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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 limousine carrying the three actresses sped down the coast highway on their way to their test performance. Danessa, Natalie, and Rolonda were already in their costumes which consisted of iron collars as well as iron wrist and ankle cuffs. Nothing more. All three negro women were completely naked other than their slave manacles and collars.
While their mode of dress was appropriate and in character for the parts they were to play as negro slave girls of the nineteenth century, they felt conspicuously out of place here in the twenty-first.
The movie producer Roger Gray sat happily in the back seat facing Danessa Summers, the former child star. Danessa was one of the actresses helping him to secure the financing necessary to make the historical drama, "Savannah", a film set in the Ante Bellum era South, just before the outbreak of the Civil War.
To one side of Danessa sat her mother, Natalie. Natalie had her moment on television, though she'd never managed to even be a regular, let alone a star. Appearing in "Savannah" would be her first movie role and, she hoped, her chance for the stardom she'd always dreamed of.
Sitting on the other side of Danessa, Jennifer Gray, Mister Gray's adopted daughter. By day, the much accomplished black woman ran her father's production company. However, when in private, she became his negro servant, willing and eager to serve his every need.
Rolonda Summers, Danessa's cousin, was also along for the ride. Her acting experience was limited to appearing in porn videos on the internet, but she'd managed to land a non-speaking role in the film.
Roger Gray was happy because he was certain that Carol Goodrich, a wealthy investor, would surely put enough money into the project to make the film once she'd seen and enjoyed the performances of Danessa, Natalie, and Rolonda.
The white man was also happy because he had three attractive negro women, all with their naked charms on display for his pleasure. In fact, he'd recently enjoyed Danessa's charms even more intimately. The eighteen year old colored girl had just finished sucking the producer off and swallowing his cum.
He'd been enjoying one of Rolonda's more explicit performances on the limo's DVD player and needed some relief. Danessa was becoming a very obedient girl, and didn't hesitate to get on her knees and take his dick in her mouth when he instructed her to do so.
Mister Gray had been so appreciative of Rolonda's on-screen performance that he had Natalie kneel on the limo floor next to her daughter and service the big black girl personally. Now, the older colored woman didn't care much for her daughter's cousin, but the white man told her to lick her pussy and she felt compelled to obey.
After Mister Gray and Rolonda had been brought to orgasm by the mother/daughter team, he felt that Danessa deserved a reward. So, he instructed Natalie for a repeat performance, this time on her own daughter.
Jennifer just watched the goings on, happy to see her adopted white daddy enjoying himself so much. She wasn't disturbed in the least by the display of incestuous lesbianism. She wished she was participating in it. But, without Mister Gray's instructions otherwise, she could only look on.
The chauffer wasn't privy to the goings on in the back of the limousine he was driving. However, the black man had plenty of experience with his employer and his recreational interests.
The air was heavy with the aroma of female arousal, which was perfume to Mister Gray. Danessa was embarrassed by the smell as well as the slick spot on the leather seat where she sat. Natalie sat quietly, her jaw still aching from having serviced her daughter and her cousin. Rolonda was fired up and ready for more. It was Jennifer who spoke first.
"We almost dere," said Jennifer. "Y'all behaves yo'se'fs. Miss Carol ain't gonna stand fo' no uppity niggas. Y'all jus' keep yo' moufs shut an' do like she say. Don't you say nothin' less she tells you to talk. She likes talkin' to herse'f an' askin' questions what ain't got no answers. If'n y'all start yappin', you gonna git slapped."
"That's right, girls," added Mister Gray. "From this point on you're to stay in character as good obedient nigger slave girls."
"Yes, suh, boss," said Natalie. "We sho' will."
The limousine turned off the highway and proceeded up a long driveway. The driveway wound through some trees and up a hill to the point that the main road was no longer visible. Up ahead the trees cleared to reveal what could only be described as a modern day mansion. The car stopped by the front entrance to the house.
The chauffer climbed out and came around to open the back door. Jennifer got out first, followed by the three naked negro women. The driver smiled happily as he looked them over.
"You betta watch yo'se'f, Henry," Jennifer warned him. "Daddy ain't gonna like you starin' at dem niggas o' his."
His smile faded and Henry straightened up just as Mister Gray stepped out of the car.
"Is there a problem, Jenny?" he asked.
"No, suh," replied Jennifer. "I's jus' askin' Henry to fetch da box out o' da back o' da car."
