to the beat, letting the music take them to wild frenzies of lust. I peered into the gloom, trying to see if I could make out any movement.

I suddenly got the frightening and unnerving feeling that I was being watched. I looked all over the yard, but could see no one out there to explain my sudden paranoia. Still I looked around, unable to shake the notion that eyes were upon me.

The hair stood up on the back of my neck as I began to get the sensation, the sense that someone was behind me. With my heart hammering in my chest, I spun around and looked into the den.

I saw nothing there, but the lights were out and the den was bathed in pitch black darkness. I had been looking out the window into the moonlight, and my eyes weren't used to the darkness of the den.

With horror I became aware of a large shape in the middle of the room as my eyes adjusted to the lack of moonlight in the den. A huge tall lanky darker shadow within the shadows, standing right in front of me. My skin crawled as more unimaginable fear then I thought possible clawed at my spine with icy fingers of dread, the blood draining out of my face all at once.

The zombie! He was here in the house!

I tried to scream but something blew into my face like dust and the world instantly spun around me. I tried to run, but my legs were like rubber falling under me as I collapsed to the ground. My eyes rolled up in my head and soon the world went completely dark.

When I awoke, I had no idea where I was. I was rudely awakened by the offensive odor of smelling salts, consciousness returning to me in an unwelcome blast that left me disoriented and completely at a loss. I felt sand beneath my feet and realized I was standing upright, my hands above my head, tied together by thick rope. I blearily tried to remember how I'd gotten here, and after a moment, I remembered the zombie.

My eyes flew open and I looked around at where I was. I was in a building, in a large square room. The floor was the ground itself, but on all around in a square were raised concrete walkways that ran around the entire room. In two corners, slightly curved steps led down from the walkways to the ground. In the ceiling, a wide square hole looked out into the night sky, the full moon visible over head. Torches lined the walls in great numbers, illuminating the room with dancing glows and shadows. I was, I realized, in a voodoo peristyle, though this didn't look like any I had ever seen.

In front of me, at the far end of the room, I could see a large rectangular stone alter of some kind; intricate symbols that didn't look familiar were carved out of the rock, which was supported by three huge blocks underneath it. The stones looked very old, and the whole thing was draped in a thick purple cloth, with candles burning on each end.

Halfway between where I was tied and the alter was a long detailed rug laid out on the ground, with a dizzying array of patterns that almost made you mesmerized by their complexity. The pole I was tied to was thick as a tree trunk and was carved into a series of bizarre faces, almost like a totem pole. I, however, recognized none of the effigies on the pole. My hands where tied together with rope that was looped about and lashed tightly to a large metal ring that was firmly screwed into the wooden pole. I realized that this must be the Mistè version of the poto mitan, representing the center of the universe and the access to the spirit world. It was drastically different, however, from any poto mitan I had ever seen.

On either side of the pole were two medium sized fire pits with burning wood and coal causing yellow and orange flames to add to the illumination of the room.

Just beyond the altar was a large oval stone set upright. With a cringing sense of horror, I could see that the zombie was tied to the stone, his body fitted neatly into a large depression in the rock that made a slightly human X shape. He stared ahead, seemingly uncaring about his imprisonment.

The hand with the smelling salts was withdrawn. I could hear the mumbled sounds of conversation and the shuffling of feet behind me, and could tell that although the area in front of me was empty, except for the zombie, there were a lot of people behind me, milling about as if they were preparing for something. What, I couldn't hazard a guess, especially since my head was still groggy.

I suddenly became aware that I was completely naked!

Figures began to come in from around me. They all were dressed in loose fitting long white robes, with their feet bare. Most of them were wearing strange African masks painted in vivid shades of black, blue, red and yellow, depicting a multitude of odd and sometimes frightening visages. Streamers of all sorts of colors flowed from the wood, moving as the wearers did. Most of the people all filed up onto the walkways, but some came down and placed skin drums of various size on the ground on either side of the altar. A few others took up wooden wind and string instruments of unusual construction.

An unmasked Haitian man stopped in front of me. He was enormous with huge muscles bulging all over his body. He held a large wooden bowl in front of him with some kind of red liquid in it. He shoved it towards my face.

"You must drink." He told me in a low, deep voice.

"What are you doing to me?" I demanded, "Why am I here?"

The man simply pressed the bowl towards me, ignoring my question.

"You must drink." He repeated.

Although I was tempted to spit in the bowl in defiance, a look at the man's bugling biceps made me think twice. He put the bowl to my lips, and I took a long drink. The liquid was actually sweet and sort of tasty. I noticed the rest of the crowd took turns drinking something similar.

Three women came over with some kind of paint and quickly painted some symbols on my chest. All three were masked. My head had begun to swim and I realized that the liquid in the bowl had been drugged. The women looked over my body and gave each other playful, knowing giggles. This close I could see that the robes were actually a two part outfit, a loose fitting white shirt tied in the front and a long white skit tied at the sides. I could see their bare thighs through the opening in the sides of the skirt where it was tied, and could tell they were not wearing panties.

"What are you doing to me?" I demanded.

One of the women spoke, her voice laden with excitement, "Sakrifis virilité ou nan Lwa an. Bay tèt ou Ayida. Seremoni an de lanmò moun yo. Seremoni an Nesans a fanm. Seremoni an sèrpan la."

"What?" I stammered, "I don't understand?"

The middle woman spoke, and I was stunned and horrified to hear that it was Jala's voice coming from behind the mask.

"It's The Ceremony Of The Serpent." She said, "The calling forth of Ayida, the Rainbow Serpent."

"What? What does that have to do with me?" I protested, yanking on the ropes with all the strength my drugged out body could muster.

"You're going to sacrifice your manhood and become a girl." Jala told me, running her eyes over my naked body, and then turned away towards the altar.

What?

I had no idea what she could possibly have meant by that cryptic statement. I struggled in the bonds, hoping that they didn't mean to castrate me or something. My head began to swim even more, and a light euphoric feeling crept up in me as whatever they'd given me began to take effect. I felt light headed and slightly giddy as the ceremony began.

An older man and woman came to either side of the alter. They wore no masks, but the same loose fitting white robes. They were obviously a houngan and mambo, a voodoo priest and priestess. Directly in front of the altar, Jala crouched, with her back to me, the two other women crouched on either side of the alter, facing it. The drums began to beat in slow rhythms as the two began to speak in turn. I had no idea what they were saying, but the language was definitely not Creole, and least not as I had ever heard it spoken before. I was able to pick our a few Lwa names in the incantations, but most of the names mentioned were unfamiliar. The celebrants all around me responded to the words, and began tossing flowers of various kinds at the alter. The drum beats grew louder and louder, and faster and faster, and my addled brain was mesmerized by the beat.

The spoken part of the ceremony ended with a climax, and the music began to hit a frenetic, frantic beat. Jala leapt to her feet and turned around, facing me. I blushed as I realized that the front of her robe was open just enough form me to clearly see her bare breasts. She began to dance wildly, moving her arms hips and legs in rapid motions that would have put Shakira to shame. She moved and shook her shoulders and arms, letting the shirt open wider, clearly baring her fifteen year old breasts to me. She wiggled and danced with wild abandon. The two other girls remained where they were, but moved their bodies in time to the beat.

Jala let the shirt fall totally open and then let it slide down her arms, moving her hips and legs in a wild, suggestive manner. It fell to the ground, fluttering lightly, and she was now completely topless. She wiggled and gyrated, moving with such a frenetic pace that her hips seemed to blur from time to time, her arms moving as her body seemed to undulate.

She took off the mask and tossed it to the mambo, the other two girls did the same. She had her hair tied back with a wide white cloth over her head. I stared at her beautiful face; it was definitely Jala, and my eyes were drawn down to her naked, shaking breasts. All around us, the other participants were dancing and moving wildly as the ceremony picked up pace, the musicians frantically playing their instruments; filling the room with and electric, primal energy.

The sight of Jala's half naked gyrating body was turning me on like I had never been. Tingles of arousal rose all over my body, and euphoria filled my mind. I noticed, with some fear, that despite all my horniness, I was not hard. Still, my eyes feasted on Jala's wiggling, wildly dancing form as she moved, so beautiful and so savage in her motions.

I blushed when I noticed that with each move of her hips, the skirt sank lower and lower on her body. When she turned away from me, I shivered as I could see the crack of her ass. She shook her hips and moved her legs, running her hands up and down her body and swinging them wildly over her head. The skirt sank lower and low until is slipped down over her hips. Without using her hands, she made it fall off of her and to the floor.

She wore no underwear.

Now completely naked, she continued her frantic wild dancing, her back to me. I could clearly see her naked behind, her beautiful dark butt bared to me. I deeply desired her to turn around, to let me see all of her. My desire for her was mounting, but my dick remained soft. The torch light glistened off her dark black skin as she wriggled her body like a snake. Finally, she turned to me, and let my eyes feast on her nudity.

Her pussy was completely shaved, with only a small tuff of pubic hair above it. I squirmed as I could see that she was quite wet, her dark lips moist and glistening. She smiled at me mischievously, running her hands all over her body. I could see that she liked having my eyes on her naked flesh.

