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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
Laying in her bunk, Tamika reflected on the day so far. She'd gotten up that morning at her mother's house, a free woman. She'd made her way to the airport and taken a flight for an unknown destination. She'd arrived on a tropical island only to be taken to non-descript warehouse where she'd signed her freedom away in exchange for relief from her and her mother's debts. Now, she was naked and numbered, bound for another unknown island where she'd be used as a slave along with the other two dozen black women on board this boat.
The sound of the engine could be heard and Tamika was certain they were underway. Looking around the room, she saw that everyone else had pretty much done the same thing as she did; lay down on their bunk and wait. No one spoke.
Attempts to sleep were futile for the colored woman, though after what seemed like a few hours into the trip she did hear the sounds of snoring coming from the bunk below. Apparently 508, the fat black woman she'd been behind in line, was relaxed enough to sleep. However, Tamika was far too anxious for that.
Hearing the door at the top of the stairs open got Tamika's attention. She could see the stairs from her bunk and she watched as two crew members came down them and into the room. Both were skinny looking white men in their twenties. One had short black hair and a close cropped beard while the other had brown hair tied into a pony tail. The room was dimly lit, so it was difficult for her to make out their faces.
"Steve, don't forget I'm goin' first," the long haired man was saying. "I got my eye on that young one... five seventeen."
"I'm supposed to be on watch, Dave," said the bearded man. "Charlie's gonna be pissed if he finds me down here."
"Fuck him," replied Dave. "You want some pussy don't you? You wanna wait 'til we get to P. E.?"
"Yeah, I want it now," allowed Steve.
"Well, then...," Dave said.
The two white men slowly made their way down the row of bunk beds, stopping to check out the occupants.
"Here she is..., five seventeen," grinned Dave.
"Wha... what do you want?" said a nervous sounding voice.
"Jus' a little nigger pussy, that's all," said Dave, unzipping his pants. "Spread them legs so I can get me some."
"We ain't to that island yet...," protested 517.
"That don't matter," countered Dave. "You're already bought an' paid for. You're company property now, an' I'm part of the company."
Tamika could see Dave climb up in the bed, his pants around his knees. He got between 517's legs, forcing them open.
"Grab her leg, man," said Dave. "She ain't bein' too cooperative."
Steve took hold of 517's leg and pulled it. Dave settled in between the unfortunate negro girl's legs.
"Stop it!" exclaimed 517. "Please don't rape me!"
"Rape you?" replied Dave. "It ain't rape if it's consensual, bitch. An' when you took whatever the fuck they gave you, you lost the right to say no. So, shut up an' take it."
"Ow!" cried 517.
"Damn, she's dry as a fuckin' nun on Sunday," said Dave. "But, that's okay... Feels good..."
Dave grunted from the exertion and 517 cried out again. None of the other women made a move or even a sound. If they were awake, they just lay in their bunks listened as the young negro slave was violated. Tamika could see the white man humping away.
"Owww...," 517 moaned.
"Fuck man...," gasped Dave. "She's all cryin' an' shit... I'm gonna fuckin' lose it..."
Dave stopped humping and stiffened between 517's legs.
"Fuck!" he groaned. "Take it, bitch... Oh, fuck!"
Tamika watched as Dave remained in position over 517's helpless body for a few moments before getting up.
"Shit, I can't hold back when they cry, man," said Dave. "I see those tears an' my dick just explodes. Damn!"
"Jesus, Dave," said Steve. "You're a mean fuck."
"Yeah, maybe so," laughed Dave. "So, which one do you want?"
"There was this one with huge fuckin' jugs," Steve told him. "I wanna fuck her hard an' watch those fun bags bounce."
"Just one?" Dave asked jokingly. "Most o' these niggers got big racks. It's how they are, man."
"Yeah, but this one's got a humongous set," replied Steve. "Big jiggly ones."
Steve and Dave started walking back towards Tamika's bunk and stood next to it. The colored girl's level of anxiety increased ten-fold. Was she next?
"This one," said Steve. "Look at 'em... They're fuckin' huge."
"Man, that cow's the one the captain wants," said Dave.
"Huh?" Steve responded.
"Yeah, five oh eight," Dave continued. "He was goin' on about what a big ass she got an' how he was gonna tap it soon as Charlie took over for him on the bridge."
"Damn," said Steve. "Wait a minute... If he's gonna ass fuck her, he ain't gonna notice I did her cunt."
