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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 middle of the afternoon of her first day in Puerto Esclava, Tamika had watched several of the newly arrived slaves go on the block and be sold. One after the other, the black women had been led up onto the platform in front of rows of chairs filled with white men and women who were waiting to bid on them.
Made to stand naked and exposed for all to see, they waited with their heads bowed in shame as the auctioneer introduced them to the potential buyers. Each had to display her nude body, front and back, in the most obscenely humiliating ways imaginable. Then the bidding would commence. At its conclusion, the newly sold slave was led away to her new owner to be used and enjoyed.
"Next on the program," announced the auctioneer, "is number five oh two."
At last, Tamika's turn had come. She felt a little light headed and more than a little nauseous. The black girl didn't think she could bring herself to walk up the stairs onto the platform where the auctioneer waited. She felt a tug on the chain attached to her collar. It was Althea, the light skinned middle aged negress who acted as an overseer of sorts; a senior slave with the number "22" emblazoned above her bare left breast.
"You up, girl," said Althea, lightly jerking on Tamika's chain. "Don't keep da man waitin' on you."
Tamika willed her feet to move and took one step after another towards the platform. Althea gave her a push to urge her up the stairs and onto the platform. She walked to where the auctioneer stood waiting for her and glanced out over the sea of white faces, their eyes all fixed upon her naked brown body. Quickly, she bowed her head and looked at the floor. Seeing all those people looking at her nakedness was like some kind of dream. A bad dream that somehow came true.
"This twenty five year old negress will be available for six months," said the auctioneer, by way of introduction. "You can see that this one was proud to give her hair up, so putting her in her place will be a treat for whoever buys her."
Sweat beaded up on Tamika's forehead and ran down her face. She saw the auctioneer turn his head towards her. This must be how a man looks at an animal, she thought.
"Display," he ordered simply.
Tamika had already experienced being corrected for not displaying her body the way she'd been taught at the brief training session earlier that day. She didn't relish the notion of repeating that particular humiliation. Bringing her arms up, she laced her fingers together behind her head, pushing her elbows back as far as she could. She moved her feet a little further apart than the width of her shoulders. Finally, she raised her head up, keeping her eyes downcast, and opened her mouth in the way she'd been shown that morning.
Tamika remained motionless as the auctioneer reached over and took hold of her bare breast and hefted it up in the palm of his hand. He held it there for a few seconds before letting it drop back to her chest with a dull slapping sound. Her face burned with shame at being so publicly handled in such a degrading way.
"The udders are nice and firm despite their size," said the auctioneer. "The lips are nice and thick, too, which is a good indication that her mouth is especially pleasurable to use, especially with some training and practice."
Her face hot with humiliation, Tamika continued to stand on the platform, displaying her nude body for the audience whose eyes she couldn't meet. The auctioneer again turned his head towards her.
"Present," was his single word order to her.
Tamika turned away from the crowd of bidders and was relieved that she no longer had to face them. Her relief was short lived, though. Bending over with her legs parted wide, she grabbed her ankles, obscenely exposing the most private parts of her anatomy. She was mortified knowing what the large gathering of strangers behind her could see.
"The cunt is quite attractive on this nigger," said the auctioneer, describing Tamika's crotch for the benefit of the potential buyers. "The anus nicely puckered and her initial examination found it to be exceptionally tight. The claim is that she's never been used anally, so her purchaser could be the first to enjoy it."
The auctioneer gave Tamika a smack on the ass with his open palm. There was little force behind it, however it startled the poor colored girl and caused her to take a step to keep her balance, drawing quite a few chuckles from the audience. She felt the heat of the shame throughout her naked body.
"Display," commanded the auctioneer.
Standing back up, Tamika turned around to face the crowd once more. Keeping her eyes focused on the floor of the stage, she put her hands back behind her head and opened her mouth.
"This slave is one of the younger niggers available for sale today," the auctioneer advised the audience. "So if that's how you like them, you'd be wise to bid since there aren't many others twenty five and under. I'll start at one thousand dollars."
Glancing up, Tamika saw several hands go up. It seemed a little surreal to her that one of those people would be taking her away on the end of a leash to someplace where they could do as the pleased with her. She'd be that person's owned property, like a dog or a life sized doll.
"I have one thousand, do I hear two?" the auctioneer continued. "Two, do I have three? I have three..., four? Four..., I have four thousand dollars for this fine young slave. Do I hear five?"
Without realizing it, Tamika was taking an interest in the numbers she was hearing, knowing that they represented what someone was willing to pay for her. Shameful as it may be, she found herself hoping to fetch more than the slaves she'd seen sold ahead of her. Try as she might to push those thoughts out of her head, she was unable to shake them.
