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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 evening routine never varied. A supper in the small dining area in the special treatment block followed by the long walk through the corridors to the jail annex club. Tonight was no different. Miriam was there at the door to the club area as she was every night.
"All right, girls," instructed the white lady. "Off with those gowns. Let's get a move on. Opening time is fast approaching."
Rashanta, Chalissa, and the other black female inmates removed their orange prison gowns and piled them near the door back to the cell block. Miriam herded the naked negresses to the club.
"Get the place ready," ordered Miriam when they arrived in the main room. "Our gentlemen will be arriving soon."
The older white woman gestured to the slender negress and her sister as the other women went about the business of preparing the club for opening.
"You two, come here," the white lady commanded as she sat at a table.
Rashanta hurried to Miriam and knelt at her feet. Chalissa followed and did the same. The white lady proffered each black woman a chocolate which they both ate from her hand.
"Good girls," she cooed. "You'll be putting on a show for the gentlemen tonight. It's been a while since we had two sisters together here, and, even though you're not twins, I know our guests would love seeing you two enjoying each other. You coloreds are so sexual and seeing you two together would be a pleasure for the gentlemen."
"Go get a bed from one of the back rooms and put it on the stage for the show," continued the white lady. "I'm thinking you'd start off sitting side by side, kissing and fondling each other. I want you to end up with your faces at each other's crotches and just do what comes natural to you people. I'm sure I don't have to tell you how to do it. Don't forget this is a performance for the pleasure of the audience after all. A little embellishment wouldn't be amiss either. I want you to really get down to business."
Rashanta was flabbergasted. She couldn't believe that Miriam had the notion that incestuous lesbian sex was natural for "her people" and that she expected her to have sex with her own sister in front of room full of white men. Men who would sit and drink and laugh, entertained by her and her baby sister humiliating themselves for their amusement. She looked over at Chalissa and saw her blushing.
"Run along now!" Miriam said cheerfully.
The slender black woman rose and her sister followed.behind her. They went to the first room and picked up the bunk that she'd been strapped to her first time in the club. It was heavy and the two naked colored women strained as they carried it up onto the stage and set it down. Certainly, all in attendance would see their performance equally well. There was a good view of the whole room from here. Being forced to labor in order to move the instruments of their own debasement only added to their humiliation.
"Excellent!" exclaimed Miriam. "That will do nicely. I understand the sheriff had you two sharing the same cell today. That man... I would have kept you separate so you'd be hungrier for each other tonight, but I'm sure you'll do just fine."
The negress was taken aback by the white lady's assumption that she and her sister would be having sex with each other unless physically kept apart! Rashanta felt a hot flash of shame at the idea. Miriam thought the two of them were no different than monkeys in the zoo.
"Alright, you two!" Miriam said, clapping her hands. "No need to hold back now! I'm going to open the place up now and I'm sure you'll be the center of attention."
Miriam smiled before turning and walking towards the front door to let the waiting gentlemen in. Rashanta looked at Chalissa, sitting on the bed on stage next to her. Her younger sister cast her eyes down, but there was the hint of a smile on her face. The slender negress was nervous and felt her stomach in a knot. But she couldn't deny the excitement she felt either. Long suppressed desires for her baby sister were coming to the forefront and the white lady's authority had given her permission to do what she'd been having mixed feelings about for many years.
"I'm nervous, Shanta," said Chalissa in a little girl voice, looking her big sister in the eyes. "I... I fantasized about what it would be like... But not like this."
"It's ok, Lissa," Rashanta comforted her. "We ain't go no choice anyhow."
The older negro saw her sister in a way she hadn't before. The younger woman's dark brown eyes glistened in the lights pointed at the stage. Her lips looked so soft and full. Rashanta leaned closer to Chalissa, and lightly touched her lips to her sister's. They were soft, she thought. They kissed. She pressed her lips harder and kissed her again.
Rashanta put a hand on her sister's naked thigh and gently stroked it while continuing to kiss her soft thick lips. Chalissa had closed her eyes as her sister's hand brushed along her leg and then up over her belly, finally cupping her breast. The younger woman moaned quietly in response to the sensation of her sister's intimate touch and gasped as she started to gently squeeze it.
Chalissa met her sister's next kiss with her lips parted. Rashanta felt the girl's tongue and responded by meeting it with her own. She had tuned out the surroundings, the bright lights, the men walking by, drinks in hand. Instead, she focussed on the sensations on her mouth, her sister's full lips. The feel of her soft warm breast beneath her hand. The older sister's breath quickened and she could feel her pussy growing moist.
