Shanika at the Plantation Club
by Neal

Chapter 5 - The Gift

Yolanda tugged at the chain connected to Shanika's collar and led her
to the barn where she had initially been shorn and shaved to be
prepared for resale.  The older black woman took the young slave girl
to one of stalls equipped with a hose to get her cleaned up.  She
started by spreading shaving cream on her pussy and used a razor to
get it nice and smooth the way the bidders liked it.  Next she
scrubbed her down with a bristle brush and a bucket of soapy water.
She was more gentle with the brush when cleaning Roy's sperm from
Shanika's face.  Finally Yolanda hosed her off with cold water and led
her back outside.

Today wasn't an arrival day.  No new slaves had been recruited for
sale.  Only slaves to be resold would be auctioned today and Shanika
noticed fewer bidders were gathering near the platform.where she had
been sold the day before.  Yolanda attached Shanika's chain to an eye
bolt mounted on the wall of building to display her once again to
prospective buyers.

There were at least a dozen white men checking out the merchandise.
Shanika had learned to display her body to them by placing her hands
behind her head to get her breasts to hang nicely and then turn around
to show off her thick black ass whenever someone approached.
Occasionally she'd be instructed to bend over or sit with her legs
spread for a more intimate inspection.

Right before the auction a middle aged white lady walked towards her,
stopping before she got as close as the men usually did.  Shanika
displayed herself for the woman.

"You're pretty for a colored girl," said the woman.

"Thank you, ma'am," replied Shanika.

"How old are you?" she asked.

"Twenty eight, ma'am." answered the black girl.

"I need to have a better look at your... uh... you know, between your
legs," the older lady stammered.

"Yes, ma'am," said Shanika, who sat and spread her legs wide so the
white lady could get a good look at her pussy.

"I just want to see that you're... uh... you know, healthy, if you
know what I mean."

"Yes, ma'am."  She didn't know, but it didn't matter.  If the white
lady wanted to see her pussy, Shanika would show it to her.

The woman looked her over again and hurried to the next slave girl on
display.

And then it was time for the auction.  Shanika watched as a young
nervous looking teenage slave girl, maybe nineteen at the most, was
sold for 450.  A scruffy looking white man, old enough to be her
daddy, happily led her away in chains.

Nydia, who Shanika remembered from the ride to the club, was next.
The slender black woman seemed to be a returning favorite as the bids
went all the way to 600 for her.  Two twenty-something white men
exchanged high fives when their bid proved to be the winner.  They
took Nydia off down the path towards the cabins.

Then it was Shanika's turn.  Yolanda led her to the block through the
dusty court yard.  She felt the eyes of the white folks on her as she
climbed the steps up the platform and up on to the block.  She
displayed herself to the bidders without having to be told.

One man she recognized from last night started the bidding off.  He
was part of the group that watched Shonelle and Traleen bring her to
orgasm at Debbie's instructions.  Then the white lady who had spoken
to Shanika prior to the auction raised the bid.  It went back and
forth with the lady finally putting forth the winning bid at 300.

Yolanda led her down the steps and presented her to her new mistress.
The white lady signed the paper and accepted Shanika's chain.

"Thank you for buying me, Mistress" said Shanika, without being
prompted.  She was learning quickly to be an obedient slave girl.

"Yes.  Uh, no need to call me Mistress.  It sounds kind of strange to
me," she said.  "My name is Helen, all right?"

"Yes, ma'am, Miz Helen," Shanika replied.

Helen spoke to Yolanda, "I've arranged for a suite in the main house,
can you have the girl sent to me in half an hour?  I've need to attend
to a few things first."

"Yes, ma'am," replied Yolanda.  "She'll be delivered to your room
then."

Again Shanika was to be an object.  Something to be sent up to this
white lady's suite like breakfast from room service.  She watched as
the woman walked away and disappeared into the main house.

Yolanda led Shanika to the side of the platform, securing her chain to
an iron post set into the ground.  "You'll wait here until it's time
to deliver you to your mistress."

She recognized Shonelle and Traleen as they were led to the auction
block.  Apparently the two sisters were to be sold as a set.  There
was barely room for both of the large light skinned teenagers to
display themselves to the potential buyers.  The bids increased
quickly with three separate parties participating.  The girls finally
went for 950.  Their new master seemed quite pleased to be leading the
two girls towards the main house.

