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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
Tamika's mind was still reeling even as Jake led her away from Club Blanco y Negro at the end of a leash. The gray haired white man had just won the hapless negro slave girl in a card game and was taking her home with him. She had no idea where she was going and simply followed along like a new pet.
After her previous owner had lost her to a straight flush, Tamika's first reaction was to resist Jake's dominance of her by failing to obey his commands and glaring at him after finally complying. This had proven to be a serious error in judgment as the white man immediately administered correction by flogging her naked body on the main stage of the club, much to the delight of the other patrons. Her body still ached from the punishment and she could feel it with every step.
Following that ordeal, Jake made Tamika to crawl across the filthy floor on her belly to apologize to Tony, her former owner, for the imagined slight of embarrassing him by being disrespectful after he ordered her to submit to a humiliating inspection. There seemed no limit to what her new master would do to force her into submission.
Now, naked, collared, and leashed, Tamika walked along behind Jake, her eyes focused on the ground, trying to imagine what lay in store for her.
It turned out Tamika didn't have long to wait to see where she was going. Unlike Tony and Jim, Jake had a fairly spacious cabin not far from the club. He led his new slave up the walk. The door opened as they approached.
Standing inside the doorway was a heavy set older negress wearing a thread bare cotton dress with a faded floral pattern on it. The light colored bandana she wore as a scarf on her head made her look like an Ante Bellum era slave from an old movie. This was the first black woman Tamika had seen on the island whose breasts were not exposed.
The older negro slave smiled as Jake approached with Tamika trailing behind him on the leash. Her toothy grin contrasted with her dark complexion.
"Greetin's, Mista Jake," she said happily, her eyes roaming over Tamika's naked body. "I sees you gots you a new nigga fo' yo'se'f."
"That's right, Tessie," replied Jake. "Won her from some tourist type in a card game at the club. She needs some work, but it'll be like old times breaking her in."
"Oh, you da best at dat, boss" said Tessie, still grinning.
Jake continued leading his new charge up to the door as Tessie retreated into the cabin. The big colored woman swung her hips in an exaggerated fashion as she walked. Clearly, this older negress knew what her "boss" liked to see and had no shame about showing it to him, thought Tamika with disgust.
"Take her and clean her up," said Jake, handing Tamika's leash to Tessie.
"Yes, sir, boss," replied Tessie. "I clean her up good fo' you, Mista Jake."
"Good girl, Tessie," said Jake. "I know you will."
Tamika was further sickened seeing Tessie beaming with pride at Jake's words. She had to be the most shameless slave she'd encountered so far. Jake walked off across the main room of the cabin and went through a door on the other side.
As soon as Jake was out of sight, Tessie led Tamika through another door. Inside was a small bathroom, complete with a shower stall. It had been quite a while since the new slave girl had the opportunity to wash anywhere other than under cold water sprayed from a garden hose.
Tessie put her hand on Tamika's back and nudged the slave girl into the shower stall. She flinched at the older negress's touch on her welted flesh.
"Damn, girl!" exclaimed Tessie. "You look like you got yo' ass beat good. What you do t' git a whuppin' like dat?"
Tamika said nothing, having no interest in being engaged in conversation by the fat slave woman.
"Ain't in da mood fo' talkin', huh?" mused Tessie. "Well, you ain't gotta tell me fo' me to know what happened. You fo'got yo' place an' got disrespec'ful. Mista Jake ain't stan' fo' dat an' took you an' whupped you good. Ain't that 'bout right?"
Doing her best not to react, Tamika just stood there in the shower stall, hanging her head.
"Thought so," said Tessie, shaking her head slowly. "Looks like you took a few strokes 'tween da legs, too. Couldn't jus' give dat coochie up wit'out fussin', huh? Bet you wish you jus' gave it up now. You'll learn."
Tessie turned the shower on and Tamika felt the warm water on her abused flesh. The older negress soaped her up and began washing her body. The welts stung, but it did feel good to have a proper shower for a change and actually get clean. It was a relief to get the grit and grime from the club's floor off of her.
Tamika flinched when Tessie ran the soapy rag between her legs and washed her tender pussy. The heavyset slave woman seemed unconcerned and continued to do a thorough job on the young black woman's private parts despite the discomfort it obviously caused her.
"Keep dem legs open an' it'll be over wit' quicker," said Tessie after Tamika tried to shy away from the washcloth. "'sides, dis ain't nothin' to what it's gon' be like when Mista Jake sticks his dick up dere."
Again, Tamika said nothing. Instead she stood stoicly and took the rough washing and fumed silently to herself. Tessie finished up by washing the crack of the younger slave girl's ass. Finally, she rinsed her off.