"He'll notice, man," Dave replied. "An' when he does, he's gonna be pissed. If you like this gig, you'll pick another bitch to fuck. Plenty of 'em got big tits."
"Shit," said Steve. "Figures I'd pick the captain's bitch. I been lookin' forward to fuckin' that nigger since I first seen her. I could almost see those big boobs bouncin'..."
Dave looked right at Tamika in the top bunk. She quickly turned her head away, but not before she saw his eyes roaming over her naked body.
"This one's got pretty big tits, Steve," Dave pointed out. "They're even kinda saggy. Bet they'd bounce good while you're drillin' her."
"Okay," said Steve. "I ain't got time to check 'em all out, so this one 'll do. I ain't climbin' into the top bunk, so I'll have to do her on the floor."
"She ain't gonna mind," grinned Dave.
"Get on down," Steve said, grabbing Tamika's arm.
Tamika's stomach knotted up with the realization that these two white men were going to have their way with her no matter what. Steve tugged on her arm, pulling her to the side of the bunk. She sat up and got down.
"See, her boobs got some jiggle to 'em," said Dave. "She'll be fine."
"Get down on the floor," ordered Steve, taking his pants down. "Don't give me no trouble."
Resigned to her fate, Tamika lay down on the floor next to the bunk bed. Steve knelt between her legs, his erection bouncing with every move he made. He leaned forward, his face right in front of hers, and started jabbing her crotch with his hard dick. After a few tries, he poked the tip into her vagina.
"Damn, she's dry, too," Steve complained.
"Just jam it on in," advised Dave. "It's jus' a nigger. You ain't gotta be all sweet an' gentle with her. Besides, she'll lube up on her own. They all do eventually."
"Ow!" yelped Tamika. "That hurts..."
"Shut up an' take it, bitch," growled Steve as he forced his cock up Tamika's dry pussy.
Steve only managed two or three more thrusts before they heard the sound of foot steps coming down the stairs.
"Shit, man, it's Charlie," said Dave.
"Steve?" called Charlie. "Are you down here?"
"Yeah," Steve called back, his cock buried in Tamika's cunt. "What? I'm kinda busy."
"You're supposed to be on watch on deck, you fuck," said Charlie.
Tamika turned her head to see a third white man, older than the other two, with curly graying brown hair and a close cropped gray beard.
"C'mon, Charlie," said Steve. "I jus' got started."
"An' now you're just finished," said Charlie. "You'll get all the pussy you can fuck on P. E. For now, get back on watch. It's night out there an' it's your job to make sure we ain't gonna hit nothing. It's no joke. Now get to it."
"All right, all right," said Steve.
Steve pulled his dick out of Tamika's pussy and stood up. He pulled up his pants and headed for the stairs with Dave right behind him. Charlie remained standing over the defiled colored woman.
"Thank you...," said Tamika in a small voice. "Thank you for stoppin' him."
"Don't thank me," said Charlie. "I didn't do nothin' for you. I woulda done the same thing if I'd found him sleepin'."
Tamika started to get up.
"Not so fast," Charlie stopped her, a smile creeping over his face. "Seein' all this naked female flesh has me a little worked up. If you're so grateful, I'm sure you ain't gonna mind givin' me some relief, right?"
"Huh?" said Tamika, sitting up on the floor.
"Well, seein' as how you got such nice thick nigger lips, I was thinkin' you'd suck my dick," grinned Charlie. "Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Not really," Tamika replied.
"Then maybe you'd rather take it up the ass," said Charlie gruffly. "'cause I'm gonna bust a nut in you, bitch, an' you only got two holes left I wanna stick my dick in. So, which is it gonna be?"
Tamika realized she should have answered differently. She was no longer in a position to say "no" to anyone and wouldn't be for the next six months. She found sucking a man's cock to be very degrading, but the idea of being taken anally was even worse.
"Okay...," said Tamika with resignation. "I don't want it... from behind."
"So, you wanna suck it then?" asked Charlie.
"Yeah," answered Tamika.
"Then say it," ordered Charlie. "Tell me you wanna suck it."
Damn, thought Tamika. If only she'd just answered "yes" in the first place. Now this white man seemed determined to humiliate her in addition to defiling her.
"I... wanna... suck it," said Tamika.
"Get on your knees," demanded Charlie.
Tamika got up on her knees and looked up at Charlie. A tear rolled down her cheek. She was utterly defeated. He grinned down at her and unzipped his pants. His dick was hard; not too long, but thick. It smelled of stale sweat.
"Tell me again," he commanded.
