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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 card game going on in the back of the Blanco y Negro club drew little attention from the other patrons. They were much more interested in the bare breasted black women who fetched their drinks and the occasional naked slave girl who'd be put up on the stage and whipped for the entertainment of the white gentlemen in attendance.
For Tamika, however, the hand of poker that had just been played was of notable significance. Tony, the man who'd first bought her at the slave auction a week previous, had included her in his bet on the four deuces he held in his hand. To both of their surprise, Jake, the gray bearded man with short cropped hair who sat across the table, layed down a straight flush to win the hand as well as the negro slave woman.
"Shit," muttered Tony at the realization that he'd just lost his slave and five thousand dollars besides. "That was the best hand I ever had. Shit."
Jake raked in his winnings and looked up at Tamika's face. The shock was clearly visible in her expression. It had all happened so suddenly and unexpectedly that her mind was reeling.
"You belong to me now, girl," he told her. "Kneel."
Tamika looked towards Tony for a moment, unsure of what to do. He shrugged at her and picked up the glass in front of him and drained his drink. Jake's expression grew impatient.
"I said kneel, nigger," said Jake sternly. "Now."
Jake reached up and grabbed hold of the leash hanging from the collar around Tamika's neck and tugged it sharply. Quickly, the naked negress got on her knees at his feet. She glared up at him. He certainly wasn't making it easy for her to get accustomed to the new situation.
"You are in serious need of training," said Jake. "No sense in waiting for it, either."
Getting the attention of one of the bare breasted servers, Jake summoned her over.
"Get the head nigger over here," he told her.
"Yes, sir," replied the woman. "I'll go an' git her fo' you, boss."
As the server hurried away, Tamika started to get nervous. What did her new owner have in mind?
A minute later, the server returned with Althea and Lucille, the light skinned negro women who seemed to be in charge of the slaves.
"I's da head nigga, boss," said Althea, addressing Jake with her eyes cast down. "What kin I do fo' you, sir?"
"You can take nigger five oh two here and put her up on the stage with her hands over her head," Jake replied. "She's badly in need of... correction."
"Yes, sir, boss," said Althea.
Althea glanced at Lucille for a moment and then looked down at Tamika.
"Git up," she ordered her.
Tamika was slow rising up so Althea and Lucille took her by the arms and lifted her to her feet. It was all happening fast and Tamika was starting to panic. Quickly, she was escorted to the stage and lifted up onto it.
Lucille lifted one of Tamika's arms up over her head and Althea fastened a leather cuff around her wrist. Then they did her other arm leaving Tamika standing naked on the stage with her arms secured over her head by chains hanging from the ceiling. The commotion of getting her up there had attracted the attention of everyone in the club. Her face burned with embarrassment as she looked around the room and saw that all eyes were on her.
After about ten minutes of standing with her wrists cuffed over her head, Tamika saw Jake making his way to the stage. In his hand was a flogger made out of thin black leather straps attached to a handle. Her eyes widened realizing that he was going to beat her with it. The white man stepped up beside her and grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look him in the face.
"I don't know what your previous owner put up with from you, but I don't tolerate the kind of disobedience and disrespect you've shown me," he told her. "I'm going to teach you proper behavior in way that even a dumb nigger like you can understand."
Tamika felt a knot in her stomach and sweat started beading up on her face. She was starting to wish that she'd just submitted to the humiliating examination earlier instead of resisting. It wasn't as if she thought it would do any good at the time, and now, it appeared she'd made things far worse. She figured that the best thing to do now was to swallow her pride and act apologetic.
"I'm sorry..., sir," Tamika started, her voice shaky. "I didn't mean to disrespect you... I'm jus'... new to this... I promise I'll do better, sir."
"I know you'll do better," smiled Jake. "I plan on making sure of that. Get ready. I'll start on the back."
"Please don't use that on me, sir!" pleaded Tamika.
"But, that's exactly what it's for," explained Jake. "How else are you going to learn how to behave?"
"Please, sir!" she begged. "Please don't beat me, sir!"
"See?" grinned Jake. "It's working already. The thing is, you've earned a whipping so stop fussing and just take it. It'll be over with quicker that way."
