Shanika at the Plantation Club
by Neal

Chapter 11 - The Dirtballs

The next morning the cycle began again.  Elois, the young negro
attendant prepared Shanika for the day.

"Yo' coochie so smooth, girl!" she observed, stroking the slave girls
waxed pussy.  "Won't be needin' to shave you for a while!"

The experiences of the previous evening were still fresh in Shanika's
mind.  She closed her eyes and remembered the touch of Mr. Richards on
her as he masturbated her to orgasm for the amusement of his dinner
guests at the anniversary gala.  It was embarrassing to have so many
white folks watching as she stood there naked with his hands between
her legs, but it felt good and he seemed almost proud of her.  She was
humiliated having to ask permission to cum, but even now she could
feel herself moistening with the memory.

After Elois was through washing her off, Yolanda took her and helped
the black slave girl on with her collar and shackles so she'd be ready
for the auction.  The heat of the sun had burned off what was left of
the morning chill by the time the older colored lady led the negro
slave girl to her station in shackles.  She chained her there by her
collar.  She sat on her stool waiting for prospective buyers of her
body to come by and take a look at the goods.

Mostly it was solitary white men who came by to check Shanika over.
Sometimes there would be couples who mostly spoke quietly to each
other so that she couldn't hear what was said.  Occasionally a group
of two or more white men would inspect her at once.

She displayed herself in the proscribed manner as they approached and
turned slowly around to give them a complete view.  Frequently they'd
want to see her bend over with her legs spread wide so they could see
everything.  As often as she was forced into this demeaning position,
she never got used to it and felt a fresh wave of humiliation each
time.

Sitting on her stool with her legs spread to show off her genitals was
also a favorite demand of the bidders who inspected her.  This, too,
left her face hot with shame in spite of having repeated the display
so many times.  The colored girl didn't understand why the shame she
felt was alway accompanied by a tingle of excitement and a familiar
growing wetness between her legs.

At one point, a group of four white men walked over to her station.
All wore blue jeans, tee shirts, and work boots.  Shanika assumed the
display position for them.

"If you want big tits, Ed, you've gotta be ready for her to be on the
chubby side," opined a bearded, fortyish white man who was quite
chubby himself.  "These nigger's ain't a bunch of Playboy bunnies
after all."

"I'm just sayin' there ain't no reason we gotta settle for no fat
fuckin' bitch just so we get one with more than a handful of tit
meat," replied the skinny, younger one.  "Auction ain't for over an
hour, Al.  One could still turn up."

"Boys," advised the oldest of them, a gray haired white man wearing a
baseball cap with a farm equipment logo on it, "if'n there's a nigger
like what you want here, you can count on her costing more than we
got.  We just gotta pick out one we can all agree on.  Shit, most of
'em look good enough to fuck to me."

"I like this one, Cy," said the youngest, a little younger than
Shanika with blonde hair.  "She's kinda pretty and she got big boobs.
Kinda looks like that colored girl works in the office.  And look at
that booty!  Man, oh, man!"

The slave girl completed her turn and faced them standing with her
legs apart and her hands behind her head.

"Jesus, Bo!  You horny bastard!  You like all of 'em," said Ed.  "Now,
me, I got refined tastes."  He spoke to the negress, "Bend over,
bitch.  Show us that big black ass."

Shanika turned around and bent over keeping her legs as far apart as
the chain connecting her ankles allowed.

"See, she ain't too fat," observed Al, "You can see her coochie even
though she can't spread her legs all the way.  I'd fuck her in a
heartbeat."

"What wouldn't you fuck, Al?" asked Ed.  Cy and Bo laughed out loud.

"Plenty more niggers to look at, boys," said the older white man.

The group moved on leaving Shanika burning with shame.  These men just
looked on her and the other slave girls as so much fuck meat, she
thought.  All they saw was tits, pussy, and ass.

The parade of bidders continued.  The negress posed as demanded,
exposing herself to potential buyers.  The sun grew hot.  Yolanda
moved down the line of slave display stations with a bucket of cool
water.  Shanika drank thirstily when the older colored lady handed her
a cup.