"Git on out so's I kin dry yo' ass off," Tessie directed her.
Tamika stepped out of the shower stall and waited while Tessie toweled her off. Once she was dry, she was led out of the bathroom and across the main room of the cabin.
This room was furnished better than Tony's cabin had been. It was more like a regular living room in a nice home instead of a rustic cabin. A couch, chairs, coffee table, and even a rug on the floor.
Tessie didn't give Tamika any time to take it all in, though. Instead, she quickly led the young black woman to a room off the main room. Inside were two large beds. One was made up with pillows and a thick quilt. The other was simply a mattress covered in a sheet.
While Tamika was still looking around, Jake stepped into the room wearing a bathrobe. Smiling, he let his eyes slowly roam over the negro woman's naked body as if admiring a work of art. She turned her head away, her face burning with shame.
"Good job getting her cleaned up, Tessie," said Jake. "Get her ready to use."
"Yes, sir, boss," replied Tessie. "I do her up good fo' you."
Going to a chest at the foot of the bed, Tessie opened it up and took out several leather straps. Tamika got a bad feeling about them, knowing they were for her. Jake simply stood by and watched.
"Stan' still while I dese on you," directed Tessie.
The older slave put the leather cuffs on Tamika's wrists. Squatting down, Tessie put cuffs on the black girl's ankles. Standing back up, she pointed to the bed with only a sheet covered ma-tress.
"Lay yo' ass down," ordered Tessie.
Climbing into the bed, Tamika lay on her back. Tessie went back to the chest at the foot of the bed and opened it up. A metallic jingle was clearly audible as the older negress pulled a handful of chains out.
Tamika suddenly got a queasy feeling deep in her stomach. She'd fully expected that her new owner would be having his way with her. She was not expecting to be chained down while he did it.
"Hold still, now," Tessie instructed her.
Without further preamble, Tessie clipped a chain to the collar around Tamika's neck and clipped the other end to a steel ring bolted into the top of the bed frame. The young slave girl was now secured to the bed. She started to feel a little panicked and started squirming.
"Don't be fussin' while I's gittin' you fixed up," warned Tessie. "Mista Jake ain't gonna take kindly to it."
The threat was not lost on Tamika. Glancing quickly towards Jake, she lay still as Tessie put a clipped a short chain to the leather cuff around her wrist, and fastened the other end to another ring at the nearest corner of the bed frame. There wasn't even enough slack to move her hand more than a few inches. The older negress repeated the procedure on the young slave girl's other wrist and her arms were spread and secured.
Next, Tessie clipped a slightly longer chain to one of the ankle cuffs and lifted Tamika's leg up until her knee was almost touching her chest. With one motion, she fastened the chain to the same ring the wrist cuff was attached to.
Moving back to the foot of the bed, Tessie connected the last chain to Tamika's other ankle and brought it up until she could secure it through the ring in the head of the bed. The negro slave's legs were now spread so wide over her head that her pussy lips parted.
Looking down, Tamika could clearly see her slit. Jake stood at the foot of the bed, clearly enjoying the view of his new slave girl with her legs obscenely splayed open. In fact, her vagina was displayed more prominently that her face, making it clear what was the most important thing to her new owner.
"Dat how you want her, boss?" asked Tessie, seeking approval. "Kin you see ev'rythin' okay?"
"That's fine, Tessie," answered Jake, never taking his eyes off of Tamika's bound form. "Good job, girl."
Tessie smiled bashfully at the praise and stepped back from the bed. Again, Tamika felt disgusted by the older woman's subservience to this twisted white man. How could she eagerly act as Jake's accomplice in reducing a fellow black woman to nothing more than sexual object, helplessly bound and vulnerable to whatever perversion struck his fancy.
Jake stepped closer to the bed as Tamika looked at him through her spread legs. He let his robe fall open, revealing a stiff erection, the head of his dick was almost purple. The young negro woman knew that his arousal was a direct result of her helplessly exposed position. She hated how he was getting off on her situation.
Climbing up onto the bed between her legs, Jake lowered himself until his cock head was poking between Tamika's pussy lips. Without further preamble, he simply shoved his full length into her cunt. She was spread so far open that the white man was able to easily enter her despite her lack of lubrication.
The pain of penetration made Tamika wince. Her vagina was still sore and swollen from the beating she'd received from Jake at the club earlier that evening. She lay there, immobilized, while the white man violated her; pumping his cock in and out of her tender pussy.