She turned back and faced the altar, dropping to her knees as she moved her body in wave like motions. I realized I was getting brief flashes of her pussy from behind as she moved her rear in rhythmic motions. Her arms flailed in the air as she shook her form to the music, abandoning herself to the drum beat. She moved like that for a while, and then jumped to her feet and faced me again.

The drums continued to pound, and Jala thrashed herself around to the wild beast. I was getting tired just looking at her. The other two girls, who looked a bit older then her, and were slightly darker skinned, began to undress as well, slipping out of their clothes, exposing their naked bodies, shaking and writhing like Jala did. They were both quite beautiful, but Jala still captivated my attention.

She sank down on the ground, and to my amazement, Jala spread her legs wide, giving me a full view of her vagina. Her dark lips and pink interior were fully exposed to me and she ran her fingers over her privates while wiggling her body in her frenetic movements. There had to be some kind of aphrodisiac in whatever they had given us, because I could see, not only was she wildly turned on, but her pupils were dilated as well.

The two other girls game around Jala and began to run their hands all over her body, touching and caressing her breasts. My mouth dropped open as they kissed her deeply on the lips. I could see their tongues intertwine as the three women made out, in a highly seductive manner. Their hands went between Jala's legs and I was stunned to see their fingers enter her pussy. Jala made no move to stop them, and it was clear she enjoyed her part in this orgiastic performance.

One of the women stood as Jala rolled over on her knees. To my utter shock, Jala buried her face in the other woman's pussy, licking and sucking at her lips with an unashamed lust. The other woman began to sensually finger Jala's twat from behind, moving her fingers in and out of her. When I had first met her, I never would have dreamed that I would get to see her do things like this. She was all hunger, all sex, unashamed of what she did with those other two girls.

She turned and looked at me, turning the other girl so I could get a better look. I could tell from her eyes that she wanted to me to see her, wanted me to view what she was doing. I was stimulated and tingles of arousal ran all over me, yet I remained limp. I wondered if they had given me something to make this happen. Jala lay back and spread her legs, and both girls leaned over and began to lick and lap at her pussy, teasing the lips and sucking on her clit, making Jala twist and raise her hips as she moaned in unashamed pleasure.

After some of this, the Mambo stepped forward and spoke, "Jala! Miyole! Yveline!"

The other two names had to be the other two girls. All thee sprang to their feet, continuing to dance wildly. They crouched down on their knees, moving their naked black bodies in the torchlight while the drums filled the room with their beating. Their movements were serpent like, like a snake charmer working his magic on a cobra. I couldn't tear my eyes away from their soft dark skin, and their beautiful naked bodies, so unashamedly displayed to me, and so enthusiastically.

And all the while, the zombie stared strait ahead from the stone where he was strapped, his milky eyes seeming to see beyond the room and into something none of us could perceive.

Movement to my side distracted me as the huge muscle bound man from before approached my side. My blood ran cold as I saw that he held a large curved knife in his hand, the polished and sharpened blade glinting menacingly in the torchlight. God, no! He was going to sacrifice me or maybe castrate me! I opened my mouth to scream and struggled against my bonds and he brought the huge blade down towards me . . .

. . . and neatly cut through the ropes that bound my hands in one forceful move.

A wave of relief flooded me as I fell away from the pole. My legs collapse under me like rubber and I fell naked on my back, facing the moon and stars above. I was lying on the mat with Miyole and Yveline on either side of me, and Jala at my head. Instantly the three girls were on their feet and moving their bodies tirelessly, the drums picking up an even more frantic pace. All around us, the others moved and shook back and forth on the platforms.

My body moved a little as the strange effects of whatever I had been given played over my skin. The three girls suddenly jumped up and got over me, standing over my body in a row with their feet on either side of me. Suddenly, my view of the moon was replaced by an unobstructed view of their three pussies right up against each other as they danced. They ground against each other, running their hands all over their bodies and between their legs, slipping fingers into each other's slits above me. To my surprise, I saw Jala slip her fingers into Miyole's ass as well, making the Haitian girl squeal in with surprise in a pleasant way.

I was filled with lust and an uncontrollable desire for them. I suddenly felt a surge of pleasure and too my surprise had an orgasm despite the fact that I was still soft. My limp penis squirted my seed onto ground, causing the three girls coo with lust as they looked down at me, and giggle joyously. I flushed in embarrassment, my still soft penis still tingling with arousal.

Something dripped on my chest, and I realized that it was fluid from their three vaginas above me. They were so turned on they were quite literally dripping. It was exciting in and of itself to see the coy, reserved girl I had met this morning in such a shameless state of arousal.

The mambo began to suddenly shake and shudder, her eyes rolling up into her head. The three girls scattered to their original positions as the woman threw back her head and began to scream something in the unrecognizable language. I felt shudders run up and down my body; I knew this was supposed to represent her being possessed by the spirit of Lwa. Hands waved in the air as she spoke, and I could swear it was not the same voice coming out of her mouth.

"Ayida!" Came the cry from all the celebrants.

And that was when things began to get really strange. As the chants began to reach a fever pitch, and the room seemed to swim around me, I could swear up and down that the faces on the poto mitan began to move, their mouths moving as they chanted with the rest of the celebrants. The three girls were around me, waving their arms over my naked body and chanting something repeatedly and with an ecstatic enthusiasm. Slowly, my eyes were drawn to the moon up above me. For an instant, I swear I saw a luscious pair of lips, kissing at me from the moon's surface.

Suddenly, my insides began to contract. I let out a yelp as all over me, under my skin, I felt my muscles begin to spasm and move, as if I was having some kind of seizure under my flesh. My body convulsed and twisted as I tried to move, but my limbs flailed and I shook and trembled. Fear gripped at my pounding heart; what was happening to me?

I could feel my muscles move and my bones twist, I screamed but it came out in a shrill shriek. I twisted this way and that, gripped by terror as my insides seemed to move with a life of their own. I tried to get up and run, to flee the crazy place and get as far away as I could, but all I managed to do was flip myself over on all fours. I rocked back and forth, gasping and grunting as who knows what went on under my flesh. I could see my skin rising and falling in ripples, every part of me in view seeming to have seeming moving beneath the skin.

It seemed to go on for an eternity, whatever it was, but finally it ceased, and I was left on all fours, breathing heavy, my mind befuddled with questions. My whole body felt all wrong, my skin was wrapped far too tight on my body, like the rest of me was pushing to get out. I looked at my hands and arms, this skin seemed faded and coarse, and stretched over them making them seem thick and malformed. What had they done to me?

Something was coming over me, a sweeping sense of euphoria and sexiness, suddenly, I felt very good despite everything, and the lust in me was rising, filing every inch of me with electric tingles all over me. My breaths came deep and shallow as the feelings flowed through me.

Suddenly, Jala was in front of me. She leaned down and kissed my lips. She was so beautiful, especially naked, that I couldn't help but kiss her back in spite of everything. Her kiss was warm and wet, and for a moment I forget everything in the touch of her lips. She broke the kiss and stared into my eyes, smiling mischievously. I felt hands on me as Miyole and Yveline ran their fingers over me, feeling my body, playfully touching my genitals.

I felt really strange; on some parts of my body the skin felt tighter then other, especially on my hips and chest, but particularly on my scalp where it felt like something was pressing up against the skin from underneath. My genitals felt loose and sagging, swinging freer behind me then they had before.

Again, Jala kissed me, and again I lost myself in her lips.

"Are you ready to become a girl now?" She asked me.

I heard myself mumble "Yes."

What? Why would I say that?

Yveline ran her hands over my genitals from behind, cooing a little in amusement. She gripped the base of my penis and testicles firmly with her hand. Before I had a chance to register what she was doing, she gave them a strong tug.

To my absolute horror, my male genitals were torn from my body as easily as ripping off a bandage! I let out a terrified scream as I was somehow emasculated. Yveline held up my severed manhood in her hands and let out a wild cry of some kind that was echoed by the rest of the celebrants. All I could do was gasp and scream and cry in horror at the sudden loss of my penis.

But I felt no pain whatsoever, no feeling of blood gushing down my legs, no faintness from bleeding out. My cock and balls had come off as easily and painlessly as pulling off on old pair of jeans. Yveline tossed my gonads to the muscle bound man he promptly tossed them into one of the fire pits.

Jala grabbed one of my hands and placed it between my legs, looking at me with a knowing smile. Just as I expected, I felt jagged edges of skin, and some moisture, but no gaping would where I thought I would have. My horror and panic turned to confusion: I was feeling something wet where my manhood had once been, but it was NOT a bloody hole. It was soft and fleshy, and long thin slit surrounded by soft skin.

I gave an astonished yelp when I realized it was a pussy. And this time, it was attached to me.

The three girls all reached over and gripped the edges of skin. They began to pull it off me, tearing my skin away in huge strips. I should have been screaming in agony but in reality I felt more relieved from the internal pressure with every bit the removed. I looked back and saw a huge area where they had taken the skin away on my thigh. There was new, softer, creamier skin underneath it, and slightly rounder as well, smooth and hairless.

