Hard Time for Rashanta
by Neal


Chapter 10 - Special Treatment


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The black woman lowered her voice and looked around.

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

Desiree had stopped eating in order to listen.

"Couldn't help what?" she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rashanta stepped forward and stood in front of her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rashanta slowly reached her hand out to take it.

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

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

"What do you say?" Miriam asked expectantly.

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

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

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

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

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

The elegant white woman looked back towards the bar.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rashanta immediately dropped to her knees.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Comfy?" she asked with a smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




  
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