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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
Standing in the group of freshly shaved and scrubbed slaves, Tamika looked around her. The scene was surreal. She was a part of a group of a couple of dozen black women ranging in age from their late teens to past fifty years old. Dark, light, tall, short, fat, skinny, and everything in between. All were naked and many had hair that was nothing more than short stubble on their heads.
A short distance away, tables and chair were set up with at least fifty people seated in them watching the degradation of the newly arrived negro slaves. The audience was mainly white men with a smaller number of white women. All were dressed casually as expected of tourists on vacation.
In front of the group of black slave women was a cart attached to a harnessed negro slave girl, who stood silently, a ball gag bit stuffed in her mouth. Seated in the cart was Caitlin, a young white lady who was in charge of proceedings. Attending her were four light skinned negro slaves, a middle aged woman named Althea with the number "22" over her left breast, and her three assistants. All wore light brown collar collars decorated with chromed studs. They were bare breasted and dressed in thin wrap around skirts.
Caitlin held out her hand and Althea quickly stepped over to help her up out of her seat in the cart. Tamika was struck by the contrast between the crowd of naked negro women and the white lady, her blonde hair in a pony tail and dressed in a white blouse, tan slacks, and knee high black leather boots as she stood to face them. Both the slaves and the onlookers gave her their attention.
"Now that you've been made to be presentable, you'll be sold," announced Caitlin, addressing the slaves. "As a service to your new owner, whoever they may be, I'm going to teach you the rules here at Puerto Esclava. They're quite simple and we expect them to be followed. You will be punished if you fail to comply with them. Presently, you are all owned by this company so you will obey the orders of its representatives. After the auction, you will be owned by whoever bids the highest price for you."
"First, you will obey any and all commands given to you by your owner. You will carry them out instantly, completely, and to the best of your ability.
"Second, you will submit to the will of your owner. You will not resist or interfere in any way with your owner's actions. You are property to be used as your owner sees fit.
"Third, you will show the proper respect to your superiors. Your owner as well as the guests and staff here are your superiors. Any one who is not a slave is your superior. You will not make eye contact unless instructed to do so. You will not speak to your superiors without permission or in response to a question. You will address your superiors as "sir" or "ma'am" as appropriate. Failure to show the proper respect will result in correction and punishment.
"Are there any questions regarding the rules?" asked Caitlin.
No one spoke. Tamika found it irritating to be lectured to by this condescending woman with an exaggerated sense of self-importance. At the same time, she knew she had no alternative but to take it. It was as humiliating to have to listen to this as it was to stand naked in front of her. The black woman was certain she wasn't the only one who felt this mix of anger, frustration, and shame.
"Good," smiled Caitlin. "I'm pleased you all understand the rules. Now, I'm going to have twenty two teach you what you'll need to know to present yourselves appropriately to potential buyers before the auction. You will cooperate with her and her assistants or be punished."
Althea stepped forward and faced the assembled slaves.
"Get 'em lined up," Althea said to her assistants.
Janelle and Carla, the two black women who had handled the shaving and washing, along with Lucille, the rather muscular black woman who had pulled the cart filled with heavy chains and collars, proceeded to get the new slaves lined up in several rows in an almost military formation.
"Folks is gonna wanna see what they's buyin' an' y'all is gonna show it to 'em," Althea started. "When somebody tells y'all to display, you gonna move yo' legs apart as far as you can wit'out fallin' over. You gonna put yo' hands behind yo' head an' keep yo' elbows back. Push yo' chest out an' keep yo' head up straight. Open yo' mouf up an' keep yo' eyes down. You gonna stay like that 'til you get tol' to stop. If dey put dey hands 'tween yo' legs to check out the goods, squat down so's dey can get a good feel an' stay that way 'til dey done."
"Now, do like I jus' tol' you," directed Althea. "My girls is gonna come 'round an' make sho' y'all's doin' it right."