When I realized what was happening to me, my mind rebelled against it: This was not happening, this was impossible, this couldn't be. Except that it was: I was shedding my male skin like a snake, and I was a girl underneath.

They tore off the skin on my legs and revealed luscious, smooth legs. They tore off the skin on my butt and hips and revealed curvy, rounded hips. They tore off the skin on my chest and two good sized soft breasts fell free and dangled beneath me. They ripped off the skin on my arms and revealed tiny, delicate hands. They tore off the skin on my head and long black wavy hair fell down over my neck and shoulders. With each piece of skin I cast off, more of the girl underneath was revealed. I groaned and stammered in confusion, my voice coming out high, soft and feminine.

Jala herself gently pulled the skin from my face. When she took it all off, her eyes sparkled and she smiled appreciatively.

"Oh my, you're beautiful now." She said excitedly.

"Thanks." I mumbled in my unfamiliar female voice.

My discarded male skin was quickly gathered up and thrown into the fire pits, where the flames consumed all that was left of my manhood; leaving me a frightened, naked girl on all fours.

God, it really was true: I was a girl now.

My breaths came out in deep heaves as my mind struggled to come to grips with what had just happened to me. My new unfamiliar body trembled with fear and uncertainty, causing my breasts to sway underneath me. MY breasts, those were MINE I felt swinging from my chest. My mind grasped at it, trying to accept it: I had boobs now. I looked back over my shoulder, and could see that I now sported the distinctly feminine heart shape of my butt and hips. Definitely feminine curves back there. The flames crackled, quickly making short work of my old male skin. I turned back, biting my lips with distress. Even my lips felt different, thicker and fuller then they had been.

The drums had settled into a softer beat, but still droned on around us.

I looked up at Jala and noticed that once thing certainly had not changed: She still looked incredibly beautiful to me. Her naked black skin still looked a sensual and sexy as ever, and I felt a renewed feeling of lust and desire spread through my female body, my eyes dropping to her moist, wet pussy. Black girls always have pussies that make me think of flowers. She crouched down, pornographically exposing herself to me and kissed my lips again. I felt the hands of the other girls run over my body, caressing my butt and my breasts, I squirmed a little; realizing that my body was more sensitive then it had been before. Having my new boobs squeezed felt remarkably sensual.

They're hands on me made me feel horny, a feeling which grew more and more pronounced. Very quickly my horror at what had been done to my old body was being drowned out by the demands of my new one.

Jala ran her hands over her body, squeezing her breasts, "Don't worry, you'll like being a girl. Having a pussy of your own is just . . . marvelous."

She slid her hands between her legs and began to masturbate, rubbing her clit and moving her fingers in and out of her vagina with a wet squishing sound, small moans flowing from her lips. She looked right in my eyes as she did it, fueling the lust that was building in my altered body.

"Do you like watching me do this?" Jala teased.

"Mmm, oh yes, I do." I replied.

"Have a taste." She cooed and then moved herself forward, guiding my head between her legs.

I couldn't believe it, but Jala was letting me eat her pussy. For a moment, I totally forgot that I was in a strange ceremony that had robbed me of my manhood, and I eagerly bent my head down and began to lick and suck at her slit. Her pussy tasted as fantastic as it looked beautiful, and Jala bean to man and twist herself as I ate her, her juices flowing over my lips.

I felt Miyole and Yveline run their hands over my backside.

Miyole spoke, "Oh my, what a pretty pussy you have here."

I yelped as I felt them touch me, running their fingers over the vagina I now had between my legs. Their touches send waves of pleasure and stimulating through me, and I moaned I felt their fingers slip into me and begin to move in and out. It was hard to believe I actually had someone's fingers inside me, even more to believe how much I was enjoying it, but I rocked my body a little as they worked on me, my mouth pressed hard against Jala's wonderful snatch. The fact that I was making her moan and groan with pleasure was making me feel even better. It was hard to fight the sheer bliss I was feeling with these three beautiful naked women all making love to me.

"Oh, I think she likes that." Miyole cooed.

"Mefff ifff dofff." I said against Jala's pussy.

Wickedly, Yveline suggested, "I'll bet she likes this too."

I gave a sudden squeal as Yveline's finger, wetted by her own lips and my pussy juice, touched my asshole and the shoved in. It was a strange feeling, to have her finger up there, but it was not bad; certainly not as bad as I would have expected. As she moved it in and out along with the ones in my pussy, I began to find my body moving as I was penetrated, beginning very rapidly to enjoy it. This new body seemed capable of such divine sensations; I gripped the ground as I greedily sucked on Jala's amazing pussy.

I was flipped over on my back, and they began to run their hands all over my new naked body. From this position, I could look down and see my new form better. I was amazed at what I saw: The soft white creamy skin, devoid of hair except for a little tuft between my legs, the good sized breast and the rounded curvy hips and long luscious legs. And this was all me know, all mine. I groaned at their touches, enjoying the site of their dark skin against my pale flesh.

"Open your legs." Jala told me.

Obediently, I did so. As soon as I was spread, the three other girls began to lick and kiss my inner thighs. I bit my lip letting out small moans. I was completely exposed; my altered body displayed for tall the celebrants around me who eyed me lustily. And I found that I liked it; I loved their eyes on my new form, especially when I did such naughty things.

I squealed as Jala's mouth kissed my pussy, teasing the clit a little with her tongue and sucking on the lips. It felt really good having my pussy eaten. I should have been mad or horrified or both at what had transpired, but suddenly this body seemed to make everything different. Could it be that I really liked being a girl? That I would never want to go back? Suddenly the idea of living out the rest of my life in this new body, with its wonderful sensations didn't seem like such a bad thing. I felt fingers slide into my vagina and butt and move in and out as the other girls worked me.

Rolling my hips and twisting my body, I ran my hands across my flesh, feeling the soft smooth texture of my own skin. My hand brushed on my breast, and I felt a shudder of desire. I began to squeeze my own breasts, teasing the nipples with my fingers. Fingers and tongues probed my pussy with rampant enthusiasm and I welcomed their touches.

Swinging her leg over my head, Jala moved over me without pausing her cunniling of me and placed her pussy directly in front of her face. What a wonderful sight; those dark lips and pink interior, and lapped at it hungrily, feeling her moist juices on my tongue and lips. Using my fingers, I spread her lips and got my tongue in deep, playfully sliding them into first her pussy and then her ass. I could tell from her groans that she loved it as much as I did. Her flesh was wonderful against mine as our bodies rubbed together. For now, Miyole and Yveline abandoned me and began to concentrate on each other, kissing and caressing each other in fine Sapphic fashion.

I could still hear the mambo speaking that strange language in that strange voice, but that didn't matter anymore. Neither did the zombie staring out from his stone. All that mattered to me was right above me, Jala's incredible pussy. I sucked on her clit, moving my fingers in and out of her holes, her sweet nectar flowing over my lips. It was hard to believe, but here I was, with my face in the pussy of that stunningly beautiful girl whom I had only met yesterday. What luck, but at what a cost. At least I was still able to enjoy it.

The mambo was gesturing and gyrating, making strange symbols with her hands. None of what she was doing was any Vodun ritual that I was familiar with. She continued speaking, her voice so strange and unnatural. I pulled on Jala's pussy lips with my teeth, making her squeal, and soon she did the same for me, slipping her tongue deep inside my vagina and sucking the clit in between her teeth. I moaned, arching my body as she skillfully ate my pussy.

Mine; my pussy. It belonged to me; and somehow my new vagina had become the very center of my being.

I felt Jala's body begin to undulate over me, moving snake like as her cries and gasps began to get louder and louder. I slipped in fingers in and out of her and sucked on her clit, waggling my tongue against it. I felt her juices flow and her body convulsed as she let out a high pitched squeal of joy, cumming with my mouth on her pussy, her entire body trembling with the force or her orgasm. I felt my face warm with a little bit of pride, I had made Jala cum.

Quickly, Jala got off me and all three of the girls were soon at my pussy again, licking and fingering me with renewed relish. I spread my legs wide and raised my hips at them, abandoning myself to their attentions. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, my hands running over my breasts and squeezing them as they licked and sucked on my pussy, sending waves of tingling pleasure through my new altered body. God, this felt so good, better then I ever had in my old body.

It didn't take long before I felt the building of pleasure deep inside me. I began to move my hips, gyrating up and down as my pussy and ass were filled with their dark fingers. A finger found its way to my mouth and I began to nibble on it, groaning and moaning with joy. My moans quickly turned to squeals of pleasure as I felt more and more flowing through me. Finally, I felt my legs spasm and an explosive orgasm washed over my body in waves. I cried out, writhing in delight as a came with more force then I thought possible, my body convulsing and trembling with the amount of my pleasure.

"Ah! Ah! I'm cuuuuuuummmmminnnnnnggggg!" I cried ecstatically as I twisted my body with joy.

I convulsed like an epileptic for a full minute before I finally fell back and the incredibly intense orgasm subsided. My breathes came out in heaves, and my body was glistening with sweat. The three girls all crawled over me at once, kissing my lips and neck. I kissed them back joyously, enjoying the feeling of their warm bodies against mine.

