Shanika at the Plantation Club


Chapter 7 - The Return

Several weeks had passed since Shanika's weekend at the Plantation
Club.  Some mornings she would wake having dreamed she was still
there: naked and chained, standing on the auction block, the lust in
the eyes of the white folks as they bid their money for her black
body.

As she came out of her slumber, she'd become aware of her
surroundings: her bedroom in her apartment, the sounds of the city
outside her window.  Gradually the clarity of the dream would begin to
fade until nothing remained except a slight sense of longing and a
tingling feeling deep inside her.

It almost seemed like a lifetime ago for her, even though her hair had
only now grown to be stylishly short instead of slave stubble.  Had it
really been her?, she thought.  The whole adventure seemed like a
dream and lately her mind had kept wandering back there.

In the end all it took was a phone call.  The arrangements were made
and here she was, stepping off the bus and walking to where the van
waited to return her to that other life.  She recognized Steve the
driver as he watched her approach.

"Well, well, well," he leered.  "Looks who's back.  I was hoping I
hadn't seen the last of you."  He climbed out of the van and went
around the back to open the door.  Shanika followed without speaking.

"Hop in, nigger," he said.  "Get those clothes off.  You know what to
do."

She stepped through the door into the van.  She'd forgotten how
exposed she felt undressing here, just a few feet from the sidewalk
where the occasional pedestrian walked by.  Nobody seemed to look her
way, though, except for Steve.  She had his full attention.  Shanika
pulled her tee shirt off and slipped off her sandals.  She came
dressed in clothing that would be easy to get out of knowing that
she'd be traveling nude.  Like a slave.

"That's ok, take your time," he encouraged her, "I could watch you all
day."

She pulled down her pants together with her panties revealing her
naked black pussy.  Although she had let her hair grow back, she chose
to keep her pubic area shaved.

"Ah!" exclaimed Steve, "bald coochie!  Damn, girl!  You're making it
hard for me to keep from just jumping up in there and havin' me some
of that!"  Her face burned with embarrassment as she noticed that an
elderly white couple looked her way from the sidewalk having overheard
Steve's outburst.  She doubted that they could see her in the shadow
inside the van, but she felt exposed anyway.

He licked his lips as she removed her bra, her full black breasts
spilling out.  He watched intently as she bent over to put her clothes
in an empty box on the floor, displaying her ample negro ass to the
grinning white man.

"Now that is one fine booty, I'm tellin' you.  I mean, even for a
nigger that's a fine booty."  He paused for a long moment.  "Well,
might as well get comfortable for the ride.  Two more to go and it's
off to the ranch."

Steve's comments made her flush with shame.  It was if he was admiring
a prize animal instead of a young woman.  But mixed with the shame,
she felt that familiar tingle again.

He closed the door and she stepped through the curtain into the dimly
lit cargo area.  A very large, very dark black woman with short
cropped hair sat on the left bench.  She looked up and smiled at
Shanika.  Next to her sat an older, perhaps in her late thirties,
colored lady of average proportions.  This woman had very distinct
African features: broad nose, thick lips, dark skin, short nappy hair.
She, too, smiled at Shanika as she looked around to see her fellow
human cargo.

On the right sat Nydia, who Shanika remembered from her first journey
to the club.  She sat down next to her.

"Well, girl, where've you been?" asked Nydia.  "I thought fer sure you
be back sooner den dis."

"It took me a while to work up the nerve to come back," she replied.
"I just couldn't believe how it was there and how I felt about it."

"I knows what you mean," said Nydia.  "When I first gots home, it just
didn't seem real.  Like it didn't really happen.  But I kept thinking
'bout it all da time."

Shanika nodded.  "Yeah, it was strange.  I mean those white folks
treated me like I was some kind of thing.  Leading me around like a
dog.  The way they looked at me...  The way they used me for their own
pleasure like I didn't matter.  Like I was a sex toy or something.
Something to fuck.  Something to amuse them.  It was so humiliating
and degrading.

"But... I don't know... something about it was exciting.  I got so
turned on by it.  But I was so ashamed that I liked it.  To be treated
like an animal.  Like a slave.  It was so confusing.  But at the end I
just gave myself over to it.  When I got home I couldn't believe what
I'd done there.

Nydia smiled at her.  "I knows it, girl.  An' now you knows it.  It's
what I trys to tell you las' time."

The two black women sitting across from them were listening as they
spoke.  "That's why I come back," said the older one.  "My name is
Yvonne.  I don't mean to butt in, but that's exactly why I come back.
It ain't for the money.  It's for the thrill of it."  She lowered her
voice.  "My husband thinks I'm visiting my momma.  He just can't do it
for me like this.  When we're having sex, I'm thinking of those horny
white men.  He never looks at me like they do.  They see a sexual
animal when they look at me.  A bitch in heat.  A nigger.  None of 'em
care if I get off or not.  Neither does my boring husband.  But he
just goes through the motions like he don't care.  Those white men
love to use me.  And so help me, I love it, too."

The big colored girl joined the conversation.  "I'm Bernetha," she
said.  "I used to work in an office.  The people there made me feel
bad 'cause I was so big.  I could tell the way they talked.  I know
they was makin' jokes 'bout me.  I couldn't stand it.  But at the club
it's all different.  I been there a bunch of times.  Those men be hot
for me!  They think I'm sexy and they want me bad.  A couple of times
at the auction I went for more than any of the other girls there."

Just then they heard the van door open up.

"Get on up in there you two," said Steve.  The women heard footsteps
on the other side of the curtain.  "Now get them clothes off!"

"But people might see us!," complained a female voice.

"Tough shit," scoffed Steve.  "You better get used to it.  Niggers
wearin' clothes.  Tha's just stupid.  Don't you worry none 'bout that.
Jes get yo' black asses naked and do it now!"

"I tol' you already," said a second female voice.  "You do like you
tol'"

"You listen' to yo' momma, girl," Steve said.  No more complaints were
heard, just the sounds of the two unseen females undressing.

"All right then," spoke the driver.  They heard the door shut and two
women entered from behind the curtain.

One was thick though not fat and appeared to be the same age as
Yvonne.  The other couldn't have been much older than eighteen.  She
was very dark and had big soft brown eyes that looked around at her
fellow passengers, clearly uncomfortable to be seen this way.  Her
long thin braids hung down past her shoulders.

They settled on the bench opposite Shanika, the young black girl
sitting nervously with her hands clasped in her lap.

The motor started and they began to move.

"Is this your first time?" asked Shanika.

The girl nodded looking at the floor.  The older one addressed them
all.  "I'm Maya, and this is my daughter Darla."  Darla looked around
at the others as her mother introduced her.  "She got no use for
school, jus' boys.  Well, she'll get plenty of that where we goin'."

"That's fo' sho'," said Nydia.  "Them white boys'll want some of that,
girl.  You just do like they say, an' you be fine.  Don' you worry
none."

"I know," answered Darla.  And then to her mother, "I said I could do
this.  You'll see."

They rode on in silence.  After a while they turned down the rough
road and were almost there.  The trip didn't seem as long to Shanika
this time.  Finally they stopped and the rear door opened.

Steve pulled the curtain aside and outside light poured in.  The naked
black slave girls blinked at the sudden change in brightness.

"You all been here before," he said opening the foot locker where
their shackles were stored.  "You know what to do.  Get those collars
and cuffs on and be quick about it."

They each gathered up the hardware that they'd be wearing during their
stay at the club and began to put it on.  Darla looked frightened at
this in spite of her brave talk earlier.  Maya, having finished
putting the steel collar and manacles on herself, helped her daughter.
The young girl shuddered as the collar clicked around her lovely brown
neck.

In spite of her growing nervousness, Shanika could feel the excitement
between her legs as she finished putting the cuffs on.  The driver
looked up at her as he finished attaching the chain between her
ankles.

"You one excitable nigger, ain't you?" he said and reached his hand
between Shanika's legs.  "You soaking wet!  Fuckin' A!"

Shanika looked away from him, embarrassed by her condition.  All the
other women looked away, too, except for Darla who watched with her
eyes wide.

"Shit.  You so fuckin' wet, they gonna think I busted a nut up in
there," said the driver.  "Bend over, nigger, and show me that ass.  I
might as well get some of that coochie now."

This humiliation only made her more excited.  She turned away from the
white man and bent over, resting her hands on the bench.  Her chains
jangled as she moved.  She could here the clanking of the other women
shifting around.  She heard the drivers zipper and then felt his cock
enter her wet black cunt.

"See, it slides right in."  Steve was breathless.  "You sure are one
hot nigger bitch."  He slammed his dick into her again and again.  The
sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the van along with the
scent of her musk.  He grunted which each thrust and her chains
jingled in response.

Two minutes was all he could last.  "Take it, bitch," he growled.  She
felt him ejaculate into her wet black pussy.  His cock started
softening immediately and he withdrew from her and slapped her on the
ass.  "That's a girl.  You like that white cock, don't you?" he asked.

"Yas, suh," she agreed though she hadn't been close to cumming.

"All right, fun's over.  Stand up," he ordered, pulling his pants up.
Shanika turned and stood.  She could feel his semen running down her
leg as he attached the chains between the slave's collars.  She looked
around at the other women who had just witnessed the driver using her
to relieve his excitement.

He led them out, with Shanika in the lead.  He like to have whichever
negress he'd just used as the first of the daisy chain of slave girls.

She surveyed the scene before her.  Nothing had changed.  The slave
barn, the main house, the platform, and the auction block were just as
she remembered them.  It was early, and only a few men had wandered
over to check out the new merchandise.  Soon enough she'd be on the
block and off to satisfy some white man's lust.

Yolanda came through the small crowd and accepted the chain from Steve
the driver.  She looked over the slave women, her eyes stopping
momentarily on the trail of wetness on Shanika's thigh.  She looked up
at the driver who met her gaze.

"She was like that," he lied.

"Yes, Massa," she replied.

Steve closed the van door and made his way towards the main house.

Yolanda led the chain of slaves to the barn to be prepared for display
and eventual sale.

"Well, missy, I see Massa Steve has a new favorite," she observed.

Shanika felt her cheeks grow hot with shame knowing that the older
woman had noticed she had just been fucked.

"No matter," she continued, "we'll get you all cleaned up now."

As they entered the barn, Shanika noticed another slave was being
washed ahead of them.  Mr. Richards stood nearby watching the
proceedings.  He came over to Yolanda when he saw her with the captive
colored women and looked each one over.

"Hmmm," he said.  "What is it about these braids that I love so well?"
Then he focused on Darla's face instead of her hair.  "How old are you
again?"

Darla looked back at her mother and then to Mr. Richards again.
"Uh... eighteen?" she stammered.

"Yolanda, leave the braids on the girl, shear the rest," he said.

He then turned to Shanika and reached out to touch her cheek.  "I
remember you, girl.  I was hoping you'd come back."  He looked her up
and down, noticing her bare pussy and raising his eyebrows before
looking back at her face.  "Nice."

Shanika looked into the older white gentleman's eyes for a moment and
then looked down and smiled, a little embarrassed.  "Thank you,
Massa," she said, "I's honored you remember dis nigger."

"Nice," he said again.  At that he walked away and outside.

The older colored lady turned to the slave girl.  "My, oh, my.  I
think he might want you for himself, missy."  She unclipped the next
girl's chain from Shanika's collar and led her to the stall.

"No need to shave that coochie, is there?" she said as she sheared off
Shanika's short nappy hair with the electric clippers.

"No, ma'am," she replied.

"Let's go over here now."  Yolanda led the hairless slave girl to the
hose stall.  "If you've got to go, you better do it now."

Shanika was feeling good about herself, remembering the warm tingly
sensation she got from pleasing the Massa.  This new humiliation,
however, urinating in front of Yolanda and the slave girls like an
animal, brought her quickly back down to earth.  She looked at the
ground as she squatted over the drain and emptied her bladder under
the older woman's watchful eye.

When she was finished peeing she looked up at her fellow slaves.  They
all were looking away except for Darla who stared with a panicked look
on her face.  Obviously the young black girl hadn't been prepared for
this kind of degrading display.  She was starting to realize what she
was in for.

Yolanda got out the brush and bucket of soapy water and began to scrub
Shanika down.  The bristles were harsh on her sensitive flesh,
especially her nipples and tender, recently used pussy.  Next she felt
the cold shock of the water from the hose as Yolanda rinsed her off.

Next it was Darla's turn.  The young woman stood stoicly as Yolanda
shaved her pussy hair off.  Led over to the drain, the older woman
told her to squat.  Darla shook her head.

"Listen to me, missy," scolded Yolanda, "you better not be pissing out
in the auction yard.  Massa will have you whipped for that.  Best you
do it now."

"I can't," whimpered the young negro girl, "not with everyone
watching."

"That's too bad.  Don't cry later that you weren't warned," Yolanda
told her.  She proceeded to begin scrubbing the colored teen with the
rough brush causing her to start fussing.  She cried out as the brush
scrubbed over her black nipples and pressed her thighs together as
Yolanda went to scrub her freshly shaved crotch.

"You better open those legs, girl," warned Yolanda.

"No!" cried Darla, "that brush hurts!"

Whap!  Whap!  Yolanda slapped the insolent slave girl twice across the
face.  "What did you say to me?"  Yolanda was angry.  "The word no
isn't in your vocabulary anymore, missy.  You'll do what you're told,
and you'll do it immediately!"

"It hurts!" whimpered the shocked teen, her eyes wet with tears.  "Not
on my pussy.  Please ma'am?"

"Open those legs now, bitch!" Yolanda ordered, "or you'll be sorry for
your disobedience.  Massa would be happy to have you whipped."

Still sniveling, Darla parted her legs.  Yolanda scrubbed her crotch
hard causing the poor negro girl to cry out in pain.

"Don't you *ever* disobey me again," the colored lady said in a voice
that made the teen cringe.  "This is your first time here so I won't
report you.  Believe me, if I did, you'd be the main event on the
whipping post.  Then you'd wish all that was happening was getting
your nasty coochie scrubbed."

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I swear I'll do what you say," sobbed the girl.
"I'll pee now if you want."

"Well, all right then," Yolanda said, her voice softening, "that's a
good girl."

Darla squatted over the drain, her eyes red, tears still running down
her face.  Her vagina burned where the brush had rubbed her raw.
Slowly she began to release her piss, first in fits and starts, then
in a steady stream.  Afterwards Yolanda rinsed the humiliated girl
down with cold water from the hose and returned her, shaking, to stand
with the other slaves.  She couldn't look the others in the face, not
even her own mother.

Yolanda led the big colored girl over to the stall to be shorn.  She
stood quietly as her hair was clipped off.  Like Shanika, Bernetha's
pussy was already bare.  She didn't flinch as she was scrubbed with
soapy water, even lifting her breasts so that Yolanda could get under
the huge black udders.

Eventually all the slaves were ready for display and Yolanda chained
them together again and led them outside into the hot sunlight.  The
number of bidders had grown slightly in the time the negro girls were
being shorn, shaved, and scrubbed.  Each of them were led to their
individual stations, a stool beside the exterior wall of the slave
barn, and had their collar chain attached to a nearby anchor point.

"Don't forget, girls, hands behind head, chest out, legs spread,"
Yolanda reminded them, "look pretty for the Massas and Mistresses."

Bidders circulated amongst the displayed colored girls.  Darla was
attracting a lot of attention, as the younger slaves usually did.
Shanika watched as she assumed the position as she'd been instructed
when a potential buyer approached her.  Beyond her, Shanika saw
Darla's mother, Maya, sitting on her stool with her legs spread,
showing her coochie off to an older white man.  Shanika looked the
other way and saw a white couple speaking to Nydia.  Past her, the big
girl, Bernetha, was bent over with a young white man enjoying the view
of her big black ass.  She could just see Yvonne further along, her
hands clasped behind her head.

Shanika displayed her black body for a thirtyish white man who
approached her.  "Let's see your pussy," he ordered.  She sat on the
stool and spread her legs.  He looked her over without further words
before moving on towards Darla.

Few of the other men spoke to her.  Displaying her front to them and
turning was usually what they wanted to see, though more than a few
liked to check out the coochie.

As this went on, Yolanda brought other girls out.  Probably for
resale, thought Shanika, since they hadn't come out with her in the
van.  She recognized a few, the teenage sisters Shonelle and Traleen,
though their aunt Geraldine was nowhere to be seen.  She remembered
the pregnant girl from her last visit, though she seemed ready to
burst now.  Even the older skinny negress who didn't make minimum bid
was chained to the wall in the display area.  Shanika still felt a
little sorry for the poor woman and the way she'd been led from the
auction block like a dog on her hands and knees for fifty dollars.

Finally, the auction was about to start.  Mr. Richards stood up to the
podium and the bidders began to take there seats on the benches in
front of the platform.  Yolanda led the first slave to be sold up to
the block.  It was Darla, the young negro teen.

"What do I hear for this fine young nigger?" asked Mr. Richards.  "I
understand she's just eighteen years old.  Maybe she's no virgin, but
she's pretty and I bet she's nice and tight.  I think we can safely
start at 250."

The bidding was fast and furious.  Darla was obviously a prize slave
girl.  Shanika saw Maya looking on as her teenage daughter was sold
for 650 to a well dressed older white gentleman.  He beamed as he
accepted her chain from Yolanda and led her towards the main house.

Maya was next.  She had half hoped that Darla's buyer would have stuck
around and bought her, too.  Some Massas liked to have mother and
daughter to use together.  Not this time, though.  She was pretty,
with smooth brown skin, a little on the thick side with nice full
breasts.  Maya was sold for 400 to couple of young white men who might
have been college students.

Yolanda then came for Shanika and led her to the auction block.  This
was the scene she kept playing over and over in her head since her
first visit.  She'd even dreamed of it.  Now it was real, she thought,
as she climbed the stairs and turned to face the crowd in display
position, chest out, legs spread as far as the shackles and chains on
her ankles allowed.

"Now this nigger really understands her place in our world," said
Mr. Richards.  "I promise you won't be disappointed with her.  Fine
looking, well behaved, and hot to trot to boot.  What am I offered for
her?  Who'll give me 100?"

There were only a couple of bidders for her, but finally Shanika went
for 450 to the thirtyish white man who spoke to her earlier.  He was
ordinary looking, brown hair, green eyes, average build.  She noticed
he wore a wedding ring.  Yolanda handed the collar chain over to him.

"Thank you for buying me, Massa," Shanika said to the man, her eyes
respectfully downcast.

Once again, naked, shorn, shaved, and shackled, Shanika was the
property of a white stranger.

Shanika at the Plantation Club
by Neal <bboy4x@yahoo.com>

Chapter 8 - The First Time

Shanika's new owner tugged on her chain.  "Let's go, girl," he said
and led her away towards the main house.

Shanika had never entered the main house other than by the service
door until this time.  Right in through the main entrance and into the
lobby the white man pulled her along.  He brought her right up to the
front desk.

Shanika saw that Debbie, the petite young white girl, was behind the
counter.  She was dressed in a grey jacket with a white blouse.  She
was wearing bright red lipstick, her blonde hair was tied back in a
pony tail with a scrunchie.  She took a condescending look at the
black slave girl as she shuffled behind her master with her chains
rattling.  Shanika felt totally out of place in these surroundings as
she stood there nude, shorn, no makeup whatsoever: a naked beast
standing amongst the well dressed guests in a luxury hotel.  Her
cheeks burned with shame

"May I help you?" Debbie asked, smiling broadly, her blue eyes
sparkling as she turned to the white man.

"Yes, I have a reservation for Howard.  A suite," he replied.

"209," said Debbie.  "Your wife already checked in."  Debbie glanced
at Shanika again and winked at her.

"Thanks," he said.

He led Shanika to the broad staircase that went up from the lobby to
second floor suites.  She struggled a little on the carpeted stairs
with her ankles chained together.  He knocked on the door of suite
209.

A short brunette haired woman opened the door and let him in.  He
tugged Shanika in after him and closed the door.

"Is Brian here, Cheryl?" he asked.

"No," replied his wife.  "I wanted to wait to see what you came up
with before I got him.  I'm still not sure this a good idea, Matt."

"Believe me, hon, it's for the best," said Matt.  "He's of an age now
that he'll just get into trouble.  This way his curiosity is satisfied
with no angry phone calls from some girl's father."

"I don't know..." Cheryl looked the chained negro slave girl over.
"Isn't she a little old?  Couldn't you get one that was closer to
Brian's age?"

"There was this one girl they said was eighteen," he replied, "She
would have been perfect.  I just wasn't ready to spend 650 for her.
This suite is already costing us plenty.  I even had to pay 450 for
this nigger here!"

Cheryl still hadn't taken her eyes off of Shanika, who stood by humbly
in her chains, listening to them discuss her purchase price and how
she wasn't his first choice.

"How old are you, girl?" she asked naked black slave.

"Twenty eight, ma'am," Shanika replied without taking her eyes off the
floor.

"Well, that's not too bad," said Cheryl.  "At least she's younger than
we are."

"Go ahead and fetch Brian now," Matt instructed his wife.  "I'll get
the nigger ready."

"Ok," replied the white woman.  "I brought some clothes for the girl
to wear.  Get those chains off her and get her dressed.  I don't want
my son's first experience to be so... so...  rude.  I'm uncomfortable
with this enough as it is."

"Don't worry, hon," he said.  "It's going to be fine.  You'll see."

"And another thing, Matt," she looked sternly at her husband.  "I
don't want you messing around with this slave girl.  She's supposed to
be for Brian."

"I'm telling you, don't worry!" the white man was exasperated.

Shanika was embarrassed to be here hearing all this.  They spoke in
front of her like she wasn't ever there.  She couldn't believe what
these white folks were up to.

"I'll be back soon."  Cheryl let herself out leaving Matt alone with
his black slave.

The white man looked at her naked brown body, his eyes lingering on
her full, saggy breasts, her belly, and her smooth shaved pussy.  He
reached out and ran his hand over her soft warm flesh, taking extra
time to touch her breasts and gently pinch her nipples.  He let his
hand drop lower and she parted her thighs to give him access to her
vagina.  He caressed her pussy with the palm of his hand, running a
finger up and down her slit.  She could feel her heart beating faster,
her breath quicken, and the growing dampness between her legs.

He noticed her reactions to his touch and looked her in the face.  His
green eyes meeting her dark brown ones.

"You feel nice," he said.  "Too bad I promised I wouldn't fuck you."

His hand was still at her pussy, stroking her.  She closed her eyes
and let herself forget the humiliating circumstances and concentrate
on her arousal and the pleasure she felt at his touch.  She let out a
whimper and parted her thighs even wider as he penetrated her with a
finger.  She felt his other hand on her breast, gently brushing his
fingers on her brown skin.

"I can't help myself, girl," Matt finally said.  He dropped his hands
from her body and walked over to one of the easy chairs, dropped his
pants, and sat down.  "Come over here and suck me off."

Shanika was disappointed that Matt withdrew his touch, but did as she
was told.  She shuffled over in front of where he sat, her chains
jingling softly.  She got on her knees, awkwardly since her wrists and
ankles were each shackled together, leaned her bald head forward and
began to lick the white man's cock and balls.

"Ahh," he moaned as she took him between her thick African lips and
began to gently suck on the head of his penis.  He reached his hands
out and felt the scratchy stubble on her head, holding it as she began
to move her mouth up and down over his shaft.  Completely losing
himself in the act he started fucking the black girls face.  Shanika
choked a little, but continued to suck her master's white cock.

"Oh, fuck," he said in a husky voice, "fuck, oh, fuck!"  Shanika felt
his hot semen flood into her mouth.  She tried to swallow it, but
there was more than she could take and some leaked out of her lips.
He relaxed his grip on her head and she could feel him softening in
her mouth.  When he opened his eyes and looked down at her he could
see her looking back at him, her big brown eyes meeting his gaze, his
cock still in her mouth, cum running down her chin into his pubic
hair.

"Don't tell my wife about this," he said.  "She'd flip out."

"No, Massa," Shanika answered.  "I won't tell her yo' bizness."

"You are one great cock sucker, girl," said the white man, "my wife
could learn a lot from you."  He paused.  "But she can't know about
it."

"No, suh, Massa," said the slave girl, "dis nigga won't tell.  I clean
you up good now."  Shanika licked up the cum from his flaccid cock and
sucked the drops from his hair.  He watched as she finished and
straightened up.  Still on her knees she sat back from him, wiped the
semen from her chin on her hand, and licked it off.

"Ok," he said, "now to get those chains off and some clothes on."  He
gazed down at her as he leaned forward.  She offered her wrists to him
and he removed the shackles.  Then he took off the collar.  She lay on
her back and raised her feet to him so he could get the ankle cuffs
off her.

He looked down at her with the ankle chains in his hand, her legs
slightly spread.  She noticed where he was looking and spread her legs
wider, providing her master with a nice view of her sex.  Presenting
herself like that always pleased the white men and make her feel sexy.

"Enough of that, girl," he smiled, "or I'll have to fuck you, too.
And you're supposed to be for my son."  He got up and went over to the
desk where the clothes she was to wear were.  He handed them to her.

"Get dressed.  They'll be back soon."

Shanika put on the wrap around skirt and denim shirt.  They were the
clothes that the negro attendant girls wore here at the club.

"When they get here, I'll introduce you to Brian..." he paused.
"Shit!  What is your name, girl?"

"Shanika, Massa," replied the slave girl.

"That's a pretty name.  Shanika."  He paused again.  "Anyways, I'll
introduce you and tell him what this is all about.  He's getting older
now, and I don't want him getting into trouble with girls.  I want him
to know there are ways to satisfy himself without risking getting some
nice girl pregnant.  My dad brought me here when I was sixteen.  Maybe
that was a little late, but I never forgot it.  I want it to be
special for him.  Understand?"

"I understan's, Massa.  Dis nigga treat you boy good," she said.

"Great!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, and afterwards I might want to... uh... you know... slip away
with you?" he stammered.  "You look mighty fine to me right now.  I
mean, I love my wife, don't get me wrong, but, well, damn, girl!"

Shanika was embarrassed to be praised this way.  "I's yo' nigga,
Massa.  I do whatever you say."  He'd certainly warmed to her after
cumming in her mouth, she thought.  She smiled at him and felt the
tingly sensation she'd missed back in the other world.

They both turned towards the door as they heard it open.  Cheryl had
returned with Brian, a teenage boy that Shanika thought was kind of
cute.  He had brown hair and green eyes like his father.  The white
woman shut the door.  Brian stared at the colored slave girl, who
stood next to his father as he sat in the easy chair Shanika has just
sucked him off in.

"Brian," said Matt, "this is Shanika."

"Hi," said Brian.

"Pleased to meet you, Massa Brian," said Shanika, who curtseyed
slightly for the boy.  Cheryl looked on silently.

"You know your mother and I understand about what it's like to be a
boy your age," continued the father, "at least I know I do.  And we
also know how easy it is for a boy your age to get into trouble with
girls.  So we've brought you here to meet a nice colored girl that you
can be with and not get into trouble with.  My dad brought me here
when I was old enough, and now I'm bringing you."

