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The Coxville Curse Ch. 01

By: Stormbringer



Based upon comics by The Pit and Stormbringer

Note: This story is an attempt to link two comics illustrated by the Pit. The first is a novelization of the script "Two Hot Blondes Bet On Big Black Cock", that I wrote for the Pit based upon characters he created. I thought I'd turn the script and illustrations into a story delving deeper into the minds of the characters. The second comic is simply titled, "Plantation." It was written and drawn by the Pit. The character of Mrs. Kindle and Melvin is from several pinups by The Pit as are several allusions to other characters. I hope this story can stand on its own, without the illustrations.

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September 2009

Jenny Summers lay on her back listening to the wind howl outside and the rain pounding her roof. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Her husband's snores had stopped a minute ago and she knew what was coming next. Harold rolled on his side and his hand snaked over to squeeze one of her enormous breasts. Jenny sighed, "Not now Harold, I'm worried about Kitty."

Harold's hand moved over to her other breast and he kissed her neck. "She's fine honey. Kitty's out with Todd. He'll take good care of her." Harold pinched his wife's long nipple and it hardened between his fingers. "Come on honey, please?"

"Alright Harold," she sighed again. "Suit it up." Jenny listened to her husband roll over and fumble in the dark for a condom off the nightstand. At 36, Jenny felt she was too old to get pregnant again and she also didn't want an eighteen year gap between her kids. Harold had worn a condom every time they had sex for the last eighteen years. He didn't mind and she loved that there wasn't any mess afterwards.

Harold moved on top of her and guided his penis inside his wife. He jumped suddenly when there was a loud boom of thunder outside. Harold was afraid of thunderstorms or more specifically the tornadoes involved with bad weather. Whenever a storm raged outside, he initiated sex, seeking comfort with his wife. Jenny mostly lay still waiting for both the storm and Harold to finish. Harold normally didn't take too long to finish and tonight was no exception. He grunted, and then came. She could feel his penis jerk inside her and that finally turned her on enough to get into it, but by then it was too late. Her husband's shrinking penis flopped out of her. Luckily, he hadn't gotten her worked up enough she'd need to masturbate after he fell asleep as was often the case. Harold rolled off her, panting for a few minutes before rising off the bed and going to deposit the condom in the bathroom trash bin. She listened to him urinate, then Harold returned to bed, kissed her on the cheek and was snoring again within minutes, his hand resting on her breast. Jenny picked up the hand and moved it off her body. She stared up at the ceiling hoping her daughter was alright.

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Kitty gasped in pleasure as Todd flickered her nipple with his tongue. Rain pounded on the top of his car. "Come on baby," whispered Todd. "Let's fuck again."

"Not tonight Todd," she replied, holding his head to her breast while he continued teasing the hard nipple protruding from her DD breasts.

Todd sucked her nipple between his lips, and then released it. "Please baby, come on. Feel how hard I am." Todd grabbed her hand and placed it on the crotch of his jeans. Kitty squeezed his bulge, but didn't reply.

"Come on Kitty, your hot body is driving me fucking nuts." She still didn't reply and moved her hand off his crotch. "How about a blow job then?"

"Tomorrow," said Kitty. "If the Cocks win."

"Fuck Kitty, the Beavers are undefeated."

"Kind of a defeatist attitude for a quarterback, Todd." Kitty reached over and grabbed his crotch again. This time she used both hands as she fumbled with his pants. "Maybe the Cocks just need some motivation. Win and you get a blow job. Tonight, all you get is a handjob."

"Deal," said Todd, enthusiastically. He may have been quarterback, but he was also a realist. He'd seen the Beavers play and the Cocks had only won one game this season. He smiled back at the memory. His had been a perfect toss right to Samson West. Kitty had given him a rare blowjob that night and if anything her lips felt better then her tight pussy had. No, they wouldn't win tomorrow night's game, but at least tonight, she was willing to jack him off and Todd took whatever he could get.

Kitty thought it was nasty, but she spat in her hand and coated Todd's stiff penis with her saliva. What he referred to as Todd's rod was only between five and six inches fully erect so it didn't take much to coat it. She'd jerked him off before when they had started dating junior year and she'd kind of liked it. On his eighteenth birthday she'd given her first blow job and another when he made quarterback. Finally, on her eighteenth birthday, she'd let him fuck her and they'd done it half a dozen times since. She found it enjoyable, but didn't think it was a big deal. She'd even decided she liked giving head better then she liked actual sex. Todd on the other hand loved it. They were the perfect couple, a stacked blue-eyed blonde cheerleader with her handsome fit quarterback boyfriend. They were destined to be homecoming king and queen, prom king and queen, get married, and have beautiful children together. It only took a few strokes of her hand before a little wad of semen shot out of the tip of Todd's dick. She stared at it with fascination. A few drops of semen appeared around the urethra as she continued stroking him and his penis began to shrivel in her hand. She didn't know why she found his penis so enthralling. Possibly it was because she didn't have one herself and knew nothing about them or why her simplest touch seemed to give Todd so much pleasure. All she knew was that it would probably be the only penis she'd ever see in her life and Todd had told her it was probably the biggest in school. Kitty felt lucky and proud as she released it and licked the small wad of semen off her hand. She found she liked the taste, swallowing the first time she'd blown him and Todd had been thrilled that she wasn't one of those prissy girls who spit it out. 

"That was great, Kitty," he moaned, tucking his penis back in his pants. "Let's get back to the party."

"It's pouring outside," said Kitty looking through the rain splattered windshield. It was Thursday night and since tomorrow was an inservice day, a classmate was throwing a party. They didn't have school and didn't have to get up early, but tomorrow night was the game where the Coxville Cocks were taking on the undefeated Bartown Beaver's. "Take me home, Todd."

"Ah come on, let's go back inside. I want another beer. Besides, what's a little rain?"

Kitty felt pretty drunk already, but figured one more beer couldn't hurt. Together, they held hands running through the rain back onto the porch filled with drunken high school students. Nearly the entire senior class was at this party. Their classmates greeted the most popular boy and girl in school as they returned to their party. Todd and Kitty had barely made it inside the porch when there was a loud clap of thunder that rattled the walls of the house. The teens laughed nervously. It was precisely midnight.

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Coxville was your typical small town in the American South. It was the county seat of Coxville County and the second biggest town in Coxville County after Coxburg to the North off I-69. Coxville County was large as Southern counties go, but a good chunk of the Western County was dominated by Lake Cox and other then a few small towns, the rest of the county was mostly rural farmland growing corn, tobacco, and cotton crops.

Coxville was named after Colonel Phineas Josiah Cox, hero of the Mexican War and owner of the Cox plantation which had dominated the entire county for 200 years until the civil war. Yankees had occupied the mansion during the war, burning the surrounding buildings and releasing the slaves to ravage the neighborhood in 1864. The Union army was forced to march out quickly and never got around to burning down the mansion, leaving it standing alone a stunning piece of architecture surrounded by the still smoking wreckage of stables, barns, silos, and slave quarters with crops still burning in the fields.

Coxville town grew up around the plantation years later. The tree lined road up to the mansion became Main Street. The mansion itself became the town and county administrative offices. Storefronts lined Main Street and residences sprang up around the town as it grew to a respectable size. 

Dominating the front lawn of town hall was a 300 year old oak tree of huge size that had been young when the first Cox settler had arrived on the land. 

No one was out on this rain soaked night to witness the massive bolt of lightning that blasted the old oak tree to ruin at precisely midnight. The resulting thunder woke citizens of Coxville from their sleep and shook the foundations of many an old home.  

Before the tree had even stopped smoking, a dense fog began rising from the ground around the tree. The fog spread out around the town hall slowly moving down Main Street. It spread out engulfing the entire town, creeping into open windows and touching every living thing. Within an hour the fog had spread to the surrounding developments, past Coxville High School, the African American neighborhood of Westside, and up the nearby hill on which the ancient Sisters of Mercy Convent sat. After several more hours, the fog was engulfing the smaller towns, farms, and the city of Coxburg even moving across Lake Cox. By dawn the entire county was shrouded in fog.

***************

"Where'd this mist come from?" asked Miko. The full lipped Amer-asian only had half her roots in Coxville. Her native father had met her Japanese mother while serving in the military on Okinawa. 

"It's like it came from nowhere." Patty, the buxom redhead peered out into the night. "Thick as I've ever seen." The mist left droplets of water on Patty's face like she was covered in sheen of sweat.

"I'd better get going," said Pamela. "If this fog gets any worse, nobody's going anywhere." Pamela was a standout beauty, unique because her C-cup breasts were on the small side for Coxville County.

Miko turned towards a group of white football players. The black players were nearby, but the two groups tended to self segregate except during practice. Miko snapped her fingers in a zigzag pattern. "Boyfriends, it's time to take us home."

Kitty approached the group. "You all leaving?" 

"Yeah girl, have you seen this weather." Patty was a cheerful bouncy girl and her whole body jiggled when she talked. She was wearing a tight halter that showed off a bosom that rivaled Kitty's mom's and despite wearing a bra, Patty's prominent nipples were clearly visible through the top. Nothing she did could hide her pointy knobs.

"Darn, I just got a full beer," said Kitty, wishing she could go home with her friends, but Todd was responsible for her tonight. Kitty much preferred hanging out with her fellow cheerleaders for fun and conversation. Boys were only good for boy stuff and making out. Todd wouldn't want to leave until the keg was tapped out. They were a close knit group and only the studious Susan was missing of their friends, as Susan preferred reading to socializing. "Be careful. Get plenty of rest and most importantly, "GO COCKS!"

"GO COCKS!" screamed, Miko, Pamela, and Patty as well as Stacy, the black cheerleader who was over with the group of black team members.

"I pity those poor Beavers," laughed Miko. "The Cocks are gonna skin'em and wear 'em for caps."

"Todd doesn't think we can win," said Kitty, shaking her head.

"Bummer," said Pamela. "Gotta run. Love ya girl." Pamela gave Kitty a side kiss on her cheek just before her boyfriend Brian came over to escort her out, followed by Patty's boyfriend Steve, both handsome strapping popular boys that played with Todd. 

A good deal of the rest of the party followed them wanting to get home before the fog got any worse. Kitty sipped her beer and watched the long stream of party goers file out. "I think we can win," said a deep voice behind her.

