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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 first week of slavery had been a humbling experience for the young black woman. Tamika had spent the entire time naked and collared and frequently on the end of a leash. Her body had been used as a cum receptacle for Tony, the white man who'd purchased her at auction the day she arrived on Puerto Esclava.
Actually, Tamika had spend less time having sex with Tony that she originally had expected. After the first day, her owner seemed to prefer the services of Wanda, the woman bought by his friend Jim at the same auction Tamika had been sold at.
Initially, Tamika had felt a shameful sense of pride in the fact that she'd commanded a much higher price than Wanda. That quickly changed when both Tony and Jim seemed to prefer the older and more experienced woman.
Now, the two white men's vacation was nearing an end and Tamika was starting to feel apprehensive about what her future held in store. Despite the fact that she certainly didn't enjoy being Tony's slave, she had become accustomed to the way he used her and was able to endure it. She was concerned that her next owner could easily be worse.
Her apprehension increased when Tony and Jim decided to take their slaves with them to the club a few nights before they were to leave. Tamika and Wanda found themselves, once again, naked and leashed being led down the road behind their owners.
It wasn't quite dark when they arrived at the big white clapboard building with a sign over the door that read "Club Blanco y Negro". Tamika wasn't sure what to expect as they entered. Inside, the club looked like any other night club that she'd been in. Tables and chairs filled a large open room that faced a stage. There was a bar along the wall opposite the stage.
There was, however, one significant difference between Club Blanco y Negro and other night clubs. Here, the waitstaff was made up of black women who, other than the collars around their necks, were completely naked. Not only were they serving trays of food and drinks to the white customers, but they also seemed to be fair game for touching and groping. Tamika watched a waitress smile pleasantly as an overweight white man squeezed her breast as she stood next to him with a tray of drinks. She even squatted down a little when the man's hand went between her legs, her expression remaining unchanged.
After a few moments, Tamika also became aware that other slaves were there with their owners. She was taken aback to see more than one occurrence of a white man sitting back in his chair with a naked black woman kneeling under the table, bobbing her head up and down on her owner's cock. Immediately she understood why Tony had brought her along.
Jim led Wanda to an empty table and Tony followed, pulling Tamika along on her leash. The two white men sat down. Wanda knelt beside her owner's chair. After a moment's hesitation, Tamika followed suit. The fact that she wasn't the only woman in this situation made it only a little easier to take.
A waitress with "412" marked over her bare left breast came over and took Tony and Jim's orders without even giving the two negro women a glance. Tony gave the waitress a slap on her naked black ass as she turned to go fetch their drinks. She looked back and smiled at him before continuing on her way. Tamika was disgusted with the way the woman just took the indignity.
"Nice ass on that one," said Tony.
"Not bad," agreed Jim.
"Think they ever use her for the whuppin'?" asked Tony.
"I doubt it," Jim answered. "Frank said the niggers they whup on stage are really gettin' it for punishment. The waitresses are always good ones that know how to act."
"Yeah, but what if they don't have any that need a whuppin'?" Tony replied.
"They always got the ones from downstairs," said Jim. "Once they show they got attitude problems, that's pretty much all they're for. Strapped down for fuckin' or brought up here for whuppin'."
"That's harsh," said Tony. "But it's hot either way."
412 returned with two glasses of beer and put them on the table. Tony reached between the waitress's legs and rubbed her pussy. The negro woman smiled and parted her legs further, not moving away until he'd withdrawn his hand.
"That was your tip, girl," grinned Tony. "Good job."
"Thank you, boss," smiled the waitress. "You is too kind."
Tony slapped her ass again as she started to walk away. Again, she turned and smiled at him. Tamika was embarrassed for her. The two white men sipped their drinks and surveyed the scene for a few minutes.
After a while the background sound of conversation got louder and Tamika looked around to see what was going on. She saw three bare breasted black women walking towards the stage. More precisely, two of the women had the the third between them and were escorting her. She recognized Althea and Lucille, the two light skinned negresses who'd been in charge of the newly arrived slaves. Both were wearing the same tan colored collars and wrap around skirts that they'd had on that day. Between them was a darker, younger, woman who, unlike her escorts, was completely naked. This girl was marked "485".
Althea and Lucille walked 485 up onto the stage. There were cuffs attached to chains hanging from the ceiling and the hapless negro was put in them, which forced her hands well up over her head. Tamika looked around and saw that all eyes were upon the bound black slave. Nearer by, she heard the sound of a zipper going down. Turning her head back to Tony, she could see he'd gotten his dick out of his pants.
"All right, tits, get to work on this," Tony ordered Tamika.
Glancing over at Wanda, Tamika saw that the older negress had already moved into position between Jim's legs and was unzipping her owner's pants. Taking his cock out, she slurped it into her mouth and started sucking.
