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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 12 - New Meat


It was earlier than usual when the lights came on in the special
treatment cell block.  Ordinarily the girls slept in later than the
general population, but this morning was different.

"All right, ladies," announced Rusty, the young red headed deputy.
"On your feet.  We've got some special entertainment for you all
today."

Rashanta rolled out of her bunk and stood, wiping the sleep from her
eyes.  She'd been in the special cell block for a week now and was
used to getting up later since she certainly was being kept up later,
as she was being used with the other girls in the jail annex club.

Rusty led the black female inmates down the corridor and out the door
into the courtyard.  The general population of prisoners, male and
female, were already there.  Their attention was directed to the
whipping platform that Rashanta was all too familiar with.  The young
deputy left his charges and made his way towards the platform.

Rashanta could see a figure dressed in black standing on the platform.
She imagined it was Duane, though he was too far away to make out
clearly.  After a few minutes Rusty and a big blonde guard, likely Bo,
appeared with a petite black woman with long straightened hair between
them.  She was completely nude and her hands were cuffed and chained
together as were her ankles.

At first, she thought it might be Tasha the monkey girl, but then she
spotted her in the crowd standing near Annie and Babs.  The two white
guards led the hapless shackled negro to a spot under the heavy wooden
beam that Rashanta had been secured to during her own whipping.  The
prisoners shifted around as they stood and a general murmuring grew
louder.

*Crack*!

Duane cracked the whip and the crowd was instantly silent.  A figure
that had to be Judge White stood and began speaking.  Rashanta
couldn't make out the words, but was quite sure what he was saying.
The poor colored girl was going to be publicly whipped as part of her
punishment for some crime she'd committed, real or imagined.

*Whap*!

The first stroke was clearly audible and the nude black girl jerked
against her bonds.  The crowd noises started back up.

*Whap*!

The girl jerked against her bonds again, but if she made a sound,
Rashanta couldn't hear it.

*Whap*!

"Ah!" the girl cried out, loud enough, this time, to be heard over the
growing murmuring of the assembled prisoners.

A shout of approval could be heard from beyond the courtyard.  Clearly
the towns folks were assembled there and were enjoying the show.

*Whap*!

"Ah!" she cried even louder.  "Owww!"

*Whap*!

The colored girl on the platform's knees buckled and she slumped
forward, hanging by her wrist cuffs.

*Whap*!

The girl yelped again and struggled to find her footing as she slowly
began to twist around.

*Whap*!

"Ahhh!" she cried, just short of a scream, as she took the blow from
the whip on her exposed breasts.

"Yeah!" came a yell from the other side of the fence.

*Whap*!

"Owww!" the girl yelped.

Her nude body flailed as she tried to stand and turn her back to the
whip-master.

*Whap*!

"Ahhh!" she screamed, taking another stroke of the whip to the front
of her tortured body.

The poor colored girl finally managed to get her back to the
whip-master.

*Whap*!

Again, her knees buckled from the blow and she slumped forward against
her bonds.  Duane walked up to her and stood there as Rusty and Bo
took her down and off the platform.  She clearly needed their support
to stay on her feet.  The crowd outside the fence roared with approval
and applause could be heard.  The prisoners began talking amongst
themselves.

Rashanta was shocked by what she'd witnessed.  So this was what she'd
looked like that day well over a week ago.  The memory of the cruel
whipping she'd endured came back to her and she shuddered.  She
watched Duane climb down from the platform and go in the direction
that the guards had gone previously.  There wasn't any doubt in the
slender negress's mind about what was going to be happening next.  The
whip-master would claim his due from the poor girl.

Would this girl find the experience as transcendental as she had,
wondered Rashanta.  The utter helplessness she'd felt, contrasted with
the absolute power wielded by the white whip-master had left her
dazed.  She remembered the overpowering urge she'd felt to humble
herself before him.  To submit to his will.  To give him her body
again for his pleasure.  She'd taken his dick in her mouth and sucked
it lovingly while she gently caressed his balls.  She wanted to
worship his manhood.  And his power.  Did this girl feel the same way?

After a time the guards returned and led the prisoners out of the
courtyard and back into the jail.  Once inside the building, Bo
stepped up to Rashanta.

"Come with me, girl," he instructed her.  "Sheriff wants you."

Rashanta was concerned that she'd unknowingly committed some
infraction of the rules, though she couldn't imagine what it could
have been.  She really had been making an effort go along to get
along.  They soon reached the outer office.

"Off with that," ordered Bo.  "Sheriff likes the niggers naked, girl.
You know that."

The slender negress pulled the prison gown off as the young white
deputy looked on.  Once she was naked, he went and knocked on the
sheriff's door, never taking his eyes off nude female inmate.

"Wallace is here, sheriff," announced Bo.

"Send her in," came the response.

Bo opened the door and Rashanta entered the sheriff's office.  Earl
got up from behind his desk.  She heard the door shut behind her.

"I see your new duties agree with you," observed the older white man.
"Or, least ways they ain't done you no harm.  I hear they're linin' up
to use that coochie o' yours.  Miriam thinks you're quite the prize
nigger."

Rashanta blushed with embarrassment.  Earl stood in front of her with
his hands on his hips, looking her up and down.

"Yep," he said finally, "prize nigger.  That's for sure.  Now get on
the floor and crawl on your belly.  Right fuckin' now."

The slender black woman obeyed.  She got down on the floor and lay on
her front.

"Over to the couch, girl," instructed the sheriff.  "Get a move on.  I
got a hard on that's just about to bust.  An' I'm gonna bust it in
you."

Rashanta crawled that way across the gritty carpet over to the couch.
She climbed up and lay on her back.  Sheriff Baxter stood and watched
for a moment and then went after her.  He bent over so he could run
his hands on her nude body.  One hand caressing and squeezing her firm
brown breasts.  The other working its way between her thighs.  She
turned her head away, her thoughts still on the whipped colored girl.

Whap!  The slap shocked her from her thoughts and stung her face.

"You better be openin' them legs up, bitch!" he scolded her.  "What's
wrong with you?  When my hand goes for that poontang, you open up
fast.  You got that?"

"Yes, sir," Rashanta apologized while quickly spreading her legs.
"I's sorry, sir.  I's jus' a dumb nigga."

Whap!  Whap!  Whap!  The white man spanked the negro's pussy hard with
his open hand.  The pain was severe, but she knew better than to close
her thighs.  She lay there holding her legs open, presenting her sex
for punishment, and took it.

"What do you say, nigger?" said the sheriff expectantly.

Rashanta thought quickly.  She knew if she didn't get this right her
pussy would pay the price.

"Thank you, sir," she said at last.  "Thank you fo' beatin' my
coochie.  You too good to me, boss, teachin' me to be a better nigga
fo' you.  Thank you, sir."

"That's more like it," he said with satisfaction.  "Want some more o'
that?  Ain't no trouble at all."

Again, Rashanta struggled to figure out the right answer.  Her pussy
was burning, but she could tell he was very aroused.  And somewhere
inside her, she knew she wanted to take it for him.  Like the girl had
taken it for the whip-master.

"Yes, sir, boss," she answered.  "Please be beatin' my coochie some
more, boss.  I's a dumb nigga and I needs to be beat dat way."

Rashanta opened her legs even further, she could feel her bruised
flesh stretched.

"Please, boss," she said sincerely, "beat dis nigga's coochie."

Whap!  Whap!  Whap!  Whap!  Whap!  Whap!

Sheriff Baxter breathed heavily as he spanked Rashanta's spread pussy.
She could see that his dick had pitched a tent in his trousers.  Sweat
was breaking out on his reddening face.  Tears started to form in her
eyes from the pain and ran down her face.

"Alright, that's enough," he announced.  "Time to fuck you."

"Thank you, boss," Rashanta said, her voice cracking.  "Please, boss,
fuck my nigga coochie.  I needs to be used.  I needs yo' white dick in
me."

"You comin' around real good, now," said Earl, taking his pants down.
"You ain't such a dumb nigger after all."

The older white man climbed between the slender negress's legs, his
hard dick bouncing as he moved.  She looked up into his face and felt
his cock head at the entrance to her swollen pussy.  She gasped as he
penetrated her in a single stroke.  The pain brought renewed tears to
her eyes.

"Owww..." she moaned, her pussy aching.

"Awww, am I hurtin' you, bitch?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, boss," she answered.  "Yo' big white dick be hurtin' my
sore coochie somethin' fierce."

"Good," he responded, his hips bucking, his breathing heavy.  "It
ain't supposed to feel good.  You jus' a fuckin' nigger.  So you gotta
take it."

"Dat's right, boss," Rashanta agreed.  "Use my coochie, boss.  I's yo'
nigga, so you use it how you want.  Nigga's s'posed to be hurtin'.
So's dey knows dey place."

"Yeah," he rasped, "you got that right.  I know you like that white
dick.  Don't you bitch?"

"Yes, sir, boss," her voice cracked.  "I sho' do.  I's jus' a nigga
fo' white dick.  Fuck me, boss!  You fuckin' yo' nigga good."

Rashanta's sore cunt throbbed in pain.  The sheriff's thick dick was
rubbing her swollen pussy lips raw.  Still, she found herself humping
back at him, even though she knew he didn't care if she just lay there
and take it.  He was all about just using her to get off.

"Watchin' that nigger get whupped this mornin's got me all fired up,
girl," he told her breathlessly.  "You see that?"

"I seen it, boss," she said, her hips bucking along with his.  "I seen
dat nigga get whupped."

"Seein' that put me in the mood for some nigger coochie," the sheriff
went on.  "I loves bustin' a nut in a bitch nigger after watchin' a
whuppin'."

Rashanta was breathing hard now.  In spite of the burning pain in her
pussy lips, she could feel pleasure inside her.  She was shocked to
realize that she was getting close to orgasm.  Her cunt was
involuntarily squeezing the sheriff's cock.

"You love it now, don't you, nigger?" Earl whispered loudly.  "You
love that white dick."

"Yeah, boss," she answered, a happy dumb look spreading across her
face.

"I knew it," he said as he continued to pump into her black pussy.
"When I was spankin' your coochie, my had come up wet.  You jus' a
slutty nigger now.  Slutty fuckin' nigger cravin' that white dick."

"Uh huh," agreed the colored woman.  "Yeah, boss"

"Careful, girl," he warned her.  "Ain't your place to be cummin'
without askin' first."

"Yeah, boss," she said, grinning, her eyes half closed.

Rashanta could tell it was almost past the point of no return.  In
spite of the pain she felt.  In spite of the humiliation she suffered.
Maybe even because of it all, she didn't know.  She just knew it was
going to happen.  And she knew asking for permission was the act of
submission that was going to drive her over the top.

"Kin I cum, boss?" she begged plaintively.  "Please, boss?  Kin I
cum?"

"Yeah," he allowed.  "Cum for me, bitch.  Cum for yo' daddy."

"Kin I?" she squealed, oblivious to everything other than the
sensations that were overwhelming her.  "Ah!  Ah!  Ah!"

"Fuck!" cried the sheriff, releasing his load into her cunt.  "Oh!
Fuck!"

Rashanta could feel his cum spurting into her, his dick deep in her
pussy.  Her vagina was contracting, milking the sperm from him cock.

"Thank you, boss!" she cried.  "Thank you...  Oh...  Ahhh..."

After a minute or two, the sheriff dismounted the negress and stood
up, his pants around his ankles.  The black prisoner lay on the couch,
her chest heaving, semen leaking out of her swollen pussy and onto the
couch.

Slowly, Rashanta rolled off the couch and onto her knees on the floor.
She looked up at Sheriff Baxter, her face wet with sweat.

"Kin I clean yo' cock, sir?" she asked.  "I be honored to do dat fo'
you."

"Go ahead, girl," he granted.

