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Ever heard of The Ebony Witch? Don’t worry; you’ll be well familiar with her today. Now step right into our museum and learn.
You were astounded by the impressive exhibitions in the Museum. Each artwork looked to be full of vitality. The energy of locked, subservient denial. Then you reach the end of the corridor in the museum's west wing. The museum's label stated: "Wax sculpture of the last known ebony witch. Origin: West Africa, with roots in the West Indies. She was last seen alive in New Orleans' French Quarter in the mid-nineteenth century.
Ebony Witch's remains were never found.
You continued reading, enthralled by the narrative of the chastity witches. She was peripatetic, so no one knew her true age or where she was. She mastered the skills of ebony femdom trance and captivated white men with her sexual ability. And that was her trap. Any male who fell in love with the ebony witch was imprisoned in a cock cage and enslaved deep within the dungeons.
The Ebony Witch disappears.
The ebony witch vanished in the 1900s, leaving only pictures of her and Ebony Femdom on phone sex blogs. The sculpture is housed in glass. She is like something out of an Indiana Jones movie. Flowing jet-black hair that dropped to her waist, a necklace made of animal teeth, and a strange-looking amulet hanging just above her cleavage. A leopard-skin skirt draped from her hips was tied with leather strings. She was barefoot, with body paint and odd tattoos on her body.
Her likeness was recreated from old portraits.
As you stared at the sculpture, which was so lifelike it was eerie, you began to feel an ache in your crotch. You're aroused by her and can't stop staring. Shaking your head to get out of it, you looked at your watch and realized it was nearly midnight and the museum had closed. How did so much time pass without you noticing? As you race to the museum entrance, you discover that the doors have been closed and that all of the big overhead lights have been dimmed. Wandering to the opposite end of the hall, you look for another sign of life, hoping to spot a security officer or the curator of the Museum, but there is no one.
The museum's eerie quiet was unsettling.
"What are you doing here after hours?" You jumped and spun around to see a woman standing behind you, looking at you curiously.
"Didn't you hear the announcement saying the museum was closing four hours ago?" she blurted out.
Staring at her in disbelief, I understood a question had been posed. "Uh, I don't know; I guess I lost track of time." It took a moment. The woman's mocha-colored skin and dark hair resembled the sculpture of the ebony witch. She wore a flowery print romper with a blue background and basic lace-up sandals. There were no teeth around her neck or weird tattoos, but her face remained unchanged.
Stammering, you dare to ask the question on your mind: "I'm sorry, but you resemble the ebony witch sculpture. Are you related?”
She giggled and shook her head. "I had never heard of her before starting here, and you aren't the only person to ask me that. Despite her likeness, she is not one of my family members. She paused, eyeing you up and down. "Are you hungry?"
A Talk With the Ebony Witch
You followed her upstairs to her office and sat on the opposite side of her desk while she prepared something to eat.
"I hope microwave cuisine is alright," she told me.
You felt a peculiar stirring in your pants, looked up, and saw her leaning over to fetch something from the small fridge on the floor. You spent hours talking after you finished eating. Your new buddy informed you that her job let her visit the museum after hours and that you were not the only straggler to become lost in the Museum after hours. Hours of conversation quickly turned to seduction.
"When's the last time you had sex?"
Startled, you gazed up at her. When had she moved?
Something didn't feel right
"Do you want to fuck me?"
This time, you are certain about what you heard. You stood up and were about to question what was going on when she moved in closer, pinned you to the desk, and kissed you passionately. Several items of clothing later, you're lying on your back, entranced by her jiggling, bouncing breasts as she sits astride you, riding you to climax. Something didn't feel right, but you could only focus on her and your developing erection.
This time, you are certain about what you heard. You stood up and were about to question what was going on when she moved in closer, pinned you to the desk, and kissed you passionately. Several items of clothing later, you're lying on your back, entranced by her jiggling, bouncing breasts as she sits astride you, riding you to climax.
And the fact that she knew yours yet you hadn't told her your name.
"Hey," you said after she had collapsed on top of you and rolled off to the side. "How did you know my name, and what is your name?"
There was a long pause before she responded, her dark hair swept to one side. "I know everything about everyone who comes into this museum." It's my job to know, and that's why I chose you."
"What?" you inquired, perplexed.
She draped one leg over your nude body and pressed her breasts against you. "Sleep now."
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