"Five thousand...," said the auctioneer. "Can I get six? Six thousand..., how about seven? Seven thousand? I have seven, do I hear eight?"
"Seventy five hundred," a voice called out.
"Okay, seventy five hundred," the auctioneer responded. "Who'll go eight?"
"Eight!" called a different voice.
"I have eight thousand," said the auctioneer. "How about nine?"
"Eighty five hundred," the first voice bid.
"Eighty five hundred it is," the auctioneer said. "Do I have nine? Nine thousand dollars? Anyone? I have eighty five hundred dollars. Going once..., going twice... Sold to the gentleman for eight thousand five hundred dollars!"
Tamika remained frozen in place, stunned that it was over. As embarrassing as it was to stand naked on the platform in front of these strangers, it might be better than to be taken away and used like a thing by one of them. She knew that each step she took down off the stage brought her a step closer to her new owner and an unknown fate.
"You're sold, nigger," the auctioneer told her. "Get down."
Lowering her arms, Tamika started walking towards the steps that led off the stage. She felt as if this was all happening to someone else or perhaps it was just a dream. Coming down the stairs, Althea took hold of the chain attached to the steel collar around her neck and led her to the sales table.
There, a rather unremarkable looking white man with wavy brown hair was signing the papers. Tamika still found it difficult to accept that this person was her new owner. She stood motionless while Althea removed the steel collar from her neck. The man finished the paperwork and stepped over to her and buckled a black leather dog collar around her neck. Without speaking a word to her, he clipped a leash on it and started to walk away. At first she couldn't will her feet to move.
"C'mon, girl," said the man, lightly tugging on the leash. "Let's go."
Tamika followed him past the rows of chairs. A quick glance at the audience told her that none of them were watching her at all. All eyes were fixed on the stage as the next slave was on the block with her head bowed.
Her new owner led the way to a spot behind the last row of seats and turned to watch the proceedings. Tamika didn't know what else to do other than stand there and watch with him. She couldn't help but overhear two men sitting just in front of where she stood as they discussed the proceedings.
"What d'ya think, man?" someone sitting in the back row said. "You like five oh three? Think we can get her for six or seven thousand?"
"Dunno," replied the man next to him. "I didn't think that old one would go for eight."
"She was Caitlin's pick," explained the first man. "That always gives 'em a bump. Plus she was nice an' jiggly. That's worth a few bucks."
"True," conceded the second man. "Anyways, I wouldn't go past six on this next one. You gotta consider the other end of the deal when we sell her. She's pretty average. Once the newness is gone, we'd be lucky to get a couple thousand for her."
Tamika was flabbergasted by the way these men spoke. Evaluating the poor woman up on the platform solely based on what they could get for her when they were through with her. She realized that such discussions must have gone on about her when it had been her turn on the auction block.
The first man kept raising his hand until the bidding went past six thousand dollars. 503 eventually went for seventy five hundred. Tamika felt a twinge of pride that she'd sold for more. Immediately she was ashamed of herself. How could she be proud of being sold as chattel?
Another fortyish white man, this one with lighter colored hair, approached Tamika's owner. His eyes roamed over the naked slave's body causing her to look at the ground.
"I figured you'd go for the chubby young one, Tony," he laughed. "It's Atlantic City all over again!"
Chubby! Tamika knew she was a little on the thick side, but never considered herself chubby. However, it appeared that that was the type Tony liked and why he was willing to pay eighty five hundred dollars for her. Again, she started feeling a little superior based on her price even though the reason for it was embarrassing.
"Oh, this is way better than that, Jim," grinned Tony. "This one isn't some hooker who's gonna take off after you nut. Having to jerk off before heading out to find a whore just so you get your money's worth sucks. With a nigger like this, it doesn't matter if you shoot off before you take a stroke 'cause you can jus' fuck her again when your dick gets hard."
"You're right about that," agreed Jim. "I'm kickin' myself for not coming down here when Frank first told us about the place. It just seemed like so much money."
"Well, the best part is yet to come," said Tony. "Hurry up and pick one out so we can get back to the cabin and get busy with 'em. It's not easy standin' here with a hot nigger on a leash an' not take her an' fuck her. My dick is aching for some nigger cunt."
"You'll get plenty of that soon enough," said Jim. "Anyways, I got my eye on a couple of 'em. Older than yours. I figure they'll go cheaper. They're comin' up soon."
Meanwhile, the next slave had taken her place on the platform. Tamika recognized the woman who initially refused to take part in the training until Lucille convinced her to cooperate.