"See?" Jala said impishly, "I told you you'd like being a girl?"

"Mmmmm," I moaned deliriously, "I do like it, yes."

"You're more fun then any regular girl," Miyole told me, "You're body is capable of much more fun then just any regular female."

The drum beat began to increase again, beating in a furious intensity. Suddenly, the three girls were on their feet, and shortly after that, so was I. Jala, Miyole and Yveline were dancing wildly, throwing their naked bodies around to the beat, and soon I was doing the same. It was like I suddenly knew exactly what to do, and exactly how to move. The energy of the drums seemed to guide me and penetrate me, and I began to dance wildly, jumping around and moving my hips and arms with abandon, shaking my breasts to the music. I felt free and completely uninhibited; for the first time in my life free to act as I pleased. My body seemed driven by the music, and I writhed and danced, pressing up against the other girls and kissing them as I did so.

I displayed myself with joy and exuberance, and all around me the other celebrants were stripping off their robes, discarding their clothes and stripping themselves naked, dancing as wildly as we were. It was extraordinarily fun, to be dancing naked with all these people, and from what I had seen of it, my new body was well worth displaying nude.

My hips gyrated and I waved my arms, shaking my boobs and booty, enjoying the festivities. I became aware that all my movements were instinctively feminine, as if I had been a girl my whole life. Even simply walking forward I seemed to do it with a seductive sway to my now curvatous hips. As much as I knew I should be angry and afraid of it, this newfound femininity was exciting and addictive. The sexier I got, the better I felt. I danced like a stripper on crack, rubbing my hands over the other girls. Yveline got behind me and reached around, slipping her fingers into my pussy. I moaned and pulled her head to mine, kissing her lips.

Jala, suddenly, got down on all fours and gestured for me to do the same. I got down right next to her, and she smiled knowingly at me. I could tell she had something else in store.

"Let's get you acquainted with the rest of your girl side." She winked at me.

She crawled forward, towards the alter, and I followed her, my butt wiggling a little as I moved. I thought of all the people looking at me from behind and shivered with excitement. It would seem that I had become an authentic girl gone wild.

In front of the alter, I saw that the muscular Haitian man from before was standing. He was now stripped completely naked, and his well tone form glistened slightly in the torch light. Had he looked that good before? He certainly did now, and my eyes trailed down his body, finally resting on his exposed penis. He was completely hard, his large dick stiff and engorged, sticking out in front of him. I knew I had fully become a girl when I felt the tingling between my legs and the rush of desire as I saw that hard cock. I knew I wanted it, in my mouth, between my legs, whatever. I knew I needed that manhood.

I glanced around at the other celebrants; all of them were naked and every revealed penis and vagina that I saw made me tremble a little with lust. I would seem that this girl was swinging both ways.

Jala crawled up to the muscular man, "Hello, Fabrice."

"Well, Hello, Jala." Fabrice smiled warmly.

She got up on her knees and took his large stiff cock in her hands. She began to rub her tongue all up and down it, sucking it harmonica style before putting it in her mouth. She began to move her head up and down, skillfully sucking his dick, glancing at me with undisguised relish as she did so. She looked incredible like that, naked with a man's penis in her mouth, it was unbelievable. Especially with that naughty gleam in her eyes.

So I told her so, "Man, you look hot with a dick in your mouth."

She took no offense and smiled at me, "Thank you; I bet you'll look just as good.

She ran her tongue up and down his penis, "Come here and try it."

I was still down on all fours while this was going on. I hesitated, as much as my body desired his dick, my mind was still rebelling. I had been a boy less then an hour ago, and I had never been gay, so the idea of going down on another man caused me to balk a little. But looking at him there, he just looked so good, his penis suddenly so appealing, that before I even knew what I was doing, I had crawled over to him and gotten up on my knees.

I reached out, and took his cock in my hands, feeling its girth under my fingers. I shivered a little, feeling it in my hands. I wasn't quite sure what I was doing; I had obviously never gone down on a guy before. But I had seen it done many times on the internet. Tentatively, I slipped my tongue out and licked the shaft of his penis. I felt no disgust at the act, quite the opposite actually: As soon as I tasted the skin under my tongue, I felt a moistness grow between my legs.

Guided a bit more by instinct then anything else, I took the tip into my mouth and began to imitate the moves I'd seen, bobbing my head up and down on his dick and feeling it slide deep into my mouth. But very quickly, something snapped inside of me, and I began to really enjoy it. Suddenly, my body was writhing as I sucked and I ran my hand all over my skin as I slurped on the big black cock, loving his moans as I pleasured him. I found myself inspired by his moans of pleasure I as took his dick between my lips.

At this point, even with the male voice screaming in the back of my head to stop, I couldn't halt doing this, this penis felt too good in my mouth as I ran my tongue over it. Down on my knees in front of him, I felt right at home.

Fabrice stopped me and bent down, cupping my cheeks with his hands, "My don't you make a cute girl."

He kissed my lips, and my eyes closed automatically. I returned his kisses, feeling myself melt into his strong arms. I had never paid much attention to muscle before, but I was entranced by his toned and strong body now. Kissing him felt like the most natural thing in the world. He lifted me up with his hands, lifting me as easily as a pillow, and put me on the altar on my back. The stone hurt my skin a little, but I didn't care.

He spread my legs wide, exposing my pussy to him. This was my pussy, as much a part of me now as my arms and legs; no longer a strange unwanted organ, it was now the most important part of my body. I blushed a little as I was pornographically exposed, but I was excited by his eyes all over my dripping wet vagina. There was something of the exhibitionist in me, I realized, something that loved to be seen doing naughty things.

He kissed me, and then kissed both of my breasts, licking my hard nipples. They were so delightfully sensitive now that I could have laid there for hours with just him licking them.

I glanced at Jala again and saw that she had crawled over to another guy and was gleefully sucking his cock. She looked so hot doing that, you couldn't believe it.

Moving down my body, Fabrice kissed down my stomach, moving lower and lower, making me groan and squirm with each press of his lips on my flesh. My heart hammered in my chest and excitement surged as he got closer and closer to his goal. Finally, he slipped his head between my legs, and I cried out as I felt his tongue touch my clit. He began to eat me, licking the lips of my cunny and sucking on my clit. My body squirmed as he worked on me, expertly stimulating my pussy, sending waves of tingling pleasure through me. He knew what he was doing, and I could only imagine how many women had writhed at the touch of his tongue like I was. He touched my lips and then slipped his fingers into me. I raised my hips in response, letting out a high pitched gasp.

I could hear Jala moaning, and could see that she was sixty nining with the guy she was with.

Rising up, Fabrice crawled over me. I yelped a little as I felt the tip of his penis brush against my pussy. My lips seemed to scream for him to penetrate me, and shivers ran all over my body. He kissed me, and then looked into my eyes.

I nodded to him to go ahead. This was it; once he put it in me, there was no going back. I would have had sex with a man. It felt like the minute I was fucked, I would have cast my manhood off entirely and embrace the girl I had become. And yet, before I even knew I was doing it, I pulled him closer to me, staring into his eyes as I felt him enter me.

I arched me back and let out a shrill squeal as my new body's virginity was obliterated, as well as any fleeting hope of retaining my former identity. I wrapped my legs around him and abandoned myself to my newfound femininity. My hands gripped his back and his thrust himself in me. This was it; I was getting fucked and there was no way back from this. I closed my eyes and moaned, thrusting my hips at him with lustful abandon.

He kissed me, slipping his tongue into my mouth. My own snaked out and we explored each other's mouths as he fucked me, grunting and groaning as his penis penetrated deep into my new female body. I felt completely and totally at home with my new form now, my body undulating under him in wave like motions.

Off to the side I could see Jala riding some guy, her breasts bounding up and down as she took his dick in her. It seemed like a good idea so rolled Fabrice over on his back and got on top of him, slipping his big black cock into me and riding him, bouncing my body up and down and driving his penis deeper and deeper into me, my own adolescent boobs bouncing up and down as I fucked him.

My eyes were closed, but I could feel the stare of the zombie in front of us, still tied to his stone, his vacant eyes fixed on nothing.

The whole room was massive orgy now: The masks and robes had come off and hit the floor, and every celebrant was naked and fucking wildly while those drums still continued their mesmeric beat. The whole chamber seemed to be charged with energy, the sex almost tangible around was, swirling in the air like mists, penetrating all of us and invigorating us. I had never felt so completely alive in my life; I missed my old body and my old gender, but I could help but love the dazzling feelings this woman's body was capable of. I knew I was something special, that not every woman could feel like this. I knew deep down that the change had made me more then just a girl . . . it had made me a complete embodiment of desire, all rolled into a cute curvy frame.

"Ah! Oh! Oh, Fabrice!" I moaned, "I love your cock in me! Oh fuck me!"

"Man, you've taken to being a girl like a fish to water." Fabrice moaned, "You're probably the sexiest girl in the world."

I blushed, but enjoyed hearing that. Although I thought Jala was the top candidate for that title as far as I was concerned.