Jake stepped behind Tamika where she couldn't see him. She braced herself for what was to happen next. Without further warning, she felt the flogger come down on her bare back.
Whap.
It stung, but it wasn't as bad as Tamika had been expecting.
Whap.
This one was a little harder and stung a little more.
"Owww..." whimpered Tamika.
"Those were just a warm up," said Jake.
Whap!
That was much harder and stung a lot.
"Ow!" Tamika yelped.
Whap!
Whap!
Whap!
Tamika's back burned from the flogging. Jake continued beating her, covering her back and then hitting the same spots again and again.
Whap!
Whap!
Whap!
"It's hurtin' me..., sir," cried Tamika. "I know better now... I ain't gonna be disrespectful no more, sir. Please stop..."
"This is just the beginning," replied Jake. "You'll be taking plenty more."
Whap!
The next blow landed across Tamika's ample ass causing her flesh to jiggle.
Whap!
Whap!
Whap!
Welts were already rising on Tamika's abused backside and the poor girl Tamika in vain to avoid the flogger. Jake continued beating her fat black ass.
"Ow!" she cried.
Whap!
Whap!
Whap!
At last the blows stopped. Tamika breathed heavily, her chest heaving. Her face was streaked with tears and her back and ass were covered in welts.
"You know better than to be disrespectful to your superiors, don't you, nigger?" asked Jake.
"Yes, sir!" exclaimed Tamika breathlessly. "I ain't never gonna do it again."
"I'm glad to hear it," said Jake. "Now, there's the matter of your failure to make yourself available for examination. That is unacceptable."
"I'm sorry 'bout that, sir," said Tamika. "I know better now."
"I'm sure you do," agreed Jake. "However, you need to understand that there's a price to be paid for that failure. A reminder that your body no longer belongs to you."
Jake stepped around in front of Tamika, the flogger still in his hand. She looked around the room. She could see that many of the white men sitting at tables had naked negro women kneeling at their feet, sucking their masters' cocks as they took pleasure in her punishment. She was disgusted by the whole scene and humiliated by her central role in it as the main attraction.
Whap!
The flogger landed right on Tamika's chest, striking both of her breasts across the nipples.
"Owww!" she yelped.
Whap!
Whap!
Whap!
Red welts rose on the hapless negro's bare breasts as the flogger landed on them again and again. Through her tears, Tamika could see the looks of arousal on the faces of the onlookers who were enjoying her pain and humiliation. To them, her ordeal was nothing more than sexual entertainment. Something to amuse them while other, slightly less unfortunate slaves, sucked their cocks.
Jake began using an upward swing with the flogger causing it to strike her breasts from below. Her abused mammaries flopped and bounced with each blow.
Whap!
Whap!
Whap!
Without warning, Jake went lower and brought the flogger down across Tamika's thighs. Angry red stripes quickly developed on her tender brown flesh. Going slightly higher, he directed the blows to her mound and sensitive pussy. She closed her legs to protect her sex from the beating.
"Open those legs up," ordered Jake sternly. "This is what got you in trouble to begin with."
"I can't help it!" Tamika pleaded. "It hurts!"
Jake reared back and struck Tamika's pussy with the flogger.
WHAP!!
"OWWW!" she cried out.
"You're going to take a few strokes on that cunt, nigger," Jake explained. "I can have your legs spread for you if you can't keep them open yourself. Naturally, you'll end up taking even more then."
Whap!
"What's it gonna be?" he asked. "You want me to have 'em forced open?"
"No, sir...," she sobbed. "I'll do it..."
Tamika moved her feet apart and waited for the blow. If this was what it would take to get this over with, she was going to do it. Jake smiled and moved his hand back before bringing the flogger up between the black woman's legs, striking her right across her crotch.
Whap!
Whap!
Whap!
"One more and we're done," said Jake. "But, it's gonna be a good one."
WHAP!!
"OWWW!" Tamika yowled.
It had taken all of Tamika's will power to keep her legs parted knowing what was coming. After the blow, she slumped down, the cuffs on her wrists the only thing keeping her standing upright. Her pussy throbbed with the pain of the beating.
