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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 morning had gotten off to a positive start for Tamika. She'd demonstrated her new cooperative attitude to Jake, the white man who'd won the colored slave girl in a poker game the night before, and had been rewarded by being allowed to move around the cabin and its grounds rather than being chained to a bed as she had been up until then.
Of course, she'd also been on receiving end of some degrading treatment and rather painful treatment. Still, Tamika managed to keep up her good behavior and now Jake had given her a name. Granted, "Blackie" was hardly a complimentary name for a woman, it being better suited to a dog. However, that was a step up from where she'd started.
Jake had spent the morning amusing himself by having Tamika crawl around naked in the yard until the poor slave girl couldn't go any more. Following that humiliating activity, he once again brought her to the brink of orgasm, this time using his bare foot on her naked crotch. She was embarrassed of the way she'd actually bucked her hips along with him in an effort to gain some form of sexual release, but had been unsuccessful.
When Earl had stopped by, he'd been impressed with Jake's new slave and had actually offered him a great deal of money for her. Tamika was ashamed at her own feeling of pride at hearing the offer and seeing the envy in her owner's friend's face.
For once, Tamika didn't mind so much when she'd been made to accompany Earl into the cabin and suck his dick until he came in her mouth. She'd even swallowed it all to further demonstrate her willingness to submit to her owner's will.
She could still taste the cum in her mouth as Tessie, Jake's long time slave, got her cleaned up in order to receive another visitor: Caitlin. Tamika was all too familiar with the arrogant young white woman with taste for treating slaves as animals. She was not looking forward to the upcoming encounter.
Tessie smiled with approval once she was finished washing Tamika's face.
"You gettin' a special treat today," said Tessie. "Miz Caitlin be comin' by to learn you some tricks. She's a real pretty white lady an' you is lucky to be gittin' some attention from her."
"I know who she is," said Tamika, from her hands and knees on the floor. "She met the group I came with by the dock. She rode in a cart pulled by a woman wearing a leather harness like she was an animal."
"Miz Caitlin is a fine white lady an' it ain't right fo' her to have to go trapsin' all over da damn place on her own," Tessie explained. "Dat 'woman' you talkin' 'bout ain't nothin' but a dumb animal what ain't good fo' nothin' else anyhow. She lucky to be servin' such a fine white lady."
Tamika thought that the unfortunate negro slave who was pulling the cart was anything but lucky to be doing it. However, it was clear that there was no point in pursuing that with Tessie. Still, she couldn't just leave the older woman's adoration of Caitlin unchallenged.
"Miz Caitlin had one of the women I was with brought up to her," Tamika went on. "They made her get down on her knees on the ground and lick her boots! I mean, the lady was old enough to be her mother! Then she stepped on her head and pushed it into the dirt!"
"That weren't no lady, girl," replied Tessie. "That was jus' a nigga. She was lucky to be da one picked to lick Miz Caitlin' boots. Lickin' a white lady's boots like dat shows respect. Miz Caitlin deserves respect, 'specially from some ol' bitch nigga. An' she got da right to put her foot down on da ol' bitch's head an' rub it in da dirt if it pleases her to do it! I bet all y'all got da message right den an' dere."
"We got it, all right," agreed Tamika, a hint of disgust in her voice.
"Time fo' you to go outside," said Tessie sternly. "But one mo' thing; you better act right fo' Miz Caitlin' when she come by. You is gonna be a respectful nigga or you is gonna git whupped an' go back in da chains. You got dat?"
"I was just sayin'," said Tamika, quietly. "That's all. I'll be good."
"All right den," replied Tessie, mollified. "By da way, you is gonna be lickin' her boots an' you is gonna do it nice an' respectful. An' if she feels like rubbin' yo' black face in da dirt, you is gonna take it an' be grateful gettin' some attention from such a fine white lady. Now, let's git goin'."
The idea of grovelling at Caitlin's feet sickened Tamika, but she knew she had no choice. She understood that the best way to handle the situation was to simply do whatever degrading things were asked of her and to take whatever humiliations were heaped upon her. To do otherwise would only make things worse.
Tessie tugged on the leash and walked to the front door with Tamika crawling along behind her. The older negress led the black slave girl over to where Jake and Earl were sitting, watching the road beyond the fence around the yard.