After a while, Fabrice pushed me off him and had me get one my hands and knees on the alter. He got behind me and rubbed his penis along my butt crack, making moan and move my body. In front of us, I could see the zombie still unaffected by what went on around him. I turned my eyes away from the creepy man and looked back at Fabrice. I gave a little gasp when I felt his dick touch the rim of my asshole.

I cried out as he pushed into my ass, shoving his big cock deeper. Pain shot through me, and my body convulsed with it. I didn't try to stop him, however, as he began to fuck my ass slowly. The pain was quickly subsiding, and soon it wasn't there at all. Very quickly, I began to like it, moving my body as he sodomized me. My yelps were turning into groans as his cock filled my ass, pleasure beginning to fill my body. One of my hands went between my legs and I began to masturbate myself as he fucked my butt, my teenage breast swinging back and forth and slapping together.

"Ah, yes." Fabrice cooed, "White girls always love it up the ass."

I didn't think that was a fair assessment, since I could see that both Jala and Yveline were both now taking it up the butt, and form their squeals I could tell it wasn't just a white girl's thing. But THIS white girl was definitely loving it.

"Oh, it's so naughty!" I groaned, ginning at him over my shoulder, "Do it, fuck my ass!"

I felt wild and completely unhinged with his dick up my ass. I would have shuddered at the thought before, but now the deep into me he got the more I liked it. I thrashed my head and grunted and groaned as I was sodomized, loving every moment of the penetration. My hand rubbed my clit rapidly as my body twisted and turned in pleasure. Feeling my breasts swing freely under me did something to turn me on as well. As did the fact that everyone could see me, and see what he was doing to me. I loved the eyes on my naked body, and to be seen doing something so perverted.

"Oh, you are exquisite!" Fabrice groaned, "You should have been a girl from the start."

Somehow, I took that remark as a compliment and blushed. Then again, who doesn't like to be told they're beautiful? I moaned as I took his cock deep inside me.

After a while of that, he pulled out and put himself back into my pussy, which was now trembling and swollen with desire. I made all sorts of sounds as he started fucking me again, twisting and moving my teenage girl body as he fucked me good and hard. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed my breasts, kneading them with his fingers. He kissed me on the cheek and then on the mouth, his tongue pushing into between my lips.

I now felt very fortunate to have become such a pretty, slutty, girl.

It wasn't long before I came again, and I let out a shrill cry as the orgasm exploded inside me, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me and making me writhe with delight. Fabrice pulled out and began rapidly masturbating himself. He grabbed his dick and put it in my mouth, sucking him off with wild relish until I heard him moan and he filled my mouth with his hot, tasty cum. I was surprised by how much I loved the taste of it and swallowed every drop he ejaculated in between my lips.

When he finally finished, he said panting, "And she even swallows . . . you might be the perfect white girl."

Even as I doubted that comment, I felt hands all around me and I was pulled into the mass of people in the center of the room. Countless hands touched me and caressed me and cocks were shoved into my openings. Pussies pressed against my mouth and soon I felt like I was one with this mass of flesh, my body writhing and convulsing in unimaginable pleasure, which I abandoned myself to with unrestrained and uninhibited joy.

I don't remember much after that. I woke up in a completely different room, in a soft small bed under a thin white sheet. As I regained consciousness, I remembered the night before. At first, not unreasonably I suppose, I thought it all must have been a dream. A quick check under the covers revealed that it was not: I was still naked, and I was still very much a girl.

I sat up in bed and let the sheet fall off me, looking down in amazement at my perky, large breasts and curvy figure. I ran my hands through the silky strands of my hair, remembering the incredible night I had just had.

As I looked around the sparely decorated room, I could see a door on one side, and a window letting in the morning sun. Another door in the back led to a bathroom. Along one wall, I saw a large full length mirror. Realizing that I hand not really looked at myself since my transformation, I got up and walked naked over to the mirror, realizing as I did that I was swinging my hips a little in a very sexy and feminine manner. It was almost second nature to me somehow.

I took a long look at myself in the mirror; I couldn't help but like what I saw. Jala had been right; I didn't want to sound stuck up, but I was quite beautiful. My long flowing black hair, even first thing in the morning, was wavy and silky going over my shoulders. My face was round and well shaped and my nose small and cute. My skin was a creamy white color and was soft to the touch.

My breasts were firm and soft, perky and large for my age; the kind of boobs most girls would kill to have. The nipples were large of puffy, tipping the ends of my breasts nicely. My hips were curvy and well rounded, moving down to long, luscious legs. I was shorter then I had been, being possessed of a more petite frame then before. I blushed a little as I looked down at my pussy.

The lips were thick and puffy to match my nipples. I seemed a little moist at the time. Bizarrely, I seemed to be shaved except for a little Mohawk above my vagina. It was exactly the kind of thing I liked, and I became aware that everything about me was the kind of thing I was usually attracted to.

Looking over myself and running my hands over my body, I realized that I had all the makings of one of the 'femme fatales' in the mystery novels I loved so much: The dark hair, the white skin, like Mary Astor in The Maltese Falcon. There was an air of mystery about me, in my appearance and my large dark eyes. I realized I could picture myself strolling into some private detective's office, dressed all in black, seductive and sensual, with an irresistible taint of danger about me. I grinned; I loved this girl I had become.

I heard some motion and saw Jala enter the room. To my surprise and delight, she hadn't bothered to get dressed after last night and was still completely naked. She crossed over to me, smiling as she did.

"Finally up, yes?" She said putting one dark arm around me, "What do you think? Aren't you pretty?"

"Absolutely." I said, that paused before asking, "Why did you do this to me?"

"I'll let the Houngan explain that." She said, "We need to go meet with him."

Grinning warmly, she hugged my shoulders, pressing her cheek against me.

"I love your English accent." She said, "It's so cute."

I giggled, "I was going to say the same thing about your Haitian accent."

I wondered what it was that made foreign accents so adorable. It must be the touch of the exotic in it.

She ran her hands over my body, caressing my hips and breasts, making me a little horny as she touched me.

"We need to find a new name for you." She added, "I can't very well keep calling you Matt. Something cute and sexy, something that suits you."

I only had to think about it for a second.

"Mystery." I said.

"Mystery?"

"Yeah, Mystery." I nodded, "Then everyone can call me 'Misty' for short."

Jala put both hands on my shoulders and smiled sweetly, "Mystery . . . I like it, it's perfect."

She kissed my cheek playfully, reaching around and squeezing my breasts. I moaned and closed my eyes for a second with the sensations that ran through my body.

"Do you like how sensitive your body is?" Jala asked, "Later I'll show you how to do your hair and make up and things you'll need to know. Pretty girl like you should always look her best."

I nodded, and then asked, "Why are you being so friendly to me? It seems as though you're taking a personal interest in me."

Jala twirled a lock of my hair, "Oh, I understand what you're going through, the adjustment you're having to me."

I gasped and looked at her, "You mean . . . you?"

With a grin, Jala nodded, "Yes, I used to be a boy. I had a big cock and everything."

Immediately, my eyes dropped to between her legs. Jala giggled and reached down with her fingers spreading her pussy lips a little for me. Jala was so incredibly lovely and sexy and feminine that it was impossible to envision her as boy. I think my mouth probably dropped open it a bit; Jala was exquisitely feminine, I could detect no hint of masculinity in her at all. It was certainly like she had always been a girl. I wondered if I would be like this to people.

"But I bet you like me better like this, don't you?" Jala cooed mischievously.

I put an arm around her, "Absolutely. Actually, I think I like being like this better myself."

Looking at us both in the mirror, I couldn't help but enjoy the lovely contrast: My light creamy skin against her dark brown flesh. I had to admit, we looked good naked together like this.

"You're making this adjustment better then I did, it was years before I could fully accept myself as a girl." Jala noted.

"How old were you when you were changed?" I asked.

"Just eighteen." Jala replied.

I raised an eyebrow at Jala; she didn't look like she was any older then eighteen right now; nineteen at the most.

"Wait . . ." I said, the numbers not adding up right, "How old are you now?"

A knowing smile spread across her face, and Jala leaned in to my ear and whispered.

"Actually, I'm forty seven next month." She told me, and then leaned back and spoke in a normal tone, "That's bonus thrown into the ritual; the one who sacrifices his manhood to Aiyda doesn't age. Or at least ages very, very slowly."

Eternal youth: This was seeming more and more like a pretty good deal to me.

"Wow." I mumbled, "Anything else I should now."

Another impish grin appeared on Jala's beautiful face, "You're retaining your male libido, so I'm afraid you're always going to be kind of a slut."

I smiled and put both arms around her, pulling her close to me, our breasts touching each other sensually.

"Well, I think you kinda of like me slutty like this." I cooed.

"Oh I do, I like you as a slut." Jala said back, "Do you like me as a slut?"

"I love you as a slut, don't ever change." I said, leaning in and kissing her soft lips with gentle passion.

As before, kissing her was wonderful, feeling her body press up against mine and out lips met and our tongues intertwined. I was disappointed when Jala broke the kiss.

