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VooDoo In The Snow
By S. P. Riley
The yellow flame of the candle licked the air to give off the taste in the form of black smoke into the night. The dark red wax flowed down the sides like a bleeding wound. The man over the candle spoke in a language other than English. The ground was frozen under the roof held up by six then foot posts, but was free of snow so the wax became solid as soon as it reach the platform the man knelled on. A small earthen boll held a dark material that was sticky and smelled of darkness. The man chanted and leaned over the candle so close that two of his hairs burnt.
Bringing up from a pocket the man produced a curled blond hair around the head of a simple doll. The doll was made of sackcloth with crude stitching to hold it together with stitching eyes and one stitch to hold the hair down. The man took a pinch of the sticky black substance from the earthen boll and threw some into the candle. The yellow flame erupted with an orange flame like explosion in the night, yet the man didn't stop his chanting or look away from the blinding light. He took his fingers covered with the black substance and touched the head the mouth and the heart of the doll.
"I hate every last one of you," said the brown hair woman from the couch. Her hair was strait and shoulder length; her dark eyes looked out past large glasses that just seemed to accent her eyes. Her face was free of blemishes and her white skin seemed to glow with a beauty that attracted men to her. She wore a long sleeve striped sweater and blue jeans that were pulled up from the left ankle that was covered in a cast. The toes sticking out were starting to turn red in the cold, and because of her broken ankle. Her name is Amy Fishbrow.
Currently residing in a ski lodges lobby Amy and her five friends were on their winter vacation. All were juniors in a University out on the East Coast, so a vacation together was ideal. The lodge was made to look like a large log cabin, but the inside looked like a normal motel. The lodge had a large lobby that that had two gas fireplaces and two walls of glass to see the snow covered mountains that people love to let gravity take over and pull them down. All round the lobby was different ski equipment and other skiers that were getting up for a morning ski, or coming in after a midnight ride down the mountains. With the surge in business the lifts seem to go non-stop.
"It was fresh powder, you were out cold, you would have done the same thing," said a young man standing about five foot ten. His dark hair was parted on the side and his rustic features attracted as many women as the Amy's features attracted men. He wore a warm coat and ski pants as he had just come out from a long run of night skiing. His name is Bruce Trinken.
"That's not an excuse," Amy said pointing at Bruce. "And you," she said pointing at the taller dark hared man, "what kind of boyfriend are you to go out skiing when I was in the infirmary?"
He stood tall six feet three and his hair was close cropped with dark eyes set deep in his head. He could smile that would turn any woman into putty, but he loved Amy. He too wore warm cloths for he had been skiing. His name is Andy Westmire, "I have a present for you." He reached into the pocket of his coat and came out with a hand full of snow that made it into his pocket by accident. He dropped the snow on Amy's lap and everyone around laughed.
The tall blond on Bruce's side showed she had a good body even through the winter cloths. Her legs were long and well defined under he skin tight ski pants. Her blue eyes were crystal clear and her face was at super model level. Her blond hair was long and went half way down her back to trail like a golden wake in her passing. Her large breasts puffed out the winter coat to make it look thicker that it was. Her name is Laura Roberts.
The red hair man standing behind Laura was short only five feet seven and his red curly hair was like a light in the night. He still had freckles on his puffy cheeks and green eyes that seemed to want to jump right out of his face. His body seemed like two parallel lines of front and back, with nothing to define where his neck began and his legs ended. His name is Glen Smith.
The final person of the crew had curly black hair that grew down and around his chin to form a dark beard. The only distinguishing feature on his face was an upturned nose that allowed everyone to see the dark portholes that everyone has. He was broad of shoulder and thin of waste that showed that he was at one time football player. He seemed to stand back almost isolated from the rest of the group not wanting to get too close for a fear of something not understood. His name is Nathan O'Tool.
Amy grabbed the snow just as it hit her lap and threw it back at Andy, missing him, and hitting Nathan. "Oh, I am so sorry," Amy said as Nathan wiping the snow and slush from his face.
"You're lucky you're beautiful," Nathan said looking up at her.
