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Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of my
imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual
events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental.

This story is guaranteed to be morally offensive.  It contains
racism, bigotry, racial slurs and words, black humiliation and
degradation.

I mean this story contains HEAVY racism and bigotry that is in
your face.

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or if I hate Black people in general.  Because I am not a racist
nor do I hate Black people.

Now, this story is fantasy... ALL fantasy... it is NOT real life.
 Tasheka and I made this story up.  The idea for this story came
from Tasheka herself.

Racism and bigotry mixed with a sex story is not a topic that I
had considered writing about.  Tasheka, who is a real
African-American female urged me to write a story like this. 
Tasheka edited this story for language and minor changes.

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Tasheka 3 Friday

Morning:
Tasha lay in bed staring at the ceiling.  How could her `ordered'
life change so much and so fast?  The nasty thing Abbie had her
do in the bathroom yesterday?  The Snyder twins and their case
and the way the other female attorney's treated her at the
office.  Tasha moved her left hand down to her crotch and inched
her fingers under the elastic band of her panties.  She was wet
just thinking about the Snyder twins and even more wet thinking
about what Abbie did.

Tasha heard her brother and sister laughing and talking as they
bounded down the stairs.  She quickly pulled her fingers from her
crotch.  Jack and Diane, the fifteen year old twins their life so
perfect.  Nobody bothered them.  A quick thought crossed her
mind, `What would it be like to be considered White like her
brother and sister?'  They had no care in the world.  They had
lots of friends and moved easily about the Valley.  Tasha put her
fingers on her crotch again and started an ever so gently
circular motion over her clit.  She stretched her body her ran
her right hand over her breasts.

`Oh the shame and humiliation,' Tasha thought.  `How come being
degraded turns me on so much?' She squirmed on the bed moving her
legs up and down on the sheets.

There was a knock at the door.  "Tasha honey, come on, you'll be
late for work."  That was her mother.  Ann Roberts, the only
Black history professor at `Post-Diversity University'.  Her mom
was a very smart person.  She knew how to move through White
Society.  She worked hard at her job and reaped the awards of her
labor.  Like this nice big house in Suburban Bikini Bottom, a
luxury fusion car, a big backyard.

Her momma was right about being late.  Tasha pulled the covers
back and got out of bed.  Last night she had done some quick
research on what Black girls wore in the last century.  What
Black girls wore to night clubs that made them look like whores
and sluts; Abbie had ordered her to wear slutty looking clothes
to the office.  So Tasha had gone through her closet trying to
match what she had read on the internet.

Tasha went to her bathroom and brushed her teeth, took a quick
shower and applied her make-up.  She combed her hair in a style a
White woman would do, straight down to her shoulders and parted
over on the right side.  She had beautiful shoulder length hair
that was silky to the touch.

Tasha had chosen a red, green and yellow one piece strapless
dress that came to mid-thigh.   She purchased the dress a couple
of years ago.  The information she read had said that it sends a
sexy vibe to Black males when a Black whore wears a short tight
dress.  She was ashamed when she read that.  What were the Black
girls in the last century thinking?

The description went on to say, `Young Nigger girls should
remember their ancestors from the dark continent when selecting
clothes for a night club.  The color of a Black whores dress is
important.  Use vibrant colors and stand out from the other young
whores.  Nigger girls should go for dresses with a bit of shimmer
or sheen and frilly patterns which are acceptable for a night
club.  Dresses with lengths of sixty to seventy percent with
fifty percent being considered the waist of a Nigger girl's body
length as defined from her under arm to the top of her knees
should wear cuts that flatter her body.  If the Nigger girl is
heavy in the bottom half, she should choose an empire waist cut
to show her slimmer waist and mask her larger half.  This goes
the same for large-breasted Nigger girls."
Tasha didn't have a problem with a `heavy bottom half' but she
was big breasted.  Tasha was twenty-three, slim, some would say
petite and had a 38DD breasts.

The internet description went on, "Nigger girls with right curves
at all right places should wear fabrics that conform their
contours.  Good options are satin, polyester and rayon.  A sexy
pair of heels is a must for the club.  Choose a nice pair of
black or gold five inch heels that show off your shapely legs. 
Considering your make-up, smoky eyes and lush lashes are
sufficient.  If you are planning to be heavy on the eyes, reduce
the red lip color to a gloss or if you you are in cock sucking
mode you will want to coat your lips in a dark, smashing red,
spare the eye shadow."

Tasha didn't think that she would be in a `cock sucking mode'
during work so she decided to go heavy on the eyes.

The description continued, "A Nigger girl going to the club
should give her body a shine by dusting body glitter on strategic
parts of her body such as her cleavage and collarbone.  She
should also clip small and sparkly barrettes in her hair.  The
Nigger girl can complete her look with subtle accessories such as
a necklace and large dangle earrings."

Tasha got dressed in her brightly colored one piece strapless
dress that would qualify as sixty five percent.  She put on two
large ear rings and a pink pearl necklace.  Just them a knock
came at the door.

"Tasha? honey?" Her mother knocked at the bedroom door.  "Come on
you'll be late for work.  I'll drive you."

"Don't worry momma," replied Tasha.  "I'm going to take the bus
to work."
Tasheka standing on the other side of the door said, "Ok then.  I
made you lunch and left it on the counter.  Have a good day
work."

"Thanks momma."

Tasha didn't want her mom seeing her dressed as a Black whore for
work.  It would raise more questions than she had answers for.

Tasha looked at herself in the mirror.  Her pussy tingled and her
heart rate went up.  Why did she feel this way?  Did she really
like being degraded?  Tasha brushed off the questions.  There is
no way a self respecting Black woman would allow herself to be
degraded.  Her momma was a respectable Black woman and she would
never allow herself to be degraded.  The problem was if Tasha
considered herself a respectable Black woman.

She heard the garage door open and her mother pulling out of the
garage.  Now it was safe to walk to the bus stop.

Tasha left the house with her large purse.  She put her lunch in
the purse, zipped it up and walked out the door.  Little White
kids with brightly colored backpacks were walking to the school
bus stop as Tasha walked down the sidewalk.

"Hi Miss Black." Some of the youngsters said as she past them.

"Morning kids," Tasha smiled.  For some reason she felt good
wearing the colorful one piece strapless dress.  She noticed the
kids staring at her legs and smiling at her.
Just then a car pulled up alongside Tasha.  The fusion cars were
very quiet so Tasha didn't hear it pull up beside her.

Mandy pushed a button and the window rolled down.  "Hey Tasha,
get in."

Tasha looked over and saw her boss Mandy White.  She and her
sister Abbie White owned the law firm where she worked.

"Hi Mandy," Tasha frowned when she saw Mandy.  The memories of
yesterday came flooding over her.

"Come on, get in," Mandy urged.

"Ah, no thanks, I think I'll take the bus," Tasha replied as she
stood up straight and started walking.

"Come on, Tasha, don't be a pain the ass," Mandy said as the car
kept pace with Tasha.

"I'm not being a pain in the ass, Mandy.  I just don't think it
is right after what happened yesterday." Tasha said looking over
her shoulder.

Mandy stopped her car and got out.  "I'm sorry for yesterday."

Tasha stopped walking and faced Mandy, "Are you? A little support
yesterday would have been good.  I felt so violated and degraded
in front of the office."

"I tried to talk to Abbie but she wouldn't listen to me.  She
Black people should be kept as... as..."

"Black people should kept as what?  As play things like what the
Snyder twins consider me?"

"No, I was going to say `animals'."

"That Black people should be kept as animals?  What the hell? 
Where does Abbie come up with this stuff?"

Mandy ignored the question, "We, I mean, me, would really like
you to stay on at the firm after the Snyder twins case is
completed."

"Is that what Abbie wants?" Tasha said with an angry look.

"No, Tasha, it's what I want.  You're a damn fine attorney."

"Be that as it may Mandy, I don't think Abbie will let me
practice law at the firm or anywhere else for that matter after
the Snyder twins are finished."

"You can work directly with me, Tasha, come how `bout it?
"I don't know Mandy.  I'll think about it," Tasha said as she
turned away.

"Don't make me beg, Tasha.  I really need you."

But Tasha didn't hear Mandy as she quickly walked down to the bus
stop.  Mandy drummed her fingers on the top of her car and
grimaced as Tasha walked away.  She shook her head and got back
in the car.

Tasha got to the bus stop and stood in line.  A woman and a young
girl of six or seven were holding hands.  A teenage boy and girl
were kissing.  A couple male office workers were talking to each
other.  They all ignored Tasha.

The county bus pulled up and everybody shuffled their way onto
the bus.  Tasha stopped at the entrance of the bus as she looked
at the bus driver.  The woman was wearing a pink blouse that was
too small and a short white skirt with black three inch pumps. 
Tasha stood there looking at the driver when the driver said,
"You getting on or not honey?"

Tasha nodded her head and put a dollar coin in the money slot. 
As she walked down the aisle of the bus she got stares from the
different people.  Sitting in the last row were several boys who
nudged each other as Tasha walked down the aisle.

One of them yelled out, "How much for a fuck?" and the other boys
laughed.  Another boy yelled out, "the night clubs aren't open
yet!" and the boys laughed again. "Working hours for whores are
over!" chimed in the third.

Tasha ignored them.  She looked around for a seat but the bus was
full but one.  She sat down next to a little White girl.  A
teenage boy of thirteen or fourteen and a woman were sitting in
front of her.  The boy leaned over and whispered to the woman who
looked out the window and shrugged her shoulders, "No" was all
she said.

The boy smiled and said, "Ah, come on."

"No, stop bothering me!" the woman whispered harshly.

The boy looked around with a desperate look on his face.  He
whispered to the woman again but Tasha could her him.

"Ok, twenty dollars then."

The woman whispered back, "Stop it, please, I'm a married woman!"
She had look of embarrassment on her face.

One of the business men that got on the bus with Tasha was
sitting in the seat in front of the boy.  He looked around at the
woman.  Tasha felt uncomfortable for the woman and embarrassed
for her when the man looked around and sized the woman up.  She
had seen this type of behavior before on the bus but never so
blatantly.

The teenage boy took a twenty out of his wallet and a waved it at
the woman.  "Please ma'am, it's been several days and I'm in
desperate need."

The woman looked at the twenty the boy the waving in front of
her.  She quickly looked around to see if anybody was looking and
snatched the twenty out of the boy's hand.  She leaned to her
right and put her head in the boys lap.  After about minute Tasha
noticed the woman's head going up and down.  She looked away.

The little White girl sitting beside Tasha looked at her and
asked, "Does that bother you Miss?"

Tasha looked at the girl and replied, "How old are you?"

"I'm eight.  How old are you?"

Tasha responded a little too harshly, "That's none of your
business."

Tasha noticed the woman and little girl who were holding hands at
the stop were sitting three rows up.  The woman was leaned over
in her seat kissing the girl.  To Tasha it looked like the woman
and the girl were French kissing.  The little girl was giggling
between breaths of air.  The woman seemed to be attacking the
little girl's mouth with her tongue.

Tasha's mind wondered back to her years in high school.  Tasha
took pride in modeling herself on her mother, or at least how her
mother presented herself to Tasha.  Tasha thought she was both
emulating her mother at her best, and following her explicit
expectations and overall maternal advice, as well as
self-consciously countering the White perception of a slutty,
promiscuous Nigger girl.  Tasha was openly committed to virginity
and abstinence in Middle school and High school.  As a teenager
with white girlfriends she joined the Christian teen group at the
White Redeemer church promoting abstinence, self-esteem, 'our
bodies are our temples' stuff.  Not everybody in Cherish Valley
was into public sex and nobody was frowned up who didn't
participate in sexual activities.

LaTasha also took pride in never giving her mother a reason to
worry throughout her adolescence about about boys and sex or even
getting into arguments with her mother about skimpy, scanty,
revealing clothing which seemed to be all the rage of teen girls
and boys.  LaTasha was the classic "good girl" student-athlete,
excelling at both academics and athletics.

Tasha's commitment to abstinence and celibacy carried into and
through college and law school, including telling her mother she
was telling guys she dated that she would not have sex, including
oral sex, until marriage, not even being engaged, which she was
once in college.  She had always wondered if that was why her
boyfriend in High School, Debony, was out trying to have sex with
White women and had gotten caught.  Maybe if she had consented to
sex with him that he would not have strayed and his life might
have been different.  Tasha smiled to herself, she had seen him
naked once and it was the size of his cock that scared her.

The little White girl sitting next to her said, "You look pretty
Miss.  I like your colorful dress." The girl put her hand on
Tasha's knee.

"Thank you," Tasha replied as she pushed the girl's hand away and
tried to pull her hem a little to cover her thighs.

The boy in front of them put his hand on the back of the woman's
head controlling the woman's up and down movement.

The White girl said, "I think he likes the woman's mouth on his
penis, don't you?"

Tasha turned red in embarrassment as she girl looked at her
expectantly for an answer.  "Um, yes, I think the boy is enjoying
it," stammered Tasha as she quickly looked away.

Just then the boy gripped the woman's hair and held her head in
place.  He let out moan then an "Ah fuck!"

"He's shooting his white stuff in her mouth," the girl whispered
a little loudly.

Tasha didn't respond but wondered how a girl so young knew so
much about sex.  The girl leaned forward and looked over the
seat.  A smile broke out on her face as she watched the boy pump
his cock into the woman's mouth.

"That is so cool!" the girl whispered to Tasha as she sat back. 
"The white stuff is coming out the sides of her mouth!"

Tasha gulped and looked away.  She noticed the little girl and
woman three rows up still kissing.  The girl had her hand inside
the woman's bra.  It looked like she was squeezing the woman's
nipple.  The woman was smiling as she kissed the little girl and
the girl was giggling and laughing each time the woman thrust her
tongue into the girl's mouth.

The woman in front of them sat up in her seat wiping her mouth
with the back of her hand.  The boy adjusted his pants.  The
woman turned her head and looked at Tasha.  She smiled weakly and
looked out the window again.

The boy leaned over to the woman smiling, "Thanks Miss! That was
awesome!"

The bus stopped at the next stop.  The woman and the boy got off
the bus along with half the others.  Other kids and adults got
on.

As the woman and boy departed the bus the little girl asked, "I
think that woman is a whore, don't you?"

"Um, no, I don't think she is," replied Tasha as she fidgeted
with her fingers.

The girl turned and looked at Tasha, "Are you a whore?" she asked
as she looked Tasha up and down then put her hand on Tasha's
thigh again.

"No, I'm an attorney." Tasha replied as she pushed the girl's
hand away again.

"Oh, you sure look like a whore the way you are dressed." The
girl put her hand on Tasha's thigh again.

"Well, I'm not.  So mind your own business," Tasha replied as she
pushed the girl's hand away again.  She felt a little oozing of
wetness between her thighs.  Tasha thought to herself, "What was
it about embarrassing questions that turned her on?"

The girl was still looking at Tasha, "Are you a Nigger?"

"Stop asking so many questions.  Aren't you supposed to be in
school or something?"

"No, so are you a Nigger or not?" the girl asked again smiling at
Tasha as she put her hand a little higher on Tasha's thigh. 
Tasha thought she should admonish the girl for asking a question
like that but it was an innocent question even if the girl did
use the "N" word in public.

"No, I am Black woman and stop touching me," Tasha said as she
returned the girl's gaze and pushed the girl's hand away again. 
"People say Black and not Nigger."

"My mom said that Black's and Nigger's are the same."

Tasha turned red and looked away from the girl.  Her pussy was
damp and her nipples were suddenly hard.  Was this little white
girl degrading her?

"I think you're a Nigger," the girl smiled.  "Miss Lively my
teacher says that niggers and chimps are the same.  Are you a
chimp, Miss?"

Tasha had enough of this line of questioning.  "That's not a nice
thing to ask a stranger.  Nig, er, Blacks are not chimps so your
teacher is wrong," Tasha admonished the little girl then she
looked away.  She so much wanted to rub herself, just a little
rub, not enough to make her cum.

"Miss Lively is never wrong, she's a teacher.  So is it true
then?"

"Is what true?" Tasha replied wishing the girl would just shut
up.

The white girl smiled at Tasha, "Are you a Nigger or a chimp?"

"I said I'm a Black woman," Tasha replied a little too strongly.


"I think you're a nigger, a chimp and a whore," the White girl
giggled with her hand to her mouth.

Tasha looked at the girl with a hurt expression, "You're only
eight years old how can you say such a thing to me?" Tasha asked
as she looked around the bus for another empty seat.  Her pussy
was wet now and her adrenaline was pumping.

In the seat across the aisle sat a man and woman.  The man had a
smile on his face as the woman was giving him a hand job.  In the
back row the boys were laughing and talking.  All the seats were
taken on the bus.

The girl reached into her backpack that was on floor in front of
her and took out a ten dollar bill.  She looked at Tasha and bit
her lip.  Tasha was looking around and didn't notice the girl
holding a ten dollar bill.  The eight year old put her hand on
Tasha's thigh.

Tasha quickly moved her thigh away from the girl's hand as she
looked at the girl.

The little white girl had a huge smile on her face as she waved
the ten dollars at Tasha.
"What are you doing?" Tasha whispered in anger.  She hoped nobody
else was noticing what was going on between the her and girl.

"You're a whore so I'm offering ten dollars to play with you,"
the girl replied like her feelings were hurt.

"I'm not whore.  How many times do I have to tell you that?"

"But you're dressed as a whore!" protested the girl.

Tasha pushed away the girl's hand.  One more stop and she could
get away from this little girl.  Her pussy was wet now.  Her
nipples threatened to pop out of the dress material and her heart
rate had gone up.  The thought quickly passed Tasha's mind if she
was leaving a wet spot on the seat because her pussy was very
wet.

"Come Miss, I've never played with a nigger chimp," smiled the
girl as she offered the ten dollars again.

Tasha pushed the girls hand away again and looked away, "Stop it
please! Your embarrassing yourself."

"I won't hurt you Miss, I'll be nice," giggled the eight year old
still holding the ten dollar bill in front of Tasha.  "My
teacher, Miss Lively says that niggers used to sell themselves
for sex.  She said that niggers made lots of money.  Don't you
want to make lots of money?"

Tasha had a look of desperation on her face like the woman in the
seat in front of her earlier.  "No, mind your own business.  And
I'm not a nigger, I'm a black woman," Tasha replied as she tried
to scoot further away from the girl.

"Be a nice nigger whore and take the ten dollars," urged the girl
with a little pouting look on her face.  "Please Miss."

"Stop, please stop calling me that," Tasha almost whined to the
little girl.  She clutched the hem of her dress and fidgeted with
her fingers.  Tasha didn't know what to do.  The other people
sitting around her were looking at her now.

The bus pulled up to the stop.  Tasha quickly got out of her seat
and didn't look back.  The law firm was a block away.  As Tasha
crossed the street she heard more whistling from the men who
walked by.  The law firm was located in the town of Climax, a
small city really.  Climax was the county seat, it was where the
courthouse was located and most law firms and of course the Board
of Elders that ran Cherish Valley.

Tasha got on the elevator.   She put her left hand under her one
piece dress and slowly rubbed her panties.  Just then the
elevator stopped and the door opened.  Tasha quickly straightened
her dress and stood straight up.  She walked out of the elevator.

Tasha hesitated before opening the front door of the office. 
Inside was Sandy sitting at her desk and three other women, Andi
and Linda, her tormentors from yesterday and Tina an intern from
the Law School.  They were smiling at Tasha.

As Tasha opened the door and walked in she noticed the employee
directory behind Sandy.  The employee directory had each
attorney's name and picture plus what office or cubicle number
they when in.  Tasha's name had been moved to the bottom of the
directory and instead of her picture there was a picture of a
monkey.  The picture of the monkey looked familiar to Tasha.  It
wasn't a chimp or an orangutan but a type of monkey she had seen
in text book before.  Her office location was listed as "End
Toilet Stall in Woman's Restroom".

Tasha burned with shame as she walked by the four women.  They
all burst out laughing.  Tasha stomped down the hallway to the
restroom and slammed the door as she walked in.  There on the
floor were her three diplomas and her picture with dried poop on
it.  She shrugged her shoulders as she walked into the end stall
and locked the door.  She sat down on the toilet seat and cried.


Just then the bathroom door opened.  Tasha stopped crying and
wiped the tears from her eyes.  She heard the click of heels
across the floor.  Whoever it was stopped walking.  Tasha pulled
her knees to her chest held her breath.  The person was probably
looking at her diplomas on the floor.  Then the person walked
forward again their heels clicking on the tile and opened the
stall door next to her.  Tasha heard the stall door lock and the
woman pulling her dress or skirt up and sit on the toilet seat. 
Tasha was trying to be as quiet as possible when she heard the
plop, plop of poop dropping into the toilet bowl.  The she heard
the splash of pee.

Tasha winkled her nose as the smell from the stall invaded her
space.  She heard the roll of the toilet paper roll, a couple of
scraping sounds on flesh and then the woman stood.  Tasha heard
the woman straightening her skirt or dress, the stall door unlock
and the woman walk out, her heels clicking on the floor to the
sink.  Tasha realized that the woman didn't flush the toilet. 
The smell was still strong.  The person washed their hands and
pulled off a couple of paper towels.  She could hear the person
dry their hands and the click of heels again as the person left
the restroom.
Tasha sat there for what seemed forever wondering what to do when
the door opened again.

"Mandy wants you to clean up the poop on the floor," it was
Sandy.  "Also hang your diplomas in your stall." Tasha heard
something drop on the floor.  "When you're done she wants to see
you." Sandy paused.  "Oh, also flush the toilet from the last
person unless of course you like the smell." Sandy laughed as she
shut the door.

Tasha did as she was told.  She gently scrapped the dried poop
from her graduation picture and the diplomas.   Sandy had dropped
scotch tape on the floor.  Tasha carefully taped the picture and
diplomas on the toilet stall door.

Tasha straightened herself up, took a deep breath and opened the
restroom door.  As she walked out the women sitting at the
cubicles stared at her.  Tasha held her head high as she walked
down the hallway to Mandy's office.

Mandy's secretary was Paula Simmons a forty year old married
woman with two teenage boys.  Her husband worked for the Valley
commissioners.  Tasha had never really got along with Paula. 
Several times Tasha had asked Paula to type briefs for her and
Paula replied that she didn't work for Tasha.

"Hi Paula," smiled Tasha as she walked up.  "I am here to see
Mandy."

Paula didn't say anything nor did she acknowledge Tasha.  Tasha
shrugged her shoulders and walked over to the couch and sat down.


Paula looked up from her desk.  She stared at Tasha over the rim
of her glasses and said, "Nobody said you could sit."

"I beg your pardon?" Tasha replied with surprise.

"You heard me," Paula stared at Tasha then she pointed at the
wall.

Tasha looked over at the wall.  There was a piece of paper taped
to the wall, it said, "All Monkey's Stand Here Facing the Wall".
Tasha was shocked.  Anger boiled up then her face turned red with
embarrassment.

Paula drummed her fingers on her desk as she waited for Tasha to
do something.  Tasha looked at Paula and back at the wall.  She
wanted to scream, to lash out at something or someone.  She
balled her fists.  Tasha relaxed her hands and looked down at her
lap then nodded her head.  She slowly got up and walked over to
the wall.

"Does Mandy know about this?" Tasha asked as she walked towards
the wall.

Paula laughed, "Shit! She's the one who put it there!"

`How could Mandy do something like this?' Tasha asked herself as
she stood facing the wall.  She stood facing the wall to the
right of the paper.

"Stand in front of the sign Tasha," Paula ordered.

Tasha shuffled to the right a little.  Now she was staring at the
sign.

"You look really pretty in your slut dress, Tasha," Paula smiled.
 "Long slim legs like yours probably turn all the black heads,"
she laughed at her joke.  "Your tits look like their nice and
perky.  I bet you tease all the nigger boys."

Tasha shrugged her shoulders and fidgeted her fingers at her
sides but she didn't say anything.

Paula went on, "Put your nose to the wall Tashie."

Tasha shuffled closer to the wall.  She had tears in her eyes. 
Not only was this degrading but she hated the name Tashie.  Paula
got up from her desk and walked over to Tasha.

Paula stood behind Tasha and put her hands on Tasha's waist and
moved her hips against Tasha's rear end.  Then Paula ran her
fingers over Tasha's ears playing with the large dangle earrings.
 "Nice little nigger girl earrings you found Tasha.  Abbie will
be pleased."

Tasha tried to move her head away from Paula's probing fingers.

"The office is going to be so much better now that you know your
place." Paula whispered into Tasha's ear.

"What do you mean?" Tasha had a feeling that she wouldn't like
the answer.

"You scare the other women in the office, Tashie.  They're afraid
of you and your success."

Tasha turned her head slightly and replied, "I never hurt
anybody.  Nobody in this office had anything to be afraid of from
me."

"Oh, but your wrong.  You're an uppity nigger whore and that
scares the hell out of the other women, Tashie."

"I tried to be nothing but an attorney earning my way like
everybody else." Tasha countered.

"No, Tasha, you didn't earn your way, it was given to you, your
education, your law training, everything.  White society allowed
you earn everything."

Tasha was confused as she stared back at the wall.  She didn't
remember anybody telling her as she grew up that White society
was doing this for her.  She and her mother had talked about it
several times but she thought her mother was crazy for spouting
off such ideas.  Tasha worked hard for what she earned.

"I see the confusion on your face Tasha, doesn't make sense does
it?" Paula asked as she ran her hands up and down the Tasha's
body.  "There was a time when White society felt sorry for
niggers so we allowed you to get an education, get real jobs, to
integrate yourselves into White society."

Tasha felt mixed emotions of anger and excitement.  Anger at what
she was being told and excitement as Paula ran her hands around
her body.

Just then Mandy came over the speaker on phone on Paula's desk. 
"Send Tasha in please Paula."

Paula stepped away from Tasha, "You and I aren't finished,
nigger.  Now go!"

Tasha walked away from the wall and towards Mandy's office door.
She opened the door and walked in.

"Come in, Tasha, please and take a seat," smiled Mandy as she sat
behind her desk.  "I forgot to mention this morning that I like
your dress.  The way you're dressed."

"Thanks." Tasha replied as she tried to pull down her dress a
little further over her thighs.  "Why put the sign out front,
Mandy? I mean if you want me to work here that is not very
welcoming is it."

Mandy frowned, "I was Abbie's idea.  She had me put the sign up."

Tasha stared at Mandy wondering if she should believe her or not.

Mandy pushed a manila envelope across her desk to Tasha.  "Take
this to the courthouse and have them filed."

`Isn't this a job for an intern?"

"Normally it would be but all of our interns are busy right now.
They have more important things to do."

Tasha leaned forward and took the envelope.  The implication was
that Tasha didn't have anything of importance to do.

"So have you decided what you're going to do after the Snyder
case is finished?" Mandy asked nervously.

"Not yet."

Mandy smiled at Tasha with a nervous look, "Well, I think I speak
for the whole office in saying that we really want you to stay
on."

"You could have fooled me, Mandy."

"I know this last week has been hard on you..."

"You have no idea how hard this has been on me.  So don't give me
that crap," Tasha said harshly.

"This has been all Abbie's doing, Tasha, not me.  So I want to
make it up to you."

"What do you mean?"

"We, I mean the office, want to buy you," Mandy said fidgeting
with her fingers.