"Wait, wait, wait." She giggled, "Let's not get carried away, not yet at any rate. We need to get cleaned up and dressed so we can see the Houngan, come on."

Taking my hand, Jala led me to the bathroom.

"Awe," I grumbled, "I've gotta get dressed?"

The bathroom was a simple but large affair, and the shower easily took both of us at once. The shower lasted a little longer then it would have for two reasons: Jala busied herself showing me how to shave my legs, pits and pussy, and being naked in there together, we couldn't resist playing with each other a little. After the shower, Jala showed me how to best dry all this hair I now had and how to style it and put on a little make up.

We got dressed in colorful floral print wrap dresses which were effectively just a sheet that wrapped around out bodies that we tied under the arm. Jala's was series of blues and greens, while mine was covered in shades of red and pink. They clung to our bodies and showed off our figures pretty well, especially from behind, and especially since we weren't wearing any underwear underneath them.

All in all, when she was done with me, I feel pretty secure in saying that we both looked stunning. And I had to admit; it felt really good to be beautiful, I almost couldn't wait for people to see me.

I was then led down the hall by Jala and then down another until we reached a room that I assumed belonged to the Houngan.

She paused at the door, "Don't get too shocked when you see him."

"I've already seen him." I reminded her, not understanding the statement.

"That wasn't the real Houngan." She explained, "That was the La Place, his master of ceremonies. He was just filling the post for the moment. But you have actually seen the real one . . . sort of."

Now, I will be forgiven for expecting something more like a tribal throne room, with wooden throne decorated with skulls and tribal masks all over the walls and a man clad only in a loin cloth with a necklace of bones around his neck. Chalk it off to too many Hollywood moves, but I was surprised to find myself in what looked like an ordinary office, with a long brown desk with a computer on top, and rows of filing cabinets and bookshelves along the walls. Three plush easy chairs sat in front of the desk on an intricately woven rug. A few Vodun totems decorated the walls, but aside from that the place looked like it could have been any pencil pushers office anywhere in the world.

But the real shocker came at the tall lanky form of the man who sat at the desk. Jala was right; I HAD seen him before.

The Houngan was the zombie!

Except that he wasn't a zombie anymore: His skin was now a normal healthy color, and his eyes were free of the milky film that had covered them before. He was now alert and attentive, busily punching keys on the computer. He was dressed in a loose fitting polo shirt and a long kaki work shorts with large extra pockets all over them. As we entered he looked up and smiled pleasantly. He was a far cry from the creepy specter of death he'd been before.

"Ah, why hello, Jala." He beamed, "Won't you please come in?"

You couldn't help but want to like this guy, I noticed.

"Bonjou, papa." Jala said, leading me in.

Things were rapidly fitting into place; the Houngan was Jala's father: He may have been a merchant by day, but by night he was this hounfo's spiritual leader. I wondered if Jala behaved in such pornographic excesses like she had last night in front of him all the time. The thought turned me on a little bit, I have to confess.

He stood up immediately as soon as he saw me, "And who might this lovely flower of beauty be?"

I felt myself blush and giggle bashfully at his compliment. Yeah, you definitely wanted to like this guy.

Jala gestured to me, "This lovely flower is Mystery . . . formally Matt."

His eyebrows raised, and his grin broadened. He came around the desk offering me his hand.

"Ah! Bonjou, Mystery." He said, taking my hand and kissing in like an old fashioned knight in shining armor, making me blush even more, "It is you that I have to thank for my freedom. I am Azacca, the Houngan of this hounfo, and head keeper of this zoo more or less. But you can call me Zac. I suppose you have many questions, please, sit down and I will do my best to answer them for you."

We both took our seats, and once we did, I asked, "Why did you do this to me?"

"Right to the point, I like that." Zac said, leaning up against his desk and folding his arms across his chest, "Well, you saw my condition recently I take it?"

I nodded, shuddering as I thought about it. The idea of loosing myself like that; it horrified me.

"This island is big, and there are a lot of different groups here, not just my own." He explained, "Our Vodun here is unique, as you've seen, and not all of us are on the same page; not all of us are like Rada, there are some groups here that are more like Petro, and they are led by a Bokor. There are quite of lot of battles waged between us, and some of the black magic that they use can be quite incapacitating as you've seen. As it happens, the only way to cure a zonbi, as in the kind brought about here on Mistè Island is the Seremoni An Sèrpan A, that you took part in last night, the sacrifice of the manhood to Ayida. "

"No volunteers from your own people?" I raised an eyebrow.

"It's not that simple." Zac answered, "The magic was very powerful; the sacrifice had to been exotic and different to appease the Lwa. And it had to be the right person. I apologize for the method in which you were taken, but the ceremony only works when the sacrifice is unwilling . . . but the sacrifice chosen must be one who will blossom once the transformation is complete. I understand you have done that quite nicely."

"You'll forgive me for saying this," I observed, "But it sounds like you kidnapped and transformed me against me will just to save yourself."

Zac raised his eyebrows at me and then glanced at his daughter, "You didn't tell her?"

Jala shrugged, "I thought you should, Papa."

"Tell me what?" I asked suspiciously.

"There were twenty two other people under the curse of the zonbi that held me as well." Zac explained, "All under the control of the same Bokor. I was the only one my people were able to put under their own control. You saved all of those people last night, dear Mystery. They were all able to escape and return, thanks to your sacrifice. You are a hero to us now, lovely Mystery."

I didn't quite know what to say about that.

Zac went on, "Besides, I'm sure Jala has explained to you some of the benefits we have managed to include with the transformation. In fact, given the nature of the ritual, I'm sure you felt a lot of them last night."

Jala chuckled, "She was an orgasm machine."

We all laughed as I blushed crimson, "Okay, it's true, I love this new body. I wouldn't have thought it possible, but I really like being a girl."

"Well you make a lovely one." Zac grinned.

I blushed again, "I just don't know how I'm gonna tell my Dad about this."

Again, Zac's eyebrows raised and he looked over at his daughter, "You didn't tell her this, either."

"That one you should definitely tell her yourself. I'm not sure how to approach it." Jala shrugged.

"Tell me what?" I said warily.

Zac looked at me, his face with a serious expression. "It was no mistake you were here at this time. You're father came with you at our request. He . . . sold you to us for the ritual. Apparently he's . . . in need of money quite urgently."

My mouth dropped open at that statement. I wanted to scream that he was lying, that my father wouldn't do that to me, but I knew it all added up: That would explain the depressed way he was acting at dinner that night, and how he'd been behaving since he'd gotten to the island. Had he really gotten this bad with his gambling, that he sell his own son to go off and get a mystical transgender surgery? Rather then make me angry, the through actually just made me sad.

I dropped my face in my hands, "Oh, Dad."

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this way . . . but you did save a lot . . ." Zac started.

"How much?" I interrupted him.

"What?"

"How much was I worth to him?"

He paused for a moment and then answered. I felt my heart sink; it was a lot, don't get me wrong; and I had to be flattered that the hounfo would pay that much to have me as part of their ritual. But it was just a drop in the bucket of what Dad owed. The thought was rather depressing; not to mention disquieting when I wondered what else he might sell me for when he got desperate. I had enjoyed turning into a girl, but I really didn't want to get turned into a goat or a pig or something.

"Listen," Zac said, "I know this is a lot to process, but you have helped a lot of people today. I would like to do right by you because of this, and also because my daughter has taken quite a liking to you."

I looked over a Jala who smiled at me. I returned her smile.

"Does that make me one of Houngan's Heros?" I quipped.

"That wouldn't make me Colonel Klink would it?" Zac laughed heartily.

Zac went on, "So, whatever you want, whatever you need, please don't hesitate to ask. If it is within my power, I swear I shall do it."

I thought for a few seconds and then raised my head.

"There are really only two things that I want." I informed him.

And so, several hours later, and much ritualistic magic that again involved sex between me and Jala (right in front of her father no less!), I walked out of the peristyle and back to the town, heading back the house where we were staying with Jala in tow. I was still a little nervous about going back, especially now that I knew what I would have to do to complete my second request. When Zac hold told me what I would need to do to get my second request, I think my jaw had hit the floor and I'd let out a yelp that could be heard a mile away; I'd been that shocked.

The first request had been surprisingly easy to fill, but the second one required a lot of magic, a working that required an act on my part to complete; and act I wasn't totally sure I could do, but I would have to try. Still, the idea of what I was going to have to do filled me with nervousness.

As we walked through the crowds, I could feel people's eyes on me. It was a new experience, to realize that men were checking me out, looking at me with lust and desiring to have sex with me. It was weird, but I liked it. I really like the attention, and the sexual energy around me made my pussy get wet. The tiny wrap dress showed off my body quite well, and it was so short it barely got over my hips, so both myself and Jala were showing lots of lovely leg. It felt good to feel so sexy and pretty.

We finally arrived at the house and I got the spare key from its hiding place in the front garden. I took a deep breath and put the key in the lock, opening the door and going in. The house was dark on the inside, and I didn't see Dad anywhere in the front room.

"Dad!" I called, "I'm home!"