"Hurry it up an' start suckin' before the show starts or you're gonna be next," Tony urged Tamika.
With resignation, Tamika turned back to the task at hand and took hold of Tony's dick. Bending forward, she took it between her lips and sucked while moving her head up and down.
Behind her, Tamika could hear that the "show" was getting started. She continued slurping on Tony's dick as she listened.
"Our first discipline session of the evening will be ten strokes, front and back to this disobedient nigger wench," a male voice announced. "Her owner had chosen the flogger for her punishment."
Whap!
Whap!
Whap!
"Damn, you can see the welts risin' up on her ass," said Jim.
"Yeah, pretty sweet...," added Tony.
Whap!
Whap!
Whap!
Tamika strained to listen but couldn't hear 485 making any noise. Only the sound of the flogger on the slave girl's bare flesh could be heard.
Whap!
Whap!
Whap!
"Okay, here comes the last one," said the male voice from the stage.
WHAP!!
"Ow!" cried a female voice.
"Man, her knees buckled!" said Jim, excitedly.
"The last one's always a good one," Tony told him.
"Turn her around," ordered the male voice. "Time to do the front."
Tamika wanted to turn and look, but Tony had her head in his hands, keeping her from doing anything other than continue sucking his cock.
Whap!
Whap!
Whap!
Whap!
"Look at her udders bounce," said Tony. "Nice..."
"They're weltin' up good, too," observed Jim.
Tamika could feel Tony's dick twitching and she knew he was getting close to orgasm. She remained disgusted with him and how he was getting off on 485's pain. However, she had no choice but to keep sucking.
Whap!
Whap!
Whap!
Whap!
"Nice underhand to get the cunt," said Jim, breathing heavily. "I can't take much more..."
"Me neither," Tony gasped. "I'm tryin' to hold out for the last one."
Whap!!
"Ow!!" cried 485.
"Here comes the good one," said the male voice.
WHAP!!
"OW!!!" 485 yelped.
"Shit!" exclaimed Tony as he ejaculated in Tamika's mouth.
Although Tamika had been expecting the hot blast of cum in her throat, the force of it caught her off guard and she gagged on it.
"You better not spill it, bitch," growled Tony, his dick still shooting off. "Swallow it all or you're goin' up there an' gettin' your fat black ass beat good."
Struggling to keep from gagging further, Tamika swallowed Tony's semen as he'd ordered. She knew he was just the type to have her put up on the stage and whipped for his amusement and titilation.
Wanda was still kneeling in front of Jim, looking up into his eyes, his dick still stuck in her mouth. He ran his hand over the older negress's stubble cover scalp as if petting a dog. Tamika was embarrassed for her, too, as she saw her smile stupidly at him, semen drooling off her bottom lip and chin. How could she seemingly enjoy such degrading treatment?
After she'd swallowed the last of Tony's seed, Tamika glanced back towards the stage. Althea and Lucille were releasing 485 from the wrist cuffs. The whipped woman's body was covered in welts from the flogging she'd just received. It looked quite painful. The two light skinned negresses helped her down from the stage and walked her out of the main seating area. It looked like the show was over for now.
"Man, that was fuckin' hot," smiled Jim with satisfaction. "We shoulda been bringin' these two here all along. Watchin' a whuppin' while your dick's gettin' sucked is incredible."
"You're right," agreed Tony. "It really adds to the experience."
Tamika remained naked under the table, kneeling at Tony's feet, the taste of his dick still lingering in her mouth. He and Jim ordered another round and chatted for what seemed like hours. Finally something caught their attention.
"Hey, Tony, it looks like a card game startin' up in the back," said Jim.
Tony turned his head to take a look across the room.
"Yeah, I see," he replied. "Let's go see if we can get into the game."
"Bring the niggers?" asked Jim.
"Why not," Tony answered.
Tony and Jim stood. Tamika got to her feet as well and waited for the tug on her leash. Wanda was right beside her. The four of them went across the room to a table near the back where three men were sitting. An older man with a military looking hair cut and a close cropped graying beard was shuffling a pack of cards.
"What's the game?" Tony asked the man with the cards.
"Poker," answered the gray bearded man.
"Can we get in?" Jim asked.
"There's a hundred dollar ante," replied the man.
"That's cool," said Jim.
Tony and Jim sat down at the table. Wanda sat on the floor beside her owner. Slowly, Tamika took her place on the floor as well. Another petty humiliation, she thought; sitting on the floor while the white man sat in a chair.
A bare breasted slave girl came over and gave Tony and Jim each a stack of poker chips after they'd signed a receipt for them. The cards were dealt and the game went on. Tamika wasn't really paying attention except that she noticed how hundreds of dollars changed hands so easily between these men that such sums must mean little to them. She knew how hard she'd had to scrape to come up with that kind of money to make a mortgage payment, but to the poker players, it was nothing.
