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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
It was earlier than usual when the lights came on in the special treatment cell block. Ordinarily the girls slept in later than the general population, but this morning was different.
"All right, ladies," announced Rusty, the young red headed deputy. "On your feet. We've got some special entertainment for you all today."
Rashanta rolled out of her bunk and stood, wiping the sleep from her eyes. She'd been in the special cell block for a week now and was used to getting up later since she certainly was being kept up later, as she was being used with the other girls in the jail annex club.
Rusty led the black female inmates down the corridor and out the door into the courtyard. The general population of prisoners, male and female, were already there. Their attention was directed to the whipping platform that Rashanta was all too familiar with. The young deputy left his charges and made his way towards the platform.
Rashanta could see a figure dressed in black standing on the platform. She imagined it was Duane, though he was too far away to make out clearly. After a few minutes Rusty and a big blonde guard, likely Bo, appeared with a petite black woman with long straightened hair between them. She was completely nude and her hands were cuffed and chained together as were her ankles.
At first, she thought it might be Tasha the monkey girl, but then she spotted her in the crowd standing near Annie and Babs. The two white guards led the hapless shackled negro to a spot under the heavy wooden beam that Rashanta had been secured to during her own whipping. The prisoners shifted around as they stood and a general murmuring grew louder.
Crack!
Duane cracked the whip and the crowd was instantly silent. A figure that had to be Judge White stood and began speaking. Rashanta couldn't make out the words, but was quite sure what he was saying. The poor colored girl was going to be publicly whipped as part of her punishment for some crime she'd committed, real or imagined.
Whap!
The first stroke was clearly audible and the nude black girl jerked against her bonds. The crowd noises started back up.
Whap!
The girl jerked against her bonds again, but if she made a sound, Rashanta couldn't hear it.
Whap!
"Ah!" the girl cried out, loud enough, this time, to be heard over the growing murmuring of the assembled prisoners.
A shout of approval could be heard from beyond the courtyard. Clearly the towns folks were assembled there and were enjoying the show.
Whap!
"Ah!" she cried even louder. "Owww!"
Whap!
The colored girl on the platform's knees buckled and she slumped forward, hanging by her wrist cuffs.
Whap!
The girl yelped again and struggled to find her footing as she slowly began to twist around.
Whap!
"Ahhh!" she cried, just short of a scream, as she took the blow from the whip on her exposed breasts.
"Yeah!" came a yell from the other side of the fence.
Whap!
"Owww!" the girl yelped.
Her nude body flailed as she tried to stand and turn her back to the whip-master.
Whap!
"Ahhh!" she screamed, taking another stroke of the whip to the front of her tortured body.
The poor colored girl finally managed to get her back to the whip-master.
Whap!
Again, her knees buckled from the blow and she slumped forward against her bonds. Duane walked up to her and stood there as Rusty and Bo took her down and off the platform. She clearly needed their support to stay on her feet. The crowd outside the fence roared with approval and applause could be heard. The prisoners began talking amongst themselves.
Rashanta was shocked by what she'd witnessed. So this was what she'd looked like that day well over a week ago. The memory of the cruel whipping she'd endured came back to her and she shuddered. She watched Duane climb down from the platform and go in the direction that the guards had gone previously. There wasn't any doubt in the slender negress's mind about what was going to be happening next. The whip-master would claim his due from the poor girl.
Would this girl find the experience as transcendental as she had, wondered Rashanta. The utter helplessness she'd felt, contrasted with the absolute power wielded by the white whip-master had left her dazed. She remembered the overpowering urge she'd felt to humble herself before him. To submit to his will. To give him her body again for his pleasure. She'd taken his dick in her mouth and sucked it lovingly while she gently caressed his balls. She wanted to worship his manhood. And his power. Did this girl feel the same way?
After a time the guards returned and led the prisoners out of the courtyard and back into the jail. Once inside the building, Bo stepped up to Rashanta.
"Come with me, girl," he instructed her. "Sheriff wants you."
