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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
From her vantage point on the stage, Rashanta watched the white men enter the club. Feelings of panic rose inside her. She was naked, suspended from the ceiling by her wrists and ankles. Her arms were spread above her. Her legs were spread so wide in front of her she could feel the strain in her groin.
The naked negress drooled through the ball gag stuffing her mouth leaving trails of saliva hanging off her chin and dripping onto her bare chest. Her shaved sex was splayed open and she could feel the cool room air wafting over pussy and asshole. She was totally vulnerable and completely exposed.
Bright lights shined on her and made it difficult for Rashanta to make out the white men at the bar, getting their drinks, and sitting at the tables in the club room. The sounds of many simultaneous conversations made it impossible to hear what they were saying. Occasional laughter got her attention, and she imagined they were laughing at her, the naked black woman, obscenely displayed on stage.
Rashanta could hear the loud clack of billiards balls coming from the pool tables in the back, so she knew not all eyes were upon her. In a way, that knowledge humiliated her even more. On the one hand, being displayed this way, her most private parts spread for all to see, was very embarrassing and gave her no small amount shame.
But on the other, to have these other men ignore her and go about playing games and talking amongst themselves was a greater humiliation. It made the slender black woman feel like nothing more than a living centerfold hanging on the wall. It was as if her body, her humiliation, her pain, and even her very self only served as a thing to titillate and amuse these strangers.
After a time, a bearded big man with light brown hair, dressed in jeans with suspenders and a plaid shirt stood with another similarly attired thin clean shaven man with black hair and wearing a baseball cap. They both looked her over hungrily.
"I tell you what, buddy," said the bearded one, "that's a fine piece of nigger meat if ever I saw one! I'm ready to give her a hot beef injection right this here minute!"
"C'mon, Bubba! Don't tell me you gonna do her in here!" exclaimed the one with the cap. "I 'spect that kinda shit from Jimmy. That boy's got no fuckin' shame whatever! Remember when he just ass fucked that fat nigger a while back. He jus' don't give a shit who's watchin'"
Rashanta tried to shift a little to relieve the stress on her leg muscles. The pullies creaked a little in response to her movements. She felt a another droplet of saliva drip from her chin onto her breast.
"Hey, it's only five bucks to fuck her in here," replied Bubba. "I'm on a budget, Lenny! My old lady ain't gonna notice five bucks gone. Ten for the back room's another story."
"Do what you like," said Lenny, shaking his head. "I wanna be alone with that, I tell you what. Havin' folks lookin's just gonna spoil my fun. Ten bucks is damn cheap for a nigger like that. Jus' look at that poontang! Damn! Word has it she ain't hardly been ass fucked neither. Still nice and tight."
The black woman blushed at their words. Hearing the tightness of her asshole being common knowledge and a topic for discussion added to her shame. It humiliated her to listen to these men talk about her as though she weren't even there.
"Yeah," agreed Bubba. "Some o' these ho's are all loose and sloppy. All fucked out, ya know what I mean?"
"Better use this one quick," Lenny went on, laughing. "'Fore she gets all stretched out."
Rashanta wanted to turn her head away and block all this out, but her bonds held her fast. She was just a thing to these white men. A thing to be used and dismissed.
"Table's open," Bubba said, looking over his shoulder to the back of the room. "Maybe I'll get them five bucks from you and fuck this nigger fo' free!"
"Like hell, Bubba," Lenny chided him. "You ain't gonna be shootin' straight with a hard on in your pants!"
"We'll jus' hafta see 'bout that!" laughed Bubba.
The two white men walked back towards the pool tables leaving Rashanta alone again. After a few minutes Miriam walked up to the stage along with a broad shouldered white man wearing a business suit.
"So, this is the new nigger, eh?" he said rhetorically. "Not bad. Not bad at all. You can still see the whip marks on her. Especially on her left tit. But who cares? I kinda think she looks better that way."
"Yes, she is quite attractive," agreed Miriam. "Earl says she's still not broken in completely, but she seemed perfectly respectful to me."
"Well, done up like this, it don't really matter if she's broke in or not!" laughed the white man. "This way, she just has to take it and like it! The breakin' in'll take care of itself. Personally, I like a little resistance in them. More satisfying that way."
"I'm confident you'll be pleased with her, Roger," said Miriam, looking right into Rashanta's eyes. "You know how my girls are. Your pleasure is their only concern."