Tamika looked around and saw that some of her fellow slaves were moving around, getting into the position that Althea had just described. Janelle and Carla were walking up and down the rows, checking each slave's positioning. Lucille remained back, keeping an eye on the whole group.
The colored girl figured there was little to be gained by refusing. Moving her feet apart, Tamika brought her hands up behind her head, her elbows back. She could see the white folks looking on and felt a wave of shame wash over her. Displaying her body this way was incredibly humiliating.
"Open dat mouf up, girl," Janelle said, standing beside her. "You best do like you tol'."
Her face burning, Tamika opened her mouth. To her side she could hear some grumbling.
"I ain't doin' this shit," said a voice.
Tamika took a quick glance and saw a slave marked "504" standing with her hands on her hips and a defiant look on her face.
"I'm ready to lay back an' let some white man do what he wants wit' me," said 504. "I said I would when I signed that piece o' paper. But, I'll be damned if I'm gonna jus' shame myself for anybody who wants to see me do it."
Janelle looked over at 504 just as Lucille quickly strode in that direction. Tamika watched her pass by her to go stand next the slave who'd spoken up. For a moment she was concerned that the burly negro woman was going to punch the protester.
"Dat's fine, bitch," said Lucille, grinning menacingly at 504. "If you ain't wanna display fo' dem yo' se'f, we can do it fo' you. Course, you be hangin' by yo' feet so dey can get a good look at what dey buyin'. Dat what you want?"
"You'd do that to me?" asked 504.
"Ain't no problem," replied Lucille. "'Sides, some o' dem white folks like it dat way, too. What's it gonna be?"
Lucille remained in the woman's face for a long few moments. 504's shoulders slumped.
504 brought her hands up and put them behind her bowed head.
"Legs apart," barked Lucille. "Elbows back."
Tamika could see the tears rolling down 504's cheeks as she moved her feet apart and her elbows back.
"Dat's mo' like it," said Lucille, satisfied. "You best learn yo' place an' do like you tol'. Now, open dat mouf up good."
504 opened her mouth and stood there, naked and shamed. Tamika glanced around and saw that all of her fellow slaves were now in the display position.
"All right," Althea called out. "Now y'all knows what to do when y'all gets tol' to display yo'se'f. Course, to a white man, the mos' important parts of o' nigga is the parts he's gonna stick his dick in so he's gonna wanna see what he's gettin' 'fore he buys it. When y'all gets tol' to present yo'se'f, dey mean fo' you to present yo' holes fo' inspection. So, turn 'round so's yo' ass is facin' 'em an' stand wit' yo' legs apart. Bend over an' grab yo' legs as far down as you can. Squat down so dey get a good look at what y'all got fo' 'em. Stay dat way 'til dey say to stand up. When dey do, get back in the display position like I done just learned y'all."
"Now do it," directed Althea. "Present dem holes like a white man was there checkin' 'em out."
As Tamika started bending over, she could see some of the others had gone so far as to turn around. Glancing up, she could see that not far away, every one of the white folks sitting around their tables watching, had their attention fixed on the negro women presenting the most intimate parts of their anatomy for their viewing pleasure.
"Turn 'round first," Janelle told her.
Tamika hadn't seen Janelle approach and was startled by her voice.
"I's talkin' to you, five oh two," Janelle said. "Turn 'round 'fore you present like she was sayin'. Them white folks over there ain't gonna be able to see yo' stuff wit' you facin' 'em. Now do like I's tellin' you."
Standing up, Tamika turned around as she'd been instructed. Her face burning with shame, she moved her legs apart and bent over, grabbing her ankles.
"Squat on down, girl," instructed Janelle. "Show 'em what you got fo' 'em."
Her ass cheeks parted and Tamika could feel the gentle tropical breeze on her exposed crotch. Her only consolation was that the other slave women were in the same degrading position, so at least, she wasn't the only one.