"Auction'll be starting soon," she said before she moved on to the
next girl.

After a few more bidders inspected the negro slave girl's body,
Mr. Richards took the podium and the auction began.  Yolanda led slave
after slave up to the block where they were sold to the highest
bidder.  Shanika was one of the last to go up.

She shuffled in her shackles behind Yolanda as the older black woman
led her to the platform.  Once she had climbed up onto the block she
assumed the display position and the bidding began.

"This nigger never fails to please.  You can see she's quality
merchandise," Mr. Richards went on.  "She knows her place and she's
always ready.  Let's start her off at 100.  How about it gentlemen, do
I hear 100?"

The bidding went up to 350 for Shanika.  She came down from the
platform to be handed over to the four white men who had taken an
interest in her earlier.  She noticed there were few bidders left and
saw Yolanda leading a skinny older negro with droopy breasts up to the
platform.

"Thank you for buying me, Massa," she said to the eldest of the group,
who now held her chain.

"Hang on there, fellas," said Bo, the youngest.  "We had 400 and only
spent 350.  Let's see if we can get this scrawny one cheap.  Two
niggers gotta be better than one."

"Ok," said Ed, "but you get to fuck that one."

Al, the heavyset one, laughed at this.

"What're you laughin' at?" asked Bo defensively.  "You tellin' me you
wouldn't fuck her?"

"We ain't got her, yet," Cy reminded them.

Shanika recognized the slave who had only fetched 50 when she was at
the club the first time.  The poor negress was led away on all fours,
like a dog, after she was sold that time.  This time she climbed the
steps, assumed the display position with her eyes downcast looking at
the dirt in front of the platform.

"This one may have some miles on her, boys, but there's still plenty
left," Mr. Richards called out.  "She knows how to do what you like.
How about 100 for her?  Do I get 100?"

Like last time, there was no answer from the bidders for 100.  The
older colored slave stood in shame on the auction block, unable to
fetch the initial minimum bid.

"Ok, looks like somebody's gonna get a bargain," said the auctioneer.
"What do I hear for this nigger?"

"Fifty bucks!" shouted Bo.

"I've got 50," Mr. Richards said to the bidders, "how about
75?... 75?...  going once... going twice... sold for 50!"

"See?  I got us another nigger," said Bo proudly.  "Ain't you glad
y'all brought me along?"

"She's older than your momma, Bo," said Al.  "But I'll fuck her."

The skinny negress came down the steps and was presented to Bo.

"Thank you for buyin' me, Massa," she said, her eyes still downcast.

"Hook 'em up and let's go to the cabin, boys," instructed Cy.

Bo hooked the older slave's chain to Shanika's collar and Cy led them
both away.  The other white men went along, too.  They all headed
towards the path the led to the cabins.

Upon arrival at the cabin, Shanika noticed that it was larger than one
she'd been in with Roy on her first visit.  When they went inside she
saw there were two bedrooms off the main room, which had a table and
several chairs and another bed.  There was a counter with a sink along
the back wall and an ice chest sat on the floor in front of it.

Cy let go of chain and sat in one of the chairs.  "Get the chains
off'n these niggers," he said.  "They's just for show anyhow.  These
bitches ain't goin' nowhere no how."

Ed removed Shanika's chains while Bo did the same for the skinny
negress he'd bought.  Al sat at the table.  Ed finished with Shanika
and gave her a slap on her big black butt before taking his seat.  Bo
was taking his time and some how managed to give each of his nigger's
droopy tits a squeeze while ostensibly taking off her collar.  The
older colored woman's shackles now off, Bo joined his friends.

"Make yourselves useful and go get us some beers out of that there
cooler," Cy ordered.  The two slave girls walked to where it was.
Shanika bent over to get the cans out of the ice, the white men's eyes
all drawn to her ample ass.

"I haven't seen you before," whispered the older slave to Shanika.
"I'm Jackie.  I've been coming here for years."