The game had been going on for some time when Tamika saw the gray bearded man put a large stack of chips in the middle of the table after a hand had been dealt.
"Five thousand," said the man.
"You must have something good there, Jake," said the man to his right.
"I just feel lucky," smiled Jake. "Who's in?"
Tony checked his hand and pushed a like sized stack of chips in. Tamika could see he only had one more stack left after that. The other players folded. Tony drew two cards. Jake drew one and pushed two more large stacks of chips.
"Ten thousand," said Jake.
"Shit," muttered Tony. "I've only got another five thousand."
"Well, the the bet's ten," Jake replied, looking up at Tony over his cards. "Either meet it and call or fold and drop out."
Pondering for a moment, Tony took another look at his cards. Tamika saw his hand, four twos. She wasn't a poker player, but she knew it was a good hand.
"How 'bout I put my nigger in?" asked Tony. "I paid eighty five hundred for her an' she's still got almost six months to go. I'll put her in along with fifteen hundred in chips. How's that?"
Tamika was shocked at this turn of events. Was she actually being used as a bet in a card game? Being bought and sold was bad enough, but this was even more degrading. She couldn't believe it was real.
"Eighty five hundred?" Jake replied. "Lemme have a look at the goods."
"Get up an' go display for the man," Tony ordered Tamika.
Slowly, Tamika stood up and walked around the table. The eyes of the other players as well as the onlookers were on her in her moment of humiliation. She put her hands behind her head and stood to one side of Jake's chair, her face burning with shame. The black woman cast her eyes away from the gray haired man as he stroked his beard and looked her over.
"Not bad...," mused Jake. "Nice an' plumpy, too. But, eighty five hundred?"
Jake started to reach his hand out towards Tamika's naked breasts, but stopped short.
"Mind if I touch the merchandise?" asked Jake.
"Feel free," Tony answered.
Taking hold of one of Tamika's breasts, Jake squeezed it and lifted it before letting it drop back down. He went after the other breast next. Tamika was mortified at having to stand there naked in front of this man while he groped her with all these strangers watching. When Jake's hand went between her legs, Tamika stiffened up.
"This nigger isn't very well trained," Jake commented. "She's got her legs together like her cunt still belongs to her."
"Open those legs up, bitch!" ordered Tony. "What's wrong with you?"
As if this wasn't humiliating enough, being rebuked for not spreading her legs for a stranger was far worse. Her pulse pounded in her ears and a tear rolled down her cheek. Defeated, Tamika squatted down and parted her legs enough to give Jake access to her sex.
Jake slipped his hand between Tamika's legs and cupped her vagina as he looked her in the face. She winced as he worked a finger into her dry pussy.
"I'll need a better look," said Jake. "Have her present her holes to me."
"You heard the man, tits," said Tony. "Do it."
Tamika's face burned with shame knowing that all eyes were upon her, witnessing her humiliation. Turning around, she bent at the waist, presenting her naked ass to Jake.
"Legs apart, girl," said Jake. "Let's see what you've got to offer."
Her embarrassment was turning to anger at Jake's continuing efforts to degrade her. Tamika moved her feet apart a little, determined to hold onto at least a shred of dignity.
"Further than that...," said Jake, growing impatient.
"Get 'em all the way apart, you dumb cunt!" Tony demanded. "You know how to do it."
Finally, Tamika relented and moved her legs far enough apart that she could feel the room air on her bare vagina.
"I can't see her asshole," said Jake.
"Spread your fat ass out, bitch," ordered Tony.
This time, Tamika just wanted to get this over with and stop being the center of attention. She reached behind herself, and taking hold of her ass cheeks, spread them apart and exposed her anus for inspection.
"Not bad, but she's gonna take some training to get her useful," said Jake. "Eighty five hundred is too much. Tell you what, put in the five thousand you've got along with the nigger and you can call. Acceptable?"
Five thousand! So she'd somehow lost value? Like a used car? Being haggled over and used as stakes for a poker game was even more degrading and objectifying than just being sold as a slave. Even worse was having all these people seeing her shamed to such an extreme.
Tony looked at his cards again, Tamika's humiliation seemingly lost on him or, at least, of little importance. Slowly, she stood up and faced the table, hanging her head in shame.
"Yeah, that's acceptable," said Tony, a grin spreading across his face. "It doesn't matter anyways 'cause I've got four deuces.
Laying his hand down, Tony smiled at Jake. Jake's face remained expressionless as he lay down his cards. Tamika saw they were all spades. Six, seven, eight, nine, and ten of spades.
"Straight flush," said Jake. "Looks like I got a new nigger."
The onlookers gasped. Tony's jaw dropped. The black slave girl felt a lump in her throat. Just like that, Tamika had a new owner.
Next: Chapter 14 - Tamika's New Owner
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