"Let's see if you've learned anything," said Jake.
The gray bearded man pushed his hand between Tamika's legs. His touch was like fire on her beat pussy, but she valiantly kept her legs open and gave him complete access to her abused sex. She was certain he'd start over with the flogger if she failed to submit this way.
"That's better...," smiled Jake. "See, all it took was a firm hand and you learned something. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, sir," Tamika whimpered, wincing from the pain of his touch.
"I prefer, 'yes, sir, boss,' like a proper nigger would say it," said Jake. "Say it."
Tamika swallowed hard. Unsatisfied with beating her, Jake was determined to have her humiliate herself as well.
"Yes, sir, boss," said Tamika, her face burning with shame.
"Good girl," said Jake. "I'm taking the cuffs off now."
The white man reached up and unfastened the cuffs that had been securing Tamika's wrists. She stood naked on the stage, her shoulders slumped and her head bowed.
"Now, I think you owe your former owner an apology," said Jake. "I'm sure your behavior embarrassed him. It would have embarrassed me."
"I'm sorry, sir," said Tamika.
"I'm sure you are," Jake replied. "Go to him and apologize properly."
Tamika took a step towards the table where Tony and Jim still sat.
"Not like that," said Jake. "Crawl. Like the sorry nigger you are."
Swallowing hard, Tamika got down on her knees. She could feel the eyes of everyone in the room upon her. Suffering a beating the way she just had was bad enough, now she'd have to further humiliate herself by crawling like an animal. However, anything was better than another flogging. She put her hands on the floor and started crawling.
"No," Jake stopped her. "That won't do. You need to show just how sorry you are. Get down on your belly and crawl to him."
Tamika caught herself starting to turn her head to glare at Jake. That would have been a mistake, she realized. He might have had her put back in the wrist cuffs and whipped her again. She knew that she had no choice but to get down on her belly and crawl across the floor. Her powerlessness humiliated the negro woman.
Lowering herself to the floor, Tamika crawled. She could feel the cold linoleum against the bare skin of her naked breasts and thighs. The contact only served to aggravate the swollen welts on her flesh from the flogging she'd just received.
Without even looking, Tamika knew that all eyes were upon her, drinking in her shame. Even the black slave women sitting naked on the floor looked down at her as she crawled. Earlier, Tamika had felt embarrassed for them as they knelt between their owners' legs, sucking their dicks as they watched some poor nameless negress get whipped for their amusement. Now, these same women were looking down on her. Her humiliation was palpable.
"Hurry it up," said Jake, slowly walking along beside her.
Tamika almost said something, but thought better of it. Instead, she tried to crawl faster even though her body was in pain from the beating and having her welted flesh rubbing against the floor.
Finally, Tamika made it to where Tony was sitting. Immediately, she saw that he had some naked negro slave woman bobbing her head on his dick. Having to apologize to such a man in such a situation was incredibly demeaning. However, she had no choice.
"I'm sorry for embarrassin' you before, sir," said Tamika, looking up as best she could from the floor.
"Huh?" asked Tony, distracted, the slave woman still sucking his cock.
"I said I'm sorry for embarrassin' you before, sir," Tamika repeated. "I'm sorry for behavin' bad."
Tony grabbed the slave woman by the hair and lifted her head off his cock. It slipped out of her mouth with an audible pop and left a trail of saliva from her lips to the tip of his dick. Tamika watched, disgusted, as the slave woman shamelessly strained to get the white man's penis back in her mouth.
"Well, you're Jake's problem now, so it doesn't matter to me," said Tony. "He's doin' a good job straightenin' you out."
Tamika didn't know what else to say so she said nothing. Tony let go of the nameless slave woman's hair, allowing her to slurp his dick back into her mouth. She resumed bobbing her head up and down on it as he closed his eyes and savored the sensations. Tamika remained face down, naked on the club floor, ignored, fuming, and shamed.
"See?" asked Jake. "That wasn't so hard was it?"
"No, sir," replied Tamika.
Jake moved his foot and stepped on the back of Tamika's head, rocking her face against the floor.