The slender colored woman walked forward on her knees and took his wet
dick into her mouth.  She sucked the sticky pussy juices and semen
from it and then licked it off.  Finally, she kissed the tip of his
cock and looked back up at him.

"Thank you, sir," she said gratefully.  "Thank you fo' lettin' dis
nigga clean yo' cock.  An' thank you fo' usin' me dat way an' makin'
me cum so hard, boss.  I's so grateful."

Rashanta looked back at the couch and saw the milky puddle on the
leather cushion where here crotch had been.  She turned around and put
her mouth over the wet spot of cum on the couch and slurped it up.

"All clean, boss," she announced proudly.

"Get up now, girl," he said, a hint of warmth in his voice.  "I've
gotta take a whiz so I'm gonna have Bo take you back."

Rashanta looked up at him without getting up.  She didn't understand
what had come over her.  She desperately wanted to serve this white
man.

"Please use me, sir," she asked sincerely.  "Please use dis nigga's
mouth fo' doin' yo' bid'ness."

The negress opened her mouth and looked up at him, her eyes bright
with expectation.

"Alright," he said.  "I ain't gonna refuse an offer like that."

"Kin I?" she asked, moving her hands towards his cock.

The sheriff nodded and the black female inmate took his dick in one
hand and held it as she put her lips around it.  When she seemed ready
to take it he relaxed and the flow of urine started.  A trickle at
first and then a stream so strong she could barely keep up with it.
She gulped his piss down while kneeling there, naked in his office.
When he finally finished, she sucked the last drops out and kissed his
cock head again.

"I's grateful, boss," she said sincerely.  "Thank you fo' allowin' me
to drink yo' piss, sir."

"My, my, my," mused Earl as he bent to pull up his pants.  "Ain't you
the good nigger now, girl!  Ain't uppity in the least no more.  I'm
happy to see it."

"Thank you, sir," Rashanta replied.  "I's been tryin' hard to be a
good nigga fo' you all."

"Bo!" called the sheriff.

The big blonde deputy opened the door.

"I figured you was right out there," chuckled Earl.  "Take this girl
back where she goes, son."

"On your feet, girl," ordered Bo.  "Let's go.  Sheriff's a busy man."

Rashanta rose up from her knees and followed the young deputy out.
She slipped back into her prison gown and he led her back to her cell.

 * * *

When the girls arrived at the jail annex club that evening, a new girl
was already waiting for them up on the stage.  She was suspended in
the same way as Rashanta had been on her first night.  The girl's
wrists were attached to the spreader bar hanging from the big hook in
the ceiling and her ankles were cuffed and lifted as high as her head.
Her small pert breasts, shaved pussy, and puckered asshole were on
display.  Her head was hooded, her long black hair spilling out from
under it, but the fresh whip marks visible on her made it clear that
she was the girl who'd been up on the platform that morning.

Rashanta helped the other girls get the club ready for opening time.
The new girl hung silently in her bonds, naked and spread wide open.
Miriam gave the place one last check and opened the door.  Several
white men were waiting there and they filed, talking and laughing.
Most stood around the stage checking the new girl out.  The girls
waited nearby for orders.

"Damn, Lenny!" exclaimed Bubba, the fat bearded white man who'd used
Rashanta on her first day there.  "Look at the whip marks on that
nigger!  Man, I want to fuck her!"

"I bet you will, Bubba, you horny bastard," said his skinny dark
haired companion.  "You ain't got no shame, bro.  Fuckin' that whipped
nigger up there 'stead a in the back jus' to save a few bucks!"

Bubba turned to Rashanta and looked her up and down.

"You was a fine piece of pussy, girl," the big white man told her.
"Mighty fine.  Go git us a couple beers like a good nigger."

"Thank you, sir," Rashanta blushed.  "Right away, sir."

The slender negro turned towards the bar and was startled by a slap on
her ass.  She looked over her shoulder to see Bubba grinning at her.
She smiled back at him and walked to the bar.  She could tell her
pussy was wet from the fat man's crude treatment.  How things had
changed, she realized.  A month ago and she would have slapped him.
Today, she looked forward to what he might do when she returned with
the drinks.

Rashanta approached the bar.  Willie looked up at her, well up at her
breasts, and grinned his toothy grin.

"Two drafts, Willie," she told him.

"Comin' up, sweet thang!" the old colored man said happily, reaching
out to touch her breast.

Rashanta slapped his hand down.

"I'm in a hurry, Willie!" she rebuked him.  "Gentlemen are waitin'!"

"I's hurryin', missy...," the gray haired negro answered
disappointedly.  "I's hurryin'."

Willie came back with two mugs of beer and leered at Rashanta's naked
breasts.

"Here you go, baby girl," he said, grinning again.

Rashanta took the drinks and returned to where Bubba and Lenny were
still watching the new girl.  She wasn't doing much, immobilized by
her bondage.  She squirmed a little and made soft muffled grunting
noises.  Clearly she was gagged under her hood.

"Yo' drinks, sir," Rashanta announced.

"Take 'em to the front table," instructed Bubba.

The two white men went to the closest table and sat down.  The slender
black woman placed the mugs in front of them.  The fat man grabbed her
and pulled her into his lap.  His hands were quickly on her breasts,
roughly squeezing them.  She could feel his erection against her bare
ass.

"I'm gonna fuck that nigger up there," he told her.  "But if I got
anything left after that, I'm gonna do you, too.  You got some good
pussy, nigger girl.  Maybe I'll let you go for a ride on old Bubba."

"Thank you, sir," Rashanta replied, smiling at him.  "I's happy you be
likin' my coochie hole, sir.  An' I be honored fo' you to be usin' me
anyway dat be pleasin' you."

"Damn, girl!" exclaimed Bubba, his hand going between Rashanta's legs.
"You are one hot nigger!  Talkin' that way's got me wantin' to take
you and fuck you right now!"

Rashanta parted her legs to make her pussy available to the big man's
meaty hand.  He clumsily tried to push his finger into her vagina,
pinching her labia.  Nevertheless, she could tell she was wet.

"You want dis nigga's coochie now, sir?" she asked.  "Dey's plenty o'
rooms back dere if'n you wants to use me."

"I would, girl," explained Bubba, withdrawing his hand, "but I'm keen
on drillin' that black honey they got all spread out hangin' up there.
I love samplin' the new meat.  It's kinda a tradition wit' me."

"Yeah," Lenny chortled.  "Stickin' that dick in every fuckin' nigger
in the place is your tradition.  Horny fuckin' bastard..."

Miriam went to the stage.

"Who's first, boys?" she asked.  "This pretty colored girl's been
waiting for some attention.  Who's going to be the one to give it to
her?"

"Right here!" Bubba replied immediately.  "I been ready to fuck that
nigger!"

Light laughter could be heard around the room.

"Very well, Bubba," Miriam smiled.  "Looks like you'll be the one."

"Git up, girl," said the big man to the colored woman in his lap.  "I
gotta bust this nut in that bitch."

Rashanta slid off Bubba's lap.  He reached into his pocket and pulled
out some wadded bills.  The big bearded man stepped to the bar and put
the money into the big glass jar before standing up on the stage.  He
dropped his pants and shortly was humping the hooded negro girl, who
swayed in her bonds.

"I got somethin' for you to do, nigger," said Lenny.  "Come here and
suck my dick."

"Yes, sir," Rashanta replied.

The naked negress dropped to her knees and walked on them to where the
skinny white man sat on the other side of the table.  She unfastened
his belt and unzipped his pants.  The sight of his friend fucking the
bound black girl up on the stage had him rock hard already.  The
slender black woman took his dick into her mouth and started sucking.

"That's it, bitch," Lenny sighed.  "Suck it."

Rashanta sucked it.  She slurped noisily while she bobbed her head and
tasted the pre cum leaking out of his dick.  She could hear Bubba
grunting on the stage as he pounded the new girl.  She could also hear
the muffled cries from the object of his lust.  The black woman was
sure he was mauling her small breasts and pinching her dark nipples as
he had done to her before.

"Yeah," said Lenny.  "Take it all."

The slender negress felt the skinny white man's hands on her head,
forcing her down on his cock.  She gagged as his dick was forced into
her throat but she didn't try to pull away.  Instead she sucked
harder, attempting to milk the sperm out of him.  He tensed and
released into her mouth.  She swallowed his semen hungrily.

"Ah..." sighed Lenny.  "Fuck..."

"Oh yeah!" cried Bubba behind her.  "Here it comes, nigger!  Uh!  Uh!"

Rashanta finished Lenny's blow job while she listened to Bubba cumming
inside the bound black girl.  The scene was almost surreal.  She felt
like a fuck thing.  Something to be used for white men's pleasure.
One black fuck thing among other black fuck things.  Just one toy in a
toy box.  She let the skinny white man's dick slip out of her mouth
and leaned back onto her knees.

"Thank you fo' usin' my mouth, sir," she said to him.

Lenny wasn't paying attention to her.  Instead he was focussed on the
stage.  Rashanta turned and looked to see Bubba pulling his pants back
up, putting the suspenders back on his shoulders.  The new girl hung
naked in her bondage.  Creamy cum leaked from her pussy, ran down over
her asshole, and dripped onto the stage floor.  Her nipples were puffy
and swollen.

"Shanta!" called Miriam.  "Go clean the new girl up.

"Right away, ma'am," said Rashanta.

Knowing it would please the white lady and the gentlemen, the slender
black woman crawled on hands and knees up onto the stage.  She put her
face right between the new girl's legs and started lapping the cum up
off her soft black pussy.  She could feel the eyes of everyone in the
room on her.  She pushed her tongue into the girl's hole and sucked
the semen out.  Going lower, she licked the creamy liquid off the used
negress's asshole.  The girl twitched in her bonds.

Rashanta remembered that it wasn't that long ago that she'd be
repulsed by the idea of going down on another woman.  That she'd had
to be forced to do it.  Now, she did it gladly for the pleasure of the
white folks who were watching.  Serving them this way gave her a
pleasure she hadn't experienced before.

The new girl moaned when Rashanta ran her tongue back up the bound
negro's cunt, deep in her slit.  She could tell the girl was enjoying
her ministrations.  The black woman started gently flicking the girl's
clit with her soft tongue before gingerly sucking it inbetween her
lips.

"Work it, girl!" came a cry from behind her.  "Eat that coochie!"

Aware of the pleasure she was giving the audience as well as the
helpless colored girl, Rashanta sucked her clit a little harder and
felt the girl tremble in her bonds.  She stopped sucking and moved
lower, sticking her tongue as deep into the girl's pussy hole as she
could and started fucking her with it.

"Mmmff!" the girl cried, attempting to hump the negress's face.

Rashanta felt her own arousal increase in response to the hooded
girl's expression of pleasure and desire for her service.  She pushed
her face against the girl's crotch to give her the pressure she knew
she craved.  The slender negro licked her tongue up and down the
girl's pussy slit and down to her asshole and back up again to her
clit.  The girl thrashed in her bondage, clearly loving the attention
her sensitive parts were receiving.

The bound naked black girl made muffled squealing noises and gushed in
Rashanta's face, clearly in the throws of orgasm.  The colored woman
continued lapping away at the black girl's cunt.  While the hooded
girl struggled in her bonds, overcome with her climax, Rashanta felt
short spurts of warm liquid squirting in her face.  The girl squealed
again, and unable to control her bladder, started peeing.  The slender
negress opened her mouth and drank the stranger's urine down, not
wanting her to make a puddle on the stage.  She was successful
swallowing it all and sat back on her knees when it was over.

The room broke into applause, shocking Rashanta back into reality.
Had she really just done that?  Brought the unknown hooded girl to
orgasm and drank her piss afterwards?  Clearly, the assembled white
men knew she had and showed their approval.  The negress knew she'd
completely let go and become a total slut.  A slave to their desires,
certainly.  But also, a slave to her own.

Rashanta felt a hand on her head and looked up to see Miriam smiling
down on her.  The white lady held out her other hand, palm up, with a
chocolate in it.