"Dat's the way," said Althea. "Now, even though dey ain't s'posed to, sometimes the folks runnin' the inspection 'fore the auction let buyers try out the merchandise. So, if you feel some man's dick pokin' at yo' hole, jus' stay like you is an' take it. Be glad you got some interest in yo' black ass. Y'all's gonna get fucked one way or the other anyhow."
Tamika remained in position, bent over with her ass up and her legs spread, giving the white folks at their tables a clear view of her pussy and asshole. It was the most degrading thing she'd even been subjected to and she could feel the heat of the shame through her whole body.
"Excellent!" exclaimed Caitlin's voice. "I'm pleased to see such cooperation. You've done a fine job, girl."
"Thank you, Miz Caitlin, ma'am," replied twenty two. "You is too kind to dis ol' nigga."
"It's only the truth," said Caitlin. "Now, stand them up and call... um... five hundred... up for the demonstration."
"Yes, ma'am," said twenty two.
Demonstration? Tamika wondered what further humiliations awaited her and the others. A murmur went through the audience, seated at the patio tables.
"Stand up an' face front," directed Althea. "Five hundred, get on up here."
Standing up and turning around, Tamika saw a middle aged black woman with stylishly short processed hair make her way to the front. Based upon the streaks of gray in her hair and the saggy softness of her body, she must have been at least fifty years old. The number "500" was stamped over her left breast. The colored girl wondered how a black lady like that ended up in this position.
"You're certainly a fine looking nigger," smiled Caitlin as she looked 500 over.
500 stood naked with her head bowed. Tamika thought she saw the older woman glaring at the ground, trying to hold her anger in check.
"The nice white lady gave you a compliment, nigga," Althea pointed out. "Show some respect."
"Thanks," said 500 softly.
"Say what?" Althea exclaimed. "That ain't how a nigga talks to a lady. Now, thank her proper like."
"Thank you, ma'am," replied 500, her voice edgy.
"We'll work on that," said Caitlin. "After all, you're old enough to be my mother. It must be difficult to find yourself in the position where a younger woman is your superior."
500 said nothing. Tamika was sure the older woman was struggling to bite her tongue.
"Anyways, I chose you as an example for the others," Caitlin explained. "I want them to see that despite the fact that you're my elder, I'm your superior and you will show me the obedience and respect that goes along with that. Now, get on your knees, nigger."
Tamika couldn't believe how hard this young white woman was pushing. She wasn't sure she'd be able to take it without saying something, so she knew it must be even more difficult for this older black lady. Caitlin waited while 500 stood motionless.
"The lady gave you a order, bitch," said Althea. "Don't be actin' all uppity o' you gonna regret it. Do like you tol'."
Slowly, 500 got down on the ground on her knees.
"That's better," smiled Caitlin. "Good girl. Now display for me from your knees."
500 raised her arms and put her hands behind her head.
"Turn around and face the others," Caitlin directed. "I want them to see what a good nigger you are. Don't forget to open your mouth."
Tamika felt the shame of the older woman as she clumsily moved on her knees to turn around with her hands still behind her head and her mouth open. 500's saggy breasts jiggled with each movement. The expression of humiliation on her face was obvious to all. The sounds of people talking came from the onlookers along with an occasional laugh.
"Good girl," Caitlin praised her as if she were a dog who'd just performed a trick. "Now, turn to the side."
500 again started moving on her knees, her breasts swaying. Tamika and the others now saw her in profile. Caitlin stepped in front of her.
"Excellent," said Caitlin. "You may put your arms down now."
Dropping her arms to her sides, 500 remained on her knees with her head bowed, utterly shamed.
"I want you to bow down and put your head on the ground," Caitlin instructed her.
"Wha...?" 500 spoke, looking up at the white woman.
Caitlin raised her hand and slapped 500 across the face.
Whap!
Tamika heard a few gasps of surprise from the naked slaves standing around her. The onlookers were immediately silent as if anticipating something happening.