Brian was obviously embarrassed by this.  Shanika could see him
blushing.

"Cheryl," said Matt, "I think you're making the boy uncomfortable by
being in here.  Maybe you could go down to the bar or something.  This
is guy stuff here."

"All right, Matt," she replied, "you've gotten him this far, after
all."  She went to the door and looked back for a moment.  After a
long few seconds she opened the outer door and walked into the hall.

"I'll be down in a few minutes," he called after her as she closed the
door.

"Ok, Brian," he asked, "better now?"

The boy nodded shyly.

"Shanika will do whatever you want," Matt explained, "so just tell her
what it is and she'll do it.  It's natural for a boy to want a girl to
do things, and it's natural for a nigger girl like Shanika to do what
you want.  Ok?"

"Yeah, dad," replied the boy.  He looked up at Shanika, who smiled at
him.

"I'll just leave you two alone, then," said the father.  "I'll be back
up in a couple hours.  We'll be down in the bar if you need anything.
You can even use the phone to call us there."  He winked at the boy.
"But I doubt you'll need to."  With that he closed the outer door
after himself leaving Brian alone with Shanika.

Brian walked over to the colored slave girl.  "So you'll do whatever I
want?"

"Tha's right, Massa," agreed Shanika, "anything at all."

He stepped closer and tentatively reached out his hand and touched
her.  He looked up into her face as he put his hand on her breast and
started to feel her through the denim shirt she wore.

"Can we sit on the couch?" he asked.

"Yes, Massa," she answered.

The moved to the couch and sat down together, close enough to touch.
He reached out and once again was squeezing her breast through the
shirt.  Still looking into her face he started on the other one.
Shanika could feel her nipples harden.

"Can I see your boobs?" he asked awkwardly.

"'course you can, Massa," she answered and began to unbutton her
shirt.  "An' you ain't gotta ask or nothin'.  You jes tells me what
you want an' I do it.  You jes do what it is you want.  I ain't yo'
girlfriend, Massa, I's yo nigga."

She opened her shirt for the boy and displayed her brown breasts to
him.  He stared at them and reached out to feel them.  He squeezed one
and then the other and then the first one again.  His fingers brushed
over her hardened black nipples.

"You've got nice boobs," he said, "they're so soft."

"Thank you, Massa," she said, slightly embarrassed.

The white boy continued to fondle the negress's breasts as Shanika
held her shirt open.  She could feel she was getting wet from the
boy's clumsy attentions.

"Let's lie down," said the teenager.

They arranged themselves with Shanika lying on her back, her shirt
open, and Brian laying on top of her, his head between her breasts.
The white boy began to kiss the slave girl's nipples.  One and then
the other.  Then he started sucking on them.  The colored girl began
to involuntarily gently buck her hips.

"You like that, girl?" he asked, looking up at her, one hand on each
tit.

"Yes, Massa," she cooed.  "I surely do."

He went back to her tits, sucking harder, making slurping noises.  She
could feel his cock hardening through his jeans against her leg.  He
moved himself up and kissed her on her soft thick lips.  She returned
the kiss and felt him push his tongue into her mouth.  Her arms
wrapped around him as he kissed her deeply.  She could feel him
pressing his crotch against her leg.

"I want you to take off you clothes," he said, getting off her and
standing beside the couch looking down at her.

Shanika sat up and removed the shirt, dropping it on the floor.  She
stood and took off the skirt and stood naked in front of the horny
white teen.  It was a little embarrassing for her to be displaying her
self like this for the adolescent white boy.

"You don't have any hair down there!" he exclaimed.  He sat back down
with the colored girl facing him, his head at the level of her crotch.
He reached out and touched her pussy, she instinctively spread her
legs apart so he could put his hand between her thighs.  He reached
further and ran his finger down her slit as his father had done
earlier.  He looked up at her as he pushed his finger roughly into her
vagina.  She spread her legs wider.

"You're so wet down there," he murmured.  He leaned his head forward.
"And you smell so..." he inhaled her musk, "so good.

"Lie down on the couch and spread your legs," he instructed as he
stood.  Again she felt a strange mixture of shame and excitement,
being ordered around by this teenager.

She did as he told her and watched as the boy took off his clothes.
His cock sprung out when he dropped his pants.  Once he was undressed
he lay down between the colored girl's legs and tried, unsuccessfully,
to enter her.  Shanika reached down and gently took hold of him and
guided him into her wet black pussy.  He propped himself up on his
hands and thrust his cock deep into his slave girl.  Shanika looked
into his eyes as he thrust again and again.  After the next thrust his
eyes grew wide and he gasped and spasmed, she felt the warm sensation
of his semen inside her.  He collapsed on her and she put her arms
around him.

"Shit," he said, "I didn't mean for that to happen so quick."

"Tha's awright, Massa," she spoke soothingly to the boy, "Tha's
awright."

They laid like that for a few minutes then the boy got up and stood in
front of the couch.

"I want you to suck me so I can fuck you again," he stated.  She was
surprised as the boy went from being sweet to being demanding.  She
sat up, leaned forward, and took his soft cock into her mouth.  She
could taste her pussy on him mixed with his cum.  The colored girl
felt his cock begin to grow.  Boys could just spring back to life, she
thought as she slurped on him.

"Get on you back again," he ordered, "and spread your legs."

His cock was rock hard again.  She laid back down and he mounted her,
this time sliding his dick into her without any assistance.  He
immediately began pounding into her pussy hard.  Being ordered to fuck
by a white boy half her age made her aware of her lowly status as a
slave.  A fuck toy for any white man, even this boy.  But she loved
the feeling it gave her.

"Oh, Massa!" she cried.  "Oh, Massa!  Oh you fuckin' yo' nigga good!"

The boy responded by pumping even harder.  She could feel her orgasm
building.

"Fuck me, Massa!  Fuck yo' nigga!  Ah! Ah!"  Shanika felt waves of
pleasure wash over her as the young white boy continued to pound into
her black cunt as if possessed.

"So, you're my nigger?," he asked breathlessly, "my nigger bitch?"

"Yes, Massa!  I is yo' nigga bitch," she cried out, panting.  "Oh,
Massa, you fuckin' yo' nigga bitch!"

He thrust once more into her, deeply, and she felt him cum in her
again, grunting with each spasm.

"Oh, Massa..." she sighed.

Again they layed together, the white boy and his colored girl.  His
cock in his black slave's pussy.  Slowly coming down from their
climax.

After a while he rolled off her and got to his feet, looking down at
the sweaty negro slave, her legs spread, her cunt glistening wet, a
dribble of semen running down the crack of her black ass.  He glanced
at the floor between the easy chairs and noticed the steel shackles
and chains.

"Were you wearing those?" he asked, indicating the hardware on the
floor.

"Yes, Massa," she replied.  "I's a nigga slave girl and I gots to be
chained up.  I's not 'allowed to run free."

"Put 'em on," he ordered.  "I want to see you wearing that stuff."

Shanika rose and went to where the instruments of her bondage lay.
She put on the ankle cuffs and chains, then the wrist cuffs, and
finally the steel collar.  He stared at his bound slave, his mouth
open.  She handed him the collar chain that masters used as a lead and
assumed the display position, hands behind her head, her chest pushed
out towards him, and her legs as far apart as the ankle chain allowed.

His eyes followed the line of the chain from her collar to his hand
and back again, then up and down her naked black body from her stubble
covered head, her dark brown eyes and full thick lips, her out thrust
saggy brown breasts with the hard black nipples, her slightly pudgy
belly and smooth shaved pussy, all the way down to her shackled
ankles.

"Damn, you're beautiful," he sighed.

"Thank you, Massa," she smiled, "you da bes' Massa dis nigga ever
had."

Brian blushed at the compliment from the older much more experienced
colored girl.  At the same time, blessed with youth as he was, his
cock began to rise, which didn't escape Shanika's notice.

"So, Massa, you want to use yo' nigga again?" she said, glancing and
his growing erection, a wry smile on her face.

"Yeah," he said.  "Let's go in here."  Leading her by her collar
chain, the white boy and his negro slave girl went into the suite's
adjoining bedroom.  He sat on the edge of the bed.

"I want you to suck it," he told her.

Shanika dropped to her knees and began licking the white boy's cock.
 From his balls to the tip and back again.  Over and over, stopping to
slip the tip between her thick lips, releasing it with a slurping
sound.  Back down to his balls, she gently drew one into her mouth and
then the other.  Brian moaned with pleasure.  She moved further down,
running her tongue behind his balls and then began to lift and spread
his legs.

"What are you doing?" he asked breathlessly.

"Jes you relax, Massa," she said softly, "you been so good to yo'
nigga, I's goin' be good to you."

She licked further down, over his asshole, and began tracing circles
around it with her tongue.

"Ohhhh...," he murmured as he enjoyed the feel of her soft wet tongue
on his sensitive bud.  She started to push her tongue in firmly and he
grabbed the backs of his thighs, spreading himself out to her.  The
colored girl continued to rim her master as he made soft guttural
sounds.  His cock was rigid and with him holding his legs for her she
was able to firmly grasp his shaft and began to masturbate him.

"Oh, fuck!" he said, his voice husky.  "Oh, fuck, that feels so good."

Shanika continued to pump his cock and tongue his ass.  It didn't take
long before he came in several long spurts.  She released her grip on
him as she felt him soften in her hand.  She leaned back and smiled at
him, still on her knees.  She had a couple of spots of semen on her
face and another one in the stubble on her head.

He sat up and looked at her, amazed at the pleasure she'd just given
him.

"That was fantastic," he said.  "I've never felt anything like that
before."

"Thank you, Massa," she replied.  "I's happy to please you."

"You've got some spunk on your face," he said with a sheepish look.
"I don't remember ever shooting off like that before."

"Tha's fine, Massa.  I like wearin' yo' cum.  It means I's yo' nigga."

The phone beside the bed rang a couple of times before Brian answered
it.  "Hello?" he said.  "Yeah...  Oh, anytime now...  Ok...  Bye."

"It was my dad," he told her.  "Mom's ready to go and he wanted to be
sure it was ok for him to come up.  I better get dressed."  He thought
a moment.  "Are you s'posed to get dressed?"

"No, Massa," said Shanika, "niggas don't wear no clothes here."

Brian led her into the front room and then gathered his clothes from
the floor and dressed.  He was just finishing when there was a knock
on the door.  He went and opened it and let Matt in.

"Well, sport," he smiled broadly as he eyed the negro girl, cum on her
face and running down her leg, "I see you had a good time."

"Yeah, dad," replied his son, "Shanika was great.  Thanks."

"That's ok.  It's kind of a family tradition."

"Can I come back here again?" Brian asked.

"I think that can be arranged," said Matt, smiling at his son.  "Your
mom is already going out to the car.  I've got to take the girl back
now."  He thought for a second.  "Would you like to lead her
downstairs?  She's your nigger after all."

"Yeah," the boy said and picked up the chain to Shanika's steel slave
collar.

Father and son walked out the door, the boy leading the slave girl by
the chain.  They went down the stairs and past the front desk.  Debbie
was still there and looked up from the magazine she was reading and
took in the scene and smirked at Shanika, making the black slave girl
feel like a whore parading through the lobby.

"Look, kid," explained the father, "I'll go take her back, you go out
and wait with your mom."

"Ok, dad," replied the boy handing the slave's chain to his father.
He went out the door leaving Shanika alone with Matt.

"Come along," he urged her, tugging on the chain.  They went back
through the lobby, Debbie watching curiously, and down the hall to the
service door.

It was dark out.  The courtyard containing the auction platform and
benches was deserted and only lit by the moon.  Matt led the slave
girl to the platform.

"Bend over, nigger," he ordered her, "I've got to get a piece of
that."

Shanika turned around and bent over, resting herself on the table
where the masters signed the papers for the slaves they'd purchased at
the auction.  She spread her legs so the white man could easily access
her vagina.  She heard him unzip his pants and let them drop.  His
cock was hard and thicker than his son's.  Her pussy was still wet
from the fucking she got from the teenage boy.

Matt penetrated her quickly and started pumping fast once he felt
himself inside the slave girl's cunt.

He grunted with each thrust, his hands on her hips.  It was almost as
if he were using her body to masturbate with and it was over before
she felt much of anything.

"Uh, uh!" he croaked as he ejaculated in her vagina.

He pulled up his pants and Shanika stood up, her pussy full of cum
from both father and son.

"You did good with my boy, girl," he told her.  "You've got a sweet
pussy.  We'll be back for sure, but don't ever let on to my wife that
we... uh... you know."

"I won't say nothin', Massa," she answered.  Again she felt ashamed.
Ashamed to be used this way by this man after the special time she had
spent with his boy.

"Let's go back in."  Matt led the wet fucked slave girl back into the
main house and through the lobby towards the desk.  Shanika could feel
the squishy wetness between her thighs and the semen running down her
legs.  Debbie eyed her as they approached.

"We're done with this nigger, miss," Matt said to Debbie, releasing
her chain from his grasp.  "We won't be staying the night."

"No problem," the white girl replied and grinned evilly at Shanika,
"I'll take care of her."

Matt hurried out the door leaving the naked black slave girl alone
with the fashionably dressed blonde.

Shanika at the Plantation Club
by Neal <bboy4x@yahoo.com>

Chapter 9 - The Bitch

So Shanika found herself standing in the luxurious lobby of the main
house.  Wooden paneling, fine carpeting, and a high ceiling complete
with a glass chandelier.  She stood at the front desk with her head
hanging down.  Naked, except for the two sets of shackles that
fastened both her wrists and ankles as well as the steel slave collar
around her neck, the black slave girl contrasted dramatically with the
the opulent surroundings.

Debbie stood behind the desk, her gray jacket and skirt complemented
her white pleated blouse.  Despite her professional attire, carefully
applied makeup, and red lipstick, the youth of the attractive blue
eyed blonde girl was apparent.  She looked with disdain upon the
humbled negress.

"Just look at you!," exclaimed Debbie as she looked the colored girl
over.  Drying spots of semen in her stubbley hair and on her face
along with the lines of wetness running down the insides of her legs
gave Shanika the appearance of a well used slut.  Which she was.

"Gross!" continued Debbie as she picked up the phone and dialed two
digits.  "Come to the desk right now," she commanded into the phone
and hung up.  The two women stood silently on either side of the front
desk and waited.  The blonde's nose wrinkled in disgust, the black
girl's head hung in shame.

A negro girl dressed in a denim shirt and a wrap around skirt appeared
from the direction of the service entrance.

"You called, Miz Debbie?" the girl said with her eyes downcast, not
looking up at the white woman.

"Yes...  About an hour ago!"  Debbie's voice dripped with irritation.
"Take this filthy nigger out and scrub the scum off her.  Clean up
that nasty coochie and hose her off."  Debbie smiled evilly and looked
at Shanika.  "Then bring her back to me."

The negro girl stepped towards the slave and slowly took hold of the
chain on her collar.

"Now, you stupid monkey!" she yelled.  "What's wrong with you!"

The attendant quickly led Shanika back towards the service door.  The
poor slave girl almost stumbled in her shackles as she could barely
keep up with the hurrying servant.

They went outside into the night.  The air was cool after the heat of
the day.  They passed the table where Matt had just had his way with
Shanika, a quick one before he rejoined his wife and son for their
trip back to where ever white folks like that lived.

She led her to the slave barn.  Once there the young attendant got out
the bucket and a rag and began to wash the slave girl down.

"You had yo' se'f a time, I kin tell!" she exclaimed.  "You all
nasty!"  Shanika felt her cheeks flush.  Even this young negro girl
was revolted by her used condition.

The negro girl washed Shanika's head and face.  "I ain't gonna use dat
brush on you, girl.  It hurt too bad.  Don't tell Miz Debbie I din't
scrub you.  She pretty, but she mean."

"Thanks," said Shanika.  "I'm Shanika.  What's your name?"

"Elois," replied the girl as she ran the cloth over Shanika's chest
and under her arms.  "Lift up yo' arms."

"How did you end up doin' this?" asked the slave girl as she complied
with her instructions.

"My momma work fo' Mr. Richards," said Elois.  "I be helpin' fo' a
long time now.  Spread yo' legs some mo'."

Shanika opened her legs further so the negro girl could wash her well
used pussy.  It felt strange to her to have this girl bathing her like
this.  Of course, she realized, Elois may have been like a servant,
but she herself was like livestock, at best a pet.

"Time to rinse you off, girl.  Dis water be cold," she warned and
turned on the hose.  The icy water shocked the slave girl.  She still
hadn't gotten used to it in spite of number of times she'd been
subjected to it.

"Well, I gots to take you back to Miz Debbie," Elois said and picked
up the chain.  "Let's go."

Shanika followed as the negro girl led her back to the main house and
in through the service door.  The lobby was quiet.  Elois brought the
black slave to the front desk.  Debbie sat in a chair behind the
counter, talking on the phone and sipping soda through a straw from a
paper cup.

She looked up at the negro serving girl and dismissed her with a quick
shake of her head.  Elois was slow to understand causing Debbie to
roll her eyes and give the young negro girl a dismissive wave.  Elois
walked away, her head down.  Shanika was left standing there in her
chains in the plush lobby in front of the dark wooden paneled desk.
Debbie chatted on, ignoring the naked slave girl.

Shanika didn't know what else to do, so she stood and waited, looking
down at her bare feet on the lobby carpet.  She tried not to eavesdrop
on Debbie's phone conversation.  Not so much out of politeness, but
because she was humiliated at being ignored in favor of a discussion
of the trivialities the white girl was going on about.

Debbie made slurping noises as she finished her drink and laughed with
the person she was on the phone with.  Shanika didn't look up.  The
conversation continued for a few minutes when the slave girl was
startled to feel something cold hitting her.  She looked up to see
Debbie, still chatting, smiling at her.

The white girl reached into the paper cup and flicked a piece of
crushed ice at her and restrained a giggle when it hit the colored
girl in the chest.  Shamed, Shanika looked back down at the floor.
She felt another piece of ice hit off her breast.  Then one hit her in
the face.  She stood stoically as Debbie amused herself with this game
of pelting her with crushed ice from her drink, never stopping her
phone chatter.

She stood and walked around to the front of the desk, Shanika could
smell her perfume she was so close to her.  "Look, I've got to go
now," she said into the receiver.  "Somebody's at the desk."  She
giggled at her joke and hung up.

"Stand back," she ordered the colored girl, "I want to see if you're
presentable now."

Shanika stepped back as instructed.

"Come on now.  You know how to display yourself," she said
impatiently, her hands on her hips.  "Do it, nigger."

The black slave girl slowly clasped her hands behind her head and
moved her feet apart.  She held her head up and her chest out, but her
eyes remained downcast.

"That's better.  Now jump." Debbie grinned at her.

Shanika jumped, her chains jingling and her breasts bouncing.

"I like the way your floppy boobs bounce," said the white girl.  "Do
it again.  Do it until I tell you to stop."

Her cheeks burning, the black slave jumped again and again.  It was
hard, what with the weight of the chains on her, and her heavy breasts
were sore from swinging as she jumped up and down.

"What do boys see in a fat dumb nigger like you?" she taunted.  "Maybe
they just like a pussy they can fuck without having to ask nice.  You
think that's it?"

Shanika didn't know what to say so she just kept jumping, though
slower as she was tiring from the exertion and her breasts were really
hurting.

"Answer me, bitch!" she said crossly.  "They like you 'cause you're
just a nigger slut, isn't that right?"

"Yes, ma'am," replied the colored girl.

"Yes, ma'am what?" she asked.  "What are you agreeing with?"  The
young blonde raised her eyebrows.

"Yes, ma'am, I's a nigga slut jes like you say." answered Shanika.
"Tha's why da white massas like to fuck me."

"No.  You're not a slut.  You're a bitch.  A nigger dog," said Debbie.
"Stop that jumping and get down on the floor where you belong."

Shanika got on her hands and knees.  Debbie picked up a pen from the
desk and threw it across the lobby.  "Go get it.  Fetch, doggy."

Her chain dragging on the floor, the black girl crawled across the
carpet after the pen.  She grasped it in her hand and turned around
and began to crawl back to her blue eyed tormentress.

"Bad dog," Debbie scolded, "Doggies don't carry things in their paws.
Pick it up like a good doggy and bring it to me."

Humiliated, the negro slave girl set the pen on the carpet and leaned
forward, her face on the floor, and picked it up in her mouth.  She
crawled back to the front desk where Debbie waited for her.

"That's better.  Good dog."  She came out from behind the desk.  "Drop
it," she ordered.

Shanika let the pen fall out of her mouth onto the floor at Debbie's
feet.

"Now that's the way to play fetch," she said, picking the pen up and
throwing it out the main entrance door.  "Go on, doggy.  Fetch it."

The slave girl turned and went after the object of her mistress's
interest on her hands and knees.  The carpet hadn't been vacuumed yet
that day and Shanika picked up bits of sand and dirt in her knees and
hands.  She crawled as fast as she could, her chains jangling with
each step.

The main entrance door was open and the pen sat on the top step
outside.  Wet with her saliva, the pen had also gathered up some dirt,
but she picked it up in her mouth the way the blonde girl wanted.  She
returned to her and dropped the pen at her feet.

"Good dog!" she said, praising the humbled slave.  "I think I should
take you outside now.  We don't want any accidents in here, do we?"

She picked up Shanika's chain and led her on hands and knees back out
the door and down the front steps.  The rough cement of the outside
stairs scraped the colored girl's knees painfully.  The night air was
cold on the negress's naked body.  Debbie pulled her along across the
dew covered grass and stopped.

"Time to do your business, doggy," she ordered.  "Lift that leg and
pee for me or you'll be sleeping outside."

The poor slave was already cold and sore.  What was one more degrading
act? thought Shanika.  She raised one leg and let loose a stream of
piss onto the ground.  Steam rose off the spot where her warm urine
hit the cool grass.

"All done?" asked Debbie.  She jerked the chain hard.  "Ok, back
inside."  She walked quickly.  Shanika fell forward a few times trying
to keep up and not be choked by the steel collar around her neck.  The
white girl led her captive through the lobby and around behind the
front desk.

"Roll over," she instructed.  Her chains jingled as the negro slave
girl lay on her side and rolled onto her back.

"Stop there, girl," Debbie said.  "Stay on your back like the black
slut you are.  Lift your arms over your head so I can see you all
stretched out for me."

She rolled her chair over to where Shanika lay.  She unbuttoned the
gray suit jacket she was wearing and sat in the chair, kicking off her
black pumps.  She starting rubbing her nylon stockinged feet on the
prone slave girl, one foot on her pubic area, the other on her
breasts.  The young blonde played with one nipple and then the other
with her big toe.

"Mmmm," she cooed, "you like being my doggy?  You like having your
white mistress's feet on you?  You do, don't you, girl?"  She waited
for Shanika to respond for a few seconds and then gently kicked at one
breast when none was forthcoming.  "Answer me, nigger," she said
firmly.

"Yes'm, Miz Debbie," said the humbled slave.

"I wonder if you're telling me the truth?" Debbie mused.  She moved
her other foot over and put her toe between Shanika's legs.  The black
girl felt a wave of shame flow over her as she parted her thighs to
give the smiling white girl's foot access to her most intimate parts.

Debbie poked her toe into the slave girls slit and moved it down to
the entrance to her vagina and penetrated her slightly, probing
gently.

"My, my, girl," said Debbie gleefully.  "You're all wet!  You love
it!"  She looked thoughtfully into Shanika's brown eyes.  "You see,
the coochie doesn't lie," she explained.  "Your nigger mouth lies, but
the coochie?  Never.  You love it all right and you can't deny it.
You *are* a nigger slut!"

Shanika was mortified.  But she knew it was true.  The whole time her
young blue eyed mistress was tormenting her she could feel the
excitement from it.  She was shamed to be receiving such dehumanizing
treatment, but the fact she was aroused by it thoroughly humiliated
her.  Even now she was opening her legs wider in the hope the blonde
girl would press her foot against her cunt harder.  She knew she was a
slut.

Debbie smiled down at the negro slave on the floor in front of her.
"I want to try a little experiment to prove you're a nigger slut," she
said, pushing back in her chair and withdrawing her foot from
Shanika's crotch. "Get on your feet."

Shanika struggled to her feet, chains jangling, and stood before her
mistress.  Debbie leaned forward and began to remove her shackles.
Shanika wondered what she was thinking of.  Finally she removed her
collar and set the hardware on the desk.  Now free of her bonds, the
black slave waited for what the pretty blonde girl had in mind.

"I'm going to give you a choice now," stated the young white woman. "I
assure you that you're free to choose either one and that I'll abide
by your wishes."

Shanika was confused by this.  She looked into Debbie's blue eyes with
a puzzled look on her face.

"Here's the deal," the white girl smiled back at her.  "There's a room
in the back with a cot in it.  I'll let you go back there and spend
the night.  I'll leave you alone until morning when you have to go to
the barn to get ready for tomorrow's auction.  You'll get an entire
night of unmolested sleep."

"Or..." her smile broadened.  "You can lie back down on the floor in
front of me like a nigger dog and I'll play with your pussy some more
with my foot.  I might not let you cum.  I'll probably think of some
other delicious ways to degrade you and have you service me."

"So what's it going to be?"  Debbie slowly licked her bright red lips,
her blue eyes sparkled.  "I know I'm a bitch," she smiled, "but I'm
serious.  I'll let you in to that room and you can sleep peacefully
until morning.  I won't even chain you back up until then.  No
surprise punishments or anything; whatever you decide."

Shanika was speechless.  She was tired and sore.  But that tingling
feeling was throbbing now.  Her mouth was dry, her cheeks burned and
she felt light headed.  She could hear her heart beating fast in her
chest.  She looked down at the blonde girl in her fine gray suit,
clean white pleated blouse as she stood naked before her.

Slowly, wordlessly, Shanika dropped to one knee and rolled onto her
back at the white girls feet.  Debbie smiled down at her triumphantly.

"I knew it," she said softly.  "You *are* a slut.  A horny nigger
slut.  And right now you're my nigger slut, aren't you?"

"Yes'm, Miz Debbie," answered the colored girl.

"Tell me," prompted Debbie.  "Tell me what you are.  I want to hear
you say it.  So we both know for sure."

"I's yo' nigga slut, Miz Debbie," replied Shanika from her position on
the floor.  "I's yo' horny nigga slut."

"And what do you want me to do?" asked the white girl.

"Play wit' my nigga coochie, ma'am" answered the shamed slave girl.

"Very well, slut.  Twist around here and pull your legs up,"
instructed the young blonde woman.  "The wider you open yourself up to
me, the better I can get at that nigger cooch."

Shanika wiggled around on the floor to position herself as she was
told, her head pointed away from her seated mistress.  She grasped her
legs behind her thighs and spread herself out so wide that her pussy
lips parted and everything from her clit to her asshole was plainly
visible to the white girl.