Henry leaned into the back of the car and pulled out the box of chains. He inhaled deeply and smiled. Danessa blushed, knowing he was enjoying the smell of pussy that still hung heavily in the air in the back of the limo.
"You kin git on back in da car, Henry," said Jennifer. "Ain't none o' dis none o' yo' bidness."
After Henry got back in the limo, Jennifer went to work attaching the chains first to Rolonda's collar, then Natalie's, and finally Danessa's. She took shorter lengths of chains in her hand and stepped behind the former child star.
"Put yo' hand 'hind yo' back, Nessa," instructed Jennifer. "I knows dis ain't da way dey done da nigga slaves fo' real, but I knows dat Miz Carol be likin' seein' y'all wit' yo' hands 'hind yo' backs. An' we's all 'bout pleasin' dat white lady."
Danessa put her manacled wrists behind her back and Jennifer connected them with a short length of chain. She put a longer length of chain between the teenager's ankle cuffs. Next, it was Natalie's turn. She finished up with Rolonda.
Once the three naked black women were properly chained, Jennifer stripped off her blouse and bra, which left her wearing only a long thin cotton skirt. She opened the car's back door and tossed the clothing she'd removed inside.
Mister Gray carefully inspected the chained naked negro's bonds before walking to the front door of the house and ringing the door bell. Soon, the door opened, revealing a young black woman in her twenties wearing a maid's uniform, complete with cap and apron.
"Why, hello, Mista Gray, suh!" she greeted him warmly.
"You're looking lovely, Susie," said Mister Gray. "Is your mistress home?"
"Yes, suh, thanky, suh," replied Susie. "I'll go tell her dat y'all's here."
Susie turned and hurried into the house. A minute later a slender white woman with shoulder length chestnut brown hair came to the door. She appeared to be in her mid thirties and was dressed as if she'd just been horseback riding, right down to the tan riding pants and tall shiny black leather boots that came up almost to her knees.
"Roger!" she smiled radiantly. "How wonderful of you to come!"
"It's always a pleasure, Carol," he replied.
The three naked black women simply stood in their chains shifting their feet, waiting for whatever was to come next. In spite of their appearance and the occasional soft clanking sounds of their chains, Carol Goodrich barely glanced at them.
"I read your screenplay," said Carol. "Once I started it, I couldn't put it down! And, after I finished it, I was even inspired to take the whip to Betty just like the Tollie character in the story. Just hearing the whip and seeing her brown flesh welt up from it really got my blood flowing. But, Roger, you didn't give me the fourth act and left me hanging."
"To tell you the truth, I haven't finished it yet," Roger Gray explained. "There's a couple ways it could go, but I haven't decided which one to use."
"Well, I hope it has a happy ending," said Carol.
"I won't spoil it for you," smiled Mister Gray.
Now, Carol looked over at the naked negroes. Even from the distance she was standing away, Danessa felt the white ladies eyes upon her. It was embarrassing to be presented to a stranger in this way, exposed and helpless.
Roger Gray and Carol walked together over to where Jennifer and the naked colored women waited in chains. She walked by them slowly, looking them up and down, almost like a general inspecting the troops.
"You've brought some nice looking niggers, I see," observed Carol. "Of course, I recognize Jennifer, but not the others... Hmmm... Although... The young one... Last in line... She looks familiar some how..."
"Did you watch much television, say, six years ago?" asked Mister Gray, giving her a hint.
"Some...," Carol told him. "Let's see... No! It isn't! That isn't Li'l Nessa from "The Malarkeys", is it?"
"You're good, Carol," laughed Mister Gray. "You do have a good eye for niggers. You're absolutely right, she was Li'l Nessa on that show. I always thought she'd make an excellent slave girl. She still looks fourteen to me, too, even though she's just turned eighteen. Niggers always look younger to me."
Carol stopped in front of Danessa and reaching out, grabbed one of her bare breasts and squeezed it. The white lady's touch made the teenager's pussy tingle. Having her intimate parts handled so casually was humiliating, but at the same time her arousal level rose. To her shame, she longed for the chestnut haired woman to touch her pussy, too.
"Do they now?" Carol laughed, too. "Well, she seems a little too well endowed for fourteen, but I don't want to spoil your fun."
"The other two are her mother and cousin," Mister Gray informed her. "Natalie's been around back in the day. I liked the idea of a real mother and daughter in the lead roles. When I auditioned them I found out that they're both natural niggers. That really sealed the deal."