"Good girl!" Miriam beamed.  "Very good!  I am *so* pleased with you!
You've earned this.  Take it."

The slender negress took the treat in her mouth from the white lady's
hand.  She actually felt a measure of pride in the humiliating act
she'd performed.  She welcomed the praise of the white lady and
applause from the white men.  Her eyes closed and she basked in the
glow of their approval.

After a moment, Miriam snapped her fingers and Rashanta opened her
eyes.  The white lady snapped them again and pointed to the puddle of
cum on the stage floor under the bound negro's spread crotch.  The
black woman quickly crawled to it and licked it up, slurping noisily.

"That's a good girl," Miriam praised her.  "Run along and get cleaned
up."

The white lady turned towards the bar as Rashanta headed for the
wash-room.

"Willie!" Miriam called.  "Get this girl down and take her to a room.
I know some of the gentlemen would like to be alone with her now."

Rashanta went into the wash-room, cleaned her face off and rinsed the
pee out of her mouth.  She looked at herself in the mirror and could
barely recognize the woman that looked back at her.


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Hard Time for Rashanta


Chapter 13 - Not Just Visiting


The room seemed familiar to Rashanta.  It was her old bedroom from
when she was in high school.  She knew she hadn't lived there for over
ten years, but it seemed perfectly natural.  At first she was alone
but then there was someone else there.  A teenaged white boy.  She
recognized the boy, too.  She couldn't remember his name, but it was
the white boy who lived next door.  He was just standing there in
front of her.  She noticed she was naked.  He stepped closer to her
and touched her.  Gradually, she noticed that they were no longer
standing.  She was on her back on her bed.  He was above her.  Looking
down at her.  There was a knock on the door.  A voice called her.

"Shanta!" came the voice of her sister, Chalissa.  "Shanta!"

It wasn't the boy next door anymore.  Now it was a much older man, not
a high school boy.  Red faced and perspiring.  She struggled to
recognize the face.  She realized that it was the sheriff.  Like the
boy, he didn't speak.  He was inside her, using her, having his way
with her.  She could still hear the knocking.

"Shanta!" the voice of Chalissa called.  "Wake up!"

Rashanta opened her eyes.  The cell was dark.  The only light was from
a fixture in the ceiling down the hall that was always on.  She could
barely make anything out by it.  The dream quickly dissolved into
nothingness, but the voice remained.

"Shanta?" the voice asked.  "Is that really you?"

"Who is it?" asked Rashanta, sitting up.

"It's me, Shanta," answered the voice.  "Lissa.  I've been tryin' to
wake you up."

"Lissa?" Rashanta was incredulous.

What was Chalissa doing here?  Was she still dreaming?

"Yes, Shanta, it's me," Chalissa responded.  "I can't believe I'm
finally talkin' to you."

"What happened?" asked Rashanta.  "What are you doin' here?"

"I got a phone call," the younger woman started.  "From a lawyer.  He
said you was in trouble here.  He said you was goin' to jail.  I came
down here to find you."

"But, how'd you get in here?" Rashanta was still dazed from being
woken so suddenly.

"They put me in here," Chalissa answered.  "They wouldn't let me see
you.  I tol' 'em they had to.  They tol' me to leave an' I got pissed.
I don't remember what happened next too good, but I was shoutin' and
kickin' shit over.  You know how I get.  Well, next thing I know, they
got handcuffs on me an' I'm in jail."

"When?" Rashanta asked.  "How long you been here?"

"Last weekend," said Chalissa.  "Almost a week now.  That
lawyer... Sam... the one who called.  He helped me.  They said I was
gonna have to go to jail for six months for assaultin' a cop!  He got
'em to call it disturbin' the peace or some kind o' shit.  So now I
ended up here.  With you."

Rashanta's mind reeled.  Her sister had fallen into the same trap she
had!

"What'd they do to you, girl?" asked the older sister.

"I... Uh...  You know," stammered the younger one.  "Sam tol' me 'bout
you an' what you done.  He tol' me he could make 'em go easy on me if
I... you know... let him."

"Let him... what?" Rashanta wanted to know.

Chalissa always got so bashful when she talked about sex, remembered
Rashanta.  She acted like a teenager instead of the grown adult she
was.  The older woman didn't know how to feel about this development.
Her baby sister used by that seedy lawyer.  It angered her to think of
him taking advantage of her.  But the image of Chalissa on her knees,
servicing the white man, had her pussy tingling.  Her arousal made her
feel ashamed even though she couldn't help it.

"You know," Chalissa went on, "fuck me.  It ain't the first time I let
a guy do what he wanted so's I could get what I wanted.  You neither,
Shanta."

Rashanta remembered that very well.  Where she had been calculating,
almost mercenary, in using her body to get things, her sister was less
discriminating.  She'd started younger, too.  She suspected that
Chalissa liked doing it whereas Rashanta herself, as she told herself,
only did it as a quid pro quo, not because it did anything for her.

"Oh, Lissa..." sighed Rashanta.  "I'm sorry I got you into all this."

"That's what sisters do, Shanta," Chalissa consoled her.  "Help each
other.  I had to find you.  If it wasn't for my temper, I wouldn't be
in here.  That part's all my fault.  'Course, if I hadn't gotten here
this way, it never woulda happened."

"What happened?" Rashanta asked.

"You know!" Chalissa said, exasperated.  "I know you know!"

"What are you talking about?" the older sister was puzzled.

"I know we don't talk about it," the younger woman said.  "But I
remember when we were kids.  The stuff we used to do.  You know!"

"You're gonna have to spell it out, girl," Rashanta stated.  "I don't
understand."

"Now you're getting me all embarrassed," Chalissa went on.  "You
remember how we used to fool around...  With each other...  And how I
wanted you to... you know..."

"I remember," said Rashanta.  "But I don't know what you're gettin'
at.  That was a long time ago."

"You had to know it was me!" the younger sister blurted out.  "You
just had to!"

"What was you?" the older woman replied, even though she was starting
to get the idea.

"Tonight, Shanta!" Chalissa exclaimed.  "You didn't know that was me
hangin' there?  After that guy fucked me, I heard that lady call you.
Then you was lickin' my pussy!  Just like I dreamed about!  I din't
care all those guys was watchin'.  I couldn't see 'em anyways.  And
you was so sweet!  It felt so good.  You made me cum.  Cum so hard I
couldn't help but pee myself!  An' that almost never happens.  Gawd!
You din't know it was me!  I can't believe it!"

Rashanta was flabbergasted.  She'd gone down on her baby sister and
brought her to orgasm in front of a crowd of white men.  She'd drank
her pee and licked her cum up off the floor.

"I... didn't know," stammered Rashanta.  "It was you who got whupped
this mornin'.  It was you."

"Yes," Chalissa said.  "They said if I got ten lashes I'd only have to
stay here for two weeks.  And the sheriff said if I... agreed do what
they wanted... they'd make it easy on me.  I knew you'd be doin' that,
too, Shanta."

"I saw it happen," said Rashanta.  "I watched you get whipped.  They
whipped me, too.  Twenty lashes.  Afterwards...  The man who whipped
me...  I sucked him.  I had to.  I wanted to."

"I know, girl," Chalissa responded.  "He was kind to me.  Even though
he hurt me.  Hurt me bad.  Still, he seemed so kind.  I wanted to show
him I knew he was kind.  The others...  Well, I let them do what they
wanted.  But him...  It was different.  I don't know."

"My baby sister..." Rashanta said.  "I'm kind of ashamed, Lissa."

"Don't be," her sister told her.  "I brought it on myself.  And...
Well, I can't explain it either... I kind of liked it.  The whippin'
hurt bad.  But after, I was wet.  Can you believe it?"

"I believe it," the older woman answered.  "I was, too.  That's kind
of why I'm ashamed."

"Cause you got wet from gettin' beat?" Chalissa asked.

"I did, but that's not why I'm ashamed," Rashanta said back.  "I got
wet watchin' you get beat.  An' I got wet thinkin' about what you'd be
doin' wit' that white man later."

"You didn't know it was me," the younger woman countered.  "It coulda
been anybody."

"I'm wet now, knowin' it was you," said her big sister.

"I wish I could return the favor right now, Shanta," said Chalissa.
"Would you want that?  I could never ask before.  We're sisters
an'... well... it just seems wrong.  But... I want to.  Bad."

"Ain't you tired, Lissa?" asked Rashanta, changing the subject.  "When
I got whupped, I just slept for a day afterwards."

"Uh huh," replied her little sister.  "I'm just happy I finally found
you.  And... well... you know."

"I guess I do know," said big sister.  "I know now.  I'm glad you
found me.  I jus' wish it was different."

"Uh huh," said the colored girl.

"Good night, Lissa," said Rashanta.

"G'night, Shanta," Chalissa answered back.

 * * *

Rashanta woke up when the lights came on that morning.  Rusty was
standing and watching when she rolled out of bed.

"Sheriff wants to see you this mornin'," he told her.  "Get a move
on."

The red haired guard opened the cell door and walked down to the next
cell.

"Rise and shine, girl," she could hear him saying.  "You're gonna go
see the sheriff, too."

Rashanta walked into the corridor and towards the next cell over.
Chalissa was just stepping out of her cell.  Her sister was pretty
much as she remembered her.  Even though only a few weeks had passed
since their last meeting, it seemed like alot had happened since then,
and that was another lifetime.

Chalissa was three years younger than her older sister and had a
slighter build.  Small, girlish, breasts where her sister's were
large, though firm.  Long straightened hair, dark brown eyes, high
cheeks, and thick negro lips.  Her nose wasn't quite as broad as
Rashanta's and her skin was darker, but there was no doubt that they
were closely related.

Silently, they followed the young guard to the sheriff's office.  Bo
was waiting for them.  He smiled and shifted in his chair when he saw
the two black women enter the outer office.

"Well, well!" he exclaimed, leaning back and putting his hands behind
his head.  "Now, this *is* a treat!  Sheriff's on the phone right now,
so y'all's gonna hafta wait.  Might as well get those duds off,
though.  No time like the present."

Rashanta felt her face grow hot as she pulled the prison gown over her
head and stood naked in front of the two young white men.  She'd been
forced to strip plenty of times before, but now her little sister was
there with her.  It shamed her to for the younger woman to see her big
sister humbled this way.

Chalissa took her gown off at the same time and put hers on Bo's desk,
where her sister had deposited her own.  The two negro sisters stood
naked, waiting for the sheriff to see them.  In the meantime, Rusty
took a seat and the deputies enjoyed the view.

"Ain't no doubt they're related, Rusty," observed Bo.  "Older one's
got bigger udders.  Young one's darker.  But they're sisters alright."

Rashanta was humiliated hearing the guards talk about them like
objects.  As if they weren't even there.  She hung her head and looked
at the floor.

"Oh, yeah," agreed Rusty.  "We ever have nigger sisters in here
before?"

"Sure did!" the blonde deputy replied.  "Horton sisters, Dannette and
Ronnette.  They was twins.  Big girls.  Great big udders.  Big fat
asses.  Real pretty for niggers.  And they could suck and fuck, let me
tell you what.  Sheriff had them two in his office damn near every
day.  I used to loved seein' 'em come in, all jiggly an' everythin'.
I forget what they was in for.  Whole family went up north few years
ago.  Damn shame 'bout that.  They was a couple o' hotties."

"Bo!" called the sheriff through the closed office door.  "Bring them
niggers in here."

"Ok, ladies," said Bo.  "It's showtime!  Let's get a move on."

The burly blonde deputy stood and opened the door to the inner office,
gesturing the naked black female prisoners in to where the sheriff
waited for them.  They stood in front of his desk and heard the door
close behind them.

