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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
By the time the limousine reached the highway, the sun had set. Danessa didn't feel quite as exposed on the ride home as she had on the way to Carol Goodrich's seaside estate.
The former child star looked out the window as she sat there naked in the middle of the back seat, her mother Natalie sitting to one side of her and her cousin Rolonda sitting on the other. All three of the aspiring actresses were similarly dressed in collars and chains and nothing else.
Roger Gray, the wealthy film producer who had arranged the trip, may also have been accustomed to being in the company of naked negro women, but that didn't prevent him from enjoying the situation. His daughter Laura delighted in it, as well. Jenny, the black woman he had adopted as a teenager was also naked, per the preferences of her adopted father and sister.
"So, tell me about your day with Miss Carol," said Mister Gray conversationally. "What did she have you doing?"
Since he was looking right at her, Danessa felt she should answer. She was struck by how casually he was asking about their ordeal at the hands of the wealthy white lady. It was as if he were asking how their day at school was, not how their day spent stripped naked and kept locked in stocks had been.
"She got dese wooden stocks behind her house," Danessa started telling him. "She marched us out dere to lock us up. 'fore she did dat, she made us pee on da ground like we was dogs. I's real embarrassed by dat. I ain't never peed outside like dat."
"Well, she does believe that niggers are animals," explained Mister Gray. "Nice sexy animals, yes. But, still animals. I hope you didn't disappoint her."
"No, suh," replied Danessa. "We done like she said. Den she put us in da stocks. She said how Londa be da only one she kin mark up, so she called fo' her girl, Jamika, to fetch her ridin' crop. Dat girl got bells on her titties! But, I guess you saw dat fo' yo'se'f."
"They were just precious!" said Laura. "I loved them! I want to get some for Jenny to wear around the house. Can't you just picture it, Daddy?"
"Oh, yes," agreed Mister Gray. "Carol is nothing if not imaginative when it comes to decorating. You'd look good in them, too, Nessa."
"Yeah, dey nice," said Danessa, blushing at the idea of wearing bells like that herself. "She took da crop to Londa an' welted her ass up good. But, she got da idea dat Londa liked it."
"Did she?" responded the white man. "Is that true, Londa? You enjoyed taking the riding crop?"
"Yes, suh," answered Rolonda, smiling bashfully. "She's a fine white lady, dat Miz Carol. I's proud she be wantin' to beat on my fat black ass."
"Miz Carol made Jamika go an' fetch dis whip..." said Danessa. "It was kinda like a bunch o' whips together..."
"A flogger," Mister Gray informed her.
"Well, she took dat flogger to Londa's ass an' got to beatin' on her hard," Danessa continued. "Den, she took her out o' da stocks an' hooked her up to a wooden post an' started whippin' her titties. I knew it had to be hurtin' her, seein' 'em bouncin' every time the whip hit 'em. Den, she stated whippin' Londa's coochie. Damn, dat girl pushed it on out dere to take it! It was like she humpin' it!"
"My, Londa!" exclaimed Mister Gray. "You do like a whipping, don't you?"
"I like pleasin' white peoples, suh," explained Rolonda. "Miz Carol was havin' herse'f a time whuppin' on my woman parts an' I likes makin' a fine white lady like her happy."
"I see," mused the white man. "You're a rarity, Londa. I may have to give you the chance to make me happy that way."
"I'd be honored, suh," replied Rolonda, again smiling bashfully.
Danessa looked at her cousin and knew what she was up to. She was sure that Rolonda hadn't had her fill of being used yet and was doing her best to get Mister Gray interested in taking care of her need. By the look of the bulge in the white man's trousers, she was doing a good job of it.
"How about you, Nattie?" asked Mister Gray. "We haven't heard from you."
"I's jus' doin' like da white lady said, boss," said Natalie. "She say she want me to squat an' pee on da ground, so I do like she say. She say she want me puttin' my head an' hands in dem stocks, so I does it. After dat, I ain't gotta do nothin' but take whatever she be wantin' me to take."
"And what was that?" Mister Gray wanted to know. "What did she make your mama take, Nessa?"
"Well...," blushed Danessa, recalling the events of the afternoon and her own part in them. "She brought dat black man o' hers... Clarence... on out dere to where we was at. He's all naked 'cept for he be wearin' a hood so we ain't seen his face. She got him chained up, too. He musta liked it, 'cause his dick was stickin' straight out."
