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Rashanta Wallace, an ambitious career minded black woman, finds herself
arrested on trumped up charges and is imprisoned while on a business
trip.  She is humiliated, degraded, and sexually abused by corrupt
officals and authorities.

CAUTION:  The "n" word is used liberally.


		
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Hard Time for Rashanta


Chapter 6 - Incarceration


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.


________________________________________________________________________

Hard Time for Rashanta


Chapter 7 - Twenty Lashes


Rashanta hadn't realized she'd fallen asleep on the floor following
the assault perpetrated upon her by Annie, Babs, and Trixie.  The
lights suddenly coming on startled her awake.  She was sore from the
rough treatment she'd received at the hands of the brutal lesbians.
Her breasts ached, her pussy burned, and her face was bruised.  The
scent of the woman who'd used her face to masturbate on was still
heavy upon her as was the stench of the bull dyke's urine from having
relieved herself on the hapless negro.

The black woman was also quite stiff from having spent the night naked
on the cold cement floor of her jail cell.  She got up and started
stretching just as Rusty appeared on his morning rounds.

"Jesus fucking christ!" exclaimed the young red headed guard as he
took in the scene of the disheveled negress.  "Must a been some party
here last night!"  He wrinkled his nose as the smell hit him.  "Dayum!
What a stink!  I ain't takin' you nowhere smellin' like that!  Not
even to go get yer whuppin'!  I'll have to hose you down first.  What
is it with you, anyways?  You just a nasty nigger, ain't you?"

Rashanta hung her head in shame at the young guards rebuke and
revulsion.  She knew how she must look and was keenly aware of how she
smelled.  Rusty disappeared out of her view for a few minutes and then
returned with a hose.  He attached it to a spigot mounted on the wall
near the floor and turned on the valve.  Water spurted out of the hose
nozzle.

"Seems I'm always hosin' you down, girl," the young guard said to her
as he pointed the hose into the cell.  "Good thing there's a drain in
there so I can just do it right here.  Kinda like the cages at the dog
pound."

The water was ice cold and at high pressure.  It almost knocked the
colored woman off her feet when it hit her.  She felt like a dog at
the pound right now.  Hosed down like an animal in her cage.  In spite
of the pain and humiliation, she actually welcomed having the filth
from the previous night rinsed off her.

"Alright, that'll do," said Rusty.

He turned the water off and unlocked the cell door.  Rashanta reached
for the gown that was laying on her bunk.

"You won't be needin' that, girl," the guard told her.  "Whip'd jus'
tear it up anyhow.  Let's go.  It's time."

Rashanta fought back the tears as she thought of what awaited her.
Twenty lashes of the whip on her naked body.  Most of the painful
things she'd experienced here had happened suddenly.  But the
whipping...  That had been hanging over her for what seemed like an
eternity.  And now it was about to happen.

Together they walked down the corridor.  The uniformed white guard in
khaki slacks and shirt.  The naked black inmate with glistening dark
brown skin, jiggling titties, and undulating ass.

Rusty buzzed them through a steel barred door that opened onto a dusty
outside courtyard.  The morning air was chilly and Rashanta's nipples
hardened as she began to shiver.  The courtyard was surrounded by the
jail building on three sides and a chain link fence with barbed wire
on top on the fourth.  There was a raised wooden platform next to the
fence.  A heavy wooden beam with a thick metal hook was mounted on
tall posts such that it was about six or seven feet over the platform.

"That's where you're gonna get your whuppin, girl," said Rusty
cheerfully, when he noticed his prisoner was checking out the
platform.  "They'll cuff your wrists together and hang the chain right
on that hook.  Then they'll whup your ass but good!  It'll be quite a
sight, believe you me!  We'll have the prisoners down here to watch
and folks always come up to watch from the other side of the fence."

Rashanta hadn't realized that her punishment was to be a spectacle for
all to see.  To be whipped publicly, naked, was far more humiliating
than anything she'd experienced so far, and she'd experienced alot.
She felt a lump in her throat and a knot in the pit of her stomach.
She tried not to look at the place of her future torment but couldn't
tear her eyes away.

"Hey, Rusty," came a male voice from behind them.  "Showin' our guest
the facilities?"

Rusty and Rashanta both turned to see Judge White standing there with
his hands in his pockets and a big smile on his face.

"Judge!" exclaimed the guard.  "You're early!"

"I'm always early when a nigger gal's gonna get whipped!" he responded
jovially.  "Say, son, is there a room 'round here where I can have
some privacy with the nigger?"

"Yes, sir," answered Rusty.  "There's a interview room right next to
the platform."

"That'll do nicely," said the judge.  "I see the door.  I'll take her
there myself."

Dismissed, Rusty went back into the jail building leaving Rashanta
alone with Judge White..

"Let's go, girl," ordered the judge.

The silver haired man walked with the naked colored woman across the
courtyard to an unmarked wooden door.  He opened it and they both
entered a small room with a dirty window looking out onto the
platform.  A couple of wooden chairs were on either side of a rickety
looking table.

"I like to get a blow job from the niggers I sentence right before
they get whipped," Judge White said conversationally as he closed the
door.  "The fear of impendin' pain makes 'em do a better job of it.
Least ways, that's how it seems to me."

The judge sat in one of the chairs and patted his thigh while smiling
up at the naked black female prisoner.

"Please, your honor," the colored woman pleaded, "have mercy on me.  I
am so sorry for what I did.  I didn't mean anything by it at all.  It
was a mistake, that's all.  I'm begging you to reconsider my
punishment.  I'd do anything if you'd call it off and get me out of
here.  Anything at all.  I'd be your total slave for the thirty days
instead."

"Wouldn't you rather have me as your sex slave than locked up here in
this place?  Wouldn't you rather enjoy my body instead of having me
whipped?  You could use me any way you wanted any time you wanted as
many times as you wanted.  It wouldn't be like you were forcing me,
either.  I'd devote myself to your pleasure, sir.  And I know what men
like.  I can give you much pleasure.  I can squeeze your cock with my
pussy and massage it.  I do exercises.  You want to try it out now,
sir?  You want to use my pussy?  I promise you'll like it."

"Please just call off the whipping," she begged.  "And please take me
out of this jail.  I don't think I can stand it.  And I'd make sure
you were always well satisfied.  I swear it."

"Get down on your knees, girl," the white man instructed.

Rashanta quickly got to her knees and looked at Judge White with a
questioning look.  A mixture of expectation and a small amount of
relief.  She tried to read him.  She knew she could deliver on her
promises as her employer could attest.  She'd used her skills many
times as she advanced her career and gathered perks.  Begging this way
was humiliating, but the idea of being taken naked and publicly
whipped was more than she could bear.  Throwing herself on the mercy
of the judge was her last hope to get herself out of this situation.

"I'll suck you good, sir," continued the black inmate, "you'll see.
I'm a good cocksucker.  I can deep throat.  I know how to make you
feel really good.  Is that what you want, sir?  You want me to suck
your cock?  I'd love to do it for you."

The judge smiled broadly and patted his thigh again.

"Come here," he said.  "Come here and suck my dick, nigger."

"Yes, suh, boss!" agreed the slender colored woman, suddenly
remembering the mode of speech he liked.  "I's sorry if'n I was a
uppity a nigga jus' now, talkin' dat way.  I's happy to be jus' a
country nigga fo' you, boss.  I be yo' nigga an' I suck you good,
boss!  You ain't gon' be sorry at all!"

This was actually going to work, thought Rashanta.  She had totally
humiliated herself in front of him, but it was worth it.  If being a
dumb cocksucking country nigger for this old white man was what it
took to get her out of this predicament, then she'd do it.

The naked black prisoner walked forward on her knees smiling stupidly
at the silver haired judge.  She kept smiling after she reached him
where he sat.  Unzipping his fly, she took his stiff white dick out.
She looked up into his eyes as she wrapped her hand around it and
began to slowly stroke it.

"Oh, lawdy!" exclaimed Rashanta, totally in character.  "You sho' got
a big 'un, boss!  I could tell it when you was fuckin' my black ass.
I knows you a real big man.  Jus' the kind I like havin' fuck my ass.
An' when you had me suck you I's so grateful fo' yo' big white cock in
my mouth an' yo' cum in my belly.  I jus' din't wanna let on in front
o' those lawyers.  I's gon' love bein' yo' nigga slave.  An' you gon'
love it, too, 'cause I be takin' good care o' you, boss.  You kin use
all my holes anytime y'all want an' I gon' do all I kin to make y'all
feel good."

"Just suck it, nigger," said Judge White sternly.  "Shut up and start
suckin'."

"Yes, suh, boss!" agreed Rashanta.

The black female prisoner took the old judge's dick inbetween her
thick negro lips and began to suck it in earnest.  She slurped noisily
as she bobbed her head up and down.  At the same time she massaged the
base of his cock with one hand and caressed his balls with other.  All
the while she kept her eyes locked on his to make sure of his
approval.  She put her heart into this blow job, unlike the time under
the table in his chambers.  She was certain he'd want her as his own
personal sex toy for the month rather than having her whipped and
leaving her here in the jail house.

Behind her, Rashanta heard the door open up and foot steps cross the
floor.

"Hey, Duane," said the judge, looking up, grinning.  "I'm just
enjoyin' this here nigger girl's mouth a bit.  How've you been?"

The negress continued worshiping the white man's dick without pausing
in spite of the fresh wave of hot shame that washed over her at the
sudden presence of the unseen stranger.  His footsteps drew closer and
then she saw him.  A tall, thin, white man in his late thirties stood
next to the judge's chair and looked down at her as she sucked the
older man's cock.  He had a full head of wavy brown hair and a thick
mustache that reached his chin.  He wore a loose black button up shirt
and black slacks.  He sported gold rimmed aviator style sunglasses
even in the dimly lit room.

"She's really goin' to town on you there, Harry," the new arrival
observed.  "She some hooker?"

"Fuck no!" the judge replied.  "Jus' some uppity nigger who needs some
trainin'.  She's learnin' all about how to behave here.  Ain't that
right, nigger?"

"Yes, suh, boss!" Rashanta agreed, pausing briefly to answer, and
quickly returning to the task at hand.

"Don't seem so uppity to me," said Duane.  "She's actin' like a proper
nigger so far as I can see.  You ain't complainin' are you?"

"It's just an act," Judge White replied.  "They all get this way when
whippin' time gets close.  All snooty and uppity 'til the whip-master
comes 'round.  Then they get all down home niggerly in a heart beat.
They all got it in 'em, but it shames 'em to let it out.  So they
gotta be desperate first.  Like this nigger here."

"Well, that's what y'all pay me for, Harry," the thin white man said.

Rashanta kept slurping and sucking and stroking.  She stuck her tongue
out and pressed it to the underside of his dick as she worked her
mouth up and down in order to increase the older man's pleasure and to
try to get him off.  Her jaw began to ache, but she kept up the pace.

"Damn, this nigger got a sweet mouth on her," the judge said huskily.
"You be makin' a mistake not to have some of this afterwards."

"You know I always partake," Duane responded.  "So don't worry none
about that."

"Fuck!" exclaimed the silver haired man.  "Fuck!"

The black woman sucked harder as the judge ejaculated in her mouth.
Thick hot spurts of semen hit the back of her throat and she quickly
swallowed it.  She knew men liked that act of total submission.  The
executives at her company were all married to precious white women who
wouldn't go down on their husbands, let alone swallow their cum.
She'd gotten alot of mileage out of that fact.  She had no qualms
about being a cocksucking nigger for the white men if it served her
purposes.

"I'll go get a coffee," said Duane.  "And let you finish up here."

"Oh!  Ahhh..." sighed the judge, his eyes closing for a few seconds..
"I'm through now.  Hang on."

Rashanta kept sucking until no more sperm leaked out of the white
man's dick.  At last she leaned back and stood on her knees with her
head bowed.  They always eat this part up, she remembered.  She
thought of it as the humble nigger look.

"Thank you, sir," she said softly.  "Dis nigga grateful fo' yo' cum,
boss."