He wouldn't have recognized my voice, but who else would be calling him 'Dad', and since he knew what happened to me, I was sure he'd know who it was.

"Oh god." Came a strained voice from the back, "M-Matt, oh my god, is that you?"

I gritted my teeth. With the slur in his voice I could tell he'd been drinking. He wasn't so much an alcoholic so much as his drinking was a side effect of his gambling addiction. Still, with him a little drunk, that probably made my task a little bit easier. I could hear the sound coming from the den area in the back, so I started forward, Jala following behind me. As I entered the den, Dad was seated in a chair with his back to the entrance, looking out over the back yard. A half empty bottle of scotch lay next to him. As I was entering he started to stand up.

I decided it was best to show him first that I wasn't in any real bad shape. I hopped down over the steps and landed with my arms out on either side of me, proudly displaying my new body.

"Jolla!" I said gleefully, giving him a smile.

Dad's eyes opened up in amazement as he looked at me, his eyes running up and down my new curvy girl's body, well displayed in the tiny wrap dress I was wearing. His hand clapped over his head in shock as he saw me. I guess, even knowing that I was a girl now, the sight of me must have been quite a surprise.

"Oh . . . oh my . . . Matt, is that really you?" He stammered.

"It sure is." I nodded, "But its Mystery now. Misty for short. And this is my new friend Jala."

Dad didn't even acknowledge her, he just clapped a hand on his mouth, staring at me, "Oh, god, Matt . . . I'm so sorry. Oh, god I'm so sorry."

"Mystery." I corrected him sternly. I mean, really, did I look like a Matt anymore?

"Mys . . . Misty . . . I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." He repeated miserably.

"Oh, Dad." I assured him, "Its okay, I kind of like my new body. I mean, look at me, don't I look pretty?"

I gave him a little twirl so he could see the whole package; I wanted him to focus on my femininity, rather then the boy I'd been. His eyes took me in even if his face was still slack with the shock of it all. I came up closer to him, bending slightly and putting my hands on my knees, playfully winking at him. Damn, acting cute and sexy like this was a whole lotta fun, I was now doubly glad I was a cute girl now.

Sinking back into his chair, Dad looked mortified, "I'm sorry, Ma-Misty. I'm so sorry. I didn't know what to do. I'm tapped out; I owe so much money to so many bad people, and so many of them were calling. And then this offer came, which would pay some of it . . . I accepted without thinking. I'm . . . I've failed you."

"Are you kidding?" I said, "Look at this body, its fantastic. Dad, I LOVE being a girl, it's great. And I'm barely aging; I'll stay young for a long, long time. Besides, you don't have anything to worry about anymore."

"What do you mean?" He asked.

I sat on the arm of his chair, "It's a long story, but as payment for taking part in their gender bender ceremony, the Houngan has agreed to pay off you debts in full."

"What?" Dad asked, clearly not believing his ears.

"Apparently they REALLY needed me." I said, "It's all taken care of."

He glanced form me and then over to Jala.

"It's true," Jala nodded, "It was her request. You should be proud to have a beautiful loving daughter like Mystery."

I slid off the arm and onto my Dad's lap, putting my arms around his neck, "So you see? Stop apologizing; everything turned out just fine."

"But, you're a girl." He stammered, stating the obvious.

"And I like it better that way," I said, wiggling my butt on his lap a little, "Don't you? Come on, admit it, you like me better pretty and cute like this."

Opening his mouth like he was going to say something, words failed my Dad. But a wicked smile spread across my face as I felt the answer under my butt; the unmistakable feeling of my father's erection pressing through his pants. He suddenly realized that I knew, and that's why I was grinning at him, and turned bright red.

"I'm sorry . . . oh my god, Ma-Mystery." He stammered, "I'm sorry, please forgive me."

"It's okay," I said, stroking his cheek with the back of my hand and moving closer against him, "I take it as a compliment. I like it."

"But I'm your father." He protested.

"And I'm your daughter," I said, moving my face closer to his, feeling his penis through his pants, "You love me, don't you?"

"Of course I do."

"Well, come here and show you're little girl how much you do."

And with that, I pressed my lips against his, and kissed him in a very deep, very un-daughter like kiss. Our lips moved against each other, moving passionately as father and daughter kissed each other sensually. Jala watched us keenly, her eyes sparkling with interest as we smooched. At first, Dad tried to pull away from me, but his resistance was quickly diminished as I felt his arms wrap around me and pull me closer to him. Our tongues slipped into each other's mouths in deep and incestuous kiss.

Of course, it helped that the lipstick I was wearing was loaded with a secret Mistè aphrodisiac. The same stuff that was in that drink I'd had last night.

I wondered if it affected the wearer at all, because I was finding the act of seducing my own father to be a bigger turn on then I had expected.

He kissed my lips and then kissed around my neck. My chest rose and fell as my breaths came out in deep heaves. We had completely broken the taboo now, and there was no turning back.

I kissed his lips again, "Would you like me to take off my dress?"

He licked his lips and nodded, looking down at my body with wide eyes. I felt his eyes on me energize me, making me hornier. My pussy was moist, feeling his penis against it through his pants. The fact that it was my father's penis was stimulating it even more. God, I'm so naughty!

I reached over and undid the small tie that held the fabric around me. Once undone, the dress simply slipped away falling down over my Dad's legs and onto the floor. I wasn't wearing anything under it, and so was now completely naked. He stared at my exposed form, his eyes lighting up with desire. My bare pussy was pressed up against his cock, separated only by his pants, fluid dripping freely from between my legs. I reached up and cupped my breasts, giving them a squeeze with each hand, my nipples already hard and stiff.

"Like 'em?" I cooed, "Would you like to touch them?"

He reached up and put his hands on my breasts, squeezing them softly. I let out a small moan, his hands on my boobs felt really good, like he knew exactly where to touch them. He softly kneaded them between his fingers, tweaking my nipples with his thumbs until he finally leaned forward and took one nipple between his lips. I moaned as he sucked on me, taking my nipple into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. I writhed a little on top of him feeling him suck on my tits.

I let him do that a little while. Jala had seated herself on a couch and was running her hands all over her body as she watched us. She was mumbling some kind of chant in that strange language from last night.

I pushed him back down on the couch and pulled off his shirt. My dad was in really good shape, having traveled and roughed it with me so much. I kissed his chest and moved down his stomach with my lips. Finally, getting down on my knees on the floor, I began to undo his pants, opening the belt and snap and pulling down the zipper, reaching inside.

"Let's see what Daddy has for me?" I giggled playfully.

My fingers touched and gripped his hard penis, and my body shivered in result. Gripping his pants with my hands a little I yanked them down and then let his penis slip out. I gave a small moan of delight; my Dad was actually pretty well endowed. My pussy juiced between my legs and I grinned lustily. It was my father's prick and it was all mine to play with.

Shoving all taboos aside, I moved my head down and licked his penis with my tongue, running it up and down the shaft. I trembled a little as I heard my father moan in pleasure. I was pleasuring my own father, and the thought excited me. I was apparently a little more perverted then I thought. I slipped the tip between my lips, and began to suck him, running on full instinct. I would seem that I was a natural cocksucker, seeing as how I took to it so well.

I bobbed my head up and down on his dick, taking it deep in my mouth, sucking it good and hard. One of my hands slipped between my legs and began to rub my pussy, that brand new organ which was now the most important part of my new body to me. I rubbed the clit and slid my fingers inside myself, my hips grinding at my hand as I masturbated with my father's dick in my mouth. My head moved up and down as the organ slipped against my tongue. Dad was groaning and tilting his head back, enjoying my attentions. Neither one of us were apprehensive anymore, plunging full on into this taboo breaking act of incest. Daddy's penis in my mouth felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Jala had undone the tie on her dress and let it fall to her waist, exposing her wonderful dark breasts and even darker nipples. She rubbed and squeezed her tits excitedly, licking her lips as she watched us and teasing her nipples hard. Her eyes gleamed as she watched us, fondling her own breasts.

I stopped sucking Dad and rose up, kissing his lips, "Now it's your turn to do me."

I got down again and pulled his pants and shoes all the way off, stripping him as naked as I was and shoving his clothes aside. I pulled him up to his feet and we switched places, with me lying down on the chair. I grinned at him impishly, and spread my legs wide, exposing myself pornographically to my father. My pussy was moist and dripping, my clit swollen with excitement. His eyes trailed down my naked body, resting on my uncovered vagina.

"Oh . . . wow." He mumbled staring at me.

"You like?" I grinned at him, teasing the lips a little with my fingers, "I love it. Go ahead and have a taste."

He kissed me deep on the lips, his stiff penis brushing against my slit briefly and causing me to shiver. Then he got down on the floor and buried his face in between my legs, sucking on my clit and lips with relish. I moaned and moved my body as my father ate my pussy. He was good at this, there was no denying it. His tongue greedily penetrated me, slipping past my lips and deep into my vulva. I rolled my hips, gasping and moaning a little as he got into me.

Suddenly he stopped, and glanced over at Jala who was still rubbing her boobs and chanting a little, as if he had just realized that she was still there. He looked up at me, a little apprehensively.

