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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
Rashanta was stunned by the reality of her sentence, thirty days and twenty lashes. She sat dazed as the young red haired deputy removed her shackles after returning her to the jail. Her tears had stopped by that time and she began trying to fathom how she'd be able to take it.
The guard led the negro prisoner down a corridor she was unfamiliar with, arriving finally at a counter in front of an open area. Sunlight streamed in through a couple of small windows set in one wall. An oscillating fan sat by one of the windows, stirring the hot sticky air around.
A blonde guard who Rashanta recognized as the one who'd collected her following her meeting with the district attorney sat behind one of two wooden desks there. Behind the desks was a wooden door with a frosted glass window. "Earl Baxter, Sheriff" was painted on the door in black block lettering.
"Hey, Bo," Rusty greeted the blonde deputy. "Got a new guest for the hotel come to see the sheriff."
"I see you got that nigger cleaned up," said Bo. "She was quite a sight. Those lawyers used her good."
"Yeah, we had some fun hosin' you off, didn't we, girl?" the red haired guard asked the black woman mockingly.
Rashanta's face burned. Being stripped and hosed off like livestock in front of the deputy and those two white male inmates had been quite humiliating. She blushed at the memory and the way the guard talked about it as if it were a joke.
"I bet you did!" observed Bo, rising. "Let's take her in to meet the man."
The blonde haired guard knocked on the door.
"Come on in," called a voice from inside.
Bo turned to Rashanta and winked at her with a broad smile on his face as he opened the office door. She cast her eyes downward. Rusty forcefully guided her inside.
Sheriff Baxter was a middle aged man with thinning hair that was turning grey. His mustache was still dark brown. He was wearing a khaki colored shirt with a badge shaped like a six pointed star. He was on the phone and looked up at the two white deputies who stood on either side of the black female prisoner in front of his desk.
"Take that thing off'n that nigger, Bo," ordered the sheriff with his hand over the phone's mouthpiece. "I can't understand why I gotta keep tellin' you I don't want them colored girls wearin' nothin' when y'all bring 'em in here."
"Sorry 'bout that, sheriff," apologized Bo as Earl returned to the phone conversation.
The blonde guard bent and grabbed the hem of the negro woman's prison gown and roughly pulled it up over head, leaving her standing nude. Instinctively she put one arm across her chest and her other hand in front of her crotch in a futile effort to protect her modesty.
"You better get those hands down!" warned Rusty, pushing Rashanta's arms down to her sides. "Sheriff don't cotton to no uppityness."
The black woman stood there naked between the two white guards, her chocolate colored nipples hardening in the cool air. An air conditioner occupied one of the windows here and the room was positively frigid compared with the outer office. The sheriff continued his phone conversation, seemingly oblivious to the nude negress standing completely exposed right there in front of him.
Rashanta's eyes wandered around the room as she waited. An assortment of photographs hung on the wall. Pictures of the sheriff shaking hands with various people. One picture showed him along with a pretty blonde haired woman and blonde teenaged boy. She recognized the boy as his son from the encounter outside the courthouse when she was arraigned.
Sheriff Baxter turned towards the naked prisoner as he began wrapping up his conversation a few minutes later. His eyes wandered up and down her brown body. She felt a shudder as she watched him take her in. She felt like an animal being examined by a man thinking of purchasing it. He hung up the phone.
"Ok, boys," said Earl, rising from his chair. "y'all can wait outside. Take that rag with you."
Bo picked up Rashanta's gown from where he'd dropped it on a chair and followed Rusty out the door, closing it behind them, leaving the nude colored woman alone with the uniformed older white man.
Earl put on a pair of half lens reading glasses, picked up a folder in front of him, and leaned back in his swivel chair. After a minute he looked over the glasses at the naked female inmate. He sat upright and then, taking off the glasses, stood up and made his way around the desk. Rashanta stood motionless, her heart pounding.
"So, you the car thief, eh?" started the sheriff. "Don't look like no car thief I ever saw. More like a street whore. But, whatever."
Sheriff Baxter started walking around her as if inspecting her naked body.
"Not bad, though," he mused to himself. "I bet you could get twenty dollars easy for a piece of that ass. Tits ain't half bad neither. Maybe twenty five."
Satisfied with his examination, the sheriff returned to his chair.
"It turns out I don't really care why you're here," he started. "Don't make no difference no how. Point is, you're here. While you're here, you're gonna act right. Act right, and it ain't so bad. Act up, and there'll be hell to pay. I ain't havin' no bullshit from no niggers. You'll do what you're told and you'll be respectful at all times. Do that, and you won't have no trouble."