"Seein' you two side by side ain't quite like seein' double," said
Sheriff Baxter.  "But it's close enough!  Ain't had sisters in here in
a dog's age.  Them boys at the club'll be all over you two if I don't
miss my guess.  An' who could blame 'em?  You two are a fine pair of
niggers if I ever saw one."

"Thank you, sir," Rashanta spoke up.

"I see yo' sister's the quiet one," Earl observed.  "I'm sure you'll
be tellin' her how things are 'round here and how we like niggers
actin' and talkin' for us."

"Yes, sir, boss," the slender negress replied.

"Yep," the white man said, leaning back in his chair, his eyes on
Chalissa.  "Couple o' *fine* niggers.  That's for sure."

"Uh, thank you, sir," said Chalissa self consciously.

"Your welcome, girl," said Earl, sitting back up.  "Now why don't you
two assume the position so I can have a better look at y'all.  Hands
behind your head, chest out, legs open, you know the drill."

Rashanta blushed again at the embarrassment of having to perform with
her younger sister present, but complied anyways.  She took a breath
and moved her feet far apart.  She brought her arms up and clasped her
fingers behind her head.  She thrust her chest out and saw that
Chalissa was doing the same.

The slender negro's heart pounded in her ears as the sheriff slowly
rose and came out from behind his desk.  He slowly walked around the
spot the two sisters stood, never taking his eyes off them.  He looked
them both up and down from every angle.  Judging by the bulge in his
khaki uniform slacks, he liked what he saw.

Earl stood in front of Chalissa and ran his hands over her breasts,
squeezing them and tweaking her nipples.  Rashanta heard her gasp, but
kept her eyes front and didn't turn her head to look.  Out of the
corner of her eye, though, she could see his hands working their way
down the younger woman's naked body.  He slipped a hand between her
legs and she gasped again.  It wasn't long before she could see her
baby sister humping the older white man's hand.

After a few minutes, the sheriff moved over so he could grope both
sisters at once.  Leaving his hand between Chalissa's legs he started
running the other one over Rashanta's breasts.  He squeezed it roughly
and held her nipple between his thumb and index finger and pinched it
hard.  The slender black woman whimpered.  He relaxed his grip and his
hand moved over to her other breast, which received the same
treatment.  Finally, his hand went between her legs.  Reflexively, she
parted her thighs to give him access to her sex.

"You're wet, nigger," observed Earl.  "You love it, don't you?"

Rashanta was embarrassed at the sheriff's words and the fact that
Chalissa now knew that she was aroused by this humiliating treatment.
She also was self conscious about having to answer his question in the
manner he expected it while her sister could hear it.  But she knew
she had to do it anyways.  And in an odd way, she wanted to.  She
couldn't explain it, but she wanted the younger woman to know of her
big sister's transformation.

"Yes, sir, boss," Rashanta answered softly.  "I sho'ly do."

"Why don't you tell your sister what you are, girl," Sheriff Baxter
instructed.  "Just to be sure she understands."

Glad that her sister couldn't see her face right now, and knowing she
was blushing hard, Rashanta swallowed hard and prepared to say what he
wanted to hear.

"I's a nigga, boss," the black woman replied.  "Jus' a dumb nigga fo'
you to use.  Dat's all I is."

"Excellent!" exclaimed Earl, turning to face Chalissa.  "And how about
you, girl?  Let's hear it."

"Uh... I's a dumb nigga, too, boss," the younger colored woman
replied, her eyes downcast.

"I'm glad we all understand each other then," he stated with
satisfaction.

The sheriff watched the faces of the two naked negro sisters while he
stroked their pussies.  Both of them couldn't help but hump at his
hand, which elicited a smile from him.  Rashanta felt as if she and
Chalissa had been reduced to nothing more than horny animals by his
treatment.  She felt no small amount of shame at the fact that she
liked it.

"On your knees, niggers," commanded Sheriff Baxter.  "I ain't had the
pleasure of enjoyin' two sisters at once fo' a dog's age."

Rashanta and Chalissa both kneeled on the floor.  The older negress
could feel her pussy getting wetter.  The idea of being used sexually
along side her younger sister was embarrassing to the extreme.  But it
was also powerfully arousing for her.  She glanced over at the other
girl and tried to imagine what she must be feeling.

"Alright, crawl on over to the couch," he ordered.  "Put your monkey
faces on the floor when you get there and keep those black asses in
the air.  Now move."

The sisters crawled on all fours, like two black dogs.  Rashanta
rested her head face down on the carpet upon reaching the couch.  She
could see Chalissa was doing the same.  She heard the unmistakable
sound of Sheriff Baxter unzipping his trousers.  In a moment she felt
his dick at her pussy hole.  She was so wet, it slipped right in in a
single stroke.  He began slowly pumping in and out of her.

"Yeah, you got that good nigger coochie, girl," he told her.  "Made
for a white man's dick.  Ain't that right?"

"Yes, sir, boss," said the fucked black woman.  "Dat's what my coochie
be fo'."

"How 'bout your sister, girl?" he asked, still humping slowly.  "Think
she got some good coochie for me?"

Rashanta had become somewhat desensitized to describing herself as a
sex object.  In fact, she'd come to find it arousing.  But now he
wanted her to talk about Chalissa that way.  It shamed her to do so,
especially with her right there, kneeling beside her, ass up, face
down.  Still, she knew she had to answer.

"Yes, sir," responded Rashanta.  "She got dat good coochie fo' you,
boss."

"Well, let's just find out," said Earl.

The sheriff pulled out of Rashanta's pussy, leaving her feeling a
little empty.  She didn't expect him to bring her to climax, but
nevertheless, found the sensation of his dick going in and out of her
enjoyable.

Chalissa gasped when the sheriff penetrated her.  Rashanta listened as
he fucked her.  He'd picked up the pace with the younger woman and
wasn't being gentle in the least.  She could hear him slamming into
her little sister and her soft whimpers in response to it.

Just as Chalissa's vocalizations were becoming more urgent sounding,
Earl stopped fucking her.  He stood and sat on the couch, his white
dick glistening with the sisters' pussy juice.  He opened his hairy
legs up.

"You," he said, nudging Chalissa.  "I want to try out your mouth.
Suck my dick.  Like this."

The sheriff made the younger black woman get up onto her knees so she
could bend over and and suck him from the side.  He nudged Rashanta.

"Lick my balls, bitch," he told the older negro.  "Lick 'em good while
your sister sucks my dick.  This's how you use two monkeys at once."

Rashanta pushed her face between Earl's legs and began licking his
hairy balls while Chalissa slurped on his dick.  The smell of his
crotch was strong in her nostrils.  She could feel her sister's
slobber dripping onto her face off his cock.

"Ok, switch off," the white man ordered.  "Hurry it up."

Chalissa got back on all fours and waited for Rashanta to reposition
herself to one side.  The older woman slurped on Earl's cock, which
was wet with her sister's saliva and pussy juice.  She could see the
side of the younger negro's face between the white man's legs as she
lapped eagerly at his balls.

"Ah, this is the life," sighed the sheriff.  "Two niggers is better'n
one, that's for sure."

Earl rested one foot on Chalissa's back and put a hand on the back of
Rashanta's head, forcing his dick deeper into her mouth.  The black
woman gagged, but kept sucking.  For a few minutes all that could be
heard were the wet sounds of the negro sisters mouths on the white
man's dick.

"Oh, yeah..." murmured Earl.  "Get ready for it, girl...  Don't you be
swallowin' it yet, though."

Rashanta felt Sheriff Baxter ejaculate in her mouth.  Several strong
spurts of semen hit her throat.  Not swallowing it was no easy task,
but she did as he instructed.  She lifted her head off his dick,
keeping her lips sealed.

"Ok, nigger," he said looking down at Chalissa.  "Get up here, too."

Chalissa rose to her knees and looked into her older sister's face.
Rashanta was embarrassed for her to see her holding a mouth full of
cum and cast her eyes down.

"You niggers know what snowballin' is?" asked Earl, with a grin.  "You
gonna pass that jizz into little sister's mouth, got it?  Don't want
her missin' out.  Do it."

Rashanta was mortified.  This amounted to much worse than an open
mouth kiss to her own baby sister.  Spitting the sheriff's load into
her mouth was just nasty.  But she knew she had no choice but to
comply.  She looked into Chalissa's face, trying to use her own
expression to show her she didn't want to do it, but had to anyways.

Chalissa glanced at Earl and then looked back towards her sister.  She
opened her mouth.  Rashanta pressed her lips against the younger
woman's lips and used her tongue to push the thick liquid into her
black sister's mouth.  She could feel some of the semen running down
her chin.  She kept her eyes closed as she did it.  She was filled
with shame.

Earl watched the two sisters with satisfaction as they passed his cum
between their mouths, long strands of it hanging off their faces.  He
stood and put his pants back on.

"Alright, swallow it down now," ordered the sheriff, zipping his fly.
"I've got got work to do now, so y'all can go.  You can let yourselves
out."

"Thank you fo' usin' us, boss," Rashanta offered, her face still
burning with shame and dripping with cum.

"Thank you, sir," Chalissa echoed, and started to rise.

"No, girl," whispered Rashanta.  "Stay down."

The slender negress crawled towards the door, her younger sister on
her hands and knees behind her.  She reached for the doorknob when
they got there and opened it.

"Bo!" the sheriff called through the now open door.  "I'm through with
these niggers.  Put 'em away."  He paused, thinking.  "Keep 'em naked
on the way back.  Put 'em in the same cage."

Rashanta was once again humiliated to be treated like an animal.  And
experiencing with Chalissa was even more so.  It must be obvious to
her sister that she'd been taking this treatment for some time now,
and it embarrassed her to realize that.

"You got it, sheriff," said the broad shouldered blonde deputy after
he appeared at the door.

"You an' Rusty had these niggers yet?" asked Earl.

"We ain't done nothin' with 'em," Bo answered.  "You never said we
could."

"Ok," the sheriff replied.  "Well, I'm sayin' now.  You two can have
some fun wit' 'em if you want."

Rashanta was shocked to hear this.  Since she came around and accepted
special treatment Earl had kept her for himself, not counting the time
she spent in the jail annex club.  She surprised herself, though, when
she felt her clit tingling at the prospect of being used by the burly
deputy.  The sheriff had primed her pussy when he stuck his dick in
her earlier, and she hoped that Bo would give her the release she
craved.  Or at least, further stimulation.

"Yes, sir!" responded the deputy, a big grin breaking out on his face.

Bo opened the door wider to let the crawling female prisoners out of
Sheriff Baxter's office.

"Let's go ladies," he said eagerly.  "Time's a wastin'!"

Rashanta was actually looking forward to feeling this white man inside
her.  Her mind boggled at how she actually wanted this treatment now.
In the past she'd doled her favors out carefully, always measuring
what she gave out with what she'd get in return.  Now she just craved
use.  It was hard to accept, but there was no denying her desire and
arousal at the prospect.

"Bo!" called the sheriff.

"Yes, sir?" said the deputy, brought back to earth from the plans he
was already making for the negro sisters.

"Don't you be forgettin' Rusty, son," said Earl.  "He works jus' as
hard as you and he's got some nigger poontang comin', too."

"Damn, sheriff!" he protested.  "I ain't gonna forget him.  He's my
bro!"

"Alright, then," said Sheriff Baxter, "go have your fun.  Make sure
they cleaned up afterwards.  I don't wanna hear no complaints from
Miriam.  And shut the door after yo'self.  I gotta make some calls."

Rashanta's face burned as she listened to this exchange.  The sheriff
was talking to the deputy about using her and her younger sister as if
he was lecturing a teenage son about using the family car!  It made
her feel like a thing, not a woman.  It also had her pussy soaked.

Bo let the naked colored women crawl out past him into the outer
office and shut the sheriff's door.  He walked over to the desk and
picked up the two prison gowns.

"Looks like you won't be needing these," he said.  "Let's get a move
on.  Go ahead and get up on your hind legs.  I've got a nut to bust
and I don't wanna waste time walkin' the dogs when I could be fuckin'
'em instead.  Let's go."