Rashanta felt Chalissa's soft hand on her own breasts. Her touch was gentle and she could feel her nipples hardening. The smell of her musk was unmistakable. She could tell her baby sister was as aroused as she was. She explored the younger woman's mouth with her tongue and moved her hand back down to her pussy. Chalissa moaned again and parted her thighs, giving her big sister access to her sex.
The slender negress could hear unintelligible voices from the audience, but that didn't distract her. She began stroking her sister's pussy and felt the younger woman squirming and then rhythmicly humping back against her hand.
"I want to taste you, Shanta," whispered Chalissa. "I want to so bad."
Oblivious to their surroundings, Rashanta lay on her back on the bed on the stage and opened her legs. Chalissa climbed up, straddling her, her head towards her feet and lowered her face between her big sister's thighs.
"Yeah!" a voice cried out from the crowd. "Now they're gettin' down to it!"
Other whistles and shouts could be heard, but Rashanta just opened her legs wider and felt her baby sister's breath on her pussy. She looked up and could see the younger woman's crotch, labia glistening with moisture. The first touch of the girl's tongue to her vagina sent a wave of pleasure through her entire body. Chalissa, initially tentative, began lapping her sister's cunt eagerly. The older woman bucked her hips involuntarily.
"Sit on her face, bitch!" ordered an unseen man from the audience. "You're missin' out!"
Scattered laughter followed. Chalissa complied, and lowered herself, pushing her pussy into her big sister's face. Rashanta began licking her, up and down the slit. Flicking her clit with her tongue. She was soaked and rocked back and forth. The older woman felt her orgasm building and clamped her thighs on her baby sister's head and moaned into her crotch.
"Mmmff!" she cried, the sound muffled by the younger negro's pussy. "Mmmff!"
Chalissa kept lapping away at her sister's pussy while Rashanta came hard. She could hear the younger woman vocalizing, too, as she continued to grind her cunt into big sister's face.
Rashanta felt drained as the glow of her climax began to fade. She continued her ministrations to Chalissa's pussy, poking her tongue in the younger woman's vagina. She could feel her baby sister rocking faster on her face, her cunt lubricating freely. The older woman lapped the juices up and felt her sibling shudder and heard her cry out.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" cried Chalissa in short bursts as her pussy spasmed. "Oh, Shanta! Shanta..."
Gradually Chalissa calmed down and relaxed. Rashanta stopped licking and instead kissed her sister's pussy. It wasn't long before she was rocking again. After a few minutes of this she was brought back to earth by Miriam's voice.
"Alright!" cried the white lady. "That's enough! Break it up, you two! I declare! You girls are just like a couple of dogs going at it!"
Chalissa climbed off her sister. Rashanta could see the flushed look on her face as she got up, too. Clearly she had been getting close again.
Rashanta looked around the room. Many of the white men seated there had a naked black woman kneeling in front of them, head bobbing up and down. They'd all obviously been enjoying the scene. It hadn't been easy for her to perform this intimate act with her sister and it humiliated her to think of these men using them as if they were pornographic sex show.
"Willie!" Miriam called out. "Come here!"
The old black man came out from behind the bar and hurried over to the white lady.
"There's a new gentleman who'd like to use this one," said Miriam, indicating Rashanta. "He prefers she be restrained and gagged. See to it, Willie."
"Yes, ma'am, Miz Miriam," said Willie, grinning broadly at the naked colored woman. "Right away, ma'am!"
Rashanta shuddered at this development. She'd never gotten comfortable with being strapped down and gagged while being used by one of the club's gentlemen. She always felt so vulnerable and helpless that way while some sweaty hard breathing white man used her body like a living sex doll. It was degrading to the extreme. But what really humiliated her the most was how wet it made her.
The old negro took the naked black woman by the arm and led her to one of the back rooms. Once they got there he opened a drawer and pulled out a bright red ball gag.
"Hold still, sweet thang," said Willie, putting it in Rashanta's mouth and fastening it tightly behind her head, stretching her lips and distorting her face. "Now, don't you look purty! Them gentlemen likes bein' alone wit' you niggas sometimes. Havin' y'all like dis, it be almost like y'all ain't even here wit' 'em. Jus' dat sweet sweet body."
Rashanta just looked at him, her eyes wide, saliva already beginning to drool from her stretched lips and drip onto her naked breasts. Willie guided her to the bed.