The young blonde reached her leg forward and placed her foot directly
onto the prone slave girl's crotch and pressed firmly.  Debbie could
feel the colored girl's wetness through the nylon stocking she wore.
Without thinking, Shanika began to rock, rubbing herself against her
mistress's foot.

"That's right, girl," Debbie cooed, "hump your mistress's foot like a
good little nigger."  She pressed harder and Shanika humped faster.

"You know, I've only been working here for a couple of years, but I've
learned a lot in that time," mused the white girl as the negress
continued to masturbate herself against the sole of the blonde's foot.

"The niggers that come back are sluts," she continued.  "Every one of
them.  Most of them come here for the money at first, and plenty of
'em never return.  But the one's that do?  Those are the sluts.
They'll take the money, sure.  But they come back because they *are*
niggers and they *are* sluts and they love it.  They love being a
nigger for the white folks.  Just like you love being my nigger right
now.  Don't you?"

"Yes'm, Miz Debbie," panted Shanika, still rubbing herself on her
mistress's foot, her floppy black breasts jiggling.  "I sho' do love
bein' yo' nigga."

"Hmmm," she said, "you sound kind of breathless girl.  You better not
be thinking about cumming without permission.  That just wouldn't do.
Niggers don't get to cum unless they ask first.  And they better ask
nice.  Niggers better beg for it."

"Kin I cum, Miz Debbie, ma'am?" asked the colored girl, "Please,
ma'am?"

"Oh... I don't know...," Debbie smiled wickedly.  "Haven't you already
cum enough for one night?  I bet that white boy I saw you with made
you cum.  That black coochie of yours was just dripping with his goo
when he led you down the stairs.  Everybody could see it..  It was
positively obscene!"

"Please, Miz Debbie!"  Shanika cried, humping furiously and obviously
close to orgasm.  "I gots to cum.  Please, ma'am, let yo' nigga cum."

"Well, since you're begging so sweetly, all right," she said softly,
"you have my permission to cum for me."  The white girl began actively
rubbing the negro's pussy with her foot.

"Oh, thank you, Miz Debbie, ma'am," the slave girl said breathlessly,
"Thank you for lettin' yo' nigga cum... Oh!... Ah!!"

"That's it, girl," cooed the blonde, "cum for your mistress.  It's all
right.  Cum for your mistress like a good little nigger girl should."

"Ah!!  Ah!!" cried Shanika as her naked black body writhed on the
floor beneath the white girl's foot.  "Oh, yes!  Oh!  Ah!!"  The
orgasm washed over the negro slave girl's body in waves as she
continued to grind her cunt against her mistress's stocking clad foot,
leaving it wet and sticky.  Finally her spasms subsided and she began
to catch her breath.  Debbie withdrew her foot and looked down on the
black slave girl.

As she regained her senses, Shanika started to become aware of her
surroundings and what had just taken place.  She was totally naked and
lying on the carpeted floor of the plush lobby at the feet of fully
dressed white woman at least six years her junior.  She had
masturbated herself to orgasm, on this girl's foot, no less, and had
begged her for permission to cum.  It was the most humiliating thing
she had ever done.  Why did it feel so good, she wondered.  She was
ashamed that she loved it so much.

"What do you say, girl?" asked Debbie, her blue eyes looking directly
into Shanika's face.

"Thank you, Miz Debbie, ma'am," she said sincerely, "Thank you fo'
lettin' yo' nigga cum."

"Well, you're welcome," replied the white girl.  "Now let's do
something about this."  Debbie rolled her chair forward and put her
foot, wet and sticky with Shanika's juices, in front of the colored
girl's face.

Without further prompting, the negress began to lick her cum off her
mistress's foot.  She continued until the stickiness was gone.

"Good girl," Debbie praised her.  She stood up, towering over the
prone negro slave, and pulled her panty hose down and stepped out of
it.  "Get up," she ordered as she proceeded to remove her panties,
pulling them down and holding them in her hand.

Shanika scrambled to her feet, and wanting to please her mistress,
stood with her legs far apart, her breasts thrust forward, and her
hands clasped behind her head as a show of her submission.

The white girl smiled when she saw that her slave had assumed the
display position for her.

"You are just precious," she said kindly.  "Now you've got me all
excited, too.  See?"  She held the crotch of her panties under the
colored girl's nose.  Shanika could smell the strong scent of the
white girl's musk.

"Open your mouth," ordered Debbie.  Shanika complied and the young
white woman stuffed her soiled panties into the slave girl's mouth.
"That's right," she cooed, "you just hold onto those."  She looked
into Shanika's brown eyes.  "You're still my nigger slut, right?" she
asked.

Unable to speak with the her mistress's cotton underpants in her mouth
she quickly nodded her agreement.

"Very good," she said.  Then, looking at her watch, "Time to lock up.
Want to come along with me, girl?"

Again, Shanika nodded.

"Ok," said the blonde.  "Now get back down on the floor where you
belong and you can follow me.  Don't drop my panties."

The negress got down on her hands and knees and followed her mistress
around the lobby, her mouth stuffed with the white girl's
undergarment.  Debbie closed the front door and locked it and then
went to the light switch to turn off the overhead chandelier.  Shanika
scampered after her on all fours like a puppy.

"Now we can go to my room.  Up the stairs.  You first," she
instructed.  "I want to watch that big black ass up ahead of me.  I'm
starting to see how cute it is."

Shanika crawled up the stairs with Debbie behind her.  She waited for
her mistress at the top since she didn't know which way to go.  The
white girl passed by her and went to the room at the end of the
hallway near the door to the service stairs.  The young blonde snapped
her fingers and slapped her thigh to call the black girl over to her
as she unlocked the door.

They entered the room, mistress first, slave on all fours following.
Debbie closed the door and walked to the bed that was on one side of
the room.  She removed her jacket and skirt and reclined on the bed,
still wearing the white blouse.

"Come here, girl," she called, "up on the bed."

Shanika crawled to the bed and as she climbed up onto it, Debbie
spread her legs revealing a thick bush of dirty blonde pubic hair and
pink pussy lips.

"Time for you to please me, nigger girl," she said.  "Drop those
panties and eat me."

The negress let her mistress's underwear fall from her mouth and
crawled between the young white woman's legs.  She immediately began
to kiss her pink pussy lips up and down the length of her slit.  After
a little of that she started to lick her.  Tentatively at first and
then lapping her like a puppy.  From her opening to her clit, the
black slave girl ran her tongue over her blonde mistress's vagina.

Debbie murmured with pleasure and opened her legs wider.  Shanika
pushed her tongue in the white girl's pussy and gave a few thrusts
before running it up to her clit, which she gently took between her
thick African lips.  She alternated between flicking at it with her
tongue and drawing it into her mouth, softly sucking on it.  Debbie
responded by bucking her hips.

Shanika returned to licking the length of the white woman's sex and
drawing her pussy lips into her mouth and sucking on them.  Gently at
first and then harder as Debbie's bucking became stronger.  The blonde
girl's scent was heavy in Shanika's nostrils as she rapidly thrust her
tongue in her mistress's cunt, fucking her with it, stopping only to
suck on her pussy lips to give her tongue a rest.

"Mmmm," moaned the white girl, "that's the way.  You suck your
mistress's pussy like that.  Just like that."  Her thighs closed on
Shanika's stubbley head and squeezed as she felt a climax building in
her.  Debbie humped her slave girl's face hard and fast.  Shanika
gasped for breath, but the blonde woman, lost in her pleasure, didn't
notice.

"Oh!," she said in a surprised voice, her blue eyes open wide.  "Oh!"
She shuddered and the colored girl was rewarded with a rush of wetness
on her face as her mistress came on her.

It was several minutes before Debbie released her grip on her black
slave's head.

"You are a good pussy eater, girl," she signed, "it's what you were
born to do.  A nigger slut born to suck white pussy.  That's what you
are.  Isn't that right?"

"Yes'm, Miz Debbie," she replied from between the white girl's legs,
her face shining with her mistress's juices.  "I's yo' pussy eatin'
slut, ma'am.  Yo' coochie suckin' nigga."

The white girl ran her hand over the black slave's head, feeling the
scratchiness of her close shorn hair.

"Ok," she instructed, "get off the bed and come with me."

Shanika got back on the floor and followed her white mistress into the
bathroom.

"On your back, nigger girl," she ordered, "I think I'd like a little
more of that tongue."

The colored girl lay on her back on the cold tile floor as ordered.
Debbie got on her knees with her slave's head between them,
positioning her vagina over the negress's mouth.

"Let's get that tongue working again," instructed the blonde girl.

Debbie's pussy was soaked and it didn't take much tongue lapping from
Shanika to get her rocking back and forth, using the black slave's
face to masturbate against.

"Oh, yeah," she cried, "oh, yeah.  Right there, girl.  Use that tongue
on me.  Suck your mistress's pussy.  Suck it, slut.  Oh!  Oh!!"

The young white woman came in the colored girls face again, soaking
her with a fresh dose of pussy juice.  She lifted herself slightly,
allowing Shanika to catch her breath.

The black girl was surprised when she felt another jolt of hot liquid
on her face.  The pungent smell of urine filled her nostrils as her
mistress emptied her bladder on her slave's face.

"Drink it, nigger girl," she commanded.  "Drink my piss, you slut."

Shanika tried to swallow, but there was so much.  She choked and
sputtered even after Debbie was through peeing on her.  The white girl
stood up and looked down on her debased slave girl.  The humiliated
negress valiantly tried to suppress her coughing, her head lying in a
pool her mistress's urine.

"Now you truly are my nigger," she stated.  "No matter how many men
use that black body, you will always be my nigger.  Isn't that right?"

"Yes,m, Miz Debbie," she sputtered.  "I's always be yo' nigga."

"Good girl," she said and stepped over the negro slave, carefully
avoiding the puddle of piss she lay in on the floor.  "Now get this
mess cleaned up and get showered.  Be quick about it."

Shanika stood up, urine still dripping off her face and down onto her
chest.  Using a towel she mopped it off the floor and stepped into the
shower.  It has been a while since she'd bathed in hot water.  It felt
good as did the warm feeling she got from having served her white
mistress and earning her praise.

The slave girl found her mistress lying in bed when she emerged from
the bathroom, clean and dry.  Debbie looked up at her and sat up.

"That's all the fun for tonight girl," she said, "but I'll give you
another choice.  You can spend the rest of the night in the cot
downstairs I told you about or you can sleep on the floor near my bed.
Which do you prefer?"

The negress replied immediately, "I wants to stay here wit' you, Miz
Debbie."

The white mistress smiled.  "That's sweet," she said.  "Display for
me."

The colored girl was used to the position and stood with her legs
spread in the proscribed manner.  Debbie reached between her slave's
thighs and stroked her pussy as she looked into her eyes.  She leaned
forward and kissed each of Shanika's black nipples and looked back up
at her.

"You're a good nigger.  Get yourself a blanket from the closet and
come lay her on the floor next to my bed," she said.  "But first,
let's have a kiss."

Shanika bent over to meet her mistress's red lips.  Debbie kissed the
black girl hard and pushed her tongue in her mouth.  She broke off the
kiss and settled back into her bed.

"Go on, now, nigger girl," she said, smiling, "go get a blanket and
come lie down here where I can see you from my bed."

As instructed, Shanika went to the closet, found a blanket, and
brought it with her to the spot on the floor she was to spend the
night next to her mistress.  She saw that Debbie's eyes were already
closed as she lay on the floor, covering herself with the blanket.  It
wasn't long before she was asleep, too.

The next thing she noticed was the sun streaming in the window.
Shanika sat up on the floor, remembering where she was.  Debbie was
stirring in her bed.

"Well," asked the white mistress, "did you sleep well?"

"Yes'm, Miz Debbie," she replied, "I surely did."

"I better take you back to the barn now.  I'm sure they're already
scrubbing today's niggers down for the auction."  Debbie got out of
bed and Shanika saw her naked for the first time.  The white girl had
pale skin and small perky breasts with pink nipples.  Her waist was
slender as were her hips.  The slave girl watched as her mistress went
to the closet and got out a pink robe and put it on.

"Let's go down and get your chains on," she said.  "Can't have niggers
running around free."  Debbie walked to the door and opened it.
Shanika simply got up from her spot on the floor onto her hands and
knees and followed her blonde mistress into the hall.

Debbie beamed at her, noticing her on all fours.  "Awww!" she gushed.
"You're still my nigger doggy?  That's sweet.  I wish I didn't have to
give you back so soon.  We could have such fun together!"

Shanika followed the white woman down the stairs over to the front
desk.  Her shackles and collar were still there.

"Ok, stand up, doggy," she coaxed.  The colored girl stood patiently
as Debbie put her back in chained bondage.  "I think you can walk the
rest of the way," she said and led the slave out the service door and
into the bright morning sunlight.  It was early enough that there was
still a chill in the air, the negress's brown skin broke out in goose
flesh.

Yolanda appeared, walking out of the slave barn and approached the
white mistress and her black slave girl.  Debbie handed the older
colored lady the chain attached to Shanika's collar.

"Take good care of my nigger girl, Yolanda," she said.  "She's been a
very good doggy."  Debbie leaned towards Shanika and planted a wet
kiss on her thick black lips.  Giggling she turned and walked back
towards the main house.  The two black women, the elder in work shirt
and wrap around skirt, the younger in chains, watched as the blonde
girl's pink robe disappeared through the service door.

"Well, well, missy," observed Yolanda.  "Now you're Miz Debbie's
favorite, too.  You do get around."

Shanika hung her head, imagining what the older colored lady must
think of her.

"Time to get you ready for sale, girl," she said.  "Those white men be
showing up soon."  Yolanda then led the chained negro slave girl into
the barn.  Shanika wondered what lay ahead for her even as she
remembered warmly what had already taken place.

Shanika at the Plantation Club
by Neal <bboy4x@yahoo.com>

Chapter 10 - The Gala

Elois, the negro attendant, dressed in her usual denim shirt and wrap
around skirt, took Shanika's chain from Yolanda as the two colored
women entered the slave barn.  The young negro girl led the black
slave to a stall.  After brushing Shanika's teeth she lathered her up
and began to shave her pussy.  She was just about finished when
Mr. Richards walked in.  He stood with Yolanda and spoke quietly to
her as he watched the attendant lead her charge to the wash stall.

"Time to pee," instructed Elois.

In spite of being forced to urinate in front of her keepers, Shanika
was embarrassed to have to squat and relieve herself while
Mr. Richards looked on.  She tried to avoid looking in his direction
the entire time Elois soaped and scrubbed her.

The hose water was as cold as ever, and being rinsed in it left the
colored slave girl covered in goose flesh, her nipples rock hard.

Mr. Richards walked back out the door and Yolanda approached her.

"Well, it looks like you won't be going to auction today, missy," said
the older colored lady, "Massa Richards wants you up to the big house
for the big party tonight."  She turned towards Elois, "Get those
chains off her, girl, and be quick about it.  Don't want to keep the
Massa waiting."

Freed from her shackles, Shanika followed Yolanda as they walked up to
the main house and into the service entrance.  The older negress
knocked on Mr. Richards office door.

"Come in," he called.

The slave girl followed Yolanda in and then assumed the display
position in front of the older white man's desk.

"Tonight is a special night at the Plantation Club," he said. "It's
the annual anniversary gala commemorating the opening of the club.
This is no ordinary shindig, it's strictly black tie.  You'll be
serving our guests in the main dining room."

He stood and walked around the front of the desk to face her.  Looking
her up and down, he ran his hand over her head and down to her crotch.
Shanika reflexively parted her legs further, but he didn't move to
stroke her pussy.

"I want her to look her best, Yolanda," he instructed.  "She needs to
be waxed."

"Right away, Massa," she replied.  "Let's go, missy."

Yolanda led the slave girl out of the office and into the next room
down the hallway.  Inside was what appeared to be a doctor's examining
table, complete with stirrups.  "Get up there.  You know what to do."

Shanika climbed onto the table and lay down, placing her feet in the
stirrups.  Yolanda adjusted them so that the colored girl's legs were
splayed wide, facing the door.  She began to rummage around in the
cabinet under the table.

"I'll have to go get the wax," she said, "I'll be back.  Don't go
away."  Yolanda left the room leaving the door open.  The black slave
could look down between her legs and see out into the hall.  A negro
girl dressed in the usual denim shirt and wrap around skirt was
vacuuming.  She looked into the room and stared momentarily at
Shanika's sex but looked away as soon as their eyes met.  The cleaning
girl returned her concentration to the carpet and the displayed
negress felt a fresh wave of humiliation.

Yolanda returned shortly and applied the wax to the black slave girl's
pubic area.  Mr. Richards came into the room as she began to peel it
off.

"Sorry, but I love this part," he said.

Shanika cried out in pain as the stubble was pulled out of her tender
flesh.  The colored lady stepped out of the way when she was finished
and Mr. Richards came forward to run his hand over the slave girls
smooth pussy.

"Mmmm," he murmured.  "That's just fine.  Good work, girl.  You may go
now."

"Thank you, Massa," replied Yolanda and she walked out of the room.

Just then a tall white man with salt and pepper hair stopped in the
hallway outside and looked into the room.

"Carl Richards!  You old dog!," he greeted Mr. Richards and stepped
through the door, his eyes darting between the white man and the slave
girl's vagina.  "What've you been up to?  Other than playin' with the
niggers that is!"

"I wasn't sure you'd be able to make it this year, Jake," he replied,
extending his hand to his old friend.

They shook hands.  Shanika looked on, mortified at her obscene
condition.  She dared not move without instructions from Mr. Richards.

"I'm just making sure everything'll be ready for tonight," said Carl.

"Yeah, right!" laughed Jake.  "She looks ready now!"

"Say," suggested Carl, "not to early for a drink is it?"

"Never too early," Jake replied.

"Step into my office," he said and then turned to Shanika, "you, too
girl.  Come in and look pretty."

Carl and Jake walked into the office with Shanika following.  Jake sat
in one of the chairs and Carl went around, sat in his chair, and
pulled a bottle out of a desk drawer along with two glasses.

"Why don't you pour, girl?" he said to the negress.

Shanika picked up the liquor bottle and poured some in each glass.

She stood by as the two old friends clinked glasses and sipped their
drinks.

"Say, Jake," said Carl as he took another sip from his drink, "Did I
ever tell you about my first nigger?"

"What's this?" asked Jake, "Another of your tall tales?"

"No, seriously," he replied.  "It all started when was a boy.  I was
thirteen or fourteen, I don't remember for sure, it bein' over fifty
years ago."

"I was livin' at home with my widowed momma.  My daddy got his self
killed during the war so she had to work in an office to support us.
She didn't have a lot of spare time so she hired this colored lady
named Beula to come over and do the cleaning and laundry and be there
for when I got back from school.  She'd make our supper and have it
ready when Momma got home and then take care of the dishes before she
went off to where ever it was she lived.

"Beula always used to call me 'Mister Richards' when ever she spoke to
me even though she was at least as old as Momma.  I asked her one day
why she did that.  She told me, 'It's 'cause I'm a nigger and you a
young white man, Mister Richards.  I gots to show you respect and I
gots to do things the way you like.  That's all.'

"It was around that time I started to really take an interest in girls
and started noticing the female form.  And there wasn't no form more
female than Beula.  She was a large woman with big nigger tits and a
great big booty.  I wanted to feel those titties in the worst way.

"One day I asked her, 'Since you a nigger, you got to do what I say,
right?'  She agreed.  So I says, 'then open up your blouse so's I can
see your boobs.'

"So she says, 'Mister Richards!  You know that ain't right!  I's
older'n yo' momma!  That ain't nothin' for a polite young man to ask a
lady.  What would yo' momma think?'

"I told her my momma wasn't going to know about it and she couldn't
tell her 'cause she had to do what I say.  She didn't have much to say
about that, and I was already committed so I tell her again to show me
her boobs.  Damned if she didn't unbutton her blouse and lift her big
ol' bra up and let 'em pop out.  I couldn't believe she'd really do
it!

Jake spoke up, "Now you're bullshittin' me, Carl.  You and your good
old days stories.  Ain't no middle age lady gonna show her hooters off
to some young punk.  Don't matter if she's a nigger or not, it ain't
gonna happen."

"I shit you not," said Carl.  "She did it.  They was fuckin' *huge*!
I went over and felt the hell out of her titties.  They was so soft!
She couldn't hardly look at me while I did it.  She just stood there,
looking off to one side.  I tried to squeeze on 'em, but they was too
big for me to get my hands on."

"Anyways, once I had enough, I told her she could put 'em away.  I was
afraid she was gonna tell my momma what I did when she got home, but
she never did.  It took me a couple weeks to work up the guts to tell
her to do it again, but I did.  That time she didn't argue or nothin'.
She just opened up her shirt and let me do what I wanted.  I even
kissed and sucked on her nipples and she didn't say anything or try to
stop me.  Afterwards she'd act like nothin' happened.

"This went on for months, but more and more often.  At night I'd think
about those big nigger tits and how soft they were and how she'd just
let me do what I wanted.  Then I started to get some other ideas.

"I wanted to see how far she'd go, so I told her I wanted to see her
naked and that she should take off her clothes.  She said that me
havin' her titties was enough and that it wasn't right for me to be
carryin' on this way.  I told her she had to and finally she gave in
and stripped down to her underwear.  She had a big ol' white bra for
them big nigger tits, and big ol' white cotton drawers for her big ol'
black ass.  She wanted to stop there, but I wouldn't let her.  Finally
she got all naked, right there in the kitchen.

Jake couldn't hold back.  "You tellin' me she took off all her clothes
'cause you told her to?  Just some kid?  You had me goin' up to now,
but come on, Carl!"

"Are you gonna keep interruptin' me?" asked Carl.  "Or do you want to
hear this story?"

Jake didn't say anything.  Shanika stood quietly.  She wanted to hear
more of the story that the old white man was telling.

"All right then," he continued.  "She did.  She took off everything
and was standin' there buck naked for me to see.  Man, she was a sight
to behold.  Those big nigger tits and plump belly and she had a bush
of curly black hair.  I was sittin' in a chair at the kitchen table
and I made her come over to me so I could touch her.  I felt those big
black boobs and then I went for that bush.  It was kind of wiry but
still pretty soft.  I pushed my hand between her legs, but she didn't
want to let me so I had to tell her spread 'em.  She kept looking away
from me and opened 'em up.

"Her coochie was real soft and warm, I tried to finger her, but she
was pretty dry, so I just kept feelin' it on the outside.  I never
felt a girl between her legs before and it was great.  I put my finger
in her crack and it felt kind of wet so I tried to finger her again
and this time it went right in.  She made a noise and I was afraid I'd
hurt her or somethin'.  I took my hand away and asked if she was ok
but she wouldn't say nothin' so I told her she could get dressed.

"Once she had her clothes on again I asked her if she was ok and she
said she was and I asked about how she got wet.  She says, 'I ain't
just a nigger, Mister Richards, I is also a woman.  An' when a woman
gets her privates played with like that she gets wet.'  See, I didn't
know shit then and she had to explain it to me.

"It was quite some time before I dared try anything again.  But when I
did, and told her to get naked, she just did it without talkin' or
complainin'.  She'd just stand there, lookin' the other way while my
hands had their way with her.  An' when I'd go to finger her coochie,
it'd already be wet.  It smelled good, too.  I never smelled nothin'
like that before, but I liked it.  I don't mind tellin' you I'd have
to go whack off pretty soon after I let her get dressed again.

"I wasn't so bold as to do it too often, but I did it now and then.
It must have been over a year after I started playin' with her that I
came home from school early one day.  Beula was still makin' the beds.
I found her in my room and she was surprised to see me that time of
the day.  It's funny, but I could tell by the look on her face that
she knew what I wanted now.

"'Mister Richards, it ain't right what you want.' she said.  'An'
what's that?' I asked.  She told me, 'I is older than yo' momma.  It
ain't right!'  But I didn't care.  I told her to take off her clothes
and lie on my bed and spread her legs out.

"She was beggin' me, 'Don't make me do this, Carl.  What would yo'
momma think?'  I told her my momma wasn't gonna think nothin' 'cause
she wasn't gonna know about it.  So she got naked and lay on my own
bed and spread her legs for me.  I couldn't believe she was doing it!
Well, I pulled down my pants and hopped in bed between her legs.  She
didn't even look at me the whole time I fucked her.  Bein' a kid, I
didn't last very long.  I got up and pulled up my pants, but she just
lay there looking away from me.  Those big floppy nigger tits were
hanging over sides of her chest and I could see a little cream in her
coochie.  I told her she could get dressed again so she did and went
downstairs to start supper.

Jake said to Shanika, "Pour us another drink, wench!  Listenin' to
this tall tale is makin' me thirsty!"

"You never fucked that old nigger, Carl," said Jake.  "No fuckin' way.
I mean if your old lady found you pokin' the cleanin' lady she'd fire
her ass.  No fuckin' way she'd risk that."

Shanika returned to the desk and poured each white man another drink
from the bottle.

"You can say whatever you want," said Carl.  "I was there.  I know
what happened.  It ain't no lie.  I fucked that old nigger.  As it
turned out, plenty more times, too."

"I'd get home from school and call her up to my room.  She'd come up,
get naked, and lie in my bed.  I'd get in and fuck the shit out of
her.  She wouldn't look at me but I could tell she was humpin' me
back.  Sometimes she'd make little noises, like sighs and whimpers.
I'd bust my nut in her and say she could get dressed and she'd go
about her business.  It was great!

"I mean, it actually got to where sometimes I'd come home and go to my
room and she'd just come up and knock on the door.  'I figger'd you'd
want some,' she'd say or somethin'.  I'd let her in and she'd strip
down and get in my bed and I'd fuck her.  For the most part, though,
the most she'd do was hump back a little with her head turned to one
side.  I tried to kiss her, but she wouldn't kiss back, so I just
kissed her thick nigger lips anyways.  I didn't think she liked it too
much, but I was so horny I didn't give a shit.  Then again, a couple
times I came home and she was already in bed waitin'!  I figured I had
her totally trained to be my nigger.

"When I was sixteen I got me a girlfriend.  She was so pretty.  Betty
Lou was her name and she had long blonde hair and big blue eyes.  Once
I started going with Betty Lou, I kind of stopped messin' around with
Beula.  Actually, I started to feel kind of ashamed at the way I'd
been treatin' her all this time.  She was sweet and kind and I took
advantage of her somethin' terrible.

"I remember that it'd been awhile since I'd had her up to my room when
she said to me, 'Well, Master Carl, now you got yo' white girlfriend,
you don't need no nigger no more?'  So I told her, 'No, Beula.  An'
I'm truly sorry for how bad I treated you.  You been nothin' but nice
to me and I am shamed what I did.'  And that was that.  I didn't make
her do nothin' after that.

"I was tired of school and Betty Lou started goin' out with some other
poor sucker.  When I turned seventeen, Momma signed the papers so I
could go in the army.  The night before I was to go, I was out on the
porch and Beula was leaving to go home for the night.  'I'm gonna miss
you,' I told her.  And she said, 'I'll miss you, too, Carl.  Jus' like
I miss comin' up to your room.'