Whap!  Shanika looked around.  Ed had stood back up and held a switch
made from a narrow straight green wooden stick.  Jackie startled,
stood up instinctively putting her hands on her ass where a red line
appeared.

"No one told you to talk, nigger," scolded Ed.  "Fetch those beers.
No more yammering."

Shanika went back to fishing beers out, handing two to the chastised
Jackie.  They put them on the table.

"Open 'em up!," said Ed, exasperated.  "You s'posed to be servin' us!"

The younger colored girl popped the tops of the beer cans and passed
them out.  Jackie stood silently and watched.

"I think the fair way to do this is play a little game to see who gets
first dibs," said Cy.  He produced a deck of playing cards and began
shuffling them.  "Here's what we do.  I'll deal out five cards to each
of us, and we'll pick which nigger we want in order, high hand first.
You all agreeable?"

The other three nodded their agreement.

"I'd like a better look at what we're playin' for," Al chimed in.
"How about we get 'em up on the counter there and squat for us, all
pretty like?  I mean it ain't every day we get a couple of nigger
bitches to do what we want with.  I say let's put 'em where we can see
'em proper like."

"That's the first good idea I've heard you come up with, Al," said Ed.
He looked towards Shanika and Jackie.  "All right, ladies, get up
there and show us what you got for us."

Using a chair to help, the two colored girls climbed up on the
linoleum counter top.  One on each side of the sink.  Shanika squatted
down and opened her legs so wide she could feel the tension in her
thighs.  Jackie did the same.

"Say, that *is* nice," observed Cy.  And then to the negresses, "Put
your hands on top of your heads."

The black slave girls did as ordered.

"Damn!" said Bo incredulously, "So long as I sit down, I can even see
their assholes like this!"

Although she had been forced to show off her naked black body so many
times before, there was something especially demeaning about
displaying her sex so obscenely.  It was if she was nothing but tits,
cunt, and ass to these white men.

"That's right,' said Ed with satisfaction.  "They look just like the
nigger fuck meat they is."

Shanika shuddered.  It was almost as if he had responded to her own
thoughts.  Mortified, she felt that tingle again, betrayed by a part
of herself she seemed unable to control.  She knew her pussy was
getting damp.

She watched as Cy dealt the cards.  No one picked up their hand since
they were all enjoying the view of their negresses, completely exposed
to them for their amusement.  And they *were* amused.  She noticed
them shifting in their seats trying to adjust their hard ons.

"Looks like I go first," Cy observed.  "Three jacks.  I think I'll go
first with the plumpy nigger."  With that he took a long swig of beer.
Shanika was quietly pleased to be first choice even if it was with the
gray haired old man.

Roused from gaping at their captive black sex slaves, the others
picked up their cards.

"I'm next," said Ed.  "Two black queens.  You'd think I'd get both
those colored girls.  But I'd rather have sloppy seconds with chubby
than old droopy tits there."

Jackie hung her head and her shoulders dropped when she heard Ed's
comment.  Shanika felt kind of sorry for her.

Bo had ace high.  "Well, I'll take her.  She's got a pussy.  I don't
mind suckin' on those little floppy tits.  I think I'll like 'em just
fine."  Jackie perked up at being chosen at last.

"I ain't got shit," said Al, "I ain't proud, just horny.  I'll take
whichever one's available to me first."

Cy pushed back from the table, unzipped his pants, and dropped them to
his ankles.  "Over here, girl," He said, patting his thigh.  "Time for
you to do your stuff."

Shanika carefully climbed down from the counter and went over to him.
It was clear to her he wanted his dick sucked.  She dropped to her
knees and started licking his cock and balls.  She heard the sound of
a chair sliding on the floor followed by pants being unzipped.  As she
took Cy's white cock between her thick black lips, she felt another
cock probing between her legs.

"Oh, man," said Ed.  "This nigger is hot!  Her cunt is dripping!  I
think she likes you, Cy."  She felt Ed's cock push into her pussy.