Rashanta averted her eyes from the white lady's gaze. She was a toy to the man and merchandise to the lady. She shifted around a little and felt a pool of saliva on her chest run down her side. Miriam looked at her wrist watch.
"It's almost time to get started," said the white lady. "Excuse us."
"Er, yeah," said Roger distractedly, his attention focussed on Rashanta's naked body.
The white man stood and admired the negress's exposed charms for a few moments and then turned and headed for the bar. Miriam climbed up on the stage.
"Comfy, girl?" the white lady smiled.
Rashanta understood that trying to tell her that her wrists and ankles hurt and that her legs were stretched painfully would be impossible with the gag in her mouth would be unintelligible. She didn't want to displease Miriam. But her bladder was full and she was afraid she couldn't hold it for the rest of the evening. She nodded, the drool hanging off her chin swung back and forth before dripping on her chest.
"Good!" exclaimed Miriam. "I'm glad to hear it. Are you ready for use now?"
"Un ah ee," said Rashanta through the gag.
"What are you saying, girl?" asked the white lady, reaching behind the bound negro to unfasten her gag.
"I have to pee, ma'am," the colored woman said softly. "I's sorry."
"Oh, don't be sorry, girl!" Miriam smiled. "This works out perfectly!"
Rashanta was both embarrassed and puzzled. Surely it was going to be inconvenient to take her down so she could pee. Miriam looked around the room.
"Desiree!" called the white lady. "Bring the bucket. Your friend wants to pee for us!"
"Yes, Miz Miriam," said the big black girl who went to the bar and returned with a metal bucket.
"Now, let's just put your gag back in...," Miriam said to herself as she stuffed the red ball into Rashanta's mouth and fastened it tightly behind her head. She turned to Desiree. "Desiree, hold the bucket for your friend."
"Yes, ma'am," said Desiree, climbing up on the stage and holding the bucket under Rashanta's crotch.
"Gentlemen!" Miriam announced. "The new girl would like to put on a little show for you! Go ahead, dear. Everybody's waiting."
Rashanta was mortified. Did the white lady really expect her to pee in a bucket in front of all these men? But, she knew she had no choice. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. Her face burned with shame as the first trickle started to tinkle into the bucket. Her stream gained strength the sound of her urine hitting the metal could be heard over the entire room.
"Put it on the floor, girl," Miriam instructed her. "So everyone can see."
Desiree moved the bucket further down the arc of piss, placing it on the floor. The pee started to splash as the bucket filled. At last the stream subsided. The big black girl moved the bucket so the stage wouldn't get wet. After the last few drops, a man in the back started clapping and soon the whole room applauded. Rashanta couldn't remember ever being so humiliated.
"Excellent!" Miriam exclaimed, standing up. "Take it away, Desiree. Now, who wants to take part in the public use of the new girl? Five dollars is all it costs."
Miriam looked around the room to see if there were any takers on her offer of Rashanta's charms. Desiree picked up the metal bucket from under the bound naked colored woman and carried it away.
"Right here, Miriam!" called Bubba, clutching the money in his hand. "I'll fuck her right now!"
The white lady picked a large glass jar up off the bar and held it out. The fat bearded man dropped the five dollar bill into the jar and climbed up on the stage. The slender negress remained motionless, suspended in her bonds, her legs spread wide, her shaved sex clearly visible for all to see.
"C'mon, Bubba!" called Lenny from the back of the room. "Let's see what you can do!"
Bubba stepped up to Rashanta and unzipped his fly. The black woman watched as he took his dick out of his pants. He was already erect. Although his cock wasn't especially long, it was quite thick. She knew taking it was going to stretch her and give her pain. He set the head of it right at the entrance to her vagina and pushed it in slightly.
"Mmmff!" cried Rashanta into her gag.
"You like that, bitch?" asked Bubba.
The big white man leaned back slightly and moved forward, pushing his dick slowly into the negro's pussy, her own weight driving it deeper. He started bucking his hips causing her to swing slightly by her arms and legs, suspended from the ceiling. She felt the strain on her wrists and ankles. His thick cock filled and stretched her cunt hole.
Rashanta moaned in pain as Bubba fucked her bound body up on the stage. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard. She cried out through her gag. She felt him take one nipple between his thumb and forefinger and then the other with is other hand. He pinched them painfully causing her to yelp into the gag. Her body tensed up from the shock of it.
