**Voodoo Muthi**
The pinnacle was last Sunday when we went to church together. The theme of the sermon was ‘values
of family life and the respect for one another. We were sitting as usual in the first row, and she always
tried to show the priest how much she loved and respected the words of his sermon and how
stringently she was following them. This sheep in a wolf’s skin made me boil with hate and anger but I
was not supposed to show.
When we left the church singing and dancing with the blessings of the priest she suddenly shouted,
“look at this woman over there, isn’t she the bitch from the groceries store, she even came alone
without her husband. Now I will face her! I think she is stalking you or she wants you or she wants to
annoy me. Let us find out now”, she fumed with fury in her voice.
“Please do not make a scene, we are at church”, I pleaded with her, but she didn’t listen. “Hello, mam
are you not working in the groceries store? I always wanted to talk to you. As you know we have just
brought in our new harvest, and I wonder if you could sell some at the store. I see you came alone
today. Wouldn’t you like to come shortly over to us, then you can already inspect our harvest?”
She was stunned by Queenie’s approach and tried to look at me to get an appropriate answer. I just
shrugged my shoulders and tried not to give attention to her. “Just come with us for a short afternoon
tea, it might be worthwhile for you” she suggested. Since I didn’t object visibly, she agreed, and we
went home together to the farm after church not knowing that we went straight into the lion’s den.
“Have a seat my dear and make yourself comfortable, I will just go to the kitchen and prepare some
tea for us. I am sure my husband will explain to you a bit about our latest harvest. I will be back in a
minute”.
I was caught off guard again and didn’t know how to explain the situation. “Does she know anything
about us?” Kamari asks me surprised. “It is impossible from my side, I never told anybody about us, or
did you?”
“No! Of course, not” I assured her “but I think she is suspecting something. She recently told me that
her best friend was getting proof that we have an affair. I denied it but she didn’t seem to believe it.
Did you tell anyone about our secret affair? If not, how could she possibly know?” I questioned Kamari.
“I don’t know anything. Honestly, I have no idea. I am even more scared my husband could find out
about it. He would kill me” she replied with a shiver in her voice.
“Please be strong Kamari, this woman is evil, she is obsessed by the devil. Whatever will happen today,
please promise to trust me, as I will trust you. Please this must be an unconditional promise because I
know she seems to be bewitched and she can do very bad evil things. Do you promise?” I requested
her.
“Yes, I do promise” she replied. At this moment my estranged wife came back smiling with tea and
biscuits on a tray.
“It is Sunday, and the servants are out. They always leave a mess in the kitchen, and I do not find my
things anymore but luckily, I managed to get something. Did my husband brief you already on what
we want to discuss?
My darling please hand her a cup of tea and some biscuits. Here is yours. I will sit over there on the
stool.” She was very good at small talk and pretended to be a loving caring angel. She praised me for
being such a hard-working darling and taking so much care of the family. She talked about our
children how well they were doing, and all the community work she was involved in and how much she
loves me and so on and on and on…until we suddenly got very tired and fell asleep.
When we both woke up, we found ourselves naked and handcuffed together. We were completely
defenseless looking at each other in disbelief. Suddenly we saw Queenie sitting on the big armchair
dressed up in traditional African clothes with a lot of beaded jewelry and a crown on her head, a whip
in her left hand, and a glass of wine in her right hand. She lit some candles and an intensive smell of
dried herbs was in the whole room.
“So, who do we have here? Two repenting sinners who want to beg me for forgiveness. You can start
your plead of mitigation now. You might be lucky and succeed since I am in a joyous celebration
mood. The church had blessed me today with the opportunity of reckoning. Adultery is a serious
offense and I have been given the divine powers to decide over your fate. Today is Judgement Day,”
Queenie preached.
She started walking up and down in the room while talking and drinking constantly. The wine seemed
to inspire her vicious spirits. She took some branches from the dry herbs and lighted them at a candle.
