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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 naked in the slave pen, the steel collar around her neck chained to a post, Tamika watched the seats fill for the upcoming auction. It was the auction at which she, along with a couple dozen other black women, would be sold to the highest bidder.
Yesterday morning Tamika had woken up in her own bed in her mother's house. She'd spent the day traveling from her home city to a non-descript building on the shore of a far off tropical tourist destination. After signing away her freedom for the next six months in exchange for having all of her and her mother's debts settled, the twenty five year old negress was stripped naked and put on a boat destined for Puerto Esclava, a secretive vacation resort on an unknown Caribbean island where rich white people lived out the fantasy of owning black slaves.
Tamika had been washed and shaved as well as been given rudimentary training on how to present her naked body for the inspection of potential buyers. She'd also been given a lesson by example that she had no choice to do anything but submit to the will of her superiors.
Now it was time for her to be sold to some stranger who would wield absolute power over her. A master, or perhaps a mistress, who would use her as they saw fit without regard for her own wants. She'd sold that choice already the day before.
Althea, a senior slave with short wooly graying hair and the number "22" emblazoned on her bared left breast supervised her assistants gathering the new slaves to be taken to the auction block and sold. Her assistants were also bare breasted and numbered light skinned negro women. Janelle and Carla unclipped the chain attaching Tamika's collar to the post she'd been tethered to, and then reconnected it to the collar of the last slave in line.
Althea took the chain of the lead slave and led the entire line from the pen and up the aisle between the row of seats facing the auction block. Tamika focused on the back of the woman in front of her as she walked, trying to shut out the crowd of white folks waiting for the sale to begin. Finally, they stopped in a space in front of the audience, off to one side of the stage. Lucille, the somewhat burly senior slave was waiting there to control them.
After a few moments, a tall white man who was mostly bald with graying temples stepped up onto the stage. Dressed in light slacks, a white shirt, and a necktie, he seemed a bit overdressed compared to the people he was facing. His clothing along with his rimless glasses made him look like an accountant.
"Welcome to the monthly auction of newly arrived slaves," he announced. "Today, we have twenty seven female negroes to be sold. Three are returnees who have served here in the past and the remaining twenty four are first timers. All have received financial consideration in return for their servitude."
Tamika looked around as the auctioneer spoke. What struck her was the the way all these people were treating it as normal. White men and women sitting around on rows of folding chairs under an open air roof like a pavilion at the county fair. The only difference was that instead of farm animals being trotted out, naked black women waited to be sold.
"First is number one ninety one on your program," said the auctioneer.
Althea unclipped the chain from a skinny looking black woman with "191" on her left breast and walked her to the steps. 191 went up and took her place on the platform next to the auctioneer and stood with her head bowed. Her hair had been completely shorn off so Tamika figured she really needed the money.
"This thirty one year old negress served here for six months three years ago and is now available for the next twelve months," the auctioneer informed the crowd. "She served her owners well and was obedient as well as respectful. She was primarily used for sex, however she is quite capable of domestic service as well."
The auctioneer looked over at 191 and spoke, "Display, girl."
191 quickly put her hands behind her head and thrust her chest out. She moved her feet far apart and stood naked facing the bidders with her mouth open.
"The udders are large and fairly firm," said the auctioneer, hefting 191's breast and letting it drop as if to demonstrate. "The lips are quite thick and soft. Previous owners have complimented this nigger on her skills at giving oral pleasure."
Again, he addressed 191, "Present, girl."
Turning around on the platform until she was facing away from the bidders, 191 bent over and squatted down, exposing her anus and vagina.
"The vagina is in fine condition and the anus is still reasonably tight," the auctioneer continued. "I'll start the bidding at two thousand dollars."
Then to 191, "Back to display now."
191 stood up and turned to face the crowd, resuming the display position with her hands behind her head, her mouth open, and her legs wide apart as the bidding began. The auctioneer nodded to a bidder in the audience.
"I have two, do I hear three?" he asked. "Three, do I hear four?"
The bidding continued for a minute.
"All right, I have seventy five hundred, do I hear eight?" said the auctioneer. "Eight, anyone? Okay, seventy five hundred once..., seventy five hundred twice..., sold for seventy five hundred dollars to the gentleman!"
"Step down," the auctioneer instructed 191.
Tamika was a little shocked at how business like the whole thing had been. A black woman had been put up on the block, naked and displaying her body, described in the most humiliating and objectifying way imaginable and then was sold for less than the price of a good used car.
