A.N.: Well Hello dear dolls ! Here we go with a brand new fic. Fresh energy for summer, fresh fics and fresh chapters with fresh ideas are coming ! Who's excited except me ? :D tell me in reviews how you liked this fic, and be sure, this is not the end. Mainly enjoy, and tell me in reviews also if there is any other fic you wanna see updated ! I'm up to it ! I'll have plenty of time this summer, becuase seems like all the deities connected to not allow me have any summer job, so here we go :333 please enjoy, with love your ZiZi hugs and ZiZi kisses xoxo

One, two, three

Look what you're doing to me with your voodoo...

I'm caught in a trance when you're dancing, baby, the way you do...

Those devilish eyes, girl, they blow my mind,

And you're pouring me a glass of your blood-red wine

There's no use trying to resist your wicked ways

Hey...

Girl, your body's moving like a snake...

-With that voodoo

No matter where I go, I can't escape...

-From your voodoo

Every night you're keeping me awake...

-With that voodoo

I guess I can't refuse anything that you do with your voodoo...

- Street Corner Symphony - Voodoo

Short brunette was looking down at blonde, dressed in black, drinking alcohol in front of her very eyes, when she took a breath and started looking around herself while speaking ,,I don't know if this is a school…or a rehab facility or what it is, but two of your girls invaded my property. One of them was dressed so scandalously-'' brunette swallowed, trying to get the picture of young, blonde, vulgar girl out of her mind ,,-I'm-I'm worried about the long term affect it might have on Luke.''

When brunette finished her speech, blonde only smirked, as she heard the Christian mentioning the name of her son, who was probably the same age as Madison, about who brunette was probably talking.

Blonde narrowed on her chair and grinned, looking straight into Christian's eyes ,,You know I never understood you Bible-thumpers, and your hypocrisy towards sex.''

When blonde mentioned such word, brunette had to swallow again, trying to not let blonde to distract her from the reason why she visited this poor house.

But blonde bravely continued, as she grinned and reached for her glass again ,,I know, behind closed doors, you are the biggest perverts of all.''

,,Your student threw a knife at me-'' brunette wanted to get back to their previous topic.

,,-Oh no, don't digress from the topic dear Joanie,'' blonde suddenly stood up with soft laugher of hers, as she supported her body by hand on the table, other hand on her hip and her eyes pierced brunette almost violently. ,,Don't tell me, you don't have any kink you're keeping in secret…perhaps even from your husband-''

,,-I don't….have anything like that,'' Joan tried to calm down, as her pepper blood boiled within her. ,,My husband died year and half ago, so please don't talk about him or about my marriage. And try to keep your girls away from my property, because next time they appear in my house, I will call police. And I will press charges. Assault with a deadly weapon-because the knife missed my head by three inches. And arson.''

,,Wait-wait-wait, slow down Holly-roller. Arson ?'' Fiona cracked her brow, crossing hands on her chest.

,,Yes. The trashy one lit my curtains on fire. I don't know how she did it, but she didit,'' Joan let out harshly, now almost in rage, looking tall blonde into the face.

,,Alright, I will take care of my girls then, but I shall visit, right ?'' Fiona grinned way more, when Joan went confused.

,,I don't wish anybody from here to "stop by"-''

,,-Oh stop being so square. You don't drink, you probably, definitely don't swear, you're closed, and you're careful about your family-or at least your son….tell me Joan…'' Fiona almost whispered.

Brunette gave her not understanding look ,,Tell you…what ?''

,,I can feel there's something bothering you. And it's not just about my girls showing their sexy bodies in front of your son. No-this-is about you….about your most personal side….sensitive…you've lost something, and it wasn't just husband, but because of that you closed into yourself, and you feel….frustrated…am I right ?'' Fiona smiled, when she circled brunette like a teasing vulture, until stepping in front of her again and looking in those chocolate brown eyes, waiting for any possible answer as Joan's lips softly parted in near shock.

,,I have no idea, what you're talking about,'' Joan refused to admit anything to herself, let alone to somebody else, especially to this blonde irritating woman.

,,Oh you know too well, what I am talking about Joan. You miss something, I can feel it from you, it's literally radiating from your body, and your mind. Deep there, within your darkest fantasies…tell me Joanie…how long it is since you touched yourself last time ?'' Fiona continued in her cruel questioning and deduction.

,,I see no reason why should I tell you that-'' Joan nearly choked on her sentence, when Fiona sighed triumphantly.