"Now, nigger girls who're extra cooperative," he smiled, "well, they can have an even easier time of it. I see you in line for a whippin' tomorrow. There ain't much I can do 'bout that since the judge ordered it. However, I've got ways to make your stay more easy like. Regular prisoners got to go out on the chain gang an' keep the county cleaned up. My special nigger girls ain't gotta do none of that. I got better things for them to do. Easy things. Maybe even they even like it."
"Just what do I have to do to be 'extra cooperative?'" asked Rashanta. "And what are these 'easy things' you've got for me to do?"
The black woman could feel her indignation building inside her in spite of the fact she was completely naked, exposed, and vulnerable standing there alone in front of this uniformed white man. She knew the sheriff held power over her, but she'd already bargained with her body with the judge and lawyers. To have to submit to this uncouth character was just more than she could stand.
"Well, for starters I'd want you to drop the attitude, girl," the sheriff told her. "I'm jus' tryin' to make it easy for pretty colored girls that catch my eye. You jus' gotta put out for me an' my boys here along with the folks we bring by. I think you'll find an easier time on your back or on your knees than you would out in the hot sun chained to some ugly nigger while you pickin' up trash or diggin' ditches."
"I'm not a whore, whatever you might think," said Rashanta, holding her ground. "You and your 'boys' can probably just take me and rape me. I know I can't do much about it. But I won't be your whore. No thanks."
The sheriff frowned at hearing this.
"Sorry you feel that way, girl," Earl replied. "I ain't about rapin' no niggers. An' I keep my boys in line. I don't need to rape no nigger girl 'cause I got no shortage of 'em linin' up, beggin' me to use their holes. If'n you change your mind, you can come back here and beg me to use yours. In the meantime I'll jus' send you off to the general population."
Sheriff Baxter rose and walked to the door and opened it.
"Ok, boys," he called. "Take her to her new home. In the back. Don't want no special treatment. Shame."
Bo and Rusty each took one of Rashanta's arms and hustled her out of the sheriff's office and down the corridor. Rusty stopped to grab her orange prison gown. They took her, still naked, her breasts jiggling, past many cells. Other guards checked the nude black woman out as they passed going the other direction.
Finally they arrived at an empty cell. This one had only a single bunk bed and was smaller than the one she'd been in previously with Desiree. Bo opened the door and Rusty shoved Rashanta in. She heard the door clank shut behind her.
"You want this?" taunted Rusty, waving the orange prison gown at her. "Get on your knees and beg for it, bitch."
Rashanta sighed and complied. She didn't want to remain exposed so she sank to her knees.
"Please give me the gown," said the negress. "Please, sir."
"Awww," sneered the red haired guard. "How can I say no to such a pitiful display?"
Bo laughed.
"Alright, nigger," he continued. "That was ok. Now get up on your hind legs, turn around, and bend yourself over."
Rashanta stood and turned her back to the guards. She swallowed hard and bent over as the young deputy had ordered.
"Spread those cheeks, bitch," said the white man. "I want to see your holes. Then I'll give you your fuckin' rag back."
The negro woman reached behind herself and spread her ass out for the on looking white deputies. They both laughed. She was humiliated utterly. This was the most degrading thing she'd had to do yet. She fought back tears of shame.
Rusty threw the gown through the bars at the colored woman. It landed on her head. By the time Rashanta uncovered her eyes, the guards were walking away. She slipped the garment on and sat on her bunk.
On the one hand she was offended by the sheriffs offer of "special treatment" in exchange for sex. On the other hand it would hardly be the first time she'd made a deal like that. It was just that it was too much. She'd taken every humiliation so far and it was weighing heavily upon her
This was far worse than the way she felt after trading her body for advancement at her job or any of the other times she'd opened her legs or mouth in order to get what she wanted. This time she'd traded far more in order get that which she took for granted. This time she was completely powerless and at the mercy of her keepers. Turning down the offer was the only way she knew of to hold onto even a shred of dignity.
Actually, she was surprised that the sheriff didn't just rape her and be done with it rather than give her a choice. Maybe that would be even worse. Raping her would only violate her power over her own body. Complying with the sheriff's proposal would violate her power over own will, which was about all she had left in this vile place.
* * *
It was dinner time and Rashanta made her way through the chow line. A metal compartmentalized tray seemed excessive to Rashanta, since all she got was a big ladle full of overcooked pasta. A mix of elbow macaroni and spaghetti. No sauce. No vegetable. No meat. Pure fuel and nothing more.