"Here's Caitlin now," Earl announced. "Looks like I got out here just in time."
"Looks that way," agreed Jake.
Tamika looked up and saw that Caitlin had indeed arrived. Like the first time she'd seen her, the young blonde was riding in a two wheeled cart being pulled by a leather harnessed negro woman whose left breast was marked with the number "479".
As before, thin leather straps also harnessed the otherwise naked slave's head and face, holding a black rubber ball gag firmly in her mouth. The cart was attached to the heavy body harness she wore with her hands secured behind her back. Silver bells attached to her nipples jingled merrily as she walked.
Tessie hurried to open the gate far enough to accommodate the pony cart. Caitlin tugged on the reigns to direct her slave to turn and enter the yard. Tamika was once again shocked by the animalistic appearance of the harnessed negress. Her dark brown skin glistened with perspiration and a thin line of drool hung off her chin and dripped onto her breasts. Her bondage and nakedness had truly reduced her to being a beast of burden.
For her part, Caitlin had the same aristocratic bearing that she'd exhibited when Tamika had first seen her addressing the newly arrived slaves. After bringing the cart to a halt, the young white lady waited for Tessie to help her out of her seat. The white blouse, tan riding pants, and black leather boots would have been appropriate attire for horse riding.
"Greetin's, Miz Caitlin, ma'am," Tessie greeted her.
"Good morning, Tessie," Caitlin replied.
The white lady smiled with air of superiority towards Tessie, a woman twice her age. Jake and Earl got up and walked over to where Caitlin parked her cart. Tamika crawled after them, still on the leash.
"Hey, Caitlin," Earl greeted her.
"Glad you could make it," said Jake.
"Oh, I had to come!" replied Caitlin brightly. "The famous Jake breaking a new slave in for the first time in years! I wouldn't miss this for the world. And, I definitely couldn't turn down the opportunity to help train the nigger bitch that brought him out of retirement."
Tamika could feel the hostility rising up inside her. She'd finally been able to take submitting to Jake, but he was a man and old enough to be her father. Hearing this spoiled white girl, a year or two her junior, talk about her this way was infuriating. However, she knew she'd have to suppress her feelings and do nothing that might embarrass her new owner.
"Well, this nigger kind of just came to me," Jake said. "It's not like I specifically sought a new one out to break in."
"Did you really win her in a poker game?" asked Caitlin.
"That's true," allowed Jake. "It's been a while since I've seen a slave used to match a raise. But, I had a straight flush, so I figured why not?"
"Why not, indeed," mused Caitlin as she slowly looked Tamika over. "Hmmm... five oh two... This one's from the batch that arrived a couple weeks ago. Don't remember her, though. She looks perfectly docile now. How much breaking in did she require?"
"Oh, not that much," Jake told her. "Her only owner was the tourist I won her from. He didn't put much effort into her training so she was a little rough. However, once she understood her place and what was expected of her, she came around nicely. I think Blackie will be a fine nigger with more training."
Tamika felt a strange mix of pride and shame at Jake's words. He was praising her, and she found herself happy to hear it. Still, it was hardly complimentary on the broader scale. He was talking about her as if she were an animal.
"Blackie?" Caitlin's eyebrows rose. "You actually named her? Impressive. I don't remember you naming a nigger since you got Tessie."
"Back when I was breaking slaves in regularly, it was pretty much just for profit," Jake explained. "No need to name them if I'm just going to sell them again in a week. I plan on keeping Blackie for a while."
"So, Tessie will have some competition for your attention?" Caitlin smiled, turning towards the older negress. "What do you think about that, girl?"
"I ain't mind Mista Jake gittin' a new nigga, long as he keeps me, too, ma'am," Tessie replied.
"Of course you don't," Caitlin responded. "You're such a good nigger. Most of the time I come to visit, it's just to see you."
"You too kind, Miz Caitlin, ma'am," blushed Tessie bashfully.
"Oh, it's true," Caitlin went on. "Most of the niggers here know there place and serve their betters properly. But you're a natural, Tessie. You love it. Don't you?"