Judge White stood and zipped his fly back up.  He reached into his
jacket pocket and produced an envelope.  He handed it to Duane.

"Here's your pay," said the judge.  "Two fifty, like always, courtesy
of the county.  Take care not to mark her up too bad, ok?  She's kinda
pretty for a nigger."

Rashanta was stunned.  He was going to have her whipped after all!
She'd given him the deluxe blow job.  The country nigger act.
Everything.  And he was still going to have her whipped!

"You ain't gon' still whup dis nigga, is you, suh?" she asked
desperately.  "I show you I's a good nigga, boss.  I suck you good.
An' I do it again and again fo' you.  Please don't beat me, boss!"

Duane looked over the tops of his sunglass lenses at the judge, who
smiled broadly and laughed.

"You heard me, girl!" the silver haired man protested with mock
surprise.  "I told him not to mark you up too bad!  What more do you
want?  What about all the nice folks who took the trouble to show up
to watch?  Some of 'em come for miles!  You don't want them
disappointed do you?  The sheriff's gettin' all the prisoners together
to learn a lesson, too.  I can't be wastin' his time by callin' it all
off!"

"But, boss!" cried the negress, the tears starting to flow, "I thought
you was gonna spare me the whippin'!  How 'bout I suck your friend,
too, boss?  I suck him so good he gonna cum like he ain't never cum
before!"

"I gotta get me a coffee, Harry," said Duane, pocketing the envelope.

"Hush now, girl," said Judge White sternly.  "You're startin' to get
tiresome.  You're a good cocksucker.  I ain't gonna argue 'bout that.
But you're just a nigger.  An' you're gonna suck me anyways.  An'
you're gonna suck ol' Duane, too.  And that's all there is to it, so
you best be gettin' used to the idea."

Duane shook his head with a knowing smile on his face and headed for
the door.  He let himself out, closing the door behind him.

"I gotta take a piss and there ain't no place to go," announced the
judge.  "Now, open that mouth up like a good nigger."

Rashanta was dumbfounded by this latest order.  Did he expect her to
let him pee in her mouth?  After betraying her that way?  He'd let her
play the dumb cocksucking nigger act all the way to the end and still
wanted more.  Maybe if he'd called off the whipping, but this was too
outrageous.  She looked up at him with her jaw clenched.

"Jus' like I figured," sighed the judge.  "Still uppity.  I knew all
that was just an act.  Well, that's ok.  I liked it fine.  Now stop
all this nonsense and open that pretty mouth of yours so I can take a
piss.  My bladder's about to burst here!"

The nude prisoner remained unmoving, her mouth closed.  The judge
raised his arm up.

Whap!  The blow knocked her off her knees and onto the floor.  The
judge towered over where she cringed on the floor.

"Get up," he growled.  "Get up or I'll give you a beatin' that'll make
the whippin' you're gonna get seem like kid stuff."

The slender black woman got back up on her knees, sniveling, her face
stinging from the open handed slap.

"Open up, bitch," the judge demanded.  "Open that fuckin' mouth up now
and take it."

Rashanta complied, tears streaming down her face.  Judge White
unzipped his fly and took his dick out.  He held it in his hand like
he was standing in front of a urinal in the men's room.  He stepped
forward, putting the head of his cock into the negro's mouth.  His
piss began to flow slowly, splattering onto the back of her throat.

"Lock your lips around that, nigger," the white man ordered.  "Better
not spill any if you know what's good for you."

The colored woman closed her lips over the judge's dick, still wet
from the blow job she'd administered a few minutes earlier.  She felt
his hand on the back of her head, forcing her face into his crotch.
The volume of urine increased as he relieved himself into her mouth.
She gulped the foul liquid down as fast a she could, fearful of the
consequences if any leaked out.

The old man must have been saving it up, the naked black prisoner
thought.  She'd felt as if she'd been gagging it down for at least a
minute.  Finally the stream subsided.

"Ahhh..." sighed the judge.  "That's the pause that refreshes!"

He stepped back from her and shook a drop or two off his dick onto her
brown skin and zipped up his fly.  He walked past her kneeling form
and peered out the dirty window.

"Crowd's starting to form," Judge White observed, mainly to himself.

The door opened and Duane walked in.  He had a white styrofoam cup of
coffee in one hand and what looked like a gym bag in the other.  He
set the bag on the table and sat in the chair, sipping the coffee.

"Sheriff's got the inmates in the courtyard to watch," the thin white
man said conversationally.  "Folks outside got all the good spots
covered already."

"It's almost nine now," the judge informed him.  "Think I'll go take
my seat.  Come on out when you're ready."

Duane lifted his coffee cup up in a mock toast to Judge White.

"I'll just be a few minutes, Harry," the mustached man replied.  "I
wanna finish this and then I gotta get the nigger ready for whippin'."

The judge walked out into the courtyard, closing the door behind him.
The whip-master sipped thoughtfully on his coffee.  The nude prisoner
remained kneeling on the floor, the taste of the older man's urine
burning in her mouth.  After a minute, he drained the cup and reached
for the gym bag.  He produced a pair of thick black leather cuffs
connected by a short length of heavy chain.

"Alright, girl, " he told her, "let's have your wrists."

Rashanta submissively presented her wrists to be cuffed.  A tear
rolled down her face.  Duane fastened the cuffs on her and looked her
in the eye.

"These ain't too tight now, are they?" he asked.

"No, sir," she answered, another tear forming.

"Good," said the white man.  "Now listen good, girl.  You best just
relax an' take it.  It'll go easier that way.  Get all tense an' it'll
only hurt worse.  Keep your back to me, I'd hate to mark those pretty
titties up.  Tender flesh marks up easy."

Duane reached out and caressed Rashanta's naked breasts.  Her nipples
hardened in response to his gentle touch.  The prisoner's tears flowed
freely now.  The whip-master stood and went to the door and opened it.

"It'll all be over with soon, girl," the whip-master consoled her.

"Ok, boys," he said out the door.  "Take the nigger on up there."

Bo and Rusty walked in and each took one of Rashanta's arms, lifting
her to her feet.  Rusty's nose wrinkled at the smell of piss on her
breath.

"I jus' had her all cleaned up, too, Bo," added the red haired guard.

"That fuckin' Hard on Harry," said Bo, shaking his head and smiling.
"He's just a mean son of a bitch, ain't he?"

"Oh yeah," agreed Rusty.

The two uniformed guards, their nude prisoner held firmly between
them, walked to the platform across the courtyard.  The negress looked
around and saw a sea of orange coveralls and gowns where the inmate
population stood waiting for the spectacle.  She could feel their eyes
upon her.  She felt as if she'd vomit what with the tension and taste
of urine.

They went up the platform steps and walked the black woman to a spot
under the overhanging beam.  She gazed through the fence to see
ordinary seeming white folks standing around looking back at her.
Most of the ones up front had brought folding lawn chairs to sit on.
Some sipped drinks or ate donuts while the stood there waiting for the
show to start.

Bo lifted the chain connecting the cuffs on her wrists and placed it
over the hook.  Rashanta had to stand on her toes to relieve the
strain on her shoulders and take the weight off her arms.  The guards
stepped back and stood on either side of where she saw Judge White
sitting in a folding chair.  Seated next to him was the district
attorney, the public defender, and the sheriff.

Duane climbed the steps, a thick braided leather whip in his hand.  He
walked to where Rashanta was secured, naked, hanging by her wrists,
her firm breasts sticking out, her calves stretched.  He reached up
and tugged on the chain to be sure she was held fast.

"Remember, girl, just relax and take it," he said softly so that only
she could hear, "Damn, but you look beautiful this way."

Rashanta fought back tears and tried to block out the murmuring
onlookers.  She looked straight ahead and saw the judge and his
companions looking on with expressions of eager anticipation on their
faces.

*Crack*!

Duane cracked the whip in the air and the crowd fell immediately
silent.  Rashanta yelped in fear from the sudden loud sound.  Judge
White stood up and faced her.

"Rashanta Wallace," the judge announced with grand ceremony, "having
been convicted of the crimes for which you are accused, the corporal
punishment part of your sentence will now be duly executed as
proscribed by the laws of our great state.  You shall receive twenty
lashes of the whip as I have ordered.  Proceed."

The crowd outside the fence began murmuring again.  The assembled
inmates shifted around on their feet.

*Whap*!

The first blow struck Rashanta on the back mainly on her right
shoulder.  The sound startled her and the pain wasn't instantaneous.
After a second, though, it started to burn.

*Whap*!

The second blow caught her on the left shoulder.  Again the pain
wasn't as bad as she'd expected at first but quickly built in
intensity in the following moments.

*Whap*!

The third blow was down the middle of her back.  With less flesh
protecting her the pain was worse.  Rashanta whimpered.

*Whap*!

This one landed where the first had, right across the welt that was
already rising.  The negress yelped in pain loud enough for the
onlookers to hear it.  The noise level increased noticeably.

*Whap*!

Next one was on the left again across the fresh welt.  She yelped
again.  The crowd grew louder.

*Whap*!

The lash went lower and struck her left ass cheek causing her to jump
and jerk at the chain.  The links made a loud metallic sound.  The
crowd gasped.

*Whap*!

Another blow to her ass, this time the right cheek.  Rashanta
whimpered and tried to absorb the blow.

"You're doin' good, girl," Duane told her from where he stood behind
her.

The dignitaries on the platform watched intently.  The judge and
public defender were positively mesmerized.

*Whap*!

The negress took the next blow across the back over two older welts.
The pain caused her to gasp and moan.  Her eyes watered.

*Whap*!

The lash kissed her ass cheek again and it burned immediately.  She
yowled like a kicked dog.

"Oooh!" went the audience.

*Whap*!

Her ass took another one right where the previous one landed.  She
tried to stifle a scream.

"You're takin' it fine," assured Duane.  "Good girl."

*Whap*!

A third blow to the same spot and she couldn't hold back the scream.
She could see the judge and his companions watching intently and she
didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much pain she
was in.

*Whap*!

Yet another blow to the same spot.  It was too much to bear and her
knees buckled and she groaned in agony.  She swung forward on the
chain holding her wrists together, her bare feet dragging across the
rough surface of the platform.

The crowd noise instantly rose in intensity.

*Whap*!

This stroke sent her slowly twisting around.  The poor whipped negress
sobbed and slumped forward in her bonds.

"Watch yourself, girl," warned Duane.  "I ain't stoppin' so you better
keep your back to me.  Such pretty titties..."

*Whap*!

The whip landed across her back, aggravating the earlier welted
stripes.  Rashanta let out a deep cry of pain.  She could hear the
onlookers gasp.  Her body rotated so that it faced the whip-master.

*Whap*!

The lash struck Rashanta's left breast across the nipple and on her
soft belly.  She let her head loll back and cried out.  The crowd
hushed at seeing this intimate blow.

"Turn yourself, girl," Duane instructed her.  "I'm tellin' you.  Those
titties ain't gonna like this."

*Whap*!

Another to her front.  A line of pain ran across her right breast.
She cried out pitifully.  She felt her bladder empty involuntarily.
Warm urine ran down the insides of her leg and left a trail of wetness
on the platform.  Her shame at pissing herself in front of this crowd
was almost as bad as the humiliation of the whipping.

"Don't worry none about that, girl," Duane consoled her, noticing that
she'd peed herself.  "Most everybody loses control under a whippin'
like this.  No need to be embarrassed."

*Whap*!

Another to the right breast.  Rashanta yowled again.  Her nipple was
on fire with the pain.  She desperately tried to get her footing and
turn away from the whip.  The crowd noise resumed as the onlookers
enjoyed the negress's plight.

"That's it," Duane encouraged her.  "Get your feet on the ground and
get your back to me."

*Whap*!

The whip struck her left breast causing her to cry out again and twist
away.  The chain rattled under the stress as the negress danced under
the lash.

"Yeah!" exclaimed an onlooker from the other side of the fence.

*Whap*!

Rashanta managed to turn her back to Duane and took the next blow
across her back.  The pain was almost unbearable and she sobbed
uncontrollably.

*Whap*!