The negro woman surveyed the mess hall and saw the cliques of black and white women at the tables and felt out of place. She spotted an empty one and made her way there and sat down. She started eating the tasteless starch only because her belly rumbled and this would quiet it.
Rashanta was startled when she suddenly realized she wasn't alone. Annie, the older dye blonde haired woman sat down across from her. A slender, though muscular woman, perhaps in her late twenties sat down next to her. She had long red hair parted in the middle and light freckles on her cheeks.
A very petite young black woman with long straightened black hair stood next to Annie with her eyes downcast. She couldn't have been more than nineteen or twenty. She was virtually flat chested, girlish, but her hips were wide and womanly.
Sitting next to Rashanta was a husky broad shouldered white woman who appeared to be in her early thirties. Her brown hair was cropped short, like a man's crew cut. In fact, at first the black woman thought the newcomer was a man, except that her large breasts were proof she was not. She had a tattoo on her shoulder of two symbols for female, a circle with a cross under it. The two symbols were interlocking.
"Hello, meat," Annie greeted her. "We seem to keep running into each other. Maybe it's an omen."
The older white woman smiled while her friends chortled, except for the petite black girl who stood silently.
"Thought I'd be sociable and introduce you to my friends," she went on. "This is Trixie," she said indicating the red head," and this is Babs," she nodded towards the heavy short haired woman sitting next to Rashanta.
The negress sat still, looking down at her tray.
"Ain't you got nothin' to say, bitch?" asked Babs with mock surprise. "You ain't so friendly and here I was takin' a likin' to you."
Babs put her hand on Rashanta's thigh. The white lesbian reminded the negress of a woman who worked on the loading dock back in her world. That worker had also looked at her that way. The thought of it had disgusted the slender negro.
"That's ok, though, bitch," she grinned. "We gonna be good friends anyhow. Ain't we?"
Rashanta looked up. Annie and Trixie looked on as Babs rubbed the negro woman's leg, working her hand up under her gown. She closed her legs tightly as the white woman got close to her pussy.
"Now that really ain't friendly!" exclaimed Babs. "I was jus' gettin' acquainted! That's all!"
"Now, Babs," said Trixie. "You'll have plenty of time for that later."
"True," agreed Annie, her hand idly stroking the petite colored girl's leg. "Plenty of time later."
Annie slipped her hand under the black girl's gown and clearly was groping her between the legs. Both women, Annie and the black girl, looked right at Rashanta and smiled as she did it. The girl's eyes closed half way as the white woman stroked her pussy right where she stood.
"Like my monkey, nigger?" asked Annie. "This is Tasha, my monkey girl. She likes having her coochie played with, don't you monkey?"
"Uh huh," agreed Tasha, her eyes still half closed.
"She's also a good pussy licker," Annie added.
"Uh huh," Tasha repeated, licking her lips.
"Niggers make good pussy lickers," the white woman went on. "You ever eat pussy, nigger?"
Rashanta blushed and said nothing.
"Awww, she's all shy now!" Babs mocked her. "I bet this one's a pussy licker, Annie. She just looks the part. You like dining at the Y, nigger? Yodeling up the valley?"
Trixie chortled at the expression. Rashanta felt trapped by the menacing white lesbians. She was also embarrassed by the actions of the black girl, who seemed to relish being a pet to Annie.
"Ok, Babs," said Annie, taking her hand down from between Tasha's legs. "Let's go."
The white women all got up from where they sat. Tasha looked disappointed that Annie's ministrations had stopped. Together they started to walk away.
"We'll see you later, meat," said Annie over her shoulder. "Ta ta for now."
Rashanta actually found herself trembling following the encounter with Annie and her friends. The big white woman's parting words were ominous. The negress tried to finish her pasta but couldn't gag any more of it down.
* * *
It was well after lights out. Rashanta couldn't sleep. The voices got her attention right away.
"Sheriff'll have my ass if'n he finds out," said a male voice.
"Don't be a pussy, Frankie," Annie's voice replied. "My monkey'll take good care of you for your trouble. Just open the fuckin' door and go use her while we have our fun."
Rashanta continued to feign sleep while she listened to the door slide open. She heard footsteps near her bunk.
"Be a good monkey and take care of the nice man," she heard Annie say.
"Uh huh," came the reply from Tasha.
"You can use the mouth or the asshole, Frankie," Annie informed him. "Leave the cunt hole alone, you got that?"
"Yeah, yeah, Annie," the male voice replied, "I hear you. Let's go, monkey."