"Keep your eyes down, nigger," she scolded with a flash of anger in her voice. "Don't look at me as if you're my equal. You're not. Now bow down and put your head at my feet."
"Sorry..., ma'am," mumbled 500, chastened.
500 bent down, resting her head on the dirt, facing the other slaves.
"It's okay," said Caitlin warmly. "I understand that you're still learning your place. That's the point of this demonstration; to help you learn your place."
Caitlin lifted her leg and put her boot down on 500's cheek. She rocked her foot back and forth on the hapless negress's face. Tamika could hear the voices of the white folks sitting nearby, but wasn't able to make anything out. Naturally, she assumed that the humiliation of the unfortunate black lady was the subject of their comments.
"Are you starting to understand?" asked Caitlin brightly. "I am your better and you're just a nigger. Your place is on your knees at my feet. Isn't that right, girl?"
The white woman continued to press her boot down on 500's face.
"Yes, ma'am," answered 500.
"Tell them what you are," ordered Caitlin.
"A... slave," said 500.
"What kind of slave?" prompted Caitlin.
"A... nigger slave, ma'am," 500 replied.
"And what am I to you, nigger?" asked Caitlin.
"You're my better," 500 answered.
"Excuse me?" Caitlin responded in mock disappointment.
"Ma'am," spoke 500. "You're my better, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am."
Caitlin removed her foot from the side of 500's face and stood over the bowed negress.
"Much better," smiled Caitlin happily. "I think you're starting to get it. Now put your face on the ground like a good nigger. Show me that you know your place."
500 turned her head until her nose was in the dirt. Caitlin stepped on the back of her head, rocking it back and forth with her boot, rolling the older black woman's face in the dirt.. After a long several seconds, she removed it.
"Lick my boot off," ordered Caitlin. "Make it nice and clean."
Lifting her face out of the dirt, 500 moved forward towards Caitlin's feet. Mesmerized by the sight of the older woman's complete submission, Tamika watched as she started licking the young white woman's boot starting with the toe. After about a minute of that, the blonde stopped her.
"Do the other one," Caitlin commanded.
Caitlin took a couple steps backwards, forcing 500 to crawl to her in order to carry out her instructions. The older colored woman complied, and with her breasts swaying, crawled to the young blonde's feet and started licking the other boot. This time, the white woman let the negress's degradation go on for a couple of minutes before stopping her. Tamika was certain she heard laughter mixed with the talking in the crowd of onlookers.
"Good job," Caitlin praised her. "You lick boot well."
"Thank you, ma'am," replied 500, still on her knees, her head still inches away from Caitlin's boot.
"Do you understand your place now, girl?" asked the white woman sweetly.
"Yes, ma'am," said the older negress. "I know my place now, ma'am."
"Excellent!" exclaimed Caitlin brightly. "I'm delighted! Get up and go with four twenty to get cleaned up. Your face has dirt all over it."
Janelle stepped forward and helped 500 to her feet. She led the humbled negro back to the washing station. Carla followed. Tamika and the others watched as she was washed and hosed off and finally brought back to join them.
"Take them to the pen, girl," Caitlin told Althea. "I think they're as ready as they'll get."
"Yes, ma'am, Miz Caitlin," said Althea.
Caitlin climbed back into her seat and snapped the reigns on the slave harnessed to the cart. 479 started walking forward, pulling her mistress along after her.
"Hook 'em back up," Althea ordered her assistants.
Their training complete, Janelle and Carla busied themselves reconnecting chains to collars until the negro women were once again tethered together. Althea picked up the chain of 356, the first new slave in line, and led them down the path past the washing station.
Tamika shuddered as she tried to imagine "the pen". It sounded ominous to her. The "training" they'd just received was all about how to present themselves properly as merchandise for sale and not make a fuss about it. The pen would have to be the place where their training would be put into action. She was not looking forward to it.
Next: Chapter 8 - Tamika's Inspection
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