Shanika at the Plantation Club
by Neal

Chapter 7 - The Return

Several weeks had passed since Shanika's weekend at the Plantation
Club.  Some mornings she would wake having dreamed she was still
there: naked and chained, standing on the auction block, the lust in
the eyes of the white folks as they bid their money for her black
body.

As she came out of her slumber, she'd become aware of her
surroundings: her bedroom in her apartment, the sounds of the city
outside her window.  Gradually the clarity of the dream would begin to
fade until nothing remained except a slight sense of longing and a
tingling feeling deep inside her.

It almost seemed like a lifetime ago for her, even though her hair had
only now grown to be stylishly short instead of slave stubble.  Had it
really been her?, she thought.  The whole adventure seemed like a
dream and lately her mind had kept wandering back there.

In the end all it took was a phone call.  The arrangements were made
and here she was, stepping off the bus and walking to where the van
waited to return her to that other life.  She recognized Steve the
driver as he watched her approach.

"Well, well, well," he leered.  "Looks who's back.  I was hoping I
hadn't seen the last of you."  He climbed out of the van and went
around the back to open the door.  Shanika followed without speaking.

"Hop in, nigger," he said.  "Get those clothes off.  You know what to
do."

She stepped through the door into the van.  She'd forgotten how
exposed she felt undressing here, just a few feet from the sidewalk
where the occasional pedestrian walked by.  Nobody seemed to look her
way, though, except for Steve.  She had his full attention.  Shanika
pulled her tee shirt off and slipped off her sandals.  She came
dressed in clothing that would be easy to get out of knowing that
she'd be traveling nude.  Like a slave.

"That's ok, take your time," he encouraged her, "I could watch you all
day."

She pulled down her pants together with her panties revealing her
naked black pussy.  Although she had let her hair grow back, she chose
to keep her pubic area shaved.

"Ah!" exclaimed Steve, "bald coochie!  Damn, girl!  You're making it
hard for me to keep from just jumping up in there and havin' me some
of that!"  Her face burned with embarrassment as she noticed that an
elderly white couple looked her way from the sidewalk having overheard
Steve's outburst.  She doubted that they could see her in the shadow
inside the van, but she felt exposed anyway.

He licked his lips as she removed her bra, her full black breasts
spilling out.  He watched intently as she bent over to put her clothes
in an empty box on the floor, displaying her ample negro ass to the
grinning white man.

"Now that is one fine booty, I'm tellin' you.  I mean, even for a
nigger that's a fine booty."  He paused for a long moment.  "Well,
might as well get comfortable for the ride.  Two more to go and it's
off to the ranch."

Steve's comments made her flush with shame.  It was if he was admiring
a prize animal instead of a young woman.  But mixed with the shame,
she felt that familiar tingle again.

He closed the door and she stepped through the curtain into the dimly
lit cargo area.  A very large, very dark black woman with short
cropped hair sat on the left bench.  She looked up and smiled at
Shanika.  Next to her sat an older, perhaps in her late thirties,
colored lady of average proportions.  This woman had very distinct
African features: broad nose, thick lips, dark skin, short nappy hair.
She, too, smiled at Shanika as she looked around to see her fellow
human cargo.

On the right sat Nydia, who Shanika remembered from her first journey
to the club.  She sat down next to her.

"Well, girl, where've you been?" asked Nydia.  "I thought fer sure you
be back sooner den dis."

"It took me a while to work up the nerve to come back," she replied.
"I just couldn't believe how it was there and how I felt about it."

"I knows what you mean," said Nydia.  "When I first gots home, it just
didn't seem real.  Like it didn't really happen.  But I kept thinking
'bout it all da time."

Shanika nodded.  "Yeah, it was strange.  I mean those white folks
treated me like I was some kind of thing.  Leading me around like a
dog.  The way they looked at me...  The way they used me for their own
pleasure like I didn't matter.  Like I was a sex toy or something.
Something to fuck.  Something to amuse them.  It was so humiliating
and degrading.

"But... I don't know... something about it was exciting.  I got so
turned on by it.  But I was so ashamed that I liked it.  To be treated
like an animal.  Like a slave.  It was so confusing.  But at the end I
just gave myself over to it.  When I got home I couldn't believe what
I'd done there.

Nydia smiled at her.  "I knows it, girl.  An' now you knows it.  It's
what I trys to tell you las' time."

The two black women sitting across from them were listening as they
spoke.  "That's why I come back," said the older one.  "My name is
Yvonne.  I don't mean to butt in, but that's exactly why I come back.
It ain't for the money.  It's for the thrill of it."  She lowered her
voice.  "My husband thinks I'm visiting my momma.  He just can't do it
for me like this.  When we're having sex, I'm thinking of those horny
white men.  He never looks at me like they do.  They see a sexual
animal when they look at me.  A bitch in heat.  A nigger.  None of 'em
care if I get off or not.  Neither does my boring husband.  But he
just goes through the motions like he don't care.  Those white men
love to use me.  And so help me, I love it, too."

