This is a work of erotic fiction. If you’re too young to legally read this, or if you think you might be offended if you read it, don’t. This story is copyright 1998 by SuthrnLrd. You can use it any way you want for your own personal enjoyment, but if you rip off my work and try to pass it off as your own, or if you archive my work and charge money to read it, then you suck. ...

Bonnie and Kelly were two people very much in love who spent considerable time on the road seeing the sights and sounds of the country. They encountered many strange people and saw a few things that were only whispered rumors in most people’s homes. One ritual in particular interested the duo greatly. Deep in the bayou country, there lived a woman rumored to be the most powerful swamp witch in the world. As Bonnie and Kelly watched from bushes a short distance from the woman’s property, the witch milked several poison snakes and spiders of their venom which she poured into an iron cauldron that was heating over an open fire. She then added several other ingredients such as herbs and a large pail of swamp water to the mixture. ...

We had both been working hard all week so we decided that we would spend the whole weekend in rubber. Sarah was feeling pretty hot and couldn’t stop playing with a latex surgical glove she had in her hands. She ran it though her fingers then pulled it over her hand, stretching it down to as far as her elbow - then Snap! She let it go and it shot back to her wrist. The glove moulded to her hand like a second skin, coating it in shiny translucent latex. Then she looked up. I’ve seen that look in her eyes before… and I know I’m in for a treat! I wondered what she had in mind? ...

The powerful private women club simply called Harmony Association had its usual monthly meeting at their leader’s posh apartment. The order of business was to kick out one of their own. Cassandra Chambers has been accused of embarrassing the group with ranting of witchcraft and revenge when treated unfairly in a job dispute. The leader of the group, Alexandra Burke, led the crusade to expel Cassandra, taking the embarrassment personally and a bad reflection on the group’s professional image. ...

Violet thought she had found a happy home. An adopted member of the Reed family, her friend Jenny and Jenny’s stepfather had taken her in several months ago when her parents had died in a car crash. It wasn’t hard to get along with those two. They also had been through a lot after losing Jenny’s mother to cancer. But Violet wanted more than just family status. She knew that Mr. Reed was very wealthy, with no living relatives other than Jenny. She also knew she could use her looks and brain to lure him into signing over his share of the wealth to her. Jenny wasn’t the problem. Having attended private schools most of her life in another state; nobody really knew her well in the small town they now lived in. If she where to disappear, little would be said by anybody other than her stepfather, and their where ways to distract him from complaining. ...

Violet thought she had found a happy home. An adopted member of the Reed family, her friend Jenny and Jenny’s stepfather had taken her in several months ago when her parents had died in a car crash. It wasn’t hard to get along with those two. They also had been through a lot after losing Jenny’s mother to cancer. But Violet wanted more than just family status. She knew that Mr. Reed was very wealthy, with no living relatives other than Jenny. She also knew she could use her looks and brain to lure him into signing over his share of the wealth to her. Jenny wasn’t the problem. Having attended private schools most of her life in another state; nobody really knew her well in the small town they now lived in. If she where to disappear, little would be said by anybody other than her stepfather, and their where ways to distract him from complaining. ...

Chapter one: “The Web” How on Earth had this happened? Cindy wondered. To be stuck literally like a bug in this huge spiders web! She struggled against the sticky web to no avail. The more she struggled, the more filaments from the web entangled her arms and legs. She couldn’t move, she was just not getting anywhere! The web strands were actually soft on her skin, but they were as strong as steel. They were coated with a sticky glue substance that once touched by anything would not let go. No amount of struggle or pulling would find release. ...

Alice Kemp was walking firmly and purposefully along the hallway from her apartment. She was forty two, of average height, still slim and with an athletic carriage. Short fair hair framed a square, not unattractive face. She had been divorced some years back, worked in a minor managerial job and was generally thought to be comfortably off. She had on a neat wool skirt, a white blouse and flat heeled black shoes. Over all this she wore a thick grey winter overcoat which fell to below her knees, was buttoned up to the throat and she had turned up the collar. She looked as if she was going on a long outing in the cold Autumn evening outside. In reality she was only going to a unit on the floor below. ...

(story continues from Visit to a Neighbour) Visit to a Neighbour 2. Alice Kemp was sitting in the lounge of her comfortable, well furnished apartment unit. It was on the first floor of a block in what would be called a good middle class area. She herself was forty two, fit, and still had a slim, somewhat girlish figure. Her square, pleasant face was framed by short, fair hair. She was long divorced, comfortably off and held a reasonably well paying managerial job. This evening she was waiting for a visit from her friend Henry, whom she knew would call at exactly eight pm. ...

Finally, the wait was over. After months of preparation, followed by weeks of waiting, the package had arrived. As he began to cut the tape, Bill thought back on the events that had led him here. Jenny was the kind of woman any man would die for. Long toned legs, tight ass, large, firm tits, all topped by the face of a model. Thoughts of her had filled Bill’s mind from the day she’d come to work in the same office. It had taken him months to build up the nerve to talk to her, more months to gain the courage to ask her out. The results had been less than satisfactory. ...