Kitty spun around and found herself facing Samson West. The muscular black teen with the shaved head, sipped his beer and tried to stare in her eyes, but he kept sneaking glances at her chest. She didn't like Samson, he was arrogant and cocky. Plus he was Todd's chief rival and would have been quarterback if it wasn't for Todd though they did work well together as a team. Also, he tended to stare at her with an intensity that made her nervous. He'd never flirted with her though. That would have been too bold in a town that lynched blacks for talking to white women just a few decades past. "Todd doesn't seem to think so," she said, haughtily. Her boyfriend was never wrong about football.

"That's why Samson should be da quarterback," said a tall, dark skinned black man with muscles that rivaled Coach Black's. LD was the subject of a lot of town gossip. His father also called LD had been popular among the black ladies in the colored part of town, knocking several up before abandoning his children and moving to L.A. to become a porn star. LD always kept his head covered with a cap or do-rag and never took off his sunglasses. A few teachers had tried to make him remove his shades, but they had backed down when they saw the angry glare from his eyes. "We'd of won last weeks game if it weren't for tiny dick Todd."

"That's enough LD," said Samson when Kitty gasped, staring wide eyed up at the giant black man. "Todd's a good leader." Samson winked at LD.

"We could do better," replied LD. "You know what I'm saying? I gotta blow outta here, bro. Later."

"Later. Lets kick some Beaver ass tomorrow." Samson pounded LD on his back.

Kitty tried to step around the two black men as LD left the party. She glanced back at Todd hoping he'd rescue her, but three of the other black players had cornered him. The white players had mostly left, but the black players always held back at parties, waiting to kick the keg or probably to do some looting when no one was looking, she thought, scornfully. Todd was tall, fit, and muscular, but the three blacks dwarfed him. Stubby was shorter then Todd, but he was very squat and looked bigger. He had a shaved head like Samson, but sported a full goatee. Max was as big and as dark as LD, but he sported long dreadlocks. Deon was the only fat one of the bunch. He was always eating and even now had a bag of cheetos in his hand. His tee shirt was stained orange from them. They seemed to be arguing with Todd, occasionally pointing at Samson.

"I've watched the Beavers practice," said Samson. "We can take them."

Kitty looked up at the bald black teen. She drained her beer and felt the room spin a little. She really needed to get back home and in bed. "Todd lives and breathes football, Samson. If he says we can't win, we can't win." She hiccoughed and quickly covered her mouth.

"I bet we can win."

"I bet we can't." Kitty hiccoughed again.

The big black man shook his head. "You'd think he'd try harder. If you were giving me a blow job after each victory, I'd win every game." Samson frowned. He was acting a little out of character and assumed he must have been drunker then he thought.

Kitty was looking at him in horror. "That bastard! He's lying. I don't do... He told you!"

"He told the entire football team what he was getting after our one sad victory of the year."

"I'll kill him."

Samson laughed and grabbed her shoulders when she tried to move past him to go after Todd. "Hold on," he said, staring into her eyes and then glancing down at her firm young breasts. Samson felt his cock stir. "I believe we were about to make a bet."

"I'm not much for betting," said Kitty, calming a little. "What did you have in mind?"

Samson ran through some ideas in his head, twenty bucks, a case of beer, or having Kitty do his homework, but when he opened his mouth to speak, he said, "I want what Todd gets." Kitty looked as shocked as he felt at what he had said, but as the seconds ticked by, he began to feel more confident. "Yeah, I want a blow job from the cheerleading captain." Kitty gasped angrily and tried to pull away, but Samson increased his grip on her shoulders. "Whatsa matter, not as confident that Todd knows as much about football as you thought? He says you're a first class cocksucker."

Kitty was furious, but she wasn't sure if she were madder at Todd or Samson. "I can't suck you off," she said.

"Why not?"

Because you're black, thought Kitty. Because you're Todd's rival. Because you're a black guy. Because you're an arrogant jerk. Because you're black. The races did not mingle in Coxville. "Because I'm Todd's girlfriend," she blurted out. 

"Then have some faith in him. Chicken." Samson began flapping his arms and making clucking noises. "Chicken. Chicken. Bawk Bawk Bawk."

"Alright," she snapped. "Stop acting like a fool."

"It's a bet?"

"Yes, it's a bet. But if Todd's right and the Beavers win, you quit the team."

Samson West reared back a little and released her shoulders. Kitty Summers was playing hardball. Football was all he had and his only hope of getting out of Coxville was a football scholarship. He looked down at the blue eyed blonde cheerleader with her fit body and big breasts, immediately deciding it would be worth the risk. "Deal," he said.

Kitty looked a little surprised. She thought she'd had him. She didn't want him off the team. He was every bit as responsible for winning their one game as Todd was. The Cocks needed him. "It's a bet," she muttered. If Todd was right and she'd never known him to be wrong predicting a football game's outcome, she was eliminating her boyfriend's biggest rival. But if Samson was right, she'd have to put a black man's penis in her mouth. She shivered as if someone had just walked over her grave. "If you win the game, I'll meet you in the locker room and suck your(gulp)... suck your penis, but if the Beavers win, you quit the team before the next game."

Samson nodded just as Todd joined them. "What's up?" asked Todd, staring back and forth between his black teammate and his girlfriend. He'd never seen them talking alone before.

"I was just telling Kitty here to cheer loudly tomorrow when we take down the Beavers," said Samson looking at Kitty.

Todd sighed. "Well, lets hope, but don't forget, they're undefeated."

"They gotta lose sometime." Samson stepped back and patted Todd's shoulder. "See ya tomorrow. I'm gonna go work out some plays with my boys." 

Todd watched Samson walk off. "I make the plays Samson. I'm still quarterback," he called. Samson stopped in his tracks, but didn't turn around and a second later he resumed walking towards the black players. Todd felt smug, secure that he had made his point to his rival before turning back to Kitty. "Ready to go? The keg's kicked."

"Take me home, please," she replied, rubbing her temple.

**************

Jenny Summers woke with a start. She was panting heavily, lying on her back, nude. Her breasts were heaving and her nipples were as hard as they ever got. She was very wet between the legs. The dream had been one of the most vivid, dirtiest dreams of her life. She was hornier now then she had been last night when Harold left her hanging. She couldn't remember the man she'd been with, he probably wasn't even a real person, just a large dark shadowy bearded figure. She glanced over at her sleeping husband, but he wouldn't be good for another round after last night nor could he live up to her dream lover's skill. 

The light in the room felt weird as she climbed out of bed. She shivered as the room seemed damp and chilly. Jenny walked over to the window and glanced out. A wall of white greeted her. Fog was common this time of year, but she'd never seen one this thick before. She couldn't make out anything through the window, not a tree in her neighbor's backyard, nor looking down could she make out her large backyard pool.


The Coxville Curse Ch. 01



"What are you staring at?" groaned Harold, stretching in bed.

"Fog as thick as pea soup, honey. I've never seen the like. If it doesn't clear up, there won't be any game tonight."

"Good," said Harold. "We can get dinner and a movie early and it'll save the Cocks the humiliation."

"Harold! The Cocks have a shot. Coach Black is still new and he seems to think he can turn the team around. "

"Well he better hurry up then," griped Harold. "Besides Todd doesn't think they have a chance against the Beavers."

"You're probably right," she sighed. "Go back to sleep. I'm going to shower and I'll make you some breakfast."

"Just do me one favor?" he asked. "Reach up and turn the ceiling fan off." Harold watched his nude wife reach up for the fan chain. At 36, Jenny Summers was one of the hottest women in the county. She looked more like Kitty's older sister then mother. Jenny was a natural blonde with blue eyes and a fit athletic body. At fourteen, Jenny's breasts had been a large C cup, by seventeen an even bigger D cup and now her bras read 34G, her breasts swelling up when she became pregnant with Kitty and never shrinking back to normal. "Alright, hold it there," he said as she was reaching up with her breasts thrust out. "So hot. How did I get so lucky?"

Jenny rolled her eyes, but smiled. She liked her husband's compliments. Harold had his shortcomings, but under appreciating his wife's beauty was not one of them. "Go to sleep, honey." She winked at him. "You'll see this again after our date night tonight." At least she hoped he would. Harold wasn't usually up for sex two nights in a row even when he was younger. Jenny spun around for her husband, grabbed her robe and was pulling it on as she left the room.

Jenny was still tightening her belt when she went to check on Kitty. She opened the door to Kitty's room and sighed with relief when she saw her daughter sleeping in her bed. Kitty was restless in her sleep. She was moaning and moving around. The covers were thrown down revealing her Hello Kitty halter top. Jenny noticed Kitty's nipples were hard as rocks underneath the top and for a brief moment wondered if her daughter was having a dream as dirty as she had. Jenny dismissed the thought, knowing that her virginal daughter was saving herself for Todd when they got married and probably didn't know enough about sex to have dirty dreams. It was probably just the cold. 

Jenny entered the room, pulled the covers up over Kitty's chest, and tucked her daughter in. She failed to notice Kitty's hand moving between her legs, but she did frown when she thought she detected a slight hint of the smell of beer as she bent down to kiss her forehead. Jenny shrugged it off. Her daughter promised her she didn't drink and someone had probably just spilled some on her at the party, but still it would be worth asking Kitty about it, but not until after tonight's game.

Jenny took a long shower in her bath, her skin tingling as she rubbed the soap all over her body. The dream had faded, but she still felt aroused and her nipples hadn't gone down any. She left the shower, toweled her body dry, but left her hair dripping wet as she pulled her robe back on and went downstairs to cook breakfast.

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Bobbie Sue Kindle wanted to moan with disappointment when she felt her husband cumming inside the condom. She collapsed on his chest, grinding her pussy back onto his shriveling penis. He had been presently surprised to find his wife climbing on top of him this morning. She inserted his penis inside her and he sucked on one long nipple while she slowly rode him. All too soon, he tapped her thigh so that she could lift herself up as he put a condom on. When it was on, she lowered back down onto his prick and he was cumming before she even got warmed up.

"That was a nice surprise," he said. "What got you so worked up?"

"Nothing," she replied, kissing him on the lips. "I just wanted to make love to my wonderful husband this morning." She didn't want to tell him about the dark shadowy dream lover taking her from behind while holding her long blonde hair and spanking her ass as he pounded her with his big cock. Her thighs were sopping wet when she woke up. She couldn't remember ever being that horny or having a dream so filthy. "I'd better get my shower."

"Do ya hafta? Lets stay in bed all day."

Bobbie Sue sighed, "It's Do-you-have-to, dear, not do ya hafta and sorry, but I'm needed at the library."

Mr. Kindle sighed. He loved his wife, but being corrected by her all the time got annoying. "Why couldn't you have been a math teacher." 

