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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 newly arrived slaves had been prepared for sale and now were being taken to the pen where they'd be kept while being examined by potential buyers prior to being sold. The pen was a large fenced in area connected to a long low building with small windows. Opposite the building on the other side of the pen was a covered open air area with rows of chairs in it, all facing what appeared to be a small stage.
Tamika was led along in the line of naked black slaves. A steel collar around her neck and lengths of chain connected to the collars of the slave in front of her and the slave behind her in the line. They were accompanied by more senior slaves, bare breasted light skinned negro women wearing thin wrap around skirts, who led the newcomers along to where they'd be waiting for sale.
One of these senior slaves, with the number "420" marked over her left breast, opened the gate to the pen to let the line of chained women pass. Tamika looked around and saw that there were rows of wooden posts about ten feet apart, each with a large metal ring attached to them.
The overseer of the senior slaves, Althea, a fifty-ish negro woman with short wooly graying hair, collared, bare breasted, and wearing a wrap around skirt, gave directions to her assistants. Her low number, 22, was a sign of her high status among the other slaves.
"Get 'em all hooked up," Althea instructed them. "Make it quick 'cause folks is waitin'."
Janelle and another senior slave, Carla, unhooked each of the new slaves' chains from the collar of the slave in front of them. They led the first one up onto the first post and clipped her chain to the metal ring mounted on it. Each slave, in turn, was taken to a post to which the chain on her collar was tethered. There, they would be clearly visible and easy for potential buyers to examine, with the chain keeping them from wandering off.
Tamika felt even more exposed and vulnerable than she had up to this point when Janelle led her to the post and clipped the chain from her collar to the ring. From this vantage point she could see her fellow slaves, each on display, as well as the gathering crowd of white folks who were watching the proceedings.
Once the last slave had been secured to a post, potential buyers entered and began perusing the human merchandise. Tamika and the other negro women simply stood there, naked and exposed, while white folks leisurely strolled amongst them, stopping now and then for a closer look at a girl they might be interested in. It was almost like the way people wandered around a used car lot.
Tamika looked around at her nearest neighbors. 508, the fat black woman who'd been in the lower bunk on the boat was right next to her. Across from her was a slender light skinned woman whose hair had been shorn off. The number "501" was marked above her plump breast. Her nipples were dark and puffy.
Two white men and a woman stopped in front of 508. All appeared to be in their forties and were dressed a little better than the tee shirts and shorts worn by most of the guests. The taller of the two men looked at the big black woman with a critical eye.
Although Tamika couldn't make out what was being said, she could tell that the well dressed white folks were inspecting 508 as they had the fat colored woman displaying for them while they closely examined her naked body.
After a few minutes, the group walked over to where Tamika stood, tethered to a post.
"Five oh two's still pretty young," the taller white man was saying. "Tits are little saggy, but not bad."
Tamika's face burned with shame. The white lady with them took a step closer to her.
"Display, girl," she ordered her.
Stunned, Tamika stood motionless for a moment. The white lady sighed. The colored girl slowly raised her arms, putting her hands behind her bowed head.
"Head up, chest out," the white lady instructed.
Tamika could feel the heat in her face. Being directed this way was so objectifying and degrading. The shorter of the two men stepped forward and lifted one of the black woman's breasts as if gauging the weight.
"The tits are fine," said the shorter man. "I like 'em with a little sag and plenty of the guests do, too."
He moved his hand down and slid it between Tamika's legs. Instinctively, she closed her thighs.
"Open up," the shorter man said.
Tamika swallowed hard and parted her legs to allow the white man's hand access to her sex. She looked at the ground, humiliated, while he fondled her pussy.
"Needs more training," said the taller man. "This one might be better next time around."
"Could be," agreed the shorter one. "Nice cunt, though."
"Really?" replied the taller. "Present, nigger."
Once again, Tamika was stunned into inaction. Did this stranger expect her to expose the private parts of her anatomy to him on a single worded command followed by an derogatory racial epitaph? She started to look up at him if only to assert herself a little. Couldn't they be satisfied with her acceptance of being naked and displaying her body for them as she was already?
"You're right about the training," sighed the white lady. "This one has a ways to go..." Then, addressing Tamika, she said, "Present yourself like you were taught. Now."
