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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 hard to imagine that the weekend was almost over. It seemed like a long time since she'd started out down the path that led here, but a week ago she hadn't even heard of the Plantation Club.
This time it was the young negro girl who led Shanika to the wash stall in the barn. "No need to shave that coochie since you be goin' back today," she said. The girl looked the other way as the slave girl squatted over the drain and relieved herself. She soaped her up, scrubbed her, and turned the hose on her.
Yolanda appeared as the negro girl finished hosing Shanika off.
"Massa Richards wants to see you," she said.
She picked up the black slave girl's chain and led her from the barn, and across the courtyard to the main house, Shanika shuffled her shackled feet in an effort to keep up with older black woman. Yolanda pulled Shanika along into the house, past the service stairs leading to the guest rooms, and down a plushly carpeted hallway. They came to a door marked 'Private'.
"When you're presented to Massa Richards, you will display yourself properly. Hands behind head, chest out, legs spread, eyes down. Is that clear, missy?" Yolanda asked.
"Yes, ma'am," replied Shanika.
"Good." Yolanda knocked on the door.
"Come, in," called Richards from inside. Yolanda opened the door and led the chained slave girl into the room. He sat in a leather upholstered chair behind a large wooden desk. There were two similar chairs in front of the desk, presumably for visitors, but he made no indication to the two black women to sit.
Shanika stood in front of Mr. Richards desk as she had been instructed. He watched as she spread her legs apart as far as the ankle chain allowed, clasping her hands behind her head. Yolanda stood to one side, holding Shanika' chain.
"So, girl, how have you enjoyed your time here with us?" he asked the black slave standing naked in front of him.
"I likes it jes fine, Massa," she replied, continuing to look down at the desk top.
"Good, good," he said, coming around from behind the desk. He looked at Yolanda. "Wait outside, Yolanda," he said to her.
"Yes, Massa," she said, letting Shanika's chain down. She left the room and closed the door.
"It's my custom to photograph every slave that serves at the club," he said, opening one of the desk drawers. He produced a camera and pointed it at her and the flash went off. "Open your mouth," he ordered. She complied and the flash went off again.
He walked slowly around the colored girl, drinking in the vision of the chained slave displaying her naked black body for his pleasure. He lined up a full length shot from behind her and snapped the shutter.
"Bend over as far as you can," he instructed. She did as she was told and he took another picture. "Good. Now stand back up and turn to one side, so I can get a profile." Again she complied. The camera flashed. "Now face me." She turned to face the camera, her mouth still open. Another flash. "Hands down, mouth closed." Flash. "Eyes up. Look at me." Flash. "Excellent!"
He sat in the guest chair directly in front of her and reached between her legs, stroking her black pussy. "Excellent," he said softly, "nice and wet. Just the way a nigger girl should be."
Shanika had been aware of her growing arousal and could feel the dampness between her legs. His touch brought her pleasure and she squatted slightly to give him fuller access to her sex. She closed her eyes as he reached his free hand up and began to caress her heavy black breasts.
"Mmmm," she murmured as her excitement mounted.
"What's wrong, girl?" he asked quietly, "didn't you get to cum enough? I would have thought a fine negress like you would have been fucked silly."
"No, Massa," she replied, her voice husky, "my massas dint let me cum at all. Only time I cummed wuz when Miz Debbie made two nigger girls suck my coochie."
"Poor, nigger. Would you like to cum now?" he asked as he rubbed her pussy faster, slipping a finger into her with each stroke.
"Yessa, Massa. Ah sho' do wants to cum," she gasped.
"Ok," he said, withdrawing his hand. "Sit in the chair. I want to watch you make yourself cum."
Shanika opened her eyes, disappointed that he wasn't going to bring her off. But she needed to cum bad. She quickly shuffled over to the other guest chair. She stumbled, causing her chains to jangle, and then sat in the chair, spreading her legs wide and reaching her shackled hands down to her crotch and began rubbing herself furiously as the white man looked on. Her breathing quickened as she got closer.
"You must ask me permission to cum, girl. Niggers can't cum without asking first," he said.
The chains on Shanika's manacles jingled almost continuously as she masturbated. "Please, Massa, kin I cum?" she asked breathlessly.
"Yes, girl," he replied gently. "Cum for your master."
"Oh, ah, ah," she cried out lost in the throws of her orgasm. She barely noticed the flashes of the camera. She was still breathing hard when she heard him open the door to let Yolanda back in.
Shanika's scent was heavy in the air. She looked up and saw Mr. Richards and Yolanda looking down at her. Her hands were still between her legs. She felt very exposed like this having just shared this most intimate act with the older white man. Her legs gaped wide open, her black pussy glistened.
"Stand up, girl," said Yolanda, picking up her chain. Shanika stood. "Display," she commanded. The slave girl resumed the position she had been taught. Her heart was still beating rapidly, having not recovered completely from her self induced climax.
Mr. Richards stood beside his desk. Shanika stood before him, her chest out, her legs spread, and her hands behind her head.
"Your contract is up today and you'll be transported back in a little while. You've done well here this weekend. You're a good slave and a fine nigger," he praised her. "Please contact us again. You'll be welcome here."
"Thank you, Massa," replied the slave girl. Without prompting, she got on her knees, bent forward, and placed her head on the floor in front of her master's feet, resting it there for a moment. Then she kissed each foot and got back on her feet.
Touched by her submissive display, he reached out and touched her cheek. She turned her head and kissed his hand.
"You are one fine negress for sure," he said. "I do hope you'll be back."
He looked at the older black woman. "Yolanda," he said, "you may go now."
Yolanda jerked on the chain and Shanika turned and followed her out of Mr. Richard's office. His eyes followed the slave girl's black ass as she shuffled away.
The colored lady led her, still in her chains, across the courtyard. Slave girls were being brought out and put in their stations for display and the white men were circulating amongst them, inspecting their potential purchases.
Shanika could see the van waiting ahead. Yolanda led the shackled black slave girl to the rear door and opened it. She removed the cuffs and collar from the naked colored girl. It felt strange to Shanika to be entirely free of her bonds. She looked longingly over the scene before her, feeling a twinge of excitement as she recalled her own moment on the auction block.
"Get in and get dressed, girl," said Yolanda. Shanika leaned forward and kissed the older black lady on the lips before climbing into the van.
Yolanda smiled, a little surprised at the display. "Oh, you'll be back, missy," she said. "You'll be back."
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