"He means that about you too," Glen said to Laura.
"Okay everyone," Andy said getting everyone's attention, "here and now we all agree that Amy broke her ankle going down the most dangerous slope on these mountains. And we never make mention of her really falling down the front steps."
Everyone nodded his or her head, but Bruce with is arm around Laura said, "what do I get out of it?"
"Me, not killing you in your sleep," Andy said using his size to intimidate Bruce.
"Who wants breakfast?" Bruce said out loud.
"I need my coat," Amy said.
"I'm on it," Andy said going for the stairs.
"I'm going to go grab a newspaper real quick," Nathan said going around the corner.
"I'm going to ask if those snow bunnies would like to going us," Glen said walking off.
Bruce looked at Laura and Amy, "I think that I'll go pull the car around. You two sit tight."
As Bruce walked out the front door Amy said to Laura, "I think that I need to use the restroom."
"Need help?" Laura asked.
"I got it," Amy said standing up on the two aluminum crutches and one good leg, "no problem." Amy hobbled off to the rest room and Laura was left alone on the couch in the lodge's lobby.
He lifted the doll to his lips and spoke in a low quiet voice, "you are incredibly horny. The need and heat are filling your loins. Pick up a ski poll and go into the restroom and masturbate. Once the ski poll is in you as far as it will go you will have an orgasm until someone knocks on the door. When this happens you will come to your senses. All this time you will not make a sound."
Laura became flushed and started to squirm on the couch. She stood up and went around the other overstuffed chairs and picking up a blue metal ski poll. She pushed open the two doors for the restroom looking more and more uncomfortable. The first stall contained Amy, but the final stall was open and empty, and Laura couldn't get her pants down fast enough. She pulled aside her pink panties and the black handle of the ski poll went into the wet lips of her pussy. The black rubber slipped in with little sound as she pushed and pushed as far into her as she could, but she still couldn't orgasm, so she had to push further. The metal tip of the ski poll slapped again and again on the tile floor as she tried to push farther and farther into her. The need to orgasm seemed to fill her mind, as she knew all she had to do was force it in. Ten inches were in her and she needed more. Eleven inches and she could feel it coming. Eleven and a half inches were all she needed. Her body wracked and the long poll sticking out of her slapping the floor, as her face was an statement only found on blown up dolls.
Amy down a few stalls heard the metal striking tiles and was curious. She finished up and hobbled down to the door and knocked on it saying, "You okay in there?" There was no response, so Amy hobbled over to the sinks and started to wash her hands.
Laura started to cool down and she slowly pulled the ski pull out of her. The pain was not very much, but her woman area was sore and the pain was enough for her to wince at it. She got the poll out and pulled up her pants. Looking between the crack in the door frame she could see Amy washing her hands and leaving the restroom. Laura was relieved since now she could make herself look presentable to the rest. Her hair was damp at the hairline, and her face was flush. She washed her face in hopes that she would have a good excuse, even if most of her make up went with the water. She looked at herself and saw that the night of skiing and the recent activities gave her face a tired look to it. Laura concluded that she was ready to face the rest of the crew.
"Is this Voodoo book anyone's?" Amy asked at the back of Bruce's jeep? After a long breakfast the six of them went over to a used bookstore to find some books for Amy. Well it seemed that she was the only one who wanted any books, and bought quite a few of them.
Five heads shook a 'no' and Amy knew it wasn't hers. "It's not yours?" Nathan asked.
"No," Amy said, "but if no one wants to claim it, I'll take it." The six of them went to their rooms and five changed into skiing clothes, but Amy didn't. She started to read the Voodoo book, and became engrossed in it.
"If you want anything to drink from our refrigerator feel free," Andy said and promptly got a nudge to the ribs from Bruce.
"That's our beer in there, man," Bruce said hefting his skies.
"Relax boys," Amy said lying on her bed, "I'm not going to take your beer. Until tonight that is."
"This door should be unlocked," Andy said indicating the door that connects the two rooms. Really there are three rooms connected because Andy and Bruce's room also has a door that leads to Nathan and Glen's room. "We'll be back for lunch," Andy said giving Amy a long kiss good-bye.