"What?"

"If you won't work here of your own free will, we want to buy you
for five thousand dollars to work here." Mandy felt a wave of
relief come over her after she said that.  "People are starting
to rent nig... er Blacks, Tasha," Mandy said looking at her desk.
 She didn't have the heart to stare at her best attorney.

"Go on, Mandy, say it, white people are being encouraged to rent
niggers."

Mandy looked up at Tasha, "Yes Tasha, white people want to rent
niggers.  It's what Cherish Valley wants.  Niggers make money and
we get satisfied."

"By satisfied you mean sexually satisfied?" Tasha looked at her
boss.

"Yes."

"But you want to buy me instead?"

Mandy looked up at Tasha and smiled, "Yes, as I said the whole
office wants you here and if you don't want to work here of your
own free will then we are offering to purchase you so that you do
work here."

Tasha cleared her throat and leaned forward in her seat a little.
 "How much would the office be willing to buy me for again?"

"Five thousand dollars for a two year contract renewable every
year thereafter."

Tasha did some quick financial calculations in her mind.  If she
quit the law firm after the Snyder case her prospects looked grim
for getting a job, a real job where she could use her education.

"What would I get if I stayed of my own free will?"

Mandy leaned back in her chair looking at Tasha.  "Well, um, your
pay would be the reduced amount that Abbie set yesterday and you
would get all the shit jobs that nobody else wants to do."

 "Would I get my office back in either case?" Tasha asked
hopefully.

"No, there would be, ah, other office accommodations if we buy
you."

"This would only be during the week during regular office hours?"

"Yes."

"Let me think about it Mandy" Tasha said as she got up.

As Tasha headed for the door Mandy asked, "Tasha what is your
height and weight?"

Without thinking Tasha replied, "five eight and a hundred and
thirty-five pounds."

As Tasha walked past Paula, the secretary giggled, "Make sure
those are filed properly nigger and hurry back."

Tasha ignored Paula.  She walked down the hallway while the other
female attorneys stared at her.  Tasha walked past a group of
interns sitting in the break area laughing and talking not doing
anything important.  They stopped and looked at Tasha as she
past.  Out in the office area some attorney's whistled as she
walked by their cubicle others laughed.  Tasha felt so
humiliated.  She got her purse from the toilet stall and walked
past Sandy at the front door.  Tasha paused for a moment staring
at her name and the picture of the monkey underneath it.

"Looks just like you.  Doesn't it?" Sandy laughed as she applied
nail polish to her fingers.

Tasha gave her a dirty look and walked out the door.  When she
got on the elevator she quickly put her hand under her dress and
rubbed her pussy.  Her panties were soaked.  As she rubbed
herself she thought maybe inwardly she really liked being
degraded and humiliated in front of white people.

As Tasha walked out the front door of the building she heard more
catcalls from men standing outside.  Things like, "Hey baby how
much?" Even some teenagers got into whistling at her as she
crossed the street.

Tasha walked into the courthouse and down the hallway to the
clerk of the court to file the papers.  When she got to the
window the clerk said, "Wow, this is a first.  The great LaTasha
Black herself filing papers that a lowly intern would take do."

Tasha smiled weakly and looked around.  The bailiffs were out
trolling the hallways for people to sit on juries.  She didn't
have time to sit on a jury today so she hoped the bailiffs would
stay away from her.

"To what do I owe this honor and privilege?" smiled the clerk as
she looked at Tasha over the rim of her glasses.

"Just stamp the papers please."  Tasha couldn't remember the
woman's name probably because she had never personally filed
court papers before.

The clerk stamped the papers and gave Tasha a receipt.  She
smiled at Tasha, "Judge Kwanza would like to see you in her
office."

"Huh? How did she know that I would be coming over here today?"

"She called a couple of minutes ago.  I believe she called your
office first and they said you were on your way over here."

"Oh, thanks."

Tasha walked back down the hallway and up the stairs.

Ebony Kwanza was one of the first black jurists to become a judge
in Cherish Valley.  Ebony wore her hair like other white women,
either straight down or curly.  She was forty years old with a
petite figure which made her a very pretty black woman to look
at.  Judge Kwanza had two girls, one nine years old and the other
seven years old.  Ebony wasn't married so her life revolved her
daughters and the court.

Tasha walked into Judge Kwanza's chambers.  The young black girl
sitting behind the desk was the receptionist.  Timone was
nineteen years old.  Tasha was shocked when she saw the girl. 
Timone was wearing a very low cut white lace dress that pushed
her breasts up exposing way more cleavage than was necessary. 
Her hair was done with two pink ribbons.  Tasha had never been in
Judge Kwanza's chambers before but she didn't think that Ebony
would put up with such revealing and suggestive clothing.

"Hi dare, Miz Black.  Judge Kwanza set to have yous comes right
in whens yous gets here," smiled the teenager.

Tasha was shocked at the girl's language.  Didn't she know how to
speak proper English?

Tasha walked to the office door, opened it and walked in.

Judge Kwanza had a very large office with mahogany walls and
inlaid book shelves.  Tasha was taken aback when she saw two very
large cages with a larger cage between the two.  Inside each cage
were metal horizontal bars supported by ropes.  The larger cage
between the two had ropes hanging down.

Ebony was sitting at her desk.  "Hi LaTasha how are yous?" smiled
the Judge.

Tasha shook her head to get the sight out of her mind but it was
still there.

`Um, hi, Judge, you wanted to see me?" Tasha trailed off as she
looked about the room.

Ebony got up from her desk and walked around.  She wasn't wearing
a bra, her blouse was partially undone and below her waist she
was wearing panties.  Tasha was shocked.

"Don't be so trouble honey.  Dis the way the White folk like it,"
she smiled.

Tasha stammered, "Why, why are you talking like that?"

"Talkin black talk? Likes eyes said honey, White folk like dat. 
Makes `em feel all superior an such." Ebony said waving her hand
like it was nothing special.

"Why are you dressed that way?" Tasha took a step back as she
waved her hand up and down at Ebony.

"Again honey, dem White folk feels all comfort when nigga's
degrade dem selves like dis."

Tasha looked beyond the Judge to a picture hanging behind her
desk.

"What kind of monkey is that?" Tasha said pointing at the large
picture.  "I saw one at the law firm this morning but I just
couldn't quite place it."

Ebony looked over her shoulder at the picture and replied, "Dat
iz a Bonobo Monkey, one of the smartest monkey's around," she
said with pride.

"Bonobo monkey?"

"Yes, Tasha.  Eyes surprised yous hadn't heard.  White scientists
`scovered years ago dat Bonobo monkeys are da common ancestor of
nigga's.  We Blacks share ninety-seven percent of our genetics
with the Bonobo.   It iz believed dat White folk didn't come from
da Dark Continent but from divine intervention."

Tasha shook her head and sat down on the sofa.  When she was in
high school she read on article on Bonobo's and Blacks and the
comparison between each but she thought it was fake science.

She remembered one study analyzed and recorded sounds made by
Black babies and Bonobo's babies when they were tickled.   It
found although the Bonobo's laugh was a higher frequency, the
laugh followed a similar spectrographic pattern to Black babies.

"All diz a little much to takes in huh?" smiled Ebony.

Tasha just nodded her head.  "What's happening? I mean what's
happening that my world is turning upside down?"

"It be da natural order of things Tasha.  Da way things should
be." Ebony put her hand on Tasha's shoulder looking down on her.

"What do you mean?"

"Years ago in da last century White folk took pity on da nigga's.
 So dey allowed dem nigga's to get educated and get real jobs. 
Dem over da years nigga's got to uppity for dare own good and now
things are going back to da olt ways."

"This is too much for me to handle, Judge" Tasha said as she put
her head in her hands.

"There, there girl, don't cry.  Eyes even heard tell dat dare was
a Black President of dis country at one time.  Eyes don't believe
it `cause eyes think dat White folk just trying to make us
nigga's feel more happy `bout dem selves."

"I read that too in a history book in Middle school.  I believed
it then but now I'm not so sure.  How could White folk allow a
Black person to be President?"

"Eyes surely don't know honey.  Musta have some thun to do wit
voting.  Whatever dat was."

Tasha nodded her head looked up at the Judge.

"So tells me `bout dat law firm," smiled the Judge as she sat
down next to Tasha.

"I'm treated as a nigger and a whore and I don't like!" Tasha
said with tears in her eyes.

"When diz all start?"

"Mandy White asked me to accept a case earlier in the week."

"What case was dat?" the judge leaned in closer.

"The Snyder twins."

"Oh my da rape case," Ebony smiled.

"You know about it?"
"Dem Snyder twins iz some bad girls, honey.  Dat White woman, the
bankers wife, she deserved what she got."

"Well, ever since then things have gone downhill.  I am treated
as a nigger and not an equal anymore and Abbie White moved my
office into the toilet stall."  Tasha was on the verge of tears.

"Yous think to highly of yous self honey.  Yous never be equal
wit da White folk.  What yous don't realize Tasha iz dat White
folk consider us nigga's like animals."

"How can you say such a thing?" Tasha sobbed.

"It be easy girl," chuckled Ebony.  "Blacks have been and always
will be considered animals by White folk of Cherish Valley.  Da
question yous ask yous self is yous gonna make it hard on yours
self by not playing along wit White folk or makes it easy on yous
self by being whats White folk consider yous to be."

"You mean consider myself an animal?" Tasha replied with a look
of disbelief.

"Yes, honey, a black animal."

"It's hard to accept that Judge." Tasha kept sobbing.

"I knows honey.  So what else has happened?"

Tasha wiped tears from her eyes, "Um, well, after the Snyder case
is finished I will be out of a job."

"Cause you ain't playing by da rules of behavior?" Ebony sat back
on the sofa.

"Yes, something like that."

"Did Abbie White offer yous anything?"

"Well yes, they want to buy me for five thousand dollars to keep
working there." Tasha looked at the Judge.

"Take it honey.  Yous won't find a better offer `round the
Valley," Ebony replied as she stood up.

Just then the side door to Ebony's office open and in ran two
little black girls followed by the receptionist Timone, a black
man in his twenties and two pre-teen black boys.

"Hi momma!" both girls said as they bounded up to their mom.

"Hi girls," smiled Ebony.

Tasha smiled as both girls hugged their mom.

"Girls diz iz Miz LaTasha Black," Ebony said.

"Hi Miss Black!" both girls said.

"Dis iz my daughter Abony she nine and Bannee iz seven."

"Hi girls" smiled Tasha.

"Timone yous knows," smiled Ebony as she waved to the teen. 
"This be Jamal an his two sons, Keylon ten years olt and Nieko
twelve years olt."

Tasha stood up.  "Hi, I'm LaTasha Black," she said as she shook
Jamal's hand and nodded to the two boys.

"Ok, girls, it be almost show time time, let's git ready." Ebony
said as she walked over to her desk.

"Aw mom, do we have too?" asked Abony as she pouted.

"Yes girls.  Mrs. Brown's second grade class paid o lot of money
for diz." Ebony admonished her daughter.

Both girls giggled, "Ohhh, kay."

They started taking their clothes off.  Abony threw hers on the
seat next to Tasha.  Bannee threw hers in the corner.  Jamal and
his two sons took their clothes off and tossed them behind the
Judges desk.  Tasha stared at Timone as the teen undressed.  She
felt wetness between legs as she stared at the girl's perfect
breasts and close cropped pubic hair.  The teenager didn't seem
to be bothered by undressing in front of the boys or Jamal.

Ebony walked over to the credenza that was in the corner and
opened the drawer.  She took out black hoods and handed them to
her naked little girls and tossed three to Jamal and one to
Timone.

"Come on Judge Kwanza, yous too!" twelve year old Keylon smiled
as he scratched his pubic hair.

"We's gotta make dis good y'all" Jamal chuckled.

"Alright, alright!" Ebony giggled as she unbuttoned the rest of
her blouse.

Tasha sat there in stun silence as she watched as Ebony's two
nude little girls walk towards the cage carrying their black
hoods and then watched the Judge take her blouse and panties off.


Timone, Jamal and the boys were standing by the cage door.  Tasha
looked at Jamal and his boys.  Their cocks were long and thick
and they weren't even rigid.  Tasha blushed when Jamal caught her
looking between his legs.

"What the hell is going Judge?" Tasha asked breaking her gaze
from Jamal and his boys.

Ebony stepped out of her panties, "Mrs. Brown's second grade
class paid us to put on a Bonobo monkey show.  Recently
elementary school classes pay to come here to feed us and learn
about Bonobo monkeys."

"I still don't understand," Tasha said watching as Abony and
Bannee put the hood on their heads.  Bannee tightened the back of
the hood for her sister and then she tightened the hood for
Bannee.  Timone pulled the hood over head and Jamal secured the
Velcro strap.  Then Nieko and Keylon pulled on their hoods and
Jamal tightened the Velcro.  Jamal pulled his over and reaching
behind his head deftly tightened the Velcro.

Before the group climbed into the cage they turned around and
faced Tasha.

"Jesus Christ!" exclaimed Tasha as she took in both girls.  The
form fitting black hood made the group look like Bonobo monkeys
with two ears, in laid eyes, a flat nose, and a mouth that opened
when the girls opened their mouths.  The hair on the hoods looked
real also.  Tasha had to shake her head to make sure she was
seeing what she was seeing.  It was a surreal sight before Tasha.
 Jamal's cock was now standing straight up and Nieko's and
Keylon's cocks were poking straight out.  Abony and Bannee
giggled as they looked at the cocks.

When both girls giggled it sounded like a monkey screech.  Abony
turned and climbed into the cage followed by Bannee, Nieko,
Keylon, Timone and Jamal.

Tasha gulped hard as she turned and looked at the Judge.

"Sit back and watch if yous want or comes joins me an da others."
 Ebony reached into the credenza and pulled out one more hood and
tossed it to Tasha.

Ebony smiled at Tasha as she put her black hood over her head and
reached around and tightened the Velcro straps.  The Judge stared
at Tasha.  Two large black ears, a flat nose and wide mouth
stared at Tasha.  It seemed the Judge was transformed before her
eyes.

Abony, Bannee, the two boys and Timone used their hands and feet
to climb up the side of the cage as the Judge climbed in.  Jamal
climbed in behind the kids and perched himself on the lower bar
his long thick dangling in front of him.  Abony and Bannee
squatted down on a horizontal bar, their thighs spread slightly
apart.  Tasha could see both girls were wet between their legs. 
Tasha tried not to rub her panties as she looked at the bald
crotches of the youngsters.  Timone and the two boys swung their
way to the other cage and perched themselves on a horizontal bar,
Nieko on one side of Timone and Keylon on the other.

Both girls screeched like monkeys as their mother squatted down
on the lower horizontal bar.  Ebony used both her hands to
squeeze and pull her nipples she too screeched like a monkey in
response to the girls.  Jamal screeched as he rubbed his cock up
and down.  Timone and the two boys screeched as Timone was
rubbing the cocks of both boys.  Everybody stared at Tasha.

Tasha couldn't believe what she was seeing.  Her adrenaline and
heart were pumping hard.  She wanted to masturbate herself there,
relieve the itching between her legs.

The door to the office opened and a young white girl ushered in a
group of seven year old second graders and their teacher Mrs.
Brown.  Each student was carrying a brown bag.  The girl closed
the door as she left the room.  Mrs. Brown was wearing her hair
in a ponytail.  She had on a white blouse that had one button
buttoned and the blouse tied in a knot under her breasts.  Her
mid-riff was exposed.  She was also wearing a plaid green and
black school girl skirt with white knee socks and black and white
saddle shoes.

Tasha got up from the sofa and walked to the back of the room.

"Hey, didn't we pay for this nigger too?" asked a boy as he
stepped over to the sofa.

"Sorry, I'm just an observer," Tasha replied as she stepped back.

"She doesn't even talk like a nigger," A girl said.

"The nigger is holding a hood.  Probably thinks she's too good
for this," said another girl.

A boy asked Tasha, "Are you too good for us, nigger?"

"No, I mean, I don't know," Tasha replied in sudden confusion as
she fidgeted with the hood.

The boy snickered, "The nigger doesn't know if she's too good for
us!"

"She is dressed like a whore though," a girl near the door
pointed out.

"Are you whore or slut?" a boy walked up to her.

"I'm an attorney," Tasha shot back as she backed up some more.

"Oooohhh!" the group of second graders replied.

Mrs. Brown looked at Tasha.  She opened her purse, poked around
and pulled out two ten dollar bills and waved them at Tasha.

"Twenty dollars to join the others," Mrs. Brown smiled.

Tasha looked at the money and then the cage.  Everybody in the
cage screeched and bobbed their heads up and down.

"Um, no thanks I should really be going!" Tasha replied.

The group in the cage screeched louder.  The kids laughed looking
back and forth between the cage and Tasha.

Mrs. Brown walked over to Tasha and stood in front of her.  She
had an angry look on her face as she hissed, "Look nigger, I will
pay twenty-five dollars for you to get in that cage and act like
a Bonobo.  This is an important educational lesson for these
White kids."

Tasha looked at Mrs. Brown and then over the woman's shoulder at
the cage.  Abony and Bannee were stroking themselves, the Judge
was pulling and pinching her nipples, Jamal had both hands on his
cock as he stroked it back and forth, and Timone was still
jerking the two boys.  Three little White girls caught her
attention.  They had pouting looks on their faces.  The other
kids had a look of excitement.

Tasha nodded her head and snatched the money out of Mrs. Brown's
hand.  The kids yelled and clapped and the group in cage jumped
and down screeching.  She walked to the corner and timidly took
off her clothes.  The second graders and Mrs. Brown were watching
her intently.  Inwardly Tasha was excited, her heart pumped
faster, her adrenaline was going and most importantly her pussy
was very wet.  Outwardly she was embarrassed and humiliated for
agreeing to act like Bonobo.  What would her mother think of her
degrading herself like this?

Tasha walked nude thru the group of second graders.  She
self-consciously covered her breasts with her left arm and
covered her crotch with her right as she worked her way through
the group of kids.  Several of the kids slapped her ass as she
walked by.  Tasha tried to swat the hands away but the kids
laughed at her feeble attempts.

The screeching in the cage started up again as Tasha stood next
to the cage door.  The group of second graders looked at Tasha in
anticipation.  Mrs. Brown smiled.  Tasha looked down at the floor
then took a deep breath and put the hood over her head.  She
reached her hands around pulled the Velcro straps tight.  Tasha
looked to the cage.  Ebony, Jamal and the kids started screeching
and bouncing up and down the horizontal bars and bobbing their
heads.  Tasha gulped, pulled the cage door open and stepped
inside.  She reached up grabbing the side of the cage, jumped and
starting climbing the side of the cage.

Mrs. Brown stepped thru the crowd of kids and got her electronic
notepad, "Ok, kids get your media pads out.  It time for the
lesson."

Mrs. Brown waiting until all the kids had turned on their
electronic notepads.  "This Bonobo nigger troop consists of the
matriarch who is the oldest nigger in the group like her," Mrs.
Brown said pointing at Judge Kwanza.

Ebony screeched and bobbed her head.  The class deftly wrote in
the notepads using the small keyboard.  Some kids raised their
pads and took pictures.

"This matriarch nigger has two Bonobo niglets, there and there,"
Mrs. Brown pointed to Abony and Bannee.  "The adult male Bonobo
nigger there has two juvenile male niggers there and there." Mrs.
Brown said as she pointed at Jamal, Nieko and Keylon.  "These
female Bonobo niggers," Mrs. Brown pointed at Tasha and Timone
are the newest monkeys to join the troop.  They are all here for
our lesson about niggers and monkeys.  Remember our lesson plan
children.  Niggers are the missing link with the primate family
of chimps."

The class went back to typing on their pads.  A girl raised her
hand, "Miss Brown?"

"Yes, Molly?"

"Is that why chimps and niggers are black?"

"Yes it Molly.  Class the black pigment of a nigger's skin is the
same as the black pigment of a chimp." Mrs. Brown pointed out. 
The kids took more pictures and type some more.

Bannee leaped off her perch, grabbing a dangling rope and swung
herself thru the connecting cage to the other side.  She
screeched as she swung from rope to rope.  Timone screeched as
Bannee swung herself on the horizontal next to her.  Tasha was
still gripping the cage with her hands and feet.  Without
thinking she tried to say something but a screech came out.  She
was shocked at the sound she made.

Abony leapt from her perch grabbing the side of the cage.  Her
left foot was up and hooked around a bar and her right hand and
foot were down lower holding another bar.  The girl reached out
her left arm towards the kids, screeching at the children
standing in front of her.  Some of the kids stepped back.  Nieko
and Keylon leapt from their perch in the other cage grabbing onto
the cage bars.  They also reached out their hand towards the
second graders.

Judge Kwanza let out a screech as the kids moved closer to the
cage.  The ears on her mask moved back and forth and her eyes
darted back and forth and her nostrils flared.  Jamal grabbed a
rope and swung himself down to the horizontal bar that Ebony was
on.  His long cock was now rigid and was pointing straight up and
swinging back and forth.  The tip of his cock was wet and had
stringy stuff dangling from the tip.

"Are all Bonobo niggers as hairy as this one?" asked a girl as
she pointed between the Judges legs.  "And this male Bonobo
nigger is pretty hairy too."

The class gathered forward and snapped off close up pictures of
Ebony and Jamal.

Ebony had never shaved herself.  She thought it would give a more
realistic visual of a Bonobo.  She encouraged Jamal and Timone
not shave also.  Ebony studied pictures of the Bonobo and noticed
that every monkey had pubic hair.

"Most if not all of mature Bonobo niggers are hairy.  It's most
unhygienic but then most niggers are," Mrs. Brown stated matter
of factly and looked at her electronic pad.  Most of the notes in
her pad were given to her by Ebony who had done the research.

The children moved in closer to the cage snapping pictures with
their pads.  Timone was putting on her own show on the other
side.  She was swinging upside down on one of the horizontal bars
while screeching.  Tasha watched Timone and thought she could do
better so she leapt off the bar she was perched on and deftly
swung herself through the connecting cage.  Tasha grabbed the top
of the circular cage, wrapped her legs thru the bars and hung
upside down screeching, her arms hanging straight down the weight
of her breasts pointed at her face.  Nieko looked up at Tasha
then climbed up the side of the cage and joined her hanging
upside down.  Tasha and Nieko were swinging back and forth when
Nieko reached over and grabbed her breast then squeezing her
nipple.  Tasha screeched at the boy who took his hand back.

Most of the class was watching and laughed when Tasha scolded the
boy.  Nieko kind of scooted away from Tasha.

The Judge screeched and partially stood up.  She grabbed the side
of the cage and pulled herself up climbing almost to the top of
the cage with her hands and feet then screeched again as she
reached out and grabbed a rope and swung to another horizontal
bar.  She perched herself in the middle of the bar and screeched
again.  With her thighs open she let out a slow stream of pee.

The second graders started laughing and pointing at the Judge. 
Then the Ebony screeched again and grunted.  The kids stopped
laughing and watched in fascination as three pieces of poop about
two inches long dropped from her rear end on to the cage floor.
"Eeyew!" said some of the second graders.  Others laughed while
others said, "gross" and "disgusting" and "fucking niggers".  But
all the kids took pictures.

Judge Kwanza kept peeing when she finished pooping.  Jamal
screeched as she looked up at the Judge.

"Don't be disgusted children, this is how niggers behave.  They
are just acting out like their ancestors the Bonobo monkey." Mrs
Brown pointed out.  "What you just saw class is another clear
indication that niggers don't have any self-respect.  The primate
family of monkeys does the same thing as our niggers here."

Ebony screeched again as she finished peeing and pulled on her
nipples.  She screeched and bobbed her head several times.

"Wow, it is almost like the stupid monkey is agreeing with you
Mrs. Brown," laughed a girl.

"Ok kids for our lesson please pay attention.  Like I said, White
scientists have documented that Bonobo niggers are matriarchal
meaning the oldest adult female controls clan.  Bonobo nigger
females tend to collectively dominate males by forming sexual
alliances.  Bonobo females also use their sexuality to control
males in the troop; a male's rank in the social hierarchy is
determined by the length of his cock."

The kids typed their notes on their pads.  "Miss. Brown?" a girl
raised her hand, "the longer the nigger cock the higher up he is
in the troop?" she asked.  The other kids stopped their note
taking and looked at Mrs. Brown.

"Yes, which only makes sense because the juvenile Bonobo
niggers," Mrs Brown said pointing at Keylon and Nieko, "have
smaller cocks but as they grow their cocks get longer and they
move up in the social hierarchy."
"So the Bonobo male can never be in control of a monkey troop?"
ask a boy in the back.

"That's right Jimmy.  Only the oldest Bonobo nigger female stays
in control," Mrs. Brown said as she scrolled through her notes.

"But the matri-archal," one boy tried to say.

"Matriarchal, Vincent," corrected Mrs. Brown.

"The matriarchal nigger is still in control?"

"That's correct, Vincent," smiled Mrs. Brown.

A girl was looking at Keylon who was screeching and holding on to
the cage.  His eight inch cock was swinging back and forth. 
Pre-cum was dripping from the tip.  The little girl was
mesmerized by the sight of boys cock.

The girl raised her hand.  "Yes, Julie?" Mrs. Brown asked.

She pointed at Keylon.  "How come the tip of his cock is covered?
 My daddy and my brother's cock both have that `helmet' look to
it."

"Your daddy's cock and your brother's cock is what we call a
`circumcised' cock.  In our White society it is considered more
hygienic and healthy to have a circumcised cock.  But with the
niggers in our society and these Bonobo males it is considered
masculine to have an uncircumcised cock."  The second graders
were typing their notes as Mrs. Brown talked.  "That is why there
is always a threat of disease when touching a nigger."

The class typed more notes.

Mrs. Brown continued, "Female Bonobo niggers young and mature
engage in female-female genital behavior to bond socially with
each other, thus forming a female nucleus of the Bonobo nigger
society that controls the males." Mrs Brown stated as she waved
her hand towards Judge Kwanza.  Timone had swung herself through
the connecting cage and was perched next to her boss.  Both women
were rubbing each other's pussies.

Several of the kids snapped off pictures of Ebony and Timone
pleasuring each other.

Bannee swung herself from the other cage thru the tunnel cage to
the horizontal bar her mother was perched on.  The youngster
perched herself on the other side of her mother and reached a
hand over her mother's thigh and starting rubbing her mother's
pussy.  Bannee's hand and Timone's hand were tangling with each
other as they rubbed the Judge's pussy.  Ebony screeched as she
slowly moved up and down on her thighs.  Bannee screeched as she
stuck her fingers into her mother's moist cunt followed by
Timone's index finger.  Timone screeched her reply.

Tasha noticed that the class and Mrs. Brown were watching Ebony,
Timone and Bannee.  Nobody was watching her.  She was a little
jealous of the attention the others were getting.  `Why did that
bother her?' Tasha asked herself.  She kept coming to the
conclusion that deep down she liked to be degraded.

Jamal climbed up to the horizontal bar under the three and raised
his head and sniffed the crotches of the three above him.

The class laughed as Jamal tried to get his nose between Ebony's
crotch, Ebony screeched and Jamal bobbed his head up and down.