"Lay down now, girl," the old black man instructed. "Ol' Willie be makin' sho' you comfy."
The slender negress lay on the bunk and remained passive as he placed leather wrist and ankle cuffs on her, securing them to the legs of the bunk with lengths of rope. Rashanta was now spread eagle on the bed, her arms and legs stretched taught.
"Dat ain't gonna do," Willie mused to himself, rummaging through the drawer. "Dose legs ain't open wide 'nough."
Willie produced two leather straps and put them around Rashanta's thighs just above her knees. He attached ropes to the straps and pulled them tight through over the metal frame that the mattress rested on, forcing her legs open wider. She could feel the strain in her groin and her pussy lips parting from it.
"Dat's mo' like it!" exclaimed Willie. "Gots that coochie openin' right up for dem white men. Jus' how it should be!"
"Mmmff," said Rashanta.through the gag.
Willie walked out of the room, pausing at the door to take in the view.
"My, oh, my!" exclaimed the old colored man happily. "Ain't you a purty sight, sweet thang!"
Willie turned and left Rashanta alone, tied naked and helpless to the bed. She heard the approaching footsteps and turned her head away. She was too embarrassed by her situation to look anyone in the face.
Rashanta heard the sound of a zipper going down and felt the bed sag as someone climbed between her legs. She felt the head of an erect cock at the entrance to her vagina. Her pussy was still sopping from being licked by her sister so the man's dick slid in easily and deeply. She gasped as his thick member filled her.
"I've missed you, Shanta," said the man between her legs. "I've missed your sweet black pussy."
Rashanta turned her head and was completely shocked to see her silver haired boss, Mr. Paul Davidson, looking down into her gagged face. Startled, she struggled against her bonds, but was completely immobilized.
"Mmmff! Mmmff!" she cried in an effort to speak.
Her whole body burned with shame at having her employer find her here this way. Naked, gagged, and tied spread eagle to the bed. She was nothing more than a human fuck doll stripped of all her dignity.
Rashanta's legs were spread wide, she couldn't close them even a little. Her was pussy open and available. Her arms secured over her head, no way to defend herself. Her mouth gagged, not that it mattered that much. But it added to her powerlessness.
At least at work they maintained the fiction that their relationship was an office romance as opposed to an arrangement of mutual use. She used him to advance her career and he used her to get some pussy on the side. But now, all the illusions had been stripped away. He held complete control over her and she was totally at his mercy. She was nothing more to him than a warm place to put his dick.
"I got a call sayin' you'd been arrested," started Paul, slowly stroking in and out of the helpless negro's pussy. "Arrested and thrown in jail. Thinking of you locked in some cell turned me on, too. Always in control and on top, even when you're on your back. Not this time..."
Rashanta couldn't believe Paul would do this. Talking to her conversationally while using her bound body. He was virtually raping her, she was powerless to do anything other than lay there and take it. Somehow, being taken this way by one of the many strangers who'd had her was different than this white man she'd traded favors with the past couple of years.
"So, Shanta," he said, the exertion audible in his voice, "you like it like this? No choice? No quid pro quo? Givin' it up because I want it?"
The colored woman didn't know how to respond to that. And with the ball gag stuffed in her mouth, it didn't matter. She had tried to convince herself that she had him believing that she was interested in him and enjoyed his advances and that's why he made sure she got what she wanted. But, clearly that hadn't been the case. To him, it was an exchange. Perks for sex. To him, she was a whore. The thought shamed her even further than her helpless condition.
"I got off on watchin' you get it on with your sister," Paul continued, breathing heavily. "I didn't know you were a lezzie. And with your own sister, too! Jesus, Shanta! You are a nigger! Damn, I love fuckin' you."
Of course he'd seen that, she thought. She turned her head away again, unable to face him. She'd worked so hard to come off as a cool professional with him. Now that image was gone forever if it had ever even been there in the first place. She was a whore. A slutty whore who liked to have lesbian sex with her little sister. The shame burned through and through.
"What's the matter?" he asked, picking up the pace. "Embarrassed? You? You're just a nigger who'll spread her legs for a better parkin' place. You've got no shame. Look at me, bitch!"
Rashanta turned her head back and looked up at Paul. She'd never seen this look on his face or heard this tone in his voice. He'd always been so smooth with her in the past. Now, that veneer was gone. He was absolutely in control and she was utterly helpless. And they both knew it.