,,-Aaah, so you do touch yourself,'' blonde grinned wickedly at humble Christian in front of her, who was now completely helpless.

,,I haven't said such a thing ! I-I-I….don't talk as such in front of me ever again, don't let your girls invade my house, and stay away from my family. In Jesus name !'' Joan harshly let out, turning on her heel and swiftly leaving the living room, when Fiona just behind her uttered to let brunette hear it on her way out of Academy.

,,Be sure, we're not done yet Joanie,'' and as blonde heard the door clack closed, she grinned for herself.

She slowly sat down in her chair, reaching lazily for the rest of her drink, she slowly sipped, thinking. Well it certainly looks like Madison started to show off her paws. And then there is that neighbor. That sexually engaging brunette, who was so lost after listening to Fiona's words. And Fiona knew too well, what was so frustrating Joan. She wanted to have the brunette the moment she laid eyes on her, but she was unreachable. Humble Christian, probably never even thought of something like having intercourse with other woman, but Fiona can change it.

Though she will never go willingly. How to convince prude Christian. Lady. Careful mother. And sexually pious, frustrated woman ?

But then answer walked right around her on the corridor.

,,Queenie ?'' Fiona watched the black young girl passing by, as girl stopped and looked at her inquiringly.

Fiona's idea bubbled up in her head, until it was crystal clear, then she grinned at Queenie, and waved at her with her finger ,,Come here. Let's have a little chat…''

Late at night, the very same day, Fiona walked in her best black, lacy negligee into her bed. Covering herself in sheets, she smiled for herself, as her balcony window was exactly the direction, where Christian's bedroom window was. Fiona left her balcony window open, and as she shifted in bed, she completely relaxed her body with her closing eyes. And then she started chanting in latin freely, thinking of the brunette from next door.

Her head spun within seconds, and she felt heat rushing to her cheeks. Her body obediently relaxed, started suddenly shifting by its own accord in bed, as Fiona continued spelling. Only when she lied on her back and literally stiffened for two seconds, her hands landed on her stomach, clasping together, as Fiona let out deep breath.

Fiona smiled, as behind her closed eyes she just invaded probably Joan's dream. It looked like a middle of argument between her and her husband. They were both in rage, and Fiona felt sudden ache in her lower abdomen. The daft Christian was in stress. That wasn't the best atmosphere Fiona wanted. She saw brunette yelling at the man, and man was yelling back, walking across the room back and forth while Joan stood on her shaking knees by bed. The dream was crystal clear, probably it was one of the memories on Joan's husband, and it was so deep, it kept haunting Christian even after her husband's death.

And Fiona felt her knees growing weak, she can't allow to that brunette to ruin her plan like this if she'll feel sick, she'll make Fiona sick as well.

Fortunately, Fiona exactly knew, how to fix it, as a wide grin spread on her features.

,,Do you understand how it hurts me, Denis ?!'' Joan yelled across the bedroom, as her husband all of a sudden stopped pacing in front of her.

He looked in her eyes and breathed out his anger ,,It hurts me as much as it hurts you !''

,,Then why did you do that ?'' Joan screamed, tears streaming from her eyes as she faced her husband, her chocolate orbs full of pain. ,,I made all your wishes come true. Anything you ever wanted, anything you ever told me you craved. Kinks. Car. House. Career. Son. I gave you everything. I gave you my life, and my body, then why did you have to search elsewhere ?!''

,,I DON'T KNOW JOAN !'' Denis yelled at the top of his lungs as he approached now scared brunette, who was at the edge of fit.

,,I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE !'' Joan cried through a scream, her eyes shut violently closed, her fists clutched along her hips, and her stomach ached sharply like if somebody just kicked her in it. But then she gasped from shock all of sudden, as Denis' hands caressed along her arms, and her husband shut her mouth with deep passionate kiss.

His hands moved to untangle her fingers from its formed fists, gently bringing them up, when he broke the kiss he smiled at Joan, and she repaid the smile, as if she never was mad at him at all, before he crushed into another kiss, hugging her waist to draw her body close to his own.

And as he started kissing her fervently, she couldn't deny a soft moan into his mouth, when he fell on their bed with Joan in his arms, and laid atop her, kissing her avidly, just as she kept kissing fully back.

This was really odd. Joan's nightmare kept repeating every single month from Denis' death, and last half year even almost weekly, but it never slipped into this. Somewhere deep in her subconscious she knew that, but she couldn't do practically anything because she was asleep.