Just then Abony leapt from the side of the cage, grabbing a
horizontal bar and swinging herself to the cage floor.  Walking
bent at the knees like a monkey would the girl waddled over to
where her mother had pooped.  She leaned over and sniffed.   Then
she reached out a finger and poked the turd.  It was remarkably
solid for just having been dropped.  Abony started to push the
three poops around the cage floor with her finger.  Ebony looked
down from her perched and screeched.  Bannee and Timone were
still pumping their fingers in and out of her.

Mrs. Brown noticed what Abony was doing and looked at her pad. 
"One of the ways a juvenile Bonobo female learns from her mother
is to play and sniff with the poop and pee that her mother just
expelled.  This indicates to the Bonobo female that it is
acceptable to act like her mother."

The class snapped off pictures of Abony and then typed on their
pads.

Abony quickly stopped what she was doing and leapt up to the
horizontal bar and perching herself again.  She stared out at the
room full of kids.  Then she used the ropes and swung herself
into the adjoining cage to join Tasha, Keylon and Nieko.  Tasha
had swung herself to a horizontal bar.  Keylon leapt up to rope
and swung down next to Tasha.  Abony swung herself next to Tasha
and put her hand on Tasha's pussy.  Abony screeched and looked at
her.  Tasha screeched and opened her legs a little more allowing
the girl rub her pussy.  Keylon screeched and tried to grab
Tasha's left breast but Tasha screeched and bared her teeth at
the boy.

The class laughed and pointed.  Some kids saying "neat" and
"wow".  One girl said. "It sure looks like the nigger female is
telling that Bonobo male off."


Mrs. Brown referred to her notes, "The bonding among females
enables them to dominate Bonobo nigger society.  If a new nigger
female joins the group this sexual bonding with other females
establishes this new female as a member of the troop."

As Abony rubbed Tasha's pussy Tasha looked looked over at Ebony,
her daughter Bannee, and Jamal.  Here was a respected judge and
her two children degrading and humiliating themselves for the
pleasure of White society.  And now she was a part of it.  Damn
that made her hot and wet as the young girl rubbed her pussy. 
But it still bothered her.  Were Blacks not that respected in
Cherish Valley after all?  It was all Tasha could do not to cum
as little Abony rubbed her.

Just then a boy opened his paper bag and pulled out a banana.  He
pealed it and held it out to Bannee.  The youngster screeched and
stopped fingering Ebony.  She leapt forward to the bar.  Her feet
and hands grabbing hold of the horizontal bars.  Bannee reached
out with one hand and tried to grab the banana but the boy pulled
it back laughing.

"Don't tease the Bonobo nigger, Justin," admonished Mrs. Brown. 
"They need to be fed just like other monkeys."

Tasha could see Mrs. Brown's nipples poking through the white
blouse.  `She finds this just as erotic as I do,' thought Tasha
as she moved up and down in response to Abony's finger movements.

A girl opened her sack and took a handful of peanuts.  She walked
over to the cage and urged Ebony to come down.

"Come girl, be a good monkey.  I have some peanuts for you," the
youngster smiled.

Timone stopped rubbing Ebony's pussy.  Ebony screeched and leapt
to the side of the cage and walked herself down like she was on a
ladder.  The class held its breath as the girl stuck her hand
thru the bars.  Ebony leaned over, stuck out her tongue and
scooped up the peanuts into the mouth.  Timone and Jamal
screeched as they watched the Judge chew the peanuts.

"Good girl!" the girl said with a smile.  She went to pet Ebony
on the head but the teacher said, "Don't touch the niggers.  They
can be dirty and you might get a disease if you touch them."

The girl quickly pulled her hand back and clutched it to her
chest.  Tasha thought the teacher was carrying this charade a bit
too far as she watched from her perch.

The school children now opened their sacks and offered pealed
bananas and peanuts to Ebony, Timone, Bannee and Jamal.  Another
group of kids offered peanuts and bananas to Abony, Tasha and the
two boys.  Bannee snatched several bananas and stuffed them into
her mouth.  Tasha reached out and took two bananas.  She
stretched her leg back to the horizontal bar and pulled herself
over perching on the bar.  Then she took the two bananas and
rubbed them up and down her pussy before putting them in her
mouth.  Tasha did this before she realized what she just did. 
Several kids snapped off pictures of Tasha as she ate the banana.


Keylon swung himself over to Tasha and Abony and rubbed one of
the bananas along his ass crack and offered it to Abony who took
a bite of it.  The kids starting laughing and pointing at Keylon
as he gently wiped another banana along his as crack and stuck in
his mouth.  Mrs. Brown encouraged the class to gather around the
cage offering the troop bananas and peanuts but not to touch the
niggers.

Abony had taken several handfuls of peanuts and was stuffing them
into her cunt.  Then she would screech and push them out again
catching the peanuts with her hands.  She would then eat them. 
The kids took film and pictures of Abony doing this.

Bannee suddenly got off the perch and swung herself up to the
higher horizontal bar.  She perched there, spread her thighs and
let loose a stream of pee that splashed down on her mother, Jamal
and Timone.  Ebony screeched as she moved out of the way.  The
kids and Mrs. Brown laughed.  "They are playful aren't they
kids?" laughed Mrs. Brown.

Ebony scampered up the side of the cage and Bannee stopped peeing
and leapt at a rope, swinging herself thru the connecting tunnel.
 Ebony screeched again and chased after her daughter.  Both
mother and daughter were screeching as Ebony chased her daughter.
 Bannee was more nimble as she would scramble up the side of the
cage out of reach of her mother.

The kids were clapping and laughing at the antics of mother and
daughter as they swung around cage.  When Ebony finally did catch
her daughter she nudged her head between her daughter's legs. 
Bannee was holding onto two ropes as she spread her legs for her
mother.

"Class," Mrs Brown said as she continued her lecture, "Sexual
intercourse plays a major role in Bonobo nigger society being
used as what some White scientists perceive as a greeting, a
means of conflict resolution, and post-conflict reconciliation. 
Bonobo's niggers are the only human animal to have been observed
engaging in all of the following sexual activities: face to
genital sex like what we are observing here, tongue kissing,
regular sex with nigger males where there is penetration of the
mature nigger female or the immature Bonobo niglet while in a
caged environment."

The class was mesmerized as they watched Ebony lick up and down
her daughter's pussy.  Bannee was screeching as her mother
tongued her cunt.  The seven year old was moving her hips back
and forth in response to her mother's tongue movements.  Timone
was sniffing Jamal's rear end.  Keylon and Nieko were trying to
sniff around Tasha and Abony.

Tasha wanted to lash out at the teacher as the boy sniffed her
pussy.  How could she say such a thing?  Blacks aren't animals or
are they?  Was it true what Judge Kwanza said?  Here she was with
the Judge degrading herself with Jamal and the kids for the
amusement of the second graders.

"Ok, class, it is time to go.  Wave good bye to the good little
Bonobo niggers," smiled Mrs. Brown as she looked at her watch. 
The turned off their electronic pads and threw away their paper
bags that held the bananas and peanuts.

The kids waved and yelled "Good Bye" to the troop.  Mrs. Brown
opened the office door and ushered the kids out.  When the door
shut Ebony pulled her head from her daughter's crotch and
screeched.  Then she reached up and undid the Velcro straps and
pulled the hood off.  Everybody did the same.  Tasha was a little
slow in removing her hood.  They swung themselves down to the
cage door and got out.  Tasha swung herself down using the ropes
and bars.

"Thanks all!" smiled Ebony as she walked over to her desk.

Bannee and Abony smiled, "No problem mom."

"Our pleasure, Judge," Jamal smiled as he put his hood on the
desk and picked up his clothes.

"I wish dey would give us some thun other dan bananas and
peanuts." Abony pouted as she retrieved her clothes.

"Next time I will ask dat da kids bring some thun different to
eat." Their mother said.

Both girls got their clothes and started getting dressed.  Keylon
and Nieko were almost dressed.  Ebony put away the hoods.

"How'd we's do, momma?" asked Bannee.

"Yous two did great," Ebony smiled as she put her bra back on.

"Do yous think we's get a bonus momma?" asked Abony.

"Mrs. Brown said dat for pooping an peeing we's get a hundred
dollar more."

"So what yous thinks, Tasha?" Ebony asked as she watched Tasha
get dressed.

"What the hell was all that about?" Tasha replied.

Jamal laughed and the boys giggled.  Jamal said, "Yous did real
good, Miz Black.  Just like a real monkey!"

Tasha smiled weakly at him as she adjusted her bra.

"Mrs. Brown's second graders studying hard `bout Bonobo's and
Mrs. Brown offered me a lot of money for us to act an behave like
Bonobo's."

"You do this all the time?" Tasha asked.

"No, honey, we's only started last week.  I gots Jamal here and
his boys to help out to make it more realistic.  The White kids
love it and dey learn some thun."

"What about us? I mean our Black kids." Tasha asked.

"What `bout dem? We's make money Tasha.  We's all win" Ebony said
as she put her blouse on.

"You have no problem selling yourself and your daughters like
that?" Tasha said in partial anger.

"Listen honey," Jamal stepped in.  "Me and my boys make money. 
Dis is easier dan doing real work.  Accept it Miz Black, diz iz
da way things are now."

"Don't be angry Tasha.  Like Jamal said Dis iz da way things are.
 Dis iz White folk wanna to see.  Now yous girls run long and
take Miss Black wit yous.  I gots a court case in fifteen
minutes."

Abony took Tasha's left hand and Bannee took Tasha's right hand.

"Show Miss Black `round now girls and be nice!" Ebony laughed.

As Tasha the two girls left the office they took the side door. 
There was a long corridor.

"Where's this go?" Tasha said a little nervously.

"Dis be the back way thru the build'en Miss Black," Abony smiled.

"Aren't you girls supposed to be in school?" Tasha had an
exasperated look on her face as the two youngsters led her down
the hallway.

"We's don't need no book learning Miss Black.  Sides, we's in
school now.  We's learning stuff dat we's can't gets in school,"
Bannee replied.

"What do you mean?" Tasha asked.

The girls opened the third on the left and walked in followed by
Tasha.  Inside was a classroom with black children sitting at
desks and a young pretty looking black woman standing at the
front.  Behind the teacher were pictures of monkeys, chimps and
dogs.

The teacher was saying, "We nigga's are animals.  We's all
animals."

The kids repeated what the teacher had said.

"Hi Abony and Bannee, did yous session wit Mrs. Brown go good?"

"Yes ma'am," both girls replied.

"Who iz dis?" the teacher asked pointing to Tasha.

"Her name be Miz Black.  She be a nigga friend of our momma,"
said Bannee nodding her head.

"Hi Miz Black, Eyes be Nandi, the nigga school teacha an dees my
niglet students" Nandi said offering her hand.  Nandi was wearing
a string bikini, a black string bikini that blended with her dark
skin.  There were two patches covering her nipples and a small
triangle that covered her vulva.  Around her neck was a white
rope necklace in the form of a noose.  Nandi was barefoot.

"Hi." Tasha said as she looked the teacher up and down.  "Um, my
name is LaTasha but everybody calls me Tasha."

"Would like to join us? We's can always use an educated female
nigga," Nandi smiled.

"Um no thanks.  Ah how old are you?"

"Eyes be twenty, Miz Black" Nandi smiled.

"How did you get this job?" Tasha asked as she waved her arm
around the small room.

"Da unemployment office offered me dis job `cause eyes dropped
out of high school," Nandi giggled.  "Wood yous like to stay for
our lesson?"

"I really have to get going.  The law firm where I work will be
wondering where I am," Tasha fidgeted as she looked around.

"Well suit yous self den," Nandi turned and walked to the front
of the classroom.

"Kay class we go over dis `gain, a nigga animal like us is lower
dan a trained nigga house dawg.  A nigga `hoe or slut likes Miz
Black here iz lower dan a trained nigga dawg," Nandi pointed to
Tasha and the class giggled.


"I beg your pardon!" Tasha replied.


"Well yous iz dressed like a nigga `hoe, Miz Black," Nandi
laughed and class kept giggling even Abony and Bannee.


Nandi turned back to the class again.  "A trained nigga house
dawg at least gets to spent time in da White folk house.  A nigga
dawg can also be a backyard dawg wit its own house or a kennel. 
A nigga backyard dawg is above da level of other animals, even
domesticated ones.  A backyard nigga dawg is higher than barnyard
livestock.  A nigga house maid iz higher dan a trained nigga
dawg."


"My momma rents herself to be a nigga house maid for our
neighbors," a young boy raised his hand.  "She make pretty good
bank too."

"My older brutha likes being a nigga dawg `cause he gets to fuck
other nigga females that's dawgs too!" said a girl.


"Very good," smiled Nandi.   "But dare are other incentives for
da nigga's.  A nigga trained as a pig is more intelligent dan a
nigga trained as a cow, and therefore higher status as White folk
view the animal world.  However, big, saggy tits on bigga nigga
women make a cow status more of a 'natural fit' for dose women. 
And snorting and oinking vs. mooing while cumming comes more
naturally and easily to some nigga women dan others."

"Iz a real dawg higher dan any nigga dog?" asked a little girl.

"Yez'um Izzie.  A real dawg is always treated betta dan a nigga.
A real dawg gets betta cuts of meat dan a nigga dog," smiled
Nandi.

Tasha backed her way to the door.  Her thighs were damp and her
clit was tingling.  Watching these black children listen to Nandi
degrade her race was a turn on.

Nandi said loudly, "Whose is smarter than a niglet like yous? A
dog or a chimp?"

"Both," replied the class of kids.

Nandi smiled, "Very good!"

Tasha shut the door and hurried down the hallway.

The next room down Tasha stopped and looked in.  There were
several black men and women sitting at tables answering phones.

"Yes ma'am," one teen boy was saying.  "It is ok to call a black
woman a slut in the grocery store."  The teen paused then said,
"Yous tell the bitch to play along."

A woman next to him was asking her caller, "So yous need three
little black girls dressed like days was pregnant."  The woman
stopped to listen.  "Yez'em da girls must be four or five years
olt and black male wit a big cock but nots to big and a black
mama wit 40DD breasts?  Yez'em ma'am eyes got da order."

She ran down the hall with tears in her eyes.  She opened the
door and came out in the hallway of the courthouse.  A bailiff
noticed Tasha and walked towards her.

"Hey honey, you want to sit on a jury?"

"Um, no, no thanks!" Tasha replied and hurried away.

Tasha sat on the park bench eating her lunch.  How had things
gotten so crazy?  Why didn't she see it coming?  Tasha knew the
answer it was because she worked too hard and never participated
in after hour's activities with her co-workers.  She never read
the news or kept current on what was happening around the Valley.
 Now it seemed it snuck up on her.  She was hot and horny.  She
watched a white mother and her three kids walking thru the park.
Could she sell herself to be their monkey? Could she degrade
herself for their amusement like she did in the Judges chamber?

Tasha got up from the bench and headed to the firm.  Her panties
were almost dry but she was still horny.  She got off the
elevator and walked to the front door.  Tasha hesitated but took
a deep breath and walked in.

"Well it's about time the nigger returns," Sandy smiled.

Tasha didn't say anything as she walked past.

"Abbie wants to see you in her office first thing," Sandy
chirped.

`Oh shit, I'm in trouble now' Tasha thought to herself.

Tasha walked in to Abbie's office.  She heard her yell out, "Is
that black whore returned yet?"

Janice, Abbie's secretary, yelled back, "The black bitch just
arrived, Abbie" then Janice turned to Tasha.  "Go in nigger."

"About fucking time nigger whore!" yelled Abbie as she got up
from her desk and walked towards Tasha.

Tasha was shaking and nervous but the wetness returned to her
crotch.  She didn't know what to say.

Abbie stood in front of Tasha, "Well stupid fuck! What took you
so long?"

"I, um, no excuse," Tasha hung her head in shame.

Abbie grabbed Tasha's chin and squeezed, "Talk black talk whore.
Tell me why you were late."

Tasha thought for a moment.  She had never spoken black before
and when her mother did several times when she was teenager Tasha
felt ashamed.

"I got no excuse, Abbie," sobbed Tasha looking at Abbie.

"Wrong nigger, you call me Miss Abbie from now on.  Now tell me
what took you so long?"

"Judge Kwanza want me in her chambers Miz Abbie.  Said dat we
need to talk." Tasha had tears in her eyes.

"Hmm, that black bitch? Did she have anything good to say?"

Tasha thought for a moment.  She wasn't going to tell Abbie about
the monkey cage or Mrs. Brown.  "Just dat we need be good nigga's
for da White folk."

"Very good," sneered Abbie as she let go of Abbie's chin.  She
looked Tasha up and down.  "I love the slut dress.  I love the
earrings and glitter on your chest.  Makes you look like a gutter
slut."

Tasha just nodded her head.  Her panties were wet again and her
heart rate went up.

"Do you shave yourself?" Abbie asked.

Tasha nodded her head.

"Answer me, don't nod your head."

"Yes Miz Abbie I shave myself." Tasha choked back tears.

"Very good, nigger.  I like my bitches shaved.  Now take off your
slut clothes."

Tasha looked at Abbie.

"Do it now!" she yelled.

Tasha jumped and quickly undid the zipper and let the dress fall.


"Now take off your heels."

Tasha quickly kicked off her heels.  She was standing in Abbie's
office with just her bra and panties on.

*

Tasha walked into the house.  She was thoroughly drained from her
ordeal at the office.  Abbie had her stand in the middle of the
office while the other female attorneys slapped her ass and
pinched her tits.  They lined up with eager looks on their faces.
 After each woman had slapped or pinched her Tasha had to thank
each one.

Then Abbie had her stand on a desk and say out loud five times
that she was nigger animal.  Two clients arrived at the reception
area when she was doing that.  Abbie had Tasha put her bra,
panties and heels on and greet the clients.  She was mortified
when she had to announce to them that she was the office nigger
and she would serve them.

The two White female clients had large smiles on their faces. 
Tasha led them to the conference room.  Abbie, Mandy and Linda
were waiting for them.  Abbie had Tasha pull the chairs out for
the women and seat them.  Then she had Tasha get drinks for them
all.  As Tasha walked around the conference table Abbie idlely
ran her fingers under Tasha's panties.  Linda ran her fingers
between Tasha's legs and commented on how wet she was.  Mandy was
hesitant at first but then ran her hand around Tasha's ass
cheeks.  Tasha burned with shame with each touch.  She looked at
the two clients who had big smiles on their faces.  Then Abbie
had her stand in the corner facing the wall as they discussed how
White and White could be their attorney of record.

The two women weren't too sure they wanted to go with the law
firm so Abbie called Tasha over.  Abbie stood up and caressed
Tasha's breasts from behind and offered thirty minutes of Tasha's
time, free of course, to the women to do with as they wanted. 
The two women should consider Tasha as an incentive for them to
have White and White represent their interests.  Plus who knew
what future use Tasha might be useful for if the women agreed to
sign with White and White.

Tasha looked over at Mandy who shrugged her shoulders as if to
say, `You should have taken me up on the offer of working
directly for me.'

Tasha struggled to control her nervousness and apprehension.  One
of the women said that she didn't want to get any "nigger
diseases" from touching Tasha.  Abbie assured the women that
Tasha was a good animal, a fine specimen of black flesh, and was
disease free as she ran her fingers around the inside of Tasha's
mouth.  For the next thirty minutes Tasha sucked and licked both
women's assholes.

Tasha walked up the stairs hoping the twins weren't home yet. 
She was to change into her business clothes for the Young Girl
club tonight.  But she would take a shower first and then
masturbate herself to orgasm with the shower head like she always
did.

*
Tasheka drove away from the house worrying about Tasha.  She
didn't seem like herself the past couple of days.  Tasheka drove
up the University and drove around back as she had done the last
week.  She walked in the back door and down the hallway to the
broom closet where her office was.  The door was open and Mammy
was inside getting her cleaning supplies.

Tasheka stopped short.  There was no desk in the closet.

"Morning Mammy, where's my desk?" Tasheka asked standing in the
doorway.

"Some men came an took it Miz Tasheka.  Said yous was to see Miz
Trudy diz morning."

Tasheka nodded her head and walked off to Trudy Mills' office. 
Tasheka entered the reception area of Trudy's office.   The young
college girl from yesterday was sitting behind the desk.  Tasheka
smiled at her as she walked up.

"Good morning Tasheka," The girl smiled.  "How's that tongue of
yours? Good and loose I hope!"

"Um, I am here to see Trudy," Tasheka said impatiently.

"That's Mrs. Mills to you," smiled the girl.  "Say aren't you
going to ask me my name?"

"What yous mean?" Tasheka stepped back from the desk.

"I mean wouldn't it be nice to know the name of the girl you'll
be licking to orgasm, the superior White girl?" the college girl
smiled sweetly.

Tasheka thought the girl had a point, "What iz yous name?"

"My name is Maureen.  Isn't that a pretty White girl name?"
Maureen giggled.

Tasheka nodded, "Yes ma'am, dat be a purdy White girl name."
Tasheka said the teenager.

Maureen got up from the desk and opened the door to Trudy's
office.

"Follow me.  Trudy is not here yet.  She is still teaching her
morning class but she asked that you wait for her in her office."

Tasheka followed the teen into the office.  In the corner facing
the wall were two nude black women.  As they walked into the
office a little white girl was sitting on the couch.  She got off
the couch standing straight up.

"Take your clothes off and join the other two niggers facing the
wall," Seven year old Angelica Mills ordered.

Tasheka didn't question the seven year old and did as she was
told.

Little Angelica walked over to the two nude black women, "This
nigger is Mrs. Clover Javan," Maureen pointed to the woman on the
left.  "And this nigger is Miss. Garrika Hazzell," pointing to
the woman on the right.

Tasheka had her dress off and was removing her bra when Angelica
walked over.

Angelica was wearing a small flesh colored thong that just
covered her pubis.  She was wearing knee high black boots.  The
youngster had a thin strip of flesh colored material across her
chest that covered her nipples.  Tasheka looked at the seven year
old.  She had blonde hair and blue eyes with tanned skin which
made her blonde hair stand out.  Tasheka licked her lips as she
stared at the youngster.

Seven year old Angelica had a business look about her.  In one
had she held three leashes and the other she had three dog
collars.

Tasheka removed her panties and tossed them onto her pile of
clothes.  She walked over to the wall and stood next to Mrs.
Javan.

The youngster pointed at Tasheka, "Pick up the clothes and put
them in the closet.  I don't like to see nigger clothes laying
around.  Then stand next to those two."

Angelica walked over to her Clover, Garrika and Tasheka.  Tracy
slapped Garrika on the ass saying, "Turn around bitch!"

Garrika turned around smiling.  Angelica took one of the tinkle
bells and clipped it to her left nipple then she clipped the
other bell to her right nipple.

"Knee bitch!" the youngster said again.  "You nigger bitches are
all the same.  We have to treat you like children."

Garrika kneeled in front of Angelica looking up at her.  Tracy
attached the dog collar around her neck.

Just then Maureen walked back in the room.  "Here is the stuff
you ordered."

"I want poodles today," Angelica laughed.

The youngster looked down at Garrika and said, "Assume the proper
doggie position in front of the desk, bitch!"

Garrika quickly scampered off on her hands and knees her two
tinkle bells tinkling as she did so.

Angelica turned to Clover, "Ok, nigger your turn!" and she
slapped Clover on the ass cheek.

Tasheka turned to look at Clover who was smiling broadly.  As she
was attaching the tinkle bells to her nipples Clover said, "I am
so proud to be here today."

"Why is that Mrs. Javan?" Angelica asked.

"Cause my girl got promoted yesterday.  Miss Trudy put da
paperwork in dis mournin wit da Board so she's can properly train
nigga's." She said proudly.

Tasheka looked over at Garrika, "What dat mean?"

"It means stupid nigger professor that her niglet daughter can
train other nigger's for White people," Angelica replied as she
attached the dog collar around Clover's neck.

"Go on now, scamper bitch, join your stupid nigger sister by the
desk," the seven year old ordered Clover.

"Your turn stupid nigger," Angelica said as she turned to
Tasheka.

Tasheka burned red when Angelica said that.  Here she was an
educated Black woman who had gotten her professorship at the
University and now this seven year old was degrading her.

Tasheka stood straight and proud as Angelica attached the collar
around her neck.

"I want poodles today so I hope you can be a good doggie for me,"
Angelica smiled as she attached the two tinkle bells to Tasheka's
nipples.  Tasheka kneeled before the seven year old without being
asked.

"You are gonna be a good nigger doggie aren't you?" as she
attached the dog collar around Tasheka's neck.  "Now scamper over
with the other bitches."

The three women were on their hand and knees next to each,
shoulder to hip.  Little Angelica attached the single line leash
that had three longer leashes coming from the middle.  The
youngster laid the leash down on the floor and retrieved the
three poodle tails from the couch.  She knelt behind each woman
and inserted the flat horn of the tail into each anus.  At the
top of the tail was a furry ball of poodle hair that made each of
the black women look like poodles.  Then she reached into her bag
on the chair and pulled out three sets of paws and three poodle
hoods.  Angelica attached the poodle paws to the hands and feet
of each.  She took out a bottle of ointment and applied a little
to the nose of eachwoman and then slipped the hoods over their
heads.

Angelica knelt in front of Tasheka.  "To wag your tail nigger,
just flex your ass cheeks and the tail will wiggle back and forth
like a real dog.  Also, I like my doggies to happy otherwise I
will take great pleasure in punishing you."

Tasheka nodded her head.  Here she was in Trudy Mills office, her
nemesis through high school and college.  Tasheka had always
gotten better grades than Trudy and had made her professorship a
year before Trudy did.  Yesterday Trudy had Tasheka lick her
pussy until she orgasmed and now she was going to greet Trudy
with enthusiasm on her hands and knees like a dog.  Tasheka hung
her head in shame and humiliation at the thought of being a puppy
for her daughter.  But her pussy was giving her away.

Angelica stood up and walked in front of the women.  "Look at me
doggies."

Clover, Garrika and Tasheka looked up at the seven year old who
had her hands on her hips.  The three women with their poodle
tails and front and rear paws sat on their calves looking
expectantly at Angelica in her flesh colored string bikini.

"Now bark for me, come on bitches.  Bark for Angelica."

The three women started barking.  Angelica walked up to Clover
and patted her on the head, "Very good bitch."  Then she stepped
to Garrika.  "Excellent Garrika," cooed the seven year old as she
scratched behind her the woman's ears.  Garrika squeezed her ass
cheeks and her poodle tail waved back and forth.

Angelica stepped over to Tasheka and looked down at her.  Tasheka
howled as the youngster kneeled in front of her, "Very good
stupid nigger doggie, you sound just like a poodle." Tasheka
squeezed her ass cheeks and the tail went back and forth.

Just then Angelica and the three women could the clicking of
heels coming towards the office.  Trudy Mills entered her office.
 She was wearing knee high black boots with a denim skirt and a
denim vest with no bra.  Her blonde hair was in bun on the top of
her head.

All three women started barking and prancing around Trudy.  Trudy
looked down at Tasheka and said, "Good to see you Tasheka," as
she patted her on the head.  Tasheka burning with shame couldn't
help but wag her poodle tail.  Clover and Garrika were squeezing
their ass cheeks, their poodle tails swinging back and forth. 
Tasheka noticed that Trudy had clamps on her nipples also.   She
wondered if her daughter Angelica had something to do with that.