Bobbie Sue smiled climbed off him. They were childless and she had no problem strolling nude through the house to her bathroom. It wasn't the master bath, but she preferred being the only one who used this shower.

She stepped into the shower and quickly washed. She moaned with arousal as she soaped around her nipples. They were still hard and sensitive, sadly more from her erotic dream then from her morning sex with her husband. Bobbie Sue stepped out of the shower and turned the water off.

She checked herself out in the mirror as she toweled herself dry. Bobbie Sue was a natural blonde and her small pubic patch matched her long blonde hair perfectly. She had bright green eyes and a fit figure. Her breasts were large and impressive like most of her friends and acquaintances. An unusually common trait in this county and the men didn't complain. Her breasts were DD and curved upwards. She maybe had the most perfect figure of any woman she knew except for Coach Summers. In high school, classmates had teased her calling her Big Boobed Bobbie Sue or the shorter Boobie Sue. The stupid nickname stuck and she confiscated many a caricature from students with Boobie Sue written on it.

Bobbie Sue dressed in sexy, but practical underwear, a pink skirt and a white blouse. When her hair was dried, she put it up on her head with two pins through it. She applied some light makeup, purple eye shadow that contrasted well with her green eyes and some red lipstick. She added some jewelry to the ensemble, her wedding ring, some earrings, and being a woman of faith, she never left home without a cross around her neck as well as her cross bracelet. She'd spent many years learning in private school under the nuns from the sisters of mercy convent outside of town.

"Bye," she yelled to her husband. "See you at the game."

Bobbie Sue was a woman of many hats. She volunteered at the public library, taught English at Coxville High, and worked as an editor/researcher for the Coxville times. She enjoyed keeping busy and had no plans of slowing down until they decided on starting a family. Today was an inservice day at school and she had offered to work at the library. They called her this morning, begging her to go in early as the heavy fog had stranded half the staff and the library was always busier when school was out though Bobbie doubted they'd be busy with this fog. Nobody would be traveling unless they had to.

She was halfway to the library when she got a call from Mr. Grant, the editor of the Coxville times. "Hey, Bobbie Sue, I'm getting reports that lightning destroyed the oak in front of town hall. Can you go check it out?"

"I can, I'm on my way to the library now. I'll swing by."

"Great," said Mr. Grant. "My mother seems to think that lightning hit the same tree on this very day back in 1959. See if you can confirm that for me. If true, lightning striking the same tree fifty years apart would make an interesting piece for the paper and maybe even an entire history of the tree."

"I'll see what I can do, Mr. Grant. We should be busy today, but as soon as the rest of the staff can swim to work through this fog, I'll be able to sneak down to the archives."

"Call me when you have some info. My mom's probably wrong about the date, but it's worth checking out."

Bobbie Sue hung up the phone just as she was entering the traffic circle before town hall. The fog was thicker here then at home, so thick, she couldn't even see the tree. A police car was parked on the circle and she could make out the lights flashing. Bobbie Sue pulled up behind it and nodded at the cop as she strolled up to the tree. Lightning had indeed blasted it to ruin. She stared at it feeling a little sad, it had been a beautiful tree, standing proudly before town hall for all her life as well as her mother's life, grandmother's, and so on. It was too foggy to snap a picture, so she decided to get back in her car and drive the rest of the way to the library.

Bobbie Sue was not surprised to see Melvin waiting outside the library door. Melvin was a scrawny black senior at Coxville High. An Urkel looking nerd from a neighborhood filled with mostly black thugs. Blacks were segregated to the West side of town and they'd largely stayed there. There weren't too many in Coxville and the Westside only had a couple hundred blacks living in trailers, old houses, and some low income housing. There were more blacks in Coxburg, which even had a ghetto, but whites avoided that part of town and they mostly avoided Westside. Westside was officially called Freetown which replaced the uglier niggertown. 

"Good morning Mrs. Kindle," said Melvin, standing and hefting his backpack behind him. A black man from Westside was either a thug or a jock and some were both. Melvin didn't fit in either category and hid out in the library reading or using the computers being too poor to afford one for home. Bobbie Sue had considered buying him a laptop, but believed his mother would quickly pawn it. The boy was pure genius and one of the few blacks in Coxville guaranteed to go to college on a scholarship.

Bobbie Sue let Melvin inside while she went to turn on the lights. He quickly disappeared and she forgot about him. Her predictions came true and they weren't busy. The library director made it to work before any customers aside from Melvin even showed up. By the afternoon, the fog had lifted entirely. Bobbie Sue was able to walk back over to town hall, snap a picture of the shattered oak tree, and return to the library to use the archives. 

**************

Not for the first time did Jenny think of her breasts as being a curse. She struggled to squeeze them into a sports bra. Any bigger and I'll need Harold to hold them while she dressed, she thought. Not that he'd mind. "Aha, success, " she whispered as she fastened the bra. She pulled her white panties on before moving to her white skirt. Her skirt had a red C on it and a slit up the sides, showing her thighs. After the skirt, came her red uniform top with a white color and a white C on her left breast. Her name was embroidered on her right breast. After dressing, she pulled her hair up in a pony tail and checked herself out in the mirror.

Jenny left the bathroom. "Kitty, you ready?" she knocked on Kitty's door. 

"Yeah mom, let's go," said Kitty opening the door and walking out of her room.

Jenny frowned. Kitty usually bounced out of the room, exuberant and cheerful. She remembered the smell of booze on her daughter's breath and wondered again if Kitty had gotten a little drunk at the party last night. "You alright honey?"

"Fine mom," sighed Kitty. "Just a little tired." Kitty was as nervous as she'd ever been. What the hell was I thinking making that bet? She thought.

"Well no more late nights for awhile, missy," said Jenny. "I need my squad well rested. GO COCKS!"

Go Beavers, thought Kitty. "Go Cocks," she mumbled.

"Louder!"

"GO COCKS!"

"That's better." Jenny looked at her daughter lovingly. Kitty looked good in the red uniform with the white trim and white C on the breast. She didn't approve of the bare belly, but Principal Long had made the uniform decision and bare midriffs were a popular style now.

"Less material, less tax payer money," the old black man had told her.

"Lets get going. You can help me get ready for the game. Our cheapskate principal hasn't hired any extra help for the sports teams this year. "

"Alright mom," replied Kitty, following Jenny down the stairs.

"And after the game, stay away from the Bartown boys. You know they always wander over into our stands."

"That's because Coxville's women are better looking. Have you seen the Bartown girls? Yech."

Jenny chuckled. "No one holds a candle to the women of Coxville County," said Jenny. "More beauty pageant winners have come from Coxville then anywhere else in the state and most likely the whole country."

"I know mom. You should have been Miss USA."

"The rules state you can't be married or have kids. I was so in love with your father I couldn't refuse marrying him. I got pregnant right away and I've never regretted having you over competing in a beauty pageant." Jenny was lying about one thing. She got married because she was pregnant and was forced to step down as representative for her state. She would have preferred to delay her pregnancy a few years, but she had foolishly let Harold put his penis inside her just to see how it felt and he had lost control, ejaculating almost immediately. He had done the noble thing when they found out she was pregnant. 

The Summers' women arrived at the front door. "Are you coming to watch the game, Harold?"

"No," he replied from his chair in the living room. "I'm coming to watch you."

"You're sweet," said Jenny, running over to kiss her husband while Kitty rolled her eyes. 

"You can pick the movie if I can pick the restaurant," said Harold already smacking his lips and rubbing his paunch.

"Deal," sighed Jenny. Harold's favorite restaurant was Floyd's barbecue. It was a popular tourist stop off I-69, South of Coxburg. He didn't like that it was black owned, but black people sure knew barbecue and it was some of the best food in the county. At least there was a new romantic comedy playing at the theater that she could pick.

Harold turned to Kitty. "You'll be alright with Todd if we go out?"

"Yeah daddy, we always go out after a game."

"Well not too late young lady, you're as white as a ghost. You need your rest."

"Ok, daddy. Bye."

"See you at the game kitten and you to honey," said Harold.

It would be a long day and a late night, but Jenny was looking forward to it. It had been awhile since she had a date night with her husband. "Bye, love ya." She opened the door. "Great, the fog is lifting," she said before closing the door

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The Coxville Times were on microfilm at the public library. Coxville wasn't modern nor efficient and the microfilm were unlabeled. Bobbie Sue considered volunteering to organize the system, but her husband would kill her if she took on yet another project. She would have to put a roll on and go backwards through time until she found 1959. She spun the film backwards stopping to check where she was each time.

From 1999, Penelope Adams wins state pageant. She is the sixth Coxville native to hold the title.

From 1995, Coxville women's breast size blamed on recessive genes and above average hormone levels. Larger breasts started showing up on Coxville women born around 1960 with larger then average bosoms manifesting in their early teens. The gene is believed to have been passed down by an unknown ancestor in the mid nineteenth century...

From 1991, Jenny Cox forced to step down from Miss USA pageant. Jenny was to represent Coxville and the state at the Miss USA pageant, but was forced to resign after revealing that she had married her sweetheart Harold Summers. A former Miss Dairy, Miss Poultry, and Miss Coxville County, Jenny Cox...

From 1988, Mayor Smith to Playboy, "Get out of town." Despite the mayor's refusal to allow Playboy to do a women of Coxville pictorial, several female residents have agreed to meet Playboy photographers in Coxburg for a future spread. Playboy first became interested in Coxville when three Coxville natives at different colleges showed up in a "Women of Dixie" pictorial. Believing this was an odd coincidence, playboy began visiting the town...

From 1985, Lin Clarke, a graduate of Coxville High, to star in a new teen comedy "Breast In Show." Miss Clarke left Coxville for Hollywood just last year and has already had several unaccredited roles...

From 1979, Mayor Smith rejects Westside penis survey by state university researchers. "There's nothing unusual about our colored citizen's penises," said the mayor. Despite the mayor's claims, abnormally large penises have been reported on Coxville natives since the early part of the century. One theory states that a selective breeding program of slaves by the Cox family resulted in large genitalia on male slaves...

From 1977, Freetown inhabitants to be bused in to attend Coxville High. For the first time, Freetown black students will be allowed to attend Coxville High with white students. Previously, Freetown residents relied on the Sisters of Mercy nuns to educate them...

From 1971, State Legislature denounces Coxville. "Why is Coxville so intent on keeping blacks separated from whites?" stated House Majority Leader Davis.