191 put her arms to her sides and came down the steps. Althea led her over to the other side of the platform where there was a table with another necktie wearing white man, somewhat younger looking than the auctioneer. A fat gray haired man in a tropical shirt, shorts, and sandals came up to the table and signed papers as 191 stood by, waiting patiently with her head bowed.
When the papers were signed, Althea removed the steel collar from 191's neck and the fat man buckled a black leather collar on in its place. He clipped a leather leash on the collar and led his purchase away.
"Next on the program, three fifty six," announced the auctioneer.
356, the woman Tamika had encountered back in her home city at the office where she'd been interviewed and examine, made her way up onto the platform. She stood next to the auctioneer with her head bowed.
"This thirty seven year old negress served here for six months a year ago," he told the crowd. "She'll be available for another six months. She is obedient and respectful and served her previous owners well. She was exclusively used for sexual services her first time here, both with individual owners as well as time in the club."
After a word from the auctioneer, 356 assumed the display position.
"As you can see, this nigger is in fine condition," he went on. "The teats are small, but the nipples are thick. Previous owners have said she's able to take a man's cock deep into her throat without too much gagging."
Another word from the auctioneer and 356 turned around and bent over, presenting her asshole and cunt for the bidders.
"The vaginal muscles are well trained to maximize pleasure for the user," he told the crowd. "Previous owners have all complimented her abilities as a bed wench."
"Display," the auctioneer ordered 356 quietly.
356 straightened up and turned back around, resuming the display position, her head up, eyes down, elbows back, and her chest out. Her mouth open and her legs spread, she stood naked and exposed as the bidding started.
"I have one thousand, do I have two?" said the auctioneer. "Two thousand, three? Three thousand, four? Four thousand, five? I have four thousand, do I hear five? Four thousand once..., four thousand twice..., sold to the young gentleman for four thousand dollars."
356 was taken to the table to meet her new owners. Tamika could see the three college aged men who'd spent so much time talking amongst themselves while examining her earlier. The boy with long dirty blonde hair seemed delighted as he placed a leather collar around 356's neck and led her away on a leash, his friends walking along side him.
"Next is number four forty one on your program," announced the auctioneer. "She's the last of the returnees available this afternoon."
A tallish dark skinned black woman marked "441" on her left breast made her way up onto the auction block and stood naked with her head bowed next to the auctioneer.
"This thirty two year old negress served here for six months up until last month and will be available for another six months," said the auctioneer. "Previous owners found her to be a devoted slave who was eager to please. She was used for both sexual and domestic service by individual owners as well as at the club during her previous stay here."
The auctioneer turned to 441 and directed her, "Display, girl."
Immediately, 441 lifted her arms and clasped her fingers behind her head, pushing her elbows back and her chest out. She stood with her legs far apart and her mouth wide open, her tongue resting on her bottom lip. She kept her head up, but her eyes cast down. Tamika wasn't sure, but she thought she saw a flush of excitement on the black girl's face as she stood naked on the auction block, showing herself off for the crowd of white onlookers.
"Look at what an excellent job this nigger does to display her body for us," said the auctioneer. "And, she does have a fine body to offer, too."
Lifting one of 441's breasts in his hand, he released it, letting it bounce against her chest. The negress's facial expression didn't change.
"The udders are very soft to the touch, yet still very firm," he pointed out. "The lips are also firm and soft. Previous owners have been very complimentary about her prowess in giving oral pleasure and her eagerness to do it well for both gentlemen as well as ladies."
"Present," he ordered her.
441 quickly stood and turned around until she stood with her back to the audience with her feet wide apart. Bending at the waist, the black woman grabbed her ankles and squatted enough to completely expose her crotch.
"Previous owners tell us that she is very skilled at pleasuring a man with either her vagina or anus," continued the auctioneer. "She is also very responsive and enthusiastic. Now, I don't know if anyone beyond the front row can see this, but this bitch is actually creaming up right here on the block. If you want a nigger that loves to serve and please, you'd be hard pressed to do better than this one."
The auctioneer lightly slapped 441 on the ass and she took the cue to stand and face the audience, immediately taking the display position again.
Tamika was amazed as the bidding quickly got up over ten thousand dollars. She could understand why these white men would want a willing eager slave so badly, but was mystified as to what would motivate this woman to be one. What would have possessed her to return so soon? She couldn't possibly need the money again after being home for such a short time. Perhaps she really did like it, thought Tamika.
"Do I hear eleven?" the auctioneer went on. "I have eleven, do I hear twelve? Thirteen? Do I hear thirteen?"
"Twelve five!" called a bidder.
"I have twelve thousand five hundred," said the auctioneer. "Do I hear thirteen? Anyone, thirteen? Okay, Twelve five once... Twelve five twice... Sold for twelve thousand five hundred dollars to the gentleman."