"Say, 'no, sir, boss,'" Jake corrected her.
"No, sir, boss," Tamika spoke, her voice muffled having her face pressed against the floor.
"Say, 'I be a good nigger for you now, boss,'" Jake instructed her.
Was there no depth to which he wouldn't force her? Tamika was having a hard time saying anything so demeaning. Jake pressed his shoe harder against her head.
"Say it," he said sternly.
"I be a good nigger for you now, boss," whimpered Tamika into the floor.
"Say it like a proper nigger," Jake prodded. "You know what I mean. How a proper down home dumb nigger would say it."
"I be a good nigga fo' you now, boss," Tamika repeated.
"Good," replied Jake.
He lifted his his foot from Tamika's head and placed it on the floor next to her face.
"Show me what a good nigger you are and lick my shoes," ordered Jake.
Tamika started to turn her head towards Jake's foot, but he pulled it away.
"When I give an order, you say, 'yes, sir, boss,' and do it," Jake told her. "Understand?"
Again, Tamika fumed with anger and frustration. Hadn't he humiliated her enough already? Suddenly, Jake lifted his foot and put it down on the side of her turned head, the sole of his shoe on her face.
"Do you understand?" he repeated.
"Yes, sir, boss," answered Tamika. "I understand, boss."
"Excellent," said Jake, satisfied. "Now, what were you going to do?"
"Lick your shoes, sir," Tamika replied.
Jake pressed down on Tamika's cheek harder with his foot.
"Hmmm...," Jake mused. "Say it properly."
By now, Tamika was willing to do or say anything to get this scene over with. Having the white man resting his dirty shoe against the side of her face was incredibly humiliating, especially with everyone in the club looking on. Talking like some ignorant slave was embarrassing, but being corrected, scolded, and degraded was far worse. She knew she'd have to swallow her pride and submit to him or this would go on all night.
"I's gonna lick yo' shoes, boss," said Tamika, a tear rolling down her cheek resting on the floor. "I's gonna lick 'em to show you what a good nigga I am... is. A good, proper, down home, dumb nigga, boss. Is dat how you want it, boss?"
"That's exactly how I want it," smiled Jake. "Now, do it. Lick them clean."
"Yes, sir, boss," said Tamika, her tears flowing.
Jake lifted his foot from Tamika's face and set it on the floor. The debased colored woman moved her head close to the white man's shoe and timidly pushed her tongue out and touched it. They were dusty but she licked them anyways. She started by licking the toe and then moved towards the laces.
"That's the way, girl," said Jake. "Clean my shoes like a good nigger."
"Yes, sir, boss," said Tamika, stopping long enough to speak.
Tamika spent a couple minutes licking Jake's shoe while everyone near by watched. The act was both disgusting and humiliating. She understood very well that boot licking symbolized total submission and utter subservience.
"Do the other one," ordered Jake.
"Yes, sir, boss," replied Tamika.
Moving around on the floor, Tamika positioned herself so she could reach Jake's other foot. She started licking the shoe clean as she'd been ordered. Her tongue was dry and her jaw ached, but she knew better than to do anything but comply with her new owner's wishes. He stood over her for a few minutes as the black slave performed her demeaning task.
"All right, that's enough," said Jake at last. "Get up."
"Yes, sir, boss," said Tamika, her dry tongue impeding her speech.
On shaky legs, Tamika rose to her feet, her head bowed and her shoulders slumped in defeat. She was too ashamed to meet any one's gaze. Everyone in the room had witnessed her humiliation at Jake's feet; the white men who took pleasure in her pain and the negro slave women who willingly served them. As little as she thought of them all, she felt even lower now.
"Now, let's see if you've learned anything...," Jake started. "Display position."
So, it wasn't over yet, thought Tamika. There was still more public degradation in store for her.
"Yes, sir, boss," said Tamika.
Raising her arms up, Tamika put her hands behind her head. Not wanting to give her new owner any excuses for further "correction", she moved her feet as far apart as she could. Finally, she opened her mouth and lay her dry tongue flat on her lower lip. Jake smiled as he stood and looked her over.
"I guess you have learned something," he said.