Chalissa and Rashanta got to there feet and brushed the grit from the
floor off their knees and hands.  Bo urged the two colored sisters out
of the office and down the corridor.

"Turn here," ordered the blonde deputy.  "We'll be enjoying you two in
the lounge.  Hurry it up, niggers.  My dick's about to bust on its
own."

They went around the corner and the white man opened a door.  Inside
was a typical break room, furnished with a couple of vinyl upholstered
chairs, a couple of matching couches, and a television set.  On the
other side of the room there was a table with a few chairs around it.
Along the wall near the table was a counter with a sink in it.  A
coffee maker sat on the counter next to the sink.

"Shit," said Bo.  "I thought Rusty'd be here.  Well, I ain't waitin'
around for that chump."

The deputy looked back and forth between the two sisters for a second
or two.  Finally he looked at Chalissa.

"You," he ordered, gesturing towards the couch.  "On your back, bitch,
and spread those legs.  Time for me to get some nigger poontang."

Chalissa lay on the couch as Bo had instructed.  Rashanta watched as
her baby sister opened her legs for the young blonde deputy.  He
removed his uniform trousers and climbed on top her.  The older sister
caught herself getting aroused at the scene unfolding in front of her.
She even felt a little envious that he'd chosen the younger woman over
her and was about to get the white cock she craved.

Rashanta didn't know what else to do other than just stand there while
Bo fucked Chalissa.  He slammed into her again and again.  Her breasts
shook with each stroke and the couch creaked along to the rhythm.  The
older woman listened to the slapping of flesh on flesh and heavy
breathing.  The deputy grunted while little sister whimpered and
moaned.

Just then the lounge door opened and Rusty walked in.  The red headed
deputy took in the scene with a surprised look on his face.  The room
reeked of sex.

"What the fuck?!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah!" cried Bo, ejaculating in Chalissa's vagina.  "Ah!  Ahhh..."

"Am I interruptin', Bo?" asked Rusty sarcastically.

"Nope," replied the blonde deputy.  "Just finishing up.  Damn!  This
bitch has some *fine* poontang, bro.  I tell you what!"

"I bet she does!" Rusty answered.  "Sheriff'll have your ass, buddy.
You know how he is about fuckin' the niggers.  Especially the new
ones."

"Hey, he said we could have 'em before we put 'em back in their
cages," explained Bo, standing and pulling his pants up.  "You weren't
nowhere to be found.  You can fuck that one if you want, bro.  Shit,
you can fuck this one if you don't mind sloppy seconds."

Rashanta's face burned with humiliation hearing the two white men talk
about her and her sister like they weren't there.  Using them like
things.  Fuck toys.

"Well, shit," sighed Rusty.  "I can't fuck nothin' now.  I jus' shot
my wad in Ernestine.  I was so fuckin' horny from these two, I jus'
had to fuck somethin'."

"Ernestine!" exclaimed Bo.  "You gotta be shittin' me!  Than old
nigger hag with the gold tooth?  Damn, bro!  You musta been horny!"

"Hey," objected Rusty.  "It ain't the face you fuck.  It's the fuck
you face.  'Sides, that nigger's got some good poontang.  She damn
near jerked me off with it and then milked me dry!"

"Maybe," the blonde deputy allowed.  "But that nigger's old enough to
be your mama!"

"So what?" the other white man shot back.  "Her pussy works good.  An'
she got that way about her...  You just know she wants it bad and she
knows how to make you want it, too."

"Yeah," agreed Bo.  "But, you coulda had some fresh meat.  These two
ain't been here too long.  The one I fucked just got here!  Both of
'em are a damn site prettier than Ernestine!  You lettin' this good
pussy go to waste, bro.  It's a shame, that's what it is."

"Fresh?" Rusty questioned him.  "You gotta be shittin' me.  Every dude
in the club's had all her holes nine ways to Sunday!  Ain't none o'
these bitches fresh.  They just new faces, that's all.  New faces,
same old pussy."

The slender negro hung her head in shame as the two young white men
went on about her and her sister this way.  Like new toys.  New toys
that weren't so new anymore.  But, she could feel her pussy gushing.

"So, you gonna use 'em or not?"  Bo wanted to know.

"Yeah, I got somethin' for both of them," Rusty replied.  "Get your
black asses into the shower there."

Chalissa got up from the couch, semen dripping down her leg.  Rashanta
could tell she was blushing.  Clearly her sister was as humiliated by
all this as she was.  Big sister went into the shower room, little
sister followed.

"On your knees, bitches," commanded Rusty.  "Hands behind your heads."

The two negresses complied and assumed the position as ordered.
Rashanta was confused.  She wondered if he was going to wash them like
this.

"Open those mouths now," the red haired guard barked as he unzipped
his fly.  "Might as well hose you down before I hose you off."

Rusty took his dick out and pointed it at Chalissa.  He let loose a
strong jet of piss that hit her in the face, splashing the spray into
her hair and on her chest.  He gradually directed it into her open
mouth, causing her to sputter and cough.  He shifted slightly and
pointed the stream so Rashanta took it in the mouth, too.  She closed
her eyes, but they burned anyhow.

The white deputy must have been saving it, because he kept it up for
almost a full minute, switching back and forth between the two
kneeling negroes, soaking them both with his urine.  Rashanta felt
thoroughly degraded and her face burned with shame.

When the stream subsided Rashanta opened her eyes.  Bo was standing
right in front her, dick in hand.  She didn't close them fast enough
and took the full force of his piss on her nose.  It spattered over
her entire face before he moved it down into her mouth.  She couldn't
swallow it all and his urine spilled out and ran off her chin, down
her chest and belly, finally forming a yellow puddle on the floor of
the shower stall.  Instead of switching between her and Chalissa, the
white deputy just pointed lower on the soiled nigger, hosing her
breasts down, and finally her crotch.

"Ah..." sighed Bo.  "That's better.  Look at 'em, Rusty.  Sorry ass
niggers."

"That's what I'm talkin' about," Rusty agreed.  "They ain't no
better'n Ernestine.  I don't give a shit what you say.  Put the water
on and get 'em cleaned up.  I'll put 'em away."

Bo leaned in and turned the faucet.  Ice cold water splashed down on
the two sisters, rinsing the urine off of them and down the drain.

"Get up," ordered Bo.  "There's soap in there.  Use it.  Don't want
you pissy niggers stinkin' the place up."

Rashanta and Chalissa stood and washed themselves.  The older woman
was used to this treatment, but her younger sister seemed a little
stunned by it.  She'd learn, thought big sister.

Rusty brought the sisters back to Rashanta's cell and locked them in.
He dropped their gowns on the floor just out of their reach.

"You niggers don't need no clothes," he told them.  "You don't see
clothes on the apes at the zoo, do you?  I'll be back for y'all when
it's feedin' time."

The red haired guard turned and left the two sisters naked and alone.

"Why do they treat us this way?" asked Chalissa.

"'Cause we're niggers, Lissa," answered Rashanta.  "To them we're just
animals.  Animals to be used.  That's why they like it.  What I don't
understand is why I like it, too."


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Hard Time for Rashanta


Chapter 14 - Show Time


The evening routine never varied.  A supper in the small dining area
in the special treatment block followed by the long walk through the
corridors to the jail annex club.  Tonight was no different.  Miriam
was there at the door to the club area as she was every night.

"All right, girls," instructed the white lady.  "Off with those gowns.
Let's get a move on.  Opening time is fast approaching."

Rashanta, Chalissa, and the other black female inmates removed their
orange prison gowns and piled them near the door back to the cell
block.  Miriam herded the naked negresses to the club.

"Get the place ready," ordered Miriam when they arrived in the main
room.  "Our gentlemen will be arriving soon."

The older white woman gestured to the slender negress and her sister
as the other women went about the business of preparing the club for
opening.

"You two, come here," the white lady commanded as she sat at a table.

Rashanta hurried to Miriam and knelt at her feet.  Chalissa followed
and did the same.  The white lady proffered each black woman a
chocolate which they both ate from her hand.

"Good girls," she cooed.  "You'll be putting on a show for the
gentlemen tonight.  It's been a while since we had two sisters
together here, and, even though you're not twins, I know our guests
would love seeing you two enjoying each other.  You coloreds are so
sexual and seeing you two together would be a pleasure for the
gentlemen."

"Go get a bed from one of the back rooms and put it on the stage for
the show," continued the white lady.  "I'm thinking you'd start off
sitting side by side, kissing and fondling each other.  I want you to
end up with your faces at each other's crotches and just do what comes
natural to you people.  I'm sure I don't have to tell you how to do
it.  Don't forget this is a performance for the pleasure of the
audience after all.  A little embellishment wouldn't be amiss either.
I want you to really get down to business."

Rashanta was flabbergasted.  She couldn't believe that Miriam had the
notion that incestuous lesbian sex was natural for "her people" and
that she expected her to have sex with her own sister in front of room
full of white men.  Men who would sit and drink and laugh, entertained
by her and her baby sister humiliating themselves for their amusement.
She looked over at Chalissa and saw her blushing.

"Run along now!" Miriam said cheerfully.

The slender black woman rose and her sister followed.behind her.  They
went to the first room and picked up the bunk that she'd been strapped
to her first time in the club.  It was heavy and the two naked colored
women strained as they carried it up onto the stage and set it down.
Certainly, all in attendance would see their performance equally well.
There was a good view of the whole room from here.  Being forced to
labor in order to move the instruments of their own debasement only
added to their humiliation.

"Excellent!" exclaimed Miriam.  "That will do nicely.  I understand
the sheriff had you two sharing the same cell today.  That man...  I
would have kept you separate so you'd be hungrier for each other
tonight, but I'm sure you'll do just fine."

The negress was taken aback by the white lady's assumption that she
and her sister would be having sex with each other unless physically
kept apart!  Rashanta felt a hot flash of shame at the idea.  Miriam
thought the two of them were no different than monkeys in the zoo.

"Alright, you two!" Miriam said, clapping her hands.  "No need to hold
back now!  I'm going to open the place up now and I'm sure you'll be
the center of attention."

Miriam smiled before turning and walking towards the front door to let
the waiting gentlemen in.  Rashanta looked at Chalissa, sitting on the
bed on stage next to her.  Her younger sister cast her eyes down, but
there was the hint of a smile on her face.  The slender negress was
nervous and felt her stomach in a knot.  But she couldn't deny the
excitement she felt either.  Long suppressed desires for her baby
sister were coming to the forefront and the white lady's authority had
given her permission to do what she'd been having mixed feelings about
for many years.

"I'm nervous, Shanta," said Chalissa in a little girl voice, looking
her big sister in the eyes.  "I... I fantasized about what it would be
like...  But not like this."

"It's ok, Lissa," Rashanta comforted her.  "We ain't go no choice
anyhow."

The older negro saw her sister in a way she hadn't before.  The
younger woman's dark brown eyes glistened in the lights pointed at the
stage.  Her lips looked so soft and full.  Rashanta leaned closer to
Chalissa, and lightly touched her lips to her sister's.  They were
soft, she thought.  They kissed.  She pressed her lips harder and
kissed her again.

Rashanta put a hand on her sister's naked thigh and gently stroked it
while continuing to kiss her soft thick lips.  Chalissa had closed her
eyes as her sister's hand brushed along her leg and then up over her
belly, finally cupping her breast.  The younger woman moaned quietly
in response to the sensation of her sister's intimate touch and gasped
as she started to gently squeeze it.

Chalissa met her sister's next kiss with her lips parted.  Rashanta
felt the girl's tongue and responded by meeting it with her own.  She
had tuned out the surroundings, the bright lights, the men walking by,
drinks in hand.  Instead, she focussed on the sensations on her mouth,
her sister's full lips.  The feel of her soft warm breast beneath her
hand.  The older sister's breath quickened and she could feel her
pussy growing moist.