"Oh, yeah!" exclaimed Bubba. "That's the way to squeeze my dick, nigger!"
The fat bearded man pinched the slender negress's nipples again even harder. She tensed and squeezed him again. He grunted with pleasure and bucked his hip harder, each thrust pushing her away, her own weight swinging her back, impaling her on his thick shaft. She whimpered into the ball gag. The ropes creaked in the pullies.
"That's it!" someone shouted encouragement. "Fuck that ho'!"
Bubba was clearly getting into the rhythm. He'd shove himself hard into Rashanta's pussy which pushed her back in her restraints. Her weight would bring her back, driving her back onto his dick. He'd pinch her nipples just at the the right time to get her to tense up and squeeze his cock when it was deepest inside her. Sweat beaded up on his reddened face, strands of hair stuck to his forehead.
"Uh... uh... uh..." the fat white man grunted with the exertion, his breathing heavy.
Rashanta felt his meaty hands on her waist. Bubba slowly stopped humping her, and began instead to simply move her back and forth over his cock. It was as if he was using her pussy to stroke himself off. She came to that realization and turned her head in shame. To be used for the sexual gratification of another was degrading enough, but to be treated as an inanimate object, a sex toy, was even worse.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Bubba grunted and his eyes opened wide as he ejaculated in Rashanta's vagina.
The bound black woman felt the hot jets of cum shooting inside her bare pussy. She could hear the hoots and hollering of the audience as they realized that the act had reached its climax. The fat white man stepped back and drank in the view of the negro hanging in her bonds, her skin wet with sweat, her nipples hard and swollen, his semen dripping onto the floor out of her wide open cunt.
"Damn, this nigger's got some good pussy!" Bubba announced to the crowd. "Best five bucks I ever spent! Whew! I need to sit down! Somebody bring me a beer, I'm dying' o' thirst!"
Rashanta watched as Bubba slumped into a chair at a front table. She could see Lenny pull up a seat with him and a couple other white men come over to him. She saw Willie bring fresh glasses of beer for all of them. She felt strangely disappointed that he, not her, was now the focus of attention. She could feel his slime oozing out of her.
"Desiree!" called Miriam. "Come here, girl!"
Rashanta watched as Desiree hurried over, like a puppy being called by her mistress. As she looked on, the bound negro felt her drool running down from her chin onto her sore nipple. Her jaw ached and her pussy hurt from being stretched by Bubba's thick white cock.
"Go clean your friends pussy, girl," instructed the white lady. "And be quick about it!"
"Yes, ma'am, Miz Miriam," said the big black girl.
Desiree dropped to her hands and knees, knowing the white lady expected it. She crawled across the stage and put her face between Rashanta's legs and began lapping up the big man's sperm from the negress's pussy. The slender negress saw that the whole room's attention was focussed on her and blushed. But she was completely immobilized by her bonds and could do nothing other than squirm slightly.
Rashanta looked out across the room and noticed for the first time that many of the men who sat and watched had a kneeling black woman on the floor in front of them. Most of these women had their naked backs to her and were bobbing their heads in the men's laps. An odd mix of shame and disgust swept over her as she realized that the show she and Desiree were putting on was merely extra stimulation for these white men's blow jobs.
The big black girl's tongue felt so good on the slender negress's pussy. She closed her eyes and moaned in spite of herself. Rashanta could feel Desiree licking up and down the length of her slit, pausing to stick her tongue in her stretched hole. She sucked the cum out of her and swallowed it. She took her friend's clit between her lips and sucked gently, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She then licked up the semen that had dripped over the bound negro's crotch and asshole.
"That's enough now, girl!" Miriam laughed. "Don't want her too worked up!"
Desiree immediately stopped her ministrations and backed off the stage, still on her hands and knees. Rashanta was shocked to realize how aroused she was by what had happened and felt frustration that the big black girl had stopped. She imagined what the mixture the white man's semen and her own pussy juice must taste like to the big black girl.
Miriam snapped her fingers and pointed to a skinny light skinned girl. The girl came quickly to her. The white lady pointed to the puddle of cum on the floor under where Rashanta was suspended and snapped her fingers again. The light skinned girl got up on the stage on her hands and knees and crawled to the wet spot and lapped it up. The bound negress could hear her slurping noisily beneath her.
Rashanta watched as the girl crawled back off and then kneeled in front of Miriam with her head bowed. The white lady then offered the girl a chocolate in her open hand which she gratefully took in her mouth. She smiled up at the lady as she ate it. The older woman reached out and stroked the girls curly hair.