(story continues from Voodoo 2) Part Three “Hello?” Jenny smiled at the silence that greeted her. She knew Bill would be at work, but better safe than sorry. Slipping inside, she carefully locked the door. She had four hours, and she meant to be ready. Taking the supplies she’d brought with her, Jenny quickly explored the house. Once satisfied that she was familiar with the place, she moved to the bedroom and set her things down. Time to get to work. ...

(story continues from Voodoo) Part Two Monday morning, and Bill was a nervious wreck. It had been just over a week since his voodoo adventure with Jenny, and today she was due to return to work. With her temper, it was hard telling what she would do. Bill was actually surprised that she hadn’t called the cops on him, despite the probability that nobody would believe her about what had happened. ...

The candles burned brightly casting a pale light in the otherwise dark room as a figure moved around in the background opening and closing cupboard doors. After thirty seconds or so, the woman moved over to the large wooden table that stood in the center of the room . She sat down on an ornate chair that was next to the table and lit three candles on the table to provide more light for her to see with. Dressed in a brightly colored dress with numerous beads and a long flowing necklace, she resembled a carnival fortune teller that would spin wild imaginary tales for people willing to fork over a couple of dollars. ...

(story continues from Voodoo Spell)_ _This story is the sequel to Voodoo Spell Part 2: Rest & Relaxation. Jasmine put her feet up on the table sipping on a cold alcoholic drink while looking at the figure that was lying on the couch. The brown haired woman’s name was Gina MacDonald, sister of Holly, who was now residing in Jasmine’s basement modeling a lovely black bra and panty set with a long metal support rod inserted into what was her ass . Jasmine had caught Gina snooping through her house late one night and rendered her unconscious with a rag soaked in chloroform. She put the unconscious intruder on the couch and quickly searched the woman’s pockets for a clue as to why she was breaking into her home and what she was looking for. She found a note in her right pants pocket that appeared to have been written by the private investigator Jasmine had hired a short while ago while preparing for revenge against her ex-husband. The note indicated that Holly’s disappearance may have been arranged by Jasmine and that clues to where Holly might be now would be contained within Jasmine’s home. Searching Gina’s other pockets, Jasmine found a loaded handgun which she knew Gina would have used to extract the truth, Jasmine emptied the weapon of it’s ammunition and placed it in a nearby drawer which she then locked with a key. After stripping Gina of her clothing, Jasmine went over to her dining room table where she set up the candles in the same pattern she had them when last she practiced her voodoo. She glanced over to Gina’s nude body and admired the lean and beautiful body. Although she was not a lesbian by nature, she found the rise and fall of Gina’s chest as she breathed to be quite an erotic sight. As Jasmine looked over at Gina, a wicked idea crossed her mind of how to ensure Jasmine would no longer interfere with her plans and have some fun at the interfering bitch’s expense. She sat down at the candle lit table and pulled out a doll that looked similar to the one she had used with Holly only this was bereft of clothing already. After lying the doll down on the table, she began to wave a glow stick in the air above the table while swaying back and forth chanting in a speech that seemed to be a mixture of French, Latin and other languages. While Jasmine chanted over and over, she put down the stick and picked up an eyedropper that was sitting in dish full of a clear liquid. She squeezed a few drops over the doll’s body and lightly rubbed it in with her left little finger while continuing her routine. After a minute or so, an amazing change started to occur to Gina’s form. For starters, her eyes suddenly opened wide though they did not move around at all but instead stared straight up at the ceiling. Her mouth opened wide and formed itself into what seemed to be an ovular shape. Gina’s legs slowly parted and her right leg stuck out straight hanging over the edge of the couch. Her breasts swelled outward going from A to C cup size in a matter of seconds with the pink nipples becoming brighter in color. Grinning in satisfaction, Jasmine leaned over and pushed the doll’s hands gently so that the tiny hands cupped the doll’s breasts. She then threw a handful of powder onto three candles in rapid succession producing a series of bright flashes that lit up the whole room. Chanting in a rapid fire manner, Jasmine pointed dramatically with her right index finger towards Gina’s prone body and stared at the form with great anticipation. Almost immediately, Gina’s body began to shimmer noticeably even while her hands rose stiffly in the air and cupped her breasts in an enticing manner. Her skin began to look smooth and shiny with no sign of freckles or blemishes visible anywhere on her body. Seams started to appear up and down her torso that would suggest she was now just a inanimate doll made of sheets of latex sewn together. Her mouth, which was already in an ovular shape, stretched even more into an O-shape with her teeth and tongue melting away forming a soft interior of velvety softness. There was no longer any sign of breathing or eye movement for Gina whatsoever. ...

Do not use without the author’s permission. “Whoa!” At Master’s command, the two ponygirls skidded to a halt in front of a small cabin just off the park trail. A sign out front indicated that it had male and female restrooms. “Man, I gotta take a wicked dump!” Master jumped out of the cart and crouched down in front of the panting women, using short chains with clips to quickly hobble each girl’s ankles together. ...