As Shanika watched them heading away she saw a short negro girl
wearing an old cotton skirt and a denim work shirt approached her from
the direction of the main house.  Younger than Shanika, she wore a
bandana over her close cropped hair.  The girl also wore a thick
leather collar fastened with a silver colored buckle around her neck.

"I is s'posed to take you to yo' mistress now," she said, reaching for
the chain that hung from Shanika's collar.  The girl led her at a
slower pace that made it easy for the shackled slave to keep up,
leaving some slack in the chain.

They entered through a service entrance and then went up a narrow
staircase.  Shanika's ankle chain clanked on the wooden steps as she
climbed.  At the top of the stairs the negro girl pushed open a door
and led the chained black woman through.  Shanika felt the plush
carpet under her feet as she was taken down the corridor.  The place
reminded her of a nice hotel.

A heavy set black woman with short graying hair in a faded grey work
dress and white apron was vacuuming floor.  She looked up from her
work and exchanged nods with the girl leading Shanika to her new
mistress's room.  Shanika became more aware of that she was completely
naked and in restraints as the old housekeeper looked right at her,
the gray haired negress's eyes slowly taking in the slave girl's nude
body.

They walked past her and she returned to her task.  The negro girl
knocked on one of the doors and looked Shanika up and down as they
waited for an answer, there eyes met as the door opened.

Helen was wearing a robe and had a towel around her hair.  "Has it
been a half hour already?" she asked.  "Well never mind.  Bring her in
and put her where she'll be out of the way for now."

Shanika felt as if she were luggage being delivered to a traveler's
hotel room.  The negro girl let go of the chain leaving Shanika
standing near the wall in the entrance way.  She looked around her
surroundings and saw a couch and two big easy chairs facing a heavy
wooden coffee table.  A desk and chair were facing a wall with a
doorway in it.  Through the open door, She could see an old fashioned
four poster bed.

"Don't forget, I want champagne sent up on ice in half an hour," Helen
instructed the young negro girl.

"Yes'm.  I won't forget," she answered and left, closing the door
behind her.

Helen took the towel of her head revealing her wet auburn colored
hair.  The white lady stepped into the bathroom and Shanika heard the
sound of a blow dryer start up.  The slave girl stood where she'd been
left and waited, wondering what this white woman was up to.

After a few minutes she heard the blow dryer stop and Helen emerged
from the bathroom still in her robe.  She removed the robe and hung it
up.  She was wearing shear panties but no bra.  Shanika saw her firm
white breasts and pink nipples.  Tan lines clearly showed the contrast
with the rest of her body.  Helen seemed totally oblivious to
Shanika's presence while she put on a shear negligee gown.  She showed
no modesty and made no effort to hide her nudity from the black slave
girl.  It was as if she were dressing in front of a pet.

She briefly stepped back into the bathroom and emerged wearing red
lipstick, spraying herself with perfume.  Finally she walked over to
Shanika, looking her over carefully.

"I didn't get a good chance to look you over properly earlier.  Open
your mouth," she ordered.

Shanika complied and the white lady pulled her bottom lip out and then
the top examining her teeth.

"Lift your arms."

Again, Shanika did as instructed.  "Hmmm, kind of stubbley, but there
isn't much time and it's not that bad," she said to herself.

"Ok.  Come with me," she ordered.  The older woman picked up the chain
on Shanika's collar and led the negro slave girl into the bedroom.
The links jangled as she shuffled where she was pulled to.

"My husband will be here soon and I want everything to be just so for
him.  You are not to speak, just do what I say.  Is that clear?" she
asked.

"Yes'm, Miz Helen," replied Shanika.

"Now I want to get these chains off of you.  I'm afraid they'll catch
on my gown."  Helen removed the wrist and ankle cuffs and then looked
her naked slave girl over again.  "You know, I think I'll leave the
collar on.  John will get a thrill out of it."

There was a knock on the door to the outside hall.

"Oh, shit!" exclaimed Helen.  "That might be him.  Quick, I want you
on your knees facing away from the door."

Shanika turned around, her back towards the doorway to the living room
of the suite and got on her knees.

"Now bend over with your face on the floor.  I want your ass up in the
air."

The slave girl bent over pushing her black ass up and placing her face
on the carpeted bedroom floor.

"Spread you legs more.  As far as you can, but keep that ass up."
Helen had lost whatever inhibitions she'd had ordering her black slave
girl to do her bidding.