The big colored girl joined the conversation.  "I'm Bernetha," she
said.  "I used to work in an office.  The people there made me feel
bad 'cause I was so big.  I could tell the way they talked.  I know
they was makin' jokes 'bout me.  I couldn't stand it.  But at the club
it's all different.  I been there a bunch of times.  Those men be hot
for me!  They think I'm sexy and they want me bad.  A couple of times
at the auction I went for more than any of the other girls there."

Just then they heard the van door open up.

"Get on up in there you two," said Steve.  The women heard footsteps
on the other side of the curtain.  "Now get them clothes off!"

"But people might see us!," complained a female voice.

"Tough shit," scoffed Steve.  "You better get used to it.  Niggers
wearin' clothes.  Tha's just stupid.  Don't you worry none 'bout that.
Jes get yo' black asses naked and do it now!"

"I tol' you already," said a second female voice.  "You do like you
tol'"

"You listen' to yo' momma, girl," Steve said.  No more complaints were
heard, just the sounds of the two unseen females undressing.

"All right then," spoke the driver.  They heard the door shut and two
women entered from behind the curtain.

One was thick though not fat and appeared to be the same age as
Yvonne.  The other couldn't have been much older than eighteen.  She
was very dark and had big soft brown eyes that looked around at her
fellow passengers, clearly uncomfortable to be seen this way.  Her
long thin braids hung down past her shoulders.

They settled on the bench opposite Shanika, the young black girl
sitting nervously with her hands clasped in her lap.

The motor started and they began to move.

"Is this your first time?" asked Shanika.

The girl nodded looking at the floor.  The older one addressed them
all.  "I'm Maya, and this is my daughter Darla."  Darla looked around
at the others as her mother introduced her.  "She got no use for
school, jus' boys.  Well, she'll get plenty of that where we goin'."

"That's fo' sho'," said Nydia.  "Them white boys'll want some of that,
girl.  You just do like they say, an' you be fine.  Don' you worry
none."

"I know," answered Darla.  And then to her mother, "I said I could do
this.  You'll see."

They rode on in silence.  After a while they turned down the rough
road and were almost there.  The trip didn't seem as long to Shanika
this time.  Finally they stopped and the rear door opened.

Steve pulled the curtain aside and outside light poured in.  The naked
black slave girls blinked at the sudden change in brightness.

"You all been here before," he said opening the foot locker where
their shackles were stored.  "You know what to do.  Get those collars
and cuffs on and be quick about it."

They each gathered up the hardware that they'd be wearing during their
stay at the club and began to put it on.  Darla looked frightened at
this in spite of her brave talk earlier.  Maya, having finished
putting the steel collar and manacles on herself, helped her daughter.
The young girl shuddered as the collar clicked around her lovely brown
neck.

In spite of her growing nervousness, Shanika could feel the excitement
between her legs as she finished putting the cuffs on.  The driver
looked up at her as he finished attaching the chain between her
ankles.

"You one excitable nigger, ain't you?" he said and reached his hand
between Shanika's legs.  "You soaking wet!  Fuckin' A!"

Shanika looked away from him, embarrassed by her condition.  All the
other women looked away, too, except for Darla who watched with her
eyes wide.

"Shit.  You so fuckin' wet, they gonna think I busted a nut up in
there," said the driver.  "Bend over, nigger, and show me that ass.  I
might as well get some of that coochie now."

This humiliation only made her more excited.  She turned away from the
white man and bent over, resting her hands on the bench.  Her chains
jangled as she moved.  She could here the clanking of the other women
shifting around.  She heard the drivers zipper and then felt his cock
enter her wet black cunt.

"See, it slides right in."  Steve was breathless.  "You sure are one
hot nigger bitch."  He slammed his dick into her again and again.  The
sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the van along with the
scent of her musk.  He grunted which each thrust and her chains
jingled in response.

Two minutes was all he could last.  "Take it, bitch," he growled.  She
felt him ejaculate into her wet black pussy.  His cock started
softening immediately and he withdrew from her and slapped her on the
ass.  "That's a girl.  You like that white cock, don't you?" he asked.

"Yas, suh," she agreed though she hadn't been close to cumming.

"All right, fun's over.  Stand up," he ordered, pulling his pants up.
Shanika turned and stood.  She could feel his semen running down her
leg as he attached the chains between the slave's collars.  She looked
around at the other women who had just witnessed the driver using her
to relieve his excitement.

He led them out, with Shanika in the lead.  He like to have whichever
negress he'd just used as the first of the daisy chain of slave girls.