From 1965, County council vows to fight anti-miscegenation law passed by the state. Councilman Smith vowed that it will remain illegal for whites to marry any negro, mulatto, quadroon, or octoroon as long as he's a councilman.

From August 1944, A boy born in Niggertown to Wayne and Elsie Long was believed deformed with three legs. The midwife took the unnamed boy to a doctor who was astounded to see that the boy actually had a penis as long as his legs.

Bobbie Sue paused over the last article. Her boss at Coxville High was Principal Long and she wondered if he was the same boy. The age was certainly about right. Long had just turned 65 and she couldn't remember the date, but the month on the newspaper was the same as the month the teachers had thrown Long a little party. She giggled nervously reading the full article. Bobbie Sue couldn't picture the old man with an enormous penis, but for some reason she shivered, giggling again. Bobbie Sue had overshot her target date and she slowly moved the microfilm back until she found September 1959.

Lightning Strikes Coxville Oak Tree

"Bingo!" said Bobbie Sue. "Holy Crap, it is the same date." What an amazing coincidence she thought and began to read the article, frowning when she read the part about a thick fog covering the town after the lightning strike. The article also included a disturbing picture. The black and white sketch showed a darkened figure hanging from a tree branch on the oak tree. A crowd was watching the hanging.

Yesterday, lightning again struck the oak tree in front of town hall exactly fifty years after striking the same tree in 1909 and one hundred years after the slave Prospero Black was hung there. Prospero an escaped slave, recaptured in New Orleans using the name Zombi was returned to the Cox plantation is said to have cursed the town before he was hung. According to legend, lightning struck and snapped the branch Prospero was hanging from just after he had died from asphyxiation. A weather expert in Coxburg has stated the multiple lightning strikes on the same object is not that unusual and the dates are probably just coincidence.

"But lightning striking the same tree every fifty years is an amazing coincidence," said Bobbie, sitting back in her chair and rereading the article. The thought that a fugitive slave was lynched on that tree didn't make her feel sorry that the tree had been destroyed last night anymore. And the idea of a curse placed on the town intrigued her. Bobbie was a skeptic of anything that didn't fit in with her faith and didn't believe in curses. A smile suddenly spread across her lips. She'd had another project planned for years. Bobbie Sue wanted to write a book. She'd put it off for years and honestly had never had an idea worth pursuing, but a Coxville Curse was an intriguing idea. Mr. Grant just might need to wait on his story. Bobbie Sue continued her journey back in time skimming through the microfilm.




The Coxville Curse Ch. 01



From 1929, STOCK MARKET CRASHES

From 1917, Negro boys continue to be born with deformities. Doctors baffled. Every negro boy born since 1909 has been born with a male phallus longer then average. 

From December 1909, Two negro boys born with unusually large penises were taken by the parents to experts in Coxburg. 

From September 1909, Lightning strikes Coxville Oak fifty years after the fugitive slave Prospero Black who called himself Zombi Damballah was hung on the same tree. 89 year old, Hettie Parker recalled the hanging. "They hung that evil slave for using black magic to corrupt old Col. Cox's beautiful young daughters, Samantha and Betty. The Col wanted to make an example of Prospero for the other slaves, but it was all a trick. Before they hung that devil, the Col ordered the townsfolk to fire on the watching slaves. Macduff, an uppity nigger if I ever saw one was the first to fall from a bullet fired by Betty's husband Caleb Summers. Lear and Puck fell next. By then the slaves were in the cornfields running and they kept running though many were hunted down the next few days. The bearded black devil watched in horror as his fellow slaves were gunned down before turning to look at us whites. He began chanting words in the language of hell and you could feel evil spewing forth from his vile mouth. Good Father Murphy held his cross up and began reciting the 23rd psalm as Summers smacked the horse the nigger was astride and that evil nigger began to hang. As he choked that devil phallus of his hardened up and spewed it's evil on the ground before the tree. I swears it's all true. Satan hisself sent a storm to save his servant, lightning striking and breaking the branch holding Prospero's swinging body, but Satan's servant was already dead. We was running in fear by then, trying to get to our homes followed by a thick evil mist the devil had conjured up allowing his servants to escape. Betty and Samantha were taken into the convent to be saved by Jesus and the good sisters there. I'm glad that nigger devil hung."

Coincidently, a thick mist rose up after last nights lightening strike also. The mist in 1859 allowed many of Cox's slaves to escape the massacre which killed at least two dozen, mostly male slaves. The survivors built a community on the island in Lake Cox and lived there for over three years until the Union army occupied the Cox mansion in 1864 where they returned to work for the Yankees. Remains of their settlement still exists on the island.

Bobbie Sue stared at the article in awe. Black magic, curses, slave massacres, strange mists and lightening strikes, this was the stuff of best sellers. It was getting late, but she wasn't about to stop researching. She stood up and left the basement archives heading back into the library. "We're gonna close early for the game Bobbie Sue," said the library director.

It's going to, not gonna, thought Bobbie Sue, biting her lip to keep from correcting her boss. "I'll shut the place down then, I'm doing some research in the archives."

"You're not going to the game?"

"No, I've discovered something pretty interesting," said Bobbie, flipping through the pages of the phone book. "I'm really focused right now and want to keep doing research."

"Anything you want to share?"

"Not yet," she replied. "I'll be right back, I need to make a call." Bobbie Sue left the library and walked back towards town hall. She stared at the remains of the old oak now being scooped up by a bulldozer. She flipped her cell phone open and made a call. A man was lynched on this spot, she thought. Slaves were gunned down all around me. She shivered as someone answered her phone. 

"Sisters of Mercy convent."

"Hello, my name is Bobbie Sue Kindle..."

"Yes, Mrs. Kindle, the English teacher. How may I help you?"

"Yes, I'm researching a bit of history that involves the Sisters Of Mercy. Do you have a resident historian?"

"The mother superior knows more then anyone. She's with the sisters tutoring the African American boys, but she should be done by now. I'll see if I can get her."

The good sisters had helped the poor black residents of Coxville for over a century. In a town that opposed integration more then anywhere in the South, the sisters for many decades were the only ones willing to teach the county's blacks to read. "We are all god's children," was their motto. The mother superior got on the line a few minutes later. Bobbie Sue was delighted to hear that not only did the mother superior know of Father Murphy, but she seemed to think that his journal had been donated to the library. Bobbie Sue thanked her and hung up the phone more excited then ever.

Bobbie Sue walked back into the library and ran into the director. "I'm taking off now. You'll remember to lock up and shut the place down?"

"Of course," she replied. "Can I get the keys to the rare book display? There's a journal that I want to check out. " Bobbie Sue waited while the director removed the key from her key ring. "Thanks," she said, palming the key.

"Just be sure to get it back to me and be careful. Some of those books are falling apart."

"No problem. Have fun at the game. Go Cocks!"

"Go Cocks," whispered the director. The women were using their library voices. "All the patrons have left except for Melvin."

Bobbie Sue nodded. She locked the door after the director and headed towards the rare book display. She spied Melvin at one of the computer terminals down an aisle. "We're closing up Melvin," she called to him.

He turned to look at her, pushing his glasses higher up his nose. "Aw man, I was just getting started. Can't I leave when you do?"

"Well I'm doing some research and might be here for hours. Don't you want to go to the game?"

"Naw, football bores me. I just don't see the fascination with moving balls around fields, diamonds, or courts. Can't I stay here... with you?"

Bobbie Sue winced. She had a lot of respect for Melvin's mind, but his voice was high pitched and grating. He was the kind of person so annoying you just wanted to punch and apparently Melvin did have some problems with bullies at school. "Alright, just let me know when you're ready to leave and I'll let you out."

"Thanks Mrs. Kindle. Hehehe," he giggled for no apparent reason.

Bobbie Sue winced again. His laugh was worse then his voice. She nodded and headed towards the cabinet. Father Murphy's journal wasn't readily apparent. It was tucked in the back of the old books, covered in years of dust. The book was leather bound and had a gold cross on the cover. She blew the dust off the book and opened it. Something fell out of the book at her feet. Bobbie Sue reached down to pick it up and saw that it was an old tintype photograph. When she turned it over, she gasped in horror.

The picture showed the hanging. 

The picture encompassed the entire oak tree and the dark form of Prospero Black was visible hanging from a rope. She could see the backs of onlookers heads. A priest she assumed was Murphy was staring at the hanging man's penis which was hard as a rock and though it wasn't clear in the picture, the man's penis appeared to be a monster. Two beautiful blonde women were crying behind the hanging man and appeared to be trying to reach the slave, but a powerfully built white man was holding them back. Bobbie Sue shivered. The slave's body wasn't straight, his legs were kicking. He wasn't dead yet!

Bobbie Sue gulped and felt a little ill. She headed for the reception desk, looking down the aisle at Melvin, suddenly glad another person was in the room with her even if it was a skinny wimp like Melvin. She sat down in a chair behind the desk and flipped open the book. Most of it was irrelevant to her story though she did find this passage interesting:

June 1855- Phineas Cox showed me around his plantation today while his two lovely daughters Betty and Samantha Cox prepared our dinner. What I saw disgusted me. His slaves were out in the fields working on the cotton crop and in several places, the male slaves had dropped their britches and were plowing the female slaves from behind like animals. The females appeared to be loving it and were thrusting back into the slaves thrusts with as much lust as the males were showing. I have always found slavery a deplorable thing, but seeing this sort of behavior reaffirmed my belief that Africans were subhumans, little better then animals. I crossed myself when the nearest male slave pulled his still spurting phallus from a woman and all I could think of was the black bulls back home in the fields of Derry. Col Cox laughed at my discomfort. He explained to me that the first Cox had come to settle this county in the mid-1600's and started a farm. To help him on the farm, he purchased several slaves and the males had phalluses about this big. Col Cox held his hands about seven inches apart. Then his son bought some more endowed slaves both female and male and mated them with the sons and daughters of the original group. Their children had phalluses about this big. Cox spread his hand an inch further apart and he kept spreading them another inch every several generations. And this is the end result, he held his hands out towards his slaves as another male pulled down his pants and a huge foot long penis began rising to attention. A buxom negress took him in her mouth to speed him along. I informed Col. Cox that interfering with god's design would bring ill luck. He scoffed at me and told me that his most perfect creation had escaped him several years ago. A slave named Prospero, Cox having named all his slaves after Shakespearean characters, had escaped his plantation and Cox had a bounty out across the South for anyone who could bring Prospero back unharmed. Then Cox held his hands apart at a length impossible to believe to show me the length of Prospero's phallus. "Testicles as big as cannon balls too," Cox told me. "Big and heavy and full of more seed then a bull. He would have been my best breeder." I vowed to make a quick effort to leave this foul place as soon as possible after dinner while Cox stared at his slaves rutting like animals with a smug grin on his face.