Shanika complied, spreading her legs as wide as she could as she heard
another knock on the door.

"Stay like that," ordered Helen, who left the bedroom, closing the
door behind her.

Shanika heard muffled voices followed by the outer door closing.
Immediately the bedroom door opened.

"It was just the champagne, but John will be here soon," she said,
thoughtfully inspecting the slave girl, her most private parts
obscenely presented to her.

"Damn, that just won't do," she said, more to herself than to Shanika.
"I like the kneeling and face on the floor, it's so deliciously
submissive.  But I want him to be able to see what he's getting
without crawling around like some animal.  Get up on the bed, same
position."

Climbing on to the bed, Shanika again assumed the position with her
ass in the air, her legs spread wide, her face on the bed.  Apparently
crawling around an animal was fine for the young black slave girl.

"That's good.  He'll be able to see everything this way.  Stay like
that," Helen instructed as she laid out Shanika's chain past the
kneeling negro girl and hung it over the far side of the bed.  Shanika
heard the bedroom door close and she was alone, waiting to be
presented to Helen's husband.

Time progressed slowly for the naked colored girl.  She waited
patiently, bent over as if in supplication.  Her legs spread wide
giving anyone who entered the room an eyeful of black ass and cunt.
She felt her muscles stiffening in the cool air.  She was alone with
the sound of her own breathing and heart beating to keep her company.

After many minutes passed Shanika heard a knock on the outer door.  A
few seconds later she heard muffled voices, a man and a woman.
Helen's husband must be here, she thought.  The voices continued,
broken occasionally by laughter.  After a few minutes she heard a loud
pop, followed by more laughter.  They must have opened the champagne,
thought Shanika.  More time went by, the naked slave girl simply
waited to be used.

Finally she heard the bedroom door open and felt the breeze it stirred
on her bare flesh.

"No peeking, now," laughed Helen.  Shanika couldn't see the door from
her position on the bed but could sense another presence.

"Ok, you can look now," Helen giggled.  "Happy birthday, darling!"

"Holy shit, Helen!" a male voice exclaimed.  "How did you know?  You
know I had a feeling when you called me to come up here, but I
couldn't believe you'd really do it!"

"Well," Helen said softly, "you're a wonderful husband and I thought
'What would John like more than anything?'.  And this is what I came
up with.  A nigger girl for you to use!  She's ours for the rest of
the day."

"I don't know what to say, Helen," the man said, "this is great!"
Shanika heard the sounds of the couple kissing.

"Go ahead, go and touch her.  I know you want to!" said Helen,
obviously pleased by her husbands reaction to her gift.

Shanika shuddered as she felt the man's hands on her ass, gently
caressing her.

"Don't be shy, John.  You can play with her pussy or whatever you
want.  It's ok.  You'll be able to fuck her and everything!  It's not
like your cheating on me with another woman.  It's only a nigger!"
Helen's voice suddenly got sultry.  "But I get to watch."

His hands roamed to her pussy and rubbed the entire length of her
slit.  Shanika wiggled her ass a little in response.  Encouraged, the
caresses continued and she felt his finger penetrate her.

"Wow, she's really wet," said John.  "She must like it like this."  He
put a second finger in Shanika's vagina.

"Probably," said Helen.  "So what do you want to do first?"

"I don't know," replied John.  "This is just so cool!"

"Well, you've been bugging me to go down on you even though you know I
don't like it.  Why don't you have the nigger suck your cock?"
suggested Helen.  "I want some of that cock myself, so if you get off
in the nigger's mouth first I'll be able to get a nice long fucking."

"Sounds good to me.  How about we go in the living room so I can sit
in one of those over-stuffed chairs?" he asked.

"Grab that chain and bring her on out," she replied.

John slipped his fingers out of the slave girl's cunt and grabbed the
chain.  "C'mon, girl.  Let's go, I've got something for you."

Shanika got up and John led her into the living room where Helen was
already waiting.  He undressed and Shanika could see his white cock
was fully erect and throbbing.  He sat in the chair and pulled her
towards him by the chain.  She dropped to her knees, knowing what she
was expected to do.

She started licking the tip of his cock and the up and down the sides.
John moaned with pleasure.  She reached one hand up between his legs
and began caressing his balls as she took his white cock between her
dark lips.  She sucked him and used her tongue on him even while he
was in her mouth.  His hips started bucking gently and she felt his
hands on her stubble covered scalp.