"Miz Carol made Jamika git down an' suck it for a second an' den she made dat girl smack him in da nut sack! He jus' took it an' his dick stayed hard. Dat white lady took da crop to him, even beatin' on his dick. It had to hurt him, but he just took it. When she went after his nut sack he tried to hide it. She ain't havin' dat an' made him squat down so she could git at it.
"After she was done beatin' on him, she decided she wanted him to use my mama. She had him git on behind her. Den, she made me git on my knees behind her an' take his big ol' black dick in my hand an' guide it on up into my mama's coochie! I's real embarrassed to be doin' it, but, dat's what da white lady wanted.
"She let him hump Mama some, but den she made him pull out jus' when was gonna nut. He sprayed all over her ass. Miz Carol made me lick it up.
"She did?" asked Mister Gray. "How did you feel having to clean a nigger's seed off your mama black ass?"
"Nasty," replied Danessa. "But I knowed I gotta do it, so I done it."
"Good girl!" said Laura happily, her face flushed. "You are all such good niggers! I love how you just do what you're told. I don't care for disobedient niggers or even the ones that do like they're told, but act all uppity while they're doing it."
"Thank you, ma'am," replied Danessa.
"I don't see how you niggers do it, though," Laura went on. "I can't imagine putting a man's... prick... in my own mother's private place! I'd just die!"
"Den she had him come 'round front," said Danessa. "I figured Miz Carol's gonna have Mama suck on him. I takes his dick again an' hold it in front of my mama's face, but den she tol' him to pee in in Mama's face!"
"Now, that's nasty!" laughed Mister Gray. "How was that, Nattie? Having that boy piss in your face? That must have put you in your place, and hard."
"Yes, suh, boss," said Natalie, her face burning. "It shamed me. But, I knowed I gotta take it. I wanted to show her... an' you... what good niggas we is an' how we take whatever we gotta take to be in yo' movie."
"That you did, Nattie," agreed Mister Gray. "But, Nessa... I would have thought that Miss Carol would have turned her attentions to you eventually..."
"She did, suh," admitted Danessa. "She had Jamika bring me up to da house an' into da room we saw you at. She made me crawl fo' her on da floor. Den she made me... well... service her..."
"Service her how?" asked Mister Gray, pretending not to know.
"Lickin' her cat," said Danessa. "Lickin' her ass."
"Did you make her cum?" Laura wanted to know.
"Yes, ma'am," Danessa blushed anew. "I had a hard time breathin' near da end, an' I ain't lickin' so much as she be humpin' my face. I's happy I pleasin' to her."
"Was that all she had you do?" Mister Gray asked.
"No, suh," replied Danessa. "Dat ain't all. She took me outside an' made me lay in da dirt. She squatted over my face..."
Danessa felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over her as she remembered how Carol Goodrich had used her next. Even just telling Mister Gray what happened brought on renewed feelings of shame.
"Den she peed on my face," said Danessa. "She made me open my mouf an' she peed in it. She made me hold it like dat so she could see. Den she made me swallow it. It was nasty."
"I expected that," smiled Mister Gray. "Carol does like to use niggers hard. To tell you the truth, I find the idea of nigger used as toilet to be deliciously degrading. It takes a great deal of devotion to willingly take that kind of treatment, Nessa. You did me proud to take it."
"Thank you, suh," Danessa replied. "Dat's what I's thinkin' 'bout. We all be wantin' to show dat white lady what good niggas we is."
"You did a fine job, Nessa," said Mister Gray. "All of you did. I guess we came in after that"
"Almost," interjected Rolonda. "After she brought Nessa back an' locked her in da stocks wit' us, she jus' left us out dere alone fo' a bit. Den we heared somethin' comin'. Next thing I knowed, I gots a man's dick up in my coochie! She be lettin' da gardener use me. Damn fool nutted 'fore I kin git off!"
"You are a horny nigger, Londa!" laughed Mister Gray. "Whipped and locked in stocks, and all you want is to get off! I like you more and more, girl!"
"Thank you, suh," Rolonda replied. "You is kind to say so."
"Open your legs up more, girl," instructed Mister Gray. "I want to see those welts."
"Yes, suh," said Rolonda.
The big girl held her legs spread open for the white man's inspection. Mister Gray leaned forward and examined Rolonda's vagina.
"You're marked up good, nigger," he said. "Real good. Gives me ideas..."
Danessa watched as Rolonda put on the bashful act even harder than before. Clearly, her cousin was going to get what she wanted. It was just a question of when.