Stepping in front of Danessa's mother, Carol's hand went to the older black woman's breast. She hefted it for a moment before using her other hand to lift the other. Natalie's face burned with humiliation at being handled this way, but she remained silent. Without warning, the white lady released the negress's breasts, which flopped down on her chest.
"The cousin was a bonus," he continued. "She's only ever done porn, but she handled it well. Besides, the part I have in mind for her doesn't have any lines anyways, so I think she'll be fine."
Carol moved to where she was right in front of Rolonda. She groped her large breasts in the same way she'd done to Danessa and Natalie. But then, she reached up and grabbed the big girl's face with one hand. Pressing her thumb and middle finger together, forced her mouth open. She peered inside, as if evaluating a slave for purchase.
"Well, I must say they look like they just stepped out of Georgia, circa eighteen fifty," said Carol. "You certainly can pick them. I mean, take Opal. You found her and look at her now! Looking at her on her TV show, you'd never know how much she likes being a nigger for you."
"She's one in a million, that's for sure," agreed Mister Gray. "And, I have a surprise for you. She's going to be playing Ophelia in the film. I wrote the part for her, but I didn't tell her that. When she read the screenplay, she practically begged for the role."
"I'm sure she did some begging, Roger," replied Carol, her voice dripping with playful innuendo.
"She knows what I like...," said Mister Gray, smiling.
The white lady turned to face Mister Gray.
"I'm impressed," said Carol. "These niggers look perfect. But, can they take it? You're going to be asking them to take quite a bit."
"That's part of why I brought them to you," explained Mister Gray. "I know you have a knack for pushing niggers to their limit and then some. If they can take what you give them, they'll be fine."
Danessa's anxiety level rose upon hearing this. The teenager was afraid she was already at her limit for how much abuse and degradation she could take. Of course, she'd taken worse from Mister Johnson in the motel room with Rolonda than Mister Gray had ever done. However, she had a sinking feeling that Carol Goodrich was up to her task.
"Oh, I like a challenge!" smiled Carol. "I've got this buck right now... A pro football player, no less! I met him at a party and got to talking with him. I knew almost instantly what he really was. A nigger. A nigger who needed to bow down to a white lady. It was a challenge to find the limit with that one!"
"I'm going to leave them with you for the day," said Mister Gray. "Jenny and I will come back for them tonight. I'll ask you to not penetrate Nessa. I've been saving her vagina and asshole for myself for later.
Blushing, Danessa looked down at the ground. It was incredibly degrading for her to hear her body discussed as if it was just a thing, a mere collection of parts designed for sexual gratification. It didn't matter to the white man and lady that she was standing right there listening. Of course, the fact that she was nude and bound in chains lent credence to their impression of her as nothing more than an object.
"Don't worry, Roger," Carol told him. "I'll save her holes for you. As far as the other two are concerned, I was thinking of giving my buck a little treat. That won't be a problem, will it?"
"No problem at all," replied Mister Gray. "By all means, feel free to use them thoroughly. However, we plan on starting shooting in the next few days, so please don't mark her or her mother up. On the other hand, you'd be doing me a favor if you gave the big one a good whipping. There's no substitute for authentic welts. Make up always looks fake to the experienced eye."
"Hmmm...," grinned Carol. "I'm afraid she'll be taking what I had in mind for the others then in addition to what I had planned for her."
"So, it works out perfectly," said Mister Gray. "Well, I'll just leave the niggers with you, Carol. Enjoy."
"Oh, I will..." Carol replied.
The white lady's eyes gleamed as they roved over the naked black women chained in her front yard. Mister Gray turned to his bare breasted adopted daughter.
"Come on, Jenny," he told her. "We better get going now."
"Yes, suh, daddy," she replied.
Mister Gray and Jennifer walked to the limousine and climb in the back. Danessa watched as the car started and disappeared down the driveway. She felt light headed and her stomach was doing flip flops at the thought of herself being left chained and naked in the possession of a stranger. She was a little scared, but at the same time, more than a little turned on.
"Enough day dreaming," announced Carol. "Move it."
Danessa was started when she felt a tug on her collar as Carol lead them around the side of the mansion. She shuffled her manacled feet as quickly as she could in order to keep some slack on the chain that connected her to her mother. The teenager was unprepared for the magnificent view that awaited her.