"Stop getting a quickie and let's move out," Glen said from the doorway suited up and ready to go skiing.
Some time later Amy did get up to go into Andy's room and get something to drink from his refrigerator, but it was only a soda-pop. Amy did note that on top of the half size refrigerator was a fat, very dark red, candle that had recently been burnt. Amy thought that this was odd since Bruce and Laura never showed any interest in candles. Amy liked candles more than Andy did, and he wouldn't burn one without her. Amy had a disturbing thought of what if Andy and Bruce were gay, and a shudder went down her back.
The snow covered slopes were wide and spacious, large enough that a person could be completely alone simply by going down the slope. He could see Laura though. Laura was standing in her skies motionless as she was looking for the best way down the slope, without getting killed. He pulled out the doll and instantly Laura felt cold. He licked his finger and placed it between the doll's legs and started to rub. Laura felt something rubbing between her legs, and she could feel that she was becoming inadvertently stimulated. She was still sore from the ski poll up inside her, and she didn't know why this was happening.
Her legs buckled under her and she went down on the snow with her hands between her legs trying to fight the feeling of passion. Her cunt was on fire and she couldn't do anything about it. The rubbing was beginning to generate heat that added to Laura's lust. She knew that the feeling that was going on would bring her to orgasm. The edge of the orgasm was coming closer and closer as her hands, in an attempt to subdue the feeling, started to encourage the orgasm. Knowing that the orgasm was about to over come her she resigned to her second orgasm of the day and laid down in the snow.
From the trees he could see her, but didn't know if she had an orgasm yet, and not wanting to take any chances he flicked his tongue between the dolls legs. Laura gasp as the most powerful orgasm she ever had in her life washed over her. The mussels in her middle took on a life of their own and they brought her do a half sitting position before she dropped down into the snow, but pulled her back up again. Laura could even smell herself as she felt the juices from her body leak out. Wave after wave of mussel contraction contained in an orgasm started to subside. The sweet on her face and under her cloths cooled in an instant, as her pussy was sorer than ever before. Laura didn't know what was happening to her.
"Okay so I wipe out and end up on the other side of this little snow hill, right," Glen said with the hand motions to accent what happened. "What do I hear not a yell or even a heads up but skies on snow and here comes Nathan silent as the night coming down the slope. I think that he'll go around, but no he heads right for the snow hill I'm behind. He used it as a ramp and went RIGHT OVER MY HEAD! Did you even know I was there?"
Nathan nodded his head, "yes." The six of them were at the restaurant that is connected with the ski lodge. It had four projection screens showing three different football games, and one screen showed a trivia game that one can play. None of the six wanted to test their knowledge. The light was dark and the food was bland, but the atmosphere was what people came for. The six of them were around the table engrossed in the stories from the day. Laura left out her story of the pleasure on the slope.
"Well as much fun as craning my neck is to see sports games I don't care about," Amy said standing on her one good leg, "I need a shower."
"Same here," Laura said standing thinking about her panties, and how much she wanted to get them off.
"I want to see the end of this game," Bruce said pointing at the screens.
"Same here," Nathan said.
"Well you're not joining me, so tough luck," Laura said to Nathan.
"How about me," Glen said knowing the answer.
"When hell freezes over let me know and I'll think about it," Laura said walking with the hobbling Amy out of the restaurant.
"So do you want to take your shower first?" Amy asked going to the elevator.
"I don't care," Laura said stepping into a waiting cab, "I just wanted away from everyone. There has been some weird things going on with me lately."
"Like what?" Amy said truly concerned.
Laura paused before she spoke, "have you ever had an orgasm when you didn't intend to have one?"
Amy looked sideways to see if her friend was kidding, she wasn't. Amy said slowly, "once when I sneezed, but that was a long time ago."
"I have had two today," Laura said. The elevator doors opened and Laura held the door open for Amy to get out. "I had one," Laura continued, "this morning in the bathroom stall while you were there."
"That was you!" Amy said surprised.