Angelica was standing off to the side holding the leash that
attached all three women.  Clover and Garrika were tugging at the
leash trying to get Trudy's attention.

Trudy walked to her desk and sat in her chair.  Angelica said,
"Sit bitches, sit!"

Tasheka stopped what she was doing and sat but Clover and Garrika
were still trying to get Trudy's attention by yipping at her. 
Tracy walked to Clover and swatted her on the nose then turned
and swatted Garrika on the nose saying, "Bad doggies, bad, bad
doggies, now sit! You pay attention to me and not her!" Angelica
scolded the two women.

Both Clover and Garrika stopped yipping and sat in the doggie
position next to Tasheka.

 "Such eager little black heads you all are," Trudy laughed as
she picked up some paperwork from her desk.

Clover, Garrika and Tasheka all barked once showing their
appreciation.

Tasheka winkled her nose.  A strange thing happened.  New smells
invaded her senses.  She quickly sniffed around trying to find
the source of a certain smell.  Clover and Garrika were
experiencing the same thing.  All three women started sniffing
each other between their legs.

Angelica started laughing and called Maureen into the office. 
Looking down at the three women all circling each other sniffing
between the ass cheeks of each other was a funny site and Maureen
started laughing.

"What is that shit?" asked Maureen.

Angelica smiled proudly with her hands on her hips, "It's an
ointment made by FIS to enhance the smell of a woman's nose.  I
figured that it could be used on my nigger doggies,"

Tasheka felt humiliation burn deep inside her.  She didn't want
to smell another woman's anus or her pubis but she couldn't help
herself.  Trudy rolled away from her desk and lifted her short
denim skirt.  Clover immediately stopped sniffing her sister and
sniffed the air.

Trudy said excitedly, "Please undo the nigger's leash Tracy.  I
want to see what happens."

"This should be neat," Angelica laughed as she unclipped the
three leashes.

Clover immediately went to Miss Trudy howling as she did so.  The
hood made her barks, yips and howls more realistic.  Trudy put
her feet up on her desk and spread her legs then she scooted her
ass to the edge of the chair.

"That's it nigger, sniff my ass like a dog!" she hissed as Clover
shoved her snout into Trudy's anus and breathed deep.

Garrika scampered over to Maureen and tried to put her hooded
head under the teenagers dress.  Maureen swatted away Garrika
several times but the woman was persistent.

Tasheka scampered over to Angelica and started sniffing the
girl's rear end.  The youngster had the smell of violet flowers
emanating from her little pussy and anus.  Angelica tried several
times to push Tasheka's hooded head away.

"Let the former Black history professor sniff your anus,
sweetie," laughed Trudy as Clover was now running her tongue up
and down Trudy's anus.

Angelica stood there and spread her legs apart.  Tasheka could
now sniff and lick the youngster's anus.  Tasheka could see the
thin strap of material of Tracy's string bikini covering her
brown anus.  Tasheka knew it was wrong to stick her nose into the
youngster's anus but she couldn't resist the lovely violet smell
coming from it.  The ointment on her nose reduced her
inhibitions.

Maureen had by now sat down on the couch and stretched out her
leg.  Garrika straddled the teen's leg and started humping
herself against it all the while sniffing the teenager's cunt. 
Maureen was laughing and pointing at Garrika.

"Look at this stupid fuck of a nigger.  She's humping my leg!"
she giggled as Garrika panted in her effort to masturbate herself
on the teen's leg.

Angelica stood up, "Stop! Enough! I am gonna take my nigger
doggies out for a pee.  I want them to try out the new designated
nigger poop area."

`Newly designated area?' thought Tasheka as she kept trying to
sniff the six year olds anus.  `How come I didn't about this?'

Angelica quickly called for the three doggies to sit.  She went
and clipped the leash on each collar and said, "Heel!" and the
three women lined next to each other, their hooded heads looking
straight out.  She grabbed a large bag from the sofa and slung it
over her shoulder.

"Let's go niggers and make sure you don't tangle your leashes!"
ordered Angelica.

Students and other teachers were laughing and pointing at the
three black women sniffing their way down the hall as a young
girl held their leashes.  Their tinkle bells attached to their
nipples gently tinkling as the three women scampered down the
hallway.

Tasheka didn't care much about people making fun of them as she
was more interested in sniffing the backside of Clover or
Garrika.  Angelica opened the door for them when they got to the
large interior courtyard of the university.

"Nigger pooping area is over there to the right," the youngster
pointed.  Clover, Garrika and Tasheka strained at their leash as
Angelica unclipped the leashes.  All three women scampered over
to the grassy area.  Tasheka stopped for a second and thought
about the humiliation of relieving herself in front of people. 
But as she looked around she saw a blonde little white girl of
about ten years old in black shoes, white lacy socks and wearing
a blue and white sun dress that came to her knees holding the
leash of an older teenage black boy as he was pooping.  The black
teen boy looked like he lifted weights and worked out.  Tasheka
guessed the boys height at over six feet and the girl about five
feet or so.

Over a little ways were two white teenage boys that looked to be
twelve or thirteen playing keep away with a tennis ball from two
nude little black girls who were scampering back and forth like
puppies trying to jump up and catch the ball as the boys passed
it back and forth.  Both little girls had Schnauzer hoods and
tails.

Tasheka lowered her ass, spread her legs and let forth her pee
into the grass.  As she was peeing she felt a nudge behind her. 
She looked over her shoulder and there was a little black boy of
about five or six with the hood of Doberman Pincher trying to
sniff her anus.  The boy's little cock was sticking straight out.
 Tasheka tried to say something but all the came out was a bark.
The boy looked up at her and growled and went back to sniffing
her anus.

Tasheka looked across the courtyard and saw two boys who were in
her history class standing talking to each other.  There were
also two little black girls standing there sucking the boys cock.
 The black girls were the right height to stand in front of the
boys and suck them which made the girls four or five years old. 
The two black girls heads were bobbing back and forth and slobber
dripping off their chins.  The two boys were laughing and looking
at each other's notes on their electronic pads.  They didn't seem
to pay attention to the two little black girls sucking their
cocks.

For once Tasheka felt ashamed for her race.  This is what White
society wanted and this is what Black society was giving them. 
`Well it sure beats slavery.  At least we getting paid to do
this' she thought.

As Tasheka finished peeing she tried to scamper away from the boy
but he followed her.  She scampered over to Tracy and tried to
hide behind her but the black boy was persistent.

`Hey! Who does this nigger dog belong too?" Angelica yelled.

"Oh, sorry, he's mine!" A white woman replied.

Tasheka looked over at the woman and knew her to be the freshmen
English teacher.  She hoped that the woman wouldn't recognize
her.

The teacher walked over and swatted the boy with end of her
leash.  "Bad nigger, bad, bad nigger doggie!"

The boy yelped and scampered off.  "Damn niggers! Hard to keep
track of them sometimes," she said.

"Yeah, tell me about it," laughed Angelica as she watch Clover
and Garrika still peeing in the grass.

The woman hesitated for a moment and stared at Tasheka.  Tasheka
tried to make herself smaller behind Angelica.  The only thing
the woman said was, "Hmm" and walked away.

Tasheka looked around and saw Clover finish pooping when the
little white girl holding the leash of her nigger teenage boy
walked over to her.  The teenager started sniffing around
Clover's asshole and then he suddenly jumped up and wrapped his
muscled arms around her waist.  He tried poking his large cock
around her pussy when a man came out of the building, "Hey!
Little girl! No nigger copulating in the courtyard.  Take it
somewhere else!" he yelled.

"Sorry Sir!" and she tried pulled the black male teenager off
Clover's back.  The black teen had his arms wrapped around
Clover's waist.  The white girl pulled hard on the leash pulling
on the black teen's dog collar and neck.

"Damn it! Come here you fucking nigger!" the ten year old yelled
as she pulled and jerked on the boy's leash again.  The black
teen still didn't get off Clover's back as he was pumping his
hips back and forth trying to get his cock into Clover's crotch.
Clover didn't try to resist the advances of the black teen boy.

Tracy yelled out, "Here Clover, come here girl!" and she slapped
her thigh urging Clover on.  Clover turned quickly catching the
teen off guard.  She broke his grip around her waist.

Clover came scampering over and sat next to Tasheka.  She watched
as the young blonde girl kicked and cursed the black male pulling
him along behind her.  Garrika finished pooping, looked around,
then she scooted her ass along the grass like a real dog does
after it finishes pooping.  Garrika scampered over to little
Angelica.

Tracy petted Garrika's head saying, "Good nigger doggie wiping
your nasty ass like that!"

Just then a curtain over on the left side of the courtyard opened
up.  White students came out laughing and talking.  The boys were
adjusting their zippers and the girls were straightening their
skirts and dresses.  The curtain was set up around a large tree
with large branches.  Tasheka could see two pieces of rope
hanging down from a large thick branch.  Just then a black woman
came out from behind the curtain.

"One dollar to see my niglets hang, just one dollar for three
minutes of pleasure!" yelled the black woman as she waved dollars
in her fist.

Two of the girls came walking by Tasheka.  She heard two girls
saying how cool it was to see little black girls hang.

That piqué Angelica's interest as she watched the smiling and
laughing kids walk by.  She attached the leash to the three women
and led them in the direction of the black woman.

"Come on y'all here's your chance to get sexually excited
watching my niglets hang themselves!"

Angelica walked up to the woman and handed her a dollar.  The
black lady looked at Tasheka, Clover and Garrika on their hands
and knees with their poodle hoods and their poodle tails and
said, "What `bout dem?"

"What about it?" Angelica replied looking at the woman.

"Dollar each for dem," the black woman pointed.

"They're not people, their niggers so they don't qualify for
people status," the seven year old replied as she stared at the
woman.

The black woman hesitated. "Oh, ok, go rights in Miz."

The three women followed little Angelica behind the curtains. 
There were chairs in a semi-circle.  Tracy sat down and ordered
the three women to sit.  Each one sat on their calves and tucked
their hands under their exposed breasts.  In the corner sat a
white teenage girl in a Girl Scout uniform looking bored.  The
girl seemed to be texting on her electronic pad.

Outside the curtain the black woman was yelling out to everybody
who walked by about her daughters.  Soon the twenty seats were
full of students more male than female.  The black woman closed
the curtain and walked to the front of the seated crowd.

"Thanks y'all for attend-den diz hanging.  Over here is Miz
Annie, she be a certified hang-un person.  She be here to look
after thangs.  Now, meet my little niglets, Tasia who iz five
year olt and Veeona who iz six year olt.  Come out girls, come
on."

Both girls slowly came out from behind the tree.  Both girls were
nude and were hesitant to face the crowd of white people again.

"Wave to the nice white people girls," urged the mother.

Tasheka noticed that Angelica slowly put her index finger over
her string bikini bottom.  The girl is going to rub herself
thought Tasheka.  She wished she could.

The two black girls waved to the crowd and looked at their
mother.

"Up yous go girls, show dees nice white people how niglets hang
dem selves," the mother said as both girls stepped up on small
stools.  The mother tugged the ropes over head and both nooses
dropped down in front of the girls.  Each girl took the noose and
put it around her head then they both tightened the rope securing
the noose around their necks.

By now the boys in the crowd had their cocks out and the girls
had their panties pulled down to their knees.  Clover, Garrika
and Tasheka started sniffing the air.  The heavy musk scent
caught their attention.

"My lil niglets want to please da white folk.  Tasia tell da nice
white folk what yous is."

 "I be a stupit nigga animal only good for hanging me self,"
smiled the girl.

"And Veeona tell da nice white people wit yous iz."

"I be a good nigga animal for da white folk," Veeona smiled.

"Kay girls, get ready to hang yous self for da white folk,"
smiled their mom as she attached handcuffs to the wrists of her
daughters then she put a small pink ball gag in girls' mouth and
secured the strap behind their head.

Both girls lifted their right foot.  Tasheka was enthralled
watching the scene before her.  The boys were furiously rubbing
up and down on their cocks as the girls rubbed their pussies. 
Angelica was mesmerized watching the two girls.  She was rubbing
her index finger up and down the front her tiny bikini bottom.

"Ok girls, when yous ready!" urged their mother.

Both girls looked around the crowd of white people and then
kicked the stools out from under them.  There was a grasp from
the crowd as both little black girls swung gently back and forth.
 Their heads were at a right angle to their shoulders, slobber
started coming out of their mouths.

Tasia tried to move her arms but she gently swung in a
semi-circle for her efforts.  Veeona stretched her toes barely
touching the ground.  Two boys stood up and started rubbing up
and down on their cocks.

"God damn!" was the only thing the boys said.

"Hang fuckers hang!" a girl stood up rubbing her crotch.

Tasheka looked up at Angelica who had a wicked smile on her face
as she rubbed her bikini front.  She could see the lust in the
girl's eye.

The girl's mother stepped forward saying, "Ain't dis da purdiest
thing yous ever saw? My two little niglets hang-un for yous
pleasure and amusement."

Tasia was the first to start moving her legs like she was
running.  Veeona started moving her legs like she was riding a
bike.  Slobber was dripping down the girl's flat chests in gobs
now.

Half the crowd of kids watching started to laugh and point as the
little girls started to fight the rope.

Tasheka looked at Clover and Garrika both women had lust in their
eyes.  She wondered if they were as wet as she was.  Tasheka was
suddenly ashamed that she got horny watching two little black
girl's hang for the crowd.  But the ointment on her nose kept her
sniffing the air which was heavy with sex.

A minute and a half into the hanging both little girls were
struggling for breath, their legs pumping up and down and back
and forth.  Both girls had a look of desperation on their faces
as slobber oozed from the corner of their mouths.

Angelica stood up and stuck her hand into her thin bikini bottom.
 Clover looked up at her and barked and yelped her poodle tail
wagging back and forth.  Clover kept sniffing the air and then
moved her hooded head closer to the Angelica's rear end.  Garrika
was swaying back and forth sniffing the air.  Tasheka couldn't
help herself she almost started rubbing herself.

Two minutes into the hanging and the black girl's movements were
slowly down.  Their mother walked behind her hanging daughters
and pushed each one forward so that her daughters swung back and
forth.  Both girls fought for breath as their leg movements
slowed down.  Three of the boys started coming, their white stuff
was shooting in a high arc.  The girls were moaning rubbing
themselves quicker in response to their growing orgasm.

A pre-teen girl stood up and hissed, "Hang niggers hang!" as she
rubbed her pussy.

Her friends stood up and started laughing as the slobber ran down
the sides of the black girl's mouth, their movements slowing
down.  "Hang you stupid fucks!" yelled one girl as she rubbed her
clit in a circular motion.

Just then Annie the bored Girl Scout yelled, "Time!" and the
girl's mother let loose the rope.  Both her daughters fell to the
ground with a thump.

Angelica sat down with a look of contentment on her face.  She
looked down at the three women and jerked the leash.  "Come on
niggers lets go."

The boys were adjusting their pants and zippers and the girls
were straightening their skirts and dresses.

"Thanks y'all for coming," The black woman said.  She walked over
to Annie and counted out some dollars and handed the bills to the
Girl Scout.

The common area was clearing out.  All the white kids were
heading back to class and the blacks were exiting through a door
at the back of the commons.  Angelica looked around.  The black
woman and her two daughters were taking down the curtain.

"Did we play along good, momma?" asked one of the girls.

The mother was standing there counting the money, "Yez, honey. 
We's made lots of money."

The other daughter had the ropes and stools in her arms, "We's
gonna do diz again momma?"

"Eyes sure hopes so darling," the mother replied as they walked
off.

Angelica unclipped the leash from the three women and stood in
front of them.  Tasheka stared at the six year old who was
standing there in her flesh colored string bikini, the smell of
violet coming from the girl's pussy.  The youngster didn't have
an ounce of fat on her.  Tasheka stared at the youngster with
lust in her eyes.

Tracy opened her bag and took out some doggie treats and a short
wooden cane. "Now when you hear the command `sit' I want you to
sit back on your heels and cup your hands down the in tuck your
hands under your breasts.  Your back should be straight and her
head pointed forward.  Do you doggies understand? Bark once for
yes and two barks if you don't."

Tasheka and the other two barked once.

"Good! Now sit!"

The three black women got into the proper position.

"Very good," Tracy said as she walked around the three using the
short cane to tap on the shoulders and back of each woman
encouraging them with their sitting posture.  When the three
black women were in the proper position Angelica gave each one a
doggie treat.

"If you are asked to do something, wag your tail and show
enthusiasm.  If you are asked if you understand something bark
once for yes and two for no," Angelica was now standing in front
of the three.  "Do you understand?"

Tasheka and the other two women barked once.

"Very good! Now wag your tails show me that you enjoy this."

Tasheka flexed her ass cheeks and her tail moved back and forth
across the grass.

One of the side doors opened and out came a large Golden
Retriever and two little girls.  The Retriever bounded over to
Angelica and the three women.  He sniffed Angelica once between
the legs but was more interested in Tasheka, Clover and Garrika
in the sitting position.  As the Retriever started to sniff
between their legs Clover tried to get out of the way.

"Sit Clover!" Tracy ordered.

"Hi, Tracy" said the two little girls.  "We brought Tarel like
you asked."

"Niggers doggies this is Cassidy and Jessie my two best friends.
Show your enthusiasm for them and bark."

The three women barked and wagged their tails.  Tarel was
sniffing each woman from behind now.  Tasheka caught smell of
Tarel and turned her head in the direction of the dog's hind
legs.

Cassidy had blonde hair and was wearing knee high black boots
with a short denim skirt and a white tank top.  Jessie was a
blonde also and was wearing flip flops with a short white denim
skirt and a blue tank top.  The nipples of both girl's flat
chests were poking through the material.

The little girls came over to the three black women and scratched
them behind the ears.

Angelica said, "Tarel heel!" as she pointed to the ground.  Tarel
quickly came to Angelica side and stood there looking out.

For the next two hours Angelica used Tarel to demonstrate proper
dog commands to Tasheka, Clover and Garrika such as `sit',
`heel', `stay' and `go'.  Tarel was quicker with the commands
than Tasheka and the other two.  When it came to playing fetch
Tarel was faster and more agile.

At one point Tasheka and Tarel were playing a game of tug of war
over a bone.  Tasheka was pulling and Tarel pulling back.  The
dog growled several times but Tasheka growled back.   The common
area filled with white kids and black people throughout the
morning as classes let out and then emptied again as classes
began.

Near the end of the training Angelica, Cassidy and Jessie sat
down on the bench and pulled their legs up to their chests.  They
inserted a small rubber ball just inside their anus.

Angelica smiled at Tasheka, Clover and Garrika.  She ordered them
to use their tongues to work the ball out of their anus.  Tasheka
barked, wagged her tail and bounded over to Angelica.  She
quickly stuck her head into the seven year olds anus and used her
tongue to probe the youngster's anus.  The wonderful smell of
Violet flowers flooded Tasheka's nostrils.  After a couple of
minutes the three youngsters were giggling as Tasheka and the
other two women were bobbing their heads and tongues in the
little anus before them.  Tarel was sniffing and licking the
crotch of each of the black women.

When Tasheka, Clover and Garrika couldn't get the little balls
out of the anus of the little girl in front of them Cassidy
thought that the three women needed relief.  Angelica stuck her
left booted leg out and ordered Tasheka to hump herself with it.
Jessie and Cassidy ordered Clover and Garrika to do the same
thing.

Tasheka squatted in front of the girl and wrapped her left arm
around Angelica right leg and put her right hand on top of
Angelica's leg.  She pulled her crotch onto the top of her black
boot.  Angelica said with a smile, "Wait for it nigger doggies,
wait until I say `hump'."

Tasheka looked into the smiling face of blonde hair little
Angelica and thought, `This is where I belong degrading myself
for this youngster humiliating myself for the pleasure of White
society.'

Angelica looked at her smiling friends and said "hump" and the
three women started panting as they rubbed their pussies up and
down the top of the girl's boots.

Angelica, Cassidy and Jessie were laughing as people walked by
watching the three black women humping themselves on the boots of
three seven year olds.  Tasheka tried to lean into Angelica's
crotch trying to catch the scent of the Violet flowers.  She
rocked herself up and down but after a minute or so her thighs
were burning with pain.

"Howl niggers, howl like the dogs you are!" Jessie laughed as
Clover starting barking.

Tasheka gave off a loud howl as she came on the youngster's boot.
 She laid her down on the little girl's thigh making soft yipping
sounds.  The burning sensation in her thighs slowly went away.

By now a crowd had grown watching the three black women humping
the legs of the girl's.  Tasheka heard comments like, "Stupid leg
fucking niggers!" or "Serves the coons right!" or as one girl
commented, "What a bunch of fucking animals!"

 Tracy kicked Tasheka off her boot and reinserted the little ball
into her anus.  "Come girl, come on, give it another try." Tracy
laughed as she pulled her legs up to her chest again.

Tasheka quickly stuck her head into Angelica's anus again and
used her tongue to probe the inside of the girl's anus.

Tasheka heard the click of heels behind her.  "Come on Cassidy
and you too Jessie, we have to go," a woman said.

Cassidy and Jessie didn't hear the woman as they had their eyes
closed as Clover was back to licking Cassidy and Garrika was just
finishing humping Jessie's boot covered leg.

"Come on Cassidy, your father will be waiting," the woman said.

"Not now mommy.  This black head isn't finished yet." Sighed the
seven year old.

"You can have her do it another time."

"Go away mommy," Cassidy panted then reached out and patted
Clover on head.  "This nigger doggie is doing a good job."

"Please honey.  You know how your father gets when we are late,"
whined the mother.

Cassidy looked at Angelica, "My dad just loves it when I spank my
mom.  I make her howl like a dog!"  The three blonde girl's
laughed.

Cassidy's mom turned red with embarrassment, "Please don't say
that sweetie."

"Oh ok mommy.  I'll finish with the nigger later," Cassidy said
as she pushed Clover's head away and stood up and squeezed the
little red ball from her anus.  "See you later at the Young Girl,
Angelica.  Come on Jessie let's go."

"Thanks for bringing Tarel, Cassidy!" Angelica replied as Tasheka
was still working her tongue in the youngster's anus.

Jessie, Cassidy, her mom, and Tarel left the common area.  "I
guess I better these bitches back inside" Angelica said as she
pushed Tasheka's head away.

*

As Angelica led the three crawling women into her mother's
office, Trudy said, "Sweetie, take the stuff off Tasheka.  Harry
Sims paid for four hours of time with that nigger.  Tasheka you
are to report to Harry in his office.  He has paid for the rest
of the afternoon with you."

Angelica took off Tasheka's hood, tail, and dog collar.  Tasheka
stood up and got her clothes.  She was about to dress in Trudy's
office.

"Not here you black bitch, I don't want to see you put your
clothes on.  Go outside and dress there." Angelica said with a
wave of her hand.

Tasheka nodded her head and walked out of the office Angelica
said, "See you this evening at the Young Girl, Tasheka!"

"Yez'em Miz Angelica," Tasheka replied.  She heard Trudy call
Garrika over to her desk, cooing to the black woman, "You're such
a good nigger doggie aren't you?" and Garrika barked.

Tasheka walked across the campus to Harry Sims' office.  She
noticed no black students in the hallways or the common areas.

`I wonder where they all went?' she asked herself.  She heard a
lot of commotion in a class room just down the hallway.  Tasheka
peeked in the door and saw a lot black people, men, women and
children changing clothes.  Over on the side of the room were
three black teen girls answering phones.  The three teens would
call for certain people and give them instructions on what to do.
 There was a lot of milling around of the people in the
classroom.  To Tasheka it looked like chaos.  Several blacks were
arguing with each other about who was to take what sex job and
how much it paid.

`There should be some order here, a better way to do things,' she
thought as she continued down the hallway.

Tasheka continued down the hallway wondering what would be
required of her in Harry's office.  She grabbed a quick bite of
her lunch from the broom closet.  It was well past noon.

She walked into the outer office and was greeted by the teenage
girl sitting at the desk.

"Good morning little doggie!" giggled the teen.

Tasheka turned red but didn't say anything.

"I saw you and the other niggers in the poop area.  Enjoy your
pee pee?" the teen smiled.

"Yes'em Miz" Tasheka nodded.

"Good.  Go right in Mr. Sims is expecting you."

Tasheka opened the door and walked into the Dean's office. 
Mammy's nieces eight year old Leasha and seven year old Lettie
pouring some yellow liquid from metal pots into a very large blue
and white wading pool.  The smelled heavily of ammonia, like the
smell of urine.  Sitting on the couch were three white women and
Harry was standing off to one side with his cock poking straight
out of his zipper.

"Oh, there you are, Tasheka.  Good of you to join us!" Harry
smiled.  "I was just telling the ladies here that you were
coming."

"Yous wants see me, Mr. Harry?" Tasheka said as she looked around
the room.  The ointment on her nose hadn't worn off yet and the
smell of pee was strong.

Harry slowly stroked his cock looking at Tasheka.  He said, "This
is Mrs. Dack, Mrs. Maday in the middle, and Mrs. Cabot.  They are
from the church in Intercourse."

Tasheka nodded her head at each woman.  They stared back at her.
Each woman was wearing large brim sun hats and white and pink sun
dresses.  Each woman had five inch black heels on.  The sun
dresses looked to come down to their knees.

"Harry do you really have to keep stroking your, um, penis?" Mrs.
Maday asked as she looked away from him.

The one lady on the end was staring at her, "I know you Ann
Roberts.  But it is Tasheka now isn't?" Mrs Cabot said.

"Yes'em Miz Carol," Tasheka nodded her head.

Carol Cabot was the financial director for the White Redeemer
church in Intercourse.  Carol had attended some of Tasheka
conferences on Black and White female relations.  The White
Redeemer church used to be an all inclusive church, the church
where Tasha had joined the youth group years ago.  That was
changed now.  The White Redeemer church was an all white church.
That never surprised Tasheka because most Black people attended
the only all Black church in Bikini Bottom.  White people didn't
care for the more animated congregation responses such as
"hallelujah" and "Praise the Redeemer".  Black people didn't go
for the more "sit quietly" attitude during the sermon at the
white church.

"Well then, Mrs. Maday is the youth director for the White
Redeemer and Mrs. Dack is the activities coordinator at the
church." Harry said to Tasheka.

Tasheka suddenly got a bad feeling about this.  An activities
director, financial director and the youth director would want
something from Tasheka and she figured it wouldn't be a
conference.

Mrs. Dack looked over at Carol Cabot and asked, "So how do you
know this Tasheka here?" she said waving her hand at her.

"Well I know her from the Black study circles that she has held
around the Valley." Mrs Cabot said looking Tasheka up and down.

"Study circles?" Mrs. Maday asked.

"Yes, she would conduct these study groups where White women
gather to study and discuss racial stereotypes, White perceptions
of Blacks, and White and Black relations.  She tried to educate
the White women about Black women." Carol smiled sipping her
drink.

"Sounds like something Reverend Hurst should consider for the
church." Mrs. Dack offered as she gulped her drink.

Just then the three ladies turned their heads in the direction of
Leasha and Lettie as they walked in the office with full metal
pots and poured them into the pool.

Tasheka stared at the wading pool a little closer and noticed it
was half full.  She figured the girl's must be collecting pee
from the students.

"It is so nice of those little girls to collect pee for us," Mrs.
Dack smiled as she sipped her drink.

"Please MaryAnn, they're not girls, call them niglets," Harry
smiled still stroking his cock.