The mansion was set on a rise overlooking the ocean. The entire wall of it that faced the sea was glass as far as Danessa could see. There was a balcony on the top floor and a large deck on the lower one. A stairway and flagstone paved path led to a huge swimming pool, complete with tables with umbrellas shading the chairs gathered around them. Beyond the swimming pool was a grassy bluff that overlooked the ocean. The teenager was certain she could hear the waves crashing on the beach down below the bluff.
Carol marched the naked black women towards the bluff. She halted them before they reached it. They were close enough for Danessa to see that what she'd thought was a fence or something on the bluff was in fact a set of widely spaced heavy wooden posts.
Next to the posts was what she'd thought were a series of signs, each mounted on two stakes. Now she could see the large hole in the middle of each sign board with a smaller hole to either side of it. Although she'd never seen any in real life, they were unmistakably sets of stocks.
Carol turned around and faced her captives.
"Squat and piss," she ordered them. "You niggers are all going in the stocks for a while, and I'm not letting you out of them until it pleases me to do so. I won't have you pissing near them since I have to walk there. So do it now. Don't keep me waiting."
Danessa was shocked. She looked at the stocks silhouetted against the sky over the ocean and felt a lump in her throat. This was all becoming more and more real. She heard the jingle of the chain and felt a tug at her collar. The teenager turned to see that both her mother and her cousin were squatting in the tall grass.
Slowly, Danessa squatted, too. It was difficult to maintain her balance, squatting with her hands chained behind her back. But, she knew she had to do what the white lady said.
Carol stood over them with a stern expression on her face. The sound of urine splashing on the ground was clearly audible. Danessa couldn't help but feel like a dog, squatting naked, pissing outdoors at the end of a chain. It didn't seem to phase Natalie or Rolonda. The former child star tried to relax and will herself to pee.
"Hurry it up, nigger," said Carol, looking right at Danessa. "This is your last chance."
A few seconds ticked by before the initial trickle started dribbling out. Danessa blushed and looked down at the ground in front of her as she emptied her bladder on the grass between her legs. She could feel it splash on the insides of her legs.
"All right, you're done," announced Carol. "Resting time is over. Get up."
Without waiting, Carol tugged on the chain and pulled the naked black women along behind her as she marched to the stocks. They struggled to keep up with her, hampered as they were by the chains on their feet.
When they got there, Carol went around behind Rolonda and removed the chain from her collar that connected her to Natalie. She also took off the one between her wrist cuffs. While the big girl stood there, the white lady opened up the top of the stocks, still holding the chain to the negro's collar in her hand.
Walking around in front of the stocks, Carol pulled Rolonda's chain, forcing the big black girl's neck into the big opening. Without further instruction, the naked negro put her wrists in the smaller openings. The white lady shut the stocks, locking the colored girl in place.
Danessa found the scene to be fascinating in spite of the fact that she knew it would be her turn to go in the stocks shortly. Rolonda had submissively allowed herself to be locked in the stocks and by the way her ass was moving, she liked it. Carol could also see how Rolonda was clearly enjoying her captivity.
"So, you like the stocks, do you, nigger?" the white lady smiled wickedly. "Let's see what else you like." Carol looked back towards the house. "Jamika! Bring me my crop! Hurry up unless you'd like me to use it on you, too!"
"Yes, ma'am!" came a voice from the house. "I's comin' wit' it!"
In only a few seconds,a black girl emerged from the house and ran towards her mistress clutching the riding crop. As she drew nearer, Danessa could see that the girl was naked to the waist and her bare breasts were bouncing with each stride.
From somewhere, the sound of tinkling bells could be heard. They seemed to be getting louder. When the black girl arrived carrying the riding crop, Danessa saw the source of the sound. Jamika's bare nipples were pierced silver rings. Hanging from each ring was a little silver bell.
Slender and in her early twenties, Jamika was wore an old cotton skirt. Her nappy hair peeked out from under a blue bandana. Other than the bells hanging from her nipples, she looked like a slave on a Caribbean plantation. When she arrived, she dropped to he knees at her mistress's feet, bowed her head, and offered the crop with both hands thrust out in front of her.
Carol took the crop from Jamika and smiled. Without a word, she turned away from her kneeling servant and faced Rolonda's fat black ass. She raised her hand up and brought the crop down hard.
Whap! Whap! Whap!
"How do you like that, nigger?" she asked rhetorically. "Still enjoying yourself?"
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Danessa could see the angry red welts rising on her cousin's ass. Rolonda had made no effort to avoid the blows, impossible as that may have been given that she was pretty much immobilized by the stocks. Instead, the big girl kept squirming in a way that seemed designed to put pressure on her clit.