"Next on the program is number five oh four," announced the auctioneer.
"That one's got an attitude," Tony remarked. "I was watchin' 'em teach 'em how to display. She got all uppity and that big bitch had to go straighten her out. Maybe she'll go cheap."
Tamika watched 504 displaying herself and knew that she must be humiliated at having to submit to this kind of degradation. Trying to stand up to it hadn't helped her in the least.
"Maybe," allowed Jim. "But, I don't want the headache. I'm more into having an obedient nigger who'll suck my dick an' spread her legs when I tell her to. I don't wanna have to twist her arm to give it up."
"Don't you even want a little resistance?" asked Tony. "You're not gonna find many that actually like bein' fuck meat."
Fuck meat. Tamika wasn't surprised that this was how white men like these two saw her and her fellow slaves. To them, they weren't women or even animals. They were just something for them to stick their dicks in.
"I don't care if she likes it," replied Jim. "I just want her to do like she's told without a fuss. That's all."
Ultimately 504 went for fifteen hundred dollars. Apparently, these two weren't the only ones who just wanted a slave who wouldn't give them any trouble.
"See?" said Tony. "Fifteen hundred bucks. We'll be here for two weeks. That's a hundred dollars a day even if you got nothing for her at the end! That's way cheaper than Atlantic City!"
"Yeah, but I'd have to strap her down every time I wanted to fuck her," argued Jim. "And no way would I put my dick in her mouth! She could be a biter! Anyways, one of mine is coming up soon."
The next three slaves went for over five thousand dollars each. Jim dropped out of the bidding at four thousand each time. Tamika kept watching the proceedings, somehow unable to look away from the spectacle of her fellow black women being sold. She saw a fat negress climbing the steps and standing next to the auctioneer. It was her bunkmate from the boat; the one that happily let the captain use her and even came at the end.
"Next on the program, number five oh eight," announced the auctioneer. "This twenty seven year old negress will be available for six months. Although she's new to us, I have a positive report from the slave boat's captain that she's a good obedient nigger who is eager to serve and please."
The audience murmured in response. 508 displayed her large body for them. The auctioneer lifted one of the big woman's massive mammaries and let it drop. It jiggled for a few seconds afterwards, eliciting more buzz in the crowd.
"The udders are simply huge," said the auctioneer. "Big tit lovers will definitely want to buy this one. We don't see many like this coming through, so you'd be wise to not let her slip by."
508 turned around and bent over, squatting down. Despite the distance away, Tamika could see that the woman's backside was as well endowed as the front.
"The ass is magnificent," the auctioneer went on. "The vagina on this one is wet and ready. Believe me, this nigger is hot for it."
Straightening up, 508 turned back to face the crowd and put her hands behind her head and opened her mouth.
"She has the makings of an excellent nigger," said the auctioneer. "Let's start her off at one thousand dollars."
The bidding quickly climbed. Jim dropped out at seven thousand.
"I didn't think you were gonna go that high," said Tony. "You like 'em fat like that? She does have fuckin' huge hooters."
"I want cooperative and I'll pay extra for wanting to please," Jim replied. "But I can't go past seven grand for a nigger."
The bidding finally ended at fifteen thousand dollars. Tamika couldn't believe that the fat black woman sold for almost twice what she'd fetched. All because 508 had no shame whatsoever. It was infuriating.
What really surprised Tamika, though, was who bought 508. When she looked to see who was going up to the table to sign the papers, she saw the attractive white lady who'd inspected her and asked if she could serve a woman. The brunette had seemed disappointed at the time with her grudging response. Now, it seemed she'd found a more enthusiastic slave.
The next slave was getting up on the platform, but Tamika's attention was on the signing table. The brunette buckled a purple leather collar around 508's neck and, leash in hand, led the big black woman towards where Jim and Tony were standing and watching the auction.
Tamika watched 508 and her new owner approach and start to walk past them when another lady stopped them.
"Jen!" exclaimed a slender silver haired white lady. "I didn't know you were here!"
"Hi, Joanne," replied the brunette. "I just arrived this morning. I didn't want to miss the new arrival sale, so I closed the office and left. How long have you been here?"
"A few weeks," said Joanne. "I'm down here for the winter. You certainly paid a fancy price for your nigger. Is she skilled?"
"Oh, I don't know how skilled she is," answered Jen, smiling. "But she's got a wonderful attitude and I can tell she's my type. I asked her if she'd be okay with serving a lady and she said..., well, I'll let her say it."
Jen gently tugged on the leash and 508 stepped forward.