"I didn't know what to say for a moment.  'I thought you hated that,'
I told her and she said, 'I didn't hate it at all.  I's a old colored
lady, no husband since the war, and I had me a fine young white boy
just couldn't get enough of my coochie.  How could I hate that?'  I
was so confused.  'But you wouldn't even look at me!  After a time I
felt like maybe I was rapin' you.'  She laughed at that.  'No, you
wan't rapin' me or nothin'.  It just wasn't right, me, older 'n yo'
momma, carryin' on wit' you.  But I wasn't gonna stop you.  You
understands, Carl?'

"At that moment I think I did understand.  I told her I'd give her a
ride home.  I took her to her small one room apartment in town.  I
walked her to the door and then told her to let me come in.  She told
me it wasn't right, but I told her she had to do what I said.  We went
in and I told her to strip down and she did it with no argument.  I
got naked, too, and we went into her bed.  I fucked her like I never
had before and she looked into my eyes and told me she was my nigger.
I never came so hard in my life before.  An' thinkin' of it now, I
never did after, neither.

"I spent the night with her and we did it again in the morning.  That
day I went to the train station and went off to boot camp.  I never
saw her again.  When I got out of the army later she'd gone away to
live with family someplace or other.

The room was silent for a long moment.

"Bullshit," said Jake finally with a smile.  "You old liar.  None of
that ever happened."

"It did, old friend," Carl replied quietly.  "No lie."  He drained his
drink.  "Look, I've got to go check on a few last minute items for the
big to do."

He noticed his friend kept eyeing Shanika.  "You horny bastard.  I bet
you want to fuck my nigger, don't you?" he asked.

"Well..." Jake said.

"Look, she's ready for tonight so no pussy, ok?" said Carl.  "I've got
to get going so you can have the office to yourself.  Use her mouth
and don't make a mess."  He laughed.

"Thanks, Carl," he said, "I don't mind if I do."

"Leave the door open when you're done and my girl will come and take
the nigger away."  Carl left the room, closing the door behind him.
Jake unzipped his pants and slipped them down to his ankles.

Shanika knew what to do.  She kneeled before him and took his cock in
her hands, gently caressing it.  She leaned her head forward and began
to lick his shaft, occasionally running her tongue over his balls.  He
started breathing faster and she took the tip of his white cock in
through her thick lips and sucked.  He moaned with pleasure.  She took
more and more of his dick into her mouth, all the time stroking the
base of it with her hand.

Whether it was her ministrations or that he was already heated up from
Mr. Richards story, it didn't take long before she felt him stiffen
and then release a hot gush of semen into her mouth.  Respectfully,
she swallowed all she could and stood up.  Wordlessly, Jake pulled up
his pants, opened the door and walked out leaving Shanika with his cum
drooling off her chin and her cheeks burning with shame.

In a few minutes Yolanda came in and looked at her shaking her head.
She took out a handkerchief and wiped off the slave girls face.

"Let's go, missy," she said and Shanika followed her through the hall
to the lobby and a set of double doors.  Yolanda opened it revealing a
large high ceilinged room with a dozen cloth covered tables with
chairs around them.  Two other naked slave girls were setting the
tables.  She recognized Nydia and Yvonne.

"Here's where you'll be serving later," said Yolanda.  "Right now
you'll help get the dining hall ready."

Shanika joined in and help set the tables and otherwise prepare for
the gala.  The slave girls worked silently under Yolanda's watchful
eye.

Finally they were finished.  "All right, girls.  Into the kitchen."
Yolanda led the slave girls to the back of the hall and through a
swinging door to the kitchen where the meal was being prepared by
negro girls in kitchen whites.  Trays of hor'dourves were on a side
table along with trays of glasses of champagne.

"Guests are arriving in the lobby," she instructed.  "Circulate
amongst them and offer them something to eat or drink.  No talking.
Expect some grabbing so don't drop anything.  You've each been chosen
personally for this by Massa Richards.  Do nothing to shame him or
yourselves.  When you run out, come back here for more."

Each slave girl took a tray and headed back out through the dining
hall into the lobby.  A couple of dozen white folks were already
there.  Mostly men, all in elegant jackets and ties, but also several
women, each in a long evening gown.  The naked black women circulated
amongst the formally attired crowd offering them hor'dourves and
drinks.

Shanika had begun to become used her nudity in the presence of clothed
white men and women, but to be completely exposed amongst these
elegantly dressed people had her mortified.  She looked around and saw
Nydia and Yvonne.  They seemed so totally out of place, but none of
the party goers seemed to take much notice of them or their nakedness.

Her tray empty, she headed back for the kitchen and felt a pinch on
her ass.  She didn't turn around, but kept walking.  She didn't break
stride or even look down when she felt a hand squeeze her breast.  She
went through the double doors away from the crowd and through the
dining hall to the kitchen.  More trays were ready to be taken out.

She reached for the tray closest to the screen door that led from the
kitchen into the courtyard.  She looked and saw that it was twilight,
glancing around she saw Debbie in a flowing gown and open toed high
heeled shoes.  She wore eye shadow in addition to her traditional red
lipstick.  She had a pearl necklace on with matching earrings.

The white girl appeared to be leading a tall black man towards the
kitchen door.  He was at least a head higher than she was even though
she was wearing her blonde hair up.  He was naked except for the thick
chrome studded black leather collar he around his neck.  Shanika saw
he was completely hairless other than his eyebrows.  She was surprised
first because she hadn't seen any black boys at the club and second at
the obviously subservient posture he struck in spite of the size
difference between him and his white mistress.

"Stop here," she commanded him.  She turned and looked up at him, her
face turned angry.  In one move she reached out her hand and grabbed
his testicles, Shanika saw him wince in pain.

"On your knees, nigger!" she barked and virtually pulled him down by
the balls, her leaning forward, him dropping to his knees as she
released them.  "What's the idea staying up on your hind legs like
that, boy?"

"I's, sorry, Miz Debbie," said the chastened negro boy.

"I'll say you are!" she said.  "Now you listen to me, boy.  You stay
here and wait for me.  This will only take a few hours.  I don't want
you talking to these nigger girls.  If I catch you so much as looking
at them wrong, I'll put a hurtin' on you.  And you know I'll do it!"

"Yes'm, Miz Debbie," he drawled, "I won't talk to dem nigga girls."

Her voice softened.  "Now you be a good nigger and I'll save you some
of my supper and try to sneak away and bring it out to you."

"Thank you, Miz Debbie," he said.

"All right then, boy," she said, putting her hands on her hips.  "You
may pay your respects before I go."

The slave boy bent over on his knees, resting himself on his elbows.
He crawled like that for the couple of strides required to reach her.
He proceeded to kiss and lick each of her toes that was exposed
through her shoes.  When he'd done both feet, he rested his head on
the ground before her.

"Good boy." she said quietly and then turned and walked out of sight
around the building, heading for the front entrance.  The black boy
sat back on his knees, presumably to wait for his mistress's return.
He looked around and he saw Shanika through the screen door watching
what had just taken place.  His eyes went immediately to the ground
and he hung his head.

Shanika was startled by Yolanda's voice.  "You there!  What's the hold
up, missy?  Get a tray and get back out there."

The slave girl quickly did as she was told, returning to the guests
with a full tray.  She couldn't get the image of Debbie and the black
boy out of her mind.  She hadn't ever seen anything like it.

Soon it was dinner time.  The guests took their seats and were served.
While they ate, Shanika and the other slave girls made sure their
glasses were full.  Afterwards they cleared the dishes away, and then
served the white diners their dessert.

She was in a constant state of shame and excitement.  Serving the
elegantly clothed ladies and gentlemen while she was completely naked.
She never saw the hands, but she felt them as she moved from table to
table.

"You, there!" called Carl towards Shanika, "Come up here!"

The negro slave girl immediately hurried to the head table.  She could
feel every eye in the room on her naked black body.  Mr. Richards
pushed his chair away from the table and turned it towards Shanika.
She wasn't quite sure what to do.

"Display, girl," he said softly.

Facing the entire room of formally clad white folks, she slowly spread
out her legs and put her hands behind her head.  She looked at the
floor, unable to look at all the white faces pointed in her direction.
Carl reached his hand out and caressed her breasts causing her nipples
to become erect.  He reached between her legs and softly stroked her
sex.  She parted her legs still further.

"She is so wet!" he told the assembled diners.  "This is one of the
most responsive niggers I've come across.  Ain't that right, girl?"

"Yes, Massa," she said quietly.

"Tell them.  Tell them what you like," he laughed, "I already know!"

"I's wet, Massa," she said, feeling light headed, her face was burning
with embarrassment.  "I likes it when Massa play wit' my coochie."

She heard some laughter and opened her eyes.  Every white face in the
room was looking at her.  She felt Mr. Richards finger enter her and
she gasped.

"So you like that, do you?" he asked, playing to the crowd.

"Yes, Massa," she said, shaking both from the humiliation and the
excitement, "I likes what you doin' to my coochie.  It feel real
good."

She tuned out the audience and just concentrated on her master's
touch.  She felt another finger reach for her clit, as Carl continued
to manually work her pussy.  She gave in completely and began push
back against it, grinding herself against his hand.  Gradually she
unconsciously lowered her hands, her master said nothing.  He just
kept stroking her faster and faster.

"Oh!" she exclaimed amidst the whimpering noises she made, her eyes
closed.  "Ah!"  She could hear the sloppy sound of her master slipping
his hand in and out of her soaking wet pussy.  It was the only sound
she could hear as the room had gone still.  Every eye was on the black
slave girl as Carl brought her near climax.

"Oh, Massa," she whispered, feeling it build inside her.  She had put
the onlookers out of her mind.  She focussed entirely on the growing
orgasm.

"Oh!  Kin I cum, Massa?" she whispered.

"Louder," he prompted.

"Massa," she said louder, "kin I cum?  Please, Massa?"

"Yes, you may," he told her.  "Cum for your master like a good nigger
girl."

"Ah!"  Her eyes opened as if startled and her jaw dropped.  "Ah!  Oh!"
Carl felt her gush on his hand as the negro slave girl tensed and then
relaxed.  It was a quiet climax.  A quiet climax in a silent room.
She could hear only her own breathing and heart beating.

"Thank you, Massa," she said softly.  She got on her knees before him
and he reached out with his hand, sticky with her cum, and rubbed it
on the stubble on top of her head.  She backed away from him far
enough to be able to bend forward and touch her head to the floor in
front of his feet.

"Good girl," he said, "now go to the kitchen and have your supper."

Shanika kissed her masters feet and rose up.  She slowly went to the
kitchen, her eyes straight ahead.  She could feel the eyes of everyone
in the room on her along with the squishy wetness between her legs as
she walked.  She pushed open the door and walked in.  The other slave
girls along with the kitchen help and Yolanda all looked up from the
table they sat at as she entered the room.

"Well, girl," said Yolanda, "damned if you ain't Massa Richards'
favorite, too.
Shanika at the Plantation Club
by Neal <bboy4x@yahoo.com>

Chapter 11 - The Dirtballs

The next morning the cycle began again.  Elois, the young negro
attendant prepared Shanika for the day.

"Yo' coochie so smooth, girl!" she observed, stroking the slave girls
waxed pussy.  "Won't be needin' to shave you for a while!"

The experiences of the previous evening were still fresh in Shanika's
mind.  She closed her eyes and remembered the touch of Mr. Richards on
her as he masturbated her to orgasm for the amusement of his dinner
guests at the anniversary gala.  It was embarrassing to have so many
white folks watching as she stood there naked with his hands between
her legs, but it felt good and he seemed almost proud of her.  She was
humiliated having to ask permission to cum, but even now she could
feel herself moistening with the memory.

After Elois was through washing her off, Yolanda took her and helped
the black slave girl on with her collar and shackles so she'd be ready
for the auction.  The heat of the sun had burned off what was left of
the morning chill by the time the older colored lady led the negro
slave girl to her station in shackles.  She chained her there by her
collar.  She sat on her stool waiting for prospective buyers of her
body to come by and take a look at the goods.

Mostly it was solitary white men who came by to check Shanika over.
Sometimes there would be couples who mostly spoke quietly to each
other so that she couldn't hear what was said.  Occasionally a group
of two or more white men would inspect her at once.

She displayed herself in the proscribed manner as they approached and
turned slowly around to give them a complete view.  Frequently they'd
want to see her bend over with her legs spread wide so they could see
everything.  As often as she was forced into this demeaning position,
she never got used to it and felt a fresh wave of humiliation each
time.

Sitting on her stool with her legs spread to show off her genitals was
also a favorite demand of the bidders who inspected her.  This, too,
left her face hot with shame in spite of having repeated the display
so many times.  The colored girl didn't understand why the shame she
felt was alway accompanied by a tingle of excitement and a familiar
growing wetness between her legs.

At one point, a group of four white men walked over to her station.
All wore blue jeans, tee shirts, and work boots.  Shanika assumed the
display position for them.

"If you want big tits, Ed, you've gotta be ready for her to be on the
chubby side," opined a bearded, fortyish white man who was quite
chubby himself.  "These nigger's ain't a bunch of Playboy bunnies
after all."

"I'm just sayin' there ain't no reason we gotta settle for no fat
fuckin' bitch just so we get one with more than a handful of tit
meat," replied the skinny, younger one.  "Auction ain't for over an
hour, Al.  One could still turn up."

"Boys," advised the oldest of them, a gray haired white man wearing a
baseball cap with a farm equipment logo on it, "if'n there's a nigger
like what you want here, you can count on her costing more than we
got.  We just gotta pick out one we can all agree on.  Shit, most of
'em look good enough to fuck to me."

"I like this one, Cy," said the youngest, a little younger than
Shanika with blonde hair.  "She's kinda pretty and she got big boobs.
Kinda looks like that colored girl works in the office.  And look at
that booty!  Man, oh, man!"

The slave girl completed her turn and faced them standing with her
legs apart and her hands behind her head.

"Jesus, Bo!  You horny bastard!  You like all of 'em," said Ed.  "Now,
me, I got refined tastes."  He spoke to the negress, "Bend over,
bitch.  Show us that big black ass."

Shanika turned around and bent over keeping her legs as far apart as
the chain connecting her ankles allowed.

"See, she ain't too fat," observed Al, "You can see her coochie even
though she can't spread her legs all the way.  I'd fuck her in a
heartbeat."

"What wouldn't you fuck, Al?" asked Ed.  Cy and Bo laughed out loud.

"Plenty more niggers to look at, boys," said the older white man.

The group moved on leaving Shanika burning with shame.  These men just
looked on her and the other slave girls as so much fuck meat, she
thought.  All they saw was tits, pussy, and ass.

The parade of bidders continued.  The negress posed as demanded,
exposing herself to potential buyers.  The sun grew hot.  Yolanda
moved down the line of slave display stations with a bucket of cool
water.  Shanika drank thirstily when the older colored lady handed her
a cup.

"Auction'll be starting soon," she said before she moved on to the
next girl.

After a few more bidders inspected the negro slave girl's body,
Mr. Richards took the podium and the auction began.  Yolanda led slave
after slave up to the block where they were sold to the highest
bidder.  Shanika was one of the last to go up.

She shuffled in her shackles behind Yolanda as the older black woman
led her to the platform.  Once she had climbed up onto the block she
assumed the display position and the bidding began.

"This nigger never fails to please.  You can see she's quality
merchandise," Mr. Richards went on.  "She knows her place and she's
always ready.  Let's start her off at 100.  How about it gentlemen, do
I hear 100?"

The bidding went up to 350 for Shanika.  She came down from the
platform to be handed over to the four white men who had taken an
interest in her earlier.  She noticed there were few bidders left and
saw Yolanda leading a skinny older negro with droopy breasts up to the
platform.

"Thank you for buying me, Massa," she said to the eldest of the group,
who now held her chain.

"Hang on there, fellas," said Bo, the youngest.  "We had 400 and only
spent 350.  Let's see if we can get this scrawny one cheap.  Two
niggers gotta be better than one."

"Ok," said Ed, "but you get to fuck that one."

Al, the heavyset one, laughed at this.

"What're you laughin' at?" asked Bo defensively.  "You tellin' me you
wouldn't fuck her?"

"We ain't got her, yet," Cy reminded them.

Shanika recognized the slave who had only fetched 50 when she was at
the club the first time.  The poor negress was led away on all fours,
like a dog, after she was sold that time.  This time she climbed the
steps, assumed the display position with her eyes downcast looking at
the dirt in front of the platform.

"This one may have some miles on her, boys, but there's still plenty
left," Mr. Richards called out.  "She knows how to do what you like.
How about 100 for her?  Do I get 100?"

Like last time, there was no answer from the bidders for 100.  The
older colored slave stood in shame on the auction block, unable to
fetch the initial minimum bid.

"Ok, looks like somebody's gonna get a bargain," said the auctioneer.
"What do I hear for this nigger?"

"Fifty bucks!" shouted Bo.

"I've got 50," Mr. Richards said to the bidders, "how about
75?... 75?...  going once... going twice... sold for 50!"

"See?  I got us another nigger," said Bo proudly.  "Ain't you glad
y'all brought me along?"

"She's older than your momma, Bo," said Al.  "But I'll fuck her."

The skinny negress came down the steps and was presented to Bo.

"Thank you for buyin' me, Massa," she said, her eyes still downcast.

"Hook 'em up and let's go to the cabin, boys," instructed Cy.

Bo hooked the older slave's chain to Shanika's collar and Cy led them
both away.  The other white men went along, too.  They all headed
towards the path the led to the cabins.

Upon arrival at the cabin, Shanika noticed that it was larger than one
she'd been in with Roy on her first visit.  When they went inside she
saw there were two bedrooms off the main room, which had a table and
several chairs and another bed.  There was a counter with a sink along
the back wall and an ice chest sat on the floor in front of it.

Cy let go of chain and sat in one of the chairs.  "Get the chains
off'n these niggers," he said.  "They's just for show anyhow.  These
bitches ain't goin' nowhere no how."

Ed removed Shanika's chains while Bo did the same for the skinny
negress he'd bought.  Al sat at the table.  Ed finished with Shanika
and gave her a slap on her big black butt before taking his seat.  Bo
was taking his time and some how managed to give each of his nigger's
droopy tits a squeeze while ostensibly taking off her collar.  The
older colored woman's shackles now off, Bo joined his friends.

"Make yourselves useful and go get us some beers out of that there
cooler," Cy ordered.  The two slave girls walked to where it was.
Shanika bent over to get the cans out of the ice, the white men's eyes
all drawn to her ample ass.

"I haven't seen you before," whispered the older slave to Shanika.
"I'm Jackie.  I've been coming here for years."

Whap!  Shanika looked around.  Ed had stood back up and held a switch
made from a narrow straight green wooden stick.  Jackie startled,
stood up instinctively putting her hands on her ass where a red line
appeared.

"No one told you to talk, nigger," scolded Ed.  "Fetch those beers.
No more yammering."

Shanika went back to fishing beers out, handing two to the chastised
Jackie.  They put them on the table.

"Open 'em up!," said Ed, exasperated.  "You s'posed to be servin' us!"

The younger colored girl popped the tops of the beer cans and passed
them out.  Jackie stood silently and watched.

"I think the fair way to do this is play a little game to see who gets
first dibs," said Cy.  He produced a deck of playing cards and began
shuffling them.  "Here's what we do.  I'll deal out five cards to each
of us, and we'll pick which nigger we want in order, high hand first.
You all agreeable?"

The other three nodded their agreement.

"I'd like a better look at what we're playin' for," Al chimed in.
"How about we get 'em up on the counter there and squat for us, all
pretty like?  I mean it ain't every day we get a couple of nigger
bitches to do what we want with.  I say let's put 'em where we can see
'em proper like."

"That's the first good idea I've heard you come up with, Al," said Ed.
He looked towards Shanika and Jackie.  "All right, ladies, get up
there and show us what you got for us."

Using a chair to help, the two colored girls climbed up on the
linoleum counter top.  One on each side of the sink.  Shanika squatted
down and opened her legs so wide she could feel the tension in her
thighs.  Jackie did the same.

"Say, that *is* nice," observed Cy.  And then to the negresses, "Put
your hands on top of your heads."

The black slave girls did as ordered.

"Damn!" said Bo incredulously, "So long as I sit down, I can even see
their assholes like this!"

Although she had been forced to show off her naked black body so many
times before, there was something especially demeaning about
displaying her sex so obscenely.  It was if she was nothing but tits,
cunt, and ass to these white men.

"That's right,' said Ed with satisfaction.  "They look just like the
nigger fuck meat they is."

Shanika shuddered.  It was almost as if he had responded to her own
thoughts.  Mortified, she felt that tingle again, betrayed by a part
of herself she seemed unable to control.  She knew her pussy was
getting damp.

She watched as Cy dealt the cards.  No one picked up their hand since
they were all enjoying the view of their negresses, completely exposed
to them for their amusement.  And they *were* amused.  She noticed
them shifting in their seats trying to adjust their hard ons.

"Looks like I go first," Cy observed.  "Three jacks.  I think I'll go
first with the plumpy nigger."  With that he took a long swig of beer.
Shanika was quietly pleased to be first choice even if it was with the
gray haired old man.

Roused from gaping at their captive black sex slaves, the others
picked up their cards.

"I'm next," said Ed.  "Two black queens.  You'd think I'd get both
those colored girls.  But I'd rather have sloppy seconds with chubby
than old droopy tits there."

Jackie hung her head and her shoulders dropped when she heard Ed's
comment.  Shanika felt kind of sorry for her.

Bo had ace high.  "Well, I'll take her.  She's got a pussy.  I don't
mind suckin' on those little floppy tits.  I think I'll like 'em just
fine."  Jackie perked up at being chosen at last.

"I ain't got shit," said Al, "I ain't proud, just horny.  I'll take
whichever one's available to me first."

Cy pushed back from the table, unzipped his pants, and dropped them to
his ankles.  "Over here, girl," He said, patting his thigh.  "Time for
you to do your stuff."

Shanika carefully climbed down from the counter and went over to him.
It was clear to her he wanted his dick sucked.  She dropped to her
knees and started licking his cock and balls.  She heard the sound of
a chair sliding on the floor followed by pants being unzipped.  As she
took Cy's white cock between her thick black lips, she felt another
cock probing between her legs.

"Oh, man," said Ed.  "This nigger is hot!  Her cunt is dripping!  I
think she likes you, Cy."  She felt Ed's cock push into her pussy.

"So long as she sucks my dick good, I'll like her, too!" he replied.
"That's it, nigger.  Suck it good.  Suck it like you was born to suck
it."

Shanika started bobbing her head up and down on Cy's cock as Ed picked
up the pace, drilling her from behind.

"What're you waitin' for, bitch?" she heard Bo say.  "Get your nigger
ass over here and suck my dick."

She heard Jackie get down off the counter and walk across the floor.
Shanika imagined what it must look like, two black slave girls on
their knees servicing their white masters.  The thought made her more
excited.  Much more excited than Ed's thrusting into her made her.

"Agh," croaked Ed.  He grunted and she felt him ejaculate inside her
vagina.  "Man," he gasped, "that was good."  He pulled out and slapped
her on the ass.  She continued to work Cy's cock with her mouth.

"Out of the way," said Al, "my turn."  She felt the big man's gut
against her ass as he pushed his dick into her cunt and started
banging her.

Meanwhile she could hear Cy's breathing quicken.  He was ready to pop.
She started to bob and suck at a faster pace.  Al continued to pound
her pussy.

"Fuck!" exclaimed Cy, "oh, fuck!  That's it.  Suck it you nigger
whore.  Suck yo' daddy's dick.  Suck it!"  He started to cum in her
mouth and she sucked harder.  "Oh, baby, that's it!  Suck yo' daddy's
dick, nigger!"  She let his rapidly receding erection slip out of her
mouth and a little semen drooled from her lip down into his gray pubic
hair.

"This cunt's just too sloppy," said Al breathlessly.  Shanika felt him
withdraw from her pussy and then start probing for her asshole.  She
had never been taken anally and the sharp pain she felt when Al shoved
his cock up her ass made her cry out.

"Take it, bitch," growled Al.  "Take it up your ass the way a nigger
was made to take it."

"Oh, Massa," she cried, "You hurtin' yo' nigga bad!  Please, no mo',
Massa!"  She felt as if she where being split in two.  "I's sorry I so
sloppy, Massa.  Let me suck yo' dick.  I suck it good fo' you.  Please
don't fuck yo' nigga's ass no mo'!"  Tears rolled down her face.

Her pleading had the desired effect as Al couldn't hold back any
longer.  He grunted wordlessly and filled her ass with cum.

She looked over at Jackie, on her knees she had grasped Bo's cock with
one hand and was stroking it while holding the head in her mouth
slurping on it.

"That's enough of that," Bo panted.  "Turn around.  Time for you to
get butt fucked, nigger."

Jackie immediately let go of his hard white cock and turned around,
presenting herself to him like a bitch in heat to be mounted.  He got
on his knees and shoved his saliva coated dick up her skinny black
ass.  She grunted and exhaled noisily as he pushed it in until his
balls were slapping against her neglected pussy.  She dropped from her
hands to her elbows

He began to slam into her and her droopy tits swung back and forth in
response to his thrusts.  The room reeked of sex and rang with the
sound of flesh slapping flesh.  Shanika watched from her hands and
knees, semen leaking out of all three of her openings.  The other
white men had taken their seats and were enjoying the show.

"Yeah!," cried Bo, still slamming into the skinny negro slave , "I'm
gonna cum up you nigger ass, bitch.  Ah!  Ah!!"  He stiffened,
emptying himself into the colored woman's rectum.

All was quiet for a moment other than the sound of heavy breathing.
Bo stood up looking down on the still kneeling form of the older
negress he'd just violated.  He was young enough to be her son and he
had just used her in the most humiliating way he could think of.  He
paused for a minute, drinking in the scene and then reached for his
pants on the floor.

"Damn, Bo," said Cy.  "You just 'bout tore that poor nigger girl up!"

"She'll get over it," the young blonde man replied.  "I need a beer.
Fetch me one, girl."

Shanika stood up.  She could feel how sore her ass was and how stiff
her muscles were after being used by the white men while kneeling on
the hard wood floor.

"Not you," he stopped her.  "I want *my* nigger to get it."

Slowly, Jackie got to her feet.

"No, no.  Not like that.  On your knees.  Do it."  Bo was feeling
powerful after having his way completely with the older black slave.

She sank back down and walked on her knees over to the cooler.  She
returned to him where he now sat and placed the can in front of him on
the table.

"Now go get one for each of my friends like a good monkey," smirked
Bo.

They all watched as Jackie went back to the ice chest on her knees.
The white men in their chairs, Shanika standing nearby.  The younger
black slave girl felt bad for the older negress as she was being
tormented this way.

Jackie retrieved three beers and held the cold cans to her chest with
her arms to keep from dropping them.  When she got back to the table
she carefully put one in front of each of her masters.