The limousine had long ago exited the freeway and was now headed down the street. They were approaching the entrance to the Century Park Towers parking garage. When they finally stopped near the elevator, there was no one to be seen. Nevertheless, Danessa didn't relish the idea of walking naked across the garage floor to the elevator. Henry, the chauffer, opened the back door.
"All right, girls," spoke Jennifer at last. "Out you go."
Rolonda was first, followed by Danessa. The teenager watched her mother climb out of the car under Henry's leering gaze. Natalie bristled at the chauffer's attentions. She knew she had to take it from the white folks, but she'd be damned if she'd take it from the black man.
"What you lookin' at, fool?" she said indignantly. "I's fo' white mens, not niggas like you!"
"You ain't gotta be day way, girl!" replied Henry with mock hurt in his voice. "I's payin' y'all a compliment by havin' a good look at such fine lookin' ladies."
Jennifer shot a withering glance in Henry's direction before looking at Natalie and shaking her head. Immediately, the older colored woman knew she'd made a mistake.
"Is there a problem?" asked Mister Gray as he got out of the car.
"No, suh," replied Jennifer. "Ain't no problem here."
"Hmmm," Mister Gray vocalized.
"Now, Nattie," said Laura, standing next to her father, "Henry doesn't mean any harm. It's just his way, that's all. He's a good boy at heart."
"Thanky, ma'am," smiled the chauffer. "I's glad you un'erstan'."
Danessa could tell by her mother's expression that she wasn't buying Henry's innocent act for a second. The teenager had seen that look plenty of times growing up.
"Get on your knees, Nattie," ordered Mister Gray. "Right now."
"Suh?" asked Natalie, startled.
"You heard me, nigger," said the white man sternly. "On your knees."
Natalie looked around quickly before kneeling on the concrete floor of the underground garage. Danessa knew that Mister Gray was going to put her mother in her place and it was making the teenager's clit twitch.
"I don't want you getting uppity with my servants, girl," Mister Gray scolded her. "Don't be thinking that you're better than he is."
"I's sorry, suh," said Natalie from her knees.
"Apologize to him," instructed Mister Gray.
Natalie looked up at Henry. Her face burned with a mixture of shame and anger. Danessa could see the contempt in her mother's eyes.
"I's sorry, Henry," Natalie apologized.
Henry looked like the cat who'd swallowed the canary.
"I'm not sure that's enough," said Mister Gray. "How should she make it up to you, boy?"
"I'd love to have her nigga lips wrapped aroun' my dick!" grinned Henry. He glanced over at Laura and was suddenly embarrassed. "Uh... sorry 'bout dat, ma'am, Miz Laura. I ain't thinkin' right talkin' dat way wit' a white lady around."
"Oh, Henry!" laughed Laura. "You know I don't mind. In fact, I think that's a fine idea. I'd love to watch her do it. Actually, I'd like to hear her ask to do it."
"Good idea, pumpkin," smiled Mister Gray. "You're your daddy's girl, all right."
Natalie felt a lump in her throat. This whole scene was incredibly humiliating. The way she'd been used earlier was most degrading. However, she didn't feel anything for Clarence, one way or the other. But, Henry disgusted her with his leering grin. This would be hard to swallow in more ways than one.
"Kin I suck yo' dick, Henry?" asked Natalie as instructed.
"You ain't said please," replied the black man.
"Please, kin I suck yo' dick?" asked Natalie.
"I s'pose so," allowed Henry. "You look like a good cocksucker. Go 'head an' pop it out, girl. Den you kin git to work on it."
Laura giggled while Mister Gray smiled with amusement. Henry grinned broadly as Natalie reached up and unzipped his chauffer's uniform trousers. He was erect and quite large. The colored woman couldn't get her hand all the way around the black man's cock. She opened her mouth and sucked the tip in.
"Oh, yeah, dat's da way!" exclaimed Henry happily.
Natalie bobbed her head and took as much of Henry's cock into her mouth as she could. He started bucking his hips and thrusting his dick down her throat, causing her to sputter and gag.
"He's too big for her," observed Laura. "I don't want her to choke!"
"You're right," agreed her father. "Just use her cunt, boy."
"I ain't mind havin' some o' dat, boss!" grinned Henry. "I ain't sho' if you mind me fuckin' her so I ain't ask fo' dat."
"It's no problem, Henry," replied Mister Gray. "I won't be using her holes tonight."