Rashanta was concerned that she'd unknowingly committed some infraction of the rules, though she couldn't imagine what it could have been. She really had been making an effort go along to get along. They soon reached the outer office.
"Off with that," ordered Bo. "Sheriff likes the niggers naked, girl. You know that."
The slender negress pulled the prison gown off as the young white deputy looked on. Once she was naked, he went and knocked on the sheriff's door, never taking his eyes off nude female inmate.
"Wallace is here, sheriff," announced Bo.
"Send her in," came the response.
Bo opened the door and Rashanta entered the sheriff's office. Earl got up from behind his desk. She heard the door shut behind her.
"I see your new duties agree with you," observed the older white man. "Or, least ways they ain't done you no harm. I hear they're linin' up to use that coochie o' yours. Miriam thinks you're quite the prize nigger."
Rashanta blushed with embarrassment. Earl stood in front of her with his hands on his hips, looking her up and down.
"Yep," he said finally, "prize nigger. That's for sure. Now get on the floor and crawl on your belly. Right fuckin' now."
The slender black woman obeyed. She got down on the floor and lay on her front.
"Over to the couch, girl," instructed the sheriff. "Get a move on. I got a hard on that's just about to bust. An' I'm gonna bust it in you."
Rashanta crawled that way across the gritty carpet over to the couch. She climbed up and lay on her back. Sheriff Baxter stood and watched for a moment and then went after her. He bent over so he could run his hands on her nude body. One hand caressing and squeezing her firm brown breasts. The other working its way between her thighs. She turned her head away, her thoughts still on the whipped colored girl.
Whap! The slap shocked her from her thoughts and stung her face.
"You better be openin' them legs up, bitch!" he scolded her. "What's wrong with you? When my hand goes for that poontang, you open up fast. You got that?"
"Yes, sir," Rashanta apologized while quickly spreading her legs. "I's sorry, sir. I's jus' a dumb nigga."
Whap! Whap! Whap! The white man spanked the negro's pussy hard with his open hand. The pain was severe, but she knew better than to close her thighs. She lay there holding her legs open, presenting her sex for punishment, and took it.
"What do you say, nigger?" said the sheriff expectantly.
Rashanta thought quickly. She knew if she didn't get this right her pussy would pay the price.
"Thank you, sir," she said at last. "Thank you fo' beatin' my coochie. You too good to me, boss, teachin' me to be a better nigga fo' you. Thank you, sir."
"That's more like it," he said with satisfaction. "Want some more o' that? Ain't no trouble at all."
Again, Rashanta struggled to figure out the right answer. Her pussy was burning, but she could tell he was very aroused. And somewhere inside her, she knew she wanted to take it for him. Like the girl had taken it for the whip-master.
"Yes, sir, boss," she answered. "Please be beatin' my coochie some more, boss. I's a dumb nigga and I needs to be beat dat way."
Rashanta opened her legs even further, she could feel her bruised flesh stretched.
"Please, boss," she said sincerely, "beat dis nigga's coochie."
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Sheriff Baxter breathed heavily as he spanked Rashanta's spread pussy. She could see that his dick had pitched a tent in his trousers. Sweat was breaking out on his reddening face. Tears started to form in her eyes from the pain and ran down her face.
"Alright, that's enough," he announced. "Time to fuck you."
"Thank you, boss," Rashanta said, her voice cracking. "Please, boss, fuck my nigga coochie. I needs to be used. I needs yo' white dick in me."
"You comin' around real good, now," said Earl, taking his pants down. "You ain't such a dumb nigger after all."
The older white man climbed between the slender negress's legs, his hard dick bouncing as he moved. She looked up into his face and felt his cock head at the entrance to her swollen pussy. She gasped as he penetrated her in a single stroke. The pain brought renewed tears to her eyes.
"Owww..." she moaned, her pussy aching.
"Awww, am I hurtin' you, bitch?" he asked.
"Yes, sir, boss," she answered. "Yo' big white dick be hurtin' my sore coochie somethin' fierce."