"Yes, ma'am," agreed Tessie. "I sho do love it. I love servin' Mista Jake an' his friends an' I love servin' a pretty white lady like you, Miz Caitlin. Y'all make me feel special."
"That's sweet, but you know how I like to be a little mean to colored girls now and then," Caitlin said.
"I ain't mind that, neither, ma'am," said Tessie. "I like bein' useful to you. If you like bein' mean to a nigga, I hopes you be usin' me fo' it. I wanna take it fo' you, Miz Caitlin."
Caitlin turned her head towards Jake. Tamika looked on, puzzled.
"May I?" she asked him.
"Of course," agreed Jake. "You're always welcome to enjoy my slaves."
"Thanks," replied Caitlin.
The white lady gazed into Tessie's eyes for a moment before raising her hand and slapping the negress across the face.
Whap!
Tamika's jaw dropped. She was not expecting anything like this. She couldn't help but wonder if she'd be taking a slap across the face from Caitlin, too.
"Did you like that, Tessie?" smiled Caitlin. "I did."
"Yes, ma'am!" answered Tessie.
Whap!
Caitlin slapped Tessie again.
"Yes, you love it, don't you, you dumb nigger..." mused Caitlin. "You love feeling the hand of your better, isn't that right?"
"Yes, ma'am," replied Tessie.
Whap!
Once more Caitlin brought the palm of her hand across Tessie's face. Tamika could see the older negress's eyes watering, but her cheeks were flush with excitement. Could she really be enjoying it?
"Now, what should I do with these huge udders?" Caitlin asked herself.
Using the thumb and forefinger of her hands, Caitlin took hold of Tessie's nipples and began to lift her heavy breasts up, stretching them out. The older negress winced in pain.
"Does that hurt, girl?" asked Caitlin, smiling sweetly.
"Yes, ma'am," Tessie answered, her voice labored. "It hurts bad, ma'am."
"Oh!" replied Caitlin in mock surprise. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No, ma'am," said Tessie. "Not if you enjoyin' yo'se'f, ma'am."
"So, you want me to lift them higher?" Caitlin teased.
"Yes, ma'am," replied Tessie. "Please, ma'am. Please lift 'em up higher."
"You mean these big black nigger cow udders?" Caitlin asked.
"Yes, ma'am," answered Tessie. "Please lift my big black nigga cow udders up higher, ma'am."
Caitlin lifted Tessie's breasts up until they were stretched to the limit. Tears rolled down the big black slave woman's cheeks. After almost a minute, the blonde released her grip on the older negress's nipples and her huge mammaries flopped down onto her chest.
"Thank you, ma'am," gasped Tessie. "You is too kind to dis ol' nigga."
"Well, you're a fine nigger, Tessie," smiled Caitlin. "Why don't you get down and pay your respects."
"Yes, ma'am!" replied Tessie, eagerly.
Tamika was still shocked at the way Caitlin had treated Tessie just now and was even more surprised at how happy the older woman was to be on the receiving end of it. She watched as Tessie got down on her hands and knees at Caitlin's feet and, bowing her head down, began licking the young white woman's black leather riding boots. After a minute or two, the blonde was satisfied.
"Good girl," said Caitlin warmly.
"Thank you, ma'am," said Tessie, looking up at Caitlin smiling down on her.
Tamika saw the look of adoration on the older slave's face and couldn't believe it. How could Tessie not only take that kind of degrading treatment, but actually be grateful for it?
"Well, I should take care of my pony before I do anything else," said Caitlin.
The harnessed black slave had remained standing there, her eyes downcast. Saliva drooled out of her ball gagged mouth and dripped on her bare breasts, running across the "479" marked on the left one. Tamika understood the shame the unfortunate negro must be feeling at being treated like an animal. Caitlin took a few steps over towards the cart.
"Are you thirsty, pony?" asked Caitlin sweetly.
479 silently nodded her head.
"You know the rules," Caitlin explained. "You have to make water to get water. Understand?"
Again, the gagged slave girl nodded. Caitlin turned to Jake.
"Do you mind if my pony makes water on your lawn, Jake?" she asked.
"It's fine by me," he answered.
Caitlin turned back to 479.
"Get to it, pony," she ordered.
