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The
firelight made shadows dance on the stone wall over her throne.
The gilded back and arms gleamed. Shamzara the voodoo queen sat
waiting for him, dark hair wild and flowing, dark nipples
showing thru her flimsy gown.
"Welcome
to my court, Mark Hemingway," she said in a low tone. Pale,
soulless zombies lay at her feet, men and girls, nearly naked,
kissing and licking at her toes and ankles.
"Your
unholy scheme is over, Shamzara. It's only a matter of time
now." The big zombie behind him jabbed him in the ribs with
his stick. Hemingway held his head high, despite the tight
bonds.
The voodoo
queen smiled venomously. "Your foolish plan to ruin me has
already failed, Mark Hemingway. I have the chief of police in
the palm of my hand." A figure stepped out from behind her
throne, carrying a long, straight dagger of gleaming steel.
"You
bastard!" Hemingway spat. But the chief only cracked a grim
smile.
Shamzara
rose; her flowing gown clung to her womanly curves, shimmered in
the firelight, and stirred the smoke. "Now you will taste
the blood of a voodoo sacrifice and become my slave!"
To
Hemingway's horror, a girl was brought out from a hut toward the
circle of fire—a beautiful young girl with the flowing black
hair and almond eyes.
"Malia!
No!"
"Ha ha
ha ha ha!" the voodoo queen cackled. "Ha ha ha! She is
mine now, Mark Hemingway, and soon you shall be too!"
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"Mark!"
the girl squealed desperately. But he could see already that her eyes
were dull and her limbs were heavy. Her breasts shook under her thin,
torn nightgown as she wept. Her body was not bound, but her will was
lost to the voodoo queen.
"First,"
said Shamzara, "let me demonstrate the strength of my power. Malia!
Come to me."
She sat down again
and spread her long, brown legs. Malia automatically kneeled before her,
whimpered, but obedient. "Lick me, little one."
"No!"
Hemingway cried, but the zombies holding him back jabbed him, punched
him into submission, and brought him to his knees. Malia looked back
over her shoulder with pleading eyes, desperate for some way out, but
enslaved to fulfill her queen's demand. She kneeled between Shamzara's
thighs, gazed on the dark, moist folds of her sex, and licked her lips.
"Watch
closely, Mark Hemingway. Soon you'll be on your knees before me
too." Then she smiled down on her little slave. "Let your
tongue taste my sex. Pleasure me until I come in your mouth."
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reprinted with
permission
Pulp
Erotica
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