"So long as she sucks my dick good, I'll like her, too!" he replied.
"That's it, nigger.  Suck it good.  Suck it like you was born to suck
it."

Shanika started bobbing her head up and down on Cy's cock as Ed picked
up the pace, drilling her from behind.

"What're you waitin' for, bitch?" she heard Bo say.  "Get your nigger
ass over here and suck my dick."

She heard Jackie get down off the counter and walk across the floor.
Shanika imagined what it must look like, two black slave girls on
their knees servicing their white masters.  The thought made her more
excited.  Much more excited than Ed's thrusting into her made her.

"Agh," croaked Ed.  He grunted and she felt him ejaculate inside her
vagina.  "Man," he gasped, "that was good."  He pulled out and slapped
her on the ass.  She continued to work Cy's cock with her mouth.

"Out of the way," said Al, "my turn."  She felt the big man's gut
against her ass as he pushed his dick into her cunt and started
banging her.

Meanwhile she could hear Cy's breathing quicken.  He was ready to pop.
She started to bob and suck at a faster pace.  Al continued to pound
her pussy.

"Fuck!" exclaimed Cy, "oh, fuck!  That's it.  Suck it you nigger
whore.  Suck yo' daddy's dick.  Suck it!"  He started to cum in her
mouth and she sucked harder.  "Oh, baby, that's it!  Suck yo' daddy's
dick, nigger!"  She let his rapidly receding erection slip out of her
mouth and a little semen drooled from her lip down into his gray pubic
hair.

"This cunt's just too sloppy," said Al breathlessly.  Shanika felt him
withdraw from her pussy and then start probing for her asshole.  She
had never been taken anally and the sharp pain she felt when Al shoved
his cock up her ass made her cry out.

"Take it, bitch," growled Al.  "Take it up your ass the way a nigger
was made to take it."

"Oh, Massa," she cried, "You hurtin' yo' nigga bad!  Please, no mo',
Massa!"  She felt as if she where being split in two.  "I's sorry I so
sloppy, Massa.  Let me suck yo' dick.  I suck it good fo' you.  Please
don't fuck yo' nigga's ass no mo'!"  Tears rolled down her face.

Her pleading had the desired effect as Al couldn't hold back any
longer.  He grunted wordlessly and filled her ass with cum.

She looked over at Jackie, on her knees she had grasped Bo's cock with
one hand and was stroking it while holding the head in her mouth
slurping on it.

"That's enough of that," Bo panted.  "Turn around.  Time for you to
get butt fucked, nigger."

Jackie immediately let go of his hard white cock and turned around,
presenting herself to him like a bitch in heat to be mounted.  He got
on his knees and shoved his saliva coated dick up her skinny black
ass.  She grunted and exhaled noisily as he pushed it in until his
balls were slapping against her neglected pussy.  She dropped from her
hands to her elbows

He began to slam into her and her droopy tits swung back and forth in
response to his thrusts.  The room reeked of sex and rang with the
sound of flesh slapping flesh.  Shanika watched from her hands and
knees, semen leaking out of all three of her openings.  The other
white men had taken their seats and were enjoying the show.

"Yeah!," cried Bo, still slamming into the skinny negro slave , "I'm
gonna cum up you nigger ass, bitch.  Ah!  Ah!!"  He stiffened,
emptying himself into the colored woman's rectum.

All was quiet for a moment other than the sound of heavy breathing.
Bo stood up looking down on the still kneeling form of the older
negress he'd just violated.  He was young enough to be her son and he
had just used her in the most humiliating way he could think of.  He
paused for a minute, drinking in the scene and then reached for his
pants on the floor.

"Damn, Bo," said Cy.  "You just 'bout tore that poor nigger girl up!"

"She'll get over it," the young blonde man replied.  "I need a beer.
Fetch me one, girl."

Shanika stood up.  She could feel how sore her ass was and how stiff
her muscles were after being used by the white men while kneeling on
the hard wood floor.

"Not you," he stopped her.  "I want *my* nigger to get it."