Rashanta heard footsteps recede, but she could still hear breathing. She was afraid to open her eyes.
"Get the bitch up, Babs," Annie instructed.
The slender black woman felt a firm grip on her upper arm right before she was violently yanked to her feet by the white bull dyke. She opened her eyes when she felt her arms held painfully tight behind her back. She found herself staring into Annie's leering face.
"Well, well, well," started the older white woman, "looks like sleeping beauty's awake now."
"Get that off her," she ordered Babs. "Time to unwrap our present."
Rashanta felt the grip on her arms released and moments later her gown was swiftly lifted over head. She stood naked before the three white lesbians. Babs grabbed her arms again and held them even more tightly behind her back. The colored woman whimpered at the pain.
"You know," mused Annie, "I got the feeling this nigger thinks she's better than us. You feelin' that, Babs?"
"Distinctly," agreed Babs, pressing Rashanta's arms closer together and lifting the slender naked black woman onto her toes.
Rashanta cried out and looked around in a panic. Annie was right in her face. Trixie, her eyes shining, stood next to her. Outside the cell she could see the nude form of the petite Tasha kneeling in front of a uniformed guard, her head bobbing and hair swaying. There was no help in sight. She was completely at the mercy of these cruel white women.
"You might as well shut up, bitch," growled Babs in to Rashanta's ear. "Ain't nobody gonna lift a finger to help an uppity nigger like you."
"And such a pretty nigger, too," said Annie, stepping forward. "Pretty, but uppity. Shame really. Such a waste of a hot body on an uppity bitch."
Annie reached her hand out and began stroking Rashanta's breast.
"Mmmm, nice..." the older white woman said to herself. "Nice soft black titties. I like..."
The blonde's stroking went from gentle to rough. She grabbed the colored woman's mammary and squeezed causing the negress to cry out again.
"Shhh, baby..." Annie whispered, putting her face inches away from Rashanta.
The white woman reached out with her other hand and grabbed the negro's other breast and squeezed hard. She roughly massaged and mauled them while the slender black woman whimpered in pain.
"That's right, meat," the blonde cooed, squeezing still harder and twisting the soft dark flesh. "Take it for me. Take the pain for me like a good nigger."
Annie suddenly kissed Rashanta full on the lips, forcing her thick wet tongue into the colored woman's mouth, twisting her breasts painfully all the while. Babs pulled on her arms harder from behind and their prisoner was held fast and immobile. The negress struggled to turn her head away. She felt the grip on left breast released as Annie stepped back from her.
Whap! Rashanta saw stars from the power of the slap across her face. Annie looked angrily into her eyes.
"Don't you ever dis me like that again, nigger," snarled the lesbian. "I'll slap you into the middle of next week! I'm makin' nice with you. If you want me to play rough, I can do that, too. Right now I'm feelin' kinda sweet on you, but it's wearin' thin. Now pucker up, and give me a kiss, bitch."
Babs laughed in Rashanta's ear. The slender negro could smell Annie's breath as the white woman pressed her lips against hers, once again forcing her to accept her tongue into her soft mouth. The kiss went on for almost a minute.
Rashanta felt a hand between her legs. Annie roughly forced a finger into her dry pussy. She yelped in pain. The white woman pinched her nether lips. The negro felt the dyke's rough fingers on her sensitive clit. A moment later a searing pain shot through her as the blonde squeezed it mercilessly between her thumb and forefinger.
When finally the blonde pulled back, the negress gasped for breath, her face sloppy wet with the stronger woman's saliva.
"So, you sure you want this monkey, Babs?" Annie asked. "I don't think she likes girls."
"She'll come around," said Babs, pressing Rashanta's arms together behind her back until they touched and lifting the negress up onto her toes. "Won't you, sweetie?"
Rashanta didn't know how to answer that. Her face still smarted from the slap and her lips felt bruised from the rough kiss. Her breasts ached from being mauled by the strong white woman. Her pussy burned with pain.
"Shy, huh?" the bull dyke asked mockingly. "That's ok. I think it's sweet. You wanna eat my pussy, bitch? I bet you do. Niggers love white pussy."
Babs turned and threw Rashanta onto the floor. She stepped over to the prone black woman and rolled her onto her back with her foot and stood over her head. The big white woman knelt over her, pinning her arms and pushing her hairy pussy into the negro's face.
"Hold her legs, girls," said Babs. "She's a live one."
Annie grabbed one of Rashanta's legs and held it firmly. Trixie took the other. Together they spread the black girl wide, exposing her naked crotch.