The slender negress caught herself in thought. Rashanta found herself longing for such praise. She was embarrassed by the fleeting thought but couldn't deny to herself that she'd experienced it. She tried to summon up anger or even indignation at her treatment in an effort to push the feeling aside. But all she could muster was desire and frustration.
"Willie!" called Miriam. "Get this girl down and take her to the back. I think the gentlemen are ready to experience her charms privately. Get a move on!"
"Right away, Miz Miriam, ma'am," said the old colored man.
Willie stepped up on the stage and stood for a moment between Rashanta's spread legs, a big smile on his face. He went around behind her, out of her sight. In a moment her feet were being lowered to the floor and she stood on shaky legs. The old man lifted the spreader bar her wrists were connected to up off the hook.
"I kin smell dat poontang," he said quietly. "I knows you liked dat, up dere bein' da center o' attention. You can't lie to ol' Willie, sweet thang. An' dat coochie sho' can't lie. I knows better."
Willie put a hand on Rashanta's bare ass and pushed her on ahead of him. She had been waiting for him to remove the spreader bar from her wrist cuffs, but that clearly wasn't happening now. She walked past the tables where the white men sat and drank. The looked up at her as she passed. Even the ones with a naked black girl kneeling between their legs looked up at her. Their girl's heads bobbing up and down on their cocks without a pause. The bound negress could hear the wet slurping sounds, but didn't look down at them. He guided her into the small room where he'd waxed her earlier.
"Just sit down dere, baby girl," he instructed her. "Ol' Willie be takin' care o' you."
"Mmmff," Rashanta verbalized as she drooled through the ball gag.
"Sorry, sweet thang," Willie apologized. "Dat gag be stayin' in fo' now. Dese white mens don't wanna hear no talkin' from you. Dey jus' want dat good poontang. Or dat ass. Or dem titties."
Rashanta sat on the bed and rolled on to her back and looked around the room. There was a cabinet next to the bed with box on top of it. Peering into the box she saw it was full of condoms. Next to the box was a glass jar with the word "tips" written on it. It was empty. Willie opened the cabinet and pulled out a piece of black cloth.
"Now hold still like a good girl fo' Willie," he said. "I gots to put dis here hood over yo' head. Dese white mens don't like no niggas lookin' at 'em while dey doin' dey bidness wit' dem. Da girls back here, dey jus' some poontang for 'em an' dat's all. Dat's what you gon' be fer now."
"Mmmff! Mmmff!" Rashanta panicked as Willie pulled the hood over head.
But she was helpless to stop him. Rashanta was plunged into darkness. Willie pushed her back onto the bed and attached the spreader bar over her head, immobilizing her hands. He then fastened her legs so that they were spread wide apart, leaving her pussy easily accessible and her body sexually available..
"Dat's a good girl," he praised her. "You look real fine. A nice pair o' titties an' some sweet nigga poontang. Dey gon' love you, dat's fo' sho'. I be back when dey through wit' you, sweet thang."
Rashanta heard his foot steps recede, leaving her alone. She could feel sweat trickle down her forehead. It itched but she couldn't move her hand to scratch it. She was totally immobilized and helpless in this position. She felt completely vulnerable and exposed as she lay naked, bound, and spread out.
It wasn't long before she could sense the presence of another person in the room. She heard the door close and the latch click. Her heart pounded in her chest. She listened intently for any clue as to what was going on. The sound of the zipper being undone was unmistakable followed by the clank of a belt buckle being unfastened. Within seconds she felt the weight of a man on the bed between her legs.
Rashanta felt the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. She was already quite moist from before and it slid in easily. The black woman could feel the man's breath on her face as he began humping her. He fucked her steadily and silently. The only sounds she could hear was his grunts of exertion and the wet sound of his dick in her cunt. In and out. In and out. She lay there and took it. There was nothing else for her to do..
"Uh! Uh..." the unseen stranger grunted. "Uh..."
He ejaculated in her vagina in a few short strokes. He paused for a moment before she felt him rise from the bed. She listened to the sounds of him pulling his pants back up and buckling his belt. Next came the sound of the zipper going back up. She heard a faint jingling noise followed by the clink of metal on glass. She knew he'd just put a few coins in the tip jar. She felt her face flush with shame under the hood. She couldn't ever remember feeling so used.