Tamika fumed inside, but nevertheless lowered her arms and turned around. Bending over, she grabbed her ankles, assuming the demeaning position. She felt hands on her backside, spreading her ass cheeks.
"See?" said the shorter man. "Neatly tucked. Nice cunt. Asshole looks real tight, too. Bet she hasn't taken to many dicks up the ass."
"In her interview, she claimed not to have been taken anally," said the white woman. "Maybe it's true."
"Still, her attitude makes her borderline for the club," the taller man interjected. "Plus, if a guest buys her, it isn't like a couple weeks of use is gonna stretch the asshole out too much. It'll still be plenty tight and worth a premium at the club."
"Agreed," replied the lady.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," allowed the shorter man. "Let's take a look at five seventeen. She's only eighteen. Should be a big draw."
"Okay," said the tall one. "But, I doubt we'll be able to go high enough to get her."
"Get up, girl," said the white lady. "We're done."
Humiliated almost to tears, Tamika straightened back up. When she turned around she saw that the trio had moved on. She realized she had only considered what it would be like to be used sexually by strangers and hadn't given much thought to how degrading it would be to have them treat her like a thing and talk about her as if she weren't there.
A short time later three college aged white men approached Tamika. She caught a glimpse of them before casting her eyes at the ground. Trim and tanned, they all looked like rich boys whose daddies had given them anything they'd ever had.
"Hey, Trevor, were those guys from the club?" asked one of them, a boy with longish dirty blonde hair.
"Definitely," answered the one with short black hair. "They always scout out the new girls. They figure a price they'll go with each one. It kind of sets the minimum price on all of them. That way they all end up sold."
"I still can't get over how much you know about this place," said the third boy, one with brown hair and a narrow beard along his jaw line.
"Well, I have been coming down here for a few years, Rick," Trevor replied. "My dad's been bringing me since I was fifteen."
Tamika had only been half listening to the conversation going on in front of her, but her ears perked up at that. Was it possible that she'd be having to let some teenaged boy order her around and use her body? The thought had her stomach twisting.
"Fifteen!" exclaimed Rick. "Is that legal?"
"Dude, we're not in America," explained Trevor. "It's totally legal here. Of course, they're not gonna let kids run around here or anything, but they don't care about ages so long as they don't act up."
"So what about the girls?" asked the blonde. "Don't they have to be eighteen?"
"You mean the slaves, Corey?" Trevor responded. "That's different. This may not be America, but if they were trafficking in kids, they'd still be in a world of shit. They're not gonna take any girls that aren't eighteen unless they got their mom with 'em or something."
"Uh, wait a minute," said Rick. "Are you shittin' me? They got slave girls here with their moms?"
Tamika was shocked to hear this. She quickly tried to force the image of her own mother being naked and chained along side her from her mind. It wasn't something she wanted to think about. How could a mother do such a thing with her daughter?
"It doesn't happen too much, but it does sometimes," Trevor explained with an air of authority on the subject. "I've seen girls like sixteen or so a few times, but they have it set up so you gotta buy the mother if you buy the daughter so they stay together. Kind of like a set."
"That's kinda hot," allowed Corey. "I mean, seriously hot."
"Forget it, man," laughed Trevor. "There aren't any here this time and, besides, you couldn't afford it. They get a shit-load of money for a mother daughter pair, especially if the daughter is young. They usually get bought up by some pretty rich dudes."
"I thought your dad was rich!" said Rick.
"Yeah, he's rich, but he isn't gonna give me that much money to buy slaves," replied Trevor. "We get to come down here for free, but we gotta pay for the niggers we buy."
"I still don't get how you get this for free, man," said Rick.
"It's like I said," Trevor explained. "These girls mostly come here 'cause they need the money bad. They got debts an' maybe about to lose a house or something like that. My dad's bank buys up the debt to get 'em off the hook, so they get what they want out of the deal. At the same time, the bank writes the debt off so it isn't like they're out all the money. My dad gets to come here for free for doin' that. It all works out for everybody. See?"
"I guess," replied Rick. "Still seems kinda funny how it works."
"Don't worry about it," grinned Trevor. "Just enjoy it. Hey, let's check this one out."