441 made her way down the stairs from the auction block as Tamika looked on. Briefly, their eyes met. The newly sold slave held her head high and smiled ever so slightly. Was she actually gloating? Was she proud had having gone for such a high price? Tamika was shocked at the woman's attitude. She started wondering how much she herself would sell for and would it be as much. As quickly as that thought entered her head she forced it back out and was ashamed of herself for even thinking it.
A middle aged white man with graying temples stepped up to the table to sign the papers as 441 stood by, respectfully bowing her head. The man beamed as he fastened a leather collar around his new slave's neck, clearly pleased that he'd won the bidding for her. After clipping a leash to the collar, he happily led his purchase away. 441 looked back at the group of unsold slaves waiting for auction and smiled proudly. Tamika found herself angered for some reason, but wasn't sure why.
"Next are the first time slaves, starting with number four ninety nine on your program," the auctioneer told the audience.
Althea took the chain attached to 499's collar and led the nervous looking negro woman to the steps leading up onto the platform.
"Get on up there, girl," ordered Althea. "Don't be keepin' folks waitin' on you."
499 took a look back at the rest of the unsold slaves before climbing the stairs up onto the platform. She walked over to where the auctioneer stood, keeping her eyes focused on the wooden floor of the stage. Tamika didn't envy her and was painfully aware that her turn on the block was coming soon.
"This thirty five year old negress is available for six months," the auctioneer introduced her. "As you can see, she was too proud to give up her hair, so she may be an interesting purchase for folks who enjoy putting a new slave like that in her place. For those of you who are new visitors to Puerto Esclava, stripping a nigger of her pride can only be done once, so the time to buy is now."
"Display, girl," the auctioneer instructed 499 as an aside.
Slowly, 499 lifted her arms and put her hands behind her bowed head, her shoulders slumped and elbows almost resting on her chest. After a moment, Lucille stepped quickly up the stairs and walked over to stand behind the reluctant slave.
"You better display proper like you got learned, nigga," Lucille warned her. "Git dat head up an' git them elbows back or I's gonna do it fo' you."
499 raised her head with her eyes still downcast and moved her elbows back.
"Keep dem legs spread so folks can see what dey biddin' on," Lucille directed her.
Awkwardly, 499 moved her feet apart.
"Dat's mo' like it, bitch," grinned Lucille. "Now open dat mouf up."
Tears rolling down her cheeks, 499 opened her mouth and stood naked facing the audience. Lucille seemed pleased with the results.
"Sorry fo' dat, boss," Lucille apologized to the auctioneer before stepping back on the platform.
"Seems this nigger's still got plenty to learn," said the auctioneer with a knowing smile. "I know there's plenty of folks here today that'd enjoy teaching her."
Chuckles were heard from the audience. The balding white man reached over and grabbed one of 499 breasts, lifting it and letting it drop.
"This is a fine set of udders as you can see," said the auctioneer. "Now let's see what else she has to offer."
"Present your holes, nigger," he ordered 499.
499 stood and turned around under Lucille's watchful gaze. The naked slave obviously didn't want another lesson in presenting her body in front of the crowd of bidders and did her best to bend over deeply with her feet apart.
"She's learning already," remarked the auctioneer. "I believe you can see her asshole from all the way in the back row."
More laughter came out of the crowd. Tamika couldn't imagine the humiliation that the hapless negro on the platform was experiencing. It was bad enough to expose and display her naked body in such a degrading way for large crowd of strangers. Having them so obviously amused by her shame made it a hundred times worse.
"In any event," the auctioneer continued, "the genitals are in fine condition and the anus appears reasonably tight. This nigger would be a fine purchase for anyone interested in training her for sexual service. And, if she is properly trained, she should command a high resale value."
"Display, girl," instructed the auctioneer, slapping 499 on the rump.
Straightening up, 499 turned to face the crowd. She stood with her feet apart, her hands behind her head, and her mouth open.
"I'll start the bidding at one thousand dollars," the auctioneer started.
The winning bid was five thousand dollars. Tamika watched 499 being led down from the stage and over to the table where her new owner was signing her papers. After putting her leather collar and leash on, he led her away with her head still bowed.
"Next on the program, number five hundred," announced the auctioneer.
The negro with graying hair who'd been dominated in front of the new slaves as an example made her way up the stairs onto the platform. She took her place next to the auctioneer, standing naked with her head bowed.
"This fifty four year old negress will be available for six months," the auctioneer told the audience. "As you saw earlier today, she already got a little training from our own Miz Caitlin so she knows all about a nigger's place here. Still, I'm sure there's plenty of folks here who'd like to give her a few more lessons."