Natalie continued slurping on Henry's cock, her face burning as she listened to them talk about her. Danessa looked on, her pussy throbbing. She was ashamed at how much she was aroused by seeing her mother humiliated this way, but she couldn't help her reaction.
"Get up, Nattie," ordered the white man. "Bend yourself over the hood of the car and present your holes to my boy Henry here. Spread yourself out properly so he can have easy access. I don't want to be down here all night."
"Yes, suh," said Natalie, getting to her feet.
Turning around and leaning over, Natalie rested her chest on the still warm hood of the black limousine she'd just been riding in. She spread her legs apart and waited for her degradation to continue. Henry wasted no time in getting up behind her. She felt his dick probing her sex and then plowing into her dry vagina.
"She ain't hardy wet, boss," Henry told Mister Gray. "But, I ain't mind. Still feels good!"
Henry stood with his trousers down around his knees, furiously humping the naked negro woman. Up above, the sound of a car turning startled Natalie. She was mortified at the notion that someone who wasn't in on the scene would see her in this compromising position. A half a minute later, headlights swept over her. The chauffer didn't miss a beat.
"Oh, she's gittin' nice an' juicy now!" exclaimed Henry. "You had any o' dis nigga, boss?"
"Yes, I have, Henry," Mister Gray said. "She knows how to work it."
"She do?" asked Henry. "Seems like I's doin' all da work here!"
"Do him right, nigger," ordered the white man. "The quicker he nuts, the quicker we're all back upstairs."
Natalie loathed the idea of intentionally giving the lecherous chauffer more pleasure than he could get by simply masturbating inside her pussy. Still, she had her orders and started clenching her vaginal muscles and squeezing on Henry's dick.
"Dat's better," sighed Henry. "Now her cooch 's almost as tight as a asshole."
"Go ahead and drill her ass if you want, boy," said Mister Gray offhandedly. "She's got to make it up to you and I want her to learn her lesson."
"Don't mind if I do, boss!" grinned Henry. "Hol' still, bitch! Henry's got somethin' fo' yo' ass!"
Henry slipped his cock out of Natalie's pussy and prodded it against her anus. She braced herself for the pain. He'd filled her vagina up good and she knew her asshole was going to stretch to accommodate his girth. He worked the tip in and the forcefully shoved his dick up the negro's ass.
"Ah!" cried Natalie.
"That's it, bitch," growled Henry. "You ain't gotta like it. You jus' gotta take it."
Danessa stood there, naked in the underground parking garage, watching the big black chauffer sodomize her mother. She found herself squeezing her thighs together, putting pressure on her clit, she was so excited by the scene. Looking around at the others, she could see she wasn't alone in her arousal. Rolonda was taking special delight in what was happening to Natalie. Mister Gray and Laura were watching intently. Even Jennifer seemed transfixed by the display.
"Here it comes," groaned Henry. "Git ready fo' ol' Henry!"
"Uh!" yelped Natalie.
Henry slammed his cock hard up Natalie's ass and ejaculated deep in her rectum. Involuntarily, the negro woman's muscles contracted and squeezed the intruder, giving him even greater pressure and pleasure.
"Oh, shit!" cried Henry. "Oh, yeah..."
Once he was thoroughly drained, Henry took his cock out of Natalie's asshole and pulled up his pants. Semen oozed from her anus and drooled down the crack of her ass and over her pussy.
"I fo'gives you, girl," he said, slapping her on the ass. "We cool now."
"Good!" exclaimed Laura. "I'm glad everything 's all right."
"What do you say, girl?" asked Mister Gray.
"Thank you, Henry," replied Natalie, still laying across the hood of the limo.
"Excellent," said Mister Gray. "Let's go upstairs now so I can have a better look at you all. Put the car away, Henry. We won't be going anywhere for a while."
"Yes, suh," said Henry, buckling his belt and putting his chauffer's hat back on.
Natalie slowly stood and gingerly walked over to where her daughter and Rolonda stood. They exchanged glances. Danessa was embarrassed knowing her mother probably had seen the lust in her eyes and knew that she'd gotten off on watching her ordeal. Rolonda just smiled.
"Ladies?" said Jennifer. "Mista Gray likes to see us go on ahead. Let's go now."
Of course he did, thought Danessa as they walked across the rough concrete floor. Mister Gray didn't miss a trick. He knew just how to extract maximum pleasure for himself from his charges. To her shame, she could feel the wetness between her legs with every step.
Danessa had figured they'd be headed home after this return trip. But, as they waited by the elevator, she began to realize that the evening was still young. The doors opened and up they went.
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