Hard Time for Rashanta
by Neal


Chapter 8 - Chain Gang


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure!" said Gary eagerly.

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

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

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

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

"Hell, yeah!" affirmed Gary.

The bull dyke turned to the slender negro.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Owww!" cried Rashanta.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gary stood and zipped up his pants.

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

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

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

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

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

Trixie blushed as she finished her chicken.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 * * *

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

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

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

 * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



  
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