All three women laughed.  Tasha turned red with embarrassment. 
Leasha and Lettie giggled as they emptied the metal pots.

"Tasheka why don't explain to our three guests here what a niglet
is," Harry urged.

"Yes, please do, Ann, I mean Tasheka," Carol Cabot smiled as she
gulped down her juice.  "And fill my glass here with that juice."
She said pointing to the pitcher on Harry's desk.

"Yes'em.  A niglet is a nigga child unda da age of ten," Tasheka
began.

"She even talks black!" Mrs. Dack said excitedly.

"Well, Tasheka knows her place!" Harry said stroking his cock
faster.

"Even a, a, nigger baby is called a niglet?" Mrs. Maday asked as
she took another drink from her glass.

"Yez, Miz."

Mrs. Dack leaned forward looking at the other two women.  "I
heard at the church social the other week that nigger babies were
considered turds, little black pieces of shit that their whores
crapped out," she giggled.

"Oh, my!" laughed Mrs. Maday and Mrs. Cabot as they sipped their
juice.

Leasha and Lettie stood next to the wading pool wondering what to
do next.

"Is that true Tasheka?" Mrs. Maday giggled.

Tasheka wanted to scream out.  "Yez Miz Maday, dat be true.  Some
White folk consider nigga babies little turds." She replied
staring down at the floor in humiliation.

"Is that true Leasha?" Mrs. Cabot asked the nine year old.  "Are
you a little black piece of shit?"

"It true Miz," Leasha smiled with her hands behind her back.

"How about you niglet?" Carol asked Lettie.  "Were you crapped
out of your whore of mother's asshole?"

"Yez'em Miz Cabot.  My whore'n momma tell me eyes was shit out of
her bottom," the seven year old put her hands to her mouth and
giggled.

"Agnes was telling me the other day that some nigger whores let
male dogs take the virginity of their niglets as young as three,"
Martha said.

"How fucking disgusting!" MaryAnn replied.

"At least our white girls don't lose their virginity until their
sixteen, but only if the girl wants too," Carol added.

"And only her mother can take her daughters virginity," MaryAnn
said.

"At least we are more civilized than these black animals," Martha
laughed waving her hand at the two little black girls.

Tasheka had never heard this before so she was sure that it was
an urban legend.  A lot of misinformation about blacks were
spread around and something had to be done about it.

"Ok, ladies, I think we are about ready?" Harry asked.

The women looked at each other for a moment and all three nodded
their heads.

"Ok my little nigger animals in the pool!" Harry ordered.

Leasha and Lettie giggled as they stepped into the wading pool
full of pee.

"Tasheka you get undressed also," Harry urged.

The three women stood up and walked over to the pool.  Tasheka
started taking her clothes off.

"Hurry up Tasheka.  We don't have all day.  Besides I understand
you have appointment this evening at the Young Girl club," Harry
said as he looked at Tasheka taking her bra off.

"Young Girl club? Oh, my, I just love that place!" Mrs. Dack
laughed.

"All those lithe young female bodies," Mrs Maday stated with a
dreamy look in her eyes.

"My fifteen year old keeps trying to get me to go there!" Mrs.
Cabot giggled.

Tasheka was fully nude standing before the three women and her
former boss, Harry Sims.

"Get into the pool with the niglets," Harry pointed.

Tasheka nodded her head, embarrassed and humiliated.  She stepped
into the pool and sat down in the pee.  It was warm pee.  Leasha
and Lettie giggled as Tasheka grimaced as she sat down.  Both
girls splashed their hands in the pee.  Some of the pee splashed
up into the Tasheka's face.  Tasheka closed her eyes and tried to
turn her head trying to prevent the pee splash from getting on
her face.

Harry laughed along with the three women at Tasheka's lame
attempt to keep the pee out of her face.

Harry looked at the women.  "Ok, who is first?"

Mrs. Maday stepped to the wading pool.  "I'll go first!" she
giggled.

Tasheka watched Martha step out her heels and walk over to a pair
of black rain boots that came to her knees.  She put her feet
into the boots and stepped into the pool.  She lifted her dress
to her waist and squatted down.  Tasheka sat there with an amazed
look on her face as Mrs. Maday grunted.  Leasha and Lettie were
sitting on either side of Mrs. Maday as the first turd oozed out
of the woman's anus and plopped into the pool.  Both girls
giggled as the black turd floated to the surface.

"Again, again, nice white lady," giggled both girls as they
splashed in the pee.

Carol and MaryAnn were rubbing their crotches and Harry was
stroking himself with a big smile on his face as Mrs. Maday moved
herself around a little.  Her rear end was now between Lettie and
Tasheka and she grunted again.

Tasheka watched as another turd fell from the woman's anus and
plopped into the pool.  Lettie put her hand to her mouth and
giggling.  "Diz nice white lady has nice poop!" she giggled.

Mrs. Maday stood up and turned towards Lettie.  She moved her
waist out a little by leaning back.  With her sun dress pulled up
almost to her belly button she let loose a stream of pee into the
seven year olds face.

Lettie laughed.  "It feels so warm!" she said as she open and
closed her mouth catching the pee.

Martha turned a little and sprayed Tasheka on the face with her
pee stream.  Tasheka put her hands up trying to keep the pee away
from her face.  Everybody laughed.  Mrs. Maday suddenly cut off
her pee stream.

"That's it for now.  I am going to save some" she laughed.

"Good show!" laughed Mrs. Dack.

Carol clapped her hands.  Harry walked over and got a roll of
toilet paper.  He unwrapped the roll several times and gave it to
Mrs. Maday.

"Here you go thought you might want to clean up!" Harry laughed.

Mrs. Maday took the wad of toilet paper.  "Thanks Harry!" she
said as she squatted slightly and wiped her anus.  She turned and
placed the used toilet paper on the side of Lettie's head.  Her
brown stickiness on the toilet paper easily stuck to the girl's
hair.  The white toilet paper made it look like Lettie had a
white flower on the side of her head.

The girl smiled up at the woman.  "Thanks yous Miz Maday.  Eyes
proud to be wearing yous gift."

Leasha laughed out loud, "I want one too! Please nice white lady
can I have one too?"

"I'm sure the other nice white ladies can give you one," Martha
said as she stepped out of the pool.

Tasheka was on the verge of tears.  Here she was sitting in a
wading pool full of urine with two floating poops.  The two girls
were smiling one with a used toilet paper wad sticking to her
hair and the other giggling at her.

"More! More! Please nice White lady, mores poop!" nine year old
Leasha laughed as she splashed the pee with her hands.  Lettie
used her index finger to push around the turd in front of her.

"How was it, Martha?" asked Carol Cabot as the woman stepped out
of the pool and carefully took her feet out of the boots.

"It feels wonderful! I really love humiliating those black
turds!" she giggled.

MaryAnn Dack stood up and said, "Then me next!"

MaryAnn kicked her heels off and quickly stepped into the boots.
She stepped into the wading pool and pulled her sun dress up to
her waist.  Tasheka noticed that the woman was clean shaven
between her thighs.

Mrs. Dack squatted in front of Lettie.  "Scoot closer little
animal." She ordered the seven year old.

Lettie moved forward and sat cross legged almost under Mrs. Dack.
 "Hurry nice White lady, eyes wants to see yous nice black poop!"

MaryAnn grunted several times and finally a long piece of turd
dropped from her anus into the lap of Lettie.  The turd plopped
into the pee and floated back up again.

"Thanks Miz Dack!" Lettie giggled as she poked the poop back
under the pee again.

MaryAnn moved in front of Tasheka and squatted down.  She looked
over at her shoulder at Tasheka.  "Look at my anus nigger.  Look
and tell me what you are!" the woman hissed as she grunted.

Tasheka stared at MaryAnn's anus.  It was slowly opening up in
front of her.  "Eyes be a nigger turd Miz Dack."

"That's right bitch, a black turd to be crapped out of a white
woman!" MaryAnn grunted again.

Slowly the tip of her turd pushed passed her sphincter muscle. 
The turd almost hit Tasheka's left breast as it fell into the
pool in front of Tasheka.  MaryAnn turned around stuck her crotch
out and started peeing.  The pee splashed right onto Tasheka's
breasts and down her stomach.  Tasheka squeezed her eyes shut and
turned her head away from pee stream.

"What's the matter my pee not good enough for you?" MaryAnn
laughed.

Tasheka didn't say anything.

"Look at me!"

When Tasheka didn't look at MaryAnn the woman aimed her pee
stream higher and the pee hit the right side of Tasheka's face.

"Look at me nigger, NOW!" yelled Mrs. Dack.

Tasheka turned her head and the pee stream hit her squarely in
the face.

"That's better!" MaryAnn laughed as she directed her pee stream
up and down Tasheka's face.


"Pee on me Miz Dack, pretty please!" Lettie urged as she scooted
next to Tasheka.

Harry was still stroking his cock.  Carol and Martha were rubbing
themselves furiously at the scene before them.  Pee was stinging
Tasheka's eyes, splashing up her nostrils and some it was making
it into her mouth.  She turned slightly and started peeing on
seven year old Lettie.  MaryAnn tried hard not to get the wad of
toilet paper that was stuck to the youngster's head wet.

MaryAnn laughed as she squirted the last of her pee out onto
Tasheka.  Nobody could tell if Tasheka was crying or not. 
Tasheka was humiliated.   She felt violated sitting in the pool
of poop and pee.  Harry handed Mrs. Dack a wad of toilet paper. 
Instead of MaryAnn wiping her ass herself she handed the wad to
Tasheka.  "Wipe my ass" she ordered.

Tasheka shook her hand trying to get the wetness off her fingers.
 She took the wad of toilet paper and gently wiped MaryAnn's anus
making sure she got all the mess around the muscle.

"Very good, nigger.  Now let's see.  Put it on her head," MaryAnn
smiled pointing at Leasha.

"Yay!" yelled Leasha as she leaned her head out.

Tasheka went to stand up when Mrs. Dack said, "No! crawl on your
stomach through the pee to the niglet."

"Yes'em Miz MaryAnn."

Tasheka sat down again then stretched out in the pool and pulled
herself along through the pee with her elbows.  Tasheka made sure
to keep her head and the used wad of toilet paper out of the pee.
 Two turds floated past her as she rose out of the pee and placed
the wad of paper on nine year old Leasha's head.

"Thank yous Miz Dack.  Eyes love it!" Leasha giggled.

Mrs. Dack stepped out of the wading pool and deftly took her feet
out of the boots.  "That was amazing," she smiled at the other
two women.

"Carol are you ready?" Harry asked.

"Damn right I am.  This is hot!" Mrs. Cabot giggled as she
stepped into the boots.

Tasheka was now sitting between Leasha and Lettie.  Both girls
had a used wad of toilet paper sticking to their hair.

As Carol stepped into the wading pool and pulled up her sun
dress, she asked, "What do you always say at the end of your
meetings with White women?"

Tasheka and the girls looked up at Carol.  She still had her wide
brim hat on.  The woman had a smooth hairless pussy.

"I always says White women will never under stant Black women."

"That's right.  So do you understand why I am doing this?"  Carol
asked as she walked up to Tasheka and the two girls.  The turds
swirling around her boots as she carefully walked forward.

"No, Miz Carol" Tasheka replied as Carol turned around in front
of them.

"Because Tasheka you're an uppity nigger always were.  A piece of
shit that needs to put in her proper place," hissed Mrs. Cabot. 
"Plus, I can."

Harry laughed and the other two women giggled.  All three were
masturbating themselves.

Carol carefully squatted down and grunted.  The smell invaded
Tasheka's nostrils.  A long piece of black turd oozed out of
Carol's rear end.  When the turd dropped into the pool it
splashed up.  A droplet of splash hit Tasheka in the right eye. 
She quickly rubbed her eye clear of the droplet.

"How many turds do we have in the pool now?" Harry asked.

Carol turned around and stuck her crotch out to pee.  "We have
eight black turds in the pool.  Isn't that right Tasheka?"

"Yez'em Miz Carol.  There be eight black turds in the pool,"
Tasheka replied in shame as she looked up at Mrs. Cabot.

Carol let loose a stream of pee at Tasheka then turned slightly
and peed on Leasha and then turned back the other way and peed on
Lettie.  She was careful not to get the wad of toilet paper wet
on the girl's head.

"Have to wash off three of the black turds," Carol laughed as her
fingers worked her crotch pointing her pee this way and that.

Tasheka closed her eyes and pursed her lips trying to prevent pee
splash from getting in.  Just then Harry's door opened and in
walked a four year old White blonde hair girl.  She was wearing a
pink sun dress, a small brim hat and black shoes.

Mrs. Dack stood up from the sofa and took her daughters hand and
walked with to the edge of the wading pool.  Mrs. Cabot was just
finishing peeing on the Lettie.

"Hand me a pair of gloves Harry," Carol asked.

Harry went to his desk and pulled out a pair of latex gloves and
handed them to Carol.

"Lean forward with your head Tasheka," ordered Mrs. Cabot.

Tasheka leaned forward and Carol squatted down a bit then back
herself up a little so her anus was in line with Tasheka's head.
She reached her hand around and grabbed a handful of Tasheka's
wet hair and used it to wipe her anus.  Several times she took
different parts of Tasheka's hair and wiped her anus with it.

"I should nice and clean down there," Mrs. Cabot laughed as she
stepped out of the pool.  Harry, Martha and MaryAnn laughed along
with her.

"Why are those darkies in the pool, Mommy?" the girl asked with a
look of consternation on her face.

"These darkies, sweetie, are turds floating in a pool," her
mother pointed out.

"What's a turd mommy?" asked the four year old as she put her
index finger to the side of her mouth staring at Lettie and
Leasha.

"Turds are black people sweetie.  They like this," smiled Mrs.
Dack as she waved at the pool.

"Do darkies like to be peed and pooped on?" the four year old
asked as she stared at Tasheka.  Tasheka looked away with
downcast eyes, red with embarrassment and shame.

"Darkies love to be peed and pooped on honey; it puts them in
their proper place."

"How come Mr. Harry has his thingie out?" asked the girl staring
at Harry.

Harry smiled when Mrs. Dack replied, "Seeing niggers acting like
turds excites him honey.  Now you run along.  We have business to
discuss with Mr. Harry."

When the girl left the room Mrs. Dack, Mrs. Maday and Mrs. Cabot
sat down on the couch.  The three women had their thighs apart
and were rubbing their crotches through their sun dresses.

Harry looked at the three in wading pool, "You three turds play
in the pool while we talk business."

Leasha and Lettie smiled and took a handful of pee and splashed
each other with it.  Then they took two handfuls and splashed
Tasheka who closed her eyes and turned her head as the pee
splashed her face.

"Harry can you please open the windows?  The smell is getting
awful."

Harry laughed and opened several windows.  He turned to them,
"How much space is the White Redeemer church looking for on
campus?"

As Harry and the three women talked Leasha pushed around the pool
two turds with her index finger.  Lettie scooted over to Tasheka
and asked, "Yous like being here Miz Tasheka?"

Tasheka looked at the smiling seven year old, "Yes honey, eyes
like being here wit yous." Tasheka winkled her nose at the smell.
 The ointment was just wearing off but not fast enough.

"Diz ain't so bad Miz Tasheka.  Just have ta gets used to da
smell," giggled the girl.

Tasheka smiled and took a handful of pee and splashed into
Lettie's mouth.  The seven year old gagged and coughed then
laughed as she splashed Tasheka back.  Tasheka and Lettie were
laughing as they splashed each other trying to get the pee into
each other's mouths.

Mrs. Cabot looked over at the wading pool, "Isn't it cute to see
niggers enjoying themselves?"

Everybody laughed.  The wad of toilet paper on Lettie's and
Leasha's head had turned to white streaks down the sides of their
faces.

After about twenty minutes Tasheka and girl's hands and feet were
getting wrinkly.  Harry walked over to them, "Get out of the pool
carefully and use my shower in the bathroom to clean yourselves
up.  Then come back out here."

Tasheka, Leasha and Lettie carefully stood up in the pool and
stepped over the side.  They used the plastic mat to walk into
Harry's private bathroom.

The three of them stood in the shower, Leasha on one side of
Tasheka and Lettie on the other.  Both girls started to rub
between Tasheka's legs with soap and a wash cloth.  Tasheka
supported herself against the shower wall as both girls rubbed
and poked her pussy and anus.  Tasheka started with a low moan
and moving her hips to the rubbing motion.  Both girls were
giggling and laughing as Tasheka worked her climax.  Here she was
a professor of black history and two little black girls were
masturbating her.  She didn't care, it felt good.

The bathroom door opened and Harry walked in, "Hurry up Tasheka.
We have one more thing to do before you can go home for the day."

Leasha and Lettie let go of Tasheka and quickly washed their
hair.  Tasheka was taking deep breaths and trying to compose
herself.  `I have to get those little black fingers in my pussy
again,' Tasheka thought.

Tasheka and the girls came out of the bathroom all dry and clean.
 Four black men dressed in uniforms of the University maintenance
department had drained the pool and were neatly folding it up. 
Tasheka and the girls stood there as the four black men left the
room.

The three white ladies stood up.  Tasheka's eyes went wide when
she noticed that a protrusion from their waists poked out from
each of their sun dresses.  Strap on dildo's.  `Now what?'
thought Tasheka as Leasha and Lettie giggled.

"Take your pick ladies," smiled Harry as he stroked his cock
again.

"I want Tasheka!" Mrs. Cabot said first.  "I want her uppity
nigger cunt on the end of my strap-on."

"I'll take the niglet seven year old," Martha pointed at Lettie.

"Then I'll the nine year old on my strap-on," MaryAnn laughed.

"On your knees Tasheka.  Right here!" Carol pointed in front of
her.  Tasheka gulped and walked over to her.  Carol took a pair
of latex gloves from the pocket of her sun dress.  Tasheka
kneeled in front of Carol and looked up at her the woman was
still wearing her wide brim sun hat.  Carol snapped the gloves in
place.

"I don't want to catch any nigger diseases when I touch you!"
Carol sneered as she lifted her sun dress.  "Now suck me!"

MaryAnn looked at Carol and asked, "Say isn't that the strap-on
your daughter used this morning to butt fuck that nigger male?"

"Yes and this bitch is going to clean it off!" Carol hissed.

Tasheka put her mouth on the strap-on.  It was a long thick one.
She could tasted the ass of whoever it was used on.

Martha pulled her sun dress up.  "Come here niglet," she said as
she snapped her latex gloves on.  She held out her arms and
Lettie held out her arms.  Martha picked up the seven year old
and set her down on the strap-on.  "Cling to me like a baby chimp
would and don't you let go."

"Yes Miz!" Lettie replied as she moved her hips around trying to
position the strap-on comfortably inside her small pussy.  Then
she wrapped her arms and legs around Mrs. Maday planting her head
in the woman's bosom.  Martha walked around the room, she said
smiling, "This is my pet chimp, my little niglet chimp."  She
stuck her fingers in the seven year olds mouth running her latex
covered fingers along the girl's teeth and gums.  "Suck my
fingers chimp, just like you did with your whore'n momma's tit."
Lettie suckled on woman's fingers.

Mrs. Dack sat on the couch and put her latex gloves on.  "Come
here you black head," she ordered Leasha.  "Climb up and put
yourself backwards on my strap-on.  I don't want to see your ugly
face!" MaryAnn hissed.

Leasha quickly jumped up on the sofa, swung her feet around
straddling the woman and planted her pussy on the strap-on then
settled her weight on it.  Harry walked over and stuck his cock
in the girl's face.  "Suck it, niglet!" and Leasha leaned forward
and wrapped her mouth around Harry's cock.

"You know Harry," said Carol as she pulled her sun dress off of
Tasheka's head and looked down on her as she bobbed her head back
and forth.  "White people are talking about how to have dominate
sex with niggers."

"I know that is why the university hopes that your church will
start an educational program here." Harry replied as she took
hold of Leasha's head movements.

"It seems to be a topic being discussed everywhere in the Valley,
in any context...except our church," grunted Martha as Lettie
bounced a little on her waist and sucked on her fingers.

"Sex with niggers is not a common topic in our church.  It is new
to our church." MaryAnn said as she looked at Leasha bouncing on
her strap-on.  "Whether it's because we think our Redeemer is
embarrassed by sex with these black animals, or we're embarrassed
about it because of our misplaced white prudeness."

Carol looked down at Tasheka and then gently started rubbing her
ears, "When it is preached on by Reverend Hurst or discussed at
our social gatherings, it is almost always in a negative light. 
It is true that the majority of the time when the Book of White
Truth talks explicitly about sex with the niggers it is in the
context of sexual immorality."

Martha turned around facing Harry, "Here's a truth that many
white people have never heard from the pulpit of Reverend Hurst.
The Redeemer does not hate white people having sex with these
black animals.  In fact, the Redeemer loves it when white people
have sex with the niggers!  The reason the Book of White Truth
addresses sex with these nigger animals is not to keep us away
from degrading the black heads but to tell us how to enjoy it
best."

Martha backed herself up to Harry's desk, resting her ass on the
corner and putting her hands behind to support her weight and
Lettie.  Mrs. Maday was breathing harder now as her clit was
being rubbed up and down by the strap-on.

"That doesn't make any sense, Martha," Harry moaned as nine year
old Leasha licked the underside of his cock.

Carol stepped back from Tasheka, "Bend over the couch, whore,"
she hissed.  Then she looked at Harry.  "It is very simple Harry.
 In the Book of White Truth sections 5 and 6, the Redeemer
addresses the issue of sex with these niggers outside of the
church and pleads with church members to put the darkies in
sexual servitude, the way it was a long time ago."

Tasheka bent over the sofa to the right of Mrs. Maday and Leasha.
 Carol stepped up behind Tasheka stuck her latex gloved finger
into Tasheka's cunt.  "My, my Tasheka, you're nice and wet for
me."

"Yez'em Miz Carol," Tasheka panted moving her ass in time to
Carol's fingering.

"I still don't understand what your church is trying to do,"
Harry had look of lust as the seven year old took his cock all
the way into her mouth.

Carol removed her finger from Tasheka's cunt and pushed the long
thick strap-on into Tasheka.  Tasheka grunted and Carol laughed.

Carol continued, "Harry, although the Book speaks strongly
against sexual sin within the church, the Book is doing so
because the church of all institutions in the Valley is in the
position to enjoy sexual domination of the black race in the
fullness of white beauty and joy with which it is ordained.  The
Book is telling the church how to have great perverted sex with
niggers by breaking through the past lies keeping white people
from enjoying sexual domination of Blacks."

Carol started to pump in and out of Tasheka.  She put her hands
on Tasheka's waist to steady her thrusts.  Tasheka's body rocked
back and forth over the sofa.  Listening to the conversation was
turning her on, the three ladies and Harry weren't even paying to
attention to them.

Martha added, "Putting the coons in sexual servitude is something
the Redeemer created and is thus something the Redeemer loves. 
As white people, we shouldn't be afraid to talk about it. We
shouldn't be afraid to study the Redeemer's word for what it says
about nigger sexual servitude.  The Book of White Truth tells us
how to have great perverted sex with the coons.  It tells us how
to be content in our sexual mastery over the niggers."

Martha started humping her hips up and down pushing the strap-on
into seven year old Lettie.  The black girl was smiling as she
wrapped her legs tighter around Mrs. Maday.  Martha groaned and
grunted and grabbed the seven year old in fit of orgasm.  Lettie
giggled and clung tighter to her.

"Ah, fucking nigger, fuck, fuck, fuck," Martha screamed as she
grabbed Lettie around the waist and moved her body ever so
slightly which caused the felt to rub her clit.  Martha went weak
in the knees and crashed to floor.

Harry groaned as he grabbed Leasha's head and held it steady,
shooting his white stuff down the nine year olds throat.  MaryAnn
grabbed Leasha's hips and pumped her hips up, hard, then screamed
as she came.  Leasha was choking on Harry's cock as Mrs. Dack
kept jamming her strap-on up her little cunt.  MaryAnn screamed
and jerked as she came.  Leasha was trying to hold on but the
Mrs. Dack was bucking widely.

Carol was pumping Tasheka from behind and groaning softly, almost
like little squeaks.  She reached around with her right hand and
put it in Tasheka's mouth feeling her teeth, gums and tongue. 
Then Carol laid down on Tasheka's back and slowly stopped pumping
Tasheka.  Tasheka was surprised that Mrs. Cabot wasn't a screamer
or a moaner it was almost like she internalized her orgasm,
sharing it only with herself and not anybody else.

Tasheka, Lettie and Leasha were standing in the middle of the
office waiting for Harry and the three women to straighten
themselves up.

Harry looked over at Tasheka and the girls, "One last thing
before I let you go." He walked over to his desk and pressed a
button.  Music came on but it was music that Tasheka had never
heard before.  Lettie and Leash looked at each other.  It was a
thumping kind of music.

"One of my students found this song in the digital song library.
It was recorded in the last century by a group of niggers calling
themselves `Nigga's in da Hood'.

Carol, MaryAnn and Martha giggled at the name.  Harry almost
laughed also but only smiled as he looked at Tasheka.  "We want
to see you dance to this shit.  Dance like your ancestors did to
this crap!"

The singer started up.  Tasheka remembered that the singer of
this type of song was called a `rapper'.  Black singers and bands
were obsessed with singing about degrading sex with the black
girl.  Treating the black woman like she was lower than a dog.

Rapper:

What's up dawg?
Let's go roll to the club, ya dig?
Call Ke'noe, Jamal and um let all my nigga's have it.

Chorus:

Doing my club thang, getting my cock on
Swing'en my cock and sipping on thug passion
Doing my club thang, getting my cock on
And watching dem nigga hoes taking dare clothes off

Tasheka looked around the room.  The three women were smiling at
her waiting for her to start dancing.  Tasheka put her arms over
her head and clasped her hands and started swinging her hips. 
Her breasts were bouncing back and forth.  Lettie and Leasha put
their hands to their mouths and giggled as they watched Tasheka.

Chorus:

Put your drank down nigga, get yous cock up nigga
Put your drank down nigga, get yous cock up nigga
Put your drank down nigga, get yous cock up nigga
Put your drank down nigga, get yous cock up nigga

Tasheka was getting into the thumping sound of the music as she
moved her legs back and forth and side to side.  Carol, MaryAnn
and Martha clapped excitedly as Tasheka got into the music.

Rapper:

Hoody hooo in da speaker, nigga girls bouncing and tweaking dare
nipples
Yous baby nigga on stage, dawg I knows yous feel played
But I ain't tripping, steady sipping, getting harder den a dawg
Ask yous old lady nigga, eyes a no limit pimp gangsta
We won't fall, cause I'm gonna fuck her in a stall
Drink till I fall, pass it dawg, yous hoe shaking like a dawg
Two minutes, I'm in it, won't doubt dat I finish wit yous baby
nigga
That bitch know I'm no fucking limit, so she know I'm a pin it
What's my name
Chorus:  Nigga
And what I used to be
Chorus:  A murderer
And when I hit it, what I'm a do
Chorus:  Fuck the nigga bitch
And why you let me hit it
Chorus:  She deserve it

Lettie and Leasha got into the music beat.  They turned and faced
each other and started rubbing their flat chests together, their
arms twirling at their sides.  Tasheka brought her arms down,
cupped her hands and started gyrating around the room.  Harry had
to get out of Tasheka's way.  The three women laughed and pointed
at the two girls then Tasheka.