An intense smoky smell covered the whole room. We were still lying naked and helplessly handcuffed
together on the floor. “Smell the herbs they might cleanse you from your sins.” She put the
glimmering herbs in front of our faces and stroke our naked bodies with them. It was painful and
scary.
Now she took her whip and lowly started to lash us. “I will chase the evil spirits out from both of you.
You should be grateful! I have been given the divine powers to cleanse you. Say thank you divine
Queenie! I don’t hear anything; say thank you divine Queenie, speak up.”
We kept quiet and were scared to death. “I guess you need some more cleansing until you are
grateful.” She stepped over us and started to release gushes of piss. “This might help you to become
grateful. I have been told by my ancestors that only I can be the savior of your misery. I have been
chosen to do the job and I will do everything necessary to please my ancestors!”
She got back to the armchair and poured some more wine. I could see her getting drunk slowly and
when she gets drunk, she can become an evil monster.
“So, you two dirty dogs I want to see how you fuck each other. Start kissing her passionately Werner. I
want to see you getting an erection. Kiss your bitch. Kiss her!” she shouted and lashed us with her
whip. We had no choice and started to kiss, still handcuffed.
“Are you already getting an erection? Yes, I see it’s coming up. Continue, don’t stop. I want to get
another drink from the kitchen”.
She left us alone for a short while and I said to Kamari,” we have to make a plan, but what can we do,
the more drunk she gets the weirder and unpredictable becomes her behavior.”
“I know the smell of these herbs” Kamari stumbles, “I smelled them at the grocery shop some time
ago. Someone must have left them in the shop to give me an evil Muhti. I bet it was her Muthi, exactly
this Muthi she is using on us now”. What shall we do now?” She begged me for an answer, and I
replied, “Let us play her game and we just wait for our chance,” I suggested. “Okay I trust you. Let us
do it this way,” Kamari agreed.
Just at this moment, she came back with a new bottle of wine in her hand and a bag with something
inside. “Are you ready to rumble? Enough time for soft porn. Now I want some action. Fuck her, fuck
her good. I bet you have plenty of power bottled up in your balls since you didn’t fuck me for months.
Start my show!”
She got back into the armchair. We started to make love slowly. It felt really good to be inside the
women I loved. It seemed to give me strength again, I was feeling a little bit better. Kamari also
enjoyed the intimate connection, but we were still scared to death. Kamari started to moan slightly,
and her soft pussy became wet and responsive.
“That is boring what are you doing there. You act like some turtledoves in love. I want some real
action!” she demanded. “Okay stooge, I will replace your handcuffs with your dog collar, but that bitch
in heat stays as she is.”
She removed my handcuffs and put on the neck collar with the leach. “Now there are no more excuses,
start fucking her good.” I did as she commanded since I felt sorry for Kamari and wanted to get her
out of this terrible situation. My erection got stronger, and I got onto my knees, grabbed her thighs,
and started to rumble.
“Make it faster you lazy dog, I want to see some action. Yes, I see, now my dog is in heat, that is better”
she applauded and consumed more wine. Kamari was also somehow able to comply. Now Queenie
used her whip and lashed me while I was fucking her doggy style. “Yes, fuck her harder, I will whip you
until I have seen enough and don’t dare you to come. If you come early, I will force-feed you both with
my poop!” That was a stern warning, and I knew she could do it. I hated her terrible disgusting smell.
“Okay, that was good for part one of the show. You can relax a bit,” she said after about ten minutes.
“Now put your face into that fat ugly wobbling ass of your ‘Nyatsi’ (African word for parallel sexual
partners). Lick it good and fast the way you have to do it to me every night. Start now, and don’t waste
any time. I want to take some pictures for my memory album.”
She took her cell phone and started filming. “If you have any nonsense in your mind, don’t even think
about it, I will put the film on social media”. She took her whip again and lashed us both, she was
getting into a furious frenzy.
“Now you cheap bitch start pissing on your stupid man, I am sure he likes your smelly liquids more
than my royal champaign. Do you know that you smell bad? Your smell like a dirty wet dog.
