BLACK MAGIC by Joe Doe A HALLOWEEN TALE OF VOODOO AND SOUTHERN JUSTICE Sally looked around. The shop wasn't dirty exactly, but it was quite worn. The walls and shelves were crowded with bizarre herbs and mysterious jars, and Sally moved carefully to avoid knocking anything over with her billowing hoop skirt. "Hello, is anyone...." "Right behind you, child," Marie said. Sally turned. Marie, the black voodoo priestess, stood before her. Marie wasn't old -- or young -- but timeless. Her simple homespun rags were in stark contrast to Sally's beautiful green dress, the best that her plantation profits could buy. "So many questions, Miss Sally," Marie said, slyly. "All will be revealed." "It seems you know me," Sally said, fighting to hide her surprise. "I need your help with a very specific matter...." Marie walked to the front door of the shop and locked the door. "I knows why you're here, child," she said. "We don't have no time to waste." Sally frowned. She viewed Voodoo as a thin soup designed to separate the gullible from their money. Marie's transparent efforts to dominate the conversation rather than let her talk left Sally unimpressed. "Really?" Sally said, sarcastically. "Perhaps you can tell me PRECISELY why I'm here." "Mr. Simon Randall proposed to you for the third time last night," Marie said. "You've made fun of him to your friends, but you do secretly wonder if his affection is love or lust. You wants to know what sort of man he is...and if the stories about how he treat his female slaves are true." Sally stared at Marie in disbelief. She hadn't told anyone about Simon's latest proposal. How did Marie know? "Hurry," Marie urged. Sally failed to see the need for "hurry," but seized the moment. "I heard you made a slave girl invisible once, so she could escape from her cruel master. If you made me invisible...." "I don't discuss other clients...or my methods," Marie said, curtly. "You wants to see how he treat his slaves. Fine. Pay me. Now." Sally spilled a stack of gold coins onto the counter. It was Marie's turn to pretend to be unimpressed. "What about the other coins you have with you? Hurry! No time for games!" Sally wondered how the woman knew about the second set of gold coins she brought. No matter; she quickly came up with a lie for the occasion. "You get the second half when I'm satisfied with your services." Marie smiled. "You plan to cheat me, white lady? You think you can cheat Marie? Fine. We play games. Your lies don't matter. You will pay me the rest, before you leaves this room." She reached behind her and uncapped a small bottle. "Drink this," she said, handing the bottle to Sally. Sally looked at the bottle doubtfully. "Drink," Marie said. "Not much time!" Sally drank the potion down. It tasted sweet at first, then hot, then bitter...very bitter! Marie laughed as Sally choked and leaned against a side wall. Her vision blurred, and her skin burned like fire. Her bones screamed in pain. What was happening? Sally tried to cry out, but could not. She watched in horror as the skin on her hand darkened...turned a deep chocolate color. Sally looked in the mirror. It was her, but it wasn't her. Her blonde hair was now black. Her dainty nose was flat, her lips puffy. Sally couldn't believe it. "No. No. You made me.... You made me look like a negress!" "You wanted to see how your beloved treats slaves," Marie chuckled. "I fix it so you see real good." "Turn me back!" Sally screamed. "Turn me back now!" "Give me the rest of my money," Marie snapped. "Cheat Marie? I don't think so." Sally jumped as she heard a pounding on the front door, followed by her suitor's voice. "Marie? Are you there?" "There in a moment, Mr. Simon," Marie purred. A terrified Sally contemptuously tossed her a second sack of gold coins. "Change me back," Sally demanded. "Today October 31st! Powerful voodoo, plus Halloween night!" Marie cackled. "No change back," she said. "You may pass on spell to another, not break. You swallow potion...." She leaned forward and whispered in Sally's ear. "That's disgusting!" Sally said. "I'd never do THAT!" "As you please, my LADY", Marie said mockingly, as she unbolted the front door. Sally's heart raced as the door opened and her fiancé strode in. She felt an indescribable chill as her would-be husband's eyes ran up and down her body. "Well, I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it. You turned her nigra, just like you said you would. Little Miss Sally Fancy-pants, all high and mighty, making me get down on my knees and beg for her hand. You actually