She lied on her right side slowly, swallowing with closed lips, she slowly trailed her hand over her stomach.

Her palm landed on the cotton fabric of her nightgown, and her fingers softly twitched, before she caressed her stomach through the fabric. Glazing her tummy gently, like she felt it in the dream, she unawares bit her lip, stifling the slight moan that bubbled up from her core.

And then her hand trailed upward, as she rolled on her back again, and her fingertips brushing over the swells of her covered breasts, when she reached the upper hem of her nightgown, her fingers started working on the buttons of her cleavage, without Joan perceiving at all.

Two fingers popping button after button very deftly, while Joan soundly slept, emphasizing with her nightmare which turned into dream.

The last button popped open, and then her fingertips touched that hot skin underneath the fabric, Joan let out another low moan, her head fell to one side in her soft pillow. Her fingers parted the fabric, revealing Joan's skin of her well shaped swells of her two beautiful breasts. Her right hand immediately trailed to her left breast, cupping it at first, before gently stroking with her fingers all around. Joan breathed out another mewl, before her hand kneaded her left breast and her eyes blinked open.

,,Whh…w…'' she tried to focus on the darkness inside her room, but when she adjusted on the moonlight coming from her window, she spotted her nightgown opened, and her own hand working her plump breast.

She immediately wanted to stop, but her hands like they didn't want to obey, the right kept kneading, while the left caressed her side and her hip.

Joan tried to shake with her head, but even then her hands wouldn't stop.

Dear Lord ! What's wrong with me ?!

Joan bit her lip at the good feel of her own hands, but then she swiftly scolded herself for touching her body like that. But what was eating her more was, why she couldn't stop. Until it flashed her mind…

I'm possessed by demon ! That trashy woman send devil against me, and now I can't control my body ! God what do I do ?!

Hi Joanie…

Voice whispered in her head.

Devil !

Not devil you silly…but you're not so far from the truth….remember how you visited me in Academy, how I said, we're not done yet ?

Fiona ?

Good girl !

Voice praised brunette, as her body kept succumbing to pleasant caresses of her hands, on her right breast now, and her other side.

Why I can't move my han-

-Shh, don't interrupt, and take what I'm offering to you…now I can say, you're literally in good hands…

I don't want it ! Stop !

I don't think so…it feels so nice, doesn't it ?

Joan gasped softly as her both palms landed on her chest, and squeezed both her breasts at once with such gentleness it was overwhelming sensation.

,,Mhhh,'' Joan let out low breath from excitement, immediately scolding herself in her mind again, but she received only loud chuckle in response.

Don't try to deny it. You like it, and you want more…you missed to receive pleasure, and it was too long ago, when you or anybody else satisfied you sexually….so don't pretend now, you don't want it, when I feel you need it….

Joan gasped, her eyes fluttering at the moment her fingers tweaked both her nipples at the same time, tugging them softly up to her delight.

,,I-hh-I don't wa-want it,'' Joan stuttered with half strangled voice, as she couldn't do both at the same time. Speak and pleasure herself. She wasn't able to focus on both.

Convince me…

,,I…I g-gave my bo-ohhh-dy t-hh…to…Jesus Christ, af-h-after my husband d-died,'' Joan groaned, nipping and pinching at her both rosy plump nipples, which already both hardened due the teasing touch. She could feel heat surging between her thighs, and she hated herself for succumbing to such natural functions of her body.

That's not much convincing…why don't you want to enjoy the pleasure, even without your husband ? And don't say, it's devil's work, because that's bullshit I don't accept as a reason.

,,Oh God !'' gasping for air once more, her eyes closed, as her hands reached beneath her nightgown and from below her breasts, her nails brushed down her body, and wave of strong relish washed over Joan.

So it was Jesus, now it is God. Girl you rock, tell me more….do you like this ?

And Joan only breathed harshly in response when her left hand embraced her left breast, and her right hand slid down, her fingers brushing over her smooth groin.

,,N-hhh….'' Brunette shook her head, squeezing her eyes tightly, she didn't want to succumb, but she was tightly glued to bed with her own body, being controlled by somebody else, who didn't seem to stop anyway.

That's right Joanie…I won't stop until you cum. Until you scream from ecstasy. Until you admit you love it….

,,Why do you do this to me at all ?'' brunette softly cried, when her hands reached her hips, and slowly, ever so carefully pushed down her underwear.