Chorus:

Doing my club thang, getting my cock on
Swing'en my cock and sipping on thug passion
Doing my club thang, getting my cock on
And watching dem nigga hoes taking dare clothes off

Lettie and Leasha stepped away from each other and started to
lift their legs up and down, swinging their arms up and down and
nodding their heads.  Tasheka had her eyes closed as she
straightened her shoulders, planted her feet and purposely swung
her breasts back and forth.

Rapper:

Do my nigga's run dees motherfucken hoes (hell yeah)
Now do my nigga's run dees motherfucken hoes (hell yeah)
Or do da bitches run dees motherfuckers (hell no)
Or do da bitches run dees motherfuckers (hell no)
Lemme hear you say we true fuckin nigga pimps
(we true fuckin nigga pimps)
I thought dem motherfuckers told ya
(I thought dem motherfuckers told ya)
So lemme see what stupit nigga cunt I'm working wit
(So lemme see what stupit nigga cunt I'm working wit)

Tasheka stopped shaking her breasts and ran her hands down along
the inside of her thighs and rubbing around her clit.  Lettie and
Leasha quickly lined up on either side of Tasheka and mimic her
movements, running their hands down along the inside of their
thighs and rubbing their little clits.

Carol, MaryAnn and Martha were clapping their hands to the beat
of the music and bouncing back and forth on the sofa with big
smiles on their faces.

Chorus:

Doing my club thang, getting my cock on
Swing'en my cock and sipping on thug passion
Doing my club thang, getting my cock on
And watching dem nigga hoes taking dare clothes off


Rapper:

Pull my cock out and let's get real wit it
Get off da dance floor nigga hoe if yous can't deal wit it
Still with it, pull my cock cock out
Dees nigga's hoes right here bout to get fucked up
(so what you saying)
Fuck them other nigga's cause I'm down with my nigga hoes
Nigga's step out if yous bout fuck yous hoes, listen up nigga
hoes
If you spill my cums on me nigga hoe (you getting fucked up hoe)
If you step on my shoes nigga hoe (you getting fucked up nigga
hoe)
If you look at me hard nigga hoe (you getting fucked up nigga
hoe)
If you say something wrong nigga hoe (you getting fucked up nigga
hoe)
Get fucked up nigga hoe, get fucked up nigga hoe, get fucked up
nigga hoe

Chorus:

Doing my club thang, getting my cock on
Swing'en my cock and sipping on thug passion
Doing my club thang, getting my cock on
And watching dem nigga hoes taking dare clothes off

The music faded away and Tasheka, Lettie and Leasha where
breathing hard, sweat rolling off their bodies.

Harry walked over to his desk and pressed the button, "You just
heard the savagery of the black animal in that song."

Carol was laughing and clapping her hands. "That was so cute! I
think these niggers will do."

MaryAnn laughed, "No wonder white society doesn't respect these
black animals, they don't even respect themselves!"

Martha leaned back on the sofa looking at Carol and MaryAnn, "We
can bring in some coons to the White Redeemer and show the
congregation that there is nothing to fear from these animals."

"Then it's settled ladies? I can set aside a room here on campus
for your special activities?"

"Most certainly Harry," Carol Cabot replied.

*

Tasheka pulled into her driveway and into the garage.  Her knees
were sore from her doggie training with Tracy and would be sore
from her dancing.  She wondered if anybody was home yet.  The
twins might be home but certainly not Tasha.  As she walked up
the stairs Tasha was walking down the stairs.

"Oh, hi honey, didn't think you would be home yet," Tasheka
greeted her daughter.

"Hi momma, I got home a little while ago and decided to freshen
up," Tasha said nervously.  She had on her white business blouse
and knee length black skirt and three inch black pumps.

"Are you working late tonight?" Tasheka said looking her daughter
up and down.

"Yeah, you could say that.  We have an important client to take
care off tonight, paperwork and such," Tasha hoped her lie was
convincing.  "What are you doing home so early?"

"Um, well, we have a meeting of the professors this evening so I
came home to freshen up," Tasheka hid her lie.  "I'll be down in
a minute."

Tasha looked at her watch it was 5pm she had an hour before she
was to be at the club.  She would take the bus.

Tasha made a sandwich and poured a glass of milk.  Tasheka came
down dress as she would for teaching.  She sat across from her
daughter.

"So how has work been?" Tasheka asked.

"It's been good, busy, but good."

"Won any big cases lately?" her mother smiled.

Tasha shook her head.  "We haven't had anything big in a while
come through.  "I am doing a rape case but that should be
finished up soon.  How `bout you? Anything interesting at the
university?"

"Just the same ole stuff like trying to drum Black history into
the thick skulls of the students."

Tasha and Tasheka both had their minds elsewhere each thinking
what their evening at the Young Girl club will be like.

Tasheka got up and made herself a sandwich.  The conversation
dragged.

"The twins must be busy, huh?" Tasha asked.

"There're busy with theater."

Tasha looked at her watch and stood up.  "I have to go momma or
I'll be late for the meeting.  I shouldn't be out to long
tonight."

The front door opened and the twins walked in laughing and
giggling.  They walked into the kitchen.

"Hi momma, hi Tasha," both said as they set their back packs
down.

"Hey kids, how was your day?"

Diane laughed, "We're ready for the weekend!"

"What do you kids have planned for tonight?" Tasheka asked.

"We're going out with a bunch of our friends.  Can you lend us
some money?" Jack asked with a hopeful look on his face.

Tasheka opened her purse and poked around.  She had a large wad
of cash from today's activities.  She gave both kids a fifty
dollar bill saying, "Don't spend it all in one place."

"Thanks mom!" the twins said as they snatched the money from her
hand.  They looked at Tasha.  "You working late tonight, sis?"

"We have a special client at the firm tonight." Tasha said as she
grabbed her purse.  She had butterflies in her stomach as she
looked at the twins and her mother.  "I'm gonna catch the bus. 
Don't wait up for me."

Jack and Diane yelled, "See you later, Tasha!"

Tasheka stood up too.  "Who are you all going out with?"

"Bobby and a couple of guys want to go see a movie," Jack lied.

"And Megan, me and Alyssa want to hang out at the mall," Diane
lied.

"Ok then don't get into any trouble you two.  I shouldn't be out
late." Tasheka smiled.

"When's our curfew?" Jack asked.

"How about 10pm?"

"Oh mom! Come on, can't we just stay out a little later tonight?"
the twins whined.

"Ok, ok, be home by 1130," laughed Tasheka.

"Thanks mom, you're the best!" the twins said as they grabbed
their backpacks and went up stairs.

Tasheka had butterflies in her stomach too.  Seven year old
Angelica was waiting for her.

Tasheka got in her car and drove off for the Young Girl.  Tasha
was sitting on the bus heading for the Young Girl.

The twins came back down stairs after their mother left.  "You
think momma believed us?" asked Diane.

"Of course she did, silly.  Now let's change into our party
cloths." Jack smiled.

Tasheka drove around to the rear of the club.  She noticed that
there was already a line of young girls waiting at for their turn
to get in.  Tasheka guessed their ages ranged in age from five
years to sixteen years.  She saw all manners of dress, from the
slutty look on several five year olds to the dominatrix look of
the older teen girls.

Tasheka walked up to the employee entrance.  The sign on the door
said to `knock' to be let in.  Tasheka knocked twice and the door
swung open.  The woman who opened door took Tasheka's breath
away.

The woman's name tag identified her as `Julie Swan, MD' the
second line read `Doctor of Psychology'.  Tasheka looked the
woman up and down.  Her hair was in pigtails with each tail held
in place by a small two inch dildo.  She had heavy red lipstick
and light eye liner.  The white t-shirt she was wearing was one
or two sizes too small as her nipples were poking through. 
Besides her name tag the t-shirt had emblazoned on the front `I
love to be butt fucked' and underneath that was `Ask me about our
two for one Specials'.  Dr. Swan wore a short denim skirt with
pink ruffles around the bottom.  She had white thigh high
stockings with a pink bow at the top and pink six inch heels.

Tasheka was astonished but asked anyway, "You're a doctor?"

"And you're the nigger whore who is here for her training?"
smiled Dr. Swan.

That shocked Tasheka.  "Ah, yes I am."

"Good, little Angelica will be most happy you're here."

"Where can I find her?"

"Upstairs second door on the left," Dr. Swan replied.

The place was mostly dark with weak light bulbs barely providing
light.  Plus it smelled of sex, cheap perfume and more sex.

Tasheka scooted around Dr. Swan when two young girls came
bounding up to Dr. Swan.  "Dr. Swan, Dr. Swan, Denise and me..."

"Denise and I," corrected Dr. Swan as she smiled at the two
youngsters with eager looks on their faces.

The young girl shrugged her shoulders, "Denise and I have twenty
dollars and we want to butt fuck you."

"You know girls that twenty dollars only gets you five minutes
each with my butt?" replied Dr. Swan.

"Yeah we know," the girls pouted.  But then both young faces
brightened up.  "Just think of how much fun we can have poking
your poopie for five minutes."

Dr. Julie Swan laughed and asked, "Ok, ok, where do you want my
anus?"

"Right here, right here," Denise and the girl giggled as they
slung their backpacks off and pulled out their strap-on's.

Tasheka headed up stairs staring over her shoulder at Dr. Swan
and the two young girls.  When she turned forward she saw a woman
spread eagled restrained on the wall at the landing.  She had
duck tape on her mouth and her eyes were covered with a blind
fold.  Tasheka gulped as she walked past.  Two older teenage
girls were tormenting the woman.  One had a feather duster and
was tickling the woman's side and the other was jamming her index
finger into the woman's pussy and tweaking and pulling the
nipples of the woman with her other hand.

Both girls were laughing at the woman's discomfort when Tasheka
walked past them.  They both stopped what they were doing and
watched Tasheka.  The woman restrained on the wall started to
complain when the tormenting had stopped.  Tasheka could hear a
muffled "hey, come on keep goin."

Tasheka continued walking up the stairs ignoring the stares of
the two teens.  As she walked down the hallway she could here
moans, groans and screams with lots of little girl laughing mixed
in.  She stood before the second door and took a deep breath and
opened it.

*

Tasha got off the bus about a half block from the Young Girl
club.  She noticed that there was line down the sidewalk.  She
looked at her watch.  She had ten minutes before she had to meet
the Snyder twins.  She quickly walked down the sidewalk past the
young girls dressed in all manner of clothes.  She figured that
she better not wait in line so she walked to the entrance of the
club.  There stood a woman in her thirties with a pony tail and
denim t-shirt that said "Spank Me" and a denim skirt.  The woman
had blue knee high socks and black Mary Jane shoes.  The woman's
name tag said her name was "Mrs. Meehan, Fourth grade teacher".

As Tasha walked up the Mrs. Meehan asked, "Can I help you honey?"

A couple of girls near the front of the line said, "She's not a
honey.  She's a fucking nigger animal!" and they all laughed.

Tasha ignored the comment.  "Ah, my name's LaTasha Black and I'm
here to see someone at 6pm?"

"Yeah? Who might that be," Mrs. Meehan paused looking at the
girls in line. "Nigger!" and the girls laughed again.

Before Tasha could reply Mrs. Meehan looked on her clip board. 
"Nope don't see no LaTasha Black.  Who was it you're supposed to
see?"

"Um, their names are Sally Snyder and Sarah Snyder." Tasha
replied.  She was fidgeting with her fingers.

Mrs. Meehan looked at her clip board again and said, "Nope, no
Sally or Sarah Snyder."

Tasha looked at her watch.  She had five minutes to six.

One of the girls standing in line said, "You can be my bitch for
night if that'll get you in." there was more snickering from the
line of girls.

`Think Tasha think, what would the twins put you under?' Tasha
thought as she kept fidgeting.  "Um, look under monkey."

Mrs. Meehan flipped a couple pages on her clip board as the girls
laughed.  "Yep, here you are monkey, LaTasha Black." Mrs. Meehan
smiled.

The woman stepped aside as Tasha opened the door.  Loud music,
the heavy scent of sex and perfume attacked her nostrils.

It was dark inside but there were lights around the stage and
dance floor.  Tasha waited a moment to let her eyes adjust to the
dark.

As Tasha walked forward she heard. "Hey nigger over here!" waved
one of the twins.  Tasha took a deep breath and promised herself
that she would keep the twins names correct in her mind.

The table was full of teen girls.  "All girlfriends of the
Snyder's no doubt," thought Tasha.

The twins stood up and Tasha walked over to them.  She leaned
over lifted one skirt and stuck her nose in the ass of the girl.
She took a deep breath and stood up.  "Evening Miss Sarah."

"Aren't you going to say hi to me also?" asked Sally when Tasha
didn't move fast enough.

Tasha walked around, leaned in, lifted Sally's skirt and took a
deep breath.  "Evening Miss Sally."

The other six girls sitting around the table were impressed. 
"Kneel between us nigger," ordered Sarah.

An almost nude woman came over to their table who was the
waitress.  She had long red hair pulled back in a pony tail and
wore a simple white skirt that wrapped around her waist and
barely covered her crotch, white tennis shoes with frilly white
socks and a pink push up bra.

"Hi, girls," she said with a nervous smile, "What can I get ya?"

One of them replied, "How `bout a French kiss on my asshole
followed by kiss on my pussy?"  The girls burst out laughing. 
Tasha smiled.

The waitress looked flustered, "I'm sorry but I don't think we
serve drinks with names like that here."

The girls at the table laughed even harder.  "What a dumb shit of
a woman you are!" laughed Sally.  "You're a teacher aren't you?"

"Um, well, yes" the waitress stammered.

The girl who made the joke pulled out a ten dollar bill and waved
it at the waitress.  "Listen shit for brains, I'll pay you to do
that to me!"

The waitress stuttered, "We have good time pussies walking around
for that.  I can go get one of them if you want."

"Don't bother.  Just get us soda's all around," laughed the girl.

Tasha had a chance to look around as she knelt between Sarah and
Sally.  To her left she saw the young girls, girls probably five
to eight years old congregating around a two stages.  The women
there were wearing skimpy Barbie outfits and skimpy fairy tale
outfits.  The youngsters were laughing, yelling, screaming and
waving their dollars at the women as they pole danced for the
youngsters.

Over at one table Tasha noticed three little girls waving money
at three women standing under a sign that read "Good Time
Pussies".  The women standing under the sign had "whore' written
all over them.  Their hair, make-up, clothes and heels made the
woman look like street walkers.  The three women walked over and
talked with the girls.  The three women took the money from the
girls and crawled under the table.  In no time the three
youngsters were laughing, giggling and squirming in their seats.

At the bar sat a row of teen girls.  On top of the bar were two
women dancers.  The women were pretty good dancers because they
deftly stepped around the drinks on the bar as they shook their
ass's in front of the teens.  One of the teens leaned forward and
quickly inserted a tightly rolled dollar into the woman's anus. 
The other girls laughed.  The woman turned around and blew the
teen a kiss.

Over on the right was the area that had pre-teen girls.  The
women were dressed like school girls and teachers.  One of the
women dressed as a teacher was giving a lap dance to girl.  The
girl was slapping and pinching the woman's breasts as she gyrated
up and down on the girl.

Sally leaned over in her seat, "So monkey, do you think this is
place is a whore house?"

Tasheka was wet between her legs just watching the older women
laughing and giggling with the young girls.  Some girls were
waving money and others were standing around talking to the
women.

"No Miz Sally, diz not be a hoe house," Tasha said as she looked
around.

The girls looked over to the right and saw four girls five or six
years old chasing a woman waving their strap-on's at her.  They
were hitting the poor woman with their strap-on's as they dodged
between the tables.

Sally leaned over and said to Tasha over the thumping sound of
the music, "Everybody wins monkey.  Everybody gets what they
want.  The women get sexually satisfied and make money and young
girls learn about their preferences for sex.  Just like Sarah and
I did."

Tasha looked at the young girls who were laughing and woman they
chasing had a big smile on her face, "Yez'em Miz Sally."

"Come nigger, enough of this," Sarah said standing up.  Sarah,
Sally and Tasha walked down the hallway and out the back door to
a secluded area behind the club.

"This is where Mrs. Johnson wanted to go when we offered her
money for her anus," Sally pointed at the old couch.

"Dis monkey don't unner stant, Miss Sally.  Yous said dat Mrs.
Johnson didn't takes yous money." Tasha asked.

"She didn't take our money.  She sat down on this couch and
tossed the twenty at us."

Just then the back door opened and a laughing woman and a
giggling little girl stumbled out into the lot.  The woman was
wearing a Goldilocks outfit and the little girl was wearing her
school uniform.

"Do you mind?" Sally asked the two.

"Sorry," said the woman.

"Come on Mrs. Jacobs let's find a better place!" the girl said.

"So what happened next Miss Sarah?" Tasha continued.

Sally stepped forward, "The bitch spread her legs and started
masturbating herself right in front of us."

"It was like she was daring us to do something about it," Sarah
added.

"So yous both took advantage of her?"

"Yes, monkey we did," Sarah said as she stroked Tasha arm.  Tasha
felt her pussy get very wet at the touch of the girl.

"At first she screamed then she met our thrusts with her hips and
legs.  She was screaming out that she really enjoyed it." Sally
smiled as she ran her hands down Tasha's back.

"Why do yous think Mrs. Johnson pressed charges?"

Sally replied, "Because she felt ashamed of what she did,
enticing us, daring us to fuck her.  She would come to the club
every Friday but would always refuse the advances of the girls. 
This time I think she wanted to try sex so she picked us."

"So monkey, we did something for you now you do something for
us," smiled Sarah as she took Tasha's hand.  Tasha's heart
skipped a beat and her adrenaline pumped up.

"What, what do yous wants me ta do?" stammered Tasha.

"Our pretty little nigger monkey, just wait, you'll see," Sally
smiled.

They went back inside the club and up the stairs.  They walked
past a white woman who was bent over a table by the employee
entrance.  A little girl was standing a chair thrusting her
strap-on into the anus of the woman.  The girl was moving her
hips in a circular motion and waving her hands over her head,
laughing.  The woman taking the strap-on had a grimace on her
face.  As they walked upstairs they past a woman spread eagled on
the wall.  Two teens were tormenting her with a large vibrating
dildo against her cunt and tickling her with feathers.  Both
teens stopped what they were doing and looked at Tasha as she
walked by.

"Another nigger?" one teen asked.

"Must be nigger night or something," replied the other.

Sarah and Sally ignored the two teens as they went to the top of
the stairs.

The girls walked Tasha down to the third door on the left and
opened it.

*

Diane came bounding down the stairs when the door bell rang. 
Alyssa, Megan, Bobby, Joey, and Nick came into the house.  "Hi,
guys!" Diane smiled.

"Where's Jack? Let's go," yelled Bobby.

"Where's your mom and sister?" Megan asked.

"Both have to work late."

"Like your shirt, D!" Alyssa smiled.

Diane was wearing a pink halter top that had "Everyone Should Own
a Nigger" on the front of it and cut off denim shorts that came
to her crotch.

"Won't your mom get pissed if you see's you wearing that?" asked
Joey.

"Oh yeah really pissed so I just have to make sure she doesn't,"
Diane laughed.

Alyssa was wearing a one piece shirt that came to mid-thigh and
Megan had on a white poodle skirt with a pink blouse.

"You girls have your strap-on?" Alyssa asked as she pulled her
out of the shopping bag and waved at Diane and Megan.  The boys
laughed looking at Alyssa's twelve inch blue dildo.

Megan and Diane pulled out their strap-ons.  Diane had a shorter
pink colored dildo that was ten inches long but the head of the
plastic cock was more round making the tip bigger than a normal
dildo tip would be.  Megan had a twelve inch multi-colored
strap-on that was ribbed all the way around.

 The three teens held their strap-on's up and said, "We're gonna
stick some pussy on the end of this tonight!" then they giggled.

Bobby said, "Yeah, yeah, sure but can you use?"

Joey and Nick burst out laughing.

"Fuck you Bobby!" Megan laughed.  "At least we'll get some!"

"When's your curfew? Mine is at 1100," Alyssa asked.

"My mom said we could come home at 1130," Jack said as he bounded
down the stairs.

"Good let's go!" Joey urged everybody out the door.

"How much money do you guys have?" Diane asked.  "Our mom gave us
fifty each."

Bobby said he had twenty-five dollars, Alyssa had thirty, Joey
had twenty and the kids gave him a hard time and Nick said he had
thirty.

"Well, I don't know about you guys but I want to put something on
the end of cock tonight!" Jack laughed.

"Always talking shit, Jack!" Alyssa replied.

"Joey might get lucky and get a blow job and an ass lick!" teased
Diane.

"Joey would be lucky to get any woman to look at him!" Nick
laughed.

"Fuck you Nick!" Joey replied.

The bus arrived at the bus stop and the kids got on.

"So Diane what are you going to do with the fifty you have?"
Megan asked as she sat down next to Diane.

""Hmm, I want to fuck something special tonight, something I
haven't tried before," Diane chuckled.

"I'm gonna fuck some bitch with big tits tonight!" Jack yelled
out.

The kids all said, "Shut up Jack!" and they all laughed.

Jack looked out the window of the bus wondering how he was going
to pull this off.  He thought back to earlier in the week.  He
and guys were taking a shower after gym class when one the guys
commented on the length of appendage.  Jack made the comment that
at full length it was eleven inches long and all Valley meat. 
Another asked him if he had fucked any women with it yet and of
course Jack said `several bitches' without thinking.  As word
made it around school about his male appendage Jack's tales got
bigger and bigger.  It was all fifteen year old bravado around
his friends now he had to prove himself to those same friends. 
Bobby, Joey and Nick made Jack promise that they could watch him
`spear' the bitch he chose tonight.

The kids got off the bus just down the street from the Young Girl
club.  The line was still kind of long.  Diane, Alyssa and Megan
split off from the boys.  The boys headed down to a bar called
the "The Kids Hang-out" where boys could order women from the
Young Girl club.

The girls stood in line talking.  "So what kind of bitch do you
want to fuck tonight, Diane?" asked Alyssa.

"I don't know, just something different.  I mean if I'll know it
if I see it."

"Well, I'm gonna blow my money on the `Good Time Pussies' at
least I know what I'm getting there," Megan replied.  "What about
you Alyssa?"

Alyssa had thirty dollars, "I think I'm gonna ass fuck a teacher,
hopefully to a teacher that I know."

"Cool!" replied Megan and Diane.

Standing in front to the girls were two little blonde hair girls
both wearing blue pastel colored pajamas with flower patterns. 
Both girls were holding teddy bears.

Megan asked the girls, "What's up with the teddy bears?"

Both girls turned around.  Sticking out the front of their pajama
bottoms was a long pink strap-on that was ribbed all the way
around.  The strap-on's waved back and forth in front the girls
as they turned.  "Their comfort teddy," the one on the left said.

"What's a comfort teddy?" Diane smiled as she looked at the
strap-on's waving back and forth.

"Women always cry because of what we do to them.  We give them
our comfort teddy's so that they can feel better," the girl on
the right replied.

 "Oh" was all Diane said.

"Do want to know what we do to them?" asked the other with an
innocent look on her face.

"I don't think we want to know what you do to women you rent,"
Alyssa replied.

"It was our mommy's idea for the comfort bears," smiled the girl
on the left.  The line moved forward a little and both girls
turned and walked forward.


*

The boys sat down in a booth along the wall of the bar.  On the
table was an order card where the boy could check off the type of
woman he wanted.  The waitress would call over to the Young Girl
and somebody would quote a price.

Jack filled out the card looking for a woman with dark skin, big
tits, petite figure and shoulder length hair.  He filled in the
square next to "Ass Fuck".  Bobby, Joey and Nick filled out their
cards.

Joey leaned over and looked at Jack's card, "I don't think they
have niggers over there, Jack."

"Not looking for a nigger, but if one presented itself, I
wouldn't turn the bitch down," Jack nervously chuckled.

"Say, you have fucked before right?" Bobby asked.  "I mean all
week you've been talking shit."

"I ain't talking shit!" Jack made a face and replied, "Beside, I
have had several bitches!"

The three boys looked at Jack and Jack asked with an innocent
look on his face, "What?"

*

As Tasheka stepped into the room she saw Angelica, Cassidy and
Jessie sitting on the couch.  The three girls were seven years
old and in the second grade.  Angelica Mills the daughter of
Trudy Mills was Tasheka's `owner and trainer' and the girl who
pimped her out.

On the floor in front of the girls on her hands and knees was a
black woman.  The three youngsters had their feet propped up on
her back.  Standing off to the side of the room was Trudy Mills
with a smile on her face holding the leash.  Clover and Garrika
still had their poodle hoods on and were sitting at her side. 
Trudy was still wearing her knee high black boots with a denim
skirt and a denim vest with no bra.  Her blonde hair was still in
bun on the top of her head.  Tasheka could see the nipple clamps
with a chain attached to either end.

At the back of the room stood a woman in a black denim dominatrix
outfit holding a whip and standing beside her were five little
girls who had big grins on their faces.  Each little girl was
dressed as little dominatrix's.  Each girl wore a black denim
lace up corset with black thigh length stockings.  The black
stockings were held up with garters.  What grabbed Tasheka's eye
was that each little girl had a ten inch strap-on dildo sticking
out from their waist.  She took a deep gulp at the sight before
her.

"Hello, my nigger sex slave!" Trudy smiled.

"What's all dis?" Tasheka asked as she looked around the room.

Angelica jumped off the couch and walked over to Tasheka and
slapped her face.  Tasheka was stunned for a moment the side of
face was went hot.

"Don't talk, nigger, unless spoken too," hissed the girl.

Tasheka nodded her head.  She almost raised her hand to rub the
side of her face.

Angelica put her hands on her hips and walked back to the couch,
"Now, a little background in what you're going to do and how this
works.  But first you get undressed."  She had changed from her
flesh colored string bikini to her school girl outfit.  Cassidy,
Jessie and Angelica had on their white blouses with a blue tie
and a short blue skirt.

Trudy said, "Come!" as she walked towards Tasheka.  Clover and
Garrika trailed after her on their hands and knees.  "I am here
to make sure that the university's investment, which is you,
doesn't get damaged in tonight's activities."

Tasheka quickly undid her blouse and skirt.  She took her bra off
and slid her panties off her legs.  `Investment? Damage?' thought
Tasheka.

The lady in the denim dominatrix outfit came over to Tasheka
followed by the little girls.

"I'm Mrs. Curtis, the S&M teacher here at the Young Girl.  These
are my students, their names are not important to you." She said
as she waved her hand at the eager looking little girls.  "Just
know that these little girls are here for some training."

`Mrs. Curtis, Mrs. Curtis,' that name was familiar to Tasheka. 
Tasheka looked at the woman again.

"You might recognize me Ann Roberts as Jack and Diane's first
grade teacher," smiled Mrs. Curtis.  "So Ann Roberts is now known
as Tasheka, the nigger with two white kids."

`Stacy Curtis. That was her name.  Mrs. Curtis didn't believe
Tasheka when she brought the twins to the first day of school. 
Mrs. Curtis thought that Tasheka was their housemaid or live-in
nanny.  How could two beautiful white kids have a black mother? 
Throughout the school year when ever Tasheka came in for teacher
conferences Mrs. Curtis didn't address her but always the twins
even they were only six years old.  That drove Tasheka crazy.'

