Legba The Lecher: Part 4 Tales Of The Loa copyright 2005 by Stormbringer "More coffee, professor?" "No thank you young lady." The flight attendant nodded and quit leaning over the passenger. "May I ask what's so funny? You've been smiling since you got aboard." Legba's grin broadened. "Oh, I just find life so very amusing, my dear." Legba winked at the lovely black flight attendant on Pan African airlines. He had traded in his student's tickets to get himself a first class seat. He leafed through a magazine he had bought before boarding the plane. He laughed out loud when he turned the page. "Oh I say old boy, good show." Other passengers turned to face him for laughing so loudly. Many found his grin infectious and smiled themselves. The magazine showed a black man on a stage grabbing his crotch. Legba found the dress rather silly looking, but the professor's memories told him that the baggy pants and gold jewelry were standard wear for the singers who called themselves "rappers". The rapper was known as SMD which apparently stood for Sizable Mega Dick, but Legba knew better. Legba quickly wrote an A, E, and an I between the letters SMD. SaMeDi it spelled, Baron Samedi. Legba was about to read the article when the lights on the plane flickered. Passengers gasped from nervousness. No one seemed disturbed by the sudden appearance of a large black man standing by the curtain to coach. The man sitting beside Legba suddenly looked ill. He got up and hurried to the bathroom. The giant black man took the recently vacated seat. "Hello father," said Legba. "My son." Lisa looked upon the form his mischievous son had taken. "Isee you are no longer invisible." "Good heavens, pops. I escaped that punishment ages ago." "I did it to teach you a lesson." "I get that a lot. This time my brothers and sisters trapped me in an offering jar." "I'm sure you deserved it." Lisa's voice was softening and he appeared more androgynous. "How odd," said Legba, watching the dark African man's bosom swell. "The metal bird crosses the boundaries between day and night rather quickly, my son." "Yes, of course." The concept of traveling backwards in time a few hours by flying so rapidly was strange to Legba. He wondered if he could call himself back in Africa when the plane landed in America, but the professor's memories told him it was a silly idea. "I wanted to offer you my greetings before you left the motherland son. I cannot travel to the new world." "Good thing then, old boy. Lisa is a girl's name in America." "You always knew how to make me laugh. Kiss me, my son." "Mother!" Legba leaned over and kissed his mother on the cheek. Mawu responded by grabbing her son's cheeks and kissing his forehead. Mawu-Lisa was a dual diety. The male form Lisa ruled the day while at night the aspect was the female Mawu. "I am weak son and must go." "Sorry mother." "I trust that you'll behave yourself in the new world." "Why start now?" "Know that I'll always love you, my son." The lights flickered again and Mawu was gone. The ill man came out of the restroom and returned to the seat next to Legba. Legba put the magazine away and stared down at the dark waters of the Atlantic. The plane had outraced the dawn, but Legba could see well in the dark. He remembered the last time he had crossed the waters below. Something rare occurred as he remembered, the grin left his face. It was not a pleasant memory. ************ 1840- The slave ship. The sweltering heat of the ship's hold made everyone sluggish and lethargic. The hold stunk of urine, feces, sweat, and death. The blacks were crammed as tightly as possible. Towards the aft of the ship a baby cried as it tried to draw milk from a breast that had long since withered and dried. A limp elderly male body was passed towards the hatch and up to the strange white men called Portugese. The white men tossed the body overboard. The baby and the body of it's mother would soon follow. "Do something," hissed the Yoruba. Once a great hunter. He had been captured by a rival tribe and been enslaved for a year until his masters sold him to the white men in one of their giant stone huts along the coast. "I can do nothing," replied the shaman. Also a slave, he had served the tribe of his master by healing the sick and providing good weather for the crops. The shaman could commune with the gods. "I have no magic here." "You have our blood and our hair. We can give you our lives." "Bah! Death magic." "I can give you my urine and my seed. I do not wish to go to the world of the white man. There they eat our flesh and drink from our skulls. They are devils. I would rather die." "Your seed? Yes, your seed. It could work. I'll need fourteen of you. One per day." "You can start with me, holy father." "Cover me with your seed." The Yoruba grabbed the nearest black woman and pulled her head into his crotch. She opened her mouth and teased the flaccid cock with her tongue. The cock responded. The Yoruba was strong and virile despite the conditions aboard the slave ship. His cock was large and rampant. The slaves stared in awe as the woman sucked the hard cock. They could sense the powerful magic in the air. With a grunt, the Yoruba pushed the woman away and aimed his cock at the Shaman. The Yoruba's seed struck the Shaman on the chin and splattered his chest. Weakened, the strong hunter collapsed to the floor. Three hours latter the Shaman opened his eyes as the Yoruba stroked his big cock over him. This time, the seed coated