She surveyed the scene before her.  Nothing had changed.  The slave
barn, the main house, the platform, and the auction block were just as
she remembered them.  It was early, and only a few men had wandered
over to check out the new merchandise.  Soon enough she'd be on the
block and off to satisfy some white man's lust.

Yolanda came through the small crowd and accepted the chain from Steve
the driver.  She looked over the slave women, her eyes stopping
momentarily on the trail of wetness on Shanika's thigh.  She looked up
at the driver who met her gaze.

"She was like that," he lied.

"Yes, Massa," she replied.

Steve closed the van door and made his way towards the main house.

Yolanda led the chain of slaves to the barn to be prepared for display
and eventual sale.

"Well, missy, I see Massa Steve has a new favorite," she observed.

Shanika felt her cheeks grow hot with shame knowing that the older
woman had noticed she had just been fucked.

"No matter," she continued, "we'll get you all cleaned up now."

As they entered the barn, Shanika noticed another slave was being
washed ahead of them.  Mr. Richards stood nearby watching the
proceedings.  He came over to Yolanda when he saw her with the captive
colored women and looked each one over.

"Hmmm," he said.  "What is it about these braids that I love so well?"
Then he focused on Darla's face instead of her hair.  "How old are you
again?"

Darla looked back at her mother and then to Mr. Richards again.
"Uh... eighteen?" she stammered.

"Yolanda, leave the braids on the girl, shear the rest," he said.

He then turned to Shanika and reached out to touch her cheek.  "I
remember you, girl.  I was hoping you'd come back."  He looked her up
and down, noticing her bare pussy and raising his eyebrows before
looking back at her face.  "Nice."

Shanika looked into the older white gentleman's eyes for a moment and
then looked down and smiled, a little embarrassed.  "Thank you,
Massa," she said, "I's honored you remember dis nigger."

"Nice," he said again.  At that he walked away and outside.

The older colored lady turned to the slave girl.  "My, oh, my.  I
think he might want you for himself, missy."  She unclipped the next
girl's chain from Shanika's collar and led her to the stall.

"No need to shave that coochie, is there?" she said as she sheared off
Shanika's short nappy hair with the electric clippers.

"No, ma'am," she replied.

"Let's go over here now."  Yolanda led the hairless slave girl to the
hose stall.  "If you've got to go, you better do it now."

Shanika was feeling good about herself, remembering the warm tingly
sensation she got from pleasing the Massa.  This new humiliation,
however, urinating in front of Yolanda and the slave girls like an
animal, brought her quickly back down to earth.  She looked at the
ground as she squatted over the drain and emptied her bladder under
the older woman's watchful eye.

When she was finished peeing she looked up at her fellow slaves.  They
all were looking away except for Darla who stared with a panicked look
on her face.  Obviously the young black girl hadn't been prepared for
this kind of degrading display.  She was starting to realize what she
was in for.

Yolanda got out the brush and bucket of soapy water and began to scrub
Shanika down.  The bristles were harsh on her sensitive flesh,
especially her nipples and tender, recently used pussy.  Next she felt
the cold shock of the water from the hose as Yolanda rinsed her off.

Next it was Darla's turn.  The young woman stood stoicly as Yolanda
shaved her pussy hair off.  Led over to the drain, the older woman
told her to squat.  Darla shook her head.

"Listen to me, missy," scolded Yolanda, "you better not be pissing out
in the auction yard.  Massa will have you whipped for that.  Best you
do it now."

"I can't," whimpered the young negro girl, "not with everyone
watching."

"That's too bad.  Don't cry later that you weren't warned," Yolanda
told her.  She proceeded to begin scrubbing the colored teen with the
rough brush causing her to start fussing.  She cried out as the brush
scrubbed over her black nipples and pressed her thighs together as
Yolanda went to scrub her freshly shaved crotch.

"You better open those legs, girl," warned Yolanda.

"No!" cried Darla, "that brush hurts!"

Whap!  Whap!  Yolanda slapped the insolent slave girl twice across the
face.  "What did you say to me?"  Yolanda was angry.  "The word no
isn't in your vocabulary anymore, missy.  You'll do what you're told,
and you'll do it immediately!"

"It hurts!" whimpered the shocked teen, her eyes wet with tears.  "Not
on my pussy.  Please ma'am?"

"Open those legs now, bitch!" Yolanda ordered, "or you'll be sorry for
your disobedience.  Massa would be happy to have you whipped."

Still sniveling, Darla parted her legs.  Yolanda scrubbed her crotch
hard causing the poor negro girl to cry out in pain.

"Don't you *ever* disobey me again," the colored lady said in a voice
that made the teen cringe.  "This is your first time here so I won't
report you.  Believe me, if I did, you'd be the main event on the
whipping post.  Then you'd wish all that was happening was getting
your nasty coochie scrubbed."