"Oh, yeah," murmured John as Shanika began bobbing her head up and
down over his shaft.  She was slurping loudly as he bucked harder.
Helen got out of her chair and walked behind John's.  She reached over
and began gently rubbing her hands on her husbands chest as the black
girl continued to suck him off.

"You like that, baby?" Helen whispered to him.  "You like having that
nigger suck your cock?"

"Uh, huh."

"Mmmm.  I thought you would," she cooed.  "Just relax and enjoy it.
We've got all night.  You can use her however you want.  She's your
nigger tonight.  All yours, baby.  My gift to you."

John clutched Shanika's head in his hands and thrust his white cock
into the negro girl's mouth faster and faster.

His breath quickened and he groaned.  Both Helen and Shanika knew he
was close.

"You gonna cum now, baby?" asked Helen.  "You gonna cum for me?  All
up in your nigger's face?  That's right, baby, fuck her black face.
Cum in those big soft nigger lips.  It feels good, doesn't it baby?
Your nigger's mouth feels good for you?"

"Oh, yeah," gasped John.  "Oh, yeah."

Suddenly John started cumming, quickly filling Shanika's mouth with
hot sperm.  She continued to suck and tried to swallow as much as she
could, but semen started to leak out from between her lips, running
down his glistening member.

"That's it, baby.  Let it all go.  Keep cumming for me," Helen coaxed
in a husky voice.  "Right in the nigger's face."

He spasmed a couple more times and then relaxed.  Shanika started
licking up the cum that had leaked from her mouth, sucking it up from
the pubic hair on his cock and balls.

Helen came around and kissed him deeply and he released Shanika's head
and put his arms around his wife.  Finished with the tongue bath she
was administering, she moved back out of the way of the couple,
remaining on her knees, waiting for further instructions.

The white woman slid into her husband's lap and they continued to kiss
as John wound down from his orgasm.

"Thank you, darling," he said.  "That was fantastic."

"Well, I'm glad you liked it," she replied and kissed him again before
getting up.  "How about some more champagne?"

Helen walked over to the table where a champagne bottle in an ice
bucket and two champagne glasses sat.  She filled both glasses and
walked over to her husband who stood to accept on of the glasses.
They silently toasted each other, kissed, and went to sit on the couch
to enjoy their drinks.

The couch faced the spot where Shanika kneeled on the floor.  Helen
whispered in her husbands ear and then spoke to the black slave girl.
"Display yourself like you did at the auction, girl," she ordered.

Shanika spread her knees wide and placed her hands behind her head
thrusting her full black breasts forward.  Her chain hung between
them.  There was small amount of semen on one cheek and her chin.

"Isn't that darling?" Helen asked John.  "It almost gets me hot seeing
our little nigger girl showing off like that!"

John stared and the negro slave girl drinking in the sight her
displaying her young black body to him.  "Yeah," he agreed.  "It's
hot."

Helen put her hand between her husband's legs.  "My, my, my!" she
laughed.  "I think you'll be ready for action again soon!"

"I think I'm ready now!", he replied, standing up.  He helped Helen up
and the two of them walked to the bedroom.  "You don't mind if I bring
the nigger, too, do you?  I'd love to have her with us.  It'd be like
a threesome."

"You're the birthday boy," she replied, "but this time I get the
present!  Bring her along."  Then she spoke to Shanika.  "Come along,
girl.  Don't get up.  Stay on all fours.  Like a nigger dog."

John picked up Shanika's chain and she put her arms down and leaned
forward on her hands.  The black slave girl followed the white couple
into the bedroom on all fours, led on a leash.  As she went along
behind them like that she couldn't help noticing that tingling feeling
in her stomach and the wetness between her legs.

Helen laid on the bed, opened her gown, revealing her breasts, and
motioned to her husband to join her.  He climbed into bed with her and
sat on his knees looking at her.  Shanika's chain was still in his
hand.  He bent over his wife and began to kiss her pink nipples,
taking one into his mouth and gently sucking on it.  His ass in the
air, he tugged at the slave girls chain.

"Lick my ass, nigger," he ordered, momentarily letting his wife's
nipple slip out of his lips.