Disgusting!. How can someone find that exciting? Start pissing into his mouth. The show must go on!”
She did give me her yellow juice and this one was not disgusting. For me, it was like Red Bull.
“Okay enough, stop. I don’t want to see that man drowning. Now shit in his mouth!” Queenie
commanded.
“I can’t, I have already been to the toilet this morning,” Kamari replied.
“I don’t want to hear these whimpering, I want to hear a confident ‘Yes Madam’. Shall I help you to
poop on that bastard?” She took an enema syringe from the bag and filled it with red wine.
“Here you go my stupid stooge; squeeze it into her ass and when you have finished, I will give you a
second one. Never complain again that I let you die of thirst”.
I took the syringe and squeezed the red wine into her ass twice. It was nearly a complete bottle of
Merlot wine.
“All right I think that will do the trick. Put your face into her smelly ugly ass and show me how you
enjoy the treat. I will take photos and record this Kodak moment. It will become an Internet hit”.
I knew it, the drunker she got, the weirder became her fantasies and actions. I did again as she
ordered and tickled her ass with my tongue. After a few seconds, the first fountain of red wine shot
out of her anus. It was an extra dry Merlot with some small lumps, it was drinkable. The next gush
contained bigger lumps; it was still drinkable. During the third gush, the taste of the Merlot was not
the dominant taste anymore but since I loved this woman it was not difficult to consume the cocktail.
After the fourth gush my mission was accomplished, and I even felt the relaxing effect of the alcohol
from the bottle of dry Merlot wine.
“I have it all on camera; Werner you are a dirty dog and it looks to me like you even enjoyed it. Buahhh
disgusting. Look at her and look at me. What you have is an ugly fat rural bitch, but you could have
had an attractive, educated lady of royal descent like me. One always gets what one deserves,” she
continued accusing me and praising herself.
I could realize her voice was babbling more and more from the wine. “I am getting bored I need some
more action. Where is my wine?” She got herself a refill and poured it down like water.
Suddenly she just collapsed. She was stone drunk. Now all three of us were incapacitated. Kamari was
handcuffed, I was still on the leash and Queenie was snoring.
“That is our chance”, I whispered to Kamari, “try to crawl to the bedroom. On the bedside table should
be the remote control to release the collar. Try to get it quick.”
She found it as well as the key for the handcuffs and we managed to free ourselves. “Now what next?”
Kamari asked, “first we have to handcuff Queenie, get her cell phone, and get dressed,” I decided
quick.
We worked together fast like a well-coordinated team. I got the cell phone and found the recordings.
“Make sure you erase all the pictures from the phone before we destroy it” Kamari pleaded. “I will do
that, but before I will send a copy of the recordings to my phone. Perhaps we can use it somehow
later.”
After a few minutes, we were dressed up and sat at the table. “I have a feeling Queenie was not doing
this job alone. She must have support from an evil Sangoma or other bad people wanting to hurt us.
Looking at all the herbs she is using here, and in the bedroom, I even saw a small container with
crushed herbs inside. I know this smell; it was once in my shop.” Kamari explained, “we have to try to
beat her with her own weapons. We will take her herbs, mix them, and force her to eat them; let’s
start!”
I went to the kitchen to collect the necessary utensils and also found the sleeping tablets she crushed
to serve in our tea. “I will give her the sleeping tablets and you work with the herbs. How will you
administer the herbs to her while she is drunk and asleep like this?” Kamari was thinking for a while
and replied, “we can put the mixture into the enema syringe, I have seen that before in our village, it
might work. Let’s get started”.
I forced the crushed sleeping tablets into her mouth and Kamari administered the herbal mixture with
the enema syringe. “Let us clean up everything and put her back on the armchair. We can remove the
handcuffs and when she wakes up, she will have a mental blackout. I will also put the phone next to
her”.
We did the job quickly together and when we left the house it was already dark outside. “Ohh god
what am I going to tell my husband when I come home so late?” She asked with a worrying tone.