turned her into a nigra!" Sally gasped as he grabbed her by the arm. "You're going to make a fine bed wench, Miss Sally. But what you doing dressed like a white woman? You're not getting uppity, are you?" "Please Simon, you have to help me!" she pleaded. Marie tricked me. She's a cheat and a thief." His face hardened as he ripped open the front of Sally's dress, exposing her breasts. "Why, those are certainly fine jugs, Miss Sally. After one of my bucks knocks you up, I'm going to milk those sweet little udders each morning to get cream for my coffee." "No, please!" Sally pleaded. "I'm not black. I'm still me." He laughed. "After you disappear, I'll tell people I was so grieved by your loss that I hunted down one of your randy Papa's octoroons. Since you don't want to be my wife, you can be my nigger wench." "You're a beast!" Sally screamed. "I can't believe I let you court me!" "Even with your titties showing, you're still uppity," he snarled. "We better get you shucked down, before you start acting white." Sally wept as Simon roughly stripped her naked. "You won't get away with this," she sobbed. "Your new nigger name is 'Titsy,'" he chuckled. "When I'm not humping you, you'll be picking cotton in my fields. You'll look even more natural after we put some callouses on your paws and some whip marks on your bottom!" She struggled to close her legs as Simon's finger probed her sex. "My, a virgin!" he chortled. "I'm going to have fun popping this tonight. I might even give you a cigar band to wear around that little nigger finger of yours, so you can pretend it's our wedding night." He held her by the throat as he stroked her sex. "Maybe I'll give you some white stockings and a white garter to wear. After I finish, I'll kick your lazy ass out of bed and let the overseer march you outside in your little white skivvies, with my jizz dribbling down your thighs, so everyone knows you're my new bride." "Please Simon, I'm begging you. I know I shouldn't have led you on, or accepted all those presents. If you free me I'll marry you. I'll take care of you and kiss you and...." "I ain't kissing no nigger monkey on the lips!" he snarled. "Why should I marry you, when I can have you anytime I want? Speaking of which, you still ain't talking nigra. You getting uppity, girl?" "Simon, please.... You said that you loved me. You said...." She gasped as he threw her over his knee like a rag doll. Her luscious bottom cheeks tightened instinctively as Marie took a small leather strap off the wall and handed it to Simon. Sally winced as Simon tapped the strap against her bare behind. "Wenches don't call a white men by his first name. From here on out, what do you call me?" Sally cried out as the strap CRACKED! against her bare bottom. "Master!" she cried out. "More niggery!" SNAP! "Massah!" "And what's your name?" CRACK! "Titsy!" "Feel like acting white, Titsy?" SNAP! "No, Massah! Titsy just a stupid nigger monkey! Titsy don't know nothing!" "That's right," Simon replied. "And why are you in my bed? Am I forcing you?" SNAP! SNAP! "No, Massah! Iza hot, frisky, nigger wench, and I juice up somethin' fierce! Titsy lucky to have a massah know how to give her a good poke like she need...." Simon laughed as he unceremoniously rolled Titsy off his lap and dumped her onto the floor. "Why don't you show me, Titsy? Show me what a hot, frisky bitch you are. Cream yourself, while I watch. After all, if I'm going to breed you, I have to see you in action." Titsy reluctantly laid back on the floor and slowly stroked her sex. "Spread your legs, you frisky monkey!" he barked. "I want to see that little hole of yours twitch when you cum." Titsy obeyed. She spread her legs and closed her eyes and tried to pretend that she was somewhere else. "Faster, you ugly monkey!" Simon barked. "Cream yourself...or you'll get the strap!" Marie and Simon chuckled as Titsy's sex moistened and her hand moved quicker. "That's it, Titsy," Simon urged. Show us just how frisky you are. Don't worry -– there are plenty of randy bucks on my plantation to keep you covered." At last the inevitable happened. Simon laughed as the deeply shamed Titsy orgasmed in front of him. Tears filled Titsy's eyes; she felt rubbed raw by the shame and humiliation of having to perform for her cruel new master like the barnyard animal she now was. Through her tears she saw Marie towering over her. "You cheat me?" the woman mocked. "You think you can cheat Marie?" Titsy didn't have long to focus on the afterglow of her first slave orgasm. She yelped like a puppy as Simon lifted