The Warlocks of Chiloé/Warm Welcome

   My captors removed the sack from my head and a man blew a powder off his hand into my face, rendering me unconscious. When I woke, I was being undressed by a couple women. One of them was youthful, barely and adult by western standards I thought. The other was middle aged, but not hard to look at. Their dress was formal and traditional. Their Spanish was very hard for me to understand, but I understood that they were caring for me. They giggled and teased as I came fully to my senses. I was naked. Several cuts and bruises on my body had a paste applied. Maybe it was a final delusion from being drugged, but I recall the older woman booping my penis. I was instructed to enter a tub of hot water.
   They had applied some blue paste to some of my wounds and bug bites. As it washed off, there were no injuries to be seen. How long was I out? I didn’t speak much. I was embarrassed but also I was struggling to acquire an ear for their dialect. The older woman put her hands on my penis again, underwater. She was asking if it worked. I was completely flaccid, and I shyly pulled away but she took hold of it.
   “Mija, arouse him for me. I am not doing it.” She said to the younger girl, who bit her lip while she looked into my eyes. She unhooked a shoulder of her traditional garb. Underneath she was wearing shorts and a crop top. It looked modern. She leaned forward, with her hands on her sides and exposing her cleavage. My body was reacting slower than usual, perhaps because of the shock, or maybe it was the drug. She turned around, every movement provocative and rhythmic, and lowered her shorts. Her tight panties revealed a cameltoe and the older woman began jerking me off, aggressively.
   The girl turned back to me and slipped her hand down her panties and inserted her fingers inside herself, then wafted them near my nostrils.
   “Don’t be a prude, mija. Show him the rest and I’ll finish him off.”
   “Sorry mama.” I must have been dreaming. It was certainly the first time a teen girl removed her panties for me. She continued a gentle dance as her mother jerked me off like she was in a hurry, lifting her top until it released her breasts to bounce. Just as she turned around and bend over to show me her ass, I came into the hot bath. It solidified like egg whites.
   “So it does work! Excellent! I am Yamai.” Said the older woman, slowly for my sake. “This is my daughter Rayen. We are Machi, like your doctors. You are an outsider, but you are welcome, and we would not have you treated like a prisoner.”
   “My treatment so far,” I said, “has been satisfactory. Am I allowed to leave?”
   “No.”
   They gave me clothes, not just of a modern quality but I believe of western origin. In fact, as I followed them out of the bath house, I surprised to see electric lighting and villagers adorned in clothing with pop culture designs. The buildings were made of polished wood and ornate stone. Everything was beautiful. I appeared equal to contemporary construction but with great cultural influence.
   Inside, I was introduced to Yamai’s youngest daughter, Ayelén, who was so excited I couldn’t make out anything she said. The three of them had the same creamy brown skin and dark brown hair. Rayen started a fire in the hearth and placed a pot on a rack over it. I sat on a bench with Ayelén and asked her to slow down.
   She asked me about the coastal cities on her island and told me all about her trip to one years earlier. She asked about where I came from and about my family and whether or not I had a girlfriend. On and on she went, alternating between questions and stories. Her mom added some vegetables to the pot and looked up at me with a huge grin.
   “I think someone has a crush on you!”

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