Rashanta felt Chalissa's soft hand on her own breasts.  Her touch was
gentle and she could feel her nipples hardening.  The smell of her
musk was unmistakable.  She could tell her baby sister was as aroused
as she was.  She explored the younger woman's mouth with her tongue
and moved her hand back down to her pussy.  Chalissa moaned again and
parted her thighs, giving her big sister access to her sex.

The slender negress could hear unintelligible voices from the
audience, but that didn't distract her.  She began stroking her
sister's pussy and felt the younger woman squirming and then
rhythmicly humping back against her hand.

"I want to taste you, Shanta," whispered Chalissa.  "I want to so
bad."

Oblivious to their surroundings, Rashanta lay on her back on the bed
on the stage and opened her legs.  Chalissa climbed up, straddling
her, her head towards her feet and lowered her face between her big
sister's thighs.

"Yeah!" a voice cried out from the crowd.  "Now they're gettin' down
to it!"

Other whistles and shouts could be heard, but Rashanta just opened her
legs wider and felt her baby sister's breath on her pussy.  She looked
up and could see the younger woman's crotch, labia glistening with
moisture.  The first touch of the girl's tongue to her vagina sent a
wave of pleasure through her entire body.  Chalissa, initially
tentative, began lapping her sister's cunt eagerly.  The older woman
bucked her hips involuntarily.

"Sit on her face, bitch!" ordered an unseen man from the audience.
"You're missin' out!"

Scattered laughter followed.  Chalissa complied, and lowered herself,
pushing her pussy into her big sister's face.  Rashanta began licking
her, up and down the slit.  Flicking her clit with her tongue.  She
was soaked and rocked back and forth.  The older woman felt her orgasm
building and clamped her thighs on her baby sister's head and moaned
into her crotch.

"Mmmff!" she cried, the sound muffled by the younger negro's pussy.
"Mmmff!"

Chalissa kept lapping away at her sister's pussy while Rashanta came
hard.  She could hear the younger woman vocalizing, too, as she
continued to grind her cunt into big sister's face.

Rashanta felt drained as the glow of her climax began to fade.  She
continued her ministrations to Chalissa's pussy, poking her tongue in
the younger woman's vagina.  She could feel her baby sister rocking
faster on her face, her cunt lubricating freely.  The older woman
lapped the juices up and felt her sibling shudder and heard her cry
out.

"Ah!  Ah!  Ah!" cried Chalissa in short bursts as her pussy spasmed.
"Oh, Shanta!  Shanta..."

Gradually Chalissa calmed down and relaxed.  Rashanta stopped licking
and instead kissed her sister's pussy.  It wasn't long before she was
rocking again.  After a few minutes of this she was brought back to
earth by Miriam's voice.

"Alright!" cried the white lady.  "That's enough!  Break it up, you
two!  I declare!  You girls are just like a couple of dogs going at
it!"

Chalissa climbed off her sister.  Rashanta could see the flushed look
on her face as she got up, too.  Clearly she had been getting close
again.

Rashanta looked around the room. Many of the white men seated there
had a naked black woman kneeling in front of them, head bobbing up and
down.  They'd all obviously been enjoying the scene.  It hadn't been
easy for her to perform this intimate act with her sister and it
humiliated her to think of these men using them as if they were
pornographic sex show.

"Willie!" Miriam called out.  "Come here!"

The old black man came out from behind the bar and hurried over to the
white lady.

"There's a new gentleman who'd like to use this one," said Miriam,
indicating Rashanta.  "He prefers she be restrained and gagged.  See
to it, Willie."

"Yes, ma'am, Miz Miriam," said Willie, grinning broadly at the naked
colored woman.  "Right away, ma'am!"

Rashanta shuddered at this development.  She'd never gotten
comfortable with being strapped down and gagged while being used by
one of the club's gentlemen.  She always felt so vulnerable and
helpless that way while some sweaty hard breathing white man used her
body like a living sex doll.  It was degrading to the extreme.  But
what really humiliated her the most was how wet it made her.

The old negro took the naked black woman by the arm and led her to one
of the back rooms.  Once they got there he opened a drawer and pulled
out a bright red ball gag.

"Hold still, sweet thang," said Willie, putting it in Rashanta's mouth
and fastening it tightly behind her head, stretching her lips and
distorting her face.  "Now, don't you look purty!  Them gentlemen
likes bein' alone wit' you niggas sometimes.  Havin' y'all like dis,
it be almost like y'all ain't even here wit' 'em.  Jus' dat sweet
sweet body."

Rashanta just looked at him, her eyes wide, saliva already beginning
to drool from her stretched lips and drip onto her naked breasts.
Willie guided her to the bed.

"Lay down now, girl," the old black man instructed.  "Ol' Willie be
makin' sho' you comfy."

The slender negress lay on the bunk and remained passive as he placed
leather wrist and ankle cuffs on her, securing them to the legs of the
bunk with lengths of rope.  Rashanta was now spread eagle on the bed,
her arms and legs stretched taught.

"Dat ain't gonna do," Willie mused to himself, rummaging through the
drawer.  "Dose legs ain't open wide 'nough."

Willie produced two leather straps and put them around Rashanta's
thighs just above her knees.  He attached ropes to the straps and
pulled them tight through over the metal frame that the mattress
rested on, forcing her legs open wider.  She could feel the strain in
her groin and her pussy lips parting from it.

"Dat's mo' like it!" exclaimed Willie.  "Gots that coochie openin'
right up for dem white men.  Jus' how it should be!"

"Mmmff," said Rashanta.through the gag.

Willie walked out of the room, pausing at the door to take in the
view.

"My, oh, my!" exclaimed the old colored man happily.  "Ain't you a
purty sight, sweet thang!"

Willie turned and left Rashanta alone, tied naked and helpless to the
bed.  She heard the approaching footsteps and turned her head away.
She was too embarrassed by her situation to look anyone in the face.

Rashanta heard the sound of a zipper going down and felt the bed sag
as someone climbed between her legs.  She felt the head of an erect
cock at the entrance to her vagina.  Her pussy was still sopping from
being licked by her sister so the man's dick slid in easily and
deeply.  She gasped as his thick member filled her.

"I've missed you, Shanta," said the man between her legs.  "I've
missed your sweet black pussy."

Rashanta turned her head and was completely shocked to see her silver
haired boss, Mr. Paul Davidson, looking down into her gagged face.
Startled, she struggled against her bonds, but was completely
immobilized.

"Mmmff!  Mmmff!" she cried in an effort to speak.

Her whole body burned with shame at having her employer find her here
this way.  Naked, gagged, and tied spread eagle to the bed.  She was
nothing more than a human fuck doll stripped of all her dignity.

Rashanta's legs were spread wide, she couldn't close them even a
little.  Her was pussy open and available.  Her arms secured over her
head, no way to defend herself.  Her mouth gagged, not that it
mattered that much.  But it added to her powerlessness.

At least at work they maintained the fiction that their relationship
was an office romance as opposed to an arrangement of mutual use.  She
used him to advance her career and he used her to get some pussy on
the side.  But now, all the illusions had been stripped away.  He held
complete control over her and she was totally at his mercy.  She was
nothing more to him than a warm place to put his dick.

"I got a call sayin' you'd been arrested," started Paul, slowly
stroking in and out of the helpless negro's pussy.  "Arrested and
thrown in jail.  Thinking of you locked in some cell turned me on,
too.  Always in control and on top, even when you're on your back.
Not this time..."

Rashanta couldn't believe Paul would do this.  Talking to her
conversationally while using her bound body.  He was virtually raping
her, she was powerless to do anything other than lay there and take
it.  Somehow, being taken this way by one of the many strangers who'd
had her was different than this white man she'd traded favors with the
past couple of years.

"So, Shanta," he said, the exertion audible in his voice, "you like it
like this?  No choice?  No quid pro quo?  Givin' it up because I want
it?"

The colored woman didn't know how to respond to that.  And with the
ball gag stuffed in her mouth, it didn't matter.  She had tried to
convince herself that she had him believing that she was interested in
him and enjoyed his advances and that's why he made sure she got what
she wanted.  But, clearly that hadn't been the case.  To him, it was
an exchange.  Perks for sex.  To him, she was a whore.  The thought
shamed her even further than her helpless condition.

"I got off on watchin' you get it on with your sister," Paul
continued, breathing heavily.  "I didn't know you were a lezzie.  And
with your own sister, too!  Jesus, Shanta!  You *are* a nigger!  Damn,
I love fuckin' you."

Of course he'd seen that, she thought.  She turned her head away
again, unable to face him.  She'd worked so hard to come off as a cool
professional with him.  Now that image was gone forever if it had ever
even been there in the first place.  She was a whore.  A slutty whore
who liked to have lesbian sex with her little sister.  The shame
burned through and through.

"What's the matter?" he asked, picking up the pace.  "Embarrassed?
You?  You're just a nigger who'll spread her legs for a better parkin'
place.  You've got no shame.  Look at me, bitch!"

Rashanta turned her head back and looked up at Paul.  She'd never seen
this look on his face or heard this tone in his voice.  He'd always
been so smooth with her in the past.  Now, that veneer was gone.  He
was absolutely in control and she was utterly helpless.  And they both
knew it.

"That's more like it, you slut," he said huskily.  "You fuckin' whore.
You know you love it like this.  You can't help yourself, can you?"

The slender negress felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over her as
she realized she was unconsciously moving with him, her hips pushing
up to meet each thrust.  He was right.  She did love it like this.
And it shamed her to her core.  But she couldn't deny it and felt her
climax building.

"You're sloppy wet, you fuckin' nigger whore," rasped Paul.  "I can't
believe I wasted so much time treatin' you like a lady when you were
just a slut all along.  I like it this way better.  And so do you,
bitch.  Admit it."

Rashanta squealed into the gag as she felt her orgasm about to
explode.  His words were so degrading to her, but they made her feel
so good.  She didn't understand why but she was way past the point of
analytical thinking.  She was like an animal in heat and was totally
consumed by the physical pleasure of it.

"Yeah," cried Paul.  "Squeal like a pig for me, bitch.  That's what
you are isn't it?  Just a dumb nigger who loves to be used hard.
Aren't you?  Nod your stupid head, you dumb nigger.  Show me you know
it, too!"

The negress nodded her head vigorously, her eyes wide.  She knew it,
alright.  She loved it and didn't care if he knew it.  In fact, she
realized she did want him to know it.

"Mmmff!  Mmmff!" squealed the bound black woman as she came.

Rashanta's pussy was spasming, squeezing his dick.  She jerked against
the restraints.

"Here it comes, bitch!" cried Paul.  "Take it, you fuckin' whore!
Take it all!"

The colored woman felt him ejaculate in her vagina.  Strong hot spurts
shot deep inside her as her pussy continued its contractions.  She'd
always made him wear a condom in the past so she'd never felt his
sperm hitting the inside of her cunt.  That sensation set off a second
orgasm.  She'd never felt anything so strong before.  She felt as if
she was part of him, belonged to him.  She was completely overwhelmed
by the feeling and completely lost in it.

"Oh, fuck!" Paul exclaimed.  "Fuck!  You're such a slut!  Such a
fuckin' nigger!  Fuck..."

The silver haired man collapsed on top of the bound negro.  She could
feel that he was soaked in sweat, just as she was.  He breathed
heavily in her ear.  She just lay there, immobilized by her
restraints, her chest heaving.  They remained that way for a few
minutes, she could feel him shrink inside her.

Finally, Paul stood up.  Rashanta's pussy made wet sounds as he
withdrew.  He looked down on her and stepped up to where he was
standing right next to her head.  He grabbed a handful of hair and
used it to wipe off his glistening cock.  He went to the door and
opened it slightly.

"Send the sister in here," he ordered.  "My dick needs cleaning."