Trevor and his friends turned their attention to Tamika. The colored girl blushed and hung her head in shame.
"Not bad, huh?" said Trevor. "Nice tits."
"Yeah," agreed Corey. "Nice an' big."
"You know you can touch her if you want," added Trevor. "An' she's gotta show off the goods, if you know what I mean. It's totally free."
Tamika felt like some kind of attraction at the carnival. It was as if her body was an exhibit and her humiliation some sideshow.
"Cool," said Corey.
"Watch," Trevor told his friends.
The white boy turned his attention to Tamika.
"Display," ordered Trevor.
Knowing that it would come to this, Tamika wasn't caught off guard like she'd been the first time. She moved her feet apart and put her hands behind her head for the three white boys and stood there naked with her eyes cast down.
"Wow," said Rick. "That's hot."
"Yeah," agreed Trevor. "You can tell any nigger here to display for you an' they gotta do it. It's pretty cool."
"Display?" asked Rick.
"Like this one's doing," said Trevor. "It's so you can check 'em out an' decide if you wanna buy 'em. They're supposed to open their mouths up so you can check in there, too."
Tamika blushed and opened her mouth. She didn't want this rich boys complaining and have even more attention brought upon her. Or worse.
"Yeah, like that," said Trevor, smiling.
"Cool," said Rick, his eyes roaming hungrily over the young colored woman's nude body. "But, man, should you usin' ... you know... the n word around 'em?"
"Once they come here, that's what they are," replied Trevor. "Whatever they were back in the world, they're niggers now. Slaves for the white man's pleasure. Pretty sweet if you ask me."
"Hell, yeah," agreed Corey. "Real sweet."
"You like that, huh?" asked Trevor. "Check this out."
Trevor stepped closer and, reaching out, grabbed hold of one of Tamika's bare breasts, squeezing it firmly. Rick and Corey watched slack jawed. The black haired boy grabbed her other tit with his free hand and squeezed it, too. Letting his hand drop down, he reached between her legs, groping her pussy. Despite her humiliation at being handled so rudely, the negro woman knew she had no choice but to part her legs further to give the white boy better access.
"Fuck!" exclaimed Corey. "She's actually spreadin' her legs for you!"
"She's gotta do it," grinned Trevor. "Whether she likes it or not."
"Damn," breathed Rick.
"Go ahead an' have a feel, man," offered Trevor. "That's part of the inspection."
Rick stepped up as Trevor moved aside. Tamika's face burned with shame as the brown haired boy's hands explored her naked body. He was gentle enough with her breasts, but when he got a hand between her legs, his excitement caused him to get a little rough with her pussy. She winced when he felt his finger probing her unlubricated vagina.
"Oops," said Rick. "Sorry."
"Got a little carried away?" laughed Trevor. "Don't worry about it. That's what they're for."
"I guess...," said Rick.
"Anyways, that's not all you can make 'em do," added Trevor. Then to Tamika, "Present your holes."
Tamika let her arms fall to her side and turned around. At least she wouldn't have to look at them while she was degrading herself even further, she thought. Bending over, the black woman grabbed her ankles, giving the three white boys a clear view of her anus and vagina.
"Holy fuckin' shit!" said Corey.
"Man, that's nasty," said Rick. "An' it's given me a serious hard on."
Feeling like a piece of living pornography, Tamika gamely remained in the demeaning position she was in. She was glad they couldn't see her face and know just how humiliated she was by this ordeal. Hearing them talk about her like she was a thing was incredibly degrading. To these rich white boys, it was as if she wasn't even there listening to it all.
"Let me get a feel," insisted Corey.
The dirty blonde haired boy reached straight between Tamika's spread legs, cupping her pussy before roughly rubbing on it. Then he traced his finger along her gash, over her asshole, and up her ass crack.
"Nice...," he murmured.
Bending down, Corey put his face next to Tamika's crotch and inhaled deeply.
"Smells pretty much like a white chick," he observed.
"What did you expect?" asked Rick.
Tamika blushed at the demeaning treatment.
"I'm tellin' you, this place rocks, dude," said Trevor. "Slaves gotta do like they're told. That's how it is here. Of course, if we bought her, we could do pretty much anything we wanted with her. I mean she's not some hooker you gotta negotiate with. She's just a nigger slave. We buy her an' we own her."