The final blow took all Rashanta had out of her.  The whipped negress
slumped and hung by her wrists from the chain.  Her chest heaved.
Duane stepped forward and looked her over.

"You did pretty good, girl," he complimented her.  "I tried to not
mark you up too bad.  You got some pretty titties on you."

The guards ordered the assembled inmates back into the jail building.
The civilian audience milled around, the front row people gathered up
their folding chairs.  It was like people leaving an outdoor concert.
The only difference was that the entertainment was a different kind of
music.

Rusty and Bo lifted Rashanta while Duane slipped the chain off the
hook.  The held her up and walked her to face Judge White.

"So, what do you have to say for yourself now, nigger?" he asked with
an evil grin.  "Still feelin' uppity?"

The naked colored woman was covered with welts back and front.  A
sheen of sweat glistened from her bare brown skin.

"No, sir," she said in a small voice.  "I'm not feelin' uppity now."

"I'll be 'round to see you later," the silver haired man said to her.
"Just to make sure all that uppityness's beat out of you.  Take her
away.  Go have your fun now, Duane.  You earned it."

The two guards held their prisoner up and walked her towards the room
she'd been in before her ordeal.  The whip-master led the way and
opened the door.  The black woman watched as he sat in the chair the
judge had sat in earlier when she'd tried to convince him to call off
the punishment.

"Just leave the nigger here with me," said Duane.  "I'll call you when
I'm through with her."

Bo and Rusty let go of Rashanta, who stood on wobbly legs.  They went
back out the door and closed it.  The inmate stood naked and beaten
before the whip-master, still wearing his sunglasses.  She looked him
up and down and couldn't help but notice the erection bulging under
his black slacks.

"I hope you don't mind suckin' me off, girl," Duane started.
"Whippin' a pretty nigger girl like you gets me all fired up.  And
seein' you all welted up...  Well, my dick's about ready to bust.  How
about gettin' on the floor an' workin' some of that magic on me like
you did for Harry?  I'd be obliged."

Rashanta's body was racked with pain.  She was utterly humiliated at
having been publicly whipped, naked, for all to see her suffering and
crying.  She had no fight left in her and simply fell to her hands and
knees and crawled to him where he sat.

With trembling hands the negress unzipped the white man's slacks and
gently took his dick out.  She slipped it between her lips and
lovingly sucked the cock of the whip-master.  She had to give pleasure
to to the man who moments before had given her pure agony.

Rashanta sucked and slurped and bobbed her head.on Duane's dick.  Her
jaw ached, but then her whole body was in pain.  The welts of the
twenty lashes burned all over her.  Her back, her ass, her breasts,
all were covered with swollen red stripes.  The negress put all that
out of her awareness and focussed only on the business in front of
her: Pleasing the white man.  It was all that mattered now.  She
looked up at him, his cock still in her mouth, looking for his
approval.

"That's the way, nigger," the whip-master praised her technique
breathlessly.  "You sure are a fine cocksuckin' bitch.  And even
though you covered in whip welts, you still a sight to behold.  I
think maybe you're even more beautiful that way."

Rashanta actually took pleasure in his praise and sucked him in
greater earnest.  She brought her hands up and caressed his balls and
stroked his shaft.  He'd beaten her mercilessly and she wanted to
please him.  She didn't understand why.  She was driven and that was
all there way to it.

"Mmmm..." murmured Duane.  "Ahh..."

The white man stiffened momentarily and shot off in the negress's soft
wet mouth.  She swallowed his semen hungrily.  He slumped back in the
chair as she licked and kissed his cock.

"Thank you for usin' my mouth, sir," Rashanta said sincerely.  "It was
an honor to serve you.  Thank you for whippin' this nigger, sir.  I'm
grateful."

"My pleasure, girl," said Duane, standing and zipping his pants up.
"That was the best blow job I've got in a long time.  And you are one
fine nigger girl."

Rashanta blushed at the praise.  Her body hurt, but for some reason
his praise made her feel better.  She was confused, but just went with
the feeling and didn't try to analyze it.  Duane opened the door and
walked out without another word.  Sunlight streamed in from the
outside through the open doorway.

Bo and Rusty entered the room as Rashanta struggled to her feet.  No
longer needing their support, she walked between them as they escorted
her past the whipping platform and across the courtyard.  Her naked
flesh hurt as she moved, but she held her head high.

The other prisoners were at breakfast so the cells were empty as the
guards and their naked female prisoner went through the corridors of
the jail.  At last they arrived at her cell.

"In you go," said Bo.

The slender black woman carefully lay on her bunk and listened as the
cell door was slid shut and locked.  She wondered what had happened to
her and why she felt the way she did.  She'd actually felt compelled
to please the thin white man who'd given her so much pain.  Not just
compelled, she realized.  She wanted to do it.  Needed to do it.

Rashanta didn't enjoy the whipping, and her body was racked with pain.
But it hadn't been anything like she'd anticipated.  She'd been
dreading it and now it was over with.  All that remained ahead of her
were the thirty days on her sentence, though that still seemed like an
eternity.


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Hard Time for Rashanta


Chapter 8 - Chain Gang


Rashanta didn't have much time to recover from the brutal public
whipping and hard sexual use she'd endured the day before.  Rusty
returned the next morning and opened the door to her small steel
barred cell.

"Alright, on your feet, girl," said the red haired guard.  "Time to
put your lazy black ass to work."

The slender negress rose and stood naked in the center of her cell.
The young white man drank in the vision of her whip welted body.

"Ol' Duane did a pretty good job on you," observed Rusty.  "Nice
stripes, but no blood.  He's a pro, alright.  Caught your teats a
couple times, though.  Too bad.  The marks won't last that long.  Get
that gown on, monkey girl.  We ain't havin' no naked niggers on the
chain gang."

Rashanta slipped the gown on and walked through the open cell door.
She followed Rusty through the corridors back to the exit to the
courtyard where she'd been whipped the previous morning.  She'd missed
breakfast and her stomach growled.

"Don't worry, we'll feed you later once you done some proper work,"
said the guard, opening the outside door.

The air was hot and thick with humidity, Babs, Trixie, and Tasha stood
waiting with the sun beating down on them.  A heavy set black haired
guard was watching over them.  A pile of chains and manacles was at
his feet..  Rashanta recognized Deputy Faldo, the van driver who'd
taken her to court for her arraignment.  She squinted in the bright
sunlight.

"This's the last of 'em, Wally," Rusty announced to the other guard.
"Sheriff wants the grounds policed up first.  Then you can take 'em to
the highway an' get 'em started there."

"Help me chain 'em up, Rusty," said Wally.  "Don't want any of 'em
skidaddlin' on my watch."

Together, the two white guards attached the manacles to the prisoner's
ankles, a short length of chain between the legs, and a long length
between each prisoner.  Babs to Rashanta to Tasha to Trixie.  The
white women on the outside and the black ones in the middle.

"You're lucky, girl," Wally said to Rashanta as he attached the cuffs
to her ankles.  "All the other nigger girls are out diggin' ditches at
the dump.  Sheriff says you get to go with the white women today since
you still beat up from yesterday.  He ain't that bad a guy, you know?"

"What about her?" Rashanta asked, indicating Tasha.

The black haired guard smiled up at her at the question.

"Well," he grinned, standing, "Annie's monkey gets special treatment,
too."  He paused.Move out," ordered Wally.

Rusty stood and watched as the heavy set guard led the chained female
prisoners across the courtyard.  They walked past the whipping
platform to a chain link gate that lead through a fenced area to
another gate.  Finally they were outside the jail building.  Rashanta
looked around and could see the field of tall weeds was littered with
trash.  The remnants of the crowd that had gathered to be entertained
by her whipping.  Wally handed them each a plastic trash bag.

"Get with it, ladies," ordered the guard.  "I want this field as clean
as it was before the big show this mornin'."

Wally winked at Rashanta who blushed with shame.  That her painful
ordeal had been a mere show for the spectators humiliated her deeply.
Her body still ached.  She could feel the welts keenly as they had
only been left there a couple hours earlier.

The sun was relentless and though the work wasn't heavy, the prisoners
were quickly covered in sweat as they filled there trash bags.  The
morning dragged on for them.  They worked their way back from the jail
building to a a dirt road where people had parked their cars while
watching the whipping.

The sheriff's office van was making it's way up the road.  It was a
welcome sight since it was after noon by now, and it would be bringing
the inmates lunch.  A grey haired deputy was at the wheel and brought
the van to a stop.  Wally opened the passenger door and lifted out a
brown paper shopping bag.

"It's feedin' time!" he announced cheerfully.  "Don't y'all go
wanderin' past the tree.  If I have to come after you, there'll be
hell to pay."

The heavy set deputy handed out cheese sandwiches from the bag to the
inmates and then climbed into the van, closing the door behind him.
With Babs leading the way, the prisoners walked the short distance to
where a leafy tree provided some welcome shade.  They settled down and
started to eat.

It wasn't long after that that a thin blonde headed man wearing jeans
and a gas station attendant's shirt appeared carrying a white paper
bag.  The women watched him come closer.

"Shit," sighed Trixie.  "My fuckin' ex."  She looked up at him and
called out, "what the fuck do you want, Gary?"

The approaching white man looked over his shoulder and gestured for
her to lower her voice.

"Don't worry about nobody hearin' you," the red haired woman told him.
"Hank and Wally are prob'ly drinkin' in the van with the a.c. on and
the windows up.  They can't hear shit.  Now what do you want?"

"Hey, baby!" said Gary, smiling.  "I brought you a peace offering!  I
know they ain't feedin' you so good so I brought you some fried
chicken."

"I don't know what you're up to," said Trixie suspiciously.  "If you'd
a kept up them child support payments I wouldn't a ended up writin'
them checks an' endin' up here.  Ain't no fried chicken gonna make up
for that."

"You sure?" he asked, holding up the bag.  "It's still warm.  Maybe we
can slip away..."

"What!" the red head exclaimed angrily.  "Is that what you here for?
You think you're gonna dip your wick in my honey hole for some damn
fried chicken?  You can forget that right now, you dumb son of a
bitch!  What do I look like?  Some kinda fuckin' nigger?"

"Well... I... uh...," stammered Gary, embarrassed as he saw the women
all looking at him.

"Besides, it ain't like I can get away anyhow," Trixie continued,
kicking her leg and rattling the chain.  "I sure ain't gonna put on no
sex show here."

Babs snatched the bag of fried chicken from Gary and grabbed a
drumstick out and took a bite.

"Mmmm," said the big bull dyke.  "Not bad.  You can't have Trixie, but
you can use this nigger.  She's my monkey and she'll do what I say.
Ain't that right, monkey?"

Babs elbowed Rashanta, knocking her sandwich out of her hands.  Gary
looked at the slender black woman.  She turned her head away, not
wanting to see him.

"Ain't that the nigger what got whupped yesterday?" he asked, never
taking his eyes off her.

"Yep, she sure is," affirmed Babs.  "She was dancin' jus' like a
little monkey, too.  Screechin' and hollerin' like they do at the zoo.
Wanna see her naked?"

"Sure!" said Gary eagerly.

"Take it off, meat," Babs ordered Rashanta.  "Show the nice man where
you got kissed by the whip."

Rashanta no longer had the strength to resist and didn't even try.
She still hurt all over and felt utterly defeated.  Slowly, she stood
and lifted the gown, wincing as she pulled it over her head.  Naked,
she remained still, her head bowed, her eyes downcast.

"Damn!" exclaimed the white man.  "I couldn't see how good them welts
was from where I was standin'.  Fuck!  She's a hottie for a nigger!"

"Betcha wanna fuck her, don't you?" asked Babs, eyeing the bulge in
his jeans.

"Hell, yeah!" affirmed Gary.

The bull dyke turned to the slender negro.

"Get down on your knees, meat," demanded Babs.  "Present that black
ass for the nice man"

Rashanta looked around desperately.  The guards were nowhere to be
seen.  Trixie and Tasha watched in silent fascination.  Gary was
almost salivating, his erection clearly visible through his pants.
Dazed and confused, she began to slowly comply, but not fast enough
for the white lesbian.  Babs jerked the chain back that connected
their ankles, pulling the black woman's feet out from under her.  She
fell forward into the tall weeds.