The auctioneer smiled knowingly at the audience which responded with chuckles. 500's shoulders slumped more. With a word from the balding white man, she straightened up, put her hands behind her head, and opened her mouth in the display position. She moved her feet apart without needing any prodding.
"This one seems to be a fast learner," said the auctioneer to laughter from the audience. "Miz Caitlin is a good teacher."
Reaching out, the auctioneer took hold of one of 500's large saggy breasts and lifted it by the nipple, stretching it before letting it drop back, jiggling against her chest. The hapless negress winced in pain.
"For those of you who prefer niggers with more bovine tendencies, this one is an excellent choice," he went on. "The udders are heavy and floppy, but the size is impressive."
"Present your holes, girl," the auctioneer directed her.
500 turned around and bent over as far as she could with her legs wide apart. The auctioneer stepped forward and leaned down to look back between the displayed negro's legs before straightening back up to address the audience.
"Those cow udders hang wonderfully, don't they?" he asked the crowd. "Nice fat ass, too."
The auctioneer slapped 500 across the backside hard enough to make her ass cheeks jiggle and her heavy breasts sway. The unfortunate black slave woman remained in position and had to listen more chuckles from the crowd.
"Display," he ordered.
Tamika watched 500 stand up and turn around to face the audience. Moving her feet apart, putting her hands behind her head, and thrusting her chest out, it seemed as if she were determined not to let on the humiliation she must be feeling.
"I'll start the bidding at one thousand dollars," he said. "Do I hear one thousand?"
Hands went up all over the crowd. The auctioneer continued the bidding until 500 went for eight thousand dollars. Tamika was surprised that this older woman sold for a higher price than the younger one that went before. Immediately, she felt ashamed of herself for thinking about her fellow unfortunates in terms of how much money they fetched at auction.
Since the auctioneer appeared to be selling the slaves off in numerical order, Tamika knew that her turn was right after the next slave's. She watched as 500 was claimed by a white man who was about the same age. Like the other new slave owners, he seemed particularly pleased with his purchase and proudly led her away by the leash attached to the leather collar he'd just placed around her neck.
The next slave was being led up onto the block, her eyes drawn straight to the "501" marked on her right ass cheek. Next would be the number she'd been marked with, "502", thought Tamika. Her pulse pounded in her head, the auction going on in front of her barely registering with her despite the fact she'd watched the light skinned girl being milked right across from her during the pre-sale examination.
"Next on the program, number five oh one," announced the auctioneer.
The light skinned negro climbed the stairs, her heavy breasts swaying with each step. She took her place next to the auctioneer and stood with her head hanging down in shame.
"This twenty nine year old negress is available for six months," he continued. Then turning to 501, "Display."
501 brought her arms up and put her hands behind her head. Moving her feet apart, she stood naked, facing the crowd, her head still bowed. The auctioneer reached over and squeezed on of her breasts, forcing a short stream of milk out that landed on the wooden floor of the auction platform.
"Milk lovers will be in for a treat with this nigger," he said. "As you can see, she's presently lactating and producing a good bit of milk."
The auctioneer squeezed 501's other breast and, again, milk squirted out onto the floor.
"Too bad it isn't chocolate," he remarked with a wry grin.
Chuckles were heard from the onlookers. 501's face noticeably reddened in shame.
"Present," ordered the auctioneer.
501 turned around and bent over, giving the crowd a good look at her exposed anus and vagina. Her milk laden breasts hung down and were quite visible between her legs. Tamika thought she could see beads of milk on her nipples. Reaching down, the auctioneer gave one of the light skinned negress's mammaries a light slap, making them quiver and sway.
"Look at how those udders swing," said the auctioneer. "This nigger cow is ready for milking. She's the only milker on the program today, so you'd better be ready to bid."
The auctioneer slapped 501 on the ass and she stood up, turning to face the crowd, her head bowed. Tamika expected the white man to order her into the display position, but instead he just let her stand there with her hands at her sides, her humiliation palpable.
"Let's start the bidding at one thousand dollars," he announced.
Hands went up all through the crowd. The bidding quickly escalated to thirteen thousand dollars. Tamika was astounded at the price these men were willing to pay for a lactating slave. It made her feel even more like a mere object whose value was limited what her body offered. In what seemed like no time at all, 501 was sold and being led away to the table where her new master was signing the papers for her.
Suddenly, Tamika realized it was now her turn to go up on the auction block and be sold to some stranger. At that time she would really be a slave, the property of another person. She wondered who it would be.
Next: Chapter 10 - Tamika's Sale
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