Angelica got off the couch again and walked over to Tasheka, "I
have a show for the girls out on the dance floor.  I have a
special kind of show that the club lets me put on.  I use white
women in my stage show.  I ass fuck them with the largest
strap-on I can find, then I hang them and beat them with a cane,
then I whip them.  My problem is that my show is getting stale. 
I can only do so much with a white woman."  Angelica said as she
walked around Tasheka.  "But with a nigger like you I can do so
much more and then some."

Tasheka's heart was pounding so hard in her chest that she
thought it would pop out.  Her adrenaline was pumping and clit
was tingling.  Stacy Curtis and her class of little dominatrix
girls were smiling at her.

Mrs. Curtis turned to the girls on the couch, "Ok, girls, let's
get set up!"

Tasheka watched as Cassidy and Jessie got up from the couch and
went to the shelf retrieving some rope and handcuffs.  Cassidy
pulled up a chair and stood on it.  She threw the rope up to a
hook in the ceiling and worked it back down.

Mrs. Curtis stepped forward, "Your first lesson tonight kids is
learning how to whip a nigger."  Mrs. Curtis looked at Tasheka,
"You taught Black history at the school right?"

Tasheka gulped nodded her head.  Trudy walked over to the couch
and sat down then she said the Clover and Garrika, "Sit!" and
both women sat back on their legs.

"Good then you know that niggers were whipped for fun and
amusement of White society.  My class here will practice on you
this evening.  Ok girls string her up!" Mrs. Curtis smiled.

Cassidy and Jessie tied Tasheka's wrists together then walked her
over the rope hanging from the hook.  Jessie looped the rope
through the wrists and Cassidy pulled Tasheka high enough so that
only her toes were touching the floor.  Jessie stood on a chair
and put a ball gag in Tasheka's mouth and secured it around her
neck.

Mrs. Curtis had her class of six and seven year olds line up. 
"Girls, the crack of a whip is the epitome of domination.  It
explodes like lightning from the hand of a girl.  It snakes
through the air like a dragon's claw. It's evil, languid,
precise, and sensuous.   In short, it is sexy."  Mrs. Curtis had
a whip in her hand.  She held onto the grip as the whip uncoiled
to the floor.  "For the nigger it is used on it can create a
range of sensations on her body from delicate to cruel.  It can
be as subtle as a lover's kiss or as frightening as a chain saw.
Such is the fantasy, such is the reality."

Tasheka looked at the smiling white girls.  They were looking at
Tasheka with lust in their eyes.

Mrs. Curtis continued, "In the hand of an expert young girl, a
whip becomes a living thing, much the same way a strap-on
vibrates with the life force given to it by a young girl.  As
with any performing art, the moment of truth when the tip of the
whip tickles the skin of a nigger is authentic and unique.  It
cannot be programmed or choreographed to be precisely the same
every time." She was walking back and forth in front of her
little charges.

Tasheka looked at Mrs. Curtis who had a serious look on her face.


"Girls, be prepared for calluses and blisters when practicing
with the whip.  From what I've seen, each girl develops her
individual style and relationship with a whip.  You will need
patience, persistence and a good nigger like Tasheka here," Mrs.
Curtis said as she pounded the handle of the whip in her palm. 
Angelica and the girls laughed and Trudy chuckled.

"One of nice things about the whip is that the wielder does not
have to be a burley linebacker.  Some of the best whip crackers
I've seen have been little girls.  Even a girl using a gentle
stroke with a beautiful form carries more power and grace than a
sloppy, strong swing.  Let's get down to it."

Mrs. Curtis walked over the table and picked up a whip.  Tasheka
felt wetness between legs as she looked at the table with whips
on it.

"Basically, there are three different types of single-tailed
whips we use in the Valley: black snake, bullwhip and stock whip.
The difference is in the handle and the flexibility of the whip.
The eight foot black snake whip," She held it up showing the
girl's, "is a faster, shorter, meaner whip than the other whips.
On the plus side, it is better for use in confined areas such as
the dance stage here at the Young Girl and does not require as
much expertise to master.  On the negative side, it has a
narrower range of sexual psychological potential."

Mrs. Curtis walked back to the table and replaced the snake and
picked up the bullwhip.

"The ten foot bullwhip has a short rigid handle and a flexible
thong or lash which can come in various lengths.  On the plus
side, it is a highly versatile instrument. On the negative side,
it demands that its user knows what she is doing.  It looks
easier than it is and the potential to do damage is significant.
This is a good place to tell you safety rule number. 1: Protect
your eyes girls.  You were born with only two.  You don't grow
new ones if you damage the ones you have, so when considering
your costume for the stage consider wear glasses, goggles, or at
least hat with a brim.  As for the nigger you will be whipping,
the new rules state that anything about the shoulders is out of
bounds."

The five youngsters giggled and whispered to themselves as Mrs.
Curtis picked up a different whip.

"The stock whip has a longer, rigid handle with the thongs
attached.  It is the only wrist action type of whip allowed for
use at the Young Girl.  The stock whip is easier to master than a
bullwhip, but again, the range of your play is narrower.  The
stock whip does require less effort to create satisfying cracks,
relying more on a fishing rod cast action than a whole-body,
bullwhip throw."

Each of these whips require slightly different throws to effect
cracks that the audience loves to hear, but they all crack for
the same reason: the cracker or popper at the end of the lash
breaks the sound barrier and makes a small sonic boom.  A good
whip acts like a magnifying glass, taking the motion, momentum,
and energy you place into the whip's handle focusing that energy
onto a specific part of the nigger's body.  A well-made whip will
conserve most of the energy put into it until it reaches its
explosive release in the cracker."

Mrs. Curtis walked behind Tasheka, flicked her wrist, the snake
whip lashed out and cracked, the tip hit Tasheka's left buttocks.
 Tasheka jumped and grunted.  The five year old girl's laughed
and giggled at Tasheka.

"Come here girls and take a look," smiled Mrs. Curtis.  The girls
gathered behind Tasheka.  Mrs. Curtis pointed to Tasheka's left
cheek, "See? No damage, no mark, I got pleasure from whipping
this nigger just now just as you will in a little bit."

The girls again lined up whispering to each other and giggling.

"Tonight we are going to start off with a four foot snake whip. 
It is faster, much less forgiving of mistakes and requires a
stricter form.  The advantage is that it is less expensive to buy
in the dominatrix stores than a longer whip, can be used in a
smaller space such as a dance stage and it will not tire you out
as quickly as a longer whip will.  And once you have the basics
down with a four footer, it is a relatively easy matter to take
that knowledge and experience up into a six footer or an eight
footer.

Mrs. Curtis picked up the four foot snake whip.

"Girls, the longer the whip the less accurate it will be.  Up to
eight feet is about as long as you can go and still get sexual
satisfaction of properly whipping a nigger.  Beyond this length,
the whip should be used primarily as a psychological toy.  A
"bullwhip ride" can be sexually exhilarating for you and
emotionally draining for the nigger."

"Ok girls line up.  Now watch," Mrs Curtis said as she flicked
her wrist.  The tip snake whip cracked on Tasheka's left nipple.
She grunted and moved her body.  "After the whip cracks across
the body of this nigger here, it is ready to crack again, so
continue the motion going.  Tell the whip with your hand where
you want it to go. Always keep the whip moving away from your
face and towards the nigger."

The little girls nodded their heads.  Cassidy and Jessie had
pulled out their strap-on's and were fucking the nigger on the
floor in front of the couch.  Jessie had her strap-on in the
woman's mouth and Cassidy and her strap-on in the woman's pussy.

"Tonight's lesson we will be learning the overhand throw.  With
the overhand throw, lay the whip out on the ground behind you.
Pull the whip handle-first, so you can pull the lash over your
shoulder. Keep your wrist passive.  Use your whole forearm as an
extension of the whip, aiming the handle at the point where you
want the whip to crack on the nigger's body.  You want to create
a hairpin, a wave rolling along the length of the whip as it
unwinds before you.  Do not go for speed girls, if your form is
correct and the hairpin is tight, the whip will crack all by
itself on the nigger.  Listen for the quality of the crack as it
hits the nigger; a sharp report means you have hit the sweet
spot.  A dull thud means the fall of whip is cracking but there
is not enough energy to make the cracker pop."

Mrs. Curtis turned to Angelica, "Can somebody put the noise
canceling head phones and blind fold in this nigger? We don't
want her to hear or know when she will be whipped.  I find that
more sexually exciting."

Angelica got up, went to the table grabbing the head phones and
blind fold and walked over to Tasheka.  As she climbed on the
chair she said, "Now you be a good nigger for us.  If you're good
then I will have you turning tricks for me after this session is
done."

Tasheka nodded her head, fear in her eyes.  Being death and blind
and about to be whipped by six year olds had her pussy on fire.

Mrs. Curtis said, "Now watch me girls." She put the whip over her
shoulder and lined up the handle with Tasheka's belly button. 
Mrs. Curtis flicked her wrist and brought her forearm forward. 
The tip of whip cracked on Tasheka's belly button.  Tasheka
grunted and tried to move her body back.

Mrs. Curtis turned around and faced the girls, "Keep your elbow
and forearm on the same plane.  If your elbow is aimed outward
and your hand tries to compensate by twisting the whip back, you
are sending two different messages into the whip," she
demonstrated the elbow and hand movement for the girls.  "Make
every component of your throw a single thought, a single action,
a single follow- through.  Be single-minded when you whip a
nigger."

Mrs. Curtis handed the snake whip to first girl in line, "Ok,
Lisa, you're first."  She marked off the four line and stood next
to Tasheka.  "For tonight's purpose girls, consider this coon
here a piece of meat, dark meat," she said running her fingers
gently along the side of Tasheka's body.  Tasheka tried to squirm
away from the light tickling she was receiving.  "Don't consider
her a person, just consider her a dark piece of meat that needs
to be tenderized."

Angelica, her mother Trudy and Cassidy laughed.  The girls
giggled.

Six year old Lisa put one foot on the line and the other behind.
She put the whip over her shoulder and aimed the handle and her
elbow at Tasheka's belly button.

Tasheka could feel the slobber running down her chin and onto her
breasts.  She wondered where and when the strike of the whip
would be.

Lisa flicked her wrist and sent whip forward but her elbow swung
out a little and the whip cracked to the right of Tasheka's belly
button.

Lisa had a pouted looked on her face she said, "My strap-on got
in the way, Mrs. Curtis."  The other girls in line put their
hands to their mouths and giggled.

"Girls, "Mrs Curtis said, "Keep the whip moving over your
shoulder, close to your face but away from it.  If you minimize
the discrepancy between your eyes and your aim, you will become
more accurate, more likely to hit what you are looking at and
aiming at," She said as she took the whip and handed it to
Jennifer.

Jennifer got in the right stance and kind of threw her arm
forward.  The whip didn't crack but it did strike Tasheka's left
breast.  Her strap-on was waving back and forth.

Tasheka moved her body after the whip hit her breast.  The worst
part was waiting to be struck by the whip.

Mrs. Curtis stepped forward and took the whip, "Be flat-footed. 
Get grounded.  Flex your knees, relax your ass muscles," the
girls giggled when Mrs. Curtis said that.  "Make it a whole-body
experience.  Go slow.  Don't worry about trying to make the whip
crack on the piece of meat before you.  If your form is clean,
the whip will crack, all by itself."

The girls worked their way around Tasheka.  Some of the girls
after they had swung the whip on Tasheka's body walked up to her
and put their little hands on her body, the touching mentally
drove Tasheka crazy.  The girls whipped her right ass cheek, the
back of her left thigh then the right thigh.  The final whipping
exercise with the snake whip was done against Tasheka's right and
left breast.  Her slobber was whipped off her breasts with each
strike of the whip from the girls.  Tasheka had managed to focus
her concentration on work forgetting about the whipping she was
enduring.  Still the anticipation of the whip was a constant in
her mind.

"Very good whipping exercise tonight girls.  Remember to
practice. practice, practice on a nigger.  It's the one thing I
cannot do for you.  Have your parents rent a nigger for your
practices.  Every stroke you invest in practice goes into your
bank of experience.  Remember there are two dimensions to
whipping a nigger, the psychological and the physical.  Blend
them responsibly.  Next week we will work on the four foot
bullwhip."

Cassidy and Jessie had switched places several times with the
black woman between them.  Trudy had Garrika and Clover humping
her knee high black boots.

Mrs. Curtis and her young charges had left the room by the time
Angelica had removed the noise canceling headphones.  The little
girls were laughing and giggling about who they were going to
fuck the evening.

Jessie went out of the room down to the pimp desk to see if any
orders or interest in Tasheka had come in.

Angelica retrieved the four foot bullwhip.  "I am going to
practice my swings nigger for a couple of minutes."  She flicked
her wrist and arm and the whip cracked across Tasheka's right ass
cheek and around her waist.  Tasheka moved to the left and
grunted.

Angelica laughed at Tasheka.  She walked a little further to the
right.  "Concentrate nigger, put your mind elsewhere because when
we are on stage you better not be looking at me when I whip you."

Tasheka grunted and moved her body backwards as the whip cut
across her stomach from right to left.

Jessie laughed, "The anticipation must be killing her!"

Tasheka grunted as the end of the whip cracked across her
breasts.

Cassidy pulled her legs up to her chest and ordered the black
woman on the floor to lick her.  The woman quickly scrambled to
the seven year old and stuck her head in the girl's pussy.

Angelica walked to the left of Tasheka and cracked the whip
around Tasheka's left waist.  Tasheka grunted and moved to the
right.

Angelica cracked the whip again across Tasheka's ass cheeks. 
Tasheka grunted.

Angelica snapped the whip again across the back of Tasheka's
thighs.  "Remember nigger this is show for girls.  You do this
right and you can make a lot of money," Angelica said as she
walked around Tasheka sizing her up for the next whip.

Angelica snapped the whip across Tasheka's upper chest and left
arm pit.  Tasheka tried to bend forward but the rope held her.

Angelica snapped the whip across Tasheka's belly.  Tasheka tried
to move backwards.

Jessie came back in with a card and waved it at Angelica.  "A boy
over at the Hang Out is looking for a bitch like our nigger!" she
laughed.

Angelica stopped whipping Tasheka and looked at the card.  She
looked at her mother who still had Garrika and Clover humping her
legs and the black woman was still sucking Cassidy's little
pussy.

"Tell them I'll pimp out my nigger for fifty dollars for ten
minutes for an ass fuck," she said as she turned towards Tasheka
again.  She snapped the whip and Tasheka jumped.

*

Tasha walked into the room behind Sally and Sarah.  There was a
small cage in the room.  The cage was suspended from the ceiling
and came down to about waist height on the two thirteen year
olds.  Tasha gulped as she looked at the cage.  It looked like
the same type of one in Judge Kwanza's chambers.

"We heard good news about you today, monkey," Sally smiled as she
sat down on the couch.

"Yez'em Miz Sally," Tasha replied.

Sarah went to the cage and opened the door, "Get undressed monkey
and get inside." She ordered.
Tasha took off her blouse and bra, then her skirt and panties. 
She kicked her heels off and walked towards the cage.  Her crotch
was damp as she thought about what degrading acts the twins were
going to have her do.

Tasha climbed into the cage and Sarah closed the cage door. 
"Hold your wrists straight out from your side." Sarah ordered.

Tasha did as she was told.  She perched herself on the horizontal
spreader bar.  Sarah clamped a handcuff to Tasha's right wrist
and the end to the cage bar then she walked around the cage and
did the same thing to Tasha's left wrist.

"Now move your ankles to the end of the spreader bar," Sarah said
as she picked up two ankle cuffs.  Tasha spread her ankles out as
far as she could and Sarah clamped the ankle cuffs around Tasha's
ankles.

Sarah sat down on the couch looking at Tasha secured in the cage.
 Sally got up and went to the shelf to retrieve a low voltage
cattle prod.

"You look so cute perched in your cage, monkey," Sarah smiled.

"Yez'em Mis Sarah," Tasha said with conviction.

Sally waved the cattle prod at Tasha saying, "You better be a
little more enthusiastic nigger!"

Tasha smiled weakly, "Eyes tries Miz Sally."

Sally walked over to Tasha and zapped her left ass cheek.  Tasha
yelped and tried to jump away but she was secured in place.

Sally walked around in front of Tasha, "Your wet nigger and that
is not a good thing!" Sally hissed as she zapped Tasha on the
inside of her left thigh.  Tasha yelped again and jumped.

Sarah giggled from the couch, "I think she gets turned by this
sis!"

"You will learn not to get wet in your black hole until we tell
you so!" Sally yelled as she zapped the inside of Tasha's right
thigh.  Tasha jumped again and gritted her teeth.  Her pussy was
getting wetter.

Sally moved the cattle prod up and zapped Tasha's left breast. 
She grunted and tried to move back.

"You're and educated uppity nigger.  Which means you should be
able to use your mind to control your body, right?" Sally asked.

Tasha didn't say anything but just nodded her head.  She had
tears in her eyes.

The thirteen year old yelled, "Answer me nigger! I am right?"

Tasha stammered, "Yez'em Miz Sally yous right."

"Starting from now my little chimp, you will control your body. 
No matter how much you like be degraded or how much you deny to
yourself that you like being degraded, you had better not be wet
until me or Sarah or some other young girl tell you so."

"Yez'em Miz Sally," Tasha moaned as Sally zapped her right
breast.

Sally tossed the cattle prod to Sally on the couch.  She went
over the shelf and pulled out a pair of latex gloves.  Sally
walked and stood in front of Tasha snapping the gloves on her
hands.

Sally looked directly at Tasha and smiled, "Let's see what a well
used cunt Sarah and I have to work with."

Sally gently stuck her index finger and middle finger in Tasha's
cunt and felt around.  Tasha was embarrassed when she heard the
squishing sounds coming from her cunt.

Sally smiled as she felt around Tasha's cunt, "My, we a wet
little chimp here sis."

Sarah giggled as she waved the cattle prod around in the air.

Sally stuck her fingers a little further in the Tasha's cunt and
stopped.  She looked up at Tasha with a surprised look on her
face.  Tasha turned red as she looked at Sally then looked away.

Sally pushed a little harder and said, "No way! No fucking way!"

Sarah smiled looking over at her sister, "What is it sis?"

A smile broke out on Sally's face as she looked at Tasha then
pushed ever so gently into Tasha's cunt.

There was nothing Tasha could do but look away.

"I'll be damned!" giggled Sally as the realization hit her.

"What's the problem damn it?" Sarah asked.

"Our fucking little chimp is a virgin.  A fucking virgin, I don't
believe it!" Sally laughed as she pulled her fingers out.

Sarah jumped off the couch and grabbed two latex gloves from the
shelf.  She quickly walked over to the cage snapping her gloves
on.  She stuck her index and middle finger into the Tasha's cunt.

Sally put her hand on her sister's arm, "Careful sis, we don't
want to bust it."

Sarah gently felt around and then stopped she pushed a little and
smiled, "We can make some money tonight, sis!" she giggled.

"I know, right?"

"Let's pimp her out for forty dollars!" Sarah said eagerly.

Sally had a thoughtful look on her face as she stared at Tasha.
"No, fifty dollars."

Tasha looked away in humiliation as the thirteen year olds were
discussing the fate of her virginity.  Tasha knew that these
teens had no legal basis for selling her virginity and that she
might have a case but they were white and she was black and
therefore the court would probably say that she had no legal
standing to dispute what the white teens decided for virginity. 
She remembered what Abony and Bannee said and what Nandi pointed
out, "Niggers were animals because that is what white folk
wanted."

"What girl will have fifty dollars?" Sally asked as she took her
fingers out of Tasha's cunt.

"Doesn't matter what girl will have fifty dollars," Sarah
replied.  "They will put their money together at the chance to
bust the cherry of a nigger!"

"Your right, let's pass the word," Sally offered.

"No, let's get her out of the cage and put a paper bag on her
head and put her outside the pussy rape room.  If a girl selects
her then we tell the girl how much it is to fuck our chimp."

"What if the girl doesn't have the fifty on her?"

"We let her get money from her friends and when she comes back
then she can fuck our chimp." Sarah replied.

Tasha watched Sally and Sarah talking to each other about how
they were going to bust her cherry and she didn't have a say so
in the matter.  Tasha felt humiliated as she thought about what
Judge Kwanza had said earlier in the day `It be what white foke
wants'.

The girls undid the handcuffs and ankle cuffs and let Tasha out
of the cage.

"Let's put duct tape on her mouth," Sally said.

"Why?"

Sally walked over the shelf, "When her cherry gets popped she's
gonna scream and we don't want to cause a commotion."

Sally tore off about five inches of duct tape and put it on
Tasha's mouth.  Sarah took a paper back and put it over her head.
 Both girls giggled as they led Tasha out the door and down the
hallway.

At the end of hallway sat three nude white women with bags on
their heads.  They were sitting outside the door labeled "Pussy
Rape Room 2".  Two pre-teen girls were standing there.  Sally and
Sarah brought Tasha over and had her sit down.

"Who's bitches are these?" Sarah asked waving at the women.

One girl stepped forward, "I'm their pimp for tonight."

The other girl asked, "How much for the nigger?"

"Fifty dollars for ten minutes," Sarah replied.

"Damn, the nigger must be gold or something!" said the other.

"Or something!" Sally giggled.

Sarah pointed to the women sitting on the ground, "How much for
these bitches?"

"Thirty dollars each for twenty minutes of pussy play," the pimp
girl replied.

"Who are they?" Sarah asked.

"Who cares? A pussy is a pussy is a pussy," laughed the girl.

Sarah laughed, "I guess that's right."

*

Diane, Alyssa and Megan were yelling and whistling at the women
on stage.  Fifteen year old Megan had a good time pussy woman on
her knees under the table licking up and down her teen cunt.

Diane was slapping the ass of any woman that walked by.  Alyssa
was walking back and forth to the stage sticking rolled up dollar
bills into the dancer's anus.  She would saunter back to the back
like it was nobody's business.  Diane was working her courage up
with each slap of the ass of the women who walked by her.

The good time pussy woman crawled out from under the table wiping
her mouth.  She smiled at the girls, thanked them, and walked
back to the waiting area.  Megan looked at her watch.  "Time is
getting on girls.  You wanna go upstairs and see what pussies are
available?"

Diane gulped down her soda and got up.  "Yeah, I'm ready.  I
wanna fuck something tonight."

The three teens stood up and headed for the back of the club. 
The play rooms were on the second floor.  As the girls walked by
the employee entrance Alyssa said, "Hi, Dr. Swan.  How's your
anus tonight?"

"Hey it is good to see you here girls.  My anus is as sore as
ever!" she laughed as she opened the door letting in another
woman.

As they walked up the stairs there was a woman spread eagled on
the wall.  She was blindfolded and had duct tape across her
mouth.  She looked like she was very exhausted.  Diane walked by
her and flicked her finger over the woman's left breast.  The
woman jumped in response.  Megan and Alyssa laughed.

As they walked down the hallway that was heavy with the scent of
sex they heard muffled cries and screams coming from the various
rooms.

"Oh lookie, we have four baggers tonight!  Three white women and
a nigger," Megan laughed as she pointed at the women sitting on
the floor.

As Alyssa walked up she said, "You have your pick of the bitches
tonight.  Just as long as we can watch you fuck the shit out of
whomever you pick."

Diane walked up and looked at the black woman sitting on the
floor.  Something about her was vaguely familiar.

Diane put her hand to her chin and asked the girl who had a
double standing next to her, "So who's the nigger?"

Tasha moved her head in the direction of the voice.  `Oh shit! Oh
no! It can't be, she can't be here of all places!' Tasha thought
to herself.  `Maybe if she tried to scream out from behind the
duck tape Sally or Sarah would take the bag off her head and
Diane would change her mind.'

"This nigger's name is name's monkey.  But she also goes by chimp
or nigger," Sally replied smiling.

Tasha started to scream from behind the duct tape but it came out
muffled.  Sally reached with her foot and kicked Tasha in the
thigh, "Shut up monkey!"

"Why monkey?" Megan asked.

Sarah kicked Tasha on her other leg, "We put her in a cage and
she acts like a monkey just like her nigger ancestors would."

The three white women with bags over their heads giggled.

Megan and Alyssa looked at Diane who quickly said, "Don't look at
me! I got white genes."

"So, how much to fuck the chimp?" Alyssa asked.

"Fifty dollars for ten minutes," Sally smiled.

"What the fuck! Why so damn much?" Diane asked looking at the
black woman.

Tasha had stopped screaming and turned her head to the voice. 
She couldn't believe what she was hearing from her sister.  `Wait
till momma hears about this!' she thought.

"This monkey is special girls.  Fifty dollars for ten minutes so
come on we don't have all night!" Sarah urged.  Other young girls
had topped the stairs and were heading in their direction.

Megan and Alyssa turned to Diane, "So what do you think, Diane?"
Megan asked.

"Hmm, I'll take the nigger then!" she laughed.

Panic set in with Tasha.  Her own sister was going to fuck her!
Her own sister was going to pop her cherry.

"You got the money?" Sally asked holding out her hand.

Diane dug into her purse and pulled out the fifty and handed it
over.

Diane closed her purse and asked Sally, "Is this room vacant?"

"Yep, the monkey is all yours!" Sally replied as she stepped
aside.

Megan and Alyssa took Tasha's by the arms and led her into the
room.  Diane followed them and closed the door.  Tasha started to
struggle and scream but the girls laughed as they pulled her into
the room.

Sarah laughed as she held the door open, "Don't pay any mind
about the screaming.  The nigger can't wait to be fucked!"

*

Cassidy bounded up the stairs and entered the room.  Seven year
old Angelica was still whipping Tasheka.  Trudy was petting the
heads of Garrika and Clover and the black woman was licking
Jessie to orgasm.

Little Cassidy panted trying to catch her breath, "The boys over
at the hang out said that fifty dollars for ten minutes with a
nigger's ass would be ok."

Angelica took Tasheka's wrists down from the rope and took her
blindfold off.  Tasheka put on her bra and panties and heels. 
Angelica got a paper bag and put it over Tasheka's head.

"I'll be back in fifteen minutes," she yelled over her shoulder
as she led Tasheka out the door.

Meet us out on the dance floor," Jessie yelled as she kicked the
black woman from her little pussy.

*

Megan and Alyssa secured Tasha to a rape horse that was built
like a saw horse.  She was laid flat on her stomach on a two by
four cushion.  Her arms were secured at a downward angle and her
ankles were secured to the rear of the saw horse.  Tasha's pussy
or anus was now presented to her sister Diane.  Diane pulled her
denim shorts and thong underwear off.  She took her strap-on out
of her purse and put secured it to her waist.

"Does your momma know that you wear thong panties?" Alyssa
giggled.

"Shut up Alyssa and just secure the chimp," Diane said making a
face at her friend.

Tasha couldn't believe what she was hearing from her little
sister.  What scared Tasha the most was that this was a side of
Diane she never knew existed.

 Megan looked at Tasha secured to the rape horse, "Should we take
the bag off her head?"

"No, I don't want to look a fucking blackhead as I fuck her
behind!" Diane laughed and did Megan and Alyssa.  "Besides I
think she looks kinda cute that way."