"I said, on your fuckin' knees, bitch!" growled Babs.  "Now do like I
say!"

Gingerly, Rashanta assumed the position.  Naked, bent over, her ass in
the air, her legs spread wide, her face in the dirt.  She was utterly
humiliated in this pose.

"Go for it, buddy," Babs told Gary.  "The pussy's mine, but you can
fuck the asshole.  Got that?"

"You bet," answered Gary, quickly undoing his jeans.  "It's all the
same to me.  A hole's a hole."

The white man got behind the kneeling negress and put the tip of his
dick right against her puckered asshole.  The pre cum on the head of
his cock provided what little lubrication he needed to work it inside
her.  Once it was situated he shoved it slowly and deliberately up the
black woman's ass.

"Owww!" cried Rashanta.

"Shut up, meat," ordered Babs.  "Shut up and take it."

The bull dyke returned her attention to the fried chicken while the
white man pounded the colored woman's ass.  He grunted with pleasure
and exertion while the abused negro groaned in pain.  He was oblivious
to the women watching him sodomize the whipped negress who was chained
to them.  Finally, he could take no more.

"Fuck!" he cried out.  "Fuck!"

Rashanta was relieved as she felt him ejaculate in her ass.  The hot
spurts of semen in her rectum signalled an end of the painful abuse
she was suffering.  He shrank quickly inside her and withdrew.

"Damn..." sighed Gary.  "Damn, that nigger's ass is tight as hell!  I
didn't think I'd even last a minute before I busted a nut!  Fuck!

Babs took out another piece of chicken and looked over at Trixie.

"You want some of this, honey?" she asked her.

"Yeah," the red head replied.  "I've had enough of these shit
sandwiches."

Babs tossed the bag to Trixie.  It landed next to where Rashanta still
kneeled, Gary's sperm leaking out of her raped asshole.  The red
haired woman snatched the bag up.

"All right, buddy," announced Babs.  "You've had your fun and we've
got our lunch.  Beat it."

Gary stood and zipped up his pants.

"Gotta go anyhow," he said.  "Breaks over with.  See ya, Trix."

The white man went off in the direction he'd come from.  Rashanta got
up, put her gown back on, and gingerly sat down.

"Bet you love gettin' some dick, don't you, meat?" laughed Babs.  "I
don't get what you like about havin' some man doin' his business
inside you, but I know you niggers love it.  Don't you?"

Rashanta said nothing and looked away from her, her face burning with
shame.  Babs looked over to Trixie.

"How 'bout you?" asked the short haired white woman.  "You like seein'
your ex poundin' some nigger ass?"

Trixie blushed as she finished her chicken.

"Maybe I do," she allowed.  "So what?"

"Thought so," Babs replied.  "You all hot an' horny now?"

"Jus' drop it, Babs," Trixie told her.  "You got that colored girl
now.  Why don't you just use her?"

"I was only thinkin' of you, Trix!" the bull dyke responded with mock
surprise.  "Wouldn't you like your pussy licked?  Relieve some of that
stress?"

"I told you I ain't no lezzie," the red head said firmly.  "I don't
want no woman doin' nothin' with me."

"Wasn't talkin' 'bout me, Trix," said Babs.  "I was talkin' 'bout my
monkey here.  She ain't no woman, she's jus' some nigger meat.  She
got a sweet mouth on her, I can tell you.  It ain't like she's a
woman.  She's jus' a mouth to use.  Bet she's better'n Gary ever was."

"Well," Trixie pondered "it *has* been a long time.  But right out
here?  I'm still a lady.  An' ladies don't go fuckin' an' doin' shit
like that outdoors with an audience!  Only animals do that.  Animals
an' niggers, that is.  Animals an' niggers an' my worthless ass ex
husband."

"Your loss, Trix," Babs chided her.  "It's like she was born to lick
pussy."

The van horn sounded, startling the female inmates.  Deputy Faldo came
into view.

"Alright, ladies," he called.  "Party time is over.  Y'all got places
to go an' things to do!"

 * * *

Rashanta was exhausted when she finally was returned to her cell and
collapsed into her bunk.  She'd spent the afternoon with the other
women on the chain gang picking up trash on the side of the highway.
The same highway she'd been driving on when this whole nightmare began
what seemed a lifetime ago.

The heat and humidity had been nearly unbearable.  The inmates had all
been drenched in sweat, their prison gowns clinging to them.  Passing
cars had honked and the men in them waved and yelled at the orange
clad female prisoners.

The slender black woman ached all over.  The welts from the previous
day's whipping stung and burned. The pain in her asshole was a
constant reminder of being sodomized by Gary.  She was also quite
hungry and was actually anxious for the usual dinner of overcooked
macaroni, but couldn't keep her eyes open.  She drifted off to sleep.

 * * *

Rashanta lay in her bed in her apartment.  She'd had a fine meal in an
expensive restaurant and was feeling quite satisfied.  The handsome
executive she'd been out with had his head between her legs.  She
could feel his tongue lapping hungrily between her legs as he
worshiped her pussy.  She shifted around to get more comfortable, but
something was under the small of her back.  She couldn't move her
arms...

The black prisoner slowly drifted back into consciousness.  The
remnants of her dream slowly dissolved.  The lights were out.  She
could feel her gown bunched up around her waist.  She wasn't alone.
Her arms were pinned at her sides, she could feel them gripped firmly.
And she could still feel that soft warm tongue.

Rashanta opened her eyes and saw Annie and Babs holding her down.  She
lifted her head a little and looked down between her legs.  She could
see the straight black hair of Tasha as the petite colored girl
burrowed her head between the slender black woman's legs.

The negress struggled briefly, but she was too weak and the white
women were too strong.  And the girl's licking felt so good.

"Just lay there and enjoy, girl," advised Annie.  "It's time you got
used to it.  This is the kind of lovin' you'll be gettin' while you're
here.  But mainly, you'll be givin' it, not gettin' it."

Rashanta struggled a little more before finally just relaxing.
Tasha's soft tongue felt good on her pussy.  She could feel it in her
hole and up and down her slit.  The young negro girl gently sucked on
her clit and the black woman gasped and moaned.  Involuntarily and
unconsciously she started humping back in response.

"That's the way," said Annie softly.  "Just relax and accept it.  It
feels good, don't it?"

The pleasure Rashanta felt was increasing.  It had been so long since
she'd felt anything like it.  She tried to hold back, but she couldn't
help it.  She didn't want to be out of control in front of Annie and
Babs.  They'd had their way with her before, but they couldn't make
her like it.  Not up to now.  It was the last bit of control she had
over her own body.  It felt good, but she was ashamed of it.  She was
being brought to orgasm against her will by another woman.

"Uhhh..." whimpered Rashanta.  "Stop it...  Please..."

"Don't fight it, sweety," cooed Babs.  "Just let it happen.  You know
you like it."

"No..." the slender negress said half heartedly, her hips bucking.
"Don't make me..."

"Hush now, nigger," Annie whispered to her.  "You got no choice."

"Ah!  Ah!" Rashanta exclaimed in sudden short cries as she came.  "Ah!
Ahhh..."

"That's enough, monkey," Annie told Tasha.  "Good girl."

The petite colored girl ceased licking the slender negress's pussy and
stood, awaiting further instructions.  The two white women released
their grip on their captive's arms.  She lay there, her chest heaving,
her bunk wet with sweat.  Humiliated and betrayed by her own body.
She felt tears of shame coming on even as the pleasure from her orgasm
continued to spread through her body.

"See you later, meat," said Babs.  "You're ours now for sure."

The other women left the cell.  Rashanta was alone now and wept.
She'd been stripped of everything in this awful place.  And she knew
this was only the beginning.  Without realizing it, she drifted off to
sleep again.

 * * *

Rashanta awoke with a start at the sound of the cell door closing.
She looked up and saw Frankie, the overnight guard looking at her
through the bars, a white paper bag in his hand.

"Who left your cage open?" he asked, more to himself than to the
cell's occupant.

The slender negress sat up, her stomach growled.  She'd slept through
supper and was feeling the effects of it.  She eyed the bag.

"What's in the bag?" she asked.  "Uh, sir?" she added.

"Huh?" Frankie was puzzled momentarily.  "Oh, this?  I shouldn't a
ordered the bacon double cheeseburger.  I couldn't finish it.  Figured
I'd give it to the dogs.  They're always hungry.  Why?  You want it?"

"Yes, sir," she answered, a lump in her throat.  "I missed supper and
I'm very hungry."

"Come over here and earn it," smiled the white guard.

Rashanta stood up and pulled the gown up over her head, tossing it on
the bunk.  She stepped to the bars and got on her knees.

"Well," said Frankie with satisfaction.  "Don't this beat all?  Miss
high and mighty uppity nigger.  Look at you now."

The guard unzipped his pants and took his cock out, slipping it
through the bars.  The negro prisoner sucked it between her lips,
feeling it harden inside her mouth.  She began to bob her head, up and
down, on the white shaft.

"That's it, nigger," Frankie encouraged her.  "Work that dick, you
cocksucker."

Rashanta slurped noisily and brought her hands up to caress his balls
in an effort to get him off quickly.  She knew how to do it and it
wasn't long before her efforts were rewarded.

"Oh, fuck!" gasped Frankie.  "Fuck!"

The white guard ejaculated in the negro inmates's mouth in several
long spasms.  She swallowed it down as best she could.

"Oh, yeah..." he sighed.  "Fuck."

She felt him shrink inside her mouth and he stepped back.  He zipped
his fly and tossed the bag through the bars.  It landed on the cement
floor behind her.

"There's your dinner, bitch," said Frankie.  "Go get it, you earned
it.  By the way, you got some special sauce on your chin."

The guard laughed and walked away leaving the the naked black woman
kneeling by the bars of her cell.  She wiped the semen off her chin
with the back of her hand and turned to pick up the bag.

Inside, Rashanta found a half eaten cheeseburger and some cold fries.
She reflected on how she'd just given the guard a blow job for
something he was about to feed to the dogs.  She'd humiliated herself
in exchange for what was essentially garbage.  The tears started to
flow as her stomach growled again and she ate the fruits of her labor.


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Hard Time for Rashanta


Chapter 9 - Good Behavior


"Rise and shine, ladies," called the guard as the lights came on.
"Breakfast in 10 minutes."

Rashanta rolled out of her bunk and stood up.  The bacon cheeseburger
from last night sat like a lump in her stomach.  The memory of
humbling herself for it, sucking the guard's dick for a half eaten
sandwich shamed her again anew.  But the memory of being sodomized on
the chain gang, and the lingering pain in her ass was worse.  The late
night visit from the girls humiliated her even more.  Betrayed by her
body, she'd completely lost control.  She knew she'd never last
through thirty days of this.

Well, she thought, the choice was obvious.  To her shame, she was no
stranger to using her body to get what she wanted.  Using it to avoid
what she didn't want didn't seem like too far a stretch.  She'd
humiliated herself so many times now that submitting to the sheriff
seemed a small price to pay to stay off the chain gang and away from
the girls.

Rusty came by and opened up her cell.

"Let's go, girl," the red headed guard told her.  "Breakfast time.
Don't want your omelet getting cold.  You're goin' out with the
colored girls today, so it's an early start."

"Sir?" asked Rashanta meekly.  "I want to talk to the sheriff."

"You do, huh?" said Rusty.  "He ain't around here 'til this afternoon.
You can see him then.  Now move it if you want your ham and eggs."

In the mess hall, Rashanta ate her grits alone.  It was the early
serving and the room was filled with black female prisoners.  Annie,
Babs, and Trixie were nowhere to be seen.  In fact, there were no
white faces anywhere in the room.

After breakfast the guards marched them out to the courtyard where
they were manacled and chained together.  None spoke.  The negro
inmates were lead shuffling in their chains to an old stake-bed truck.
The guard pushed a wooden set of stairs up to the back of the truck.