the Shaman's hair and forehead. The holy man made no move to wipe himself clean. By dawn, the Yoruba was groaning in pain as a nearby woman stroked his cock. This time his ejaculate was but a small drop of seed which the woman scooped up with her finger and placed upon the Shaman's outstretched tongue. The Yoruba was dead. The slaves passed him up through the hold. Moments later a loud splash was heard outside the ship. On the seventh day as the seventh hunter died after cumming, the Shaman realized he could understand the language of the white man. They were complaining that so many strong negro bucks had been dying. The Shaman also realized he had an erection. He pointed at a woman then at his cock. The woman looked frightened, but crawled over to the Shaman and took his cock between her lips. At first she seemed scared of it's size, but within moments, contented moans sounded from her throat as she sucked him deeply. After two weeks the Shaman's cock had grown to what Americans would call fourteen inches. It was always hard. Various women sucked him several times a day. His shaft was the only part of the his body not crusted with white sperm from the hunters, for the women kept it clean. The Portuguese started making a commotion up on deck. They seemed agitated. Several climbed down the hold a few minutes latter. They grabbed a half dozen slaves and led them up on deck. The Shaman's keen ears detected six splashes in the water. "They are killing us," he whispered. His words did no good, for the slavers returned and led six more Africans on deck. The Shaman turned to the remaining hunters. "We must fight brothers." "But we have no spears?" The hunters replied seconds before they disappeared, evaporating into a red mist. The Shaman stumbled as the ship shook violently. The blood mist was illuminated by a hole in the side of the ship. Without a second thought, the Shaman stepped into the red mist. The dried flakes of sperm covering his body turned red as the blood clung to it. The Shaman looked through the hole ripped through the wooden planks. He could see another ship closing on them just before his spirit left this body to be replaced by something more powerful. ************ "Jesu Chriost! Where the fuck did that big Negro come from?" Legba opened his eyes and glanced around the dark hold. He was standing in a patch of light illuminated by a hole in the side of the ship. Two white men were staring at him in amazement. There were no living slaves left in the hold, just a few bodies. "Big is right. Look between his legs." The sailor crossed himself as he stared at Legba's cock in the light. "Why is his dick hard?" He turned to the other sailor. "Why does he have that stupid grin on his face?" Turning was a mistake. When he turned back to the Negro, the black man had silently moved ten feet and was right in front of him. Legba snapped his neck until his face was staring back at his companion. The second sailor was dead before the first hit the ground. He fell with the first sailor's knife in his belly. "Prepare to be boarded," came a shout from above. "Leave us alone you fucking English. We ain't slavers." "Then who were you tossing overboard earlier?" "Free passengers bound for Brazil. Look below there's no chains on this ship." Legba looked around. The Portuguese hadn't used chains on their slaves. They were smart. The bodies could easily have died from disease. Legba headed for the stairs. "No slaves! Then who is that?" The sailor pointed as Legba strolled up into the light. ************** "I say old boy where did you learn to speak English so well?" "From missionaries, Captain." Legba grinned at the man in the funny hat. "They brought enlightenment to this ignorant savage." "Good for them and good for you, old boy." "What will become of the Portuguese?" "They will be tried in a court of law. It's their turn to be in chains for awhile. Odds of finishing 10% Spoilers: My plans were to have Legba seduce the captain's daughter aboard ship and get discovered. The Captain angrily abandons him on shore in the American South. Legba gets captured and added to a group of slaves on a plantation. There he spied a beautiful slave woman and her mate. He seduces her and later seduces a white woman on the plantation. Nine months later, the black slave woman gives birth to a boy and names him, "Shame." because of her shame at betraying her mate. This was just a little tie in with my Western gunslinger character of the same name. Legba awakens from his memories just as the plane is touching down. When the wheels hit the ground, all the aspects of the Loa in America are aware of his presence. The other Loa were all semi-famous African Americans such as rappers (SMD), an actress, a sports figure, or politician.Future stories may have been about their interactions with mortals. The next part was to be another flash back showing how Legba had stirred up enough trouble that his brother's and sisters trapped him in the offering jar and shipped him back to Africa.
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Personally if you finish this I would suggest he trapped some of his brother and sisters but allow others to remain and join him in causing chaos. He was already trapped when the story began why not let us see how badass he is. Maybe let him take over someone else and try to hint at being president.
ReplyDeleteIt is unfortunate that you did not finish this :(
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