*Record scraaatch*
Yup.. you’re probably wondering how you got here.
It began after Ms Andi’s trip to Giantess Island and the Portal From Hell. Yeah you actually survived that. Your journey, however is not over just yet. I’m going to warn you right now. This story includes coerced bi, coerced cock sucking, coaxed cum eating, CFNM, humiliation, and a futanari voodoo dickgirl doll (me) with a supernatural appetite for virgin men. Good luck ?
Legend of the Dickgirl Voodoo Doll
There is a legend that if you bury a voodoo doll in the cemetery of Enchantrix Empire Camp Sleepaway, while thinking about your greatest sexual fantasy. She will come alive and make it come true. Be careful what you wish for.
Your cabin mate pats you on the shoulder startling you from your day dream.
“I saw you sneak out last night! You did it didn’t you? You buried the doll!” Your face turns red giving you away before you can think of a reply. “Haha, I knew you were going to do it! Fuck, I’m so jealous.. camp legend or not. If there was even a sliver of truth to that legend, my ass would have been at the cemetery last night too!”
A Gift from Duchess
The doll he was referring to, was a gift from one of the mistresses She had given it to you the day before. A beautiful enchanting doll, she carved by hand for you the “virgin boy.” The doll had an otherworldly quality to it. She had jet black hair and toffee colored skin. Her dark brown eyes stared back you, as if they could see your deepest secrets. It really was an odd gift and really couldn’t do anything to change your virgin status. Still a gift from the Duchess was no small gesture. Thinking that, you begin to feel regretful of leaving the doll buried in the cold ground of the cemetery. You felt silly for even entertaining the idea of a ridiculous camp legend. With that thought, you make the decision to retrieve it tonight while everyone is at the Halloween party.
CFNM Halloween Party
Later that evening, the Enchantrix Halloween party is in full swing. The ladies are dressed to the nines in costumes both sexy and frightening. The men are serving in suits and ties. It was a CFNM party, the only part of you wearing the tie was your cock. Yes, they made you wear a little tuxedo on your dick. It was evidently clear to EVERYONE, why you are still a virgin and more than a few giggles and outright laughter followed in your wake.
A visit to the cemetery
With everyone distracted, you made your way through the woods to the cemetery and quickly found the spot where you buried the doll. Not wanting to be out there any longer than necessary, you waste no time digging in search of her. Digging and digging in the dirt and finding…nothing. Where was it? You were sure that this was the spot. You shiver, feeling very cold all of a sudden and you decide that maybe digging around in the dark for a second time in one week wasn’t a good idea. Coming back tomorrow before leaving camp would be smarter.
You’re not alone
You stand up to leave and let out a yelp when you realize you’re not alone. There is a woman standing in front of you, staring at you with her head tilted to the side, and standing very still. How long had she been there?
“What are you looking for?” she asks. Her husky voice seemed to flow in soft whispers. Small fangs peeked out from her lips as she spoke. Something about her seems both familiar and unsettling at the same time. You don’t remember seeing her anywhere at camp. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and your heartbeat picks up, drowning out everything else.
“Uhh, nothing. Well I mean it was something, but it’s not here, so I’m just going to go” you stammer.
Granting your greatest desire
“I belong to you,” she says, her lips spreading in a predatory smile. “I am here to fulfill your greatest sexual fantasy. Is that not something you want?” Seeing that you’re rendered speechless, she smiles wider this time, her fangs on full display. “Is that not why you buried me here in the cemetery?” Those eyes… the same eyes that belong to… wait.. no. It couldn’t be. It was your voodoo doll… only she was not a doll. Now it’s time to run..
There is no escape
You don’t even see her move. One minute you’re about to run from her and the next minute she’s straddling your face with her knees pinning your arms by your head. In a lightening fast move she pierces your neck with her razor sharp fangs, marking you. When she finally pulls away, she runs her small pink tongue over her fangs as if memorizing your taste, and pulls off her dress revealing a distended cock.The veiny organ was thick was as your forearm and the head was drooling copious amounts of precum. Having to use both hands to handle it, she stroked it, eyeing you hungrily.
The virginity sacrifice
She slapped her meaty dick across your face, clear sticky precum oozing out and running down your cheek. You open your mouth, desperate to convince her that there must be some kind of mistake. A misunderstanding. But she only uses that as an opportunity to shove her obscenely swollen girl cock between your lips. She pulls out and shoves herself back with a groan and begins to use your mouth roughly. The cum in her balls sloshing around as they bounce up and down on your chin before spewing out, coating your throat and your face. She stands up and looks down at you in all of her terrifying glory. Her dick was still hard.
“As I said,” she growls as she pushes your legs over your head so that your ass is exposed and your stiff penis is pointed at your face, “I belong to you, and now you belong to me. I am going to fuck you and grant your greatest desire. When I am done with you, no one will laugh at you for being a virgin. Ever. Again.” And with that she begins to stuff her fat futa cock into your ass, her chilling laughter filling the night.
The next morning
You wake up in your bed to the sounds of your cabin mates packing up to leave camp. It was all a dream? Convincing yourself the disappointment you’re feeling is really relief, you go to swing yourself out bed and find it hard to move. Your body feels sore and well used. You decide to lay back down for a few minutes to get your bearings but when you do, something sharp pokes you. You look down at the bed to see the voodoo doll looking back at you, her serene smile now curved into a smirk with a trace of blood on her lips.
**The artwork in featured in this post is by the artist 3DX character artist @MakaioKealoha on twitter and used with her permission! Check her out!**