"Back on the counter, you two," demanded Al.  "Let's see how you look
after the workout y'all got."

Jackie, still on her knees, went to the counter, climbed up and
reassumed the humiliating wide open squatting position.  She put her
hands on top of her head and spread her legs wide.  Shanika did the
same.  Splayed out like this, she could feel the semen dripping out of
her cunt and asshole.  It formed two creamy white puddles on the
counter-top.

"Damn, there's spunk coming of every hole on that chubby one,"
observed Ed.  "Kind of disgustin', but that's a well fucked nigger
whore for ya."

"So what do we do now?" asked Bo.

Cy sipped on his beer.  "Relax, boy.  We got all day to enjoy these
niggers.  You got to learn to slow down and enjoy yourself.  Here we
are, havin' a beer takin' in the sights."  He nodded to the two slave
girls.  "Take it easy."

Ed picked up the green wood stick and swished it through the air.
"Man, I'd like to try this out on one of those bitches," he said.  "I
bet they'd squeal like pigs gettin' whupped with it."

"Which one?" asked Al.

"Shit, I dunno," Ed replied.  "I think the chubby one would be more
fun.  On the other hand, I did just fuck her.  Maybe I should whup the
skinny one."

"The thing to do is have a contest of some kind," said Cy.  "Then whup
whichever one loses."

"How 'bout we take 'em outside," suggested Al.  "We could make 'em pee
for us like dogs.  Then whup whichever one makes the smallest puddle."

"Jesus, Al!" Cy exclaimed.  "You are one nasty motherfucker, you know
that?"

"I like it," said Ed.  "Al is full of good ideas today.  I say let's
do that."  He swished the switch through the air a couple more times.

"All right," sighed the older man.  "Bo, get the rope.  Al, bring the
niggers out."

Cy and Ed got up and headed for the door.  Bo went rummaging in a
duffle bag on the floor.  Al went to the counter.

"Ok, you heard the man," said the fat white man, his eyes drawn to the
slave girls' intimate regions as he spoke.  "Hop down from there and
let's go outside."

Slowly, Shanika and Jackie climbed down and stepped towards the door.

"No, no, no," chided Al.  "Down on all fours.  Like nigger dogs."

Resigned to their station, the two colored girls did as they were
commanded and got down on their hands and knees and crawled towards
the door.

"That's better," he said.  "Out you go."

The afternoon sun was still high in the sky and it was hot outside
compared to the shade of the cabin.  With Al walking behind them, the
negresses awkwardly came down the steps and crawled through the dust
to where the other three white men stood.

"Squat, dogs," commanded Ed.  "Squat and piss on the ground.
Whichever one of you makes the smallest puddle gets this."  He
swooshed the switch through the air.

The younger black slave girl was having trouble starting the flow in
front of an audience that was watching her so intently.  She could
hear the sound of Jackie's urine hitting the ground where she squatted
next to her.  Shanika looked away from the white men and finally
managed to start a trickle going.  She just couldn't do anymore.

"Well, what d'ya know?" said Bo.  "I woulda thought the big one would
make the biggest puddle.  Looks like *my* nigger is the pissin'
champ!"

"Tie her hands," said Cy.  "Then put the rope round this here tree so
her arms are up.  Ed'll be able to get at her good that way."

"Let's have your hands," Bo ordered Shanika.

She submissively held out her hands, the wrists touching.  He wrapped
the rope around her wrists several turns and then wrapped the rope
around the turns between her hands, binding them tightly.  He led her
to the large tree in front of the cabin and threw the other end of the
rope up over a low limb, tying it off around the trunk.  Shanika now
stood out from the tree with her bound hands stretched over her head.
She had to stand on her toes some to relieve the pressure of the rope
on her wrists.

"Looks good," said Ed.  "I think I'll get warmed up on her ass."

He walked around behind the tied slave girl, drew back his arm, and
layed the switch across the negress's ass with a resounding thwack.
Shanika yelped at the blow.  A red line appeared where she'd been
struck.

Thwack!  She yelped again.  Another red line.  Thwack!  Again she
yelped.  Again a red line on her black ass.  Thwack!  This time he hit
a spot for the second time.  She cried out.  "Ow!"  She felt him run
his hand over her cheeks.

"I can feel the welts rising," reported Ed.  "Nice and warm, too."
She heard him step back.

Thwack!  "Owww!" she cried.  Thwack!  Thwack!  She tried to avoid the
blows, but she was stretched to her toes by the rope and couldn't do
anything except twist around.

"Dance, monkey!" yelled Bo.  Cy and Al laughed.  Thwack!  Thwack!
Shanika's tears flowed freely.  Her ass was burning.

"Do the front," suggested Al.  "Whip those udders!"

Ed didn't need any more encouragement and walked around the bound
slave.

Thwack!  This blow went across the top of her breasts.  She cried out
in pain.  Thwack!  Thwack!  The last one hit one of her black nipples.
"Owww!" she sobbed.

He reached out and ran his hands on her breasts.  She tried to recoil
from his touch, but she couldn't, tied as she was.  It hurt where he
touched the welts.  Her face was wet from tears.

"I know I just fucked you, nigger," he said to her, "but whuppin' you
like this is gettin' my dick hard."

Thwack!  Right across her thighs.  Thwack!  Another one to the thighs.
Thwack!  A little higher, this blow left a red line that crossed her
slit.  She cried out again.

"Ok, that's enough," said Ed releasing the rope from the trunk of the
tree.  Shanika lowered her arms as the rope went slack and tried to
rub on her sore breasts but it was impossible with her hands still
tied together.

"Lie down and spread 'em," he ordered.

She couldn't believe he was going to fuck her again after having just
beaten her with the switch.  She felt completely degraded as she lay
in the dirt and spread her legs, offering her welted sex to her
tormenter.  Ed stood over her and took off his pants revealing a
raging hard on.  He quickly got down on the ground between the colored
girl's legs and slid his hard white cock into her abused black pussy.

"So, who's nigger are you now, bitch?" he whispered huskily to her.
"Let me hear it."

"I's yo' nigga, Massa," she replied, still sniveling having not
recovered yet from the beating.

"That's right, bitch," he said, pumping faster, "you're mine.  Mine to
whip.  Mine to fuck.  Ain't that right?"

"Tha's right, Massa," she said back to him, "I's yo' nigga to whip and
fuck.  I's yo' nigga."

He continued to pound her sore pussy as the other three white men
looked on along with Jackie, who also watched with fascination.
Finally he tensed and Shanika felt him cum inside her.

"Man, what a ride," he said, rising to his feet above the used slave
girl.  Shanika lay in the dirt, her face streaked with tears, three
welts across her breasts and three more across her thighs.  Semen
leaked out of her vagina and down the crack of her ass.

"Get up," her ordered as he put his pants back on.

She did as ordered and looked around as she got to her feet.  Bo was
sitting on the ground leaning against another tree.  Jackie was on her
knees, her head bobbing on Bo's cock.  Obviously, watching Shanika's
debasement had aroused the young white man so much that he needed some
relief in his slave's mouth.

Cy stepped forward and removed the rope from her wrists.  "Come inside
with me," he said, "and we'll get you cleaned up."

Ed had wandered over to where Bo was getting sucked off by Jackie as
Cy led Shanika into the cabin.  He found a clean cloth and wet it at
the sink and sat in a chair.  The colored girl stood quietly as the
old white man wiped off her face.  He resoaked the cloth in cool water
and gently cleaned the dust from the welts on her black body.

"Old Ed really went to town on you, girl," he said, "I didn't realize
what a mean streak he has."

The cool wet cloth was soothing to the young slave girl and she began
to feel a little better.

"Open your legs so I can get at that fine coochie of yours," he said
softly.  She complied and felt the wet cloth between her legs as Cy
gently clean the semen and dust off her.

"There you go," he said.  "Now come and sit in my lap."

She felt even better now and sat in the old man's lap.  He was kind of
grandfatherly in a way.  It was hard for her to imagine that this was
the same man whose cock she had in her mouth earlier.  He stroked her
back with a calloused hand.  He brought the other hand to her breast
and squeezed it gently.  She started as he brushed a rough hand over a
welt.

"Did I hurt you, girl?" he asked.

"Tha's ok, Massa.  You touch what you want," she told him.  "I's yo'
nigga, too.  It don't hurt too bad no mo'."

He continued to fondle her saggy black breasts, squeezing them and
lifting them.

"You got fine titties, girl," he praised her.  "Even for a nigger.they
fine.  Colored girls all got nice titties.  Nice booties, too.  But
you are a fine picture of a negress."

"Thank you, Massa," she said, warming to him, "I's glad you like me."

"Oh, I like you, girl," he replied.  He moved his hand down between
her legs.  She parted them so he could get at her sex.  "Yeah, you are
fine.  And well trained, too.  Opening those legs up for me like that
without being told.  With some niggers, it takes a long time to train
'em so good."  She felt his fingers on her pussy.  In spite of the
pain she'd felt earlier, she noticed the tingle was starting inside.

Just then she heard a yelp from outside.  Then another.  Then
footsteps on the wooden porch floor.  And voices.

"Get on in there, girl!" she heard Bo's voice.

Thwack!  The sound of the switch on flesh.  Another yelp.  Then Jackie
appeared, crawling on all fours she scampered into the cabin.  Bo was
right behind her, brandishing the switch.  Thwack!  He smacked her on
the ass with it.  She yelped again.  Shanika could see several welts
forming on the older negresses' black flesh.  Ed and Al followed,
laughing.

"That's right, Bo!" laughed Ed.  "Beat that nigger like the dog she
is!"

"No, Massa!" cried Jackie, "No mo'!  You beatin' my poor black ass
raw!  Please, Massa!  Please fuck yo' nigga an' don' whup her no mo!"

"But I feel like whuppin' your bony black ass!" objected Bo.  "I
already done fucked you enough."

"God dammit, boys!" Cy raised his voice.  "Can't you see I'm enjoying
a peaceful moment here?  You fools got to raise such a ruckus?"

"Sorry, Cy," whined Bo.  "We was jus' havin' some fun, that's all."

Jackie cowered against the wall.

"Y'all got to think up something better to do," said Cy.  "Fun's fun,
boys, but enough's enough."

"You ain't our daddy, Cy," said Ed.  "'sides, we done whupped this
nigger much as we wanted anyhow.  All fucked out, too."

"Go clean that poor girl up some," said Cy to Shanika, handing her the
cloth he'd used on her.

Shanika went over to the sink and rinsed the cloth out.  Jackie stood
up and the younger woman wiped off her face.  Rinsing the cloth out
again, she continued to clean the dust off the older negress's body.
She rubbed it over her chest and breasts, lifting one small floppy tit
to get under it, and then the other.  She rinsed it again and brushed
the dust off her back, she'd apparently been on her back outside.
Another rinse of the cloth and she used it to get the dust off her
ass.

She soaked the cloth under the tap again and went to clean the semen
from between her legs.  Jackie parted her legs to give her access.
Shanika squatted on the floor wiped down the older colored woman's
legs.  As she was finishing she noticed that the only sound in the
room was Jackie's breathing, which was getting heavier.  She glanced
towards the table where the white men sat and saw she had their rapt
attention.

"That's hot," said Al.  "Seeing them niggers like that's kind of like
the girlie show they got in the city.  Why don't you two get down with
each other?  I'd like to see that."

"Al, you old pervert!" said Ed.  "Another fine idea.  I'm all tuckered
out.  Let's just have 'em put on a little lezzie show for us."

"See, I knew you boys could come up with somethin' better," Cy agreed.
"Finish what you doin', girl.  Then give her a nice wet kiss.  Then
let's just see where it goes."

Shanika couldn't believe this.  After all that had gone on, now they
wanted to watch the objects of their torment make love for their
amusement.  She had never been with a woman before she got involved
with the club.  And until now she had only serviced her mistress's at
their command.  This was different.  And to do it in front of the
leering white men shamed her completely.  But she knew she must do as
ordered.

She looked up at Jackie and their eyes met.  The older negro woman
smiled down at her.  Shanika stood and leaned forward to press her
lips to Jackie's.

"Better'n that!" complained Al.  "I want to see some tongue.  Kiss her
good!"

Shanika felt a fresh wave of humiliation.  She fought to forget the
onlookers and focus on Jackie.  She looked into her dark brown eyes.
She did look sweet, she thought.  She put her arms around her and
pressed her lips to those of the other colored woman and kissed her.
Then again.  She felt Jackie's arms go around her.  They pressed their
lips together and Shanika started pushing her tongue into the other
black girl's mouth.  Jackie's tongue met hers.  In spite of
everything, she could feel her growing arousal.

They stood there kissing for the white men for several minutes.  Their
tongues in each other's mouth.  Their arms embracing each other.
Shanika felt Jackie's hand running over her back and caressing her
ass.  She reciprocated and began to rub on her new lover's skin.  She
ran her hand over the raised welts on Jackie's soft skin, causing the
older negress to flinch slightly.  She pulled her hand away.

"Sorry," whispered Shanika so that only Jackie could hear her.

"That's ok, baby," she whispered back.  "It feels good.  Don't stop."

Shanika returned her hand to Jackie's ass, gently running it over her
soft flesh trying to avoid the welts left by the switch.  She also
resumed their long deep kiss.

"Enough of that.  On the floor and get down to business," instructed
Al.

This reminded Shanika that they weren't alone and as much as she tried
to block it from her consciousness, this intimate act was for the
amusement of their masters and not their own pleasure.  They lay on
the hard wooden floor, Jackie on her back, Shanika on top of her.
Kissing her one more time, the younger woman began tracing her tongue
down to the older negress's breast.

Holding one floppy tit in her hand she ran her tongue around the dark
brown nipple.  It was already hard.  She started to suck on it,
eventually she was able to draw the entire breast into her mouth.  She
could feel Jackie barely humping against her thigh.

Switching breasts, she licked the other nipple and then sucked the
whole tit into her mouth.  She had never suckled a woman before, and
it felt strange to her, especially with Jackie's small floppy breasts.
She felt the older slave's hands on her back, rubbing her as she
licked and sucked her breasts.

"Now you," she heard her whisper.  They reversed positions, with
Shanika on the bottom.  Jackie held the young negro slave's breasts,
on each hand as she gently licked and sucked her nipples.  Shanika
could feel herself getting more excited.  The older black woman kissed
her way down her belly to her pussy and started lapping her tongue
along her slit.

"That's it!" exclaimed Bo.  "Eat that poontang!  Get over her face so
you can sixty nine!"

Her face hot with shame at the reminder of their audience's presence,
Shanika looked up to see Jackie straddling her head making her vagina
available to the younger colored girl's mouth.  She reached her hands
to the older negress's ass and pulled her down so she could lick her
cunt.  Thus interlocked, the slave girls licked and sucked each
other's pussies.  Gradually, Shanika began to tune out the onlookers
and concentrated on pleasuring Jackie as she was pleasuring her.

After a few minutes of this she heard one of the men get up and walk
towards them.  A pair of hairy white knees rested on the floor above
her head and a pair of white hands lifted Jackie off Shanika's mouth.
She watched as a hard white cock was shoved into the black pussy above
her face and began fucking it.

"Don't stop eating her, girl," said Bo's voice, "I never fucked a
nigger dyke before.  You can lick my balls, chubby."

Shanika was shamed to be interrupted this way, but strained her head
up to comply.  She felt the tingly feeling from Jackie's ministrations
fade as she began using her tongue on her master's testicles.  She
could hear the soft slurping sounds mixed with the slap of flesh on
flesh as the fucking display continued before her eyes.  She
discovered that all she had to do was hold her tongue out since Bo's
fucking motion would drag his balls back and forth over it.

"Oh, fuck, this is great!" he gasped.  "Oh, man!  Ah!"

She watched as he shoved his cock hard into Jackie's cunt as he came.
He slipped it out while he was still ejaculating, spraying the outside
the the older colored woman's pussy and Shanika's face.  Semen dripped
off Jackie's labia as well as out of her vagina on to Shanika's
immobilized head.

Every time she thought she'd experienced the worst humiliation
possible, it would be surpassed.  To have her face used as a cum
catcher this way left her totally debased.

She saw Bo stand up finally and Jackie continued to lick her pussy
until Al ordered her to stop.

"My turn to fuck this nigger," he announced, "but I want her on top.
Clean that shit off your face and come here, bitch."  He went to the
bed on the other side of the room and lay on his back.  "Mount up."

Shanika got to her feet and rinsed her face off at the sink.  She went
over to the bed and got up on top of Al, straddling him between her
thighs.  She lowered herself onto his cock and started humping him.

"Oh, yeah," he sighed, "that how to do it."

He looked up at her as she bounced on his cock, her breasts swaying
with each thrust.

"You like that, Massa?" asked the young slave girl.  "You like havin'
yo' nigga fuck you like this?"

"Yeah," he said.  "Fuck me like that."  His closed his eyes as she
continued to move herself up and down on him.

She was getting tired and wanted to finish him.  She'd learned what to
say.

"You gonna cum in yo' nigga, Massa?" she cooed.  "You gonna cum all up
her coochie?  Huh? "

"Oh, yeah," he murmured.

"You gonna cum, now?  You gonna make me yo' nigga?"  She was bouncing
hard and fast.  Her breasts were swinging back and forth.  "Please,
Massa.  Please cum in yo' nigga.  Please, Massa."

His eyes opened suddenly and she felt the warm jolt of his
ejaculation.

"Tha's it, Massa," she whispered to him.  "I's yo' nigga now.  All
full a yo' cum.  Yo' nigga slut."

She looked up and saw that Jackie was sucking Ed off as he watched her
fucking Al.  Bo was drinking beer, glassy eyed.  Cy was looking at
her, or at least her tits, anyway.  She was just a thing for these
white men to put their cocks into.  A nigger fuck thing.  Her
intimacies an amusement for them.  Sexual entertainment.  But
somewhere inside her, the idea thrilled her.  She didn't understand
why, only that it did.  And that shamed her more than any degradation
she'd suffered directly from them.

The next morning, Shanika awoke on the bed in the main room.  Al was
gone and it was Bo between her legs.  It wasn't the first time she'd
been fucked in her sleep at the club, waking to a stubble faced white
man with his cock in her cunt.  But it was always a humiliating
experience.  She felt like she was less than a slut or a whore.  She
was just a black pussy for white men to use.  It didn't matter to them
if she was asleep when they did it.

He ejaculated in her vagina with a grunt and got off of her, not
noticing that she was now awake.  She watched him walk outside.  Cy
came over to her carrying her collar and shackles.

"Time to get you back," he said.

"Don't you want to fuck yo' nigga first, Massa?" she asked.  Of the
lot of them, Cy had been the kindest, caring for her after the
whupping she'd gotten from Ed.

"Sorry, girl," he said, "I'm an old man now.  I just don't have it in
me."

She wasn't sure why, but she got up on the bed on her knees and
assumed the display position she knew the white men liked.  Her legs
were spread, her breasts thrust forward, her hands clasped behind her
head.

"You sho I can't do nothin' fo' you, Massa?" she asked.  "I's yo'
nigga.  I does whatever you like."

He reached his hand out and ran it over her breasts and then down
between her legs, still sticky with Bo's semen.  Even though she'd
just been fucked, his touch was the first pleasure she'd felt that
morning.

"This is enough," he said.  "You're a fine nigger.  I wish I was
younger.  I'd do you up right now."  He put the hardware on the bed.
"Get this shit on.  I gotta get you back."

Now shackled and collared again, Shanika shuffled out and down the
stairs of the cabin to where Cy waited with Jackie.  He hooked the
older colored woman's chain to the younger slave girl's collar and led
them silently to the slave barn.  The other white men were nowhere to
be seen.

Yolanda was in the courtyard and accepted the chain lead from Cy.

"These two are fine niggers, girl," he said.  "I'll have to come back
by myself some time so's I don't have to share 'em.

He walked away.  Yolanda led the two black slave girls into the barn
to get them ready for the day.
Shanika at the Plantation Club
by Neal <bboy4x@yahoo.com>

Chapter 12 - The Coworker

Yolanda unhooked Jackie's chain from Shanika's collar and handed the
black slave girl off to Elois, the young negro attendant.

"Damn, girl," said Elois looking at the welts on Shanika's body,
"what'd you do to get that?"

"Nothin'," she replied.  "My massa jus' like to whup on me.  He got so
'cited by it he jus' push me down an' fuck me."

"Damn," Elois shook her head.  "I try to be careful washin' you."

Since her pussy waxing the day of the gala, Shanika still didn't need
to be shaved so Elois took her straight to the wash stall.  She
squatted and relieved herself while the attendant girl got the bucket
of soapy water to wash her with.  It was a relief for her to pee
without an audience for a change.

Elois returned and used the cloth rather than the harsh brush on
Shanika's welted flesh.  It still stung her, especially on the spots
that Ed had hit more than once with the switch.  The cold hose water
actually helped numb the lingering pain and ease the swollen lines
across her chocolate brown skin.

The girl returned the negro slave to Yolanda, taking Jackie in
exchange.  Shanika stood with the older colored lady and watched as
Elois fretted over Jackie's welts as she prepared to shave her pussy
smooth.  Yolanda heard someone approach from outside and went out the
door only to return a minute later with Bernetha, the big black slave
girl who had accompanied Shanika to the club a couple of days earlier.

Unlike most of the slaves, Bernetha had long braided hair, apparently
favored by the club director.  Mr. Richards had insisted that she not
be shorn and her long braids were spared the clippers.  The fat negro
girl glanced at Shanika, her eyes drawn to the marks on her body.

"That hurt bad?" she asked.

"It looks worse than it feels now," replied Shanika.  "Ain't you never
been whupped like this?"

"Yeah, I been whupped worse," said the big girl.  "I had a massa,
whupped on my boobs and left 'em bruised for days afterwards.  He made
me lie on my back and hol' my legs open so's he use his stick on my
coochie.  Good thing they won't let em use anything worse than that
here.  That man woulda tore me up.  I's lucky he got so horny doin'
it.  He jus' threw *that* stick down and put *his* stick in me, if'n
you know what I mean.  I was cryin' an' shit, but he didn't care.  He
jus' wanted to bust a nut in his nigga."

"So why you come back if they treat you so bad?" asked Shanika.

"Like I tol' you on the ride here, these men, they crazy for me," she
said, looking Shanika in the eye.  "An' I like the rough stuff,
believe it or not.  'sides the club won't let 'em hurt you too bad."

"When I get led up to that block, they all lookin' at me like they
gotta have me", she continued.  "An' I stands up there while they
biddin' fo' me and I feels all 'cited 'bout it.  Some strange white
man 'bout to buy me an' use me an' I's already wet fo' him an' I don'
even know which one it'll be.  Don't you feel that way?"

"I think I do," replied Shanika.  Just hearing Bernetha's description
of the auction experience had her feeling tingly and she grew excited
at the prospect of displaying herself for her potential white masters
and mistresses.  She was looking forward to being led to the block
herself and sold to a stranger to use for his own gratification.

But at the same time, she felt there must be something wrong with her
to want that kind of treatment.  She could only admit it to someone
like Bernetha who understood.

Another arrival sent Yolanda back outside, this time returning with
Maya and Darla, the mother and daughter who had also made the journey
with Shanika.  It seemed they had been purchased as a pair the last
time they were sold.

Maya looked none the worse for wear other than the streaks of dried
semen on her chin and chest, but her teenage daughter, who had seemed
so sure of herself on the trip, now just stood humble in her chains,
eyes focussed on the ground in front of her feet.  Like her mother,
she too wore her previous master's cum on her young black body, only
more, especially on the insides of her thighs.  She had obviously been
used repeatedly.

"So you still all full of yo'self now, chile?" said mother to
daughter.  This was probably the first chance they'd had to speak.
"Now you full of white man's spunk.  Now you know what bein' fucked
all about."

Darla didn't respond or even look up.

Elois finished hosing Jackie off and brought her back to where the
other slaves waited.

"Take this disobedient one next, girl," Yolanda said to Elois,
indicating Darla.  "And use that brush on her nasty coochie."  Yolanda
still remembered the hard time the young girl had given her upon her
arrival.

The attendant girl led the shamed teenager away to where her pussy
could be shaved.  She showed no reaction to the razor.  When her pubic
area was smooth Elois brought her into the wash stall and she
immediately squatted over the drain and urinated.  She looked up for a
moment to make sure that Yolanda noticed her cooperation.

Darla stood stoically as she was scrubbed with the brush from the
bucket.  She spread her legs obediently and suffered the harsh brush
on her tender nether region without complaint.

Hosed off, she was returned to the gaggle of slave girls.  Elois took
Bernetha off to be shaved.

Yolanda put her hand under Darla's chin, lifting her head, and the
teenager looked up into her eyes.  "Good girl," the colored lady
praised her.  "You're learning now."

Darla's expression softened a little and when Yolanda took her hand
away the teenager held her head up, her eyes straight ahead.  She
looked into the wash stall where Bernetha was squatting and peeing
into the drain.  She continued to watch as Elois bathed the big
colored girl, scrubbing her dark flesh with the brush.

She saw the slave girl lift one of her large breasts and then the
other to allow the young negro attendant to get the brush under them.
The large negress even squatted some so that the harsh scrub brush
could be used on her sensitive pussy.  The teenager was proud that she
hadn't flinched either, even though the rough treatment hurt.

After Bernetha was hosed off it was Maya's turn.  Darla watched a
little gleefully at first at the sight of her mother suffering the
indignity of having her pubic hair shaved off by the the young negro
girl.  She especially enjoyed watching her shame as she was made to
squat and urinate in front of her like an animal.  The teenager took
some delight in seeing her scrubbed down with the painful scrub brush
and rinsed off with cold hose water.

All the slave girls were now ready for inspection.  Yolanda chained
them together and led them out into the yard, leaving each one at her
individual station.  The white men, and a couple of white women, were
already standing around waiting for the spectacle to begin.

Shanika dutifully displayed herself to potential buyers as she had
many times already.  Clasping her hands behind her head caused her
saggy breasts to hang nicely and spreading her legs plainly showed off
her slit.  Turning to show off her ample ass completed the routine.
Bidders gathered to watch and then moved along to inspect the other
human merchandise.

Another lone white man approached her and she assumed the display
position for him.  Something about him seemed familiar, but so out of
place that she didn't know him.

"Shanika?" he asked incredulously.  "Is that you?"

"Yes, sir," she replied, trying to remember, "I's Shanika."

"Jesus, Shanika!" he said, "Don't you remember me?  It's Dave.  You
were the receptionist where I used to work.  I barely recognize you."
He began to drink in the vision of the naked slave girl, displaying
herself so erotically for him.

She did remember him now.  Dave.  The computer tech.  She'd rebuffed
him when he asked her out over a year ago.  She'd forgotten about him
quickly when he got a better job at another company.

"Yes, sir," she said her face burning, "I remember."