"Roger was right," said Carol. "You are a natural nigger. You love the crop. Open those legs up. I'll take care of that nasty cunt of yours."
Rolonda spread her legs as far as the chain between her ankle cuffs allowed. Carol started beating the big black girl with an upward stroke right on her crotch.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Even from several feet away, Danessa could see her cousin's pussy swelling from the beating. Nevertheless, Rolonda was moving to meet the blows, not avoid them.
"Hmmm...," mused Carol, "I can tell you're ready for something a little more extreme. Jamika, go get the flogger."
"Yes, ma'am, Miz Carol," said Jamika, rising and bowing.
Jamika backed away for several steps before turning and running back to the house, the bells hanging from her nipples jingling merrily.
"While we wait, I'll put you two away for now," said Carol.
The white lady picked up Natalie's chain and pulled the older negro female over to the second set of stocks. She opened them up and unfastened Danessa's chain from her mother's collar. The colored woman submissively bent over, resting her neck in the big hole, while Carol removed the short chain from between her wrist cuffs. As soon as her hands were free she placed them in the wrist holes.
When Carol closed the stocks, Danessa felt another twinge in her pussy. She was certain that Rolonda enjoyed being at the white lady's mercy, but she wasn't so sure that Natalie did. In fact, the teenager hoped that her mother was humiliated at the position she'd been put in. She was ashamed for feeling it, but she couldn't deny to herself that she did.
Carol flipped open the third set of stocks and yanked Danessa's chain, pulling the colored girl to them. She waited while the white lady took the chain off the wrist cuffs. She felt a hand in the middle of her back, forcing her to bend over. Like her mother and cousin before her, the naked black teenager put her wrists on the proper spot. The stocks closed with a thud followed by the click of the latch. She was held firmly in place.
From her vantage point in the stocks, Danessa could see the heavy wooden posts she'd mistaken for a fence. Her view of the beach below was obscured by the bluff she was on top of, but she could see the ocean all the way to the horizon. Sea gulls flew off in the distance and she could see a sailboat going by some distance from the shore. In fact, it was a beautiful view. She was sure she'd appreciate more if only she weren't naked and locked in wooden stocks alongside her mother and cousin.
"Historically, you'll find that white female plantation owners were often more cruel to their nigger slaves than their male counterparts," Carol informed her negro captives. "It's unfortunate that Roger didn't include one in the film. I think I'd have been a natural for the part."
Danessa heard the sound of running footsteps and jingling bells behind them.
"I gots yo' flogger, Miz Carol, ma'am," said Jamika.
"Good girl," said Carol.
There was a silence filled only with the crashing of the waves below and the calling of the gulls above. Then the wooshing sound of leather cutting through the air.
Whap!
Rolonda grunted.
Whap!
Silence.
Whap!
Silence
Whap!
"Ah!" Rolonda cried out.
Whap! Whap! Whap!
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" yelped Rolonda.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
"Ahhh!" cried Rolonda.
"Don't like this so much, do you, nigger?" asked Carol's voice. "Mmmm, nice welts, too. I can't get at the front with you in the stocks. I think I'll put you on the whipping post and do a proper job of it."
Danessa could hear the creak of the hinge on the stocks and the jingle of the chain on Rolonda's collar. Carol came into her view, leading Rolonda by the chain. The welts on her black ass were nice indeed. Right behind her was the young bare breasted negro girl, Jamika, carrying the leather flogger.
The white lady made the big girl stand with her front up against the post and attached her cuffs to eyebolts mounted on it. Then Carol stood back and admired her handiwork for a few seconds before taking the flogger from Jamika and raising her arm and bringing the flogger down across the hapless negro woman's back again and again.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Rolonda took the beating silently while Danessa watched wide eyed. Her cousin's bare back was crisscrossed with welts. Carol handed the flogger back to Jamika and stepped up behind the big black girl, running her hand over the angry red marks on her back. Slowly she let her hand go lower, running it over her naked welted ass and then between her legs.
"Wet!" exclaimed Carol in mock surprise. "You slutty nigger, you're determined to get off on this! Time to do the other side."
Carol unhooked Rolonda's wrists from the whipping post and turned her around, her back to it. She took the colored girls wrists and reattached them to the eyebolts just over her head. Danessa could see that her cousin was exposed and vulnerable to the flogger now. Her tender flesh was at the mercy of the white lady.