Bobbie Sue blinked her eyes. She wouldn't have believed the story except for the tintype photo showing what looked like an arm sticking out between Prospero's legs. She recalled the newspaper articles about the large size of the black resident's penises. Could it possibly be true? She returned to the journal and moved ahead to get closer to the time of the hanging. She found an intriguing entry about Caleb Summers capturing Prospero.

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Caleb Summers asked me to bless him. He said he felt a taint on hisself at what he'd seen with his own eyes in New Orleans where they captured Prospero. He was but a shell of the man he had been since the hanging. The former strapping young man had gained a paunch and was losing his hair. He repeatedly asked to see his wife, but I refused. Caleb had married Betty Cox and was set to build his own plantation out near the lake when a messenger came telling Phineas Cox that the escaped slave he was searching for was living in New Orleans. After nearly seven years of searching the poster: Wanted escaped slave named Prospero. No distinguishing features except for a 14" phallus, had hit pay dirt. Caleb quickly volunteered to bring back the fugitive to make his father happy. I'm sure he wouldn't have been so eager if he'd known he was bringing back a devil that would corrupt his beautiful young wife and her sister. 

Prospero was living in the quarter of New Orleans where the free people of color dwelt. Caleb summers brought along Zeb Swallows, Jake Kindle, and James McGuire to help him bring back the slave. The messenger had informed them that they would find the slave in Congo Square on Sunday night. This is what he told me:

We needn't have asked directions as the music coming from the square led us directly to it. We rode our horses watching the steady stream of blacks, creoles, mulattos, and much to our surprise plenty of whites and judging by their dress the whites were well off, all approaching Congo Square. Being mounted we had a better view of the square and I could see that the blacks had formed a circle with dancers in the center and men beating drums around the edges. Everyone was swaying, clapping, or stomping their feet. Of Prospero, there was no sign. 

Suddenly, the crowd fell silent. There was not a noise from hundreds of people. A hushed murmur started when the crowd parted and a black woman stepped into the circle carrying a huge snake. She wasn't young, around sixty I'd guess, but she moved like a much younger woman and I could see that she had been a great beauty when she was younger. "Who is that," I asked a nearby negro. He looked at me in surprise. "Why that is Marie Laveau, our priestess," he replied.

Marie Laveau continued to dance around the circle with her snake. A roar went from the crowd which parted and another black woman stepped into the circle. She was absolutely stunning and I couldn't take my eyes off her. She resembled the older woman so much, I knew she must be her daughter. Then the young woman dropped her robe and forgive me father for I couldn't not take my eyes off this beauty, black though she was. She held her arms up to the sky as the drums started again and a chanting arose from the crowd. Marie held out the snake to her daughter who took it and the foul creature wrapped it's sinuous body around the poor woman but she reacted like it was giving her pleasure. She stepped backwards with the snake, the crowd parting and the beautiful young woman disappeared.

The crowd wailed as one and there was a disturbance where the girl had disappeared. They began chanting, "Zombi Damballah, Zombi Damballah" Over and over again the crowd chanted. I saw Mcguire crossing himself and I followed suit. Where the disturbance was occurring a head began rising above the crowd. A bearded black man slowly rose up sitting on a wood throne on a wood platform being raised by the negroes.

He was nude and sat astride the throne like a king. His massive cock fell between his legs. Zeb whispered, "Looks like we found our missing nigger."

The crowd passed the platform around from hand to hand, making it appear to be a ship listing on a sea of black, brown, and white flesh. All the while they continued their chant of "Zombi Damballah." The platform turned to face Marie Laveau and a woman rose up from the crowd. Hands lifted Marie's beautiful daughter up and onto the platform where she kneeled at Prospero's feet. She was still nude, but the snake had disappeared. A clay jar was handed up to the nude woman who took it and dipped her hand into the contents. Then she took her slick hands and began coating Prospero's evil black cock. The crowd fell silent again as the mighty phallus began to rise and harden. When it had grown as large as a boy's arm, the woman kissed the bulbous tip and began stroking it with her hands. The platform moved to the edge of the circle.

Marie Laveau then began removing her clothes. When she was nekked, she held her hands up to the sky. "Ici me Damballah créateur de toute vie," she shouted. The negro nearby placed his palms together as if praying. He translated her words. "Here me Damballah, creator of all life." "Nous attendre à recevoir votre bénédiction. Montrez-nous votre amour puissant Damballah. Nous baptiser avec vos graines" Marie kneeled before the raised platform upon which her daughter was jerking off Prospero's dark cock.

A dozen young women moved into the circle, dropping their clothes and joining Marie on their knees before the platform. "What did she say," I shouted at the negro. He replied, "We wait to receive your blessing. Show us your love mighty Damballah. Baptise us with your seed." And then Prospero's cock blew.

Marie's daughter had thrown her head to the ground just as his phallus exploded. Now I had seen bulls jerked off for their semen and I'm telling you, there was more seed shooting from Prospero's cock then I ever saw come from a bull. It shot out from the head in wad after wad, flying over the daughter's prostrate body and breaking up over the kneeling black women. His sperm rained down upon them, splattering against their bare skin. It was indeed a baptism and as the thick seed touched them, they began moaning, crying out in pleasure, until they fell to the ground, writhing in ecstasy.

When I looked back up at Prospero. Marie's daughter had taken his cock in her mouth and was sucking it back to erection. When he was hard, she began stroking him again. The "blessed" women, except for the voodoo priestess Laveau, moved back into the crowd and another dozen took their place. The process repeated itself and after they'd been blessed, another dozen took their place. Prospero's cock was jerked off a total of six times and there was no lessening in the amount of his ejaculate. I knew that old Colonel Cox would be pleased with this prime specimen of his family's breeding program.

Things moved quickly after that. Prospero's throne was slowly lowered, disappearing into the crowd. "Don't let him get away," I shouted at the men. We moved the horses forwards into a rapidly dispersing crowd. We need not have worried. Prospero hadn't gone anywhere. Marie's daughter had climbed onto his cock and was bouncing in his lap. Prospero's bearded face was buried in a bosom that rivaled any of the Cox family women. There were plenty on onlookers, including many whites. I didn't know at the time how she could have taken such a monster inside her. I thought black women must a been different or something. Now I know better seeing as how my wife and her sister took it... and loved it."

"You did indeed see the devil's work, Caleb," I told him. "Let us never forget that there is evil in the world. What happened next?"

"Well father, we waited and watched the two negroes fucking like rabbits and as soon as the negress climbed off him, we grabbed him. Prospero didn't put up much of a fight. It was almost like he was expecting us. I manacled his hands behind his back and was throwing him over my horse when the remaining crowd started crying out. That's when I saw her. Laveau reappeared. "You cannot take Damballah from us, white man," she shouted. We ignored her until the voodoo priestess pointed at one of her followers, a dark skinned black man in tattered clothing. He screamed and charged us. Jake just pulled out a revolver and shot him in the chest. She pointed at a woman this time. The woman screamed and charged, but Jake shot her in the face. I realized this would go on forever, so I took out my gun and pointed it at Laveau. That taught the old witch a lesson and she finally quit sending her followers after us. She just watched us as we rode off."

"Clearly what you witnessed was a satanic rite, Summers. You're a brave man and Christ loves brave men," I told him trying to comfort him, but even I was unnerved by what he had seen. "Did anything happen after that?"

"Not much. We grabbed a hold of an extra horse for him to ride, but I never removed the shackles for a week lest he cast some spell on us. We tipped broth into his mouth for food. We never put clothes on him and had to watch that big cock of his swell up all the time. It'd get hard several times a day and it seemed to pain him that he couldn't take care of it. Once I said to him, "We'll be back on Cox plantation in a couple days Prospero, better not give the Colonel a hard time. None of that Zombee Dumbala shit. Your name is Prospero Black."

"I knows my name, Summers," his head was down, but he stared up at me.

"You call me, master, nigger."

"I knows my name, massa. It is Prospero. It would be a sin on my soul to take the name Zombi Damballah. Papa Damballah is the creator of life. I am no god, massa."




The Coxville Curse Ch. 01



"No you ain't boy. There is only one true god and it ain't no Dammed balla. Why in god's name were they calling you that then?"

At that point Prospero held his head up and looked at me all uppity. "They were not calling me Zombi Damballah, they were calling my cock Damballah. My cock is the black snake, symbol of Damballah, creator of life. It deserves to be worshipped and I am but it's wielder, it's humble servant, subservient to it's will, the will of god."

"You're crazy is what you is." But then I watched as his cock hardened again and it remained hard, thrust up over the saddle for half a day before it finally lost it's steel. I didn't feel right after that talk and I avoided Dambal... Prospero unto we got home. Cox was away and I was eager to see my beautiful Betty and bury my head in her bosom to lose the taint of the evil I seen In New Orleans. We let Prospero dip himself in the creek and then tied him in the barn to a pole. We didn't want any of the other slaves to know he was back. I then went to see Betty."

Summers wasn't meeting my eye and I knew he was holding something back. "Is there anything you aren't telling me, Mr. Summers?"

"I- I couldn't do anything."

"What do you mean?"

"With Betty. We ran up to her bedroom and eagerly stripped our clothes off. Betty was a lusty woman and we were trying to have a baby, but I couldn't perform. We kissed and I played with her tits- sorry father- but the image of Damballah kept appearing in my mind. I didn't feel like a man. I didn't feel I could please her with my inferior penis. I'm a white man and I felt inferior to a black man."

"It's not your fault my son. The Cox family didn't know what they were getting themselves into when they started that godforsaken breeding program of theirs."

"Father, it's been a year and only now has my penis started acting normal again. I've met a nice woman and I still want to start a family."

"I believe we have grounds for an annulment, Mr. Summers."

"Thank you, Father." Summers stood to leave. He turned to me and asked," Father, how is my wife?"

"Sister Betty is well. Sister Samantha still struggles with her demons nightly."

"Forgive me father, but that slut can burn in hell for all I care."

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Bobbie Sue reread the part about New Orleans and swore she heard the crowd cheering as Zombi Damballah was raised above them on his platform. The crowd cheered again and she realized she was hearing tonight's game. The high school was over a mile away, but the noise was still loud. The Cocks must be doing pretty well, she thought. This is a home game and they wouldn't be cheering that loudly for the Beavers.