Rashanta watched as Chalissa entered the room.  Her younger sister
took a quick glance in her direction before kneeling before the white
man.  She took his cock in her mouth, sucking her big sister's slime
off of it.  Finished, she kissed the head and looked up at him.

Paul dressed and left the room.  Chalissa stood and looked down at her
big sister, legs spread wide, pussy hole gaping, thick white liquid
leaking out and pooling up under her on the sheet.  Rashanta knew how
she must appear to the girl, but at this moment she didn't care.

Miriam poked her head into the room and looked at Rashanta laying on
the bed.  She looked at Chalissa and snapped her fingers to get the
girl's attention.  The white lady then pointed back over at the bound
negro.

"Go clean that mess up, girl," ordered Miriam.  "And get all that goo
off the sheets."

Chalissa climbed onto the bed between Rashanta's legs and began
lapping up the cum from her big sister's pussy.  Her labia were
swollen and she could feel the heat still there as she poked her
tongue into her hole and sucked the white man's semen out.  Rashanta
just closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of her baby sister's
tongue in her cunt.

"Enough of that!" scolded Miriam, smiling.  "You'll have plenty of
time for that later back in your cage!  There's other gentlemen
waiting for her and you, too, girl.  Let's go now."

 * * *

By the time Rashanta emerged from the back room on wobbly legs, Paul
was nowhere to be seen.  The club was pretty much empty and Miriam
gathered the naked black female inmates together and herded them back
to the door to the cell block.  Frankie, the night guard waited for
them as they put their gowns back on.

Back in their cells Rashanta and Chalissa lay on their bunks in the
dark.  Nothing was said for a few minutes.

"That musta been a shock to see Mr. Davidson on top of you!" said
Chalissa.  "Gawd!  I can't imagine what it must have been like for him
to see you like that."

"Yeah," agreed Rashanta.  "It was somethin' else, alright.  That's fo'
sho'."

Rashanta drifted off to sleep with images of Paul looking down at her,
using her, and taking possession of her.  Her pussy still throbbed and
the memory of him had her wet again.


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Hard Time for Rashanta


Chapter 15 - Early Release


It was after breakfast when Bo came onto the cell block.  He opened
Rashanta's cell and then Chalissa's.

"Sheriff's office," he stated.  "Now."

The two black women followed as white deputy led them through the
corridor to the sheriff's office.

"Get those rags off," ordered Bo.  "Sheriff's got guests an' he wants
you niggers presentable."

The deputy knocked on the door.

"Sheriff?" he called.  "I got them nigger girls here.  You wanna see
'em now?"

"Bo, is you askin' me if'n I wanna see a couple naked nigger girls?"
replied Earl.  "Let 'em on in!  An' stick around out there."

The blonde haired deputy opened the door to the inner office and waved
the black prisoners inside.  Sheriff Baxter sat at his desk.  Rashanta
was surprised to see her boss, Paul Davidson, sitting on the couch.
She stood with her sister in the middle of the room as the door closed
behind them.

"Display position," commanded the sheriff.  "Show the man you knows
how to be good niggers."

The naked prisoners placed their hands behind their heads and stood
with their feet wide apart and their chests out.  Rashanta had done
this every time she'd reported to the sheriff.  But, somehow with her
boss sitting there watching as she was ordered around this way, it was
even more humiliating.

She realized that he'd used her helpless body the previous night.  But
then, she'd been completely immobilized and had no choice in the
matter.  Now, she obeyed with only the force of the sheriff's will to
compel her.  She felt humbled.

"Go ahead, Mr. Davidson," said the sheriff.  "Check 'em out.  Feel
free to poke and prod.  We been takin' good care of 'em here.  They
sure are a fine pair of niggers."

Paul stood and slowly walked around the displaying black women.
Rashanta's face burned with shame, but she stayed in position as
ordered.  She kept her eyes looking forward, but still watched him
inspecting her and Chalissa's naked bodies.  They were like pieces of
merchandise being evaluated for purchase, not women.

Rashanta felt Paul's hand on her back and shuddered.  She heard
Chalissa gasp, too.  He must have his other hand on her sister, she
thought.  She could feel the dampness growing between her legs as his
hand moved down her back and caressed her ass, pausing to squeeze each
cheek.

Paul came back into Rashanta's view when he stood in front of
Chalissa.  She could see his hands on her in her peripheral vision.
He fondled her baby sister's breasts, squeezing them, kneading them.
His hand went down between the younger woman's legs and she gasped
again.

"The younger one came around easy," the sheriff informed Paul.  "That
other one...  I ain't seen a uppity nigger in here like that before."

The silver haired man stepped in front Rashanta and looked her up and
down.

"Oh, I'm not surprised to hear you say that, Earl," said Paul.
"Shanta's as uppity as they come, believe me.  She always acted so
high and mighty.  I think she thought it made her seem like more of a
professional career woman.  But the way she'd use her body to get
ahead...  Well, I knew she was a nigger whore from early on.  Snooty,
sure.  But still a whore."

Rashanta blushed and cast her eyes down.  How humiliating it was to
realize now that she hadn't fooled him at all.  He was happy to just
use her and go along with the persona she tried to project.  And now
he stood in front of her, looking her in the face, and called her a
whore as though she wasn't even there.  Her face burned and she felt a
lump in the back of her throat.

"She coulda fooled me," said Sheriff Baxter.  "I gave her the chance
for easy time here when she first came into this very office.  I
figured a pretty colored girl like her'd jump at the chance to spend
the time on her back instead of diggin' ditches.  Y'all coulda knocked
me over with a feather when she threw it back in my face."

The slender negress felt shamed on more than one front.  Shamed by the
idea that the sheriff assumed she was a whore.  But also shamed by her
own disrespectful behavior to him.  She was so confused, her head was
swimming.

"Yeah, she's good at that act," agreed Paul.  "But that's all it is.
Just an act.  She's a nigger through and through."

"She came around pretty quick, though," continued Earl.  "Didn't take
too many days in the hot sun and nights at the mercy of some o' the
white girls we got in this place 'fore she was back in here crawlin'
on her belly for a another chance at special treatment.  Course me
bein' an old softy, I gave in.  I guess I jus' can't say no to a
pretty colored girl.  'Specially when she's offerin' up that
poontang."

"There is that," Paul responded as he continued to drink in Rashanta's
naked form.  "This girl's got a fine coochie on her and she sure as
hell knows how to use it.  Sweet mouth, too.  Never could get her to
do anal, though.  But, I bet her asshole's sweet, too."

"Judge White tells me her asshole's mighty fine," Earl informed him.
"Nice and tight.  Most o' the niggers in here been takin' it up the
ass so much they barely squeal when you stick 'em there.  Not this
one!  Poor ol' Harry could barely keep from shootin' his load off
after one stroke, she was so tight!"

Paul laughed at hearing that.  Rashanta blushed harder and felt a
trickle of sweat roll off her forehead.  She still couldn't bring
herself to look up.

"So, you've been holdin' out on me, eh?" smiled the silver haired man.
"Keepin' that asshole from me?  Well, I have a feelin' that's gonna
change now."

Paul reached down between Rashanta's legs, the nude colored woman
reflexively parted her thighs further to give him better access to her
sex.  The white man looked up into her face and smiled warmly as he
touched her pussy.

"My, my..." he said, looking her right in the eyes.  "You *have*
changed, haven't you?  You used to resist.  Maybe part of the act, I
don't know.  But now you make yourself available...  I like it.  Good
girl."

Rashanta still looked straight ahead, blushing profusely.  Somewhere
inside of her, Paul's praise gave her pleasure she hadn't felt before.
Her legs trembled as he stroked her pussy.  The pleasure from his
touch was more overt.

"You're wet, Shanta," Paul said softly.  "I can't say I recall you
bein' so responsive before.  And last night...  For the first time
your reaction seemed genuine.  I'd always made an effort to be
considerate with you in the past.  But last night I just used you for
my own pleasure.  I didn't care whether you liked it or not.  I just
wanted to take that pussy without you givin' it to me.  And you
fuckin' loved it.  You black slut.  You fuckin' nigger."

Rashanta whimpered at hearing his words and closed her eyes.  Her legs
felt weak.  Everything Paul said was true and she knew it.  She also
knew her pussy was sopping wet and she noticed she was bucking her
hips, humping his hand.

"So, all the time, this is what you really needed," continued Paul.
"You just needed to be taken and treated like the nigger slut you
really are.  I never would've guessed.  Well, I know now."

Paul leaned down and moved his hand further back.  Rashanta felt his
finger on her anus and squatted slightly to get the pressure of his
wrist on her needy pussy.  She whimpered again.

"You're gonna be givin' up this hole to me, aren't you, Shanta?" he
asked insistently.

Rashanta's eyes opened wide and she gasped as his finger pushed into
her ass.

"Answer me, bitch!" commanded the silver haired white man.

"Yes, sir," rasped Rashanta.  "It's yours, sir."

"Alright, then," he smiled again, withdrawing his hand.  "I'll be
takin' you up on that real soon."

Rashanta whimpered again, this time with disappointment that he'd
stopped his ministrations.

"Ah, you do like it, don't you?" Paul remarked.  "You want your
coochie stroked, nigger?  Beg for it."

"Please, sir," Rashanta pleased pitifully.  "Please don't stop, sir.
I's beggin' you..."

Paul stepped back and put his hands on his hips to look at her.
Rashanta fought back the urge to drop to her knees in front of him
contrary to the order to remain in the display position..  She could
feel her juices running down the inside of her legs.  How could this
be happening?  This was the same man who'd been inside her so many
times in the past.  But never had she felt so aroused by him and this
time he'd barely touched her.  What was so different?

"So, you *are* a nigger," Paul grinned with satisfaction.  "Aren't
you, bitch?"

"Yes, sir," whimpered Rashanta urgently, her hips bucking in the air.

"Say it, whore!" Paul commanded.  "Tell me what you are!"

"I's a nigger, sir," Rashanta admitted.  "I's a dumb slutty nigger,
sir.  Jus' like you say.  I's yo' nigga.  Yo' bitch nigga.  Please,
sir.  I need it, sir.  Touch my coochie some more.  Yo' coochie.  Yo'
coochie needs yo' touch, sir."

"On your knees, nigger," ordered the white man huskily.

Rashanta got down on her knees and looked back up at Paul, her hands
still clasped behind her head.  The plaintive look on her face was
sincere.  She desperately wanted him to take her and own her.

"Put your face on the floor," Paul demanded.  "Show me you know your
place."

The kneeling negress took her hands down and bent forward.  She rested
her face on the carpet at the white man's feet.  Pussy juice ran down
her leg and her musk was heavy in the air.  She felt like an animal in
heat, a slave to her desires.  But, she also felt right in her place.
Humble before the silver haired man was where she knew she belonged.

"Tell me again," commanded Paul, placing his foot on the back of her
head.

"I's yo' nigga, sir," came her muffled response, her face pushed into
the carpet.  "Dat's all, boss.  Jus' yo' nigga."

All this time the sheriff had been transfixed by the display in front
of him.  He couldn't believe this was the same uppity black woman he'd
first met a couple of weeks earlier.  Chalissa, too, was incredulous.
The black woman stood and watched her big sister grovel on the floor
out of the corner of her eye.

Paul removed his foot from Rashanta's head and stepped back.  He
walked to the couch and sat down.

"Come here, nigger," he called.  "Now."

Rashanta thought about walking over to him on hands and knees, but
quickly thought better of it.  She was possessed by the feelings of
the moment and lowered herself onto the floor.  She desperately wanted
to demonstrate to Paul that she knew her place and reveled at being in
it.

The naked negress crawled on her belly to where the white man sat.
The grit in the carpet scraped on her breasts and thighs.  She rose to
her hands and knees when she got there, waiting now for further
instructions.  She knew she'd do whatever he wanted.

