Hard Time for Rashanta
by Neal


Chapter 14 - Show Time


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Run along now!" Miriam said cheerfully.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mmmff," said Rashanta.through the gag.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 * * *

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

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

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

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

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



  
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