Bobbie's husband would be cheering on the Cocks. She sent him off a quick text, explaining she was involved in some research at the library and would be home late.She wanted to see if Father Murphy mentioned anything about the hanging and the curse or what exactly happened to the Cox sisters.

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Todd stepped back and raised his arm up to throw the football, but none of the black players on his team were where they should have been. Suddenly, Samson broke free and was clear. Todd threw the ball watching it reach the apex of it's arc and glide perfectly into Samson's arms. Then a Beaver was on him and Todd found himself staring at the night sky. The crowd went crazy. He slowly climbed to his feet. At first he was angry, that hadn't been the play they were supposed to do. Samson was running along the sidelines to Coach Black. Todd watched, expecting the Coach to ream Samson out, but instead they high-fived each other. At first Todd was pissed and then it hit him. Samson had just won the game and earned Todd a blow job. The thought of Kitty's lips wrapped around his dick cheered the Cocks' quarterback up and he limped off the field. Samson was being hoisted onto the shoulders of two of their team members as the crowd in the stands went crazy.

Over the loudspeakers the announcer was saying, "The Coxville Cocks have come away with an upset victory over the Bartown Beaver team. Thanks in part to the outstanding performance by our MVP of the game, Samson West!"

Todd was still a little shaken up by the tackle, but was recovering fast. He ran into Samson at the locker room. He was so looking forward to his blowjob that he wasn't the least bit angry at Samson anymore. He just wanted to shower and meet Kitty as soon as possible. "Good game bro," he told Samson. "You just won me a blowjob. I owe ya one."

Samson smirked back at him. "You lucky pencil dick. I wish I could get me some of dat."

"She's all mine bro. She's all mine." Todd and the rest of the team hit the showers, but their MVP had disappeared.

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Kitty was sitting on the bench while her squad was still cheering Samson and the Cocks. She stared in shock as the powerfully built black man was lifted onto his teammates shoulders. Samson glanced her way and gave her the thumbs up.

"Kitty, are you ok? You look like you've just seen a ghost. Kitty! Kitty!"

Kitty's mother Jenny was leaning over her shoulder. "I just... I didn't think we would win," Kitty told her mom. "I don't feel so good." Kitty noticed her mother turning to greet her father as he approached. Her mother had left her keys sitting on the bench. She quickly snagged them and snuck off to meet Samson.

"Jenny, darling, what an amazing game," said Harold, putting an arm around his wife's shoulder. "Our we keeping our plans for the night?"

"Yes, I should be done here soon. Kitty's not feeling well and we can go as soon as she gets back."

Harold suddenly found himself choking as a thick muscular arm wrapped around his neck. "Gimme all your money," said a deep voice.

"Don't hurt me," gasped Harold.

Cocky jerk, thought Jenny staring at the enormous black man. "Don't be such a wimp Harold, it's only Coach Black."

Coach Black was a hugely muscled man who kept his head shaved and sported an devilish goatee. He was a graduate of Coxville High and had left the county to play professional football. He was just an average player and his career only lasted five years. He came back to town this past summer just as the old coach was retiring. Principal Long called up Black and offered him the job of football coach. He was an arrogant man, full of himself, but he was a good coach and he knew football. Jenny's biggest problem with him was that he clearly favored Samson West over her daughter's boyfriend Todd for quarterback. Though judging by tonight's game, Coach Black may have been right. Samson was clearly the most motivated player on the field. 

"Sorry to break up the party, lovebirds, but it's time to get this place cleaned up," said Black.

"But we have plans for tonight," whined Harold, still trying to extricate himself from Black's arm.

"That's not my job, Coach," complained Jenny. 

"It is when we're short staffed. You know Principal Long didn't want to hire anyone else and I'm not about to have my team spoil their fun after their victory tonight."

Jenny looked around to get her cheerleaders to help, but they had already split to meet their boyfriends. "Fine," she said, contritely.

Harold finally slid out from under Black's arm. "I guess I'll see you at home, Jenny."

"I'll try to hurry, Harold. Maybe we can salvage the movie at least and get barbecue another night." 

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Kitty sat on the bench in the girl's locker room fidgeting nervously. I'm an idiot, she thought to herself. What was I thinking betting a blow job on a game's outcome and with a black man. Mom and dad would kill me if the caught me with a black man. 

The door open and Samson stepped into the room. He was still in his grass stained uniform pants, but had stripped down to a white tank top and his black skin had a sweaty sheen to it. The tank top tightly hugged Samson's impressively muscular chest. "S'up Kitty, I see your ready to get them lips on my cock," he said while squeezing an impressive bulge. 

Kitty gulped in horror. A part of her had expected he wouldn't even show up. "No way, I made that bet when I was drunk. You can't hold me to it. Come on Samson?" Kitty found her pleas were falling on deaf ears. "Todd is a friend of yours!"

"And he's always talking shit about what a great lay you are. We safe in here?"

Kitty sighed. "I stole mom's keys and she's probably gone home with my dad. Come on lets get this over with." Kitty felt a little sick as Samson stepped in front of her. He wasn't backing down. "This can't get out, Samson. No one can know. This can't get back to my mom or Todd. Do you understand?" He didn't answer her, just stared down at her looking up at him. His crotch was even with her face. "Answer me or the deal's off."

"I understand, Kitty. No pretty white girl gonna want anyone to know she sucked off some nigga from the Westside of town."

"Nothing personal, but the races don't mingle much in Coxville. Go ahead and take it out."

Samson grinned down at her. "Nope. You take it out."

"Come here then." Kitty waited until he took a step closer. For the first time she noticed the bulge in his crotch. It was impressive, as if Samson had an unusually large cup under his uniform pants. Kitty pulled out the top off his uniform and for the first time felt a strange tingle of excitement run up her spine. It was the excitement one felt when doing something forbidden. Kitty reached in and grabbed the large tube that was rapidly hardening inside the pants. "What the fuck! No way that's your dick!" Kitty couldn't believe what she was feeling. She yanked his pants down while pulling his shaft out. "Jesus! That's twice Todd's size!" she exclaimed with amazement. Samson's black dick completely dwarfed her boyfriend's and to make matters worse, it was still getting bigger.

"Never seen a black cock before have ya," laughed Samson, loving the look of awe on the pretty blonde's face. He'd never seen a white hand holding his cock and he decided he liked the contrast. "'bout time the women around here found out what the black men are packing. Well get to work." Samson reached down and pulled his shirt off and over her head.

Kitty leaned forwards, but held back. "How about if I just jerk it off? It's too big for my mouth anyway."

"No deal a bet's a bet, Kitty."

Kitty brought her face up just under the crown and let her tongue slide along his cock. Jerk didn't even shower, she thought, but his body odor smelled very manly. She licked up to the crown and let her tongue encircle it before stretching her mouth wide open and letting the head slide inside her mouth. Soon she was sucking the tip of Samson's foot long cock and trying to stop herself from enjoying this. The big black cock was leaking voluminous amounts of precum and she couldn't help thinking how good and salty it tasted. His precum was rivaling one of Todd's entire orgasms, but she guessed a penis as big as Samson's must require a lot of lubrication.

"Your pretty pink lips look so good on my dick," said Samson trying to rub it in. Seeing the stuck up Kitty Summers with her lips wrapped around the end of his cock was a thrill he thought he'd never feel. Plus the thought of Kitty subconsciously comparing Samson to Todd when she went back to her boyfriend was revenge for Todd stealing the quarterback position from him. It hadn't occurred to him that Kitty might actually enjoy it. Hoping to humiliate her a little more, Samson said, "Get some more of this big dick. Open wide." He grabbed the back of Kitty's pony tailed blonde head and forced more of his cock down her throat. He could see her struggling not to gag and the strain showed on her pretty face. Finally, Kitty couldn't take anymore. She yanked her head back until his black cock sprang free and she coughed trying to catch her breath. "I thought you were good at this," said Samson.

Kitty panted while holding the base of his cock and looking at it still slightly in awe at it's size. "I'm not used to one this big!"

"I know. I seen Todd's little prick in the shower. Me and the brothers call him pencil dick."

"That's not nice," said Kitty, sliding off the bench and onto her knees. She took Samson's cock back in her mouth and began bobbing her head.

"That's better. Get down on your knees," he said, enjoying the sensation of having the hottest girl in school kneeling before him while sucking his cock. Kitty had one hand on his hip. He watched her slide her hand along his stomach, feeling his hard muscles. He loved the contrast of her small white hand on his brown skin and she seemed just as fascinated. "You know it's true, Kitty. Todd has a little pencil dick compared to a black cock. Next time you have his little dick in your mouth, I want you to remember what it was like having a real man's cock shoved down your throat." She was looking up at him, listening to his every word. "Suck that black cock. Tighten them lips up." Kitty continued looking up at him as she obeyed his commands. Her lips closed harder around his cock as she began to suck faster, never breaking eye contact and it finally dawned on Samson, that she might be enjoying this.

Kitty suddenly pulled back, breathing heavily. "I need to catch my breath," she gasped. She never released his cock. In fact, she brought both hands over to it and gripped his shaft tightly while jerking him off. "It only takes one hand to jerk Todd off," she said, staring at her hands sliding along his black shaft. Kitty suddenly grinned. "He didn't last this long either."

A grin slowly spread across Samson's face as he let the tough guy image drop and they two of them grinned at each other sheepishly all the while her hands continued jerking him off. "I gotta warn you. I cum buckets." One of her hands released his cock and slid under it to heft his heavy balls, feeling how full they were. "You should take that uniform off or it's gonna get messy," he said.

Kitty arched her back and quickly pulled her top off until her large tits sprang free. "You just want to see my tits," she said, smiling.

Fuck yeah, thought Samson staring at her big white DD breasts. Fuck! She had pink nipples. He'd never believed he would ever have a big pair of white tittys with pink nipples to play with. "Fuck yeh. I wanna see dem tits-wrapped around my cock." Samson stooped slightly so that he could push his cock between her bosom. He squeezed her big beautiful breasts together and began titty fucking her. Kitty didn't protest. Instead she bent her head down and took the thrusting tip of his cock back in her mouth.

The pair suddenly froze. Someone was checking the door. Finding it locked, the person moved on. Kitty went back to sucking Samson's cock while he slid it between her breasts. This went on for several minutes, but Samson was starting to hurt while he squatted and Kitty's back was aching while she arched it. Slowly, his cock straightened out until he wasn't titty fucking her and she was just blowing him again. Something had changed though. Kitty was trying to take more of him down her throat. Samson noticed one of her hands had slipped between her legs. The horny slut was fingering herself while she sucked him. It was too much for a young man like Samson. He couldn't hold back any longer. "Fuck! Yes! I'm bout to cum Kitty. Ready?"