"All aboard, ladies" he called cheerfully while the female prisoners
climbed up and into the truck, their chains jangling as they dragged
across the hollow wooden steps.

With the last inmate on the truck, the guard hefted the stairs onto
the back of the truck and closed the tailgate.  The truck rolled out
the gate onto the road to the dump.  Rashanta was tired and sore as
well as nervous sitting there on the back of the truck chained to
tough looking strangers.

"I sees we gots some fresh meat dis mornin'!" said an older black
woman sitting next to Rashanta.  "You don't look used to no hard
work."

The woman who spoke looked like she'd had rough life.  Her hair was
short and graying in places.  She had a scar on her cheek and was
missing several teeth.  Rashanta didn't know what to say to her and
tried to avoid looking into the other woman's face.

"I's talkin' to you, bitch!" the woman said, irritated.

"I'm sorry," said Rashanta.  "This is my first day going out with this
group."

"Ain't you da bitch got her ass whupped da other day?" the scarred
black woman asked.

"Yes," Rashanta answered.

"I's surprised to see you out here, girl," the older woman went on.
"Fine lookin' sista like you, dat sheriff'd have you workin' on yer
back fo' him.  Guess you too marked up fo' his likin'."

"He wanted me to," the slender negress replied, "but I wouldn't do
it."

"Wouldn't do it!" exclaimed the gray haired negress.  "Why da fuck
not?  You like diggin' ditches at the dump better'n gettin' used by
dose white men?  You a fool, girl.  A damn fool.  Shit...  I'd do it
fo' sho' if they wanted me.  I'd say, 'Yas, suh!  Take all da poontang
you want, suh!  Jus' get me da fuck off this truck!'"

"Ain't no white man gon' wanna fuck no old scrawny ass nigga like you,
Beaulla!" exclaimed the dark black woman sitting on the other side of
Rashanta.

"Fuck you, Ernestine!" retorted Beaulla.  "You only here 'cause no o'
dem wanted to stick they dicks in you.  You a nasty ass bitch!"

"So why ain't you on yo' back fo' the sheriff, girl?"  asked
Ernestine, ignoring Beulla's taunt.  "You gotta be ugly like Beaulla
fo' him to not ask if'n you want dat 'special treatment', an' you look
good 'nuf to me."

"I let them do what I had to let them do," explained Rashanta.  "And
that was all I was gonna do.  I'm not some nigger whore, after all."

"You a dumb fuckin' nigga," said Ernestine.  "You think you too good
fo' dem?  I gots news fo' you: you ain't.  Nigga ho' is jus what you
is.  An' der ain't a bitch on dis truck wouldn't jump at da chance to
be nigga fuck meat fo' dem white men.  Ain't no shame in goin' along
to git along.  Beulla's right 'bout one thing: you a damn fool, girl."

At last the truck arrived at the county dump.  The truck stopped and
the driver came around the back.  He opened the tailgate and took the
stairs down so the inmates could climb down.  He led the chain gang
over to a freshly dug area.  They picked up the shovels that were
stacked up there and made there way down to where they'd left off the
day before.

Rashanta looked around and saw the others start digging and lifting
the rocky soil into wheel barrows that were sitting next to each
prisoner.  The sun was just starting to get hot.  It was going to be a
long day.

 * * *

It was late in the afternoon when the truck finally rolled back into
the jail courtyard.  The exhausted prisoners, chains rattling, climbed
down the wooden steps and waited as the deputy removed the manacles
from their ankles.  Rusty was waiting and came up to Rashanta as she
was released from the chains.

"You still want to see the sheriff, girl?"  asked the young red haired
guard.  "He's in his office now."

"Yes, sir," replied the dirty tired negress.

The white man led the negro prisoner back into the jail building and
down the corridor to the sheriff's office.  Her body ached and her
gown was filthy and soaked with sweat.  She actually was starting to
be concerned that the sheriff would no longer find her suitable in her
present condition.

Rashanta had realized even before going out that morning that she
couldn't take thirty days of "regular treatment".  Her discussion with
Beulla and Ernestine had only solidified the notion.  The price to be
paid for "special treatment" seemed well worth it now, whatever it
was.  It had be better than digging holes all day and being at the
mercy of Annie and Babs at night.

They arrived in the outer office.  Bo looked up from his desk.

"Damn!  She's a fuckin' mess!" exclaimed the blonde guard.  "Better
get her naked.  And burn that fuckin' rag!  I'll tell him you're
here."

Bo went and knocked on the sheriff's office door.  Rusty turned to
Rashanta.

"Get it off, girl," he instructed her.  "Jus' put it on the floor by
the wastebasket.  You can get it on your way out."

The slender black woman pulled the dirty garment over her head and
dropped where the young white man indicated.

"Go on in, girl," said the blonde deputy, returning to his desk.

Rashanta entered the inner office and stood in front of the sheriff's
desk.  He was busy with some paper work and didn't look up right away.
The slender negress was very aware of her nakedness.  The cool air
felt clammy on her sweat covered body.  Her nipples had hardened
instantly.  She knew how she must look.  Hair mussed, face streaked
with dirt.  At last the older white man looked up at her.

"So, I hear you wanted to talk to me," Sheriff Baxter said, leaning
back in his chair, clasping his hands behind his head, a smile on his
face.  "What can I do for you?"

The black woman had visions of being called to the principle's office
in her head.  Though that would be nothing like this.  Still, she felt
like a wayward child.

"I've been thinking about what you were tellin' me about last time,"
she began.  "What do I have to do to get 'special treatment'?"

"Special treatment is only for, er, model prisoners," said the
sheriff, still smiling.  "Are you a model prisoner?  From where I sit,
all I see is a uppity nigger.  And a ripe dirty one at that."

"I's sorry fo' bein' uppity, suh," Rashanta said, adopting the country
dialect she knew he wanted to hear.  "I's jus' a dumb nigga an' din't
know no better.  I knows better now, suh."

Earl sat forward in his chair and his smile faded.

"You talk the talk, girl," he said.  "But I ain't convinced.  I
figured a day or two on the chain gang'd change your tune right quick.
But like I say, I ain't convinced."

"Please, suh," she whimpered.  "I can't take it out there.  I's ready
to be a good nigga fo' you, suh.  I do like you want.  You jus' tell
dis nigga what you want an' I does it fo' you."

"Like what?" he asked, the smile returning to his face.

"Want me to suck yo' dick, suh?" asked the negress.  "I's real good.
You be likin' it, I swears it.  You wanna fuck me?  I gots a sweet
nigga pussy fo' you, boss.  You kin use it all you want.  You want my
black ass?  I be takin' yo' dick up my ass if'n you want, suh.
Anytime you want it.  Please, boss?"

"Bo!" shouted the sheriff.  "Get in here!"

The blonde haired deputy appeared at the door.

"Go get this nigger cleaned up, son," Earl instructed him.  "Seems
she's comin' around.  I can't see if'n I still wants her through all
the filth.  Go get her fixed up."

"Yes, sir, sheriff," said Bo.  He took Rashanta's arm.  "Let's go get
you a bath, girl."

"One more thing, Bo," Earl called as Bo and Rashanta were going
through the door.  "Get her snatch nice an' bald fo' me.  You know I
can't abide by a hairy coochie on a nigger.  Now get to it."

"Gotcha, sir," Bo responded.

More humiliations, thought Rashanta.  She'd started to get used to the
cold water hosings she received.  But to have her sensitive pussy
shaved was going to be something new.  More evidence that her body was
no longer hers to control.

They walked until they reached the gang shower where Rusty had hosed
her down before a trip to court.  Unlike before, this time it was full
of the black women from the chain gang, washing the filth from the
dump off them.  A few looked up to see the white deputy accompanying
the black prisoner, but none made any move to cover themselves or even
stop what they were doing.

"Get yourself cleaned up, girl," Bo told her.  "I'll wait here."

Rashanta was relieved to discover the water, while not hot, wasn't ice
cold as it had been the other time.  She soaped up and rinsed off
while Bo's gaze wandered around the room, drinking in the sight of all
the naked brown female bodies.

"What's up wit' you, Bo?" called Ernestine.  "You want some poontang,
baby?  Or is you jus' here fo' da show?  I got some right here fo'
you!"

The older black woman turned away from the young white man and bent
over.  Spreading her legs she looked back at him and smiled, a gold
tooth gleaming.

"Come an' git it, baby!" she called.

"I ain't fuckin' you, you dumb ape!" he answered.  "I got some fine
poontang comin' along now.  I'd have to put a bag over yo' head to
fuck you, Ernestine."

"Go git yo' bag, Bo!" she said, still smiling.  "Go an' git it.  I got
yo' poontang right here.  You know you want it!"

"C'mon, girl," Bo said to Rashanta, noticing she was finished.  "Let's
get outta here."

He led her down the corridor to the exam room she was inspected in the
day of her arrest.  They passed other deputies on the way who took no
small amount of pleasure from seeing the naked negress being led
through the halls.  She felt her face burning as she turned to avoid
meeting their eyes.

At last they arrived at their destination, the scene of one of
Rashanta's earlier humiliations.  The short white man with brown hair
was there, still dressed in his white smock.  He was standing next the
stainless steel examination table.

"Hey, Eddie, got a customer for you," Bo greeted him.  "Sheriff wants
this nigger's cooch shaved."

"No problemo, Bo," grinned Eddie.  "Set yourself up on the table,
little lady."  He said to Rashanta.

Her face hot with embarrassment, the colored woman got up on the exam
table and placed her feet in the stirrups.  The older white man
applied shaving cream to her pubic region and took a razor to it.  The
white deputy looked on with rapt attention.

Eddie whistled as he shaved Rashanta bare and then toweled off the
remaining foam.  He looked her in the eye and grinned as he ran his
hand over her smooth mound and slipped a finger down her slit.  He
looked up at Bo.

"She's wet, Bo," he confided.  "Wet fuckin' nigger pussy.  Best kind.
You got a live one here, son."

Eddie winked at Bo and then turned his attention back to Rashanta.
The black woman was mortified and having been aroused by this
humiliating procedure.

"All done, cutie pie," he announced.  "Naked as the day you was born.
Sorry I ain't got no lollipop for a pretty little lady like you."

Bo smiled and shook his head while Eddie chuckled.  Rashanta stood up
and hung her head with shame.  She felt even more naked and exposed
than she had before.  Her pussy slit was clearly visible now that her
pubic hair had been removed.  She felt the cool air moving over her
freshly shaved skin.

"Ok, girl," said Bo.  "We're done here."

"Y'all come back now, hear?" laughed the older white man.

The return walk to the sheriff's office was even more crowded than the
one to the exam room.  Passing deputies paused on their rounds to
admire the black woman's bare pussy.  Her escort, pleased by the
attention, enjoyed stopping and showing his charge off.

"Damn, Bo!" said one.  "That's a fine piece of nigger you got there!
Still marked up from the whip, I see."  He winked at Rashanta.  "I do
believe a colored girl looks better with a few stripes on her.  Show's
she's been reminded of her manners.  Nice pussy, too."

Finally they reached the sheriff's office.  Rashanta was shamed almost
to tears by the way her naked body had been displayed as though she
were prime livestock getting shown off.  Earl Baxter had returned to
his paperwork during the errand to get her pussy shaved and didn't
even look up when Bo brought her back in.

"She's all showered and shaved, sheriff," Bo reported.  "You need
anythin' else?"

"Just park the nigger and scoot, Bo," instructed Earl.  "Gotta finish
these state forms.  I'll holler when I'm ready for you to take 'em."

"Yes, sir," replied the blonde haired deputy who quickly left the
room.

Rashanta stood naked and exposed in front of the sheriff's desk for
what seemed long while.  The older white man was focused on his work
the entire time.  The slender black woman could feel the coolness of
the air conditioning on her shaved sex and felt very vulnerable.  At
last he pushed the papers aside and looked up at her.

"Well, well!" he exclaimed heartily.  "Don't you look a sight better'n
before!  All clean all over.  That's more like it!"

"Er, thank you, suh," stammered Rashanta, not sure of what else to
say.