her by her hair and roughly tied her hands behind her back with coarse rope. "Time to go, Titsy. The cotton fields are a-waiting!" "You brought your carriage?" she asked. "Hell, no," he cackled. "I ain't letting no nigger ride in my carriage. I'll just tie a rope around your neck, and you can run alongside my horse!" Titsy gasped as her master slapped her hard on the ass and pushed her towards the door. "But what about my clothes? "You're a nigger now, and that means I'm going to prance you through town nigger naked! That's why I tied your hands behind you -- so everyone can see your coconuts jiggling and the juices running down your thighs!" "Aren't you forgetting something?" Marie said. "You owe me money, Mr. Randall." "I said I'd pay you when I was satisfied. And it might take me a while to get satisfied with her." Titsy screamed and struggled as the laughing Simon Randall stuck his hand between her legs. Marie said nothing as Simon spanked his weeping, pleading slave girl out into the street, as naked as the day she was born. Marie watched from the window as Simon paraded Titsy down the street towards his horse amidst the sniggering laughter and jeers of the free people of the town. "You try to cheat me, Mr. Randall?" she said. softly. "Well, I fix you good." ****************************** It had been a long day in the cotton fields. Simon watched from his bedroom window as two of the horny young bucks scrubbed Titsy down with coarse bristle brushes and the soap he used to clean the horses. Titsy groaned as the brush ran over her well spanked fanny, but her discomfort meant nothing. Titsy had been worked hard, and they needed to scrub her nigger stink off her before she'd be fit for her master's use. She was too exhausted to struggle when her master bent her over the bed and took her virginity from behind. And she was too tired to protest when a half hour later he sat on the bed, and ordered her to her knees. Titsy gagged as her master's enormous load spilled into her mouth. It was her first mouthful of sperm, but she dutifully choked it down. What was surprising was that Simon Randall also began to choke and to feel a burning sensation on his skin. His bones screamed in pain. He looked down. As Titsy writhed on the floor, her lips thinned, and her skin turned lighter. ****************************** Sally, dressed in a beautiful red gown and carrying a riding crop, walked into the slave merchant's shop, accompanied by three of her giggling girl friends. "I heard you captured a new buck," she said. "May I see him?" She smiled as Simon, now black, with his hands chained behind him and naked except for a loincloth, was dragged forward for the inspection of the four smiling women. "They found him skulking through the woods. He must be a runaway. He's going on the block tomorrow." "I'll give you twice your asking price tonight...IF he's up to snuff." She threw the crop across the room. "Fetch." The women tittered as Simon ran across the room and returned with the riding crop between his teeth. Sally smiled. "Can I use him as breeder?" Simon groaned in shame and helpless humiliation as the slave dealer whipped off his loin cloth and left him naked in front of the four snickering women. "Turn him around," Sally said, as if Simon were too stupid to understand English. "Bend him over." The slave dealer complied, but Sally was not satisfied. Simon cried out as her crop LASHED! his buttocks. "Spread his legs." Simon nearly lost control of his bladder as he felt Sally lift each of his testicles with the tip of her crop, measuring their size and weight. "I'll be supervising the breedings," Sally said. "Can he perform with me watching?" The slave dealer forced Simon to his knees and uncuffed his hands. Simon watched in disbelief as the dealer placed a small shot glass on the ground under his flopping penis. "Squirt it into the glass. And don't spill any." Simon looked up at Sally, his eyes pleading for mercy. "Moo-moo" she said, cheerfully. "Time for milking!" Simon spit on his hand and dutifully began to stroke his shaft. "Faster, you ugly monkey," Sally said. "I don't have all day." "Are you sure he won't be a problem?" one of Sally's friends asked. "He looks angry." "Don't worry," Sally answered. "If he doesn't squirt on cue, I'll geld him. Believe me, nigger bucks don't care about nothing after you nut them." Sally smiled as the terrified man quickened his pace. From the window, Marie watched discreetly as Sally put Simon through his paces. "No one cheat Marie," she murmured. Edited by C. Lakewood