Tamika took it silently as Jake fucked her. The only sound was the creaking of the bed and the white man's grunts as he pounded into the colored slave woman. After what seemed much longer than the five minutes that elapsed during the act, the gray bearded man ejaculated into the negro's vagina.
As soon as the last of his seed had been deposited in Tamika's womb, Jake withdrew from her and stood. Shamed to her core, the hapless black woman turned her head away, unable to look at him. She could feel the semen leaking out of her pussy and drooling down the crack of her ass.
Tessie had been standing by, watching the entire time. As soon as Jake was finished, she pulled her dress off over her head, leaving her naked. Tamika saw the number "56" on one of the saggy breasts resting on her belly. Clearly, she'd been on the island for some time.
Slowly, Tessie knelt at Jake's feet and looked up into his face. Wordlessly, and without breaking eye contact, the old slave woman took her master's cock into her mouth and noisily slurped on it, sucking the semen and vaginal juices off of it.
"Good girl," smiled Jake, putting his hand on Tessie's head.
"Thank you, sir," blushed Tessie, smiling bashfully on her knees.
The sight of the older negress happily humbling herself at the white man's feet angered Tamika almost as much as the way Jake had just taken advantage of her, essentially raping her bound body. However, she knew there was nothing she could have done to stop him. She was completely powerless in this situation.
"Go clean her up, Tessie," ordered Jake, closing his robe.
"Yes, sir!" Tessie agreed enthusiastically.
Remaining on her knees, Tessie made her way to the bed where Tamika was bound. The old colored woman climbed up on the mattress and lowered her head to the young negress's crotch and began noisily lapping up her master's cum.
Tamika did her best to ignore the pleasurable sensation of Tessie's soft warm tongue on her sensitive pussy. She remembered the mixed feelings she had when Wanda had used her mouth on her; how she'd been repulsed by the idea of such intimacy with another woman, but unable to resist being aroused by how good it felt.
This time, it was even worse. She'd at least liked Wanda and knew that she was only trying to make things easier on herself by going along to get along. On the other hand, she despised Tessie who seemed to actually enjoy ingratiating herself to Jake and eagerly grovelling at his feet. The last thing she wanted was to have these feelings in response to the old black woman's actions.
Without noticing it, Tamika had started unconsciously bucking her hips as Tessie continued licking her pussy. With a start, the young colored woman realized that the "cleaning" process had gone on far too long and it was starting to feel far too good. She tried to stop humping, but she couldn't. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own.
Glancing towards Jake, Tamika could see the white man grinning at her. Humiliated, she realized that he knew exactly what was going on; that she was no longer in control of her body and couldn't stop her responses to what Tessie was doing to her.
Tamika could feel the soft warmth of the older slave woman's tongue going up and down the length of her slit, occasionally teasing her now swollen clit. Now and then she'd feel Tessie push her tongue into her pussy and fuck her with it. She couldn't help but hump back. To her shame, she felt herself approaching orgasm.
"That's enough, girl," said Jake suddenly.
Immediately, Tessie stopped her ministrations and moved away from Tamika's pussy. The bound slave woman was left humping alone, desperate for release. She whimpered in frustration.
After it became clear that that was all she was getting, Tamika calmed down. Opening her eyes, she saw Jake looking down at her, a bemused expression on his face. Tessie was on her knees next to him, her face glistening with wetness and an expression of smug satisfaction.
"I don't think she wanted you to stop," chuckled Jake.
"You right 'bout dat, boss," said Tessie. "Dat one be humpin' like crazy. She be actin' all stuck up 'fore now, but you kin see she ain't nothin' but a slutty bitch nigga."
"Definitely," agreed Jake. "Maybe later I'll let you finish her off. For now, she can just lay there and look pretty."
"Yes, sir, boss," Tessie replied.
Tamika's face burned with both anger and shame. What kind of man would take such pleasure in humiliating a helpless woman? What kind of woman would be so aroused despite such treatment? She fumed as Jake and Tessie continued to watch her laying there naked, her legs spread and her feet secured over her head. She'd never felt so objectified and degraded as she did at this moment.
"I think I'll go relax in the other room for a bit," said Jake after a minute or two. "You stay and keep her company. You can put your dress back on for now."
"Yes, sir, boss," Tessie responded.
Jake walked out of the room leaving the two black women alone. Tessie picked her dress up and pulled it on over her head. Tamika lay chained to the bed, sore, exhausted, and thoroughly humiliated. She knew her new owner would be returning soon and probably use her again. How much more would he expect her to take? She was certain that she'd find out soon enough.
Next: Chapter 16 - Tamika's New Attitude
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