"Now you gettin' it, girl," smiled Earl.  "You a pretty nigger an'
should 'preciate the attention you gettin'.  Plenty o' those girls you
was out wit' today would love to be in yo' position here.  Pretty
nigger like you's jus' a waste out there diggin' at the dump.  You
belongs where mens like me can 'preciate you.  Enjoy your ample
charms.  Use you the way you was meant to be used."

"What you want dis nigga to be doin' now, suh?" asked Rashanta.

"You gotta convince me you a good nigger now," he stated plainly.
"How do I know you ain't jus' playin' at it?  Special treatment's a
privilege and you gotta earn it.  How you gonna do that?"

"I's gon' do like I's tol', suh," the colored woman answered.

"Hmmm," pondered the sheriff.  "That might a been good 'nough before,
girl.  But you got all uppity wit' me.  I ain't gotta tell no nigger
to do what I want.  Niggers oughta know 'nough to do it.  Nigger like
you's gotta beg for it.  So beg, nigger."

Rashanta felt another wave of hot shame wash over her nude body.
Giving this man her body wasn't sufficient.  He expected her to beg
him to use it.  Her aching muscles reminded her of the day she'd spent
digging in the dirt.  She got down on her knees and walked on them
around the desk and faced the balding white man.

"I's beggin' you, boss," she began.  "I's beggin' you to use dis sorry
ass nigga.  Please stick yo' dick in my hole, suh.  Don't matter none
to me which one.  I wants it anywheres you puts it.  Let dis nigga
take yo' dick in her mouth, boss.  I suck it good fo' you.  I promise
you be likin' it.  Please honor dis nigga with you white cock to suck
on."

"What else you got for me?" asked Earl.

Rashanta swallowed hard.

"You want what's 'tween mah legs, boss?" asked the negress.  "Please,
suh!  Please use mah nigga fuck hole!  I need it bad, boss.  This
nigga needs yo' white dick inside her."

"Let's see it," commanded the sheriff.  "Maybe I'll try it.  But I
gotta see it first.  Get on your back an' make me wanna fuck it."

"Yes, suh, boss!" Rashanta said quickly.

The colored woman rolled onto her back there on the floor of the
sheriff's office.  She spread her legs open as far as she could,
holding her thighs just above the knees.  Her pussy was splayed wide,
her cunt hole and clit clearly visible.

"Use my hole, boss!" she cried.  "Use it 'cause I need it bad!  I's
beggin', boss.  Beggin' fo' yo' dick inside me!"

The office door opened up and Bo walked in.

"Sheriff Baxter?" he said to him.  "Cal's here for the mail.  I gotta
get those forms now so's he can take 'em."

"Come here, Bo," Earl invited him.  "Take a look at this nigger girl
on the floor.  Ain't she just like a fuckin' bitch dog in heat?"

The deputy stepped around the sheriff's desk and saw the slender black
woman, naked on the floor, legs spread, presenting her sex for them.
Rashanta looked up at both white men looking back down at her.  She
hadn't expected more than the sheriff for an audience, but she
realized it didn't matter anymore.  She couldn't stand another day
like this one had been.  She'd rather be a black bitch writhing on the
floor for their amusement than breaking her back moving dirt with a
shovel.

"Maybe Bo here wants some poontang, nigger," Sheriff Baxter explained.
"Why don't you ask him if wants some."

"My coochie needs yo' white cock, sir!" she cried, desperation in her
voice.  "Stick it in me an' use me!  I ain't had no dick fo' so long!
I needs to be fucked, boss.  Fuck me, boss!  Use my nigga hole!"

"Pitiful, ain't she, son," the sheriff said shaking his head.  "Them
papers are done.  Go 'head an take 'em.  Close the door after yourself
an' see to it I ain't disturbed."

"Ok, sir," said Bo, picking up the forms from the desk.

The blonde haired deputy kept looking back at the naked negro on the
floor holding her legs open until he was out of the room.  The door
closed.  Rashanta's arms were getting tired and her groin was
completely stretched.  She could feel the grit in the carpet working
its way into the welts on her back.  She tried not to think of the
spectacle she was putting on.  She'd humbled herself many times in the
past, but this was beyond the pale.

"So, you wanna be fucked, do you nigger?" asked Earl, still grinning.

"Yes, suh, boss!" agreed the colored woman.  "I's jus' a slutty nigga
an' I needs yo' dick, suh!"

"You got any idea what you look like?" the sheriff asked.  "Couple
days ago you's all uppity and way too fine.  Look at you now.
Pathetic nigger whore beggin' fo' dick.  I'll take pity on your sorry
ass.  Go lie on that there couch.  I ain't gonna fuck you on the
floor.  Crawl to it, bitch.  Like the low down dog you is."

Rashanta rolled over onto her hands and knees and started crawling to
the leather couch against the office wall.  Suddenly she felt the
bottom of Sheriff Baxter's boot flat against her ass as he shoved her
down onto the floor.  Her firm naked breasts smashed against the
floor, her face rubbed in the gritty carpet.

"Crawl on your belly, you fuckin' bitch ho'," he scolded her.  "An' do
it quick 'less you want my boot up your black ass."

"Yes, suh!" said Rashanta obediently.  "I's sorry, suh.  I crawl like
you want, suh."

The negress crawled as ordered.  Her breasts, belly, and thighs
scrubbed against the carpet, the grit scratching her tender welted
flesh.  The sheriff followed behind her as she went.  The going was
slow even though it was less than ten feet from the desk to the couch.
When she got there she looked around him.

"What you waitin' for, nigger?" he said, exasperated.  "Get yo' fat
black ass up on that there couch and spread them legs out.  I wanna
see that hole open wide.  Now do it!"

"Yes, suh!" she said, climbing up on the couch and laying on her back.
"I's doin' it, suh!  I's a good nigga an' I does likes I's told."

Sheriff Baxter stood over Rashanta and looked down on her.

"You're nothing but a fuckin' nigger slut, ain't you?" he asked her.
"A dirty nigger whore."

"Yes, suh, boss," agreed Rashanta, the shame burning inside her at the
words she must speak.  "That's what I is.  A dirty nigga ho'.  A
filthy nigga slut who needs yo' white dick, suh."

The sheriff dropped his pants.  His erection was standing straight
out. His cock bounced and swayed as he climbed between the negress's
legs.  He stuck the tip right at the entrance to her pussy and worked
the head inside.  He was quite thick and the black woman could feel
herself stretched to accommodate him.  Suddenly he just jammed the
entire length of his shaft into her vagina.

"Ow!" cried the black woman in pain and surprise.

"Shut up and take it, bitch," growled the sheriff.  "You wanted it an'
now you got it.  Take it all!"

"Yes, suh!" she exclaimed.  "I's takin' fo' you, boss.  Do me hard!
Fuck me!  Hurt me!  Fuck my coochie.  It's yo' pussy, boss.  Fuck it
hard!"

The white man pounded his dick into the slender negro's cunt.

"Yeah, bitch," he said, the exertion clear in his voice.  "You ain't
nothin' but a slut whore.  Ain't that right?"

"I's a ho', suh," she agreed, trying to get him off.  "Jus' a nigga
slut whore.  Yo' slut ho', boss.  Use me hard, suh.  Hurt me."

The sheriff slammed his cock deep into his prisoner's pussy.

"Here it comes, nigger!" he shouted and stiffened.

Rashanta's eyes went wide as she felt him ejaculate in her vagina.

"Yeah...  Oh, yeah..." he grunted as his sperm shot inside her.
"That's what you're for, bitch.  Takin' my dick."

"Ohhh!" cried the black woman.  "You makin' me cum, boss!"

"The hell I am!" the sheriff objected.  "Don't bother to fake that,
bitch.  I don't give a shit whether some fuckin' nigger slut cums or
not."

Rashanta lay still as Earl's dick softened inside her.  His eyes
locked on hers and she turned her face away.

"Look at me nigger." he commanded her.

The negress looked back up at him and he spat in her face.

"Whore," he said, his voice dripping with disgust.

Sheriff Baxter stood up and pulled up his pants.  He stepped close to
Rashanta's head.  She looked up at him, his saliva on her cheek and
nose.  He grabbed a handful of her hair and used it to wipe off his
dick.  The white man zipped up his pants and went to the office door
and opened it.  He turned his head back towards the couch.

"Don't you move, nigger," he warned her.  "I want the boys to see what
you are for themselves."

"Yes, suh," said Rashanta.

The black woman had never felt so used and degraded.  Like she was
less than human.  Less than an animal.  Just fuck meat.  Nothing more.
She felt his semen leaking out of her gaping pussy hole.  His spit was
dripping off her face.

"Bo!" he called.  "You an Rusty come collect this nigger.  I'm through
with her.  You probably oughta go get her cleaned up again.  She needs
it."

Bo appeared at the door instantly with Rusty close behind him.  The
two white men walked over to the couch and drank in the sight of
Rashanta, used and abused.  The two looked at her for a moment and
then at each other.

"Damn!" exclaimed Rusty.  "I guess she do needs cleanin' up!"

"Let's step it up, boys," Sheriff Baxter prodded them.  "I want her
out of here *now*."

"Right, sheriff," said Rusty.

"On your feet girl," Bo ordered.

Rashanta knew she better not move since Earl ordered her not to.  She
looked over at him and he nodded his approval.  She slowly stood up.

"Goddamn, girl!" exclaimed the older white man.  "You left a puddle of
your mess on my couch!  Clean that shit up, now!"

The black woman looked down at the creamy wet spot on the leather
couch.  Then she looked back at the sheriff, not knowing how to
proceed.

"Get down on your fuckin' knees, you stupid bitch!" he said, as if
explaining the obvious.  "Get your face into it and lick it up!"

Slowly, Rashanta got on her hands and knees.  She knew the sheriff and
the two deputies were watching her and could feel her face burning.
She put her mouth close to the wet spot and licked and slurped the
puddle of semen up and gagged it down.  Finished with her disgusting
task, she stood back up, her head hanging in shame.

"Looks like she's come 'round, too," said the sheriff.  "Take her to
the 'special' cell block when she's cleaned up.  Make sure she gets
some supper.  None a that macaroni shit, neither."

"You got it, sheriff," Rusty replied.

The two young white men led the slender negro out the sheriff's door
and then walked on either side of her as they went through the outer
office to the corridor to the cell blocks.  The gang shower was empty
this time and Rusty stayed and supervised Rashanta washing herself off
while Bo went to get her a towel and a clean gown.

Rashanta had just finished rinsing herself off when Bo returned and
handed her the towel.  She dried herself off under their watchful
eyes.  She was completely humiliated by the way they looked at her.
They both had seen her used thoroughly and she knew they'd never think
of her the same way again.  Bo gave her the gown and they both watched
her put it on.

They went back toward the sheriff's office but then turned towards a
block Rashanta hadn't been to before.  The cells were empty, but
clearly were usually occupied.  Finally they arrived at one that
didn't look lived in.  Rusty opened the door and she went in.

"I'll come get you when it's supper time, girl," said the red headed
guard as he slid the barred door closed.  "Then you can meet your new
neighbors."

Rashanta watched as the two guards walked back down the corridor.  She
sat on the bunk and reflected on what had happened.  She'd wanted
"special treatment" and she'd certainly gotten it in spades.  She
hoped she wasn't in for something even worse than the chain gang.
Having to humiliate herself for the sheriff was harder than being used
by Annie and Babs.  But this time she'd asked for it.  The sheriff had
insisted on that part.

The black prisoner lay her sore body down and waited for supper time
and whatever was to follow.


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Hard Time for Rashanta


Chapter 10 - Special Treatment


The sound of the cell door sliding open got Rashanta's attention.  She
looked up to see Rusty standing next to Desiree, the big black girl
she'd shared a cell with prior to her conviction.

"Hi, Shanta," the ample negress greeted her.

"You two'll have plenty of time for chatter," said Rusty.  "Now it's
feeding time.  Let's get going."

"Dee Dee!" Rashanta smiled at seeing a familiar face.

The slender negro got up and joined her in the corridor.  Other black
women were also standing around outside their cells.  The red haired
guard marched them off.  They quickly reached a dining hall, smaller
than the one she had been eating in up to now.