Immediately, 479 squatted down. With everyone watching her, the negro slave peed in the grass like an animal. Given the way her body and even her face was harnessed in leather straps, Tamika thought she looked more like a beast than a woman. She was embarrassed for her.
"Okay, Tessie, go get the hose so I can give her a drink," said Caitlin.
"Yes, ma'am," Tessie replied.
Tessie hurried off to where a garden hose was connected to a water faucet on side of the cabin. She turned on the water and returned with the hose.
Caitlin bent down and removed the ball gag from 479's mouth. Taking the hose from Tessie's hand, she held it up in front of her slave's mouth so she could reach it.
"Drink up, pony," said Caitlin.
479 bowed her head down to the stream of hose water and took a long drink. When she'd had enough, she straightened up and stood passively while Caitlin put the ball gag back in her mouth and fastened it tightly behind her head. Tamika was astonished at how the slave just took it and allowed herself to be an object for the snooty blonde woman.
Caitlin handed the hose back to Tessie who hurried to turn off the water and put it away. The white lady turned towards Tamika who was still on the ground on all fours.
"Now it's your turn to pay your respects, Blackie," Caitlin said to Tamika. "Get over here and get to it."
Her stomach turning in knots, Tamika looked around to see all eyes upon her. Caitlin, Jake, Earl, and even Tessie looked on with expressions of expectation on their faces. Knowing she had no choice, the young negro woman crawled to where the blonde stood. Lowering her head down, she started licking her boots. Her face burned with shame.
Suddenly, Caitlin lifted the foot Tamika was attending to and placed it on the back of her head, pressing her face into the grass.
"You will acknowledge orders by saying "yes, ma'am" to me," Caitlin said curtly. "To do otherwise shows a lack of respect."
"I'm sorry, ma'am," replied Tamika, her voice muffled by the ground.
Caitlin pushed down harder, rocking Tamika's head under her boot.
"You certainly are a sorry nigger," said Caitlin. "You should be grateful that your owner is taking such an interest in your training."
"Yes, ma'am," Tamika tried to speak. "I'm grateful, ma'am."
Lifting her foot off of Tamika's head, Caitlin placed it on the ground in front of her.
"Good," smirked Caitlin. "Now, get back to what you were doing."
"Yes, ma'am," said Tamika. "Thank you, ma'am."
Although what she really wanted to do was to stand and slap the arrogant white bitch, Tamika resumed licking Caitlin's riding boots. The blonde allowed the demeaning act to continue for a few minutes.
"Enough," said Caitlin.
"Yes, ma'am," Tamika responded, struggling to suppress her anger. "Thank you, ma'am."
"That's better," Caitlin smiled. "Now, I'll need someplace a little more private for the next part."
"Feel free to use the cabin," offered Jake. "We'll wait out here."
Tamika shuddered at what Caitlin might have in mind for her inside.
"Let's have the leash, nigger," Caitlin directed Tamika.
Picking up the leash handle, Tamika offered it to Caitlin.
"Not like that," Caitlin replied, shaking her head. "Pick it up in your mouth like the black dog you are."
"Yes, ma'am," said Tamika.
Tamika dropped the leash to the ground before picking it up in her mouth. Looking up at Caitlin, she waited for the blonde to take it from her.
"Surely, you don't expect me to bend down for it?" said Caitlin with mock incredulity. "Up on your knees so I can reach it."
Slowly, Tamika rose to her knees with the leash handle hanging out of her mouth. Caitlin watched with her hands on her hips.
"Is that the best you can do?" she asked.
Swallowing hard, Tamika lifted her arms and presented her "paws" as Jake had taught her earlier. Being a dog for Caitlin was powerfully humiliating, but she had no intention of losing the status she'd gained, low as it may be.
"Now, that's just adorable!" smiled Caitlin happily. "Did you teach her that, Jake?"
"I taught her a few tricks before you got here," replied Jake. "I'm glad you like them."
"Oh, I love it!" Caitlin assured him. "It's precious."
Caitlin took the leash handle from Tamika's mouth and started towards the cabin. The black slave girl got back onto her hands and knees and crawled along behind the young blonde. Given how she'd been treated with others watching, she shuddered at what would happen inside where no one else could see it.
Next: Chapter 20 - Tamika Gets Used by Caitlin
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