She was mortified at this development.  It had never occurred to her
that someone from her other life might find her here.  Back then, she
was too fine.  She wore slightly sexy business clothes from the high
class stores at the mall, had her hair and nails done every week, and
spent a lot of time on her make-up before going to the office.  She
was biding her time as a receptionist until she could move up to be a
secretary and then and executive secretary.

The nerdy white boy was not the kind of person to get involved with.
She had her sights set higher.  But now, she stood naked and chained,
her black body on display for his inspection.  And later that black
body he'd desired would be available as merchandise for him to
purchase and use however he desired.  His eyes slowly took in her bare
breasts and shaved pussy.  She noticed him do a subtle double take
when he noticed the fresh welts on her flesh.

"What are you doing here?  I heard there were layoffs, but, Christ!"
He spoke to her but was unable to break his gaze away from her chest.

"I's a nigga slave, sir," she said, humiliated by the words she must
speak.

"I never heard you talk like this either.  I can't believe it's you,"
he said and paused for a moment as he looked her over again.  "Jesus,
you're hot.  I mean I thought you were attractive before, that's why I
asked you out, but now...  Jesus!"

"Thank you, sir." she replied, trying to think of him as an anonymous
bidder.

"Sit down and spread your legs, Shanika," he ordered.  His little head
was overcoming the inhibitions in the big one.  She was a slave now
and he was a potential buyer, he thought.  Might as well examine the
merchandise.

The colored slave girl complied and spread her legs for her former
coworker.  He gladly took a long look at her black vagina.

"Man, how I've dreamed about what you might look like naked and now,
here you are," he said, never taking his eyes from her private parts.

"So you're a nigger now, are you?" he asked rhetorically, his voice
hardening.  "Well, I came here to buy a nigger.  I kept thinking about
you so I came here to buy a nigger to fuck.  And here you are.  A
nigger.  This is going to work out perfectly.  Stand up and bend over,
nigger.  Spread those cheeks so I can see the asshole I'm gonna stick
my dick into."

Shanika stood, her legs trembling slightly.  She turned and bent over
as Dave commanded.  The colored girl felt light headed and her face
was hot with shame.  This was just the latest humiliation in a long
line, she thought, her heart pounding in her ears.  She reached her
hands behind her, pressing the chain of her wrist shackles painfully
against her body, and spread her ass cheeks, displaying her asshole
for the white man's inspection.

"This is so sweet.  It took me a while to get up the nerve to come up
here," he continued, "But it looks like I picked the right day.  You
look good, Shanika.  Good enough to fuck.  And today that's what's
going to happen."

He turned and walked down to the next station.  Even as he had Maya
showing off her sex to him, he kept looking back at Shanika.

A white couple approached and her attention was directed away from
Dave.  The man looked her up and down, while the petite woman
concentrated on her saggy breasts, blushing when she realized she was
staring.

As they moved on, Yolanda moved down the line to water the slave
girls.  Shanika was thirsty from the hot sun, but running into Dave
had really made her mouth go dry.  She drank from the cup the older
negress gave her and wondered what lay ahead.

"It's almost time to start, girl." said Yolanda, moving on with the
bucket of cold water.

A white teenager walked over to Shanika's station next.  Ordinarily
being forced to display herself for a boy so much younger than she was
humiliated her greatly.  But all she could think about was Dave and
what he might have in mind for her.  She remembered how crushed he'd
seemed when she dismissed his offer of dinner or drinks after work.
She was ashamed to remember that she'd even taken a little delight in
putting the nerd in his place at the time.

"Show me your cunt, nigger," ordered the white boy.

Shanika sat and spread her legs for the teenage boy.  He smirked at
the power he had over the black woman.  He obviously knew she had to
do what he said and he loved it.

"Not bad," he commented.  "Now get up and bend over.  Show me both
your fuck holes."

She stood and turned around and bent over, spreading her cheeks for
the leering white boy.

"I've only got ten bucks," he laughed, "so I hope you go cheap!"  He
walked away, leaving her alone in the degrading position.

Mr. Richards took the podium.  "All right, settle down, folks," he
called, "We're gonna start now."

Shanika stood and turned back around to watch the proceedings.
Yolanda walked by her leading Bernetha to the auction block.  The big
black girl's breasts and ass trembled with each step.  She held her
head high as she climbed up on the platform and displayed her nude
body for the crowd.  Hands behind her head, she slowly turned around
to give them a good look at her ample charms.

"We're gonna get goin' with this fine negress." he announced.  "She's
a big girl so she's got plenty to offer.  They say the softer the
cushion the better the pushin'!  Whoever buys this nigger will find
out that's no lie!  I'm gonna start her off at 200."

The bids started noisily.  Bernetha was obviously a highly desired
prize.  She finally went for 650.  She smiled slightly as she was led
down to her new owner, a little chubby himself, and obviously pleased
to have won the bidding for her.

Yolanda came for Maya and Darla next, leading the chained naked mother
and daughter to be sold together.  With just enough room on the block
to accommodate them, the two black women assumed the display position
side by side.

"Now here's an opportunity we don't have every day," called out the
auctioneer.  "A mother and daughter, a terrific combination of
experience and youth.  She may be a little young to have an eighteen
year old child, but I guess this nigger got started early.  I know
they'll go high, so let's start at 500."

Mr. Richards obviously knew his business since the bids went up
quickly.  Maya and Darla went for 1350 to a nicely dressed white man
who looked much closer to Darla's age than Maya's.

Finally it was Shanika's turn.  Yolanda led her through the crowd to
the platform, her bare feet shuffling in the dust, her chains jingling
softly.  She climbed up on the block and faced the crowd with her legs
spread and her arms up, hands behind her head in the proscribed
manner.

"I can attest to the excitability of this next negress," said
Mr. Richards.  "This nigger's always ready and knows how to please her
master.  Do I hear 100 for her?"

When the bidding got to 500 there were only two white men left in the
auction, but each was determined to get her.  675 was the winning bid.
Yolanda led Shanika down and handed her chain to Dave, who smiled
broadly at her.

"Thank you for buyin' me, Massa," she said humbly, her eyes downcast.

Dave looked her up and down as he held her chain in his hand.  Yolanda
went off to fetch the next slave girl up for auction.

"So it looks like I have you after all, Shanika," he said with a sense
of satisfaction.  "Want to go on a date with me now?"

She looked up at him with a puzzled look on her face.  Their eyes
locked for a long moment.

"Get down on the ground, nigger," he commanded her finally.  "Get down
and lick my shoes."

Shanika saw she was the center of attention.  She could see Yolanda
hadn't reached the back benches yet as she led Jackie to the block.
All eyes were on her as she dropped to her hands and knees.  With her
ass in the air facing the crowd she started licking the dust off of
Dave's sneakers.

He stood reveling in the attention from the onlookers and his black
slave girl's total humiliation.  Without further instruction, Shanika
continued to run her now dry tongue over her white master's shoes.
She could hear the sound of foot steps along with a chain dragging
across the wooden steps to the platform.

"Let's go, bitch," ordered Dave turning and tugging on her chain.  She
crawled along behind him, a black dog on a leash.  He led her slowly
away from the platform as Mr. Richards began his spiel for Jackie.

"This negress has skills," he called.  "She may have some miles on
her, but there's no substitute for experience.  I'm going to start her
off at 100.  Do I have 100?...  I have 100.  How about 125?... 125?...
125!  Ok, how about 150?..."

The sounds of the auction faded as the white man led his black slave
down the path into the woods towards the cabins.  The rough ground
hurt Shanika's knees.  They came to a cabin after a few minutes.  It
might of been the one she'd spent the day with Roy in, Shanika wasn't
sure.  Dave led her to the porch steps and put her chain on a hook
that was mounted on the railing.

"Stay," commanded Dave.  He disappeared inside leaving Shanika on her
hands and knees in the dirt, chained to the porch railing.

Had she really treated him so badly back then, she wondered.  She
hadn't realized how mean he could be, he seemed so nice and respectful
of her at the time.  It was hard to believe he was now calling her
nigger and treating her like a dog.  It was harder still, to believe
that her pussy was wet as a result.

He came back outside with a camera.

"I wanted to have something to look at later," he said, snapping a
picture of his slave girl on her hands and knees in the dirt.  "Look
at me," he commanded and snapped another when she did.

"Now I want you to squat and spread that coochie all out for me," he
said, looking through the view finder.

Shanika tried to comply, but her ankle chain wouldn't let her spread
her feet far enough apart to keep her balance.  She fell into the dirt
a couple of times before Dave took the chain off the cuffs.  Then she
was able to lean against the porch and display her sex for her white
master.  He clicked a couple more pictures.

"Now pee," he ordered.  "Pee on the ground."  When he noticed nothing
was forthcoming, he raised his voice.  "I said pee, bitch.  Don't put
on that shy act with me, you whore."

She had been trying to urinate for him, but she was so embarrassed it
was hard.  Once the flow started, though, it gushed out.  She heard
the shutter click again and again as the puddle of piss formed in
front of her.

"Look at me," he commanded again.  "I want a picture of your face
while you're forced to pee for me.  I know it'll be a favorite."

She looked up at him with a defeated look on her face.  He kept
snapping pictures until the flow of urine subsided.

"Damn," he said, looking at the camera.  "I shot a whole memory card
already!  I'll call it 'pissing nigger' in my photo album.  What do
you think about that?"

Shanika didn't think he really expected an answer and hung her head in
shame.  Dave plucked the chain from the hook and jerked it to get her
attention.

"Ok.  Step over your puddle and get back down," he instructed.  "I'm
taking you inside and I don't want you covered in your own filth."

She rose and stepped over the urine soaked spot on the ground.  She
noticed the chain slacken and started to look up at her master to see
why he was just standing there.

Whap!  She felt the sting on her face as he bitch slapped her.

"I told you to get back down, nigger!" he growled.  "Now do it before
I slap the shit out of you."

She immediately dropped to the ground, tears forming in her dark brown
eyes.  He jerked the chain again and led her inside.  She scrambled to
keep up as she crawled up the wooden steps and across the porch.  The
chain between her wrists clanking as it was dragged along the floor.

"Get up on the bed," he directed her.  "On your back."

Not wanting to anger him further, she quickly climbed up on the bed
and rolled onto her back.  He came over to her and removed the chain
connecting her wrists, leaving the cuffs on.

"Now hold your legs open," he ordered.  "I want to see that coochie
spread out nicely."

Shanika held her thighs just above the knees and spread herself out as
far as she could.  She could see him reloading his camera.  Finished,
he walked back to her and snapped several flash pictures of her
obscene display.  The black slave girl stared expressionlessly into
the camera.

He set the camera down, removed his shoes and pants, and approached
the wide open slave girl.  She continued to look into his face as he
admired the view of his slave in her humiliating pose of total
submission.

"So, you want to be fucked now, nigger?" he asked.

"Yes, Massa," she said, not knowing the answer he wanted to hear.
"Please, Massa, suh.  Please fuck yo' nigga."

"No," he said, pausing briefly as if to consider her request.  "You
can stop showing off now, monkey.  I'm not going to fuck you just yet.
Let go of your legs.  I've seen enough of that nasty nigger cunt for
now."

Shamed again, she released her thighs and rested her legs on the bed.
He climbed up on the bed and straddled his colored slave girl's belly,
facing her.  He leaned forward and spat on her chest between her
breasts.

"Lube those udders up, cow," he said.  "I'm gonna fuck you 'tween the
titties and spray you in the face."

Shanika used her hands to spread his saliva between her breasts.  He
scooted up and lay his hard white cock in her cleavage.

"Hold them together," said her master.  "I want to pretend they're a
pussy, so hold 'em tight."

She put a hand on the outside of each breast and pushed them together
around his dick.  He started stroking off slowly, looking down into
her face.  The negro slave girl looked up into his eyes trying to find
a sign of approval from her master.

"So you're a nigger now, are you?" he asked as he fucked her tits.

"Yes, suh, Massa," she replied.  "I's a nigga now.  Yo' nigga."

"My nigger, huh?" he mused.  "And what would I do with a fucking
nigger?"  The bed creaked in time to his strokes.

"Anything, Massa," she answered.  "I's yo' nigga.  You kin do anything
wit' yo' nigga.  An' I do whatever you say."

"You like having your tits fucked this way, nigger?" the pace of his
stroking picked up.  "You like being used?"

"Yes, suh, Massa," replied the colored girl.  "I likes fo' my Massa to
use me."

"Kiss it," he instructed, thrusting longer until the tip of his dick
was touching her chin on the up stroke.

Shanika leaned her head forward so that his stroke brought his cock
head to her lips and kissed it.  She kept kissing it on each up
stroke.  He thrust further and she parted her lips, allowing him to
penetrate her mouth.  She gave it a little suck each time and made a
soft slurping noise as he withdrew.

"Oh, man!" he cried.  "Open you fucking mouth, bitch.  Here it comes!"

He got up slightly so that he was only resting his upper body on one
hand and grabbed his cock with the other.  Shanika opened her mouth as
her master had commanded and looked up into his face.

"Oh, yeah!" he said huskily, "yeah..."

The white man then ejaculated into the open mouthed black girl's face.
The first shot was strong and left a line of semen across her lips,
nose, forehead, and into the stubbley remains of her hair.  The second
was equally strong and landed slightly to the right of the first
leaving a line across her eye.  The third followed the second as Dave
grunted and continued to stroke his cock off into Shanika's face.  The
next ones were weaker and he pointed his penis between her lips,
landing a few more loads of cum in her mouth as his orgasm subsided.

He sat back on her, resting some of his weight painfully on her chest.
He looked down on her cum covered face.

"Now that's a picture I've got to have," he said getting up.  "Hold
your legs open again, cum face."

He returned with the camera and snapped several pictures of her
expressionless face, dripping with his semen, staring into the camera.
Without further instructions, she continued to hold her breasts as she
had while he was masturbating against them.  He took more pictures,
close ups at first, then wider angles as he stepped back, documenting
her humiliation.

He set the camera down and walked back to the foot of the bed and eyed
her from her spread legs up to her semen covered face.  He noted that
her vagina was spread wide enough to clearly see the opening as well
as her clit and asshole.  She saw him cock an eyebrow and reach for
her pussy.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed.  "You are fucking soaked!"  He seemed
genuinely surprised.  She was totally humiliated at this revelation.
"You liked that!  I can't believe it!  I treat you like some nigger
dog, worse than you could do some street whore, and you get off on
it!"

He pushed finger into her vagina.  She unconsciously pushed back
against his hand.

"And now you're humping my hand!" he said uncomprehensively.  "You are
a total slut!  So that's the way it is.  Why do I never learn?  Chicks
don't like nice guys.  They like bad boys.  Nice guy asks you out and
you're all 'fuck off, pal'.  Bad boy slaps you around and you're on
your back spreading your legs like 'do me now'.  Shit!"  He withdrew
his hand and paced back and forth as Shanika watched him from her back
on the bed.

"Well, you're in for treat, Shanika," he said as he stopped pacing and
faced her.  "I'm a bad boy now.  And you are a nigger dog.  A fucking
nigger animal.  And now I know how to treat a nigger dog.  You're
gonna love it!"

He stepped closer to the foot of the bed, drew back his hand, and
slapped her thigh with a resounding smack.  The colored girl flinched
and gasped.  Smack!  He slapped her again, this time on the other
thigh.  Smack!  He planted one right on her splayed pussy and she lost
her hold on her legs.

"Pick those fucking legs back up, nigger," he growled.  "I haven't
even started yet."

Tears ran from eyes, mingling with the drying semen on her face.  She
grabbed her legs again and presented her vagina to her master for
further abuse.

Smack!  She yelped.  Smack!  She yelped again.  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

"You didn't want to give that pussy up to me, huh?" he said excitedly,
"But how about now?  You want to give it up now?"

Smack!

"Yes, Massa!" she sobbed, "Please, Massa!  Take yo' nigga's pussy.
Fuck yo' nigga's pussy.  You hurtin' me, Massa!"

Smack!  Smack!

"No shit." he said.  "It's supposed to hurt, you stupid monkey.  Keep
those legs open.  I'm not done yet.  And, you know what?  I think I'm
tired of your pleading.  Beg me to beat you instead.  That's what I
want to hear."

Smack!

"Oh, Massa!" she cried, her pussy burning, "Please beat yo' nigga!
Beat yo' nigga's pussy, Massa."

"That's more like it," he said.  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  "I guess
that's enough for now.  My arm is tired.  Let me get a couple of close
ups."

Again he got the camera and this time took several pictures of the
hand prints on Shanika's thighs as well as her swollen pussy lips.
Then a few more of her tear stained, semen covered face.  Finally some
wide angle shots showing the completeness of her degradation.  He put
the camera away as the beaten slave girl sniveled while continuing to
hold her legs wide open for her master.

"I've got to take a piss," he announced.  "Outside, you."

She let go of her legs and went to wipe her face with the back of her
hand after getting up.

"You better not do that!" he warned.  "You'll wear my cum until I say
otherwise.  Now get your black ass outside."

She went out the door, semen dripping off her face onto her breasts.

"All right.  Lie down," he said, indicating the wet spot where he'd
forced Shanika to urinate earlier.  "On your back."

She layed down on her back in the dampness left by her own piss.
Naked from the waist down, Dave grabbed his cock and proceeded to
empty his bladder onto the prone slave girl.

"Open your fucking mouth, bitch" he demanded.

She complied and he directed the stream of piss onto her face and then
into her mouth.  She started sputtering as the hot liquid splashed on
her nose and mouth making it difficult to breath.  As the stream
finally subsided he stepped closer to her and shook the last drops off
onto her body.  He then turned and went back inside leaving Shanika
coughing and sputtering, lying in a urine soaked puddle in the dirt.

As she got over the coughing and got her breath back she turned her
head to one side to let the piss that had pooled up on her face run
off so she could open her eyes.  The smell wasn't as strong as she had
expected but her eyes burned.  She could see the blue sky through the
tree tops.

After a few minutes he reemerged from the cabin carrying a bucket of
water and the camera.  After snapping a few pictures of his debased
slave girl he threw the contents of the bucket on her without warning
to rinse her off and then returned inside.  He came back out having
refilled the bucket and set it on the steps.

"Get up," he ordered.  "Clean your nasty self off.  You're a fucking
mess."

She stood and went over to the bucket.  There was a rag in it that she
took out and started to use it to wipe the semen and urine soaked dirt
stuck to her face off.  She could hear him taking more pictures as she
cleaned herself off but she couldn't bear to look at him until she was
finished.  He came down the steps to look her over.

"Turn around.  You've still got dirt on your back," he observed and
took the cloth and cleaned the rest of it off.  He then picked up the
bucket and emptied it over her head to finish rinsing her.

"I guess you'll do now," he said.  "Now back inside."

She wasn't sure what the right thing to do was so she took a step to
where the ground was dry and got down on all fours.  She started to
crawl towards the steps.

"Get up on your hind legs, girl," he said.  "I just finished getting
you cleaned up.  Go in and get dried off."

The fact that she was trying her best to do what he wanted in spite of
what he'd done to her wasn't lost on him.  He admired the view of her
from behind as he watched her go up the steps and into the cabin.  He
waited for a minute and then followed her in.  She was just finishing
drying herself off with a hand towel that had been hanging on a peg
near the sink.  He sat in a chair at the table, setting the camera
down.

"Come here." he said.

Shanika walked over to him and still trying to please her master
assumed the display pose in front of him.  Looking up at her standing
there, legs spread wide, breasts thrust out, hands clasped behind her
head, got his dick stirring.  He reached up and caressed her breast,
tracing a finger along a fading welt left by the beating she'd taken
at the hand of a previous master.

"How's you get these?" he asked.

"My massa beat me with a stick," she answered.  "Massa beat my ass, my
udders, and my coochie.  It hurt me bad."

"Worse than what I just gave you?" asked Dave as he looked down and
saw the welts on her thighs.

"Yes, Massa," Shanika told him.  "Dat stick hurt worse'n any slap."

"Why'd he do it?" he asked, moving his hand down and touching the welt
that ran across the colored girls slit.

"He jus' like to beat his nigga," answered the slave girl.

"Did you like it?" he moved his hand between her legs and started to
stroke her pussy.

"No, suh." she responded.  "It hurt too bad."

"You're wet," he said.

"I knows it, Massa."  She felt her face flush.

"You like having your pussy touched?" he asked.

"Yes, Massa."  The colored girl shifted on her feet as she felt her
arousal growing.  "It feels good."

"You want to be fucked?"  He started to probe her vagina with his
finger.  He felt her legs tremble.

"Yes, Massa," she replied.  "I sho' do."

"You want it in your pussy or up your ass?"  His white cock was
standing at attention.

"Whatever you want, Massa," the black slave girl said.  "I's yo'
nigga.  You kin use me however you want."

"Go get on the bed.  On your knees," he instructed.  "Stick that big
black butt up in the air for me while I decide which hole to stick my
dick in."

Shanika got on her hands and knees and went over to the bed.  She
climbed up, and resting her head and shoulders on the mattress,
presented her ample black ass out like an animal for her master's use.

She felt him climb in behind her and gradually, but steadily, slip his
cock into her pussy.  He pushed his entire length inside his negro
slave girl and began to slowly move in and out.

"So, you my nigger, girl?" he asked, fucking her.

"Oh, yes, suh, Massa," she answered.  "I's yo' nigga fo' sho'."

He continued the slow pace of his thrusts and felt her moving to meet
them.  This went on for a while before he started to pick up the pace,
fucking her harder and faster.

"Oh, Massa!" she said breathlessly, "You fuckin' yo' nigga good."

Her master said nothing.  He just continued to pump his negro slave
girl.

"Massa, kin I cum?" she panted, remembering her place in spite of her
excitement.  "Please, massa.  Kin yo' nigga cum now?"

"I don't think so," he answered.  "Maybe later.  I think I'll use your
other hole now.  That ok with you?"

"Yes, suh," she said, hiding her disappointment.  "Please use yo'
nigga's ass, Massa."

He withdrew from her well lubricated cunt and pushed his cock up her
black asshole causing her to gasp.  He felt how tight it was and knew
he wouldn't last long.  She whimpered as he fucked her.

"Does it hurt?" he asked as he pumped in and out of his slave girl's
ass.

"Yes, Massa," she responded.  "But it ain't so bad.  You use yo'
nigga's ass like you want."

"Good," he said.  "It's supposed to hurt."  He started pounding her
harder.

She felt his balls slap against her now neglected pussy as he used her
black body for his own gratification.  Her pleasure didn't matter to
him.  In fact, he preferred to deny it to her in order to make it
clear to her that her sole purpose was for his use.

"Ow!" she cried out as he slammed into her ass with more force.
"Please, Massa, please cum in yo' nigga's ass!  She hurtin' now,
Massa.  Please, Massa, suh!"

"I'll cum up that ass, bitch," he said huskily.  "Fuck!...  Ah!..."
Her pleading pushed him over the edge and spasmed into the negro
girl's rectum.  "Ahhh..."

Shanika could feel him ejaculate deep in her bowels.  She felt like a
used animal this way, denied any pleasure for herself.  She ached for
some relief, but none was forthcoming.  At last he withdrew from her
and stood up admiring the view of his fucked slave girl.  Her pussy
glistened with her own juices and semen drooled out of her ass.

Obediently, she maintained the humiliating position, waiting for his
instructions.  Shanika saw the flash from his camera go off several
times as he recorded her debasement for future reference.

He sat in one of the chairs and continued his enjoyment of the scene.
The woman he desired so much but seemed out of reach to him was ass up
in front of him, his seed leaking out of her as he watched.  Now she
was his property.  No need to coax or cajole.  No need to wine and
dine.  No sweet talk even.  Her desires were irrelevant now.  She was
just his slave to use as he pleased.

"Ok, quit lying around and get me cleaned up," he said at last.
Shanika climbed off the bed and crawled over to him on her hands and
knees.  He watched as she moved to take his cock into her mouth in
spite of it having just been up her ass.

"Stop!" he ordered.  "Jesus, you are a total whore."  She looked up at
him, her mouth open, her tongue already partly sticking out.  "Go get
the cloth and clean off my dick.  I haven't decided what all I want to
do with that nigger mouth of yours yet.  I don't want it all shitty."

Embarrassed, but secretly relieved, she got to her feet and walked
over to the sink where the bucket and wash cloth were that she'd used
on herself earlier.  She rinsed the cloth out and returned to her
master.  Kneeling before him she gently cleaned his cock off with it.

She went to the sink and rinsed it out again when she was finished.
Returning to him she again displayed herself for him.  He reached
between her legs to check her pussy.

"Wet." he stated.  "I bet you still want to cum, don't you, nigger?"

"Yes, Massa," she answered.  "I shorely do wants to cum.  But it ain't
up to me no mo'.  You is my Massa an' I is yo' nigga.  I can't cum
'less you say I kin."

He pushed his finger into her vagina and ran his thumb over her clit.
Her legs trembled and she gasped as she felt pleasure from his touch.
He continued to play with her sensitive private parts and she started
to rub her pussy on his hand.  Abruptly he stopped and withdrew his
hand leaving Shanika frustrated.

"Get on you knees," he ordered as he reached into the overnight bag on
the table.

She kneeled obediently as he produced a red ball gag on a black
leather strap.  Though she hadn't been gagged by any previous masters
she understood what she was to do and submissively opened her mouth to
accept it.  He pressed the ball between her thick lips and cinched the
strap up tight, buckling it behind her head.

"I want a drink," he said, "so we're going to the bar at the main
house.  You won't need your mouth for anything there, and I think the
gag makes you look precious.  In fact, I'll just get another picture."

He picked up the camera and took a close up of Shanika's gagged face,
her thick lips stretched around the red plastic ball.  She was already
beginning to drool.  He stepped back and took a picture that included
her entire kneeling form, her brown eyes looking pitifully into the
lens, a string of drool extending from her chin to her breasts.

He stood and picked up the chain dangling from her collar.  "Get up,"
he instructed, "and put your hands behind your back."  The black slave
girl stood and her white master fastened her wrist cuffs directly
together in the small of her back.

"Now you're ready to go," he said, satisfied.

He led her out the door.  It was getting dark out and Shanika's
nipples hardened in the slight chill in the air.  Dave led her down
the path towards the main house.  They walked in silence during the
few minutes it took to get there.  The white man lost in his own
thoughts, the negro slave girl forcibly silenced by the large ball gag
that filled her mouth.  Her jaw began to ache and she continued to
drool onto her swaying breasts.

As they approached the main entrance Shanika could see a few white
folks standing around in the grass in front of the building.  As they
drew closer she notice that one of them was Debbie.  Their attention,
however, was diverted in the other direction.  On the ground, she saw
Bernetha and Jackie.  They were in the classic sixty nine position
with the big black girl on the bottom and the skinny old negress on
top.  Both were busily sucking the other's pussy to the delight and
amusement of the gathered onlookers.

Debbie turned as they walked by.  She looked Shanika in her gagged
face and then to Dave.

"I'm going to the bar," he said.  "Would you look after my nigger for
me?  I'll only be a few minutes."