Jake reached out and touched Tamika on the face, letting his finger tips brush over her tear streaked cheek. It was still dirty from where he'd rested his foot on her face. He put a couple fingers in her mouth as she stood passively and allowed this petty violation of her body.
Moving his hand down her body, Jake took hold of Tamika's nipples, pinching them between his thumbs and forefingers. She winced from the rough treatment of her tenders nips. Without warning, he lifted both her heavy breasts up by the nipples, stretching them painfully.
"You like that, girl?" he asked, his face inches from hers.
Tamika figured out what the right answer was.
"Yes, sir, boss," she answered, her voice straining. "I like it, sir."
"You do?" Jake replied. "You want me to pull harder?"
Tamika's tortured nipples were on fire now and her breasts ached from being stretched as well as the beating they'd suffered earlier. She definitely did not want him to pull harder.
"No, sir," she whimpered. "It hurts."
"So, you don't like it then?" asked Jake.
"No, sir, boss," answered Tamika.
"That's too bad," he said simply.
Jake tugged on Tamika's nipples even harder.
"Ow!" she yelped.
"Don't lie to me again," said Jake calmly.
"I'm sorry, sir," Tamika apologized. "I thought that's what you wanted me to say."
He released Tamika's punished nips from his grip and her heavy breasts dropped to her chest. Fresh tears rolled down her dirty cheeks.
"I want to hear the truth," Jake explained.
"Yes, sir, boss," Tamika told him.
Jake put a hand between her legs and roughly groped her sore pussy. Again, she winced from the pain as he touched the swollen welts left from her earlier flogging.
"Whose cunt is this?" he asked.
"Yours, sir," she answered immediately. "It's your cunt, sir."
"That's right," he agreed. "Good girl. Now, present holes."
Taking a quick look around, Tamika could see the smirks on the faces of many of the onlookers seated around the table. They'd all seen her earlier attempts to cling to some shred of dignity when she'd tried to resist Jake's inspection of her during the poker game. They'd all seen her glare at him in defiance. Now, much to their amusement, she was getting her comeuppance and being firmly put in her place.
So, it was especially humiliating that Tamika now had to submit to this particular degrading act, but, she knew better than to resist. Moving her feet far apart, the naked negress bent at the waist and leaned deeply forward. She could feel the cool room air on her exposed pussy and asshole. Her face burned with shame.
Without a word, Jake shoved his finger up into Tamika's vagina and moved it in and out, fucking her with it. Her pussy was still burning from the flogging and his touch was like fire on it.
"You like that?" he asked.
"No, sir, boss," she answered truthfully. "It hurts."
"Too bad," said Jake. "I like it."
After a few more strokes, Jake withdrew his finger and stepped back to drink in the form of his naked slave girl. Tamika remained standing there, bent over, her most intimate parts on display for all to see. Finally, he stood and picked up the leash from the table, clipping it to the collar around her neck.
"All right, girl," said Jake, jerking on the leash. "Time to go."
Tamika straightened up and took a step forward.
"Not like that," Jake stopped her. "You know how I want it."
"Yes, sir, boss," sighed Tamika.
Lowering herself to the floor, Tamika got on her hands and knees. She hoped he didn't expect her to crawl on her belly.
"Like this, boss?" she asked, looking up at him.
"That's right," smiled Jake. "Like an animal. Let's go."
Jake started walking and Tamika crawled along behind him at the end of the leash. She could see heads turning to watch as she made her way across the floor on her hands and knees. When they reached the door and went outside, it was dark.
"Up on your hind legs," said Jake after walking Tamika out the door.
"Yes, sir, boss," replied Tamika, getting to her feet.
At least she'd be walking now, thought Tamika. That was some small improvement in her situation. Jake tugged on the leash and led the naked slave girl down the path away from the Club Blanco y Negro.
Tamika suddenly realized she had no idea where she was going. She knew she wasn't going back to Tony's cabin, but it wasn't as if there was anything there for her. All she had was herself. Actually, upon further reflection, she knew she didn't even have that as Jake had just made abundantly clear. He now owned her. About that, there was no doubt.
Next: Chapter 15 - Tamika's New Home
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