Tasha was very scared now hearing her younger sister talk like
that.  She was helpless to do anything and screaming probably
wouldn't make a difference.

Diane rolled up some spit in her then let it slowly drop onto
Tasha's anus and watch it roll down to her pussy.  She bent down
a little bit and said, "This fucking chimp trims her pussy,
that's wild!"

Tasha had always prided herself on being hygienic with her pubic
hair.  But she just couldn't bring herself to shave herself
completely bare.

Alyssa giggled and asked Diane, "Don't you want a pair of gloves?
 You heard about nigger diseases."

"Oh yeah, please get me a pair," Diane said as she stood up and
aimed her strap-on at the pussy in front of her.  "I wonder
what's so special about this coon?"

Alyssa tossed Diane a pair of latex gloves and said, "You're
wasting time D! just fuck the animal!"

The girls could hear Tasha crying now.  Megan laughed and said,
"You haven't even done anything yet D and the chimp is already
crying!"

"Well then, let's give this nigger something to really cry
about!" Diane laughed as she pushed the head of her strap-on into
Tasha's pussy.

Tasha tried to squirm away but Diane grabbed her hips and pushed
the strap-on in further.  Tasha was crying harder trying to say
with a muffled voice "no, please, no".

Diane laughed at Tasha's feeble attempt to get away so she pushed
her strap-on in.  At first Diane's strap-on met a little
resistance which was strange but she kept pushing and finally had
the strap-on all the way in.  Tasha screamed through the duct
tape covering her mouth.

Then Diane pulled it back out and said, "Oh my God! This nigger
was a virgin!" she screamed with excitement.

Megan and Alyssa hurried over and saw the blood on the strap-on
and some blood on Tasha's pussy.

"Ah man, this is fucking beautiful!' Megan laughed.

"Keep fucking the bitch!" Alyssa urged.

Both teens had lust in their eyes as they watched Diane shove her
strap-on in again.  Diane pulled out again and shove her strap-on
in again.

"This nigger chimp sure is tight!" she laughed.

"Well duh!" exclaimed Megan as she giggled watching Tasha squirm
under Diane.

Diane got into a rhythm of pumping her sister.  The clit felt pad
on the strap-on was tickling her little clit.  Diane was moaning.
 For Tasha, she had tears in her eyes but her pussy felt
wonderful.

Diane leaned over on top of Tasha and said to her, "Are you my
nigger chimp?"

Tasha grunted because the strap-on was all the way inside her.

"I'll take that as yes!" Diane giggled.  "Are you my little
fucking chimp?"

Tasha nodded her head under the bag.  She felt so ashamed and
degraded nodding her head especially knowing that it was her
little sister who had taken her cherry.  But God did it feel
good.  `Why had she waited so long for a fuck?' she asked
herself.

Diane stood up again and got back into her rhythm of fucking. 
She spit on Tasha's back then Megan and Alyssa spit on her back
also.  Then she started slapping Tasha's ass cheeks with each
thrust, giggling and laughing as she did so.  She was yelling, "I
got me a nigger on the end of cock!"

"Stupid fucking nigger!" Megan hissed as she spit a bigger piece
of saliva on Tasha's back.  She rubbed herself watching her best
friend fuck a black woman.

Alyssa stepped back and rubbed her crotch also then she spit on
Tasha, "Serves you right chimp being fucked by white girl!"

Megan and Alyssa rubbed themselves as Diane moaned and groaned as
she pumped Tasha.  Diane started coming as she slowed her
thrusts.  She moved her hips around working the strap-on inside
Tasha's pussy.  Tasha was thrusting back trying to get the
strap-on to go deeper.  Megan and Alyssa started coming as they
spread their legs a little and bent their knees as they rubbed
their pussies.

Just as Diane came the door opened and Sally stuck her head in,
"Two minutes girls!"

Diane screamed as she came letting out yell of satisfaction. 
Megan and Alyssa both grunted their orgasms standing straight up.
 Diane almost fell on top of Tasha but she remembered the spit. 
She stepped back and almost fell off the rape horse.

"I want to see who this fucking nigger chimp is," Diane hissed as
she walked around in front of Tasha.   Her strap-on had a slimy
sheen on it as it waved back and forth.

Megan straightened her skirt and said, "The fucking chimp should
clean off your strap-on with her mouth."

Diane reached out and pulled off the bag.  She stood there
stunned for a moment.

Megan and Alyssa put their hands to their mouths and said, "Oh my
God!"

Diane ripped the duct tape off her sister's face.  "What the fuck
Tasha?"

Tasha looked up at her little sister, "I should ask you the same
thing, Diane!" she panted trying to regain her breath.

The door opened and Sarah and Sally walked in, "So how was our
little monkey?" they smiled.

"You know these girls?" Diane asked as she looked down at her
sister.

Sarah walked up to Tasha and patted her on the head, "Sure she
does.  Tasha here is our monkey like we told you!"

"Tasha is my sister!" Diane cried out.

"Oh my fucking God! You popped your sisters cherry!" Sally and
Sarah laughed.

"Fuckin A right she did!" Alyssa laughed.  "It was fucking
beautiful!"

"But she's my sister!" Diane repeated as she looked at Tasha.

"You're maybe her sister but we own her black ass for the next
three weeks!" Sarah said.  "Don't we monkey?"

"Yez'em Miz" Tasha trailed off before she said the wrong name.

"Oh sorry, monkey," Sally said as she stuck her ass in Tasha's
face.  "Seeing that you're tied down, sniff me!"

"Yez'em Miz Sally" Tasha replied with shame written all over her
face and tears in her eyes.

Diane's eyes got wide.  Megan and Alyssa put their hands to their
mouths and giggled.

"Look," Sarah said as she looked at Diane.

"Diane."

"Look Diane, you can keep on fucking her at home and we won't
charge you seeing that you're her sister.  But we own her while
she's here and we pimp her out at work.  She makes money and we
make money," Sally said staring down at Tasha.  "Too us, monkey
here is nothing but a nigger animal for us to play with and make
a profit."

Diane gulped looked down at her sister secured to the rape horse,
"Is it true Tasha? Are a nigger animal? Are you a plaything for
these girls?"

Tasha didn't know what to do or say to her little sister so she
nodded her head in shame.

"Monkey, why don't you ask your little sister if you can suck her
strap-on? Get it all nice and clean for her?" Sarah cooed to
Tasha.

"Please Miz Diane, cans this monkey sucks yous strap-on?" Tasha
said with humiliation written all over her face.

Megan and Alyssa both said, "Cool!"

Diane looked aghast at her older sister.  The she looked at Megan
and Alyssa who had excitement on their faces then she looked at
the twins Sally and Sarah who had smiles on their faces.

Diane walked up to Tasha rolling some spit on her tongue, looked
at her sister and spit on her right cheek saying, "Suck my
strap-on monkey!"

Tasha opened her mouth and Diane stuck her strap-on in.  Diane
got a wide smile on her face as her older sister took in the
strap-on without complaining.  Tasha thought that she didn't have
a choice but to suck on the strap-on, what could she do?

Sarah came over and patted Tasha on the head, "We had a good
report on you today, monkey."

Diane was standing in front of Tasha with her hips out, her
strap-on firmly in her sister's mouth.  Tasha wasn't looking at
her younger sister.  "What report?" Diane asked.

Sally smiled, "Our little black animal here played in a monkey
cage to the amusement of a class of second graders this morning.
Didn't you monkey nigger!" Sally cooed.

Diane looked down on her sister who had the strap-on about three
fourths of the way in her mouth, "Is that that true Tasha? You
played like a monkey for six year olds?"

Tasha looked up at her sister with the strap-on bulging out her
cheeks and nodded her head then quickly averted her eyes.

"Fuck Tasha how could you?" Diane demanded as she pushed her
strap-on further into her sister's mouth.  Tasha shrugged her
shoulders and made slurping sounds as she accommodated the
strap-on.

"Yeah, we heard that she was in the office of some fucking nigger
judge at the courthouse when she decided to play like a monkey,"
Sarah laughed.

Megan walked up to Tasha, "Tasha is a fucking animal that needs
to be kept in her place," she hissed.

"That's what me and Sarah thought!" Sally smiled.   "We'll leave
you alone for a couple of minutes then she has to get back to her
training.  By the way, if you want to fuck her at home or do
anything else to her while at home and she doesn't cooperate with
you? Just let us know.  Oh and please wipe up the spit on our
coon before you leave," Sarah said over her shoulder as the girls
walked out.

Megan and Alyssa looked at each other.  Both said at the same
time, "How much money do have?"

*

Angelica led Tasheka by the arm through the crowded dance floor.
Tasheka could hear the yelling, screaming and laughing of young
girls getting rowdy with the women.  Her pussy was wet as they
walked through the club with a bag over her head.  She thought
how humiliating and degrading it was to be led by a seven year
old who was her pimp.

The waitress walked over to the table where Jack, Joey, Bobby,
and Nick were sitting.

"Excuse me sir!" she said smiling at Jack.  "The bitch you
ordered is on her way over here now."

The boys laughed out loud and Joey said, "Remember Jack, we get
to watch you fuck the bitches ass!"

"Yeah, we gotta see your cock in action!" laughed Nick.

Jack gulped hard.  He was nervous, his heart rate increased and
his adrenaline was pumping hard.

The bar was crowded with teen boys all talking over the loud
music.  The lights were low and the half dressed women behind bar
were busy serving mixed soda drinks.

Over in the corner of the bar were two boys sitting in a booth
who looked like they were twelve or thirteen.  On the floor front
of them were to college girls, both girls had their heads in the
laps of the boys bobbing up and down.  Out on the dance floor
were teen boys dancing with women.  Some of the boys were feeling
up the women in front of them.

Jack looked back at his friends and smiled a nervous smile.  The
door to the bar opened and in walked a little girl who had hold
of the arm of a black woman with a bag on her head.

"Oh, boy, Jack, here comes the bitch!" Bobby said eagerly as he
slapped Jack on the shoulder.

"Fuck, she's a nigger!" Joey laughed as he watch the girl thread
the black woman through the crowded bar.  The girl stopped the
waitress and asked her something and the waitress pointed at Jack
and the boys at the table.

Jack gulped there is no backing out now he thought.  The girl
walked up to the table with Tasheka in tow.

"Who ordered the black animal?" Angelica asked as she looked at
the boys.

"He did!" Nick said pointing at Jack.  Tasheka moved her head a
little.  That voice sounded familiar.  She suddenly got a bad
feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Jack was looking at the black woman standing before them.  The
body shape was very familiar, too familiar in fact.  He suddenly
wanted to run away from the bar.

"This nigger is fifty dollars for ten minutes for an ass fuck
like we negotiated earlier." Angelica was all business looking
impatiently at Jack.  "Well, do we still have a deal?" she asked
looking at Jack.

Jack slowly nodded his head.  He didn't trust himself to speak.

"Well, where's the money?" Angelica demanded.

Jack slowly reached into his pocket and pulled the crumpled fifty
dollar bill and handed it to the seven year old.

Angelica grabbed the fifty and pushed Tasheka forward.  Tasheka
hit the edge of the table with her stomach and grunted.  Angelica
smiled at Tasheka then looked at Jack, "Remember this nigger's
mine.  I own her after work.  I pimp her out so don't damage my
product."

"Take the bag off her head so we can who the ugly fucking nigger
is!" Bobby said excitedly.

Tasheka turned her head in the direction of Bobby.  She knew that
voice.  Then she heard Nick say, "Take the nigger's bra and
panties off first!"

Tasheka was suddenly afraid.  If Jack's friends were here was
Jack with them?

Jack got up from his seat and walked around to his mom.  He undid
the button on the front of her bra.  Both Tasheka's breasts fell
out from the bra.  She pulled her arms back and bra fell off.

Jack didn't trust himself to say anything as he looked at his
mom's panties.  His moment of truth as he looked at his mom then
looked at his friends.  The boys were smiling at him.  He looked
at the seven year old.

Angelica looked at Jack, "Well you gonna fuck my black animal or
not?"

Jack blurted out, "Have the nigger take her own fucking panties
off!"

The boys burst out laughing.  Tasheka was crushed.  Her own flesh
and blood was going to fuck her.  Her heart pounded heavily in
her chest.

Angelica looked at Tasheka, "Well do it coon.  We don't have all
fucking night!"

Tasheka nodded her head, the paper bag going back and forth.  She
looped her thumbs into her panty waist band and pulled down her
panties past her thighs, letting the panties fall the rest of the
way.

"She sure is a hairy jiggaboo!" Nick laughed pointing at
Tasheka's crotch.

Joey sat up straight looking at Tasheka, "Jack ain't fucking her
black hole he's gonna fuck her black poopie hole, aren't ya
Jack?"

Angelica looked at Jack and asked, "You got gloves? Everybody
knows niggers got diseases.  You might want to protect your white
cock while you're at it.  No sense in getting your cock covered
in nigger shit."

Jack nodded his head and pulled out a pair latex gloves.  Tasheka
was still standing their nude with the bag over head.  Her mind
was quickly trying to figure out a way to stop her son from
fucking her but she could come up with no good solution.

Jack snapped on the latex gloves and said with some bravado, "If
my white cock gets nigger poop on it then I'll the bitch lick it
off!"

The boys laughed again with Bobby saying, "Yeah Jack, that's the
spirit.  Show these animals the white meat!"

Angelica just shook her head.  `Boys can be so gross,' she
thought.

Tasheka was mortified when she heard her son say that.  He was
white that was true but he shouldn't be talking to his friends
like that.

Nick couldn't wait any longer and he reached over and took the
bag from Tasheka's head.  Jack already pretty much knew that the
black woman was his mom but the boys sat there in stunned
silence.

"Oh, shit!" Nick said.

"Fuck me!" Bobby said.

"Oh, fuck!" Joey said.

The three boys looked at Jack.  Angelica looked at the boys and
asked, "What? What is it?"

Nick stared at Jack but answered the seven year old, "This black
woman is his mother!"

Angelica's face broke into a wide grin, "Cool!"

Jack didn't know what to say, he was embarrassed for himself and
his mom but the bulge in his pants was giving him away.  Tasheka
was standing before him nude.  She tried to cover her breasts and
crotch but Angelica swatted her hands away.

"You did say Jack that you would fuck the first bitch that came
over even a nigger if one presented itself.  Well here you are!"
Bobby said with a wicked smile on his face.

Angelica felt sorry for the teen, "I can give you your fifty back
if you want.  No harm done."

Jack looked at the girl and then the boys who were all smiling at
him then his mom.  Tasheka averted her eyes, staring at the floor
with her hands to her sides.  Jack's cock was now threatening to
burst through his pants.  His adrenaline was pumping and he was
nervous.

`Mom is letting me make the decision,' he thought.  If he backed
out now the boys would tease him to no end probably even spread
the word around school.  If he fucked his mom how could he face
at home?  What would Diane say?  More importantly what would his
straight laced older sister say?

"Fuck the nigger!" Bobby hissed.

Jack almost reached out and punched Bobby on the mouth, "She's my
mom asshole!"

Angelica saw the anger in Jack's face, saying, "But she's still a
coon, a black animal that needs to know her place in our world."

Anger rose up in Jack as he looked at the seven year old, "Listen
you little bitch, she's my mom.  She's not a black animal.  She's
a real person!"

"Oh really, Jack? Is that what you think of her? A real person?"
Angelica replied as she stepped closer to Jack.  "You want to
know what she did for me today at the school? Hmm? She was my
nigger doggie.  I put a leash on her and led her around like a
real dog.  She even humped leg like a real dog, but of course she
isn't a real dog is she.  She's a nigger doggie.  Which is lower
than a real dog and she loved it!"

Jack looked at his mom, "Is that true mom? Did you act like a dog
for this girl?"

Humiliation and embarrassment was written all over Tasheka's face
as she kept staring at the floor.  She nodded her head.

"Ah fuck mom!" Jack said as he stepped back.  His cock was rock
solid now creating a massive bulge in his pants.

The boys sat there enthralled with the exchange between the girl
and Jack.  Bobby was smiling, his eyes darting back and forth
between Tasheka and Jack.  A small crowd was beginning to gather
at the table.

Angelica put her hands on her hips and looked at Jack, "Tell your
son what you did in Mr. Harry's office today, coon.  Tell him in
nigger talk!"

"Yez'em Miz Angelica," Tasheka replied as she looked at her son.
"Eyes played in a pool of pee and poop for Mr. Harry and some
nice white ladies."

"What?" Jack asked like he wasn't hearing what he was hearing.

"Me an two niglets played in a pool of pee while da nice white
ladies pooped on us," Tasheka said with humiliation.

The boys burst out laughing.  Joey said, "Christ Jack, your moms
a real live nigger slut!"

Jack gave Joey a hard look but looked at his mom, "You like being
treated this way mom?"

Tasheka looked at Angelica but Jack said, "Don't look at her!
Answer me mom, do you like being treated as a nigger slut?"

Tasheka shrugged her shoulders looked at her son and replied,
"Yez'em Mr. Jack eyes do!"

"Ah fucking A!" Bobby yelled out clapping his hands.

"Damn!" was all Nick could say with an amazed look on his face.

"Fuck!" Joey said as he shook his head.

Angelica had a big smile on her face, "So tell me Jack.  Do you
want to fuck your mom in the ass or walk away?"


Jack looked at his mom who looked away.  Jack thought to himself,
`if she likes this kind of treatment then what the fuck!"

Jack stood straight up, "Bend her black ass over the table!" he
said as he unzipped his pants.  The boys looked at Jack starting
laughing and clapping.  Then they yelled encouragement to Jack. 
Angelica pushed Tasheka over at the waist so her tits were
resting on the table.

Jack slipped out of his pants quickly and pulled his underwear
done.  His cock sprang free.  At its full engorged length his
cock was twelve inches.  Tasheka looked at her son's cock and
gulped.  `At least the boy kept his black genes in his cock!' she
thought as Jack walked behind her.

Angelica stepped forward looking at Tasheka's anus, "She's dry in
the ass you might want to spit on her to lube it up."

Jack gave a quick look of `go away'.

"Don't damage my product Jack.  Even though the coon is your mom
she is still my property while here at the club."  With that
Angelica stepped back.

Jack rolled some spit on his tongue then spit it out but it
landed on his mother's left ass cheek.  The boys got up laughing
at Jack.  They each rolled up spit and then started spitting on
Tasheka's ass.  Jack finally joined in.  With spit rolling down
from her anus to her pussy Jack lined up his massive cock.

"Fuck the nigger, fuck the nigger," the boys chanted.  Other boys
in the club came over to watch.

Jack pushed the head of cock past his mother's sphincter muscle.
Tasheka grunted and tried to move her ass a little.  Jack grabbed
her hips and pushed his cock in further.  Tasheka grabbed the
side of the table and gritted her teeth.  The damn thing hurt.

With encouragement from the other boys in bar Jack pushed his
cock all the way in, right up to his pubic hair.  Tasheka
screamed as the cock invaded her guts.  Tears rolled down her
eyes.  Jack pulled his cock out of his mother's ass halfway and
the plunged in again.  He stood up and started slapping her
cheeks.  He noticed his mother's large breasts were mashed out
the sides of her chest.  Jack reached over with his thumb and
index finger and started pinching the fleshy part of his mother's
breasts.

As Jack looked down at his mother laid out across the table
Tasheka turned her head to look at him.  She had tears in her
eyes but Jack couldn't tell if it was from pain or happiness.

Tasheka said between gasps of air, "Fuck me, Mr. Jack.  Fuck yous
nigga hoe but good!"  Tasheka started moving her hips working his
cock around inside her.

A strange thing happened to Jack just then.  He looked at his
mother, smiled, and said, "But you're my nigger whore aren't you
momma?"

"Yez'em Mr. Jack!" Tasheka screamed as her son pulled back on his
cock and rammed it in again.

The crowd around the table yelled and cheered.  The table rocked
back and forth almost falling over.  Angelica was standing a
little ways back from the crowd thinking how much money she was
going to make on this coon.

Jack started pumping his mother's ass with gusto.  Tasheka
grunted and screamed with each thrust.  He reached over and
slapped the side of his mother's head, "Shut the fuck up nigger!"
and the crowd went wild again.

Secretly Tasheka was proud of son.  He had become a man tonight
in this club.  But outwardly she was humiliated being ass fucked
by her son to the amusement of the crowded bar.

Jack suddenly straightened up, gripping his mother's waist and
started pumping his jizm into her ass.  "Ah fuck me! God damn!
Shit mom your black hole is tight!" he moaned as his balls
emptied into her ass guts.  Tasheka bit her lip to keep from
crying out.  She could feel the warm goo coating her insides.

Jack fell over on his mom's back breathing hard.  His cock was
still hard.  Tasheka was breathing hard and her ass hurt.  Jack
pushed himself back up and pulled his cock out of his mother's
ass.  Tasheka let out a little scream as the retreating cock tore
at her sphincter muscle.  He looked at his cock and it was
somewhat covered in his mom's poop.

Joey yelled out, "Have the animal suck it clean like you said
Jack!" then the crowd got into it, "Suck it clean, suck it
clean!"

Jack walked around the table and looked at his mother who looked
up at him.  His cock was waving in her face.  She gulped at the
size of his partially deflated cock.

Jack sneered at his mother, "Suck it nigger.  Clean your black
poop off my white cock!"

Tasheka brought her hands around, grabbed her son's cock and
stuck in her mouth.  She could taste her poop and her son's jizm
on it.  She almost gagged as Jack pushed forward with his hips
pushing his cock further into her mouth.

Jack stood there with a big grin on his face and his hands on his
hips, "You just have to know how to treat a black animal!" and
the crowd cheered.

Angelica pushed her way through the crowd and said "time".  Jack
pulled his cock out of his mother's mouth.  Tasheka pushed
herself off the table and got her bra and panties.

Angelica took Tasheka by the arm pulling her through the crowd,
"You can pick your nigger momma up in an hour by the employee
entrance.  She has more training to do."

*

The boys, Bobby, Joey, and Nick had caught the bus home.  Jack
got in the car with his mom who was exhausted and walking funny.
She him told about the last month at the school and what happened
to her at the high school.  Jack said that he had heard that a
nigger woman allowed herself to be molested during a lecture at
the school but didn't think it was her.

Jack decided to push his luck.  He unzipped his pants and pulled
out his cock, his heart beating fast and his adrenaline was
pumping.  He looked at his mother and said, "Stroke it!" Tasheka
without thinking reached her hand over and gently massaged her
son's cock up and down.

Tasheka told her son about the changes in the Valley and how
white society wanted to rent black people for sexual pleasure. 
She was complicit in this at the college because she really
didn't have a choice being black.  Jack asked his mom if she
liked being degraded for the amusement of the white society. 
Tasheka didn't say anything at first but nodded her head.  It was
a turn on for her.  Then they talked about how to break the news
to Tasha and Diane.

As they drove up to the house and onto the driveway they saw
Tasha and Diane walking from the bust stop.  Something was
different in the way they were walking together.

*

Tasha and Diane saw their mom's car coming down the street. 
Tasha turned to her little sister and asked, "Please Diane take
this leash off me!"  Tasha had her hands handcuffed behind her
back.  Diane felt a rush of power of her older sister and a shot
of adrenaline in her stomach, "No, shut the fuck up nigger!" she
hissed.

Diane thought it would be better to get this out of the way
sooner with their mom rather than later.

*

As the car stopped Jack got out, his cock still out of his pants.
 His mom asked him, "Aren't you gonna put your cock away?"

"Shut up momma, we might as well get this over with now," Jack
replied as he walked around the car.

Tasheka couldn't say much as she was still wearing her bra and
panties.  She had no idea what happened to her blouse and skirt.
She too got out of the car.

Mother, daughter and the twins stood there staring at each other.

Jack and Diane sat on the edge of the couch while their mom and
Tasha kneeled nude in front of them.  Tasheka and Tasha retold
their stories of what had happened to them.  Tasha told her story
of the Snyder twins.  Diane made her tell everybody what happened
in the judge's chambers earlier in the day.

Diane told her mom of how she took Tasha's virginity.  She had
big smile on her face at the retelling of the scene.  Jack felt
his cock growing in his pants.  Tasha hung her head in shame. 
Tasheka said she was impressed with her kids, Jack had become a
man tonight at the club and Diane had become a young lady.

Tasheka was concerned that with the reduction in income from her
and Tasha that she might not be able to keep the big house they
lived.

Jack thought that he and Diane could pimp them out when they
weren't working at the club.  Tasheka didn't think that would
bring in very much money because blacks were obviously a cheap
commodity on the open market.

Tasha was silent during the conversation listening to both sides.
 She was thoroughly humiliated kneeling before her younger
brother and sister but she did have a plan.  Finally she spoke
up.  She mentioned that White and White had offered her five
thousand dollars to keep working if one could call it that, at
the law firm.  Tasha mentioned that she had overheard two women
talking at the club saying that the Young Girl had a couple of
empty play rooms that they were looking for purchasers.

Her idea or plan would be to purchase one of the rooms with the
money that White and White would pay her.  With the room she and
momma could rent themselves out to the little white girls.  They
would make a whole lot money fucking, um, niggers, as she put it.

Jack asked what fantasy would each of them would play?

Tasha said very hesitantly that momma could play her nigger
doggie part for the little white girls and that she could, um,
well like play a monkey in cage.  Both kids and Tasheka loved the
idea.  With six hours work on Friday nights and most of the day
on Saturday they could almost make more money than they were
making.

The four of them agreed to go with the plan.  Tasha would talk to
Mandy on Monday about the offer to work at the law firm.

The four stared at each other as the conversation dragged.  Jack
took out his cock again and started playing with it.  Tasheka and
Tasha stared at it.  Diane asked him to put it away.  With his
cock displayed he wanted to know how their home life would
change.  Tasha said it shouldn't change as she coyly licked her
lips as she stared at her brother's cock.  Jack and Diane said it
should change because everything was in the open now.  The three
siblings looked at their mother.

Tasheka was staring at her son's cock, watching as it grew to
full length.  Tasheka said it should change because word would be
all over the neighborhood not to mention the Valley by morning. 
The twins would have to step up and take control of the situation
in the house.  Tasha was almost at tears as she thought about her
brother and sister, not to mention their friends fucking her. 
Tasheka looked at her daughter and said that it would be good for
their training if the twins helped them out and if sex got in the
way, then that shouldn't matter.  It would be good for the twins
to know and understand how to treat black animals in the real
world.

Tasha stood up crying and was about to leave the room when Jack
and Diane said at the same time to "kneel down."  Tasha looked at
them then her mother.  She remembered what the Snyder twins had
told Diane so she kneeled down again.

As far as Tasheka was concerned the twins should run her and
Tasha's lives while in the home.  Since Diane had taken Tasha's
virginity then she should train Tasha in whatever roll she
thought would best suit Tasha.  Since Jack had taken her asshole
tonight at the club then Jack should train her in whatever roll
he thought best.  Jack and Diane nodded their heads and Tasheka
looked at Tasha.  It was agreed that Jack could not fuck Tasha
without Diane's permission and Diane couldn't fuck her mother
without Jack's permission.

Diane got up from the couch and grabbed Tasha by the arm saying
she was tired.  It was past midnight anyway.  As the two left
went upstairs Tasheka stared at her son's cock.  Jack looked at
his mom and crooked his right index finger back and forth. 
Tasheka smiled, this is what white folk wanted.

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