"Tell her what you said, sweetie," Jen directed her.
"Well, ma'am," 508 started bashfully, "I jus' said how I'd love to serve a pretty white lady like her. That's all I said, ma'am."
"Isn't she precious?" beamed Jen. "I think I'll name her Princess, like my nigger from last winter."
508 blushed and shifted on her feet. Tamika was disgusted with her subservient behavior. And where did that white woman get off naming her like she was a pet?!
"Have you been with a woman before, girl?" asked Joanne.
"Well...," started 508. "Not really... 'less you count my sister. We used to... you know... fool around some. We don't hardly do it no more."
"Your sister!" exclaimed Joanne, shaking her head knowingly. "Oh, my. Niggers. What they won't do."
"I guess maybe she does have skills after all," laughed Jen. "Well, Joanne, I have to go and try my new nigger out. I'll see you around."
"Okay, Jen," said Joanne. "Later."
"Let's go, Princess," ordered Jen, tugging gently on the leash.
"Yes, ma'am," said 508.
Tamika watched them walk away and was dumfounded. She couldn't believe that 508 had told them that she'd had sex with her own sister as if it were nothing. The fact that rather than being shocked by it, the two white ladies, but instead seemed to expect such behavior from negroes. The whole scene had been incredible.
The scene had been lost on Tony and Jim, whose attention was directed towards the platform where a short, shorn, older negress, stood next to the auctioneer with her head bowed.
"Next on the program is number five ten," announced the auctioneer. "This forty five year old negress is available for six months."
"This is one I've really got my eye on," said Jim. "When I inspected her, she didn't look at me once. Not even when I put my hand between her legs. But, when I stuck my finger in her cunt, it was wet. I wiped it off on her tongue and she just stood there like it was nothing. Man, I wanted to fuck her right then."
Tamika could imagine the humiliation 510 must have felt when Jim handled her in such an intimate way. She knew she wouldn't have been able to stop from at least glaring at him a little, though she wouldn't have resisted either. Having her pussy lubricate was natural with so many people touching it, so that didn't mean anything.
Up on the stage, 510 was in the display position and the auctioneer was lifting her bare breast.
"The teats are small and pretty saggy, but they're nice and soft; a pleasure to handle," said the auctioneer.
510 turned around and bent over, presenting her vagina and anus for the audience to see. Tamika could see her small breasts hanging down, framed by her spread thighs.
"The vagina is surprisingly tight for a bitch of this age," the auctioneer went on. "With training, this nigger could be quite pleasurable to the user."
The auctioneer gave 510 a slap on the rump and she stood and faced the crowd in the display position.
"I'll start the bidding at one thousand dollars," he said. "Do I have one thousand?"
Jim's hand went up along with several others in the crowd.
"I have one, do I hear two?" continued the auctioneer. "I have two, do I have three?"
A man a few rows in was the only one to raise his hand.
"I have three, how about four?" said the auctioneer.
The other man's hand went down. Jim hesitated.
"I thought you wanted that one," said Tony.
"Yeah, but I think I can get her for less than four," replied Jim.
"Three thousand dollars," said the auctioneer. "Do I hear four?"
"Thirty five hundred," called Jim.
"Okay, thirty five hundred," the auctioneer responded. "Four, anyone?"
The other bidder's hand didn't go up.
"The bid is thirty five hundred," said the auctioneer. "Going once..., going twice... Sold to the gentleman in the back for thirty five hundred dollars."
"Yes!" exclaimed Jim quietly, grinning broadly.
"Not bad, Jim," Tony congratulated him. "You mighta got a steal with that one."
"Yeah," agreed Jim before quickly walking to the sales table.
Tony waited for Jim to return with his purchase. A few minutes later he walked up, a smile on his face, leading a naked negro woman on a leash. Tamika's eyes met 510's briefly before they both looked away, shamed.
"Let's go," said Jim. "I've been waiting a month for this. I was never this fired up in Atlantic City."
"I been ready to go for the last half hour," replied Tony. "Seein' all this female flesh on display has me cravin' some nigger pussy. Now it's time to go get it."
The two white men started walking, leading their two leashed black slaves behind them. Tamika and 510 moved as fast as necessary to keep some slack on the leashes, both with their eyes on the ground. Being led around naked this way was humiliating and neither of the negro slaves wanted to see who was looking at them.
As they walked away from the auction site, Tamika knew she was heading into the part of the island she hadn't seen yet. She shuddered at the possibilities, but in fact, she had no idea what to expect. However, she'd find out soon enough.
Next: Chapter 11 - Tamika's Master
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