Kitty was already feeling the strain of taking nearly his entire cock down her throat. Sweat beaded her forehead and tears were running down her eyes. Wait! Your cock is in my throat! She thought. Kitty hadn't planned on actually swallowing a black man's sperm, but it was too late. His cock was jerking in her throat.

"I'm cu-cumming," groaned Samson. "Aargh! Fuck!" He was shooting the biggest load of his young life.

Kitty felt her belly filling with his warm seed. He shot more sperm in one load then she'd seen Todd cum over their entire relationship. Suddenly her pussy started spasming around her fingers. Yes! She thought, wanting to scream in pleasure. I'm cumming too." Kitty shuddered from the powerfully intense orgasm as Samson pulled his cock back until just the head was in her throat. Cum was still pouring forth from the head and she could taste him and it was better then anything she'd ever tasted before. She liked the taste of Todd's semen, but there was so little of it. Samson's filled her belly and her mouth several times over. Todd was a famine, but Samson, a feast.

"Damn! You suck dick like a fucking pro," said Samson, a little jealous. Todd had been right about Kitty's cock sucking skills.

Kitty looked up at him while continuing to suck the head of his cock, wanting to drain it of every last drop. 

I got to know she thought. What have I been missing out on? Could I take something this big? Jesus! I want this big black cock in my pussy. Kitty finally fell back on her ass and his big cock plopped out of her mouth. 

"Fuck that was good." Samson looked down at his cock, still big and hard, but it had lost some of it's steel.

Kitty was staring at it adoringly. "I can't believe I came by giving you head."

Samson really liked the way she was staring at his cock. She suddenly turned over and got on all fours with her ass facing him The next thing she said completely floored him and made his dick stand straight up again. "Fuck me! Fuck me with your big black cock."

Samson reached over and pulled her panties down, while pushing her skirt up over her tight ass. "What about Todd?"

"Forget Todd! I want to feel your big black cock inside me."

***************

Bobbie Sue flipped back through Father Murphy's journal trying to find the part about the hanging. She glanced up from her seat at the circulation desk and caught Melvin staring at her from his seat at a computer down the aisle across from her. Students stared at her all the time, even the black ones. She liked catching them to make them uncomfortable. She went back to the journal and soon found the date of the hanging exactly 150years ago today.

Here's what it said...

I heard they had caught Prospero Black fornicating with Cox's daughters. I quickly mounted my horse and rode with a gathering crowd to see the hanging. Colonel Cox had quickly rode back to his plantation when word reached him that his prize nigger bull had been recaptured. Apparently he had burst into his barn only to find his two daughters slobbering all over Prospero's black nigger cock. Rumors were rampant. Hettie Parker claimed to have seen witches circling the barn last night. Others claimed that the daughters hadn't just fornicated with Prospero, but that they drained the seed out of a nearly a half dozen of Cox's prime negro bulls.

The Plantation's population could rightly be considered that of a small town and it seemed nearly everyone was making a beeline for the oak tree before the Cox mansion. I could see Prospero sitting proud and tall on a horse with a rope around his neck, chest bare and wearing trousers, but what struck me the most was the sight of the girls. I crossed myself and felt a stirring in my loins. Betty Summers was being held by her strapping young husband, Caleb. Nearby, the other Cox daughter Samantha Small was being held back by another man. The girls were wearing next to nothing. Sheer white silk night clothes covered their buxom bodies. The swollen mounds of their breasts were visible under the silk and I tried not to stare. They also wore white leggings that had gotten torn at some point. Both women were struggling in the arms of their husbands and appeared half mad. At some point, I assumed they had been foaming at the mouths for their chins were crusted with a flaky white substance. "What is going on here?" I demanded.

Caleb appeared to have conflicting emotions on his face as he held his struggling wife. He looked distraught, sad, horrified, and angry. "I caught my wife and her sister servicing that nigger's cock," he practically screamed at me.




The Coxville Curse Ch. 01



"Surely that's impossible," I muttered in disbelief. Proper white Southern ladies wouldn't sleep with a black male slave or even a free black for that matter. 

"It's true, I caught the whores," said a voice off to my side. I turned to look and saw the old Colonel himself riding up. He was leading a contingent of slaves, nearly a hundred, men women and children. They were marching along the cornfield on the mansion's West side. Armed overseers were mounted and leading them to witness justice come to Prospero Black. Many of the townsfolk had guns too. "I was selling some goods in Bartown when Caleb came to tell me that he had captured Prospero and tied him up in the barn. We rode back as fast as we could, but it was after midnight when arrived. Caleb led me to the barn to see my prize black bull and what did we see when we opened the doors? I didn't see no slave tied up and waiting punishment by his master. I saw a nigger sitting like he was a king on a bale of hay with my two daughters slurping on his cock." At that point, Prospero snickered as he waited to be hung. Cox stopped talking and glared at him angrily.

"How did he escape," I asked.

Cox scrunched up his face which made him look like pure evil. He spit on the ground and dismounted his horse. "He claims that my daughters untied him."

"Surely, that can't be true," I replied.

"It's true," yelled Samantha. "I freed the black master." There came a collective gasp from the crowd. Samantha continued. "My black master rewarded us by letting Betty and I service his divine cock."

"My womb is filled with his divine seed," shouted Betty. Caleb suddenly spun his wife around and smacked her hard across her cheek. She fell to her knees clutching her face.

"As is mine." Samantha surveyed the crowd, still struggling in her husband's arms. "I pray that my black master has made me gravid and that I shall bear him a son."

I hadn't even realized it, but I had taken out my sturdy wooden cross and was holding it out towards the mad women to protect me from their evil. "How can this be?" I whispered to myself. 

Hettie Parker answered me. "They are bewitched. Hang the NIGGER!!"

"Hang him, hang him," shouted the still growing crowd.

I felt there was an evil present, but to some extent I believed it was coming from Phineas Cox. He had brought this on himself. He and his family had bred these slaves. The Cox family had created the monster that had brought down their beautiful daughters. "Betty, Samantha," I said trying to calm myself. "Are you bewitched? Did this black devil cast a spell on you?"

Samantha threw back her head and laughed. "My black master is no devil. He is a superior male. They have covered his cock to hide this truth from you. Remove his pants and reveal Damballah and you will see why I am his slave."

"Repent and I can save you," I told them. 

Betty and Samantha both laughed. "Enough!" shouted Cox. "Line the slaves up," he told his men.

I glanced as he lined the slaves up to watch the hanging and noticed something odd about the males. They were all bald. The only males with hair were the children and Prospero who also sported a thick dark beard.

"Why are they shaved?" I asked.

Cox grunted and looked over at me. "I'm told they all shaved their heads this morning. Othello told the overseer that they were dedicating themselves to the service of Damballah. My man whipped Othello good, but the slaves refused to stop shaving their heads."

"How did they know Prospero had been recaptured and was in the barn?"

"Witchcraft," said Cox. "They just knew." He shrugged as if to say the question was irrelevant.

"Or one of the workers in the field saw him being led in." I still refused to believe that witchcraft was involved in this even though Prospero deserved to be hung for his crimes.

"They tried to rescue him," said Cox, pointing to a group of half a dozen bald slaves, surrounded by men with guns. "But what they found was my two daughter's had already freed him. He gave them my daughter's bodies for their pleasure as a reward." 

"That can't be true."

"I have taken their nigger cocks in all my holes," screamed Samantha.

I stepped back and held my cross up again. Merciful god save us. These women were bewitched! Two hundred years ago, my church would be burning them for their crimes. Worse, they were still under his spell. "Kill the black devil and your daughters may yet be saved," I calmly told the Colonel.

"I'll do the honors myself," said Cox. He slung his rifle across his back and walked over to slap the horse.

"Prospero Black do you repent? Do you admit that you are a sinner and in league with the devil? Do so and I will pray that god will have mercy on your soul." I stared at the proud black slave- no, he wasn't a slave. This man could never be enslaved. I clutched my cross tightly until the knuckles on my fingers turned white.

"I will no repent," he replied, haughtily. "For I am no allied with yo devil, white man. You created me," he said, nodding his head towards Cox. "This is yo doing."

"Are you willing to die with your sins still upon your soul?"

"I be no afraid," he said, looking down on me. "When I die I will become one with da land. I have planted my seed upon this place and I shall make it mine."

"Get on with it," I told Cox. "A storm's coming." Dark clouds were rolling in fast and the wind was picking up.

"Then it's time," said Phineas. "Oh and there's one last thing I want you to see before you die." Cox turned away from the doomed black man and looked to his men and the townsfolk. "Kill them. Kill them all."

I gazed at the old man in shock and then I heard a gun go off and then another. I turned to see smoke rising from several rifles. The people were opening fire upon the slaves. Three of the ones who had tried to rescue Prospero were down. They were shooting at women and children also, but mostly the men. The slaves stood frozen in shock at first before they turned to flee into the cornfield. Luckily for them, the stalks were tall since it was so close to harvest. Armed, mounted men followed them into the corn and shots continued to ring out. At least two dozen blacks lay dead, mostly the shaven headed followers of Prospero, but there were also some women and at least three children. I turned my eyes back up at Prospero. He looked shocked, stunned by what he was witnessing and there were tears rolling down his cheeks. And then he started chanting.

Oh Damballah, kreyatè nan lavi yo," he said.

I stepped back for clearly this was the language of hell. He continued to chant, mumbling. His words were dark and evil. I could sense a demonic power in them. I held my cross up towards him. "Stop him," I shouted at Cox. Then I began reciting the 23rd Psalm. "Yea though I walk through the valley..."

Cox had been gleefully watching the end of his family's centuries old breeding program. He turned and looked up at Prospero before slapping the horse on the rump. The horse leaped away, leaving Prospero swinging. I stumbled in my prayer as the horse nearly ran me down. Impossibly, with a noose tightening around his neck and strangling him, Prospero continued speaking his curse. 

Events were happening quickly and I recite them while they are still fresh in my mind. Caleb Summers had released Betty as did Samantha's husband when Cox gave the order to fire. They pulled their pistols out and fired at the fleeing slaves, joining the blood crazed mob in their slaughter. The Cox daughter's were screaming hysterically, running towards their still swinging black master. Samantha reached him first. She threw her arms around his legs as if to lift him up and I wondered if she were trying to snap his neck, but instead she ended up pulling his pants down and she fell to the ground sobbing. As his pants fell, Prospero's big nigger cock swung up and out. It was fully erect as he strangled and the biggest I'd ever seen on any of Cox's slaves. There was a flash behind me as someone took a photograph of the hanging.