"That's more like it, you slut," he said huskily. "You fuckin' whore. You know you love it like this. You can't help yourself, can you?"
The slender negress felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over her as she realized she was unconsciously moving with him, her hips pushing up to meet each thrust. He was right. She did love it like this. And it shamed her to her core. But she couldn't deny it and felt her climax building.
"You're sloppy wet, you fuckin' nigger whore," rasped Paul. "I can't believe I wasted so much time treatin' you like a lady when you were just a slut all along. I like it this way better. And so do you, bitch. Admit it."
Rashanta squealed into the gag as she felt her orgasm about to explode. His words were so degrading to her, but they made her feel so good. She didn't understand why but she was way past the point of analytical thinking. She was like an animal in heat and was totally consumed by the physical pleasure of it.
"Yeah," cried Paul. "Squeal like a pig for me, bitch. That's what you are isn't it? Just a dumb nigger who loves to be used hard. Aren't you? Nod your stupid head, you dumb nigger. Show me you know it, too!"
The negress nodded her head vigorously, her eyes wide. She knew it, alright. She loved it and didn't care if he knew it. In fact, she realized she did want him to know it.
"Mmmff! Mmmff!" squealed the bound black woman as she came.
Rashanta's pussy was spasming, squeezing his dick. She jerked against the restraints.
"Here it comes, bitch!" cried Paul. "Take it, you fuckin' whore! Take it all!"
The colored woman felt him ejaculate in her vagina. Strong hot spurts shot deep inside her as her pussy continued its contractions. She'd always made him wear a condom in the past so she'd never felt his sperm hitting the inside of her cunt. That sensation set off a second orgasm. She'd never felt anything so strong before. She felt as if she was part of him, belonged to him. She was completely overwhelmed by the feeling and completely lost in it.
"Oh, fuck!" Paul exclaimed. "Fuck! You're such a slut! Such a fuckin' nigger! Fuck..."
The silver haired man collapsed on top of the bound negro. She could feel that he was soaked in sweat, just as she was. He breathed heavily in her ear. She just lay there, immobilized by her restraints, her chest heaving. They remained that way for a few minutes, she could feel him shrink inside her.
Finally, Paul stood up. Rashanta's pussy made wet sounds as he withdrew. He looked down on her and stepped up to where he was standing right next to her head. He grabbed a handful of hair and used it to wipe off his glistening cock. He went to the door and opened it slightly.
"Send the sister in here," he ordered. "My dick needs cleaning."
Rashanta watched as Chalissa entered the room. Her younger sister took a quick glance in her direction before kneeling before the white man. She took his cock in her mouth, sucking her big sister's slime off of it. Finished, she kissed the head and looked up at him.
Paul dressed and left the room. Chalissa stood and looked down at her big sister, legs spread wide, pussy hole gaping, thick white liquid leaking out and pooling up under her on the sheet. Rashanta knew how she must appear to the girl, but at this moment she didn't care.
Miriam poked her head into the room and looked at Rashanta laying on the bed. She looked at Chalissa and snapped her fingers to get the girl's attention. The white lady then pointed back over at the bound negro.
"Go clean that mess up, girl," ordered Miriam. "And get all that goo off the sheets."
Chalissa climbed onto the bed between Rashanta's legs and began lapping up the cum from her big sister's pussy. Her labia were swollen and she could feel the heat still there as she poked her tongue into her hole and sucked the white man's semen out. Rashanta just closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of her baby sister's tongue in her cunt.
"Enough of that!" scolded Miriam, smiling. "You'll have plenty of time for that later back in your cage! There's other gentlemen waiting for her and you, too, girl. Let's go now."
* * *
By the time Rashanta emerged from the back room on wobbly legs, Paul was nowhere to be seen. The club was pretty much empty and Miriam gathered the naked black female inmates together and herded them back to the door to the cell block. Frankie, the night guard waited for them as they put their gowns back on.
Back in their cells Rashanta and Chalissa lay on their bunks in the dark. Nothing was said for a few minutes.
"That musta been a shock to see Mr. Davidson on top of you!" said Chalissa. "Gawd! I can't imagine what it must have been like for him to see you like that."
"Yeah," agreed Rashanta. "It was somethin' else, alright. That's fo' sho'."
Rashanta drifted off to sleep with images of Paul looking down at her, using her, and taking possession of her. Her pussy still throbbed and the memory of him had her wet again.
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