"No problem," said Debbie, a smile forming on her bright red lips.
Dave handed her Shanika's chain and went inside.  The petite blonde
girl pulled the negro slave over to her by the chain attached to the
steel collar around her neck.

"Hmmm," she pondered, "I see your master thought of something new to
do with that mouth of yours.  Too bad.  It's such a talented mouth."
Debbie's hand went straight for Shanika's crotch.  The negress quickly
opened her legs allowing her access to her vagina.

"And dripping wet, too," she observed.  "Why am I not surprised.  You
are one of the friskiest niggers we've ever had here.  I declare, that
coochie of yours is always ready, isn't it?"

Shanika nodded, her mouth full.

"You want me to play with your nigger coochie?" she cooed.  "Is that
what you want?"

Shanika nodded again.

"I don't know if I should.  Your master might not like it." said the
white girl.  She began to lightly stroke the slave girl's pussy.

"Have you been a good nigger?" she asked.

Shanika nodded, longing for her to touch her pussy instead of just
teasing her.

"I bet you have," she said.  Debbie pushed a finger into the colored
girl's vagina.  The black slave started to rub herself on the white
girl's hand.

"You're still my nigger, aren't you?" the blue eyed girl smiled
sweetly at the gagged negress.

Again Shanika nodded.  Debbie rubbed the slaves pussy faster and she
in turn humped harder against the young blonde's hand.

"You are such a horny bitch.  Didn't your master make you cum?"

This time the colored girl shook her head.

"You poor thing!" said the blonde haired tease.  "Well, I'm sure he
has his reasons."  At that she withdrew her hand and rubbed her
fingers, sticky with Shanika's juices, under the slave's nose.

"Sorry, sweetie," she said, "I better not do anything to upset your
master.  He paid good money for you and if he doesn't want you to cum,
then that's the way it is.  Do you want me to play with those udders
of yours?  Would you like that?"

Shanika nodded with less enthusiasm.  She knew better than to say no,
but all having her breasts fondled would do would be to make her even
hornier and no closer to release.

Debbie put one had under each breast and began to lift and knead them.
Shanika closed her eyes and felt her arousal grow.

"My, my," said Debbie, "you appear to be drooling.  It is so cute I
can barely keep my hands from between your legs.  I do *so* want to
make you cum.  Should I?"

The gagged black girl nodded vigorously.  The petite white girl
giggled.

"Too bad," she laughed and turned her attention back to the show put
on by the two slave girls on the ground lapping at each other's
pussies.

Shanika also looked down and saw Jackie kneeling with her ass pointed
at her.  Bernetha's head was between her legs.  She could see the big
black girl's pink tongue between the older negress's labia.  The
gagged slave imagined how good it would feel to have that tongue in
her pussy, licking her clit.

Finally, Dave appeared and picked up Shanika's chain.

"Hey, thanks for watching my nigger for me," he said to Debbie, who
turned away from the spectacle to face him.  "I hope she wasn't any
trouble."

"No trouble at all," Debbie replied and winked.  Dave thought the wink
was for him.  Shanika knew it was for her and felt the shame burning
on her face.

"Let's go girl," he said and gave the chain a short jerk to get her
moving.

The black slave was aware of the wetness between her legs as she
walked along behind her master.  The aroma of her own scent was strong
from where Debbie had wiped her sticky fingers off under her nose

They reached the cabin.  Dave led his slave inside, sat on a chair,
and pulled Shanika over to him.  He grabbed a breast in each hand and
began to suck on the nipples.  First one and then the other.  The
negress stood silently as the white man enjoyed himself with her
mammaries, her jaw aching from the ball gag and her wrists fastened
behind her back.

"You drooled all over your udders, you clobbering cow."  He scolded.
He resumed sucking on them anyways.

His mouth on her nipples felt good to the colored girl.  But although
it added to her arousal, it only made her more frustrated.  He reached
between her legs and she eagerly spread them apart to encourage his
touch.  At last she was rewarded as he began to stroke her neglected
wet pussy.

She imagined how ridiculous she must look, naked, hands fastened
behind her back, her mouth stretched around a big red ball gag,
drooling from her chin to her chest, desperately humping the hand of a
fully clothed white man while he sucked on her breasts.  She felt like
a big black sex thing.  Her mouth was put away, her breasts and vagina
in use.  She was so ashamed and so wet.

"Mmmff", she said through the gag.  "Mmmff!"

He stopped stroking her and stood up.  Unbuckling the gag he took it
out of her mouth.

"What?" he asked.

"Massa, I jus' want to cum so bad," she said breathlessly.  "I know I
gots to get permission first.  Please let me cum, Massa!"

"Is that what all this is about?" he asked.  "Not yet, you horny
bitch.  No cumming for you.  Maybe I'll use that coochie later.  Maybe
I'll let you cum then.  You be a good nigger, and maybe you'll get to
cum."

He sat down and resumed stroking her pussy.  "Your pussy is nice and
soft even if it is always wet.  I just can't keep my hands off it.
But you better not cum.  You ask nice first.  Maybe I'll let you.
Maybe if you beg pitifully enough you'll get what you want."

He slipped a finger into her vagina, then two, and started rubbing
her.  He pressed the heel of his hand against her clit.  His slave
girl responded by grinding herself against it.

"Now, Massa?" she pleaded, "Kin I cum now?  Please let yo' nigga cum,
Massa."

He slowed his masturbation of the slave and lowered his hand to reduce
the pressure of her humping against it.

"No," he replied.  "Maybe I should fuck you now.  Would you like that?
You want your master's dick in your pussy, nigger?"

"Yes, Massa," she cried.  "I shorely do.  Please fuck me, Massa.
Please fuck yo' nigga!  I gots to cum!"

"All right.  Go lay on the bed," he said.  "Show me how bad you want
it.  Make me want to fuck you."

She stood up and he took the wrist cuffs off her.  She walked quickly
to the bed and lay on her back.  She spread her legs with her legs
bent showing her genitals off to him.

"Here I is, Massa," she said huskily, "Ready for fuckin' You kin jus'
come here and fuck me now.  Please, Massa!  Please use my coochie.
Please fuck me, Massa!"  She was totally humiliated by her shameful
display of wanton lust.  She was a bitch in heat.

Flash.  The shutter clicked as Dave took another picture to
commemorate the occasion.  Flash.  A picture of the black slave girl
begging for his cock.  He undressed and climbed between her legs.  He
slid his cock into her sopping wet black cunt.

"Oh, thank you, Massa," she exhaled.  "You gon' fuck yo' nigga now.
Oh, fuck me, Massa.  Please fuck me."

He slowly began to move his white cock in and out of his slave girl's
black pussy.  She responded by meeting every stroke.

"You are sloppy wet, girl," he said.  "Put those legs down and squeeze
them together."

The negress did as instructed and he moved his legs so that they
straddled hers.  Her cunt had a firm grip on him now and he began to
fuck her faster.

She humped right along with him, as he pounded into her.

"Oh! Oh!" she cried, "Oh!!"

The bed creaked loudly in time with each thrust.

"Kin I cum, Massa?" she asked with an urgency in her voice.  "Please,
Massa?"

"All right, Shanika," he answered, breathing hard, "you can cum now."

"Oh!  Massa!" she cried.  "Oh!  Oh!.... Oh!!"

He kept pounding his slave girl's pussy hard through her orgasm and
even after it subsided.

"Oh!  Thank you, Massa," she cooed, "You so good to yo' nigga.  Oh,
Massa, you usin' me so good."

That was all her master could take.  "Agh!  Oh!" he came hard and
filled her with his seed.  In spite of having already cum twice
recently he managed to get several strong shots into her as she
gripped him tightly inside her.

He sought out her thick lips, with his own and kissed her deeply.
Over and over again.  She wrapped her arms around him.  They kissed
for several minutes.  Ultimately, Dave rolled off Shanika and
gradually they both fell asleep.  Master and slave.

* * *

Dave awoke the next morning feeling something soft and warm between
his legs.  Shanika was gently sucking his cock.  He could feel himself
hardening in response to her talented mouth.  He reached his hand down
to her and stroked her stubble covered head.  She looked up at him,
his cock still in her mouth and let it slip out.

"You want yo' nigga suck you off, Massa?" she asked sweetly, "Or you
wanna use my coochie?  I's still yo' nigga.  Use me how you want."

"Get on me, girl," he said.  "I want you to fuck me."

The colored girl straddled her white master and slipped his cock into
her cunt.  She started humping him slowly, gradually building to an
easy moderate tempo.  Dave watched contentedly as her heavy black
breasts swayed while she fucked him.  She smiled as she looked into
his eyes.  After a time she sped up some.

"Kin I cum fo' you, Massa?" she asked, smiling happily.  "Kin I,
Massa?"

"Yeah," he replied, a little disoriented.  "Come for me, girl."

Shanika continued humping him even more vigorously and he felt himself
going past the point of no return.

"Oh, Massa!," she cried.  "I's cummin' fo' you, Massa!...  Ah!...
Ahhh...

"Oh, yeah," he murmured.  "Ohhh...."  He released into her warm pussy
as he looked into her dark brown eyes.

She felt him cum inside her and let herself down on top of him.  They
lay like that for a long several minutes.

"Time to get up now," he said.  "I've got to get you back."

Shanika put her shackles back on while Dave dressed.  He led her
outside into the morning sunlight.

"I gots to pee, Massa," she said.  "I rather do it here fo' you than
back in the barn.  Ok, Massa?  I knows you like to watch me."

"Yeah," he said.

Shanika squatted and pissed in the dust looking up at him, still
smiling.  When she was finished they walked down the path towards the
main house and the slave barn.

"What if I see you back in the city somewhere?" he asked, "What do we
do then?"

"I still be yo' nigga, Massa," she replied.  "We do what you want."

Yolanda saw them approach from the barn and came out to accept
Shanika's chain from Dave.

"Goodbye, Shanika," he said.  "Take care of yourself."

"Bye, Massa," she replied as he walked back to the cabin to collect
his stuff.

"You knew him from outside?" asked Yolanda.

"No," Shanika responded.  "Not really."
Shanika at the Plantation Club
by Neal <bboy4x@yahoo.com>

Chapter 13 - The Old Man

Shanika and Yolanda stood together watched as the negro slave girl's
most recent master disappeared down the path to the cabins.

"It's time for you to get ready to go back home," Yolanda said.
"Let's get you washed up."  The colored lady led the black slave into
the barn and handed her chain over to Elois, the young attendant.
Maya and Darla, the mother and daughter, had already been bathed and
were waiting for the rest of the slaves making the return trip to be
ready.  The older married negress, Yvonne, stood with them.  All three
watched as Elois soaped Shanika up and hosed her off.

After chaining them all together, Yolanda led them across the
courtyard to the back benches of the now deserted auction area.

"The van won't be here for a while, ladies," said she said, "so you
might as well get comfortable."  The slave girls all sat on the bench
facing away from the platform so they could see when the van arrived.

"Yvonne?" asked Shanika, "How is it you started comin' here?  You said
you was married when we rode out."

"Well, that's an interesting story," she replied.  "But it starts way
before I ever heard of this club."

* * *

"I was only sixteen at the time.  Momma didn't want me going to no
public school.  She said it was full of punks and low lifes and I was
gonna have a chance to really learn somethin'.  So, she sent me to
catholic school.  We weren't catholics or nothin', but she thought it
was better than what else there was.

"I had to ride the city bus to get there instead of the school bus,
but so many of the other kids who went there did that, it almost
seemed like the school bus when we were on it.  We all had to wear
uniforms.  I had a black and yellow plaid jumper that I wore over a
white blouse.  White knee socks and saddle shoes.  Keep in mind that
this was twenty five years ago.

"That was the first time I ever thought about bein' a slave.  We was
studyin' the civil war and there was first hand accounts of negro
slaves and a couple of those old time photographs.  There was a
diagram of how they layed the captured Africans out on the deck of the
slave ship for transit, but the pictures that stuck in my mind showed
real slaves standing in front of wooden shacks and there was this one
drawing from the time that showed slaves being sold.  They was wearin'
clothes, though, not like at the club.

"I was one of the only black faces in the class and I remember how the
other kids looked at me afterwards.  I couldn't tell if it was because
they was embarrassed for what their great great great granpappies did
or if they saw me as a real life negro and wondered about me bein' a
slave.

"Well, I know I thought about me bein' a slave.  Like in the pictures.
At night I'd think about bein' sold to some white massa who'd take me
to his plantation and make me his house nigger.  I knew it was some
twisted shit I was thinkin' about, and I was ashamed to think that
way.  What would Momma think if she knew what her little girl was
imaginin'.  But they was jus' my own private thoughts, so she couldn't
know.  I remember I gave Miz Clitty a real work out thinkin' about
that shit, if you know what I mean.  Playin' with Miz Clitty was
somethin' else she didn't know about.  'Course now, I know she knew
all about it jus' like every girl know about it.

"One day I was on the bus comin' home from school.  It was real
crowded, like always, on the first one after school let out.  As
usual, there was no place to sit, so I stood there holdin' onto one of
them polls.  All of a sudden I felt somebody touch me.  At first I
didn't think anything of it since it was so crowded.  But I could
swear there was a hand on my ass.  I didn't want to look around or let
whoever it was know that I noticed.  When we got to my stop I kind of
looked when I was gettin' off, but didn't see anybody lookin' back at
me.

"That night I remember I was extra horny and really went to town with
Miz Clitty.  I was the nigger house girl again, and Massa was puttin'
his hands all over my ass.  After I got off, I thought about it some
more.  I put the stuff from what happened on the bus into my fantasy!

"The next day on the ride home I was standin' in the same place.  It
jus' worked out that way.  Then I felt it again.  This time the hand
was rubbin' on me a little, not just stayin' in one place.  I didn't
do anything but keep standin' there like I didn't notice.  Whoever it
was took their hand away and then I felt it on my leg!  They moved up
my bare thigh and then put it back on my ass under my skirt but on top
of my panties.  I couldn't believe it!  But still, I didn't let on
that anything out of the ordinary was goin' on.  When I was gettin'
off at my stop I looked around and still couldn't see who'd been doin'
it.

"Man, did Miz Clitty get a workout that night!  My Massa jus' loved
his little nigger slave girl.  He couldn't keep his hands off her ass.
Of course I didn't mind 'cause it felt so good.  I caught myself
startin' to make too much noise and I was afraid Momma would catch me
playin' with myself.  I didn't know how to feel about it all.  I felt
kind of cheap havin' jus' stood there and not doin' somethin' to see
who was gropin' me and makin' 'em stop.  But I was imaginin' it was my
Massa on the plantation and it felt good.

"All through school the next day all I could think about was ridin'
home and havin' some stranger put his hands up my skirt and rub on my
butt.  I couldn't concentrate or nothin'.  Time moved so slow, it
seemed like forever when the bell finally rang.

"This time I make sure to stand in the same place as before.  I felt
strange since I was actually lookin' for it to happen again.  When I
felt that hand goin' up my leg and onto my ass I jus' closed my eyes
and thought of my imaginary Massa doin' what the stranger was doin'.
The hand went away as we came to my stop.  Whoever it was knew that I
was gettin' off here.  They really were feelin' *my* ass, not jus'
anybody's, since they remembered me.  I looked around and finally
noticed a gray haired old white man wearing an old suit and tie.  He
seemed like somebody's granddaddy or somethin' I couldn't believe it
was him, but thinkin' back I remembered him bein' there the other
times.

"Now my Massa had a face.  I took care of Miz Clitty that night while
I thought about him.  Not sittin' there on the bus in his wore out
suit, but on the porch of the plantation house in one of those white
suits.  I know it sound stupid, but I was sixteen, and that's what I
thought a Massa should wear.  He was rubbin' on me and smilin' up at
me.  And I was so proud to be his favorite nigger.

"You can imagine I couldn't keep my mind on anything at school the
next day.  My last class just dragged on and on.  The teacher noticed
I wasn't payin' attention and kept me after class to give me shit
about it.  She was all 'blah, blah, blah' and all I could think of was
that my Massa was waitin' for me.  Yeah, I know it sound stupid for me
to think of that dirty old white man as my Massa, but what can I say?

"I ran out to the bus stop, but it was already gone.  I waited for the
next one hopin' he'd be on it but, no.  I was real disappointed.  That
didn't stop me from thinkin' about him that night.  He'd be rubbin' my
ass and I'd be standin' close to him and he'd say, 'You my favorite
nigger, Ruby.'  That was my slave name for myself.  Ruby the precious
one.  I could hear my bed creak I was workin' Miz Clitty so hard, but
in my mind Massa was askin' me, 'You know you my favorite nigger,
don't you, Ruby?'  and I'd smile at him and say, 'Oh, Massa, you is so
kind.'  Don't laugh, I know how it sound.

"When I got on the bus to go home the next day I got a lump in the pit
of my stomach when I saw he wasn't there.  I had missed him the day
before and now he wasn't gonna come back.  It actually made me sad.
Then it was the weekend.  I couldn't wait for Monday, though at night
we were together.  Jus' the three of us.  Massa, me, an' Miz Clitty.

"Monday on the way home, he wasn't there.  Tuesday neither.  I was
givin' up hope.  I was mad at that teacher for makin' me miss the bus
that time.  I figger'd he'd stopped ridin' that bus when I didn't show
up.

"So you know I was happy when I saw him there on Wednesday.  But for
some reason the bus wasn't as full as usual and I was the first one on
and there were empty seats near the front.  He was my Massa and
everything, but he didn't know it.  He didn't even know that I knew
who he was.  But now I'd have to go past empty seats so I could stand
in my usual spot.  If he saw me do that, he'd know I knew and he'd
know I wanted it.

"My stomach was in knots as I walked past those seats.  I saw him
looking at me while pretending to look out the window.  I stood there
where I usually stood and the bus filled up with my classmates.  The
bus lurched and I almost lost my grip on the poll and fell on him!  I
was so embarrassed!  But I held on and stood there.

"Before long I felt his hand on my leg again.  I could feel my heart
pounding and my hand was sweaty on the poll.  He rubbed on my ass
again over my panties and then he moved it down to my bare leg again
and then back up, but through the leg hole!  He was rubbin' on my bare
ass!  It felt so good and I go so tingly!

"We got to my stop and he took his hand away.  I turned around and
looked at him as I was gettin' off the bus out the back door.  For the
first time I saw him lookin' back at me.  He smiled at me.  He had a
kind smile.  Just like I imagined my Massa would have.

"I dropped my back pack on the floor when I got into the house and
went right up to my room.  Miz Clitty wasn't gonna wait for bedtime.
Massa was smilin' at me and I was so happy and Miz Clitty was so wet!
When I went to bed that night, Miz Clitty didn't get no rest.

"Thursday he was there.  I was walking on air all the way to stand
near him.  I didn't care about the empty seats this time.  My secret
was out, at least to the gray haired old man.  He watched me walk down
the aisle, but other than the smile he gave me, he didn't let on he
knew me or anything.

"The bus filled up and lots of other kids were standing as the bus
pulled out of the stop.  I felt his hand on my leg right away.  He
went straight under my panties through the leg hole this time.  He
even squeezed on me a little.  I was so excited.  I wasn't ready for
him to move his hand down between my legs and I made a little noise
when he did.  He was goin' for my coochie and I wanted him to touch me
there so bad.  I moved my legs apart for him, but I guess my movin'
like that scared him and he pulled his hand away.  He musta thought he
was gettin too bold with me or somethin' and didn't understand that I
was trying to make it easy for him!

"I was relieved when I felt him put his hand back up on my bare ass
and start to go for my coochie again.  He must have noticed I opened
my legs for him 'cause he put his hand there so that his finger was
right on my slit.  He had to be able to tell how wet I was, too.  I
was a little embarrassed for him know that, but with me opening up
like that for him, he had to know I liked what he was doing.  He even
started rubbin' on me.  He sho' had Miz Clitty's attention!

"Now, I had boys fingerin' at me before, but they was clumsy.  They'd
accidentally pinch my tender parts while trying to shove their fingers
in me and I wouldn't be turned on at all.  My coochie'd be dry and it
would hurt.  But Massa was gentle and it felt so good.  Even better
than when I touched myself.  I closed my eyes and I was in heaven.  Or
at least on the porch of the plantation mansion, My white Massa
playin' with Miz Clitty.

"I woulda missed my stop if I hadn't felt his hand go away when we got
there.  I didn't want it to end, but this was the end of the ride for
me.  I went down the steps of the back door and turned around and
looked at him.  This time I smiled at him, to make sure he knew I
liked what he was doin' to me.  He smiled back and scratched his
mustache with the finger he'd been playin' with me with.  Anyone else
wouldn't think nothin' of it, but I knew he was smellin' my scent.  My
legs got all wobbly.  Other kids tryin' to get off almost pushed me
out the door I was takin' so long.

"I stood and watched the bus go down the street and then went home.
Like last time, I dropped my backpack and headed up the stairs.  Me
an' Miz Clitty must have been makin' too much noise 'cause Momma came
and knocked on my door askin' if I was ok.  It kind of spoilt the
mood.  I told her I was fine, but it wasn't 'til I went to bed that
night that Massa an' me were out on the porch.  This time he was
touchin' my coochie and playin' with Miz Clitty.  He was smilin' an'
tellin' me what a good nigger I was.  I was so happy and content.

"I fell asleep dreamin' about the plantation house with big green
willow trees in the front and a big grass lawn and Massa in his white
suit sittin' on the porch.  And me, his favorite nigger, standin'
beside him.

"Friday.  There he was on the bus, just like always.  Lookin' around,
nothin' more than a smile for me.  My coochie was wet and Miz Clitty
was ready.  The weekend was comin', and though I was happy to see
Massa sittin' on the bus, I was sad thinkin' I wouldn't see him again
'til Monday.

"I felt like a fool to have a crush like this on this old white man.
I was ashamed that I let him do to me the things that he did.  I was
humiliated that I liked it so much and wanted it so bad.  I stood next
to him like always.

"And nobody knew.  Nobody knew how I was carryin' on this way.  He
didn't even know what I was thinkin' while he was gropin' my ass and
my coochie.  We hadn't exchanged even a single word.  Just a smile.
That and the fact that I kept coming back.

"We pulled out of the stop, people bumpin' into each other while we
settled into the ride.  Then I felt Massa's hand on me.  I moved my
foot right away so my legs would be spread for him and he could get at
my coochie easy.  He musta noticed 'cause his hand went straight
between my legs.  He also had to see how wet I was for him.  'Bout the
only thing he didn't know was that he was my Massa and I was his
nigger.  His favorite nigger, at that.

"He took his hand away when we got to my stop.  I didn't look at his
face, but I bet he was surprised when this time I didn't get off.  I
made up my mind to stay on the bus.  The weekend was just too long.
The bus pulled away from the curb and in a minute his hand was back.
I wondered what he must be thinkin' seein' as how I was still there.
Whatever it was it didn't make him wanna keep his hands to hisself!  I
could feel him playin' with Miz Clitty and I could barely stay on my
feet my legs was tremblin' so much.

"The next stop must have been a popular one 'cause so many people got
off.  Now there were lots of empty seats and if I didn't sit down, I'd
be the only one standin'.  He musta known about that since he took his
hand away when the doors opened.  There was a seat open next to him so
I sat down.  We kept goin' and we didn't say nothin' or even look at
each other.  It was so weird, sittin' there, my coochie all wet from
this old man havin' his hand between my legs, and now we jus' sat
there like strangers sittin' together by pure chance.

"A couple of stops later he finally spoke to me, 'This is where I get
off.'  He stood up and since I already came this far I figger'd I'd
just keep goin'.  I stood up too and got off the bus with him.  We
stood there together while it pulled away, leaving a cloud of diesel
exhaust behind.  The other passengers who got off there all walked off
to wherever they were going and only Massa and me were left on the
curb.

"'Why'd you come here?' he asked me.  I told him I didn't know, 'cause
really I didn't.  'Shouldn't you be home now?' he asked.  'Won't your
folks be worried?'  I told him I sometimes got home late so they
wouldn't worry for a while.  Then he asked me if I wanted to go inside
with him and I nodded that I did.  We were on a street with shops on
the street level and apartments on the second and third floors.  He
opened a door that went straight to a narrow staircase.  There were
metal mailboxes in the wall at the bottom of the stairs.  Our
footsteps echoed loudly as we climbed.

"We went up one flight and then down the hall.  He used a key to open
the door to his apartment.  It was small inside.  There was just one
window that looked onto the street.  There was a kitchen against the
back wall and he had a table and chairs near it.  There was a TV near
the window on a table and a big easy chair with worn upholstery in
front of it.  There was one of them oval shaped braided rugs on the
wooden floor.  He had some pictures on the wall.  They was all old and
looked like school pictures.  There was one of a young white man in an
army uniform with a flag in the background.  It was old, too.

"He sat in the chair and looked up at me.  'Why'd you come here?' he
asked again.  'What do you want from me?'  I was horrified to realize
that he might think I was here 'cause I wanted to make trouble for
him.  What he did to me on the bus wasn't right, really.  Folks
wouldn't understand at all.  Even knowin' I liked it and wanted it
wouldn't make no difference.

"'It ain't nothin' like that, sir!' I told him.  I liked him a lot,
and I trusted him and it hurt me to think he didn't trust me.  But I
guess followin' him home like I done spooked him.  I told him I liked
what he did and that he had to know that, seein' as how I kept comin'
back.  That made him relax some, but then he got angry with me.

"'What're you thinkin' of comin' home with some strange man?' he
scolded me like he was my daddy.  'You don't know me.  A pretty young
girl like you.  I could be some kind of pervert who'd rape you and
leave you in the alley.'

"I told him I ain't never done nothin' like this before and that the
only reason I followed him home was that I liked him and was gonna
miss him so much 'til Monday.  I said I was sorry and asked him if he
wanted me to go.  I started cryin' 'cause he was so disappointed with
me.

"He had me sit in his lap and he held me like that.  He didn't try
anything with me or nothin'.  Just held me in his lap like a little
girl.  I felt so close to him right then.  So I started tellin' him
about my fantasy.  About how I pretended we was on the plantation and
he was my white massa and I was his favorite nigger.

"He seemed kind of surprised by that.  He told me it wasn't right for
nobody to call me no nigger.  So I told him it was ok and that the way
I meant it wasn't no insult or nothin' hurtful.  I said that to me,
bein' his favorite nigger was a honor and that it made me feel proud.

"'So, you want me to be your massa,' he asked.  I nodded at him.  'And
jus' what does a massa do?' he wanted to know.  I said that to me a
massa took care of his nigger and would touch her and praise her if
she was a good nigger and pleased her massa the way he liked.

"He kinda lost that granddaddy look in his eyes hearin' that.  Now I
saw the same eyes he looked at me with when he was takin' in my scent
off his finger back on the bus the other day.  He shifted around in
his chair some and I could tell his dick was gettin' hard.

"'I can't believe I never asked you this, girl, but what is your
name?' he asked.  'I can't be your massa unless I know your name' I
thought about it for a second and said, 'Ruby.'