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I swear I'll do what you say," sobbed the girl.
"I'll pee now if you want."

"Well, all right then," Yolanda said, her voice softening, "that's a
good girl."

Darla squatted over the drain, her eyes red, tears still running down
her face.  Her vagina burned where the brush had rubbed her raw.
Slowly she began to release her piss, first in fits and starts, then
in a steady stream.  Afterwards Yolanda rinsed the humiliated girl
down with cold water from the hose and returned her, shaking, to stand
with the other slaves.  She couldn't look the others in the face, not
even her own mother.

Yolanda led the big colored girl over to the stall to be shorn.  She
stood quietly as her hair was clipped off.  Like Shanika, Bernetha's
pussy was already bare.  She didn't flinch as she was scrubbed with
soapy water, even lifting her breasts so that Yolanda could get under
the huge black udders.

Eventually all the slaves were ready for display and Yolanda chained
them together again and led them outside into the hot sunlight.  The
number of bidders had grown slightly in the time the negro girls were
being shorn, shaved, and scrubbed.  Each of them were led to their
individual stations, a stool beside the exterior wall of the slave
barn, and had their collar chain attached to a nearby anchor point.

"Don't forget, girls, hands behind head, chest out, legs spread,"
Yolanda reminded them, "look pretty for the Massas and Mistresses."

Bidders circulated amongst the displayed colored girls.  Darla was
attracting a lot of attention, as the younger slaves usually did.
Shanika watched as she assumed the position as she'd been instructed
when a potential buyer approached her.  Beyond her, Shanika saw
Darla's mother, Maya, sitting on her stool with her legs spread,
showing her coochie off to an older white man.  Shanika looked the
other way and saw a white couple speaking to Nydia.  Past her, the big
girl, Bernetha, was bent over with a young white man enjoying the view
of her big black ass.  She could just see Yvonne further along, her
hands clasped behind her head.

Shanika displayed her black body for a thirtyish white man who
approached her.  "Let's see your pussy," he ordered.  She sat on the
stool and spread her legs.  He looked her over without further words
before moving on towards Darla.

Few of the other men spoke to her.  Displaying her front to them and
turning was usually what they wanted to see, though more than a few
liked to check out the coochie.

As this went on, Yolanda brought other girls out.  Probably for
resale, thought Shanika, since they hadn't come out with her in the
van.  She recognized a few, the teenage sisters Shonelle and Traleen,
though their aunt Geraldine was nowhere to be seen.  She remembered
the pregnant girl from her last visit, though she seemed ready to
burst now.  Even the older skinny negress who didn't make minimum bid
was chained to the wall in the display area.  Shanika still felt a
little sorry for the poor woman and the way she'd been led from the
auction block like a dog on her hands and knees for fifty dollars.

Finally, the auction was about to start.  Mr. Richards stood up to the
podium and the bidders began to take there seats on the benches in
front of the platform.  Yolanda led the first slave to be sold up to
the block.  It was Darla, the young negro teen.

"What do I hear for this fine young nigger?" asked Mr. Richards.  "I
understand she's just eighteen years old.  Maybe she's no virgin, but
she's pretty and I bet she's nice and tight.  I think we can safely
start at 250."

The bidding was fast and furious.  Darla was obviously a prize slave
girl.  Shanika saw Maya looking on as her teenage daughter was sold
for 650 to a well dressed older white gentleman.  He beamed as he
accepted her chain from Yolanda and led her towards the main house.

Maya was next.  She had half hoped that Darla's buyer would have stuck
around and bought her, too.  Some Massas liked to have mother and
daughter to use together.  Not this time, though.  She was pretty,
with smooth brown skin, a little on the thick side with nice full
breasts.  Maya was sold for 400 to couple of young white men who might
have been college students.

Yolanda then came for Shanika and led her to the auction block.  This
was the scene she kept playing over and over in her head since her
first visit.  She'd even dreamed of it.  Now it was real, she thought,
as she climbed the stairs and turned to face the crowd in display
position, chest out, legs spread as far as the shackles and chains on
her ankles allowed.

"Now this nigger really understands her place in our world," said
Mr. Richards.  "I promise you won't be disappointed with her.  Fine
looking, well behaved, and hot to trot to boot.  What am I offered for
her?  Who'll give me 100?"

There were only a couple of bidders for her, but finally Shanika went
for 450 to the thirtyish white man who spoke to her earlier.  He was
ordinary looking, brown hair, green eyes, average build.  She noticed
he wore a wedding ring.  Yolanda handed the collar chain over to him.

"Thank you for buying me, Massa," Shanika said to the man, her eyes
respectfully downcast.

Once again, naked, shorn, shaved, and shackled, Shanika was the
property of a white stranger.


  
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