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CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The "n" word is used liberally.
by Neal
The morning dragged by for Ebony as she sat in her first class waiting for the bell to ring. She was having trouble focusing on the discussion. But, all she could think about was the lost set of quiz answers and how she had to get them replaced before that afternoon.
Finally, the class was over and she hurried into the hallway to try and find Stuart. At last, Ebony saw him coming the other way and she went to meet him.
"Did you go back to the science lab and pick up the old test paper?" she asked him.
"Nope," replied Stuart. "After I busted that nut on you, I just went home"
Ebony flushed with shame at the memory and the white boy's crude reference to it.
"I... kind of lost it," she said. "I need another copy."
"Lost it?" Stuart responded. "I only have mine left and it's at home. I'd have to go get it."
Her stomach in a knot, Ebony forced a seductive smile. Perhaps she could use the charms that the white boy was so obsessed with to get what she wanted.
"If you get it for me, I'd really appreciate it," she said quietly. "I'll let you feel me up and kiss me. I'll even kiss back this time."
"Is that all?" Stuart exclaimed. "Spending my lunch break going home to get that paper? How 'bout you blow me, Ebony? Then I'll do it."
Ebony fought back the anger boiling up inside her. She needed those answers.
"I'm not going to do that," the black teenager replied evenly, trying to smile. "I'll let you touch my pussy. I bet you'd like that."
"How 'bout a hand job?" asked the white boy.
"No!" Ebony said firmly. "I'm not touching you! Forget it then. You're such a pervert!"
"Fine," said Stuart. "Looks like you're on your own. See ya."
The pudgy white boy walked away down the corridor leaving the negro teen standing by herself. Then she noticed the old janitor watching her. He waved her over to him. What did that pervert want? Ebony was sure he'd been the one who told the principal she was in the science lab. She could still remember the caning she received for that every time she sat down. Nevertheless, she went to him.
"What do you want?" she asked when she stood in front of him.
"What I wants?" he grinned. "Mo' like what you wants, girlie. Seems I found somethin' o' yours in dat room where you was wit' dat white boy. Looks like some ol' test paper. I's gonna throws it out, but I gots to thinkin' dat maybe you be wantin' it."
Ebony thought furiously. She had to have those answers. The quiz was that afternoon and there was no time to study. She'd have to turn on the charm.
"Oh, thank you!" she exclaimed, batting her eyes. "You're a lifesaver! Where is it?"
"I gots it down in da basement," he said, still grinning. "Come on down an' I gives it to you."
The old black man led the way through a doorway to a narrow set of stairs. Ebony went down after him. He unlocked a door marked 'Maintenance' and entered, turning on the lights.
The room was unfinished concrete. The walls were lined with steel shelves holding cardboard boxes and cleaning supplies. Bare florescent tubes mounted on the ceiling lit the place. It was musty and smelled of disinfectant.
The janitor went to an old steel desk that was up against the wall, opened a drawer, and pulled out a piece of paper. Ebony recognized it instantly and took a step towards him with her hand out for it.
"Not so fast, sweet thang!" chuckled the old negro. "First you gonna show me what you was showin' him. I figure I deserves a reward fo' findin' dis an' keepin' it fo' you."
Ebony felt her blood boiling. How dare this broken down old man demand such a thing!
"What?!" exclaimed the black girl. "You already saw plenty! An' you're the one who got me in trouble with the principal! I'm not showin' you nothin'! Now give me that paper!"
"Da hell I's givin' it to you!" the janitor replied, his grin gone. "You pissin' me off now, missy. You ain't got no respect fo' yo' elders. Dat's yo' problem! Now shows me somethin' pretty an' you can have yo' damn paper back. It's dat or you kin jus' git!"
Burning with anger, Ebony turned and stomped out of the janitor's room, slamming the door behind her. The very idea! A fine girl like her, letting that dirty old man see her body in exchange for a piece of paper. That was simply not going to happen!
* * *
Later in the lunch room, Ebony once again declined to sit with any of her classmates as she tried to come up with a plan to avoid failing this afternoon's exam. She didn't notice the white boy approach and was startled when he spoke.