"Good," he responded, his hips bucking, his breathing heavy. "It ain't supposed to feel good. You jus' a fuckin' nigger. So you gotta take it."
"Dat's right, boss," Rashanta agreed. "Use my coochie, boss. I's yo' nigga, so you use it how you want. Nigga's s'posed to be hurtin'. So's dey knows dey place."
"Yeah," he rasped, "you got that right. I know you like that white dick. Don't you bitch?"
"Yes, sir, boss," her voice cracked. "I sho' do. I's jus' a nigga fo' white dick. Fuck me, boss! You fuckin' yo' nigga good."
Rashanta's sore cunt throbbed in pain. The sheriff's thick dick was rubbing her swollen pussy lips raw. Still, she found herself humping back at him, even though she knew he didn't care if she just lay there and take it. He was all about just using her to get off.
"Watchin' that nigger get whupped this mornin's got me all fired up, girl," he told her breathlessly. "You see that?"
"I seen it, boss," she said, her hips bucking along with his. "I seen dat nigga get whupped."
"Seein' that put me in the mood for some nigger coochie," the sheriff went on. "I loves bustin' a nut in a bitch nigger after watchin' a whuppin'."
Rashanta was breathing hard now. In spite of the burning pain in her pussy lips, she could feel pleasure inside her. She was shocked to realize that she was getting close to orgasm. Her cunt was involuntarily squeezing the sheriff's cock.
"You love it now, don't you, nigger?" Earl whispered loudly. "You love that white dick."
"Yeah, boss," she answered, a happy dumb look spreading across her face.
"I knew it," he said as he continued to pump into her black pussy. "When I was spankin' your coochie, my had come up wet. You jus' a slutty nigger now. Slutty fuckin' nigger cravin' that white dick."
"Uh huh," agreed the colored woman. "Yeah, boss"
"Careful, girl," he warned her. "Ain't your place to be cummin' without askin' first."
"Yeah, boss," she said, grinning, her eyes half closed.
Rashanta could tell it was almost past the point of no return. In spite of the pain she felt. In spite of the humiliation she suffered. Maybe even because of it all, she didn't know. She just knew it was going to happen. And she knew asking for permission was the act of submission that was going to drive her over the top.
"Kin I cum, boss?" she begged plaintively. "Please, boss? Kin I cum?"
"Yeah," he allowed. "Cum for me, bitch. Cum for yo' daddy."
"Kin I?" she squealed, oblivious to everything other than the sensations that were overwhelming her. "Ah! Ah! Ah!"
"Fuck!" cried the sheriff, releasing his load into her cunt. "Oh! Fuck!"
Rashanta could feel his cum spurting into her, his dick deep in her pussy. Her vagina was contracting, milking the sperm from him cock.
"Thank you, boss!" she cried. "Thank you... Oh... Ahhh..."
After a minute or two, the sheriff dismounted the negress and stood up, his pants around his ankles. The black prisoner lay on the couch, her chest heaving, semen leaking out of her swollen pussy and onto the couch.
Slowly, Rashanta rolled off the couch and onto her knees on the floor. She looked up at Sheriff Baxter, her face wet with sweat.
"Kin I clean yo' cock, sir?" she asked. "I be honored to do dat fo' you."
"Go ahead, girl," he granted.
The slender colored woman walked forward on her knees and took his wet dick into her mouth. She sucked the sticky pussy juices and semen from it and then licked it off. Finally, she kissed the tip of his cock and looked back up at him.
"Thank you, sir," she said gratefully. "Thank you fo' lettin' dis nigga clean yo' cock. An' thank you fo' usin' me dat way an' makin' me cum so hard, boss. I's so grateful."
Rashanta looked back at the couch and saw the milky puddle on the leather cushion where here crotch had been. She turned around and put her mouth over the wet spot of cum on the couch and slurped it up.
"All clean, boss," she announced proudly.