"I wanna suck it," she repeated, tears starting to flow.
"Wanna suck what, bitch?" asked Charlie.
"I wanna suck your cock," answered Tamika.
"Go ahead an' get to work on it then," said Charlie.
Reaching out, Tamika wrapped her hand around Charlie's cock. She leaned forward and took the tip into her mouth and started sucking on it. At the same time, she began stroking it with her hand in the hopes of getting him off quickly. It was embarrasing to be in this degrading position and humiliating knowing that the other women could see her shame from their bunks. All she could do now was get it over with.
"Tastes good, don't it?" asked Charlie, grinning down at her.
Tamika looked up at him to see if he seriously expected her to answer.
"Just nod your head like a dumb nigger," he instructed her.
Her face burning with a mix of shame and anger, Tamika nodded her head, keeping Charlie's dick in her mouth.
"You love suckin' dick, don't you, bitch?" he asked.
Again, Tamika nodded while continuing to suck the white man's cock.
"It's what you were made to do," said Charlie.
Suddenly, she felt him grab her by the hair and shove his dick further into her mouth. Tamika choked and sputtered as Charlie started fucking her face. Valiantly, she kept sucking and stroking in an effort to finish it.
"That's it, bitch...," rasped Charlie. "Suck that dick like a good little nigger."
Shocked by the forcefulness of the white man's actions, embarrassed by the wet slurping sounds she was making as she sucked his cock, and humiliated by her own powerlessness, Tamika surrendered herself to the task of getting him off. She reached up and gently caressed his balls even as he brutality used her mouth. She felt them twitch right before he ejaculated down her throat.
"Yeah," groaned Charlie. "Take it, bitch... Swallow it all. That's the way..."
Tamika gagged down the white man's seed as best she could. It was a struggle not to choke on it. Blast after blast of warm thick liquid was deposited in her mouth, ultimately ending up in her belly. After an endless half a minute, it was over. Charlie stepped back from her and zipped up his pants. Without a word, he turned and headed up the stairs. When she heard the door close, the black woman climbed back up into the top bunk, the taste of his dick heavy in her mouth.
It was at least an hour later when Tamika heard the door at the top of the stairs open again. At first she was concerned that Charlie had come back for more, but the figure that descended the stairs wasn't dressed in denim the way he and the other crew members had been. Instead, this man wore a short sleeved khaki shirt with khaki slacks. She recognized him as the man who had closely eyed every woman as they'd come on board. She realized that he must be the captain of the boat.
The captain walked over to Tamika's bunk, but his attention was directed to the lower one where 508 now lay snoring.
"Wake up," he said.
"Huh?" said 508 drowsily. "Wha...?"
"Get up," commanded the captain.
The bunk bed creaked as 508 sat up. Tamika could see that the captain's eyes were focused on the big black woman. He stepped back.
"Stand," he ordered.
508 rose to her feet. Tamika pretended to be asleep, but kept watching what was going on. The captain reached out and ran his hands over the big black woman's saggy breasts. She just stood there without complaint, passively allowing him to do as he pleased.
"Nice tits," he said.
"Thank you, sir," she replied, almost bashfully.
Tamika was surprised that this woman was cooperating with her own degradation so easily. The captain put his hands under 508's massive mammaries and hefted them. He smiled with his eyes riveted to big negro woman's thick black nipples.
"Yeah...," he murmured, almost to himself, "real nice."
"Thanks," she said in a soft voice.
"Turn around an' bend over, girl," the captain directed her. "Let's see that big fat black ass."
508 turned around and bent over, resting her hands on the bottom bunk. Tamika thought she heard the big negress giggle softly, but was certain she'd been imaging it. How could any self respecting woman giggle like a school girl in response to such degradation?
"Magnificent," breathed the captain, putting both hands on 508's ass.
"Thank you, sir," replied 508.
The captain's hand went down 508's ass to her thigh and then between her legs. She gasped and then moaned softly. Could she be enjoying this? Tamika couldn't believe it. The unmistakable sound of a zipper being unzipped could be heard followed by the jangle of a belt buckle.
"Get your legs further apart," directed the captain.
The bunk creaked as 508 repositioned herself, making her sex available to him. She gasped again as the captain entered her and started bucking his hips. Sloppy wet noises were audible as he pumped in and out of her. Before long, Tamika heard the sound of flesh slapping flesh as the white man increased the tempo and force of his thrusts.
"Ohhh...," moaned 508. "Ohhh..."