Oh Joanie ! Panties at night ? Really ? Do you feel cold, or you're scared that somebody could rape you in your sleep ? Now you're here all alone…practically…

Joan let out low groan as her lips parted, when her thighs spread open and her index finger torturously slowly circled around her clit.

,,W-why-''

I'm asking here, not you…easy…relax…breathe and feel it….feel yourself. Does it feel good ?

Joan bit her lower lip which trembled when the pad of her finger ran along her leaking slit, and up and down and up and down several times, never intruding though.

,,….Good,'' brunette tossed her head to the side, blushing from what she said, and what she was doing to herself.

I knew it ! Well that's a good girl…so shall we proceed ? Ohhh-you've got such great tits !

Suddenly Joan didn't only gasp, but her body made an arch against the mattress, her toes dug into sheets, and her cheeks reddened ten times more when her own middle finger slipped within her heat, immediately feeling the wetness all around.

And aroused aren't we ? You've got such juicy pussy, Ohh-if I was there I would eat you out. Did Denis used to do that to you ?

Joan blushed and panted heavily burying her face as most into pillow as she could to avoid the answer.

Oh-Joanie ? Cooperate a bit with me…come on…let's play a game, one honest answer, one full orgasm, that sounds good doesn't it ?

,,Ohh-God, make her stop ! Please, please stop,'' Joan whimpered and cried into pillow, as she felt the heat overgrowing between her thighs, she was so close to reaching her climax when her fingers tweaked her nipple deliciously again, it was all too much for her, mainly when she didn't want anything like that.

He's busy now, seems we're here alone…so did Denis used to eat your pussy ?

,,No-he never did, he hated to even think of that, now stop-please !'' Joan cried quietly, her eyes shut tightly, like if she could escape Fiona like this somehow. But she couldn't.

Her finger still keeping its cruel pace, brushing her velvet inner walls in the most exquisite ways of pleasure.

Ahh-good girl ! But you were talking about some kinks, weren't you ? In that dream ? What was it what kept him going ? Tell me your secrets…

No !

Joan screamed in her mind in response, but Fiona only chuckled again.

There's nothing you can lose Joanie, you can only get….and believe me, what you'll get is the best goods you can offer to yourself…after all…it's still just your body…your hands…your fingers that makes you moan.

Joan panted hurriedly to take any breath in her lungs at the last moment, as her fingers nipped her nipple, and her other finger rubbed certain spot, which was so sensitive, Joan couldn't take it anymore, she whimpered through a moan half stifled to pillow, tear rolling down her cheek, as she reached orgasm after quite long time. When she thought about that, after terribly long time. And she was able to have one on her own, she stumbled now, why she never tried it before, but then she remembered, she didn't want any distractions on her way to Almighty.

Oh stop that ! Sex and masturbation are normal healthy things, now you think like real puritan. God allows his children sex, so why to be so pent up ? Relax Joan, you're terribly attractive, and I could bet my ass you would have two hundreds of men, standing in row for you after your husband….most of them even skillful….so why waste your time, youth-until you have it-and energy on Church and believe, waiting for reward, when you can reward yourself right here and right now…

Joan listened very carefully, even though through her own harsh breathing, as she thrust within her heat another finger, softly stretching herself, moaning at the fantastic feel. She thought for a moment about what blonde witch from next door said, but then she bit her lip again, as her fingers brushed deeper, hitting other sensitive spot, that nearly knocked her off if she didn't closed her thighs.

Squeezing her hand between her thighs, she thought she can stop it, but her fingers kept moving, and after few moment even her thighs opened again, by Fiona's force.

You know I always thought, that people who resist pleasure are crazy…but you're not crazy…Joanie you only need to admit it…stop fighting, and give in the feel… So where were we ? What was it, what made Denis the most horny for you ?

Joan blushed again, pulling her head from pillow to finally take a proper breath, when her hand squeezed gently her other breast, and caressed it over and over again, not omitting her wonderful nipple as well.

,,If…if I tell y-you…w-will you stop then ?'' Joan panted, asking in whispers, afraid of being loud from the teasing between her thighs, as her walls started contracting, preparing for another orgasm.

If those answers will be honest…

Fiona swore with tempting chuckle of hers, never stopping pleasurably torturing brunette.

,,Hhh…he l-loved…'' Joan moaned in response to her finger as it rubbed the spot perfectly and her hand kneaded her plump breast.

Yes ?