"'Stand up, Ruby,' he said.  So I got up from his lap and stood in
front of him.  He just looked me up and down, standin' there in my
plaid jumper and white blouse.  I didn't know then that men really
liked the schoolgirl fantasy and seein' me all dressed up like that
with my white knee socks and saddle shoes was like something out of a
girlie magazine.  But I could tell he was really turned on by me.

"He didn't tell me to, but I reached up under my skirt and pulled my
panties down to my knees.  His eyes were riveted on me.  Then I picked
up the front of my skirt and showed my coochie off for him so he would
want to touch it.  It musta worked 'cause he reached right out for it.
He curled his hand and ran the backs of his fingers over my bush.  It
was like he was teasin' me.  Miz Clitty wanted to be touched so bad!

"'You look so fine, Ruby,' he said.  'Such a pretty girl.'  He put his
finger in the top of my slit and traced it down between my legs.  I
spread as far as I could with my panties around my knees.  He reached
in and started rubbin' on my coochie and pokin' his finger in me.  He
played with Miz Clitty and I couldn't hardly keep standin'.

"'Oh, Massa,' I said, 'Is I yo' favorite nigga?'  I even started using
that slave talk the white massas like so much.  But then it was the
first time I'd ever done it out loud.  I could tell he liked it.

"'Of course you are, Ruby,' he said.  'You're the best nigger a massa
could have.'

"It was just like my fantasy, except that we were in a one room walk
up apartment instead of the plantation and he was wearin' his same
wore out suit that he always wore.  But I didn't care.  I was Massa's
favorite nigger and he was strokin' on my coochie.  That wasn't no
fantasy, that was really happenin'.

"His hand felt so good on me.  He was gentle, but he was all in
control.  He was playin' me like some kind of musical instrument.  I
was so excited by it.  I know he could tell 'cause he started
concentrating' all his attentions on Miz Clitty.  He rubbed faster and
stronger as I got more and more excited.  I could feel it comin'.

"I felt so submissive to him it was wonderful.  When I was almost
there, I asked him, 'Kin I cum, Massa?  A nigga gots to ask
permission.'  Sayin' that made me tingle somethin' fierce and I knew
if he didn't say yes it wasn't gonna stop me.

"He liked that a lot.  'Yes, Ruby, you can cum,' he said, 'you such a
good nigger.'  Oh, it felt so good!  I never felt like that when it
was just me an Miz Clitty.  Massa made me cum good.  I sat back in his
lap, my coochie was all sloppy now, but Massa didn't mind.  He just
held me and I felt so safe and happy.

"After I calmed down I told him, 'Thank you, Massa.  You so good to
yo' nigga.'  And he smiled at me and said, 'Well, Ruby, you are my
favorite.'

"He told me that it was gettin' late and my folks would worry 'bout me
and that he would walk me down to the bus stop.

"I told him, 'I gotta do somethin' fo you, Massa.  You treat yo' nigga
so fine.'  I could tell he liked that and it made me happy to please
him talkin' that way for him.  But I wanted to do more.

"He seemed kind of flustered and said that there was somethin' I could
do for him but he was too embarrassed to ask.  I told him not to be
embarrassed about nothin' with his nigger and I'd do anything he asked
and not think poorly of him.

"I was kind of surprised when he asked for my panties, but if that's
what he wanted, I was gonna give 'em to him.  I mean I was ready to do
anything for that old white man right then and I mean anything.  I had
fooled around with boys before like I said, but I was still a virgin.
I would have given him that if he asked for it and been happy about
it.  Tell the truth, I hoped that's what he wanted.

"They was still around my knees, I know, what a slut!  I stood up and
was gonna take 'em off for him when I started to get why he wanted
them.  So I pulled 'em back up so hard they kind of worked their way
into my crack.  I lifted up my skirt for him and spread my legs,
offering him my coochie.

"'Please, Massa,' I says to him, 'touch you nigga's coochie a little
first.'  I was really wet already, but I wanted those panties soaking
for my Massa.  I could tell he was pleased when he figger'd out what I
was up to and put his hand on me.  When he took his hand back I asked
him, 'Massa, would you take yo' nigga's panties off for her?'

"I was afraid he was gonna have a heart attack or something from the
way he was breathin' after that, but I guessed he jus' really liked
the idea.  He grabbed my panties with both hands and slowly pulled
them down.  He had to lean forward and his nose was inches away from
my coochie.  I heard him inhale deep.

"'You like yo' nigga's scent, don't you, Massa?'

"'Oh, yeah,' he said, real quiet like.

"'Well, I hope her panties'll do 'til I see you again,' I said.

"He pulled them down the rest of the way and I stepped out of them and
let my skirt fall back down.  He stood up and looked into my eyes.
'You a sweet girl, Ruby.  Thank you.  I haven't felt so good in a long
long time, he said.  'Can I kiss you?'

"Can you imagine?  He was so sweet!  Here he'd just had his fingers
all up in my coochie and he was askin' if he could kiss me.  I thought
I was gonna melt.  'You don't hafta ask that, Massa!' I told him,
''Course you can kiss me!  I's not playin' wit' you when I say I's yo'
nigga.  I *is* yo' nigga and you is my Massa.  You can do whatever you
want wit' me and I'll do anything you want me to.  Jus' tell me what
it is an' I'll do it.

"So he kissed me right on the lips.  Too bad my panties was already
off 'cause I woulda got 'em even wetter for him.  I almost was gonna
open my mouth for him and give him my tongue the way the boys liked,
but it wasn't my place to start that.  I wished he would, but it
wasn't my place.

"He walked me down to the bus stop and waited with me until it came.
It was gettin' dark and the lights were on inside the bus.  I had a
hard time seein' him through the reflections on the windows, but I
waved at him and smiled.

"Momma didn't say nothin' to me when I got home late like that, it was
a relief.  I went up to my room and changed out of my school clothes.
'Course I had to put on new panties!  It's funny.  That night I left
Miz Clitty alone.  I was afraid it would take away some of the memory
of Massa's touch.  I went to sleep and dreamed about the plantation
again.

"I got on the bus on Saturday and went over to Massa's apartment, but
he wasn't home.  I waited around outside for a while and then I saw
him walking down the side walk.  When he saw me I could tell he was
happy to see me.  I went straight to him and walked with him back up
to where he lived.

"'You sweet to come back, Ruby,' he said.  'I don't know what to say.'

"'You ain't gotta say nothin', Massa,' I told him.  'I's yo' nigga
from now on.'  I thought about it for a second and then asked him,
'You do want that, don't you?  You want me to be yo' nigga, right?'

"'Course I do!' he said.  'Old man like havin' a fine sweet young
thing like you?  I still can't believe it!'

"He unlocked the door and we went in.  Everything was just like it was
the day before.  He kissed me on the lips again and I put my arms
around him.  He told me I was still his favorite nigger.  He so sweet.
He asked me if my folks knew where I was.  I told him no.  Momma
didn't ask where I was goin'.

"He said that wasn't right, and that I should have at least tol' her
when I be back so she won't worry.  He was sounded like my daddy
again.  Then he say he sorry, but he got to punish me.  I didn't know
what he meant and I hoped he wasn't gonna send me away.  But then he
sat down on one of the kitchen chairs and tells me to pull down my
pants and he watched while I did it.

"I knew I was in some kind of trouble with him and he was cross with
me when he saw my little surprise for him.  I don't know why, but I
got the razor I used for my legs and took off all my coochie hair for
him.  I figger'd it was proper for a nigger to be shaved for her
massa.  When he saw that he couldn't hardly stay mad at me.

"'You do that for me, Ruby?', he asked.  I tell him yes I did.  He
tol' me it was sweet, but he still had to punish me for makin' Momma
worry about me.  He tol' me to come over to him and I kind of shuffled
over to him since my jeans were down around my ankles.  It's funny but
even after all I did with him the day before, showin' him my coochie
and him fingerin' me I never felt embarrassed until now.  Shufflin'
around with my pants down like that shamed me and I could feel myself
blush.  I don't know if he noticed or not, me bein' a nigger an' all.
I also could feel I was gettin' wet.  I bet he noticed that.  I could
smell it my own self.

"He made me lay across his lap, and I knew he was gonna give me a
spankin'.  He rubbed on my ass a little and then he started hittin' me
with the palm of his hand.  For an old man, he packed a whollop.  The
sound of his hand on my ass rang off the walls.  I tried not to cry
out so he'd be proud of me, but I couldn't hold back the tears.  He
musta given me a couple dozen spanks before he let me get up.  I stood
there with my pants down rubbin' on my burning ass.  Well, my ass may
have been burnin', but Miz Clitty was on fire!  I never thought a
spankin' would get me so hot.  It hurt at first, but now the heat I
felt made me so horny.

"'You understand why I had to do that, don't you, Ruby?', he asked.  I
nodded yes and wiped the tears out of my eyes and tol' him how sorry I
was to disappoint him like I did and how I wanted to be such a good
nigger for him.  He tol' me I was a good nigger and he had to spank me
like that to make sure I stayed a good nigger.

"I looked at him and he looked a little flushed.  I was happy to see
he was as turned on as me.  I got down on my knees in front of him,
and even though I was afraid it might not be my place to do it, I tol'
him that he should let me do somethin' for him.

"I undid his pants and he got up a little so's I could pull 'em down.
His cock was standing straight up.  I felt good I could get him like
that and then I leaned over and started kissing and licking on him.  I
pushed his legs open and started sucking on his cock and reached in
and started playing with his balls.  He really loved that, I could
tell.  His eyes closed and he put his hands on my head.  Not like that
boy who made me put his dick in my mouth all pushy an' shit.  No, he
just rested his hand on my head and stroked my hair.  I kept sucking
him and moving my head up and down on him.  I looked up at him and
he'd opened his eyes again and was looking right at me while I sucked
him off.  I let his cock slip out from my lips and grabbed it with my
free hand and started strokin' him off, still playin' with his balls
with the other.

"I looked up at him and asked, 'You like this, Massa?  Is yo' nigga
treatin' you good?'  He was so 'cited he just nodded, never breakin'
away from lookin' me in the eye.  He was breathin' hard and I could
feel him buckin' into my hand.  I smiled as sweet as I could and
kissed on the tip of his cock.  I could feel the stirrin' in his balls
and knew he was about there.  I took his cock head into my mouth for a
second or two and then looked back up at him.

"'You wanna cum in yo' nigga's mouth, Massa?  Huh?  Or, maybe you
wanna cum all over her black face.  Do you, Massa?'  I talked to him
in my little girl voice and I thought he was gonna explode.  'Tell me
what you want, Massa.  You know yo' nigga do it fo' you.'

"He was gettin' all red an' his cock was gettin' all purple.  Then I
barely heard him say, 'face.'  So I smiled sweet at him again and held
his cock close to my face and kept stroking it.  Next thing I know
he's spurtin' all over me.  I had cum in my hair, on my cheek, on my
nose, and on my lips.  I even got some in one eye.

"But I didn't care.  The look on his face while he came all over mine
was worth a little sting in the eye.  I was surprised an old man could
cum in buckets like that.  When he stopped shootin' off I started
kissing it, all covered in his cum.  Then I started in on it with my
tongue and licked it all clean for him.  After I was done, I just
looked up at him again and smiled for my sweet Massa, his cum runnin'
off my face.

"He was all out of breath and said, 'Ruby, you're the best nigger a
massa could have.'  All I could say to that was 'Thank you, Massa.
Tha's what I wanna be fo' you.'  He tol' me to go wash my face off and
get naked.  So I did and went to sit in his lap.

"He held me like that, all naked for him, for a long while.  Then he
kissed me and said I better get home so nobody would worry about me.
I stood up and he pulled me to him and kissed my nipples real soft
while I rubbed my hands through his gray hair.  I felt his hand going
south so I spread my legs out for him so he could get to my coochie
like he wanted.  I think he really liked it shaved the way I had it.
I was so glad to please him.

"He finally stopped, too soon, I thought, and I got dressed.  He
walked me out the bus stop and waited with me until it came.  I don't
know what people may have thought seeing us there together like that.
It was obvious I wasn't his grandbaby, but we didn't care.  I got on
the bus when it came and watched him standing on the curb until he was
out of sight.

"When I got home, Momma wasn't in the least worried.  But at least
concern for her had earned me a spanking from Massa.  I knew I'd have
to think of way to tell him they were more of a reward than a
punishment.

"Things went on like this for the rest of the time I was in high
school.  I'd always be looking forward to seeing him on the bus after
school if he were there, and he usually was, I'd go stand on my spot,
neither of us acknowledging the other.  It was so naughty.  No one
knew that this old white man had his hand up my skirt playing with his
nigger's coochie the whole way along until empty seats opened up and I
had to sit down.  We'd get to his apartment and play.  He was pretty
frisky for an old man.

"Sometimes we'd play colored schoolgirl and I'd let my panties drop
and lift up my skirt for him so he could keep playing with my smooth
naked coochie.  He'd play with Miz Clitty until I'd beg him to let his
nigger cum for him.  Usually he'd get so worked up from that game that
I'd have to suck him off and I'd go home with cum on my plaid jumper.

"He learned that I loved the bare bottom spankin's he gave his nigger.
He seemed to like me with my pants pulled down for that, so we'd
usually save it for weekends when I wasn't already in my school
clothes.  He'd warm my ass up and and I'd get all wet and next thing
I'd know he'd be putting Miz Clitty though her paces.  I loved cumming
while bent over his knee, my black ass squirming.

"But no matter how it started, it always ended with him tellin' me how
I was his favorite nigger.  And me going home wet.

"One thing bothered me, though, and that was that he wouldn't use my
coochie for himself.  He kept telling me I should save that for when I
got married.  It's funny.  The kinds of things he did to me, and still
he was old school on that score.

"I never had a boyfriend the whole time in high school.  Why would I
want some boy when I had a Massa?  It came time for me to go off to
college and I went to visit him before I left.

"He bought a going away present for me, which was sweet, since I knew
he didn't have much money.  It was an oversized red sweater with a big
R monogram on it.  I had already told him long before that my name was
really Yvonne and that Ruby was the name I liked to have as a slave.

"He said I should wear it when he wanted to feel him hold me.  I
thought I goin' to cry.

"I tol' him that I wanted to give him somethin', too, 'I knows it
ain't my place to tell you instead of ask you, Massa.  So I hopes you
forgive me, but I's got something for you and you gots to take it.'

"'What's that, Ruby?' he asked me.  'You my favorite nigger, how could
I say no to you?'

"'I want you to take me and use me, Massa.  I ain't savin' it for
nobody but you,' I tol' him.

"'I'm an old man.  You're a young woman,' he said,. 'How could I
satisfy you that way?'

"I tol' him, 'I is yo' nigga.  An' you is my Massa, You takin' me is
what satisfies me.'

"I stripped down for him and led him to his bedroom.  I helped him off
with his clothes and he lay on his back.  I kissed him, and sucked
him, and then I got up on him.  'You jus' lay still, Massa.  Yo' nigga
gon' take care of you.'

"He was old so I was gentle with him even though it was my cherry
gettin' popped.  I put his cock in me and lowered myself down on him I
felt the resistance and then a little pain.  It wasn't near as bad
some girls make it out to be.  'Course Massa an' me been givin' my
coochie such a workout for long, maybe it was broke in some.  I tol'
him, 'You got my cherry now, Massa.  No matter what, you always be the
one who got it.'

"I just kept goin' up and down on him.  'You fuckin' yo' nigga now,
Massa.  You like that, don't you?'  He looked up at me and nodded.  He
was a sucker for that nigger talk and I felt him release inside me.
'Thank you, Massa, I said.  You too good to yo' nigga.'  I bent over
and kissed him.  Then I rolled off him and we held each other until we
fell asleep.  It was the first time I ever spent the night with him.

"He walked me to the bus in the morning and said goodbye.  I was sad I
was leaving, but he tol' me how important it was for me to go to on to
college an' how I can come visit him anytime.

"The bus came and even though the sidewalk was crowded with people,
this old white man, my Massa, kissed his nigger right on the mouth
where everybody could see.  I got on and went to the back of the bus
so I could see him there on the curb until he was out of sight.

"I saw him a few more times over the years I was in college.  It was
far away so I didn't get back to the city too much.  Last I knew he'd
gone to live with some nephew or other.

* * *

Shanika, Maya, and Darla were silent after Yvonne finished her story.
Even Yolanda was quiet.

"Damn, girl," said Shanika.  "That was some story."

"Yeah," Yvonne replied.  "So I got married a while after college to a
nice respectable black man.  Momma was so proud.  She never knew about
my Massa.  Now I love the white massas who play rough with me and make
me feel like a nigga slut, but the old man was the best.  I was his
favorite nigger."
Shanika at the Plantation Club
by Neal <bboy4x@yahoo.com>

Chapter 14 - The Ride Back

The sound of crunching gravel was heard and the van arrived, kicking
up a small cloud of dust.  The front door opened and Steve the driver
stepped out and went around the back.  Pausing briefly to survey the
negro slave girls waiting naked in chains on the bench, he let himself
in the back and closed the door after him.

Shanika and the others remained on the bench watching.  They knew it
would be a little while before Steve had the new arrivals in chains
and collected his gratuity.  Five minutes later the door opened and he
led his captive cargo blinking into the bright daylight.

The lead girl had long straightened hair that reached her shoulders.
She was quite shapely with dark skin and small breasts.  She appeared
to be in her mid twenties.

Behind her was another pretty slave girl but somewhat older.  She had
a medium complexion and slightly smaller than average, slightly saggy
breasts.  She sported nicely styled hair.  Cute, thought Shanika, but
it would be gone soon enough.

Third in line was another light skinned negress with hair that would
have just reached her collar and she been wearing any clothes.  She
was a big girl with big floppy tits and a nice wide booty.

The last in the line may have been a returning slave judging by her
short curly hair.  Closer in age to the first girl, she was pretty and
petite and held her head high even though she was naked except for her
shiny steel collar.

Yolanda led her charges to the van to exchange them with the driver's
so they could be returned to where they came from.

Shanika could tell that the lead girl was also Steve's favorite,
judging by the semen in her hair and on her face which was still
dripping down onto one of her breasts.  Well, she thought, that girl
won't have a problem washing her hair once she gets her head clipped
bald in the slave barn.

Steve the driver admired the view of the four naked black slave girls
being led in chains towards him, having already lost some of his
interest in the ones he'd just delivered.  Their wrists and ankles
manacled, they shuffled along, their bare feet kicking up the dust.
His dick stirring at the sight in spite of having just used one of the
new arrivals mouths for his pleasure.  He was already trying to decide
which one of his next passengers he'd be using as a reward for his
services.

"You'll be taken back to where you were picked up now," Yolanda
addressed the departing slave girls.  "Your clothing will be returned
to you when you arrive.  All of you are welcome to return here as
slaves if you so desire.  You each have the number to call."

Yolanda looked at each negress in turn before handing Shanika's chain
to the driver and accepting the long haired black girl's from him in
return.

"I felt this nigger's teeth and I had to slap her," he told her.
"Make sure to scrub her real good."

"Yes, sir, Massa Steve," she replied, eyeing the cum faced negro as
the driver grinned, looking on.  "I'll see she gets proper treatment."
The colored girl under discussion hung her head.

At that Yolanda jerked on her chain and led the new negro slaves to
the barn.  After watching them shuffle away, the sound of their
jangling shackles fading, Steve opened the door to the van.  He led
the departing slave girls inside and removed their chains.

"Let's see," he said, surveying the female negro flesh available to
him.  He looked at Darla.  "On your knees, girl," he said to the black
teenager.  "I think I'll have you suck my dick now."

Darla looked at her mother as she sank to her knees before the driver.
He unzipped his jeans and let them drop around his ankles.  The young
colored girl reached her hands out and fondled the white man's cock,
still wet from the servicing he got from the long haired negress he'd
just dropped off.  Looking up into his face she leaned forward and
took his dick into her mouth as far as she could and started sucking
on it.

The other women sat on the benches and tried not to watch as the
teen's mouth was used by the driver.  In spite of this, the young
black girl was very embarrassed to be performing the humiliating act
in front of her fellow slaves, including her own mother.

"You gotta sweet mouth, girl," he complimented her.  "You niggers all
know how to suck dick good.  Natural cocksuckers, that's what you
are."  Each of the women were shamed by this comment.  Darla continued
to slurp on Steve's shaft.

He turned towards Maya.  "You this nigger's momma, right?" he asked as
her daughter kneeled before him with his cock in her mouth.

"Yes, suh," the older black woman answered.  "She my child."

"This black cocksucker here?" he leered at her.  "This nigger who's
suckin' my white dick?"  Darla continued to service him, moving her
head back and forth on his cock.

"Yes, suh," she said, looking away from him.

"You teach her to suck white man's cock this way?" he asked.

"No, suh," replied Maya.

"Well, she's a natural," he mused, taunting the humiliated mother.
"Think I should make her swallow?  Or just shoot off in her pretty
face?"

"I dunno, suh," she said, her face burning.  "You do what you want."

"I am." he said with an edge to his voice.  "I'm fuckin' your kid's
face."  The driver started actively shoving his cock in and out of the
black teenager's mouth causing her to gag and sputter..

"You wanna give her a break?" he asked, breathing harder, "Get on your
knees over here.  You can take over for a while."

Maya knelt beside her daughter and looked up at Steve.  The white man
took his cock out of Darla's mouth and started slapping her with it,
leaving saliva and pre cum on her cheeks.  He turned slightly towards
the mother, his dick right in her face.  She looked up at him and
opened her thick lips, offering him her mouth to use.  He shoved it in
and started fucking her face with the same vigor he used on her
daughter.

Darla continued to cough, a thick strand of spittle drooling from her
lower lip, across her chin, and down onto her small adolescent looking
breasts.  She looked to one side to see the sight of her mother's face
with the white man's cock in it less than a foot away.  She could hear
the slurping sounds from her as Steve's cock went in and out.  The
force of his thrusts caused the older colored woman's breasts to
shake.

"Look at me," he commanded the two kneeling black women.

They both looked up in into his eyes.  Darla drooling onto her chest,
Maya with Steve's cock in her mouth.

"Here you go, niggers," he said, gasping.  He pulled his cock out of
Maya's mouth and ejaculated in her face.  A big shot of semen hit her
just below one eye and the second right on the bridge of her broad
African nose.  He turned to her daughter, milking the cum out of his
cock all over her upturned face.

"Kiss her," he croaked.  "Do it!" he growled when they hesitated.
Maya turned to her daughter and kissed her on her cum covered cheek.
A long string of semen stretched back to her lips as she leaned back
afterwards.

"On the lips, nigger!" he demanded as he milked the last of his sperm
onto the young black teenager's mouth.  The two women faced each
other.  Darla leaned forward and kissed her mother with her semen
coated lips.  The older negress returned her daughters kiss and then
kissed her again.  She looked up at the white driver to see if he was
satisfied with the humiliating display.

Drained, he reached for his pants and pulled them up.  "You niggers
still have a lot to learn.  When I say do something, you bitches
better do it and fast.  I'd slap your fuckin' faces if they wasn't
covered in my spunk."

They hung there heads at his rebuke and didn't look up again until
they heard him shut the back door after exiting the van.  Maya and
Darla returned to their seats.  With no cloth of any kind in the cargo
area and fearful of his reaction if they used the curtain, both slave
girls wiped his semen off their faces with their hands.

The heard the motor start and felt the van begin to move.  They all
sat without speaking for several minutes.

"Are you ok, baby?" Maya finally broke the silence.

Darla nodded without looking at her.

Shanika looked at Yvonne to try to read her reaction to what they'd
witnessed.  Shanika felt shame at sitting passively while the mother
and daughter were violated just a few feet away from her.  What shamed
her even more was the fact she could feel the display had left her wet
and aroused.  She immediately turned her eyes away when Yvonne looked
her way.

"That white boy's one horny motherfucker," observed Yvonne.  "He is
just nasty."

"It wasn't so bad," said Darla.  "And it wasn't the first time a massa
did that to us."

"That's for sure," her mother agreed.  "Each massa did it."

"That must be strange," opined Shanika, "to be doin' sex like that
together, you bein' her momma and all."

"Yeah, but the white men love it big time," said Maya.  "So we do it."

They felt the van turn and pick up speed.  Back on the interstate
again.

"The first day we didn't get bought by the same massa.  I don't think
the one bought Darla knew she was my child.  He's jus' happy to have a
sweet young thing for hisself.  The ones bought be sho' knew, though.
And when they tol' the first one, well, that man had to have me.  Gave
those college boys six hun'ert dollars for me when they only paid
four.

"Just now wasn't the first time we had to suck a white man off
together and take his spunk in our faces.  The first man that bought
us, that was the first thing he did.  Then he lay in the bed and had
us up on our knees on each side of him like we was displaying for the
auction.  He had us lick off each other's face.  He had a hand on each
of our coochies, puttin' his fingers all up in us the same time.

"Once his dick got hard again he had me on my back and fucked me while
Darla rubbed her titties on him.  I wanted to get him off quick so I
tol' him that nigga talk those white men love so much.  I say 'Oh,
Massa, you like my baby girl's titties on you while you fuck her
momma?  Ain't she nice?  You gonna fuck her next, Massa?  You gonna
fuck yo' nigga's baby girl?  Then she be yo' nigga, too.'  They don't
last to long hearin' that.

"It was strange for me to see my momma that way," said Darla.  "I
never thought about her like that before."

"Are you gonna go back?" asked Yvonne.  "It don't sound like you
will."

"I don't know," answered Maya.  "We might have been lucky none of our
massa's beat on us or nothin'.  Might not be so lucky next time."

"Well, I be a little disappointed if they didn't," smiled Yvonne.
"Offerin' my body up to them to do what they want.  It make me feel
like such a nigga.  And when they whup me I's wet after.  So I keep
comin' back."

"What about yo' husband?" asked Shanika.  "Don't he see the marks on
you?"

"I think he knows somethin's up," Yvonne replied.  "He don't ask.  But
a couple of times I catch him lookin' at the marks and he gets all
flustered.  Someday I may just tell him to see what he do about it."

"So you goin' back again?" Shanika wanted to know.

Yvonne laughed.  "You know I am, girl!  What about you?"

"I don't know," Shanika said thoughtfully.  "It gets me excited, but I
know I should hate it, but I don't.  I just don't know."

They traveled on in silence again.  After a time the van slowed and
turned.  They must be off the interstate, thought Shanika.  Almost
back to the beginning now.

Finally they stopped and heard the back door open.  Steve opened the
curtain and shoved the boxes with their clothes inside across the
floor with his foot.

"All right, you can put your clothes back on and go," he said.  "And
take your time.  I could watch you niggers all day."

The colored slave girls dressed under the driver's watchful eye.

Shanika was the last dressed and when she stepped out onto the street
the others were already gone.  Steve climbed out after her and shut
the door.

"See ya next time, girl," he told her with a wink and a leering grin.
He got behind the wheel and drove away.

Shanika walked to the bus stop to wait for her ride back to her old
life.