Taking her tray through the line, Rashanta got chicken with rice and
green peas.  Real food at last, she thought.  She'd been totally sick
of all the overcooked pasta she'd be fed in the main mess hall.  She
went and sat at a table with Desiree.

"I'm glad to see you, girl," said Rashanta.  "Seems like it's been a
long time."

"Yeah," agreed Desiree.  "I's surprised not to see you here right
away.  I figured fo' sho' the sheriff'd be offerin' you the 'special
treatment'."

"I thought I could get by without havin' to do that," the slender
negro replied.  "I had to let the judge an' those lawyers have their
way with me an' I just didn't want to have to do more."

"So, what changed yo' mind?" asked the big black girl.  "You here
now."

"They had me on the chain gang, girl!" Rashanta exclaimed.  "Had me
pickin' up trash outside.  The guards didn't pay attention to what was
goin' on and some white man raped me!  The other girls on the chain
gang just let him!  Like they wanted him to!  Today I was diggin' a
trench at the county dump!  I couldn't take no more!"

The black woman lowered her voice and looked around.

"There were these white girls," continued Rashanta.  "Lesbos.  They
made me...  Oh, Dee Dee...  They made me do stuff with them.  Sex
stuff.  I had to lick this big white dyke's pussy.  It was disgusting!
To do that with another woman!  And that wasn't the worst
thing... Last night they held me down while this sista went down on
me.  It felt so good, I couldn't help it..."

Desiree had stopped eating in order to listen.

"Couldn't help what?" she asked.

"That girl made me cum, Dee Dee," Rashanta said, looking around again.
"I didn't want to but I couldn't help it.  An' I was so ashamed.  I
couldn't understand why that girl would do what they said.  Especially
what the leader, Annie, told her to do."

"Ah, Annie," nodded Desiree.  "She been here fo' years.  She almost be
runnin' dis place.  I hear she killed a man way back.  Dat nigga, she
be one wack bitch, dat's fo' sho'.  She be like that white bitch's dog
or some shit."

"Anyways," Rashanta went on, "I couldn't take no more, so I tol' the
sheriff I'd do like he wants.  I even talked to him like I was some
ignorant ass nigga, beggin' him to fuck me.  But first he had a guard
take me to get my coochie shaved!  You ever hear of such a thing?!"

"Uh, yeah," said Desiree, blushing.  "All us girls here got to have
bare coochies.  Dat's da way it be."

"He walked me back to that sheriff's office," Rashanta related.
"Naked and shaved the whole way!  Every damn deputy in the place
stopped to stare!  I was so embarrassed!  I get back to his office,
but it ain't over yet.  He was so mean!  He made me... do things...
Like crawl on his filthy ass floor.  I had to show off my stuff like I
was some cheap whore.  He fucked me hard.  It hurt, but I had to just
lay there and take it.  An' after he got off inside me, he spat in my
face!  Can you believe it?!  Spat in my face like I was trash!"

"He do play rough, dat one," agreed Desiree.  "Dat sheriff's a horny
ass motherfucker.  But, he do take care of us girls.  We ain't gotta
do nothin' but this.  Not like dem sorry ass niggas out diggin' in the
dirt.  He asked me if'n I wanted special treatment an' I din't hafta
think twice, girl.  I said, 'hell, yeah!'  An' he jus' bent me over
his desk an' did his bidness inside me an' dat was it.  Guess he din't
'preciate you sayin' no da first time."

"No, I guess not," said Rashanta.  "I'd just been through so much
already.  And I was so scared about the whippin'."

"That musta hurt bad," Desiree responded.  "I was der, watchin' you.
You was takin' it better'n I'd a done, girl."

"It did, girl," the slender black woman told her.  "It din't hurt so
bad as I was afraid it would.  But it was so humiliatin'.  To be
stripped an' whipped in front of all those people!  It hurt so bad,
an' it was jus' entertainment for them.  I had to jus' shut 'em out.
The whippin' helped do that.  But it hurt so bad!  You can't imagine.
I couldn't stay on my feet.  He even whipped my breasts when I was
just swingin' there."

"I saw dat," said Desiree.  "Damn..."

"Afterwards, that white man wanted me to suck his dick," Rashanta
continued.  "He whipped me an' left me covered with welts an' he
wanted me to suck him."

"Did you?" the big black girl wanted to know.

"Well," Rashanta blushed.  "I don't know what came over me.  The way
he talked to me.  Even while it was happenin' up there.  I was so
confused.  It was almost like he din't wanna hurt me.  But he was
whippin' me.  I...  I...  I wanted to give him pleasure.  I can't
explain it.  I wanted to suck his white dick.  And I did the best I
knew how.  Does that make any sense, Dee Dee?"

"Yeah," Desiree replied.  "I understan's.  I can't explains it
neither.  You be gettin' plenty o' chances to suck white dick where we
goin'.  Dey gots a place here, you be seein' it soon.  A club fo' dem
white men who like to use niggas.  Dat's what we be doin' 'stead o'
diggin' ditches an' shit.  We gotta be naked fo' 'em.  An be nice to
'em an' do like dey say.  Dey like new girls.  You be seein' that."

"Alright, ladies," announced Rusty.  "Time to earn your keep."

The black inmates assembled in the corridor outside the dining hall.
Rashanta saw that there were at least a dozen women of various shapes,
sizes, shades, and ages.  Rusty led them away from the cell block
until they came to a heavy steel door.  The red haired guard buzzed
them through it.

A tall, middle aged, white woman was waiting for them on the other
side.  She wore her mostly silver hair up and her makeup was so
understated that it was barely noticeable.  She was wearing an elegant
dark blue dress the came down just past her knees with a high
neckline.  A pearl necklace, matching earrings, and black high heels
completed her outfit.

"Good evening, Rusty," she greeted the guard.  "I see you've got the
new girl Earl told me about with you, tonight.  Excellent!"

"Yes, ma'am, Miz Miriam," said Rusty.  "Sheriff said she changed her
mind 'bout it."

"So I understand," the white woman said, looking Rashanta up and down.
She turned to Rusty.  "Thank you, Rusty.  I'll see you tomorrow."

"Ok, ma'am," the guard replied and went back through the steel door.
The latch clicked as the door closed.

"Alright, girls," said Miriam clapping her hands once.  "Get undressed
new and be quick about it."

Rashanta looked around and saw the other women were stripping of their
orange prison garb.  She pulled her own gown over her head and threw
it on the pile that the others had started near the door.  Miriam led
the female inmates past several small rooms that opened off the
corridor.

At last they reached a large room that was set up much like a club
bar.  There were at least a dozen tables each with several chairs
around it.  At the back, where Rashanta now stood, was a couple of
pool tables.  There was a stage in the front.  The wall to the left
was empty.

Along the wall to the right was a bar complete with stools.  A gray
haired, balding black man, at least sixty years old stood behind the
bar polishing a shot glass.  He was dressed in a white shirt with a
red bow tie.  He looked up briefly as Miriam addressed the naked
colored women.

"You girls go get the place ready to open," instructed Miriam.  "I
want to talk to the new girl now."

The other women drifted off and busied themselves wiping off the
tables and straightening the chairs.  Miriam sat in a nearby chair and
looked up at Rashanta.

"Now, let's have a look at you," said the white lady.  "Come closer so
I see you properly."

Rashanta stepped forward and stood in front of her.

"I need to see what we've got to work with her, girl," Miriam told
her.  "Put your hands behind your head and open those legs up for me.
That's a good girl."

The slender negro did as she was told.  She was very embarrassed to be
showing her naked body off to this older white woman while standing in
the middle of this bar.  The other colored girls were still
straightening the place out, their brown flesh jiggling as they moved
the chairs around and polished the table tops.  She could feel the
gaze of the elderly bartender as he kept an eye on her as he rubbed a
shot glass with a white bar towel.

Miriam reached up and brushed her fingers on Rashanta's face.  She
traced a finger on her thick negro lips.  The white lady pushed her
finger into the black woman's mouth.

"Open up, girl," she coaxed.  "I want to see your teeth."

Rashanta felt like an animal being checked over.  She opened her mouth
and looked away as Miriam peered inside.

"Good teeth!" the white lady said approvingly.  "You'd be surprised
how many of these girls have bad teeth.  The gentlemen don't find that
too attractive, believe me!  But you're in fine condition."

Miriam slowly ran her hand down to Rashanta's chest and over her right
breast, giving it a squeeze.  The black girl's nipple hardened at the
touch.  Her face grew hot and she glanced towards the bar to see if
the old man was watching.  He was, and he smiled back at her.

"Nice firm udder," the lady observed to herself.  She moved her hand
over to the right breast and squeezed gently.  "Very firm.  They'll
love the way the nipples point straight out that way.  Good color on
them, too.  Like dark chocolate.  Yes... Very nice udders, indeed."

Rashanta's face burned with shame as the examination continued.
Miriam proceeded to run her fingertips over the nude negress's pubic
mound and then put her hand between her legs and gently stroked her
pussy.

"Hmmm..." the white woman's forehead wrinkled.  "Let me guess... Eddie
shaved you.  I swear, for a man who enjoys his work so much he does
miss the details.  I can feel some stubble here...  and here!  I
suppose we'll have to have this waxed."  She looked at her wrist
watch.  "I hope there's time.  Otherwise you'll just have to go on as
is.  Oh, well..."

Miriam's hand went back to stroking Rashanta's pussy.  The colored
girl's legs trembled and she involuntarily started slowly bucking her
hips.

"Oh my," said Miriam with surprise.  "You're quite damp already!"  She
looked up into Rashanta's face.  "You like this, don't you, girl?"

Rashanta blushed as she realized she was humping the white ladies
hand.  She looked quickly around to see if anyone else had noticed.
The bartender grinned broadly, his white teeth contrasting with his
dark skin.  Looking back at Miriam, she nodded, unable to speak.

"Oh, don't be embarrassed," the white lady said soothingly.  "I
understand how you colored girls are.  You all do love to have your
pussies stroked.  I think it's sweet the way you're all so responsive.
You clit's all popped out, too!  Wonderful!  Nice thick hanging labia.
Oh, I can think of one gentleman in particular who will simply love
that!  Now turn around and bend over.  Spread those cheeks for me like
a good girl."

The slender black woman was mortified at this treatment.  But she knew
she must comply.  She turned around and bent over.  Reaching behind
herself, she put a hand on each cheek and spread her ass for the white
lady.  Right away she felt the woman's finger tracing along the crack
of her ass and prodding her anus.

"Oh, my!" exclaimed the white lady.  "Doesn't look like very many boys
have been in the back door!  Still nice and tight.  So cute the way
it's all puckered up!  I can tell you'll be an instant favorite with a
few certain gentlemen we have here."

Rashanta was looking at the empty wall, but knew that the old negro
man was watching and enjoying the show she was putting on.  Being
inspected like livestock was thoroughly degrading.  Miriam continued
to run her finger down the black woman's crack, across her asshole,
her crotch, and finally to her pussy.  She gasped when the white lady
pushed a finger into her vagina.

"Hmmm..." pondered the elegantly dressed white woman.  "Don't think
they'll need much lube...  You're dripping with cream!"

The white lady withdrew her finger and slapped the negro on the ass.

"That's all for the exam," she said.  "You'll do.  I'd say too bad
about the welts left over from the whipping you took, but I know
several gentlemen who prefer to see a few stripes on a colored girl's
hide."

Rashanta stood and turned around.  She looked over to the bar and saw
the bartender still grinning and polishing a shot glass.  Probably the
same one, she thought.

"Get on your knees, girl," Miriam ordered.  "I don't want to be
looking up at you."

"Yes, ma'am," said Rashanta, quickly dropping to her knees before the
white lady.

"Good girl!" Miriam praised her.  "Isn't that more comfortable?"

"Yes, ma'am," the colored woman agreed.

"Excellent," the white lady smiled.  "Tell me, girl, do you like
chocolate?"

"Er, yes, ma'am," Rashanta replied, puzzled at the question.