"Um . . . are we okay doing this in front of her?" He asked.

"Oh," I giggled, "Don't worry about her; we've done all sorts of stuff in front of her father."

Jala added jovially, "And you should really see how hard I cum when I fuck my own Papa."

"Jesus! Jala!" I gasped.

"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow at me, "Did I shock you?"

"No, you almost made me cum too soon." I laughed, pulling my Dad's head back between my legs where I needed it.

I licked my lips and groaned as I felt his fingers slip inside. I pulled my legs back and open them wider, giving him better access. Having traveled alone with just me for so many years, I guess he'd had time to sample a lot of local cuisine because he was really good at this. Lucky me, I guess, to be his daughter.

"Finger my ass." I begged him, twisting my body.

He looked up over my bush, "Are you sure that's okay?"

"Trust me, I'm an anal queen." I moaned, waiting for his touch.

I felt his fingers enter my asshole, pressing slowly into me. I groaned, moving my hips as his digits penetrated me; all the while he sucked and licked at my clit, sending pleasure all over me in waves. He worked his fingers, moving them in and out of both my holes. I pulled on my lip with my finger, my other hand rubbing my teenage adolescent tits, pulling on my nipples. Electric tingles of bliss flowed over my body in waves, making me shiver and tremble.

I reached down and guided him up from my crotch, bringing his lips back up to my head. He crawled over me, and I felt the warmth from his body as he moved over me, his stiff penis only inches from my opening. My legs were still spread wide and my pussy ached for more attention.

We didn't really need words; he held his cock just above my vagina, gripping the base, ready to put it in me. He looked at me, his eyes asking if it was okay. I nodded, my chest rising and falling, my body shivering lightly in anticipation of my father's penis. Later on, Jala would tell me that she believed all girls want to have sex with their fathers. I dunno if I believe her on that one, but I know that I definitely wanted it from mine, as fucked up as that sounds. There's something about this island and these people that brings out the most taboo desires in you.

I let out a gasp and then a long moan, arching my back as Dad slipped his cock into me. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down to me, driving him deeper into me. Soon, my father began to fuck me; moving his hips and shoving his dick in and out of my wet hole. He gasped and grunted as he did so, looking into my eyes as he did me. I moaned and rolled my hips back at him, waves of joy flowing through me, my heart hammering in my chest. I groaned holding him close as he fucked me, my legs wrapping around him. I kissed his lips, our tongues exploring each other's mouths; the forbidden nature of what we were doing was turning me on in ways I hadn't counted on.

There was no more Matt left in me, he was dead; there was only Mystery now, a writhing naked horny girl.

"Oh, fuck me, Daddy!" I moaned, "I love your cock inside me."

"Oh my god, how did you get so incredible?" Dad moaned, "You feel so good."

I kissed him, "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you, Mystery." He kissed me back, "I love you so much."

Over on the couch, Jala had slipped her dress totally off and was completely naked now, her beautiful black body exposed like it should be. Her hand was between her legs, rubbing her pussy as she watched us. Her eyes on me as I committed incest drove me further into heights of arousal, her masturbatory reaction taking that even further. She muttered that strange chant still, her fingers moving in and out of her pussy, which still reminded me of a delicate pink flower growing out of fertile rich earth.

I whispered in Dad's ear, "Put it in my ass, fuck me in my ass."

He raised an eyebrow, "You sure."

"Yes!" I hissed, "Sodomize me."

He pulled out and pressed his cock against my asshole. I pulled my legs all the way back as far and wide as I could, giving him access. He pushed his cock inside me, and I let out a scream, gritting my teeth. It only took a few thrusts to turn those screams of pain into squeals of pleasure. He was fucking me slowly, moving his cock in and out gently, but picking up speed. I kissed his neck and nibble on his ear, thrusting my hips at him and getting his cock deep into my butt, groaning and grunting with bliss. It's hard to describe the feeling of it, how it felt in my ass, almost like he was fucking my pussy from the other side. I loved it, and I filled the air with the sounds of pleasure.

Possibly taking a cue from me, Jala was fingering her asshole as well as her pussy, using both hands to get herself off now as she chanted. She always looks so lovely when she's in the troughs of ecstasy, even if she's getting there solo.

I don't think my dad even noticed her odd chanting, though I could tell he sure as hell noticed her masturbation and nudity.

Dad huffed and puffed as he fucked me up the ass, "Oh my god! Oh, man you feel good Mystery."

"Yeah!" I moaned, "Fuck your daughter, she loves it! Ah! Ahhh!"

"Oh, god help me," He groaned, "I love fucking my little girl."

"Be honest." I gasped, "You like me better like this, don't you?"

"God forgive me, I do." He half moaned, half laughed.

Pulling out of my ass, he put it back in my pussy and started fucking me good. My body moved and twisted snake like under him as my father made love to me. I had been apprehensive about doing this when I found out what I would need to do, but now I could barely fathom why, this incest thing rocked! I was so turned on by sex with Dad, no wonder Jala was into it. I wrapped my arms and legs around my Dad as he drilled me hard, fucking me furiously. We were both covered in sweat as I filled the air with moans and declarations of my love for him. The slapping sounds as he drove in and out of me echoed off the walls. I was delirious with passion.

When the climax came, I practically exploded again. This body, it came with such intensity, and such pleasure that it was almost like I was having some kind of fit. The pleasure flowed over me in waves, and I writhed in delight as I came filling the air with my ecstatic cries.

"Oh, Daddy!" I cried out, "I'm cumming! You're making you daughter cum! Oh! Ahhhggggggg!"

As my orgasm finally subsided, Dad cried out, "I can't hold it any more, I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum in my mouth!" I begged him, Cum in my mouth!"

He pulled out of me, and shoved his dick into my mouth. I could taste my pussy and ass juices all over my father's penis as it went between my lips. He groaned and shuddered, spasming slightly as he filled my mouth with his hot cum. I swallowed every bit of my Dad's juice like a good girl, sucking him off and prolonging his orgasm as long as I could.

That was all Jala could take: She was now squatting on the couch with her knees spread either direction, lying back against the couch, her fingers working rapidly between her legs. Her chanting hit a frantic pitch that dissolved into squeals and cries and her body writhed as she came, twisting and moaning with delight and pleasure.

She finally fell back on the couch, spent.

I kissed Daddy, "I love you."

"I love you." He breathed.

I called over to Jala, "I love you, Jala."

That caused Dad to smile a little bit. Jala rolled off the couch and crawled over to us naked on all fours. She leaned over the chair and kissed me.

"I love you, too." She smiled, "Little Mystery girl."

And then with a bit of a wicked grin on her face, she said to Dad, "It was nice Meeting you."

And then kissed him full on the mouth! I didn't get jealous or anything, in fact it was exciting watching it. Amazing how loving and friendly Jala could be, no wonder I was so attracted to her.

Leaning forward to my Dad, I asked, "How do you feel?"

The questing caught him off guard, and he paused thinking about it before he answered.

"I feel . . . good." He said, a smile crossing his face, "I feel . . . REALLY good. Better then I've felt in a long time. Actually, I feel great, like some kind of weight has been lifted off me. I'm . . . I haven't felt this happy since, well since before your mother died."

I grabbed him and hugged him. It had worked; the Houngan's spell had worked! I pulled him close, realizing I had tears in my eyes.

We rested up, naked in the den for a while and then cleaned up and got dressed. I went over to my Dad once more and kissed his lips affectionately.

"Bye, Daddy. We're going out, will you be okay by yourself?" I asked him.

He nodded, "Sure. Where are you going?"

"Shopping!" I declared enthusiastically, "I've got lots of girl clothes to buy, and Jala's mother owns a clothing store!"

His eyes brightened up, "Well make sure you model whatever you get for me."

I moved close to him and kissed him, "Of course. I'm you're little sex toy now. I'll buy lots of sexy clothes for you."

We left the house and made our way through town. I could feel eyes on my body again and it energized me, making me feel both giddy and confident, and proud of my new femininity. I felt really happy right now as well, since the Houngan had made good on both promises to me. He'd paid off my Dad's debts, and cast the spell that cured his gambling addiction. It was a weird bit of magic, and I'd been shocked when I found out I'd have to commit incest with my father to get the spell to work, but now I was glad I'd gone ahead with it. That happiness he'd felt wasn't just being happy, it was the effect of his addiction leaving his body. Now things could finally but put right. And I knew that wouldn't be the last time I did him.

Jala slipped her arm around my waist and I did the same for her as we walked. She kissed me lightly on my lips, and deep loving kiss. How I've not just fallen in love with her, I thought, but this whole island and its people. Not to mention my hot new body.

Jala spoke, "You two will probably take up residence here."

I nodded; I'd thought of that, "Yeah, but our work takes us all over the world. You probably won't see us very often."

"Actually, I've been thinking." Jala held me tight, "With all the debts paid off, didn't you say you needed an assistant?"

A grin spread across my face and I kissed her deep on the mouth. We headed toward the store with a spring in our step.

I was anxious to start me new life.