"Yea, I, for some reason, forced a ski poll almost twelve inches in my vagina before I had an orgasm. And then when I was out on the slopes."
"You forced a ski poll in you while you were out on the ski slopes?" Amy said in shock.
"What, no. I had an orgasm out on the slopes when I definitely didn't intend to have one," Laura unlocked the door to their room and let Amy inside.
"It could have been Voodoo," Amy said seriously. "I have been reading that book we, I found this morning and if a person makes a voodoo doll of someone then that person is effected by what is done to that doll."
"Doesn't that only work with sticking pins into it like the movies?"
"No according to the book even sound can be transferred from the doll to the person. That is how who ever is doing this to you is doing it. He or she has a doll with something personal from you in or on it, and that is causing them to control your actions."
"Oh God Amy," Laura said falling down on her bed almost in a fetal position starting to cry, "what am I going to do."
"Come morning we find out who crafted a doll of you," Amy said trying to sound hopeful, "and then we beat the crap out of how ever it is."
"You don't think that he will do anything more tonight?" Laura asked pulling back the tears.
"I'm pretty sure that it is Andy, Bruce, Glen or Nathan who has a doll of you, and who ever it is who has it will not use it if it attracts attention. So as long as those four stay together then you should be fine."
"Thanks," Laura said giving her nose a good sniff. Amy leaned over and gave her a big hug of comfort.
"Now then a shower," Amy said.
Amy took a long hot shower savoring the feeling of the hot water and soap on her. The talk with Laura made Amy a little horny, any talk of orgasms did. With a plastic bag around the cast on her left ankle she was free to stand in the stream of water. She moved the small bar of soap between her legs and into her cunt. The soap slid in and out of her and she loved the smooth feeling, wishing she had her vibrator with her. Thinking only of the pleasure Amy didn't, at first, notice that the soap was no longer in her hand. She looked over the bottom of the tub for the small bar of soap, and it wasn't there.
It took Amy a moment to think about where the soap could be, and then wiggled her hips. There was something smooth and slick in her vagina, and if felt so good. Standing on her one leg she did a wiggle and bending down on her one leg she could feel the soap sliding around inside of her. She reached down and felt some soapy water coming out of her, and she wiggled even more. When she had her fun Amy tried to reach into her pussy to get the soap out, but the stimulation from the soap had pushed her to the edge of an orgasm and her few fingers inside was enough to push her over the edge. If she weren't holding onto the edge of the shower with both hands she would have fallen to the bottom of the bathtub. Her body was an ocean of pleasure as the waves lapped at her. The gentle feeling of pleasure left Amy with a smile on her face at the end, and a very soapy pussy.
Amy got the soap out and cleaned herself up, and with a towel around her body she blow dried her hair. When she got out of the bathroom she couldn't see Laura, and when she put on her glasses she still couldn't see Laura, but then the rhythmic banging on the wall to Bruce's room started. Amy smiled as she started to hear the low cries from the next room. She quickly dressed and pulled the plastic bag off her leg and decided to rejoin the boys. When Amy made it to the restaurant the table that they were at was empty. Amy started to make a search of the lounge. There was a large crowd around one corner of the lounge and Amy hobbled over to the crowd and spotted Bruce.
"Bruce, yo Bruce," Amy called out. Bruce pealed away from the crowd showing that two people were playing a video game, of all things snow boarding.
"Amy love the wet look, it works on you," Bruce said with a smile.
"What the hell are you doing here!" Amy said in shock.
Bruce's face fell into confusion, "is this a trick question?"
Amy's mind was racing. If Bruce was not up having sex with his girlfriend then whom was having sex in his room? "Where is everyone else?" Amy demanded.
"Well Andy was here a few minutes ago, and I have know idea where Glen or Nathan went off to."
"Okay," Amy said thinking, "find Andy or Glen or Nathan or someone and bring them to your room quick." Amy started to hobble off to the elevators.
"Why," Bruce started, "is there something wrong?"
"Just do it," Amy said pushing the up button.