"Willie!" Miriam called to the elderly black man.  "Bring the
chocolates here.  That's a good fellow."

"Yes, ma'am," he answered.  "Right away, ma'am."

Willie brought a glass dish with bite sized chocolate candies on it.

"Thank you, Willie," she smiled at him.  "That's all for now."

The old negro returned to the bar.  The white lady held out a
chocolate for the colored woman.

"Go ahead, take it, girl," said Miriam.

Rashanta slowly reached her hand out to take it.

"No hands!" the white lady said sternly.  "You'll take it properly or
you won't get it at all!"

The slender black woman's face flushed at the rebuke.  With her eyes
focussed on the lady's hand she leaned forward and took the treat into
her mouth and ate it.

"What do you say?" Miriam asked expectantly.

"Thank you, ma'am," said Rashanta, her head still bowed, her eyes
downcast.

"Good girl!" Miriam exclaimed, pleased.  "That's more like it!
Sometimes I think I spoil you girls..."  She looked over at Willie,
who'd been watching the entire episode.  "Don't I, Willie?  Don't I
spoil them?"

"Oh, fo' sho', ma'am," the old colored man agreed.  "You sho' do.  You
too kind to dese girls, Miz Miriam.  You spoil dem rotten."

The white lady laughed turned back to the kneeling negro woman.

"Well, how could I be otherwise with them?" Miriam smiled and reached
her hand out and stroked Rashanta's face and hair.  "Such pretty
girls."

The elegant white woman looked back towards the bar.

"Willie?" she addressed him.  "How long would it take you to give this
girl a good waxing?  Eddie's left stubble on her thighs and didn't
even touch her asshole.  You'd think a pervert like him would pay more
attention to the details."

"No time at all, Miz Miriam," the elderly black man replied.  "Ah kin
have dat girl smooth afore you know it."

"Marvelous!"  exclaimed the white lady.  "Be a good fellow and go take
care of that."  She turned back to Rashanta.  "Off you go now.  You do
like Willie says like a good girl."

The old colored man came around from behind the bar carrying a leather
satchel.  The slender negress rose and followed him to the first of
the small rooms.

"You just lay yo'self down, missy," instructed Willie.  "I have dat
cat smooth as a baby's booty in no time."

Rashanta lay on the bed while he got the wax out of the satchel.  He
applied it to her entire public region and upper thighs.  She could
see his black trousers tenting up.  Clearly he was enjoying himself.

"Dis gon' hurt, girl," he warned her.

The colored woman gasped in pain as the old man pulled the wax off
along with the stubble.  He smiled down at her and ran his hand over
her mound.

"See?" he said happily.  "Smooth as a baby's booty.  Now, spread dem
legs, baby girl.  Hold 'em up so I's kin git at yo' holes."

Rashanta blushed again and did as he said.  Her pussy and asshole were
completely accessible to the old man.  He smiled broadly as he applied
the wax to her crotch and ass crack.

"Dis gon' hurt worse," Willie told her.  "You got a hairy butt hole,
missy.  It all gon' be comin' off now."

"Owww!" cried Rashanta, the hairs ripped out of her tender flesh.

"Told ya," he chuckled.  "But it ain't so bad."

Willie ran his fingers over the newly waxed skin between the negress's
legs and began stroking her pussy.  Rashanta turned her head away in
shame, unable to control her arousal at his touch.

"Dats how dem white gentlemen be likin' a nigga girl," Willie told
her.  "Nice an' smooth.  Dey gon' love dis cat, sweet thang.  An' dis
booty hole.  Oh, yeah."  He inhaled deeply.  "Mmmm...  I kin smell dat
cat, missy.  You got a sweet one, dat's fo' sho'.  Better be gettin'
back now.  Can't be keepin' Miz Miriam waitin' around."

Willie closed up the satchel and together they walked back into the
main room.  The naked black woman and the balding gray haired negro,
almost old enough to be her grandfather.  They went to where Miriam
was standing, supervising the girls finishing up getting ready to open
the place.

"Here she be, Miz Miriam," said Willie proudly.  "Smooth as a baby's
booty, ma'am."

"Let's see," the white lady said as she sat back in her chair.  "Bend
over, girl.  I want to check old Willie's work."

Rashanta turned and bent over, presenting her ass to Miriam.  She
could feel the white woman's hand feeling her newly smoothed skin.
Again she was embarrassed by her arousal at the lady's touch.

"Good work, Willie," Miriam praised him.  "You may return to your
duties now."

"Yes, ma'am," said the old black man.  "Thank you, Miz Miriam."

Rashanta watched as Willie walked back to the bar and resumed
polishing what appeared to be the same shot glass and grinned the same
grin.  Miriam withdrew her hand and slapped her on the ass again.  The
slender negress stood and turned to face the white lady.

"Kneel, girl," Miriam said sternly.  "You need work on remembering
that.  When I'm seated, you *will* be on your knees.  Is that clear?"

Rashanta immediately dropped to her knees.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," the negro apologized.  "I won't forget."

Miriam smiled and reached out and stroked Rashanta's face.  The
colored girl could smell her own scent on the older woman's hand.

"All is forgiven, girl," the white lady smiled.  "You'll learn.  It
doesn't all happen overnight."  She took another chocolate from the
glass dish and offered it to the kneeling black woman.  "You're a good
girl.  Here's a treat for you."

Rashanta was embarrassed at her treatment.  The white lady was
treating her like a pet.  A pampered pet, but a pet nevertheless.  She
was a grown woman who'd been reduced to kneeling, naked, before this
elegantly dressed older white woman and eat chocolates from her hand
as if they were doggy treats.  And this after she'd had her most
private parts examined here in the middle of the room.  She leaned
forward and took the chocolate from the lady's hand with her mouth.

"Thank you, ma'am," said the colored woman, blushing.

"You're very welcome," the older woman told her.  "You may call me Miz
Miriam.  I think we'll get along just fine.  I run this place as you
can see."

"This was the jail annex that was built several years ago to
accommodate an increasing jail population.  Since then, it was
converted to be a club for the deputies who are the guards here.  Over
the years we've also accepted the deputies friends and family as
members.  Even Judge White is a member and stops by from time to time!
I think you know him."

"Obviously, the county can't support the club so we have to take care
of ourselves.  We charge the members for the use of the girls here and
that covers our expenses, my salary, and even the improved conditions
you girls enjoy in the jail.  We want our gentlemen to enjoy
themselves and so we have to insist that the girls are always on their
best behavior and do as they're told.  I'm sure you can understand
that.

"Anyways, now that you're presentable.  I'll tell you how you're to be
used tonight.  I know it's your first time here and you want to do
well and not disappoint me or Sheriff Baxter.  Don't worry, I know
you'll do wonderfully.

"We'll be opening soon and the gentlemen will be anxious to have a
look at the new girl.  They always are!  And who can blame them?
You're such a pretty girl.  You'll be displayed so they can enjoy your
charms.  Naturally, you'll be restrained in an attractive position so
you won't have to worry at all about how you should stand or show
yourself off for them.

"Once everyone has had a chance to get here see just how pretty you
are, the gentlemen who have more of an exhibitionistic nature will
have the opportunity to use you here in the main room before you're
taken to one of the back rooms.  Again, don't fret about having to put
on a show for the gentlemen or how best to please them.  We'll take
care of that for you.

"You'll be strapped down to the bed for their use, so you see you
don't need to do a thing!  They don't really want any interaction with
you.  They just want to be alone with a black female body and do
whatever they like with it.  You'll have no need to moan or feign
pleasure either since for the most part they are truly not interested
in whether you enjoy it or not.  In fact, many probably prefer that
you don't!

Rashanta was completely dumbfounded.  She figured she'd be teasing the
men with her body, letting them grope and pinch her, and then going in
the back with them where she'd be working to get them off.  Instead i
sounded like she was just going to be a piece of living pornography
for a while and then taken off to be used like a piece of fuck meat.
She could feel the panic rising inside her.

"Willie!" Miriam called out.  "Bring the equipment over here for the
new girl."

The old black man came out from behind the bar with a wooden foot
locker which he placed on the floor next to where Rashanta knelt.

"Here it be, Miz Miriam," said Willie.  "You want me to fix her up
like usual, ma'am?"

"Yes, I think that'll be just fine," Miriam agreed.  "Proceed."

Willie produced a heavy black leather collar and fastened it around
Rashanta's neck.  Next he produced a pair of leather cuffs.

"Hold your hands out, missy," he instructed her.

The kneeling black woman held her hands out and the old negro put the
cuffs on her wrists.  He went around behind her and fastened similar
cuffs to her ankles.

"Excellent!" exclaimed Miriam.  "Go ahead and get her up where they
can see her properly, Willie."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied to her as he helped Rashanta to her feet.

The elderly black man led the naked negress to the stage next to the
bar.  He picked a metal bar up from behind the stage.  Using the
attached clips he connected each end to one of her wrist cuffs.  It
was long enough to keep her arms spread.  It had an eye-bolt through
the middle which he attached to a large steel hook in the ceiling.
This allowed her to stand comfortably on the platform with her hands
raised above her head.

"This position sho' shows dem titties off fine, sweet thang," Willie
told her once he'd finished mounting the arm spreader.  "Yep, you look
mighty fine, indeed."

Rashanta looked straight ahead, still stunned at the description of
what the evening held in store for her.  Willie took ropes hanging
from pullies attached to the ceiling and fastened them to the ankle
cuffs.  He went around behind her.

"Watch yourself, missy," he warned her.  "You gon' be hangin' der in a
second."

With that, Willie started tugging on the ropes through the pullies.
Rashanta's legs were pulled out from under her and she was hanging by
her wrists.  She could see her feet being lifted in front of her,
spreading her legs wide.  She felt the coolness of the room air on her
pussy and asshole.  She could feel her weight on her wrists and
ankles.

"There you go!" announced the old black man, stepping back around in
front.  "Those white men gon' jus' love you, sweet thang!"

Miriam walked up for a closer look.  She stood right in front of
Rashanta with an approving expression on her face.

"Good work, Willie," the white lady praised him.  "Go finish getting
ready now, we'll be opening in a few minutes."

"Yes, ma'am," said the bartender.

Willie walked off as Miriam stepped up onto the stage and stood
between Rashanta's legs.  She reached down and ran a finger from her
ass crack, across her anus, over her crotch, and through her slit.
Rashanta shuddered in her bonds.

"Comfy?" she asked with a smile.

"Yes, Miz Miriam," Rashanta replied, her voice strained.

"Wonderful!" exclaimed the white lady.  "Willie does a fine job with
the girls.  Just look at you!  The gentlemen will simply adore you.
They'll be able to clearly see all your charms in a glance.  And
you're completely ready for use, too!  This position has so many
advantages.  We use it for displaying all the new girls.  Just one
more thing..."

Rashanta saw that Miriam was holding a red ball with a leather strap
through it in her hand.  The white lady placed the ball in the negro's
mouth and fastened the strap tightly behind her head.  She could feel
her lips stretched and her face distorted by it.

"Ah, yes," said Miriam with satisfaction, "the finishing touch.  No
awkward moments with small talk or worries of saying the wrong thing.
Plus, I think it's very attractive.  The gentlemen love the way it
makes a girl's face look.  I'll have to show you later.  I'm sure
someone will take pictures.  Don't worry about the drool.  All the
girls drool with this gag, so don't be too embarrassed.  Personally, I
think it's just precious!"

The white lady stepped back from the stage and walked to the bar.  She
reached her hand under it and suddenly several bright lights went on,
illuminating the stage area and Rashanta in particular.

"Perfect!" Miriam observed.  "Well, I must go open up before those men
push the door down!  They get impatient when we've got a new girl."

The well dressed white woman turned and walked away, leaving the naked
negress hanging by her wrists and ankles from the ceiling.  The
colored woman's legs were spread wide, her sex on display, her mouth
filled.

Rashanta heard male voices just as the first saliva started drooling
out of her stretched lips and onto her chest.  She felt like a piece
of meat about to be thrown to the wolves.



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Hard Time for Rashanta


Chapter 11 - In Restraints


 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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