,,He loved…when I did o-hh-oh God…when I did oral to h-him,'' she let out, her voice shuddering as she kept teasing herself to the abyss of sweet pleasure.

Oh come on…so polite…say it as it is…he loved when you sucked him off…what else ? Did he loved when you were on your hands and knees ? In front of him ? Like an animal ?

Yes !

Joan cried in her mind her approval, feeling so close.

Good girl…did he loved, when he teased you like this ?

Yes ! Ohh-God yes !

Did he loved to watch you squirm underneath him ? To see you so vulnerable…to feel you cumming around his fingers ?

Ohhh-yes…yes-yes-yes…ohh-YES ! YES !

Joan moaned loud, trying to catch her breath as another stronger orgasm washed over her, as the heel of her hand touched her clit, she whimpered, hearing blonde laugh.

That's right…what else ? I know there is something, you and he loved the most….what was it ? Tell me, and I'll let you free…

Fiona promised, as Joan's fingers rubbed almost fiercely now at her velvet inner walls, sensitive after two orgasms.

Joan swallowed thickly, she felt her body trembling from too much pleasure.

He l-loved….ohhhh-Fiona…..

Yes, yes tell me…tell me, and your ordeal is over…

He loved…t-to…see me in pain….God ! G-God ! A-ahhh-almighty !

In pain ? He tortured you ?

Yes !

To the ecstasy-

-Ohhhh-yes !

And you liked it !

,,Y-yes ! Yes ! Oh-fuck-YES ! Fiona-YES !'' Joan now moaned out of control, as she kneaded her breast again, and the back of her hand rubbed violently against her clit, her fingertips brushed over that sensitive, fantastic spot again, she couldn't keep herself from cumming again with her loud moan of pure pleasure, that streamed from her at one long moment.

Was it spanking or something rougher ?

Fiona kept teasing brunette, to prolong her orgasm, listening to loud symphony of whimpers from her. But unfortunately at that very moment, Joan's son invaded the room.

,,Is everything alright mother ? I thought you're talking to somebody, and I heard loud noises,'' Luke nearly rushed inside the bedroom, when Joan gasped, her eyes flashed open to see her son, froze in shock, as he let out ,,Oh-my goodness ! I'm sorry !''

At that moment Joan trembled all over, and stopped, her entire body shaking from too much pleasure, she only wailed, looking at her son.

,,L-Luke-''

,,-I-I-I didn't know,'' Luke stuttered, looking away swiftly, as Joan eased and relaxed, she didn't even noticed she practically stopped.

,,N-no my b-baby…I-I didn't…I…'' Joan swallowed, narrowing on her elbows, quickly reaching for sheets to hide herself. Thin line of sweat rolling down the contour of her face.

Luke stumbled, shaking with his head ,,That's…that's alright, I am so sorry.'' And before she could blink, or realize what just happened, he was gone and doors were closed.

She fell heavily, with the full force of her body back to soft mattress, trying to steady her breath.

When she recuperated from her orgasm, she looked around the room, and on her hands, which limply lied on her uncovered stomach. She felt wetness spreading beneath her, soaking into mattress. Joan blushed, swallowing down her embarrassment, when she calmed down.

Fi-Fiona ?

She asked within her own mind, waiting for any kind of response, but when none was coming back, she shook heavily with her head.

It all was just her stupid dream, and her body functions. She was already losing her mind !

She felt sweaty, and wet, and filthy all at once. Shaking with her head again, she stood up shakily on her feet, looking at bed, clutching her opened cleavage back closed.

Or was it just in her mind ?

She'd better do, if she'll visit that demon woman next day.

But first she'd better have a shower to wash off all of her shame and filth to be clean again. She certainly can't sleep soundly, without remorse after what just happened.

She quickly slipped in bathroom, and spending half hour under warm water to calm down her thoughts and her body, she thought, how was this all possible to happen in her mind, what more to force her to do it to herself in real !

It certainly wasn't her, and she had to stop this insanity. As fast as possible. Tomorrow she'll visit that house again, but this time with no politeness...

Fiona chuckled loud, rolling in her bed, and reaching from between her own thighs, she brought her two fingers in her mouth, sucking them clean, humming at her taste, before she reached with wide smile over to her nightstand.

She pulled from her cigarette holder on ciggie, and with her own mind she lit it, inhaling deeply, before blowing the smoke high above her head at her good work. She could even dare to say great work. Now the Christian was so perfectly worked up, she knew she will appear. Sooner. Or later…