"I'm going to whip those fat nigger udders, girl," she told her. "And there's not a thing you can do about it."
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Rolonda winced and her breasts bounced with each blow. Carol brought the flogger up and down again and again on the negro's unprotected body. She started high on her breasts, leaving them welted and swollen. The she worked her way down, whipping her belly and thighs. Finally, she took considerable delight beating the big black girl's vagina until she was covered in welts.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Danessa could see that her cousin was breathing heavily, probably having trouble taking the beating so stoicly. But, when Carol was beating the poor girl's pussy, Rolonda parted her thighs further as if she wanted to take the blows directly between her legs. Carol noticed what she was up to.
The white lady handed the flogger off to Jamika and stepped up to Rolonda, running her hands all over the big girl's tortured body. Carol put her hands between the negro's legs and when she brought it back out, it was glistening.
"You are a nasty nigger, aren't you?" she smiled. "The harder I beat you, the better you like it! Roger's found himself a good one, that much is certain."
Carol took her hand, slick with Rolonda's juices and rubbed it in the black girl's face.
"I think it's time to move on," said Carol, walking over to where Natalie was held in the stocks. "Maybe you won't like it so much. Too bad I can't use the whip on your fat black ass. I'd love to see if you creamed for me like the last one did. Somehow, I doubt you would."
Squatting down in front of the stocks, Carol was face to face with Natalie.
"You're going to be perfect for this movie," she told her. "I can't wait to see you fucked in the stocks like a nigger ought to be fucked. Just thinking about it has me so hot, I think I'll have to have a little preview."
Straightening up, the white lady turned to Jamika.
"Let's go get my houseboy, girl," she ordered her servant. "He's ready and waiting. We'll bring him out here. I've got a little treat for him."
Carol turned and walked back towards the house with Jamika right behind her, the bells jingling softly with every step. Danessa couldn't see them from where she was locked in the stocks, but Rolonda was watching them from her position secured to the whipping post.
"Dey gone back in da house," said Rolonda. "How 'bout dem bells on dat nigga girl's titties? It's kinda cute, but kinda embarrassin'. Even fo' me!"
"I wanna know 'bout, you, Londa!" exclaimed Danessa. "Miz Carol beat you pretty hard. You is covered in welts! Are you okay?"
"She sho' did!," agreed Rolonda. "Beatin' my ass ain't enough fo' dat white lady. She had to go 'head an' beat my titties an' coochie. But I's okay, Nessa. Mista Johnson done me dat way plenty o' times. It ain't easy to say it right, but when I's gittin' beat like dat, somethin' happens an' it starts to feel good. It hurts, but it feels good."
"Miz Carol was sayin' how you's gittin turned on by it," said Danessa. "I figured she's jus' talkin' shit."
"Nah," replied Rolonda. "I's gittin' all worked up. I's ready fo' some dick now, girl! When Mista Johnson whup me like dat, he be ready fo' some poontang. An' he ain't mind stickin' his fat white dick in my beat coochie. He ain't care how sore it is. I's glad o' dat, cause I gotta have me some dick after a beatin' like dat."
Danessa was struck by the surreal nature of their conversation. It was the kind of chatting they'd be doing sitting around the kitchen table or lounging on the couch in the living room. Instead, they were naked outdoors with Danessa and Natalie locked in wooden stocks while Rolonda was chained to the whipping post, covered in welts.
"You is sho' is a slutty ass nigga, Londa," Natalie spoke up. "Ain't you got no shame?"
"Why should I?" asked Rolonda. "I like it an' I ain't mind sayin' so. You like it, too, Aunt Nattie. But, you makes like you ain't. You got 'nough shame fo' all o' us."
"I's doin' this fo' the movie part," countered Natalie, looking up from the stocks. "You think I like gittin' locked up this way by that white woman?"
"I ain't know fo' sho'," ceded Rolonda. "But we's about to find out how you like gittin' fucked in dem stocks. Miz Carol's on her way back an' she got a big ass black man wit' her on a leash. Dis is gonna be good. Too bad he ain't fo' me."
Danessa tried to look, but the stocks prevented her from moving her head far enough to see. She supposed that Rolonda was right, they would find out how Natalie liked it. The teenager suspected that her mother liked it just fine, but was too ashamed to admit it. Maybe she was the same way herself. The remainder of the visit with Miz Carol would certainly be interesting.
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