Massachusetts United States of America. Freezing winter of 1691 to 1693.
Viewpoint of Samuel Pariss
Sitting in the chair of my office, eyes riveted upwards, I held in my right hand an object formed of a stove and a long pipe used to smoke tobacco. The steam exhaled, covering the whole room forming a curtain of smoke. In this room, a few hundred books are carefully arranged on the shelves attached to the walls. Kneeling down and holding the bottom of my hardened penis, Tituba, my black slave, opened her mouth cavity and swallowed almost all of it. This sensation of softness and warmth that her delicious mouth gave to the contact of my penis was unique. This unbearable feeling of pleasure made me shudder every time she came and went with her mouth. Tituba was a beautiful woman in her thirties with coffee black skin. Her eyeball was immaculately white and her retina brown. Her eyes were the most seductive and provocative. Her lips were full with a tiny mole at the bottom of her nose. She wore a shirt (knee-length underwear for working class people), a petticoat, an apron and a cap. Underneath this hideous attire was a well-balanced and buxom figure. Her shoulders and hips were well rounded. It was the best choice of slaves I could have made.
My father was a rich and famous cloth merchant. When he died I inherited a few acres of land in Barbados, the bulk of the estate going to my older sister. I bought two black slaves that I found in a sugar cane field and put my land into a lease. I then sold all of my land and moved to Boston with my two slaves. It was there that I met my wife Elizabeth Eldridge. We had two children together. The first was named Thomas and the second Betty. I was bored with the business world and negotiated with the Salem Village Council to become the village minister. This was granted. My older sister on the other hand was not at all prosperous with her share of the inheritance. She squandered her entire fortune with a stranger and sent my 13 year old niece Abigail to me to raise as my daughter. I agreed. Now I find myself feeding this little world and it's not over yet because Elizabeth is still pregnant with our third child.
My slave sensed my mind wandering for a short time and decided to intensify the back and forth movement with her small, dry hand. I was now on the verge of cumming when I ordered my slave to turn around and pull down her petticoat.
Viewpoint of Tituba
I have been serving the Pariss house for over fifteen years with fervor and dedication. My body and my freedom belong to this house and more precisely to this man, Samuel Pariss. Since I was 15 years old, he has always abused me. He is the first man I have ever known. With time I got used to this condition and sometimes I even enjoyed it. With time it was no longer rape but consensual sex. I found myself very jealous several times, when my master met his wife Lady Elizabeth and their little romance began. But there are things that do not change and remain forever. I was a slave and will remain so until I die. For more than fifteen years I have served the Pariss house with fervor and dedication. My body and my freedom belong to this house and more precisely to this man, Samuel Pariss. Since I was 15 years old, he has always abused me. He is the first man I have ever known. With time I got used to this condition and sometimes I even enjoyed it. With time it was no longer rape but consensual sex. I found myself very jealous several times, when my master met his wife Lady Elizabeth and their little romance began. But there are things that do not change and remain forever. I was a slave and I will remain a slave until I die.
After the birth of little master Thomas and little mistress Betty, things are back to normal. My master comes to comfort me now every evening to my great happiness. Especially now that lady Elizabeth is pregnant with their third child I have no more respite. The master invited me early this morning in his office. The room was filled with smoke which prevented me from breathing well and seeing his face. The master of the house was slumped in his office with a pipe in his hand. He was wearing a traditional knee-length breeches and a short jacket. On his head was a high felt hat. On his feet he wore two leggings made of wild animal skin. He had long brown hair that reached to his shoulder, a tapered nose and a chubby face. He began by removing his belt made of wool braided in the shape of an arrowhead with one hand. This was a signal for me so I reflexively knelt down in front of him to help him take out his tail. I begin to mechanically lick the whole contour with my tongue before putting it completely in my mouth. I make several movements of back and forth with my mouth so that he comes quickly. I did not want that lady Elizabeth surprises us. But he was slow to come so I intensified the movement with my hands.
The master wanted to cum so he asked me to undress. I took time to remove first my apron and then my shirt. My breasts were completely naked now. I unbuttoned my petticoat to reveal my intimacy. He then orders me to turn around and sit on his member. I turn around and spread my legs. I grabbed his penis to pull it into me but I was really tight. I felt like it was never going to go in. When I lifted my head to start moving my pelvis I saw the young mistresses Betty and Abigail peeking through the door. They watched me make their fathers cum from start to finish.
A few days after this scene, life returned to normal. The young mistresses didn't say anything to anyone, contrary to what I thought, but I didn't have any peace of mind at all. The master was really reckless last time. Why didn't he wait until nightfall to come to my apartments. I was asking myself a thousand and one questions in the kitchen while preparing the evening meal. I open the pot to let out the fragrant smell of my soup. I taste to see if the salt is good but there was not enough. But since I was a little far from the salt box, I closed my eyes to move it in the air to my hand. I added a little more to my soup and let it simmer when the high-pitched voices of the little mistresses Betty and Abigail startled me. I automatically turned around, caught in the act.
- "What did you just do Tituba?" shouted Abigail in a frightened tone.
- "Nothing. I'm just getting ready, can't you tell?" I said with a look of nothing at all.
- Don't play that game with us Tituba. You just made the salt bowl hover in the air." said Betty sporadically.
- Yes, we saw what you just did, don't take us for children!" added Abigail.
