Story Excerpt

Drugged By The Witch Doctor, by Jezebel Rose

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In the college volleyball scene, Madison Graham was the girl to keep an eye on. She was a rising star playing for years, honing her skills and using her superior height to get an advantage over her competition. She was six feet tall and had short, black hair. Her athletic frame highlighted her assets. Her big tits and ass drew many pairs of eyes during her matches.

The college league final was coming soon, and she practiced all the time. Her strict schedule consisted of going to class, practicing, and then returning home to eat and cook the next meal, shower, and sleep. She was like a machine, and more than a few recruiters had her in their sights. They offered her a position in various professional teams when her team won the finals, which was expected to happen.

The big day came, and the court was packed to the brim. She had the home advantage, and being surrounded by her friends and classmates always gave her a boost.

It was in the middle of the match when she bumped with another teammate in the air, and she landed on her leg quite badly. She screamed in pain, and they quickly stopped the match. The paramedic called an ambulance because her leg was broken. She was taken to the hospital, where they gave her something for the pain, and she fell asleep.

Her mom was there, sitting with her when she woke up from her nap.

“Hey, baby, how are you feeling?” her mom asked.

“Like shit, to be honest.”

“Yeah, that’s normal. Let me call the doctor.”

Madison’s mom left the room and came back with a doctor. He picked her file up and analyzed her x-rays.

“Don’t sugar-coat it, doc. How bad is it? How soon can I go back to the court?”

The man looked at her in the eye with a severe face.

“It’s a tricky compound fracture. Your bones were already fragile, we’ll run some tests, but it was probably a genetic disposition. It’s unlikely that you’ll be able to do sports again.”

The truth hit Madison like a ton of bricks. She wanted to cry, but no tears came out.

“I’m sorry. I’ll come to check on you in an hour or so,” said the doctor and left her room.

Her mom sat with her in silence, holding her hand. She knew how devastating that was for her daughter, with how hard she practiced, how much she enjoyed being part of the team, and how important the sport was for her.

Madison sobbed quietly with her mom. She wiped her tears away when a different doctor came into her room. They hadn’t seen that doctor at the hospital before.

“Good afternoon, I’m doctor Paul. I have a physical therapy clinic downtown, and I heard about your accident. Do you mind if I take a look?”

“Go ahead,” said Madison. Her mom went to grab a water bottle from the vending machine.

Doctor Paul checked her file and her x-rays, but his face wasn’t as pessimistic as her doctor. He touched her thigh over her cast and her other leg as well. His touch got her in the mood, and she started to sweat, worried that he’d notice that she was getting turned on. He finished examining her shortly after, thankfully.

“Mhm. I see; it’s tricky but doable.”

“Doable? Do you think I can recover?”

“Oh, yes. You can play again in a couple of months.”

“No fucking way! When do we start?”

Paul chuckled.

“Take it easy, Madison. They should release you tomorrow; you can come to see me the very same day. Here’s my card.”

The doctor gave her a business card with his information. He left the room, and her mom came back with the water bottles.

“Mom! He said that he could fix me. Let’s go see him tomorrow when we’re out of here.”

“Baby, I hope he does, but let’s see what happens, okay?”

Her mom was trying to let her down gently because it was unlikely that a physical therapy doctor would be able to fix her when her doctor was so confident in his diagnosis. They released her the next day, and she asked her mom to drive her to the clinic. It was close to home, so she only had to call her when the appointment was over so she could pick her up.

She entered the clinic and knocked on his office’s door. Paul looked up and greeted her.

“It’s nice to see you again, Madison. How are you feeling?”

“Like shit, doc.”

Paul loved the girl’s honesty and candor.

“Lie down here, please.”

Madison did as instructed, being careful with her cast.

“I was serious when I said that I could cure you and make the fracture disappear, but I need to tell you that I don’t follow standard methods for that.”

“What do you mean?”

“During my trips, I met a witch doctor from a tribe. He taught me everything that he knew, and I became like him. I have my clinic, yes, but I can also make use of those methods to get results that I wouldn’t get otherwise.”

“Bullshit. Are you pulling my leg?”

“I assure you that I’m not.”

Madison stayed silent for a moment.

“Okay. Please help me. I’ll do whatever you need me to do, and I’ll follow whatever method you need to use.”

“Wonderful. It’s simpler than you’d think, but it was some side effects.”

“Understood. Do it; I don’t care about the side effects.”

Paul nodded and went through a door in the back of his office. He emerged back from it with a steamy cup in his hand.

“Drink this tea while it’s hot. It will taste bitter, but try to get it down in one go.”

“Okay.”

He handed her the cup, and she blew on it to avoid burning her tongue before gulping it all down.

“Done.”

“Great. Lie back down.”

The doctor pulled some candles from behind his desk and lit them on before turning off the lights. He burned some kind of incense that smelled good.

“You weren’t kidding, eh?”

“I was dead serious. This was all learned during my travels.”

“As long as it works, I don’t mind.”

He retrieved a branch from behind his desk and shook it over her head and leg. He muttered some things along the way that she couldn’t understand as they were in another language.

There was a funny feeling building up inside of her that she couldn’t identify right away. There was a tingle running down her spine and to her limbs. She recognized it after a couple of minutes; she was getting turned on. The doctor was attractive, but this sudden change in her mood was due to something in particular. Maybe it was one of the side effects that he mentioned.

The feeling became unbearable as time passed. The doctor kept shaking his branch and chanting something, and time seemed to stretch into infinity.

“All done,” said the doctor. “You should be healed.”

“What? Are you serious? That was so fast.”

“Well, the healing involves calling for the elder gods to help us, but I learned to do it safely.”

“What’s next?”

“I’ll take off your cast.”

He went to the other room to retrieve his tools to discard the cast. It was insane to her that it was already done; she just got it the day before. Paul cut through it and removed it, putting the pieces on his desk.

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