"Get up now, girl," he said, a hint of warmth in his voice. "I've gotta take a whiz so I'm gonna have Bo take you back."
Rashanta looked up at him without getting up. She didn't understand what had come over her. She desperately wanted to serve this white man.
"Please use me, sir," she asked sincerely. "Please use dis nigga's mouth fo' doin' yo' bid'ness."
The negress opened her mouth and looked up at him, her eyes bright with expectation.
"Alright," he said. "I ain't gonna refuse an offer like that."
"Kin I?" she asked, moving her hands towards his cock.
The sheriff nodded and the black female inmate took his dick in one hand and held it as she put her lips around it. When she seemed ready to take it he relaxed and the flow of urine started. A trickle at first and then a stream so strong she could barely keep up with it. She gulped his piss down while kneeling there, naked in his office. When he finally finished, she sucked the last drops out and kissed his cock head again.
"I's grateful, boss," she said sincerely. "Thank you fo' allowin' me to drink yo' piss, sir."
"My, my, my," mused Earl as he bent to pull up his pants. "Ain't you the good nigger now, girl! Ain't uppity in the least no more. I'm happy to see it."
"Thank you, sir," Rashanta replied. "I's been tryin' hard to be a good nigga fo' you all."
"Bo!" called the sheriff.
The big blonde deputy opened the door.
"I figured you was right out there," chuckled Earl. "Take this girl back where she goes, son."
"On your feet, girl," ordered Bo. "Let's go. Sheriff's a busy man."
Rashanta rose up from her knees and followed the young deputy out. She slipped back into her prison gown and he led her back to her cell.
* * *
When the girls arrived at the jail annex club that evening, a new girl was already waiting for them up on the stage. She was suspended in the same way as Rashanta had been on her first night. The girl's wrists were attached to the spreader bar hanging from the big hook in the ceiling and her ankles were cuffed and lifted as high as her head. Her small pert breasts, shaved pussy, and puckered asshole were on display. Her head was hooded, her long black hair spilling out from under it, but the fresh whip marks visible on her made it clear that she was the girl who'd been up on the platform that morning.
Rashanta helped the other girls get the club ready for opening time. The new girl hung silently in her bonds, naked and spread wide open. Miriam gave the place one last check and opened the door. Several white men were waiting there and they filed, talking and laughing. Most stood around the stage checking the new girl out. The girls waited nearby for orders.
"Damn, Lenny!" exclaimed Bubba, the fat bearded white man who'd used Rashanta on her first day there. "Look at the whip marks on that nigger! Man, I want to fuck her!"
"I bet you will, Bubba, you horny bastard," said his skinny dark haired companion. "You ain't got no shame, bro. Fuckin' that whipped nigger up there 'stead a in the back jus' to save a few bucks!"
Bubba turned to Rashanta and looked her up and down.
"You was a fine piece of pussy, girl," the big white man told her. "Mighty fine. Go git us a couple beers like a good nigger."
"Thank you, sir," Rashanta blushed. "Right away, sir."
The slender negro turned towards the bar and was startled by a slap on her ass. She looked over her shoulder to see Bubba grinning at her. She smiled back at him and walked to the bar. She could tell her pussy was wet from the fat man's crude treatment. How things had changed, she realized. A month ago and she would have slapped him. Today, she looked forward to what he might do when she returned with the drinks.
Rashanta approached the bar. Willie looked up at her, well up at her breasts, and grinned his toothy grin.
"Two drafts, Willie," she told him.
"Comin' up, sweet thang!" the old colored man said happily, reaching out to touch her breast.
Rashanta slapped his hand down.
"I'm in a hurry, Willie!" she rebuked him. "Gentlemen are waitin'!"
"I's hurryin', missy...," the gray haired negro answered disappointedly. "I's hurryin'."
Willie came back with two mugs of beer and leered at Rashanta's naked breasts.
"Here you go, baby girl," he said, grinning again.