Amy unlocked the door to her room and burst inside, burst as much as a person with one good leg can do. The first thing she saw was the lit blood red candle. The second was Laura on her bed. She was naked with her legs spread wide and up in the air. Her hands were between her legs with three fingers of her right hand inside of her. Her other hand on the edge of her pussy lips. Her blond hair was sprayed out around her head and her face was constricted in a look of between pleasure and pain. The most disturbing of it all was Laura was not moving. She was frozen like a picture on a paused DVD.
Amy quickly hobbled over to the motionless woman, and put her fingers on her neck, she had a pulse. He skin was hot and wet with sweat. Between her legs something sticky and white dripped between her motionless fingers.
"Damn, why couldn't you have been five minutes longer," came a voice behind Amy.
Amy knew that voice. She thought he was her friend. Now she knew different. She read the voodoo book, she knew that a blood red candle was needed to cast a spell of conformity on a doll. She also knew where the red hair in the voodoo book came from.
"Glen what the hell are you doing?" Amy said turning around.
Glen stood there with the candle casting a glow on his face, and making his red hair blaze like fire. In one hand he held the earthen boll that contained the same black substance from the previous night. In his other hand was a crude doll with a pair of panties wrapped around its waste. They were Amy's panties.
"That was your voodoo book in the jeep," Amy accused.
"Correct," Glen said putting the boll down.
"You were the one controlling Laura."
"Still am."
"You put that candle in Andy's room to throw me off."
"You found my book, that is also why I am about to control you," Glen said raising Laura's doll to his lips, "Laura guard the door, make sure Amy doesn't leave."
Laura was animated and taking her fingers out of her she stood up and walked to the door to the room. She turned with glassy eyes, her lean body strait as a pin, and her mind completely blank. Glen looked back at Amy with a wide grin on his face. "I always wanted a threesome," Glen said with a sneer before he started to chant.
Amy looked with shock at her two friends now turned against her. She was on her own now. Using one aluminum crutch to stand up she turned it upside down and like a baseball bat. Aiming for the left leg she swung with all she was worth at the back of Glen's leg. The crutch hit both of Glen's legs tossing them both out from under him. He hit the ground hard landing on his back.
Glen rolled to his side to look at Amy. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Glen said almost like he didn't know.
"How can you ask that question," Amy said lifting the crutch high into the air and forcing it down on Glen's head.
The door burst open, throwing Laura forward, and Bruce, Nathan, and Andy came through the door. "We missed something didn't we," Bruce said.
"Now that's a story," Nathan said with his usual coolness. They all sat around the table of the restaurant that early morning. The sun had yet to even come up but that didn't mater since no one slept the previous night, no one but Glen that is. Laura seemed to try and shrink into herself like a turtle, but Bruce was there with his arms around her to hold her up. Andy was proud of his little woman showing courage the previous night and would smile at her when ever he could. Glen on the other hand had a large bruise on the side of his face and walked with a limp. Glen just finished his history with voodoo, including what he did to Laura, and what he planed on doing to Amy. Granted at points Bruce and Andy wanted to beat him into a lifeless pulp, but held back.
That night before when Glen was not conscience Amy performed the ritual to cast the spell on the doll, but with a personal item of Glen's. Now Glen was under the power of a voodoo doll and that doll was in Laura's possession. Glen was aloud to act normal in every way, but could only do something independent with Laura's permission.
Amy held the doll of Laura in her small hands turning over the simple fabric looking for something to indicate the power it held. "So, Laura, what do you want to do with this," Amy asked indicating the doll.
"Hang on a second," Bruce said taking the doll from Amy's grasp. Bruce whispered something into the doll's ear and it had an effect on Laura. Laura sat a little straighter and her face took on the look that she had but two days before. Everyone looked at Bruce for answers to the unasked question. "Better than a shrink," Bruce said.
"How do we brake the spell?" Laura said taking her doll from Bruce.
"Burning it," Amy said automatically.
"Let's find a fire," Laura said standing. She raised Glen's doll to her lips and said, "Come Glen." With no will of his own Glen stood and followed his master. With Bruce holding her hand Laura said, "I always wanted a threesome."
THE END
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