"Excuse me," he said to her. "You're Ebony Johnson. I think we have some classes together."
Tall, sandy haired, athletic, and handsome, the teenaged boy smiled down at her. Instantly she recognized Craig Williamson, one of the stars of the football team as well as a member of the student council.
"Yes, I've seen you in class," replied Ebony.
She was flattered that this popular boy had recognized her, but was determined to play it cool.
"Yeah, I was just talking to old Rastus," said Craig. "You know, the janitor. And he was telling me he found some paper of yours."
"Yes!" exclaimed Ebony. "He did! But he was an asshole about it and wouldn't give it to me."
"He wouldn't?" Craig replied, astonished. "Well... Maybe I can help you with that. Come on. We'll go see him and take care of this."
Once again, Ebony headed down to the janitor's room, this time accompanying the handsome white boy. She felt relieved that she'd have the answer sheet in her hands shortly, but even more she was looking forward to watching as Craig put the dirty old man in his place.
Craig opened the door to the maintenance room without knocking. Clearly, he meant business, thought Ebony. Rastus seemed a little shaken at their sudden appearance, which gave the black teenager no small matter of satisfaction.
"I hear you were giving this lady a hard time over something that belongs her, Rastus," said Craig. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I ain't givin' nobody no hard time, boss!" objected Rastus. "I jus' figured I oughta get a li'l reward. Dat's all."
Rastus grinned and eyed Ebony like a dog looking at a piece of meat. The bastard still hasn't learned his lesson, she thought. At last her good looks were going to work to her advantage here. Handsome popular boys coming to her rescue and doing favors for her had been the routine at her old school. It was about time it was happening in this backwards place.
"Give it to me, boy," demanded Craig, his hand out.
"Yes, suh," replied Rastus.
The old black man retrieved the paper from his desk drawer and handed it to the sandy haired student council member. Craig looked it over and turned to Ebony.
"This is interesting...," he mused. "This doesn't look like your name on it. Wade Nelson. Stuart's brother. I remember him from when I was a sophomore."
"Well...," responded Ebony, a lump rising in her throat. "It's just kind of a study aid..."
"No, it looks like you've been going into the quizzes already knowing the answers," Craig told her. "You're a cheater. No wonder you've been doing so well in Knowland's class. That lazy son of a bitch never changes his tests. He's gonna be pissed."
"Why?" asked Ebony. "You're not gonna tell him, are you?"
"Maybe I will," Craig replied, a smile creeping over his face. "What was ol' Rastus gonna make you do for it?"
"Ummm...," Ebony started.
"I's jus' gonna have her show me dem titties o' hers, boss," interrupted the old black man. "Dat's all. I figure I had it comin'."
"And she wouldn't do it?" the white boy asked him.
"No, suh," Rastus answered back. "She says I's some kind o' pervert. She's a mean one, dat one is."
"Don't you know how valuable this is?" grinned Craig. "Knowland'll flunk her ass. Maybe she'll even get suspended. No way that'll look too good on her permanent record. And she can kiss any fancy college she wants to go to good bye."
A trickle of sweat rolled down Ebony's face and she felt her stomach go in a knot. A feeling of desperation started to creep in. Craig turned to her, leering at her.
"You are one dumb fucking nigger," he said. "You shoulda done what ol' Rastus wanted."
"I... I...," Ebony started, flustered. "I'll do it. You wanna see my tits? Okay. Just give me that back."
Rastus licked his lips as Ebony started unbuttoning her blouse. Craig folded his arms across his chest and said nothing, a satisfied grin on his lips.
The black teenager dropped the blouse on the janitor's desk. She unclasped her bra and pulled it off. Ebony stood with her hands on her hips, her breasts exposed for the two men to see.
"There," she said finally. "Happy? Now give me that paper back."
"No," replied Craig. "You don't seem to get it. With this paper, I own you. If Knowland finds out what you've done, you're fucked. You're gonna do a lot more than show off your boobs. A lot more. 'Cause if you don't..."
"Now, wait... please!" pleaded Ebony. "What do you mean?"