Rashanta took the drinks and returned to where Bubba and Lenny were still watching the new girl. She wasn't doing much, immobilized by her bondage. She squirmed a little and made soft muffled grunting noises. Clearly she was gagged under her hood.
"Yo' drinks, sir," Rashanta announced.
"Take 'em to the front table," instructed Bubba.
The two white men went to the closest table and sat down. The slender black woman placed the mugs in front of them. The fat man grabbed her and pulled her into his lap. His hands were quickly on her breasts, roughly squeezing them. She could feel his erection against her bare ass.
"I'm gonna fuck that nigger up there," he told her. "But if I got anything left after that, I'm gonna do you, too. You got some good pussy, nigger girl. Maybe I'll let you go for a ride on old Bubba."
"Thank you, sir," Rashanta replied, smiling at him. "I's happy you be likin' my coochie hole, sir. An' I be honored fo' you to be usin' me anyway dat be pleasin' you."
"Damn, girl!" exclaimed Bubba, his hand going between Rashanta's legs. "You are one hot nigger! Talkin' that way's got me wantin' to take you and fuck you right now!"
Rashanta parted her legs to make her pussy available to the big man's meaty hand. He clumsily tried to push his finger into her vagina, pinching her labia. Nevertheless, she could tell she was wet.
"You want dis nigga's coochie now, sir?" she asked. "Dey's plenty o' rooms back dere if'n you wants to use me."
"I would, girl," explained Bubba, withdrawing his hand, "but I'm keen on drillin' that black honey they got all spread out hangin' up there. I love samplin' the new meat. It's kinda a tradition wit' me."
"Yeah," Lenny chortled. "Stickin' that dick in every fuckin' nigger in the place is your tradition. Horny fuckin' bastard..."
Miriam went to the stage.
"Who's first, boys?" she asked. "This pretty colored girl's been waiting for some attention. Who's going to be the one to give it to her?"
"Right here!" Bubba replied immediately. "I been ready to fuck that nigger!"
Light laughter could be heard around the room.
"Very well, Bubba," Miriam smiled. "Looks like you'll be the one."
"Git up, girl," said the big man to the colored woman in his lap. "I gotta bust this nut in that bitch."
Rashanta slid off Bubba's lap. He reached into his pocket and pulled out some wadded bills. The big bearded man stepped to the bar and put the money into the big glass jar before standing up on the stage. He dropped his pants and shortly was humping the hooded negro girl, who swayed in her bonds.
"I got somethin' for you to do, nigger," said Lenny. "Come here and suck my dick."
"Yes, sir," Rashanta replied.
The naked negress dropped to her knees and walked on them to where the skinny white man sat on the other side of the table. She unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants. The sight of his friend fucking the bound black girl up on the stage had him rock hard already. The slender black woman took his dick into her mouth and started sucking.
"That's it, bitch," Lenny sighed. "Suck it."
Rashanta sucked it. She slurped noisily while she bobbed her head and tasted the pre cum leaking out of his dick. She could hear Bubba grunting on the stage as he pounded the new girl. She could also hear the muffled cries from the object of his lust. The black woman was sure he was mauling her small breasts and pinching her dark nipples as he had done to her before.
"Yeah," said Lenny. "Take it all."
The slender negress felt the skinny white man's hands on her head, forcing her down on his cock. She gagged as his dick was forced into her throat but she didn't try to pull away. Instead she sucked harder, attempting to milk the sperm out of him. He tensed and released into her mouth. She swallowed his semen hungrily.
"Ah..." sighed Lenny. "Fuck..."
"Oh yeah!" cried Bubba behind her. "Here it comes, nigger! Uh! Uh!"
Rashanta finished Lenny's blow job while she listened to Bubba cumming inside the bound black girl. The scene was almost surreal. She felt like a fuck thing. Something to be used for white men's pleasure. One black fuck thing among other black fuck things. Just one toy in a toy box. She let the skinny white man's dick slip out of her mouth and leaned back onto her knees.
"Thank you fo' usin' my mouth, sir," she said to him.