- "What the hell are you two talking about? You read too many fairy tales. Come on now, let me cook." I said, turning around with a worried face.
- "You must be a witch Tituba." shouted Betty in a loud voice that echoed through the house.
- What? But don't say that Miss Betty, you can get me in trouble." I said as I turned around with a start and looked at the two little brats.
- "Then tell us the truth Tituba. How did you do that? Is it witchcraft?" said Abigail in a curious tone.
- "Can you keep a secret?" said I, closing my eyes.
- "Yes, and you have the proof. Last time in my father's office I saw you but I haven't told my mother yet!" said Betty smiling.
- "Well yes it's true I am a witch. And I used magic to move the object. That's telekinesis. I'm sorry about the scene in the office with your father. I hope you won't say anything to Lady Elizabeth." I finally admitted with a sigh.
- "That's great!" shouted Abigail as she started hopping around with her cousin.
- "Teach us how to use magic." said Betty with a serious tone and look.
- "No that's completely out of the question." said I as I removed the pot from the fire.
- "Or we tell everyone what we saw in the office and what we just saw now." said Abigail.
I was trapped by these two oblivious little girls. I had no choice but to teach them magic. I made them promise not to tell anyone. I didn't want to because it was dangerous for their physical and mental health. I tried to make them see reason but nothing. The more the days passed, the more intense their pressure became. I made up excuses every time so I wouldn't have to teach them. When finally I gave in. One Sunday when the teacher had left to preach at church I asked the two girls to accompany me into the forest to show them something.
Viewpoint of Sarah Good
My name is Sarah Good and I have been waiting for Tituba for over half an hour in the snow. It had covered almost all the grass and trees in the forest. I had taken the trouble to put on a hood (a coat) cut from the fabric of a thick gray craft fabric with a hood to protect my already very rounded belly. At the bottom a bearskin leggings and gauntlets to protect my feet and hands. With every breath I took, heat came out of my nose and mouth. I am a blonde with green eyes and 5'10" tall. I was about to turn around when I saw three figures coming from far away. One tall figure and two short ones behind. I crossed my arms to show an annoyed look. As the figures came towards me I could see Tituba but the other two could not.
- You are late. I've been waiting for you here for over half an hour." I said to Tituba with a stern expression on my face.
- "Sorry! I'm sorry! I wasn't the one dragging my feet!" said Tituba, turning around to glare at the two girls behind her.
- "You can see I'm pregnant. I shouldn't be standing in the cold like this waiting. First of all, who are those two kids you're dragging behind you?" I yell without stopping.
- "To make it up to you, I'm going to teach you a special spell," Tituba says, glaring at me.
- "It was well worth the wait after all. But it still doesn't tell me who those two kids are." I kept insisting.
- "Meet the ladies, Abigail and Betty. Girls, this is Sarah, one of my disciples." said Tituba.
- "Nice to meet you." the two little girls said in unison.
- "Tituba, don't tell me they know everything ? But no, they're kids, don't you see?" I said in exasperation.
- We're not kids, Sarah," the two cheeky girls replied.
- What insolence! Don't call me by my first name or I'll turn you into a frog." I said in an angry voice.
- Sarah, calm down. Don't worry, they are trustworthy." said Tituba serenely and confidently.
I couldn't help but think that she had just made the biggest mistake. I didn't trust those two little brats. Six months later my doubts were confirmed and the situation took a different turn. Tituba rushed to my house late at night to seek refuge. She wouldn't tell me what was going on. But after several attempts to pressure her, she confessed everything to me. She was teaching the girls to read the future when the invoked entities attacked both of them. Even with me she never taught me to make that and yet I am a little more advanced. Betty says she had a vision of a specter and started convulsing and Abigail hallucinated at times. What is all the more strange is that both speak Latin. The doctors who consulted them concluded that they were demonically possessed.
Parris and the other townspeople urged Betty and Abigail, and then the other similarly afflicted girls, Ann Putnam, Betty Hubbard, Mercy Lewis, Susannah Sheldon, Mercy Short, and Mary Warren, to name those who had cursed them. The girls realized that they had done something un-Christian and were afraid to admit that they had engaged in witchcraft themselves. They then decided to give names, mine first, Tituba, Deliverance Hobbs, Martha Corey, Elizabeth and John Proctor, the whole community of witches, namely Andover, Amesbury, Salisbury, Haverhill, Topsfield, Ipswich, Rowley, Gloucester, Manchester, Malden, Charlestown, Billerica, Beverly, Reading, Woburn, Lynn, Marblehead, and Boston.
Tituba and I were put in prison and the others were hunted down and killed. I finally gave birth to my little Dorothy in prison. A year later the trial was to take place. I did not want to die and leave my little one alone and defenseless. I cried a lot at night and I didn't sleep anymore. I didn't eat anymore. Tituba, seeing me dying slowly, decided to sacrifice herself for me. She put her hand on me to give me all her magic before dying in front of my eyes. I was now alone with my little girl but I had enough power to come back and make everyone pay. After the trial I was now sentenced to be burned alive. The day I was to die, Pariss asked me to confess. I told him that "I was not a witch any more than you are a witch and if you kill me, God will give you blood to drink". After these words I was separated from my child and tied around a bonfire. Pariss lit it while I begged all the faces present to help me. The fire devoured my flesh little by little. I will return soon ....