Shanika climbed into the bed and put her face up to the white man's
ass.  She began to kiss it.  Again and again, moving closer to his
asshole.  When she reached it, she kissed it a couple of times and
then began to run her tongue over it.  John moaned and his dick jerked
as she pushed her tongue it.  She reached between his legs and started
massaging his balls as she rimmed him.  Moving her hand forward she
started squeezing his raging hard on, causing him to gasp.  Shanika
kept licking, running her tongue between his asshole and balls and
back again, pausing to push it in.  Each time she did it he groaned in
pleasure and pre-cum started dripping from his cock.

Noticing how worked up her husband was, Helen told him, "time to fuck
me.  Time to fuck your baby, Daddy."

"Pull my panties off, nigger," she ordered Shanika.  "Pull them off,
my little black bitch."

The black girl stopped tonguing the white man's ass and moved around
to remove Helen's panties.  The white woman lifted her hips to allow
her slave girl to pull them down her legs and off.  She spread her
legs and her husband got between them, mounting her.

"Now put them over your head, you black bitch," she said.  "No
peeking."

The panties were wet and smelled of Helen's musk.  Shanika put them on
over her head as ordered.  Even this latest humiliation did nothing to
dampen her arousal.  She listened as John plowed into Helen's cunt.
She could hear the slapping sound of flesh on flesh as he pounded his
wife's pussy.  She almost put her hand between her own legs in order
to get some relief for herself.

"That's it, Daddy.  Fuck baby's pussy.  Fuck it good," cooed the white
woman.  The vigor of John's fucking increased.  "Fuck me, Daddy.  Fuck
me!  Oh, yes.  Yes!  Yes!"  Helen climaxed loudly and her husband
couldn't hold back any longer.

"Here I cum, Baby," he cried.  The bed creaked in time to the married
couple's fucking and gradually slowed as they lay spent.

"Oh, Daddy!" cooed his wife, "you were wonderful!"

Shanika listed as the two gradually caught their breath.  Finally, she
felt the bed bounce a little as John rolled off Helen and lay on his
side next to his wife.

"Daddy?" she said to her husband in a little girl voice.  "Would it be
ok if I have the nigger go down on me?  I've always wanted to see what
it would be like to have another woman eat me."

"I was hoping you'd want to do that!" he replied.  "I fantasize about
that allot."

"Thank you, Daddy!" she exclaimed.

"Ok, girl.  Take those panties off and come and eat me." she said to
Shanika.  "Suck all that cum out of my pussy like a good nigger."

The slave girl took her mistress's wet panties off her head and saw
the white woman lying before her with her legs spread.  Her husband's
semen was leaking out of her pussy.  Some in her curly brown pubic
hair and some in a puddle on the sheet between her legs.

Shanika had never gone down on a woman before.  She hadn't even had a
lesbian experience until the day of her interview.  That was just
getting fondled a little by Debbie, and last night she was on the
receiving end from Shonelle and Traleen.  She considered herself
completely straight and didn't find the prospect of eating Helen's
cream pie very appetizing.  But she was a slave and she must service
her mistress.

The colored girl leaned forward on her hands and knees and crawled
between the white woman's legs.  She put her mouth right in front her
mistress's sticky, wet, cum covered pussy.

"Kiss it!" ordered Helen.  "Kiss it, you black bitch."

Shanika pressed her black face into the white woman's crotch and
kissed her.  Then again.  She could feel the the combination of semen
and pussy juice smeared on her as she put her lips to Helen's freshly
fucked pussy.  She kissed it a few more times before she poked her
pink tongue from between her brown lips and started licking.  She
pushed her tongue into her hairy white cunt and started lapping up
mess left by the woman's husband.

Helen responded by closing her thighs on the negro girl's head,
moaning with pleasure.

"Oh, you are a good little pussy licker.  Such a good licker!" she
cooed.

The black girl continued to lap at the white woman's cunt and then
started to flick her clit with her tongue.  Helen responded with
another loud moan and squeezed Shanika's head tighter between her
thighs.  Her hips started bucking, literally masturbating herself on
negro slave's black face.  Shanika licked and sucked furiously.

"That's it, my little nigger pussy girl.  Lick me good.  Suck my
pussy, my little black bitch.  Make me cum."

The bed creaked in time to Helen's thrusts.  Shanika could barely
breath as she continued to service her mistress.

