Kayla looked terrible. Her eyes were red and puffy and her usual make-up was totally lacking.
"My God! Kayla what has happened to you?"
"Olivia, I have had one helluva night. I even considered calling you last night, but I thought I would wait until this morning."
"Wait for what?'
"Olivia I know that this will sound really strange, but did anything weird happen to you during that session with Mary yesterday?"
I knew instantly just what she was referring to but I was determined to make her spell out what she thought had happened to her.
"Like what?"
"Like did you suddenly find yourself in that God awful native village?"
I waited for some time before answering her question. Then I said,
"Yes, Kayla something that I can't explain definitely happened to me. I don't understand it, but I thought I would wait and ask Mary about it tonight. You know that she wants to go to La Minette with us tonight, don't you?"
"Sure, but I just couldn't hold it in any longer."
"Hold what in?"
Kayla's expression changed from one of apprehension to one of fright and she waited for quite some time before attempting to answer my question.
"Olivia, I was deathly afraid that my sex addiction was returning!"
"Your what?"
"Look, I'll have to go back to my childhood for you to fully grasp what I am talking about. Didn't I tell you about going to see the Indians? After I passed puberty? I think I did, but I'm not certain."
"Frankly, Kayla, I don't recall you saying anything about that, but you might have and I've forgotten it. What is it about the Indians that would upset you so?"
Again, Kayla paused for a considerable length of time and then she said, "I know that I told you about the family that lived some miles from our place." I nodded for I did recall Kayla telling me that. "Well, what I didn't tell you was that the mother of that family was my mother's sister so she was my Aunt and her children were all my cousins. Since my mother's sister and all of her girls came from the same family stock as I did, they were just as hopped up on sex as I was.
The Indians -particularly the females in the tribes - were just as sharp as that old woman at La Femelle Erotik. They knew from as far back as I can remember that the females in my family were somehow, 'different' than the usual run of females. As a result, they and the braves all treated us in a special way. Having sex with us was considered akin to having sex with the spirits! So, every four months or so, mom, me and the four other females would all make the trip to where the tribe had established their camp. They would always provide us with a special place of our own and we would live there for two weeks. During those two weeks, we would fuck every brave in the tribe and a number of others from adjacent tribes! The result, insofar as I was concerned, was that I became a sex junkie! A sex addict! I had reached a point where I not only wanted sex daily, but I had to have it! During the winter with my dad and my brothers around, it wasn't too bad, but during the summer, when they were all out working, I went through hell. It got so bad that mom had to use her dildo on me practically every day. She even sent away for one of those dildo harnesses so she could fuck me just like a man would. We knew that this couldn't last and that something had to be done about my condition. We tried all kinds of things. Some were pretty drastic and painful. Finally, we came to the conclusion that the only thing for me to do was to go through a period of rehabilitation and we concluded that I would only stand a chance of success if I got away from the ranch. So, I came here to the city and began looking for a job. It was then that I landed the job with you and Ava and, luckily, Bill. He jumped my body almost as soon as I arrived. I was fucking him almost every day and I gradually weaned myself down to once a day, either human or dildo. So, you see, I am deathly afraid that something like last night would destroy everything I have tried to accomplish and put me back on that frenzied trail again. The fact that you admit to experiencing something like what I think I did, eases my mind somewhat and, I'm hoping that I will get my feet back on the ground after talking with Mary."
"Well, I told her that I would pick her up after work and we would go to La Minette together. Why don't you go home with me and we can all go together?"
So it was that Kayla, Mary and I all arrived at La Minette together. Yvette, as was her usual custom met us at the door.
"What's this? Have you brought us a new hostess?"
"Yes", I answered. "Yvette, this is Mary and she wants to try the waters of La Minette, as it were. Both Kayla and I recommend her to you. We both think that she will fit in with all that you ask of us. There is just one thing tonight, however. We would like to have a few minutes to ourselves before any of the, 'good stuff' begins."
Yvette laughed and said, "But, of course. Your special table is waiting for you. Drinks?"
We all ordered a drink and the three of us went to our very own table. Mary had obviously sensed that something was in the wind for she was continuously looking at both of us. Once we were seated, I, by agreement with Kayla began the discussion.
"Mary, both Kayla and I want to know what it was that you did to us last night. There are certain aspects of that ...er...meeting that, frankly, leave us both very unsettled. We would appreciate some sort of an explanation."