Rashanta felt the breeze on her naked skin when he opened the door and left. The sound of high heeled shoes announced a new presence in the room. She heard snapping of fingers followed shortly by the soft slap of approaching bare feet. The bed sagged as someone climbed between her legs. She felt the soft wet warmth of another woman's tongue on her pussy, eagerly lapping up the gooey mess left by the unknown man who'd used her moments earlier.
Involuntarily Rashanta started humping back against it, but once again the sound of snapping fingers stopped it. Frustration set in as the someone withdrew and the bed sprang back up, and she knew the pleasant sensations wouldn't be continuing. Clearly, they weren't for her pleasure, but simply to clean her up before her next use.
The next man sucked her sore nipples hard, first one, then the other, then back again and again until she moaned into the gag with pain. She could feel his erection growing against her thigh and she could tell that his excitement increased with the volume of the noises she made. When he finally entered her he slammed into her tender pussy so violently that she struggled to get away even though it was impossible. This one lasted much longer than the first and her vagina sore and swollen by the time he shot his load into it. She didn't hear the sound of coins in the tip jar afterwards.
Rashanta got no rest after that. Immediately she felt the soft tongue of one of the girls cleaning her up. And, once again, it was withdrawn just as it became pleasurable. The door closed. At first she thought she was alone, but then she could hear the sound of someone breathing.
"You're pretty," said a voice in the darkness. "Very pretty. I like your breasts. Nice thick nipples. Mind if I play with them?"
Rashanta lay still, bracing herself for the pain.
"I asked you a question, you dumb nigger," the voice said, irritated. "Do you mind if I play with them?"
The black woman shook her head.
"Thank you," he said, the pleasant tone returning.
His hands roamed gently over her breasts, squeezing them occasionally. She felt him take her nipple between a thumb and forefinger and then the other one, too, so he held them both. He pinched them gently and then gradually with more force.
"Does that hurt?" he asked, concern in his voice.
"Mmmff," said Rashanta, nodding her head.
"They feel very swollen," he said, without releasing them. "I bet the other men were rough with them. Weren't they?"
Rashanta nodded again, the pain in her nipples increasing as he pinched slightly harder.
"May I twist them?" he asked politely. "I do love twisting a nigger's nipples, so I'd appreciate it very much."
The colored woman was confused. Would he really stop if she shook her head no? Or would it only be worse? She nodded her head. He twisted both nipples hard eliciting a deep throated groan from her through the gag.
"That has to hurt!" he said sympathetically. "I know I'm being a total bastard, but I'd love to pull on them and stretch them out nicely. I'd find the sight very arousing. Is that ok with you?"
Why didn't he just do what he wanted without asking her! Her breasts were already in agony. But he was in complete control and there wasn't anything she could do to stop him from doing what he would with her. She nodded her head yes and felt him tug on her nipples. The pain was hard to take and she yelped into the gag and writhed in her bonds.
"My, but you're a beautiful creature," he told her, breathing heavily. "Seeing you enduring this treatment has me uncomfortably erect. May I relieve myself in your vagina? I see it's very swollen and I doubt it'll be very pleasant for you."
Rashanta nodded her head, groaning and tensing her body in an effort to take the pain she felt in her stretched breasts. She was totally humiliated by being forced to consent to this cruel treatment even though she felt powerless to do otherwise.
"I hope you're not offended," the voice went on. "But I'm going to use one of these condoms. More than a few other men have been inside you recently, and I think it wise to be cautious."
She listened to the sound of the wrapper being torn off a condom and her face burned with shame. He made her feel dirty and used. But she knew that that's exactly what she was. Rashanta was relieved that he'd released her nipples. The bed sagged as he mounted her and entered her. She moaned with pain as she felt his cock stretch her pussy hole.
"Awww, I'm hurting you, aren't I?" he said, again sounding sincerely concerned.
Rashanta nodded slowly. Her pussy was feeling raw from all the use she'd endured so far that evening. His thrusts became more forceful and penetrated her more deeply.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked breathlessly.
Rashanta shook her head no, realizing it would that likely get him off quicker and he probably wouldn't stop anyways. And somewhere inside her, she didn't want him to stop. Even though it hurt and hurt bad. She wanted him to take his pleasure with her.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Oh, fuck!"
She felt him tense up momentarily and then his dick jerked a few times inside her. After less than a minute, he withdrew himself from her and got up off the bed.