"What the fuck do you think I mean, you dumb bitch?" sneered Craig. "You're gonna be my nigger. Either that or you'll never see college. That burger flipping job you got'll be your whole fucking career! Now lose the rest of that get up, monkey. Get naked. Now."
"I will not!" exclaimed the black girl indignantly, holding her hand over her bare breasts.
"Okay, no problem," sighed Craig. "I'll just go to Knowland then. Watching you cut down to size that way'll be pretty cool. I woulda rather had some private fun with you, but whatever..."
Ebony thought fast. Was her dignity really more important than her future? Wouldn't getting publicly exposed as a cheater and losing her chance at Smithmore be far worse than letting this asshole and the dirty old man see her naked?
"All right," said Ebony.
The black teenager unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. The she pulled her panties down and stepped out of them.
"Do I have to take my shoes off, too?" she asked, the irritation in her voice unmistakable.
"Nah," said Craig. "You can leave 'em on. Now get on your knees, nigger. It's where you belong."
Ebony started to object, but realized she was beaten. She couldn't look at either of them as she sank to her knees. Craig stood in front of her, his crotch at her eye level. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was already partially erect.
"Now you're going to suck my dick, bitch," he told her. "Open wide."
It was like a bad dream, thought Ebony. Except it was really happening. At first she'd thought this boy was her savior, but now she realized he was far worse than the janitor. If only she'd just flashed her tits for him, none of this would be happening. Now she had no choice but to perform this disgusting act on the nasty white teenager.
Ebony closed her eyes and opened her mouth as ordered. She felt the head of Craig's penis on her lips. It was soft and warm, but coated with a slimy liquid. She gagged a little as he pushed it into her face.
"Suck it, nigger," he commanded. "If I feel teeth, I'll slap the living shit out of you. Now do it."
The black teenager had never performed oral sex on anyone before, though she'd heard enough about how to do it from giggling girls at slumber parties. She knew that only sluts would ever do such a thing. Sluts and whores. And now there she was, kneeling naked in front of this white boy, wrapping her lips around his dick. She was now a slut and a whore.
"Start slurpin' on it!" ordered Craig. "Haven't you ever sucked a dick before?"
Ebony said nothing, but started to suck on the white boy's sweaty cock. It was musky and a little tangy. She started moving her her head back and forth on it. Craig started bucking his hips, sliding his dick in and out of her mouth. The negro leaned back, letting him slip out of her mouth.
"Please don't cum in my mouth," she asked, looking up at him. "Okay?"
"I won't," he said. "Don't worry about it. Now get back to work."
The black teenager felt the boy's hand on the back of her head, forcing his dick in deeper. She gagged on it, but he wouldn't relax his grip. He started pumping more vigorously and she could hear his breathing quicken.
Her jaw was starting to ache when he shoved his cock into her face hard and stopped humping for a moment. Suddenly she felt her mouth flooded with warm thick liquid. She struggled to get away, but he had tight hold of her. She gagged as his semen ran into her throat.
"Oops," said the white boy, finally releasing her.
Ebony choked and sputtered. She drooled a mixture of her saliva and his sperm from her lips onto her chest. She looked up at him angrily.
"You promised!" she exclaimed.
"Tough shit," he replied.
Her eyes watering, Ebony looked around. Craig was zipping up his pants. Rastus was sporting quite a tent in his trousers. Obviously, the old pervert had enjoyed the show. The black girl started to get up.
"Hold it right there," Craig stopped her. "I didn't say you could get up."
Ebony sank back to her knees. Craig turned to Rastus.
"You want some of this, boy?" the white boy asked the old janitor. "That soft mouth makes up for a lack of talent. I recommend it."
"Hell, yeah, boss!" exclaimed the old black man happily. "I sho'ly do! You sho' you ain't mindin'? I knows she be yo' nigga now."
"I don't mind at all, Rastus!" said Craig magnanimously. "If you hadn't come to me, neither of us would be enjoying this little slut. Giving you a turn at her is the least I can do. So, go ahead, boy. Knock yourself out."