"Oh, oh, oh!" she cried.  "Oh, kiss me, Daddy.  I'm almost there!" she
said to her husband.  At that Shanika felt new wetness on her face as
the white woman climaxed.  "Mmmm," she moaned.

At last her humping subsided and she released her grip on her slave
girl's head.  Shanika sat back, gulping for air.  The scent of the
white woman was strong and the black girls face was shiny with her
juices.  She saw that Helen had her arms around her husband and he
held her as she came down from her orgasm.

Shanika just sat there on her knees, waiting for further orders, as
the mix of pussy juice and semen dried on her face.  Her own pussy
throbbed with unsatisfied desire.

"Damn, that was hot, baby," said John breathlessly.  "I always
imagined what it would be like to see you with another woman, but that
was incredible."

Helen looked up at him.  "I thought so, too."  She pulled him toward
her and kissed him again.

"You're not going to believe this, baby, but I'm ready to go again,"
he said, "I mean that was so hot, I'd have to be dead not to get hard
again after seeing it."

"But, Daddy, your baby's exhausted!" she complained.  "Why don't you
use the nigger's pussy?  I bet she's ready to be fucked."

"Her face is a mess," said John.

"Then bend her over and fuck her!" replied Helen.  "C'mon, Daddy,
Hurry up and use the nigger's pussy and come back to me!"

"Turn around and bend over, nigger.  Time for you to get some white
cock in you," he ordered Shanika.

The cum covered negro girl turned around on her elbows and knees,
displaying her sex to the white man.

"Oooh, look!," exclaimed Helen.  "She's just like a little nigger
monkey presenting like that!  Use her, Daddy.  I want to see you use
the little black bitch."

Her husband required no further prompting.  He went up to Shanika and
easily slid his stiff white cock into her wet black pussy and started
pumping with no preliminaries.  He fucked her hard and fast.  Shanika
gasped and her chain jingled melodically with each stroke.  She had
been denied any pleasure for herself up to now and she was ready to
explode.  She could feel his balls slapping against her and his hands
gripping her hips.  She could tell an orgasm was building up inside
her just as John grunted and ejaculated weakly inside her leaving her
frustrated and unsatisfied.

"Oh, man," he said as he lay beside his wife.  "I've had it.  I
thought I could fuck that nigger bitch all night, but that's all I've
got."

Shanika, not knowing what else to do, remained on her elbows and
knees, her cum covered face resting on the mattress at the foot of the
bed.  Her ass was in the air and a little semen ran out of her used
black pussy and down one leg.  She wished that John could have lasted
a little longer, she had been so close.

Helen rolled on her side and ran her fingers through her husband's
chest hair.  Then she looked at Shanika.  "All right, fun's over.  Off
the bed, nigger.  Get on the floor where you belong."

The black slave girl got off the bed and laid on the floor at the foot
of the bed like she was the family dog.  Meanwhile the white couple
held each other in post-coital bliss.

She must have fallen asleep because the next thing she knew, daylight
was streaming in the bedroom window.  John and Helen were stirring in
their bed.  Shanika was cold and stiff on the floor, a crust of dried
cum on her face and between her legs.

"Well, Daddy, it isn't your birthday anymore, but you're present's
still here," she giggled.

"Sorry, baby.  I'm not recharged yet.  Maybe twenty years ago I'd be
raring to go," he explained.

"Ok," she said, "I'll call and have them take her back.  I've got to
take a shower."

Helen picked up the phone next to the bed.  "This is room 205.  Could
you send someone up to take this nigger away?"  There was a pause.
"That's right, we're through with her now.  Thanks."

In a few minutes there was a knock at the door.  "Time for you to go,
girl," she said to Shanika.  She handed the slave girl the ankle and
wrist cuffs.  "I'm sure they'll want these back, too."

Helen went to the door with her slave in tow.  The same negro girl in
the bandana and work shirt was there.  "Here girl, we're all done with
this nigger."  She handed the negro girl Shanika's chain.

"Yes, ma'am," said the girl who then pulled on the slave's chain and
led the naked black girl to the service stairway.

Once again, they encountered the old cleaning lady pushing a
housekeeping cart.  The gray haired black woman looked Shanika over,
Shanika lowered her head in shame knowing what a sight she must be.

She was led down the stairs and outside into the sunlight.  The negro
girl pulled on Shanika's chain to hurry her towards the slave barn
where she would be made presentable again.


  
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