"Thank you the use of your body, nigger," he told her. "I'll be using you again. You're a good sport and have a good pussy."
Rashanta heard four or five coins jangle into the tip jar and the door opening.
"Bye, now," he said as he left.
Again, she felt the draft of cool air wafting over her sweaty naked body. Her nipples throbbed and her pussy burned. She could hear loud voices and laughter back in the main room. The click clack of high heeled shoes was close by.
"Willie!" called Miriam's voice. "Come here when you're done mixing those drinks and get her legs up. The next gentleman may want to use her anally."
"I's comin', Miz Miriam," Willie's voice came from further away.
She heard his foot steps enter the room.
"My, oh, my, baby girl," he said as he fixed the ropes and pulled her legs up by the cuffs on her ankles. "Dey sho' be linin' up fo' you tonight!"
Willie left and Rashanta lay there, her feet up over her head. She was spread wide open, exposed, available, accessible. She heard low voices outside. The door closed after a couple minutes. The sound of heavy breathing was clearly audible. The bed sagged. She felt the cock head at her asshole.
"Mmmff!" she cried out, as the unseen stranger rammed his cock home up her ass.
Rashanta felt as if she'd be split open by his unlubricated dick. He dry fucked her ass hard and fast. She screamed into the gag and he fucked her harder and faster. Suddenly he pulled the hood off her head and the room light blinded her momentarily. As her eyes accustomed themselves to the light, she saw Roger, the broad shouldered white man she'd seen earlier with Miriam looking down at her. He hadn't even paused when he removed the hood and continued pounding her.
"I wanted you to see who was raping your ass, nigger," he told her, breathing heavily. "That way when you see me again you'll know who I am."
Rashanta blinked at the light and whimpered into the gag as Roger continued slamming into her.
"Here it comes, bitch!" he cried. "Now take it!"
The bound negro felt him shoot his load into her rectum as he shoved it even deeper up her ass.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" he grunted as he released inside the helpless black woman.
Roger left his dick in her until it began to soften and then withdrew. He stood beside the bed looking down at her. Rashanta turned her head to see him better and only then saw the light skinned negress on her knees next to the bed. Obviously she'd been there the whole time.
The girl walked to him on her knees and took his cock in her mouth and sucked it clean, looking up at him the whole time. When she was finished he pulled up his pants. Fishing around in his pocket, he dropped a few coins in the tip jar and left. Miriam stepped into the room and snapped her fingers. Pointing out the door she snapped them again and the light skinned negro girl hurried away.
"Willie!" she called.
"I's here, Miz Miriam," the old black man said as he hurried to her.
"That's all for this one, Willie," she said. "Remove the restraints and then go start closing up. It's getting late."
"Yes, ma'am," he said with a smile.
Rashanta watched, still in a daze, as he removed the cuffs from her ankles and wrists.
"Sit up, baby girl," he said to her.
The slender negress slowly sat on the edge of the bed, stretching her arms and rubbing her wrists. Willie unfastened the ball gag and removed it from her mouth. Saliva drooled out of Rashanta's mouth. The old colored man dried her off with the bar towel he pulled out of his pocket.
"That's enough, Willie," Miriam told him. "Leave us."
"Yes, ma'am," he said.
He straightened up and left the two women alone in the room.
"Come here, girl," Miriam ordered, patting her thigh.
Rashanta got off the bed and started to stand up. Suddenly, she thought better of it and dropped to her knees. Looking up at her, she could see Miriam beaming at her. She knew she'd taken the correct posture with the white lady. The black woman crawled to her feet and got back up into a kneeling position.
"Good girl!" exclaimed Miriam, clearly very pleased.
Rashanta's jaw ached from the gag. Her arms and shoulders were stiff and sore from having been restrained over her head for so long. Her pussy was sore and her asshole throbbed from the abuse they'd taken. The white lady held out her hand to the naked black woman. She could see a chocolate in her palm.
"Go ahead and take it, girl," said Miriam, smiling happily. "You deserve it!"
Rashanta bent forward and took the treat in her mouth. Miriam stroked the negro's hair as she ate it.
"Good girl," cooed the white lady. "Good girl. I'm so pleased with you."
Although this treatment humiliated Rashanta further, at the same time she couldn't deny feeling a small measure of pride at Miriam's praise. The black girl was surprised by her feelings. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the taste of the sweet chocolate in her mouth and the white lady's gentle touch on her head.
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