"Thanks kindly, suh," said Rastus gratefully. "I don't mind if'n I do at dat!"
The old negro stepped in front of the kneeling colored girl and unzipped his fly. His cock was longer and thicker than the white boy's. More pungent, too. Ebony could smell the sweat and musk on him from a foot away. She looked up with pleading eyes towards Craig.
"Get busy, girl," ordered the white boy. "Polish the old man's knob like a good nigger. He deserves a treat like you."
Ebony turned back towards the big black dick in her face and grabbed the base of it. Opening her mouth she guided it between her lips and began sucking. She could barely get the head of the janitor's cock in, so she started stroking it. She could tell from the way he moaned that he liked that. She stroked faster in an effort to get him off faster and get this ordeal over with.
"Dat's it, girlie," sighed the old black man. "Jus' like a twen'y dollar whore. Suck it good... Ahhh..."
"Go get 'em, Rastus!" exclaimed Craig. "Fuck her face, boy! That's the way! Bust your nut right in her throat!"
Feeling the first spurt of semen in her mouth, Ebony took the ejaculating member from between her lips. She was rewarded by three or four more strong shots of white liquid in her face. The first hit her square in the eye and the second in her hair.
"Oh, yeah..." murmured Rastus. "Fuck, yeah... Look at you, girlie... You gots ol' Rastus's spunk all over yo' pretty young face. Nice..."
"We're square now," Craig stated. "You done good, boy. You keep your eyes open for me and I'll keep taking care of you."
"Thanks, suh," said the janitor, zipping up his fly. "I sho' will."
"And as for you," the white boy addressed the negro girl. "You're mine now. You do like you're told like a good nigger and I'll just forget what you've done. Get uppity or disobedient with me and I'll go to Knowland and he'll flunk your black ass in heartbeat. You got that?"
"I got it," said the colored teenager from her knees.
"Good," said Craig. "And from now on, you're gonna be showing me proper respect. I wanna hear 'yes, sir' outta your nigger mouth next time. Understand?"
"I understand," said Ebony with resignation. "Yes, sir."
"See?" smiled Craig. "You're not so stupid after all."
Ebony blushed with humiliation and bowed her head. She'd been completely degraded by the nasty white boy and the grinning idiot janitor. The colored girl caught a flash of light out of the corner of her eye. Craig was holding a camera cell phone and was wearing a wide grin.
"Nice pic!" he exclaimed. "You look great with a face full of jizz!"
"You bastard!" cried Ebony. "You are so low!"
"Now, now..." warned Craig. "None of that. I'll just keep this as a souvenir. Play nice and no one else will see it. Act up and it's page one. Got it?"
"Yes, sir" said Ebony softly, completely defeated now.
"Oh, by the way," said Craig conversationally. "We're gonna have some fun this weekend. Be up to the railroad crossing at ten on Saturday morning. I'll come get you. Don't bother to dress up."
Ebony fought back tears of shame. She was completely at Craig's mercy and they both knew it. She'd just have to suck it up.
"Yes, sir," said Ebony, her head bowed.
Craig picked up her blouse from the desk and tossed it in front of her. She looked up at him.
"Clean that spooge off your face," he ordered. "You'll be late for class."
The white boy turned and left the room. Rastus leered at Ebony as she finished wiping off her face and dressed. The wet spots on her blouse stuck to her skin. Once she had her clothes on, she reached for the door.
"You shoulda jus' showed me what I's wanted to see, sweet thang," said Rastus. "But I's sho' happy now dat you din't! You's a fine cock sucker, girl. Mighty fine."
The old black man went on, "'Course, if'n you was nice to a ol' man an' give him a little peek, den when I finded dat paper o' yours, I's jus' be givin' it back. You too uppity, girl. Too mean. Now look at you. Mister Craig's nigga. He gonna be usin' you good, too. Maybe he give ol' Rastus 'nother turn wit' you. I sho'ly hopes so!"
Ebony started to formulate a response, but stopped. What was the point? Besides, she thought, the old negro was right. She'd gotten herself into this situation and there was nothing she could do about it.
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