"Now start licking, bitch," demanded the bull dyke, squatting down onto the black woman's face. "Lick my white pussy and make it good."
Rashanta struggled desperately, but to no avail. She was completely helpless and under control. Babs settled onto her face, covering her nose and mouth with her sweaty crotch so that the colored woman could no longer breath. She tried to get away, thrashing against her captors, but they were far too strong for her.
"You like breathin'?" asked Babs. "Then start lappin'"
Reluctantly Rashanta pushed her tongue out and tasted Babs' pussy. It was strong and musky. The idea of performing oral sex on another woman repulsed her. Especially one so mean and cruel as this one. The white woman lifted herself slightly and the negress gasped for breath.
"You can do better than that, meat!" complained Babs, unsatisfied.
The bull dyke started slapping the black woman's pussy in order to urge her on, like a jockey using a whip on a reluctant mount. Harder and faster she struck the sensitive flesh. The negress had no choice but to try to please her, if only to make the pain stop.
"That's more like it!" the white woman exclaimed. "Eat me good! Work it, bitch!"
Babs began rocking back and forth, never letting up on the pussy slapping. She rubbed her pussy over Rashanta's mouth, pressing her mound on the black woman's chin, essentially masturbating on the helpless negro.
"Fuck!" cried Babs, her orgasm building. "Fuck! That's it, monkey. Work it! Oh, fuck!"
The white woman's juices began to gush in the negress's face. She scooted herself forward slightly, the crack of her ass right on the slender negro's lips. The short haired woman slapped her captive's pussy with increased intensity as she climaxed.
"Now lick my asshole, nigger," the bull dyke demanded huskily. "Lick my sweaty asshole! Lick it! Shove your fuckin' tongue right in, nigger!"
Rashanta's cunt was on fire with pain from the relentless beating she was taking at Babs' hand. She licked the white woman's asshole as ordered, hoping to finish getting her off so that the slapping would finally stop and her ordeal would be over with.
"Fuck! Yeah!" Babs cried out, throwing her head back "Yes! Oh, you sweet thing... Oh..."
At last the steady blows to her sex ceased and Rashanta started to relax. She was breathing heavily when all of a sudden she felt a hot stream of liquid splash on her. At first she thought Babs was still cumming, but soon realized she was pissing on her face. The acrid smell filled her nostrils. She sputtered as the white woman's urine went into her mouth.
"Now you're my bitch, meat," said the bull dyke with finality. "You're my monkey now and you'll stay that way. Got it?"
Rashanta gagged on the foul liquid and couldn't speak. Babs urged her on with renewed blows to her bruised pussy.
"Answer me, meat!" demanded the white woman. "You're my bitch! Say it!"
"I'm your bitch," sputtered Rashanta, coughing.
"Show some respect!" Babs warned her ominously and underscored her words with a vicious blow between the colored woman's legs.
"Ma'am!" cried the negress. "I'm your bitch, ma'am! Please don't hurt my pussy any more! I'll be your bitch, ma'am. Just stop hitting me!"
"I'll do as I please, nigger," the white woman replied with a sneer. "An' right now, it pleases me to beat your coochie raw."
Whap! Whap! The painful blows continued on the battered black woman's sex. At last the tears she'd been holding back began to flow. And once they started, she sobbed pitifully.
Finally, Babs rose and stood over Rashanta's cringing body. The negress's chest heaved, her face was wet with the white woman's pussy juice and urine as well as her own tears. She felt the grips on her legs released and saw Annie and Trixie stand, too. Off in the distance she could hear Tasha still slurping on the guard's cock.
"Oh! Ahhh..." a male voice sounded. "Good monkey..."
"Sounds like Frankie's through, too," observed Annie. "Let's go. Nigger needs her sleep so she's rested up for her whippin' in the mornin'. And you know that judge will likely bone her again."
Babs laughed at that while Trixie giggled.
"Night night, meat," said Babs as she turned and followed the others out of the cell.
Her ordeal over with at last, Rashanta lay on the floor in a puddle of piss. She listened as the guard locked the door.
"Jesus, Annie!" she heard him exclaim. "What the fuck did you do to her?"
"Don't worry about it, Frankie," came Annie's voice. "You got what you wanted."
Rashanta listened to their footsteps recede into the darkness, leaving her alone, humiliated, and in pain from the brutal rape she'd been subjected to. Gradually those thoughts were replaced by anxiety over what awaited her in the morning. Twenty lashes of the whip. Her tears flowed again in earnest.
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