Hard Time for Rashanta
by Neal


Chapter 13 - Not Just Visiting


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Lissa?" Rashanta was incredulous.

What was Chalissa doing here?  Was she still dreaming?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What happened?" Rashanta asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh huh," said the colored girl.

"Good night, Lissa," said Rashanta.

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

 * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you, sir," Rashanta spoke up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Bo!" called the sheriff.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What the fuck?!" he exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



  
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