"Padonnen yo, papa yo, yo pa konnen sa y'ap fè." Were the last words he ever spoke. I watched as Prospero's eyes rolled up in his head and his tongue stuck out. Prospero died then swinging from the oak tree with Cox's two nearly nude daughters crying hysterically at his feet, but that wasn't the end of things. The moment he died, that big bull cock of his ejaculated. I'm ashamed to say, that my carnal desires have gotten the best of me when I was younger, before taking my vows of course, and I have seen my own ejaculate before, but the amount shooting from Prospero's cock could have filled a pail. It fell to the ground and where it hit, steam began to rise from the earth. The steam thickened, turning to mist, turning to a cloud. It was a heavy fog and the fog quickly surrounded the tree, spreading outwards from the oak. Everything it touched, disappeared from sight. It was unnatural. The fog quickly spread into the nearby cornfield and the shooting slowly came to a halt as the gunmen could no longer see any slaves to shoot at.

The townspeople started fleeing the mist. The was a flash and a boom that sent people to their knees in the dirt, ducking for cover. I heard a crack and could just make out the branch Prospero was hanging from breaking off, dropping his body to the ground. Then the heavens opened up releasing a torrential downpour as more lightning flashed in the sky and I joined the crowd, fleeing for the relative safety of their homes, though I headed for my church to seek safety and comfort in god.

When I awoke the next morning, the fog was gone and the town looked normal. Caleb Summers brought his wife and sister to me. They still looked distraught, but had calmed down. They hadn't bathed, their hair was unkempt, and they still had that white crust on their chins. Luckily, to keep my lust in check, white shifts had been thrown over their scantily clad bodies. Caleb gave their custody over to me and I promised that I would take them to the convent and say prayers for their safety daily. He then informed me that Colonel Cox had shot himself last night. Caleb told me that the old man had retired to his sitting room, taken out the pistol he had used during the Mexican war, polished it for over an hour, and then stuck the barrel in his mouth, pulling the trigger. 

I told him I would be by to say some words over the old man's body. Suicide is a mortal sin and I feared the devil had taken his soul for it, but I could almost understand why he did it. 

While it is still strong in my memory, I commit to paper the words of Prospero the negro devil as he spoke them while in the process of being hung...

Oh Damballah, kreyatè nan lavi yo... 

****************

Bobbie Sue read and reread the words of Prospero, but she could not make any sense of them. It would take a genius to decipher this... Yes! A genius was precisely what she needed.

"Melvin," she called. He jumped with a start and looked up from his computer. "Can you come here a moment?"

"Of course, Mrs. Kindle," he answered her in his nasally voice. The skinny little black teen stood from his desk and briskly walked down the book filled aisle towards her.

"What can I do you for?" he asked when he arrived at the circulation desk.

"I want to know if you can translate this for me?" She handed the journal over to him and he glanced down at the words Prospero had spoken as they tried to hang him. 

"It doesn't look like any language I recognize." He squinted at the words, his eyes looking larger then normal through the lens of his eye glasses. "A bit looks French. I don't know. I can give it a try."

"I'd appreciate it. Let me make a copy of this page."

"Anything for you Mrs. Kindle. He he he."

Bobbie Sue winced at his grating laugh. She put the journal page face down on the copier and made a copy of the curse. She examined the copy to make sure she'd gotten it all and handed it over to Melvin. "Here you go. Now put that genius brain to work."

"Will do. He he he." He saluted her, spun around, and marched back to his computer.

Bobbie Sue went back to the journal. She began leafing through it hoping to find out more information. It was mostly concerned with the faithful of the county, revenue generated from the convent's services, etc. She did find a few interesting pieces of information.

November 1859- Phineas Cox's younger brother, Franklin arrived today to take possession of the Cox Plantation.

January 1860- Franklin Cox returned today with some captured slaves that had fled his older brother's massacre. 

June 1860- Samantha Cox Small gave birth to twin boys today. The sisters helped her as best they could, but it was a difficult pregnancy. Though mulatto, the boys favor their father and are as dark skinned as a full blooded negro. The always difficult Samantha gave them their father's last name of Black, though she did give them good biblical first names. The boys will be called Lazarus and Isaac Black. The good sister who acted as midwife confessed to me that she was shocked by the size of the boy's phallus's. She jokingly told me that she almost cut the first boy's penis off believing that it was his umbilical cord. 

June 1860- Betty Cox Summers gave birth to twin boys today just two days behind her sister. They resemble their cousins both in their dark skin and their large penises. Betty is the much more agreeable of the Cox sisters. She shamefully admitted to not knowing which slave had fathered the children and after staring at the long dangling penises of her sons, she chose the surname Long. In a way, what Betty finally chose to name them was worse then her sisters. She named the boys after her father and her husband. They are Phineas and Caleb Long. Old Phineas Cox must be spinning in his grave to have his half breed grandson named after him. I will see that all four boys are raised to serve god and not their evil father. Perhaps when they are old enough, I will send them out among the slaves to preach the word of god. The slaves may listen to one of their own and end their pagan ways.

Bobbie Sue flipped forward a few months and got to the part where Caleb Summers told Father Murphy about the capture of Prospero and asked for an annulment. There was nothing more of interest until she hit pay dirt several years later.

August 1864- I stood on the walls of the convent and watched as the smoke rose around the Cox Plantation. Betty and Samantha stood near me. Goodly Betty was crying, but Samantha remained impassive. The other sisters had gathered to watch as had the four mullato boys who were once the sons of Betty and Samantha, but were now the sons of the church and god. Nearly four years old, they had grown like corn stalks and looked several years older. Samantha refused to take her vows and still wore the white robes. Betty had committed herself to god and wore the gown of a true Sister Of Mercy. At the time, we all believed that the Mansion was burning, but later we discovered that the Yankees had only burned the surrounding buildings. They had ridden out that morning, freeing the slaves, who were busy looting nearby farms. The crops were also burning, and I cursed the drought that had left the fields dry. It was then that Sister Betty slowly approached me. "Father," she said. "I'm ready to confess my sins." I had always longed to discover what had happened in that barn the night Betty and Samantha freed Prospero. Now I would know. Maybe there would be a clue as to how the devil had bewitched the two young women. I was so eager to know, I immediately led her to the confessional.

The next page was titled, "The Confession Of Betty Cox."

Excited, Bobbie Sue began to read, but she was interrupted. "Excuse me, Mrs. Kindle," said Melvin. He had approached her silently and she wasn't aware of his presence.

"What!" she snapped.

Melvin was startled and he took a step back. "S-sorry to disturb you, but I translated the page for you."

"What?" she said again, more friendly this time. She glanced at the wall clock. "It's only been fifteen minutes!"

Melvin shrugged. "I put my brain on it. Well, that and google. He he he." He handed her the paper and she glanced at it eagerly. It was still in gibberish to her. Exasperated, she asked, "Melvin, what is this, some kind of joke?"

The paper read:

oh Damballah, kreyatè nan lavi yo.

lakansyèl sèpan ki la, koulèv la nwa.

plant pitit pitit ou sou peyi sa a.

Me pitit fi yo nan Èv ap plantureu ak fètil.

Me yo jwenn rekonfòte sèvi siperyè koulèv la nwa nan Damballah.

Pou vè yo blan nan pitit gason yo nan Adan ap kite yo vle.

Oh Damballah, kreyatè nan lavi yo.

Muri bellys yo nan pitit fi yo nan Ev.

Avèk pitit pitit an koulèv la nwa nan Damballah.

Ak pouvwa yo kreye nouvo lavi sèvi ou.

Oh Damballah, kreyatè nan lavi yo.

"Padonnen yo, papa yo, yo pa konnen sa y'ap fè." 

"No Mrs. Kindle, I have the English translation right here." He held up another piece of paper. "The language was Haitian Creole, but the problem was that the author had written it down from memory and with no knowledge of the proper spelling. Most of the words were completely wrong. I had to sound them out and take guesses as to how they were spelled."

Bobbie Sue might find Melvin grating and annoying, but the teenage boy had just phonetically sounded out misspelled words in a 150 year old journal, translated them to a language he wasn't familiar with and translated it into English. In 15 MINUTES! His brain was truly amazing. She smiled at him nicely and he smiled back. "Can I see the translation?"

Melvin handed her the translation.

oh Damballah, creator of life.

the rainbow serpent, the black snake.

plant your seed upon this land.

May the daughters of Eve be buxom and fertile.

May they find solace serving the superior black snake of Damballah.

For the white worms of the sons of Adam will leave them wanting.

Oh Damballah, creator of life.

Ripen the bellys of the daughters of Eve.

With the seed of the black snake of Damballah.

And may they create new life to serve you.

Oh Damballah, creator of life.

The last line irked and angered Bobbie Sue, a good Christian woman of faith. 

"Forgive them father. They know not what they do."

How dare he mock Jesus like that and set himself up like a messianic figure. Bobbie Sue reread it. "So there is a Coxville Curse," she said, out loud.

"What's this all about?" asked Melvin.

Bobbie Sue looked up at him. "Alright this is between you and me. I'm hoping to get a book out of this." And Bobbie Sue told him everything she had discovered so far.

"Fascinating," said Melvin. "Of course, there's no such thing as curses, but still a fascinating piece of our history."

"I don't believe in the curse either. For whoever does these things is an abomination to the lord," she quoted scripture. "But what does it mean?"

"It's clearly sexual. He he he." Melvin practically giggled when he said it.

"Is it? I'm sorry, but can you leave me alone?" Bobbie Sue couldn't stand to hear his laugh anymore. She was grateful though. "Thanks, you have been a big help. I'll be done soon and then I'll give you a lift home."

Bobbie Sue looked at the words again. The first lines were clearly beseeching his pagan god. 

Plant your seed upon this land. 

That sounded very much like he was praying that the land would be fertile. Nothing unusual there. 

May the Daughters of Eve be buxom and fertile. 

She'd heard that before or at least the first part. C.S. Lewis referred to Christian women as the daughters of Eve. The Christian women of this county were certainly buxom. Bobbie Sue looked down at her own huge breasts. Of course, buxom women seemed to run in the county's genealogy. 

May they find solace serving the superior black snake of Damballah.