“Tell him you have been attacked by thugs and you have been unconscious for some time and now
you can’t remember anything. I will drive you to your village. Here is my phone number and you
contact me when you are prepared to talk to me,” that was our plan for now.
**A New Day**
Afterward, I was driving home and saw Queenie fast asleep snoring on the chair. I went to the
bedroom and looked at the videos she was recording. They were disgusting. I made a recording of
Queenies’ sound only and sent the voice recording to her phone. The Videos I stored in the cloud and
tried to find some rest.
At six in the morning, I woke up and got ready for work. Queenie was still sleeping in the chair
drooling from her mouth but still breathing. I did not pity that wrecked woman. I somehow felt like a
free man again and started my daily routine on the farm.
At lunchtime, Kamari called me and asked if we could talk shortly in the afternoon. We agreed upon a
time and place to meet. I was anxious to know what happened at her home last night.
She was waiting for me at the agreed place and got into my car. We drove quickly to a secluded
location, where she fell straight away into my arms and kept me very tight. “I am very scared of what
happened yesterday. I am still trembling and couldn’t sleep at night. My husband came home drunk
late at night, and he demanded sex. He was just too drunk and talked stupid unimportant things. I let
him do his job and imagined it was you fucking me. After he was done, he fell asleep instantly and I
had some time to think,” Kamari reported in a trembling voice still holding tight onto me.
“We are in a very dangerous situation,” she stumbled, “She was giving you very bad Muthi and, only by
luck we got somehow away for now. You must also see a Sangoma with very strong Muthi and
experience to cleanse you from the Muthi she gave you. You know I have got a friend knowing a very
good Sangoma in a village about two hours away from here. She already talked to her, and the
Sangoma is prepared to help you. You can go there already tomorrow. Please go there, I beg you,”
Kamari pleaded.
“I shall see an African Sangoma?! I thought they can only help African people. I am pure white,” I tried
to argue.
“But you are living here with us, and our ancestors can also connect to you, I was told. Please go there.
The medicines don’t taste nice at all, and the treatment methods can also be quite strange and painful
at times, but I trust it will also work for you and us,” she tried to persuade me to go there tomorrow.
“Okay, last night we promised unconditional trust for each other to get out of this wicked situation. I
will go there tomorrow.
By the way, Queenie was still fast asleep when I left this morning. I bet she will have a terrible
hangover right now,” I replied with a grin on my face.
“I bet she has,” Kamari replied also grinning, “all that wine, the sleeping powder, and the herbs we
administered to her will have tamed her bad spirits for a few days, but we have to be vigilant. We must
fight the evil spirits and we must win, otherwise, we are doomed. These kinds of fights produce only
winners or losers, no draws,” she manifested.
We now drove back to our respective homes and when I entered my house, I found Queenie looking
like a scarecrow. She just looked at me with spiteful eyes, still unable to talk properly. “I have to go for
a short business trip tomorrow morning, so you have time to recover from your ‘Babalas’ (Afrikaans
word for hangover). I will sleep in the office tonight; I must prepare some paperwork for my meeting
tomorrow, good night,” I told her and left the house.
**Sangoma Meal**
On the way home from my meeting with the Sangoma, I decided to buy a small CCTV camera for our
Livingroom. I found a modern wireless camera and the salesperson showed me how to connect it to
my cell phone for recording.
Two days later when Queenie was gone for a social meeting, I conceal the CCTV camera in the
bookshelf. In the kitchen, I prepared some meatballs according to the instructions of the Sangoma
and stored them inside the fridge. Now I just had to wait, hoping she will eat them. She didn’t trust my
cooking anymore and I knew that she likes the meatballs prepared by the maid.
On Saturdays, I like to go to Bloemfontein with friends to watch a ball game. Rugby is the main sport
within the region I am living, and the Cheetahs are our team. It was a long time ago when I last joined
the guys for a match, but since I had freed myself of the mental and physical shackles from Queenie, I
could return to my normal routines.