For just an instant, Mary looked frightened and then she began to chuckle.
"Look, both of you, I didn't do anything to either of you last night." As we started to object, she held up her hand and said, "Please, let me explain. I'll take you back to the village one more time. I mentioned that Sister Geraldine – that was the name of the nun – well, we became fast friends. In fact, we lived together and did other very unsavory things together as well. It was she who told me most of what I learned about the village, the natives and, of course, the apes -but, we've been through most of that. She introduced me to another person and it was what that person taught me that I used on you last night. Don't get all hot and bothered. I didn't put either of you under some kind of spell, I just used your inbred proclivity for sexual matters to do the work for me. The person I am talking about was a very ancient female and she lived, by herself, deep in the jungle. Geraldine and I took to visiting her on a rather regular basis because each and every visit was an exciting adventure! Here is what she told us and demonstrated for us:
There are two sex centers in the human body and I'm not referring to the two holes in your lower regions. Of these two centers, the brain is by far the strongest sexual organ you possess! If you ever really consider just how you are aroused sexually, you will realize that it is through your brain that the process begins. And, this process consists of two actions. The first is what we all feel in our gut when we realize that some kind of sexual feat is possible. This we call, 'anticipation'. Then, there is the formulation of the mental picture of what might happen to us. This is the imagination piece of the action. To show you how this works, I'll let you in on what I did to the two of you last night. It was exactly what that old crone did for or to me in that jungle home of hers.
All I did last night was to provide you both with the frame and you painted the picture. It goes something like this: I began by telling you about the apes with a particular emphasis upon their human-like sexual practices. Your minds began working on this right away. Dirty, nasty thoughts came to both of you even though they were unbidden. I followed up with rather explicit descriptions of my sexual relations with the natives and certain references to the apes. I knew that you were both actively considering – in your minds – the possibility of fucking the apes. How did I know? I watched you both and it was at this point in my story that you both began massaging your tits. A few more remarks about the sexual freedom exhibited by the natives and my part in all of this, and you both were now stroking your cunts. I knew then that your anticipation had given way to your imagination and I just got out of the way and let your individual imagination run wild. Except for continuing to talk softly to you, all the rest of what happened was due to your own imagination - and your fingers, of course.
This is exactly what the old jungle witch used to do to Geraldine and me. She would set the stage and then allow us to play out our most heinous desires and fantasies. My favorite was an episode involving an elephant! Now, everyone knows that it is physically impossible for a human female to have sex with a full-grown elephant, but, in that jungle hut with that old woman, I fucked some of the biggest elephants you have ever seen. She planted the idea of doing this in my brain just as I planted the idea of sex with the apes in your brains last night. All that was left to be done was to allow your innate desire – and your super-sized sexuality – to take over. If there were any undue actions that pushed you into whatever it was you did – whether or not you actually enjoyed the results of those actions - you might want to consider that you were slightly under the effects of a degree of self-hypnosis!
There is one aspect to this that not even I can explain. I'll use my experience with the elephants to demonstrate what I mean. Fucking an elephant was my favorite fantasy so, on every visit, the old woman would lead me into that, but, the strangest thing about this was what I discovered after I returned to the village. The day after visiting the old woman, my cunt lips would be badly bruised. As though some massive object had been forced through them and into my cunt! At the same time, my guts would feel as if they had all been rearranged! All I can say is that the power of the mind is a strange thing indeed!"
This explanation of how we, Kayla and I, had pushed ourselves into a sex escapade with jungle animals left us both with nothing to say. Fortunately, our waiter arrived with both our dinners and our second round of drinks. My thoughts turned at once to what the night might offer me and I realized at once the factual basis for what Mary had said. My brain was already setting the stage for a night of unknown and unplanned sex with an unknown partner. I could sense the anticipation building in the various reaches of my belly. I almost jumped out of my chair when an unexpected voice spoke to me from a position right at my shoulder.
"Care to dance?"
I turned to look at my first partner of the evening and nearly choked with my surprise. It was old Miss Jensen! I was so astonished that I couldn't bring myself to speak. All I could do was to rise and extend my arms. That old lady's hands went straight inside of my open blouse and took a hold upon my tits! I, in turn, placed my hands upon her tits and we began the La Minette tango! She moved so close to me that there was hardly room for our hands between our bodies. Then she whispered to me,
"I am going to give you the fucking of your life!"