"How much?" asked Rick.
"Depends," answered Trevor. "There's gonna be an auction later this afternoon. All these slaves are for sale to the highest bidder. These ones aren't cheap, either. They're new so they've got a good while on their contracts before they can leave and they haven't been fucked all day and every day for a few months. I've seen 'em go for five or ten thousand. Even twenty."
Twenty thousand dollars? Tamika hadn't actually thought about how much she might be sold for. So, she thought, a slave could be had for the price of a lesser model new car. Of course, the resort people had given her far more than that in exchange for the use of her body for six months.
"Jesus," said Rick. "Do we even have that much?"
"Well, it's not like we wouldn't get some back when we sold her before we went home," explained Trevor. "Still, it's a shit-load of money. Smart thing to do is get 'em after they've been here a while. It's like a car. Let somebody else take the depreciation and you get one that's almost new for a lot less."
"So we go for a... well... a used one?" asked Rick. "I thought these were all like right off the boat."
"Oh, yeah, these ones all just got here," said Trevor. "You can tell by the numbers. Looks like new ones are in the low five hundreds now. They assign them numbers in order. When they reach nine hundred ninety nine, they start over again at one hundred. The double digits are for special niggers. It's kind of a status thing. Like that one we saw takin' charge of 'em. That one's twenty two. She's been here every time I've ever come down here. She's like some boss for 'em, but she's still a nigger slave an' has to keep her tits out like all the others."
Tamika remained in position, naked and bending over with her legs spread. All her most private parts were on display for the three white boys, but she was getting the feeling that they were more interested in their conversation than in the humbled black woman gamely degrading herself for them. If they were going to make her show the goods off like this, the least they could do was look at them. She was instantly surprised by how irritated she was getting at her nude body being ignored. Shouldn't she prefer not being the center of attention?
Meanwhile, the white boy's conversation continued.
"I saw one numbered three fifty six," said Corey. "That one's used?"
"Well, this batch all just got here this morning," Trevor told them. "So three fifty six has to be a returnee. Some of 'em come back a second time or even more times. I mean, they get a bunch of money for comin' here, an' once they've been once, they know what to expect an' they know they're not just getting ripped off. So, I guess they feel safer about doin' it. Plus, some of 'em like it."
"They like it?" Rick was incredulous. "You've gotta be shittin' me. You think this one here likes havin' to bend over and show her stuff off to a bunch of strangers?"
"This one?" responded Trevor, running his hand down the crack of Tamika's ass to her pussy. "No, she doesn't like it. Her cunt's totally dry. But, sometimes you'll find 'em totally fuckin' soaked from gettin' checked out an' touched by all these guys while they're naked. Like the double digit ones I was talkin' about. They like bein' niggers an' get off on it."
"If you can get one of them, you know, the ones that like this stuff, it's fuckin' fantastic," he continued. "They're all 'yes, sir, boss' an' 'thank you, boss'. They love gettin' white dick an', even better, they love gettin' told what to do an' gettin' made to do nasty shit. There's more of 'em here than you'd think, but they don't come cheap either."
Tamika thought back to 508 from the boat. Was it possible that that fat girl would fetch a better price that her? Again, the colored woman felt a flash of unreasonable jealousy. Why should she care about that? 508 had no shame and was far too eager to please. Of course white men would like that and pay more for it. Still, it pissed her off.
"The best thing to do is go 'round an' check out any of the ones you like the look of," Trevor was saying. "If their pussies are wet, that's a good sign. Of course, some guys prefer ones that don't like it at all, especially guys into rough stuff."
"You've thought about this a lot," Rick responded.
"Of course," said Trevor. "Like I said, my old man gets us in here for free, but we have to pay for everything else so we have to be smart about it."
"Let's check some other ones out," suggested Corey. "I mean, we can do this with as many of 'em as we want for free, right?"
"Exactly," Trevor replied. "Now you're gettin' it."
"How 'bout three fifty six?" offered Corey. "Maybe she'll be cheaper 'cause she isn't new but still be good 'cause she liked it enough to come back for more."
"Man, she's gotta be as old as your mom!" said Rick.