Already on the way to the match, I saw on my phone that Queenie had invited two friends over and I
started to press the record button. The weekend had a promising start and I hoped everything will go
according to plan. The Cheetahs had a good day and beat the Pretoria Bulls in an exciting match.
Back home in the evening, I went straight to my office to watch the recording. This one turned out to
be an even more eventful match. The three ladies sat together drinking wine and gossiping badly
about their men. The first woman, I think it’s Queenies best friend bragged how she had her man
under complete control.
“The Muthi I got from our Sangoma is working perfectly for me. That stupid fool, who calls himself my
husband, is completely under my control. I must just snap my fingers and he is at my service. He is
getting the punishment he deserves. I have cut his wings; he is no more able to see his Nyatsi. His
manhood is gone, he can’t get it up anymore.
I have employed a new gardener, a young, handsome strong man. He comes very early to work and
when I wake up at about ten o’clock in the morning everything looks nice and tidy outside. As a
reward, I occasionally ask him inside, and we have breakfast together. He is a polite strong man with
good manners and a well-equipped toolbox.
Yesterday I promised him a small financial booster since he wants to go with his friends to support the
Bloemfontein Celtic soccer team. He knows that nothing is for Mahala (free of charge) from me. He
always delivers when I ask him; he did me very well in the morning. When I open the zip of his overall
his screwdriver jumps out and points straight towards me. I am sure his cock likes me much more than his stupid wife.
He stands in front of me like a statue and I can see how his cock is throbbing in anticipation to start to
work for me. After about five minutes I have mercy with him and show him my garden where he shall
plow. Yesterday I gave him exact procedural instructions.
Start placing me onto the dining table and let your spade dig deep until you find my g-spot. Work hard
until my garden is nicely watered. Then you lift me with your strong hands and start rocking me while I
cling myself to you.
He is a very strong man able to rock me standing until I squirt.
When you are done with the second round, you must check my backyard. There is a lot of work to do
today since you have neglected this yard recently. I want you to create a good space inside and clear it
of the spider webs which came up last week.
This is the job he likes most, he does it so thoroughly and energetic that I can only let him do it once a
week. His spade is so strong and big, and he digs so deep before he inserts his manure. The raking of
my backyard is just his once-a-week duty,” she brags and praises about the power she has over these
two men.
“I promise you the Muthi from our Sangoma works perfectly for me. How about you Ntabi? How does
it work for you?” She wanted to know.
“Hey, our Muthi doesn’t work so nice for me. My husband still sees his Nyatsi and he is difficult to
handle. I don’t know what I am doing wrong. I follow all the instructions I got from our Sangoma, but
until now it is all in vain.
I even helped Queenie, to place the Muthi inside the store where Kamari works; but she still seems to
be okay. I want to see our Sangoma again next week to find out what I am doing wrong. How about
you Queenie? Are you still so happy with the success of your Muthi from our Sangoma?” Ntabi asked.
“I am also encountering some problems now. I will tell you just now. Do you like more drinks? I will go
to the kitchen and look for some replenishments. Just wait a few minutes and I will tell you what
happened….
We are lucky, I got another bottle of Pinotage and even found some meatballs in the fridge. Help
yourself….
You remember last Sunday after church I was inviting that bitch Kamari over for tea and wanted to
teach Werner and her a big lesson. You were right; these two have an affair. I played a very nice game
with them and enjoyed every minute of it until I suddenly passed out. They must have put something
into my drink, these bastards. When I woke up the next morning I had an audio recording from last
night on my cell phone. These devious crooks must have made a recording and now they try to
blackmail me with that. I will also consult our Sangoma next week,” Queenie replied.
“The meatballs are kind of nice”, Ntabi recommended, “do you use chutney? They have this distinct
bittersweet oriental taste.”
I don’t know, I think the maid has prepared them for me, she does that sometimes. I just saw them in
the fridge and brought them over for us.
Why don’t we go to our Sangoma together and find out what we should do to force our luck? He
always got some brilliant ideas. I suggest we see him right away on Monday. What do you think
Ntabi?” Queenie suggested……
…..to be continued in Part 3
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