"Suck my dick, nigger," ordered Paul flatly.

"Yes, sir!" responded Rashanta.

The black woman got up on her knees and reached for the man's belt.
She unfastened it and unzipped his pants.  He rose slightly so she
could pull his slacks down and release his erect cock.  The tip
glistened with pre cum.  Quickly she took it into her mouth and
started bobbing her head on it.  She looked up into his face, wanting
to see his approval.

Paul looked into her dark brown eyes and smiled.  Rashanta felt a warm
wave of pleasure wash over her.  She slurped noisily and moved her
head up and down in an effort to get him off.  Her jaw ached and her
neck was getting tired, but it didn't matter to her.  The only thing
that counted in her mind was his pleasure and his approval.  She'd
already forgotten about how wet she'd been at his touch and how
desperately she wanted him to continue stroking her pussy.  Now all
that mattered was his pleasure.

"Mmmm...  Ah..." sighed the white man as he released in the negress's
mouth.  "Oh, fuck...  Yeah..."

Jet after jet of hot semen hit the back of Rashanta's throat and she
eagerly swallowed it down.  She realized she was actually grateful for
his cum as evidence of his being pleased by her actions.  Again, she
felt a wave of pleasure.  Not pleasure from sexual stimulation, but
pleasure at having served her master well.  She knew she was his now.
Completely.

"Good girl," murmured Paul as the last spasms subsided.  "Good
nigger."

"Thank you, sir," Rashanta replied sincerely.  "Thank you fo' usin'
yo' nigga.  I's grateful I be pleasin' you."

Rashanta heard loud slurping noises behind her and she glanced back to
see the sheriff standing in front of the kneeling form of her baby
sister.  Chalissa's face was at Earl's crotch and his hand was on the
back of her head.  Clearly, the scene had been too much for the white
man and he was taking his relief in the younger negress's mouth.

"Uh... Uh...  Ahhh..." the sheriff verbalized, ejaculating in the
naked negro's mouth.  "Damn..."

Chalissa wasn't as good at swallowing as her big sister and ended up
with the sheriff's semen dripping out of her mouth and onto her
breasts.

Paul stood and pulled his pants back up.  Earl did the same.  The used
sisters remained on their knees awaiting further instructions.

"Alright, you two, get up and back into position" ordered the sheriff.
"Time to get down to business."

Rashanta and Chalissa both got to their feet and returned to the
display position in front of the sheriff's desk.

"It seems Mr. Davidson has arranged to pay fines for you girls and
you'll both be released into his custody," Earl continued.  "I have
your release papers right here."

Rashanta was taken aback by this development.  She knew there were
still at least two weeks on her sentence left and about the same for
Chalissa.  Mr. Davidson had essentially purchased their freedom and in
a sense owned them both.  The slender negress turned towards her
benefactor, her hands still behind her head.  Her baby sister followed
suit.

"I... I...," stammered Rashanta, "I don't know what to say,
Mr. Davidson.  Thank you."

"Yes, thank you, sir!" agreed Chalissa happily.

"Bo!" called Sheriff Baxter.  "Get in here!"

The door opened and the blonde guard stepped into the room.

"Get these niggers back in their street clothes, son," instructed the
sheriff.  "They're leaving."

"You bet, sheriff," said Bo.  "Let's go, girls."

Bo turned and went out the door, Rashanta and Chalissa followed.  They
retrieved their gowns and put them on while the deputy waited.  The
slender negress felt an excitement building inside her.  She was
minutes away from leaving this place and it didn't seem real yet.

They arrived at the examination room where their clothing was returned
to them.  Rashanta felt strange wearing the outfit she'd been arrested
in.  It seemed a lifetime earlier when she'd last worn her skirt and
blouse.  It certainly felt odd to be wearing a bra and panties again.

Bo buzzed them through the last door and the two sisters stepped out
into the sun.  Paul stood next to a car remarkably like the one
Rashanta had been accused of stealing.

"Y'all come back now, hear?" said Bo as the door closed.

Paul got into the car.  Rashanta sat next to him and Chalissa climbed
in the back.  He started the motor and pulled out of the parking lot.
The jail building receded into the distance.  The women were lost in
thought, the white man drove on in silence.

It wasn't long before they reached the interstate and were speeding
towards the airport.  Rashanta was puzzled when Paul pulled off into a
wooded rest stop and turned off then engine.

"Get those panties off, girl," Paul told her.  "I don't wanna wait any
longer.  Do it."

The old Rashanta would have objected, or at least put him off with
promises of carnal delights later if he'd wait.  She knew that he had
in mind to use her here and now in the seclusion of the trees and
picnic tables in the rest stop.  The old Rashanta would never have
gone along with something so embarrassing.

"Yes, sir," said Rashanta, reaching under her skirt and removing the
undergarment.

Paul opened the car door and got out.  Rashanta did so as well.

"Over there," he indicated an area surrounded by bushes.  "Let's go."

Rashanta followed Paul to where there was a picnic table hidden from
the parking area by thick brush.

"Strip," he ordered plainly.

The slender negress didn't even look around.  Fixing her eyes on the
silver haired man she quickly removed her clothing and stood naked
next to the picnic table.  She could feel her pussy throbbing again,
though it hadn't yet calmed down from the events in the sheriff's
office.

"Let's see that display position, girl," Paul continued.  "I found it
very attractive."

Rashanta smiled and stood tall with her legs open and her hands behind
her head.  She felt like an animal, naked here in the woods, the
traffic whizzing by a hundred yards away.  She was free to do it
because it wasn't her choice.  She was simply obeying instructions.

"Very nice!" said Paul approvingly.  "Very nice indeed.  Now bend
over.  I've waited way too long to enjoy that ass."

"Yes sir," said Rashanta, turning and presenting her backside to the
white man as she bent over, resting her upper body on the picnic
table.

The naked black woman heard the silver haired man unzip his fly and
was surprised when she felt his dick at the entrance to her vagina.
She was still well lubricated from before and his thick cock slid in
easily.  In spite of his age, she remembered his size and recuperative
powers being remarkable.  She also remembered how she considered that
an inconvenience in the past.  Now, she was grateful for it.

Paul stroked slowly in and out of Rashanta's pussy.  Her breasts
swayed with each thrust.  The sounds of passing cars and trucks were
so close, but her fear of discovery was zero.  Her only interest now
was in pleasing her benefactor.

"I'm just gettin' my dick wet, girl," said Paul.  "Then it's goin'
right up your black ass."

"Yes, sir," Rashanta replied.  "I's yo' nigga, boss.  You kin use me
how you like."

"I'm glad to hear you say that, Shanta," said the older white man.
"Jail seems to have agreed with you.  Now I'm gonna fuck you in the
ass."

Rashanta felt him withdraw and instantly his erection was between her
cheeks.  Even covered in her juices, his dick was thick and she knew
it was going to hurt.  But, she was determined to take it for him
without complaint.

The slender negress valiantly suppressed crying out in pain when she
felt his cock penetrate her asshole and quickly fill her.  She wanted
him to enjoy himself without being distracted.  He grunted as he
shoved his entire length inside her.

"How do you like that, bitch?" Paul asked, breathing heavily.  "Does
it hurt?"

"Yes, sir," whimpered Rashanta.  "It be hurtin' me.  I wants to take
it for you.  Use my hole.  It's yo' hole, sir.  Fuck yo' nigga, boss."

"Fuck!" the silver haired man cried out.  "Oh, fuck!"

Paul came suddenly and Rashanta felt the spurts of semen in her ass.
There'd been no warning and the black woman was surprised it had
happened so quickly, especially considering he'd just gotten off less
than an hour earlier.

"Oh, sir!" she exclaimed.  "You cummin' in yo' nigga!  Thank you,
boss.  You be honorin' dis nigga wit' yo' cum in her ass."

"Damn..." sighed Paul.  "Fuck, that was good, Shanta.  You always did
know how to get me off quick.  This dumb nigger thing is the hottest,
girl.  Fuck!"

Rashanta remained bent over with the white man's dick up her ass until
he softened and withdrew.  She turned to face him.

"I *is* a dumb nigga, boss," she said softly, her eyes downcast.
"An', I's yo' dumb nigga.  I's glad I be pleasin' fo' you, sir."

"Oh, I'm pleased, alright, girl," said Paul warmly.  "Very pleased."

"Thank you, sir," Rashanta said sincerely.

The black woman dropped to her knees and looked up at him.

"Kin I clean yo' cock off, sir?" she asked sweetly.

"Yeah," he replied.

Rashanta took Paul's dick in her hand and leaned forward, taking it
into her mouth and sucking gently on it.  It was nasty, but she didn't
care.  She only wanted to serve and please the white man.  When she
finished with it, she kissed the tip and leaned back and looked up at
him.

"Thank you, sir," she said humbly, casting her eyes down again.
"Thank you fo' usin' dis nigga an' lettin' her clean yo' dick.  I be
honored."

"You're welcome, girl," he told her, still slightly incredulous at her
demeanor.  "Go ahead and get dressed now and go back to the car.  I'll
be right there after I take a leak."

Rashanta looked back up at him.

"Use me, sir," she asked.  "Use dis nigga's mouth to do yo' bidness."

Paul was surprised at her display of servitude and devotion and was
speechless.

"Please, sir?" Rashanta begged.

The negress leaned forward again and took his soft dick in her mouth
and waited.  In a few seconds she was rewarded with a flow of warm
urine that filled her mouth.  She managed to swallow it all without
spilling and kissed the tip of his cock when he was finished.

"Thank you, sir," said Rashanta, bending over and resting her head on
the ground at his feet.  "I is yo' nigga, boss.  I means it."

Paul stood there looking down at the naked groveling negro woman.  The
sound of a truck pulling into the rest stop broke the moment.

"Get up, Shanta," he said at last.  "Get dressed and go rinse your
mouth out.  We've got a plane to catch."

"Yes, sir," she said, scrambling to her feet.

Rashanta put her clothes back on and followed behind Paul.  She
stopped by a drinking fountain on the way back to where they were
parked.  She climbed into the car and saw Chalissa smiling at her from
the back seat.  The slender black woman picked her panties up off the
floor of the car and started putting them back on.

"You won't be needin' those, girl," Paul corrected her.

"Yes, sir," said Rashanta, her pussy tingling.  "I be keepin' my cat
bare fo' you, boss."

"You want mine off, too, sir?" Chalissa asked from the back seat.

"Yeah," replied the white man.  "Take 'em off.  You never know when I
might get the urge to stick my dick in you, too.  I want you ready for
it."

Paul started the car and they were off.  Rashanta pushed her panties
under the seat.  The airport was only a few more miles.

 * * *

Rashanta felt a thrill going through security at the terminal gate.
She felt vulnerable and exposed knowing her pussy was bare under her
skirt.  A close inspection would certainly reveal that fact.  Oddly,
she didn't dread discovery or even feel embarrassed.  What she felt
was pure sexual excitement.  She looked over at Chalissa and saw her
little sister blush in response.  Very likely, the younger woman was
as aroused as she was, she thought.

The slender negress could feel the dampness between her legs as they
walked across the tarmac.  They went up the steps into the commuter
plane that would take them to the hub where the connecting flight was.
Near the top of the stairs Rashanta felt Paul's hand up her skirt and
she instinctively paused and parted her thighs further, to give him
access.  He only left it there for a moment, but his touch had her
pussy gushing.

Shortly after taking their seats, the plane was taxiing down the
runway.  Soon they were in the air, leaving it all behind them.  The
jail.  The sheriff.  The deputies.  The judge and the lawyers.  And
all the prisoners.  Now all that seemed like a dream.  But sometimes
dreams can change a person.

Rashanta realized she'd been a fool with the conniving and scheming
she'd done in the past.  What she was experiencing now was better than
anything a fancy car or corner office could give her.  Soon she'd be
back at home and back at work, but it would never be the same again.
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