"So what?" replied Corey defensively. "Maybe I like older women."
"She isn't exactly the mammy type, but I know what you mean, man," said Trevor. "Hey, it can't hurt to check her out. Let's go."
Tamika heard footsteps in the dirt walking away from her and realized that the white boys were gone. Slowly, she straightened up and turned around. She could see them standing around another of her fellow slaves. They were like kids in a toy store. The thought shamed her because, in that analogy, she was nothing more than a plaything.
After the white boys were gone, a few more men came by to inspect Tamika. They seemed to be satisfied with putting her in the display position and groping her some before moving on. It left her feeling dirty.
A pair of white men approached 501, the large breasted light skinned negro across from Tamika. The hapless slave woman stood with her legs spread wide and her hands behind her head as the two men examined her. One of the men, a fat bearded man in his early thirties squeezed one of 501's plump breasts.
"Whoa!" he exclaimed. "Did you see that, man? I swear I jus' saw some milk squirt out."
"Yeah, I saw it," agreed his skinny companion. "Damn!"
Tamika could see from 501's expression that the poor woman was mortified by the discovery. The fat bearded man continued to squeeze on her breasts, sending short streams of milk squirting onto the ground.
"You're wastin' it, buddy," complained the skinny white man. "Lemme try it."
The fat man reluctantly stepped back and his friend grabbed 501's teat and squeezed it, directing the spurt of white liquid into his mouth. The unfortunate slave woman hung her head in shame as the white man tasted her milk.
"We gotta buy this one," said the fat man. "I wanna milk the bitch like a cow."
"Yeah," agreed the skinny one. "She ain't gonna be cheap."
Eventually the walked off leaving 501 standing there, beads of milk on her nipples and tears running down her cheeks. Tamika felt sorry for the woman, but she felt sorry for herself, too. All of them had been reduced to nothing but human livestock.
As morning turned into afternoon, others came by to examine Tamika as she stood naked and chained to the post. White men in groups or alone, couples, and even the occasional group of white women would put the young negress in the display position or have her bend over and present her most intimate parts for their perusal. However many times she had to take it, she never got used to the humiliation of having to submit to these degrading examinations or suffer feeling the hands of strangers all over her bare body.
The same happened to her fellow slaves, especially the unfortunate light skinned girl with plump breasts. Many of the white men who examined 501 delighted in getting her to squirt milk for them. Several expressed their determination to buy her.
Later, a middle aged white lady with brunette hair approached Tamika. Unlike the other women who'd stopped by to check her out, this one was alone. Her collar length hair was nicely styled and the tank top and shorts looked good on her slender body.
"Display for me, girl," directed the white lady.
As she had been for the past few hours, Tamika put her hands behind her head, moved her feet apart, and opened her mouth. The white lady looked intently at her face, traced a finger across her lips, and let her hand wander leisurely over the young negress's bare breasts. Without taking her eyes off of Tamika's, the brunette moved her hand further down over the colored woman's vulva and then between her legs. Her face hot with shame, the black slave girl parted her legs to give the lady full access to her sex.
"Do you like a woman's touch on you?" asked the lady.
"I... don't know what you mean," answered Tamika. "Um..., ma'am."
"You don't?" the white lady smiled, her green eyes sparkling. "Do you like women? Would you like to serve one? That's what I mean."
"I'd do it, ma'am," replied Tamika. "I don't have any choice."
"I see," said the lady, withdrawing her hand. "A pity. You're very pretty."
The brunette turned and continued walking. Tamika wondered what was up with her. It's not like it mattered whether she wanted to serve a white lady or not since she'd have to do it either way.
A few more people came by to examine Tamika until the harsh clang of metal on metal got everyone's attention.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats," a loud male voice rang out over the crowd. "The auction will be taking place in ten minutes."
With those words, Tamika's stomach tightened yet again. These inspections had been bad enough, she thought. Now she'd be put up on the block in front of this crowd. The thought of all those eyes on her naked body had her anxiety level up to the point of panic. It was beyond humiliating.
Even worse, she understood, was the fact that someone in that crowd of strangers would be buying her. Tamika would become the property of some white man who would have to right to use her however he pleased. The inspections seemed mild in comparison.
Next: Chapter 9 - Tamika's Auction
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