Lenny wasn't paying attention to her. Instead he was focussed on the stage. Rashanta turned and looked to see Bubba pulling his pants back up, putting the suspenders back on his shoulders. The new girl hung naked in her bondage. Creamy cum leaked from her pussy, ran down over her asshole, and dripped onto the stage floor. Her nipples were puffy and swollen.
"Shanta!" called Miriam. "Go clean the new girl up.
"Right away, ma'am," said Rashanta.
Knowing it would please the white lady and the gentlemen, the slender black woman crawled on hands and knees up onto the stage. She put her face right between the new girl's legs and started lapping the cum up off her soft black pussy. She could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on her. She pushed her tongue into the girl's hole and sucked the semen out. Going lower, she licked the creamy liquid off the used negress's asshole. The girl twitched in her bonds.
Rashanta remembered that it wasn't that long ago that she'd be repulsed by the idea of going down on another woman. That she'd had to be forced to do it. Now, she did it gladly for the pleasure of the white folks who were watching. Serving them this way gave her a pleasure she hadn't experienced before.
The new girl moaned when Rashanta ran her tongue back up the bound negro's cunt, deep in her slit. She could tell the girl was enjoying her ministrations. The black woman started gently flicking the girl's clit with her soft tongue before gingerly sucking it inbetween her lips.
"Work it, girl!" came a cry from behind her. "Eat that coochie!"
Aware of the pleasure she was giving the audience as well as the helpless colored girl, Rashanta sucked her clit a little harder and felt the girl tremble in her bonds. She stopped sucking and moved lower, sticking her tongue as deep into the girl's pussy hole as she could and started fucking her with it.
"Mmmff!" the girl cried, attempting to hump the negress's face.
Rashanta felt her own arousal increase in response to the hooded girl's expression of pleasure and desire for her service. She pushed her face against the girl's crotch to give her the pressure she knew she craved. The slender negro licked her tongue up and down the girl's pussy slit and down to her asshole and back up again to her clit. The girl thrashed in her bondage, clearly loving the attention her sensitive parts were receiving.
The bound naked black girl made muffled squealing noises and gushed in Rashanta's face, clearly in the throws of orgasm. The colored woman continued lapping away at the black girl's cunt. While the hooded girl struggled in her bonds, overcome with her climax, Rashanta felt short spurts of warm liquid squirting in her face. The girl squealed again, and unable to control her bladder, started peeing. The slender negress opened her mouth and drank the stranger's urine down, not wanting her to make a puddle on the stage. She was successful swallowing it all and sat back on her knees when it was over.
The room broke into applause, shocking Rashanta back into reality. Had she really just done that? Brought the unknown hooded girl to orgasm and drank her piss afterwards? Clearly, the assembled white men knew she had and showed their approval. The negress knew she'd completely let go and become a total slut. A slave to their desires, certainly. But also, a slave to her own.
Rashanta felt a hand on her head and looked up to see Miriam smiling down on her. The white lady held out her other hand, palm up, with a chocolate in it.
"Good girl!" Miriam beamed. "Very good! I am so pleased with you! You've earned this. Take it."
The slender negress took the treat in her mouth from the white lady's hand. She actually felt a measure of pride in the humiliating act she'd performed. She welcomed the praise of the white lady and applause from the white men. Her eyes closed and she basked in the glow of their approval.
After a moment, Miriam snapped her fingers and Rashanta opened her eyes. The white lady snapped them again and pointed to the puddle of cum on the stage floor under the bound negro's spread crotch. The black woman quickly crawled to it and licked it up, slurping noisily.
"That's a good girl," Miriam praised her. "Run along and get cleaned up."
The white lady turned towards the bar as Rashanta headed for the wash-room.
"Willie!" Miriam called. "Get this girl down and take her to a room. I know some of the gentlemen would like to be alone with her now."
Rashanta went into the wash-room, cleaned her face off and rinsed the pee out of her mouth. She looked at herself in the mirror and could barely recognize the woman that looked back at her.
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