"You like it?" he asked, his voice gravelly. "You like gettin' fucked, nigger?"
"Yes, sir...," she whimpered in response. "I'm gonna... ohhh... I'm gonna cum..."
The captain starting slamming into 508's pussy so hard that whole bunk was shaking with each thrust.
"Ah!" 508 cried out. "Ah! Ah! Ah!!"
"Yeah...," grunted the captain as he shot his load into 508's cunt. "Oh, yeah..."
When the captain finally stepped back, his dick slipped out of 508's pussy with a wet pop. The big negress was still breathing heavily, bent over on the bed with her fat black ass in the air.
"Do... you... uh... want me to clean you off?" she asked. "Uh..., sir?"
"Yeah, sure," he agreed.
Tamika was shocked as 508 stood up, turned back around, and sank to her knees before the captain. She slurped his flaccid dick into her mouth and sucked on it for a few seconds before finishing up by licking it off and finally licking his balls. Had she no shame?
"You're all right, girl," said the captain, pulling his slacks up and zipping the zipper. "I'm gonna go for you again when we get to P. E."
"Thank you, sir," smiled 508. "I'm glad you liked me."
"You're gonna do good there," he told her. "I'll tell you somethin', a positive attitude goes a long way on the island. Good girls like you have a way easier time of it, especially when they got your attributes. Some guy with a hard on for big girls 'll buy you an' maybe you end up suckin' an' fuckin' a couple times a day. The rest of the time, you're jus' kickin' back showin' your stuff off. Not too bad, eh?"
"No, sir," she replied. "It don't sound bad at all."
"Well," he said, turning towards the stairs, "I'll see you later. Count on it."
"Yes, sir," said 508. "Bye."
The captain climbed the stairs. After she heard the door close after him, 508 climbed back into her bed. Tamika couldn't believe the whole exchange and couldn't remain silent.
"Hey," whispered Tamika. "Weren't you layin' it on pretty thick there?"
"What do you mean?" asked 508.
"You know, all that "yes, sir", "thank you, sir" stuff," answered Tamika. "I get fakin' the orgasm to get him to nut quick, but lickin' his nasty dick off afterwards... I mean, why do it?"
"I was jus' bein' polite," said 508. "An' I didn't fake nothin'."
"You mean you liked havin' that bastard's dick in you?" asked Tamika.
"So what if I did?" answered 508. "What's wrong with that?"
"Don't you get it?!" exclaimed Tamika in a loud whisper. "He was jus' usin' you, not makin' love to you or anythin' like that"
"You're jus' jealous 'cause he picked me an' not you," said 508.
"Jealous?" replied Tamika incredulously. "I didn't want him inside me. Besides, I already got picked by the last guy an' that was disgusting."
"That guy wanted me, too," 508 pointed out. "But, his friend tol' him the captain already had dibs on me so he had to settle for you. I heard the whole thing."
Tamika was surprised to realize that she had been a little irritated that she'd been Dave's second choice even though she hardly wanted to be the object of his attention. She was instantly ashamed of herself for feeling even a hint of jealousy at not being the top pick for degradation by those perverts. How could her bunkmate actually take pride in it?
"I don't believe it," said Tamika. "You sound like you'd be doin' all this for nothin'."
"I ain't doin' it for nothin'," said 508. "I got student loans they took care of for me so I can go back go school. But, jus' 'cause I'm gettin' somethin' for it don't mean I gotta hate it. You heard the captain, didn't you? He said it'd be easier on me bein' good. Don't you want it easier?"
"Well, yeah, of course," replied Tamika.
"It sounds like I'm doin' it right, then," concluded 508. "Bein' good makes it easier. Likin' it instead of hatin' it makes it easier. I can't believe you don't get it."
Tamika didn't know how to reply to her. 508's logic made sense in a twisted way. Maybe she would be better off liking being used this way. But, she couldn't. It was just too degrading. She could only take so much humiliation and it was obvious she'd be taking plenty.
She started to say something back to the big black woman to try and point out to her why it was impossible for Tamika to be good and like it. However, she heard the sounds of contented snoring coming up from the bunk below and knew her words would be wasted. Perhaps they'd have been wasted even if 508 had been awake.
Unlike her bunkmate, Tamika couldn't sleep at all. She was certain that most of the others were like her, laying in their beds awake, anxious about what was to come when they reached Puerto Esclava in a few hours. But, there was nothing to do except wait and see what happened next.
Next: Chapter 6 - Tamika's Arrival
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