Slowly, Jackie got to her feet.

"No, no.  Not like that.  On your knees.  Do it."  Bo was feeling
powerful after having his way completely with the older black slave.

She sank back down and walked on her knees over to the cooler.  She
returned to him where he now sat and placed the can in front of him on
the table.

"Now go get one for each of my friends like a good monkey," smirked
Bo.

They all watched as Jackie went back to the ice chest on her knees.
The white men in their chairs, Shanika standing nearby.  The younger
black slave girl felt bad for the older negress as she was being
tormented this way.

Jackie retrieved three beers and held the cold cans to her chest with
her arms to keep from dropping them.  When she got back to the table
she carefully put one in front of each of her masters.

"Back on the counter, you two," demanded Al.  "Let's see how you look
after the workout y'all got."

Jackie, still on her knees, went to the counter, climbed up and
reassumed the humiliating wide open squatting position.  She put her
hands on top of her head and spread her legs wide.  Shanika did the
same.  Splayed out like this, she could feel the semen dripping out of
her cunt and asshole.  It formed two creamy white puddles on the
counter-top.

"Damn, there's spunk coming of every hole on that chubby one,"
observed Ed.  "Kind of disgustin', but that's a well fucked nigger
whore for ya."

"So what do we do now?" asked Bo.

Cy sipped on his beer.  "Relax, boy.  We got all day to enjoy these
niggers.  You got to learn to slow down and enjoy yourself.  Here we
are, havin' a beer takin' in the sights."  He nodded to the two slave
girls.  "Take it easy."

Ed picked up the green wood stick and swished it through the air.
"Man, I'd like to try this out on one of those bitches," he said.  "I
bet they'd squeal like pigs gettin' whupped with it."

"Which one?" asked Al.

"Shit, I dunno," Ed replied.  "I think the chubby one would be more
fun.  On the other hand, I did just fuck her.  Maybe I should whup the
skinny one."

"The thing to do is have a contest of some kind," said Cy.  "Then whup
whichever one loses."

"How 'bout we take 'em outside," suggested Al.  "We could make 'em pee
for us like dogs.  Then whup whichever one makes the smallest puddle."

"Jesus, Al!" Cy exclaimed.  "You are one nasty motherfucker, you know
that?"

"I like it," said Ed.  "Al is full of good ideas today.  I say let's
do that."  He swished the switch through the air a couple more times.

"All right," sighed the older man.  "Bo, get the rope.  Al, bring the
niggers out."

Cy and Ed got up and headed for the door.  Bo went rummaging in a
duffle bag on the floor.  Al went to the counter.

"Ok, you heard the man," said the fat white man, his eyes drawn to the
slave girls' intimate regions as he spoke.  "Hop down from there and
let's go outside."

Slowly, Shanika and Jackie climbed down and stepped towards the door.

"No, no, no," chided Al.  "Down on all fours.  Like nigger dogs."

Resigned to their station, the two colored girls did as they were
commanded and got down on their hands and knees and crawled towards
the door.

"That's better," he said.  "Out you go."

The afternoon sun was still high in the sky and it was hot outside
compared to the shade of the cabin.  With Al walking behind them, the
negresses awkwardly came down the steps and crawled through the dust
to where the other three white men stood.

"Squat, dogs," commanded Ed.  "Squat and piss on the ground.
Whichever one of you makes the smallest puddle gets this."  He
swooshed the switch through the air.

The younger black slave girl was having trouble starting the flow in
front of an audience that was watching her so intently.  She could
hear the sound of Jackie's urine hitting the ground where she squatted
next to her.  Shanika looked away from the white men and finally
managed to start a trickle going.  She just couldn't do anymore.

"Well, what d'ya know?" said Bo.  "I woulda thought the big one would
make the biggest puddle.  Looks like *my* nigger is the pissin'
champ!"

"Tie her hands," said Cy.  "Then put the rope round this here tree so
her arms are up.  Ed'll be able to get at her good that way."

"Let's have your hands," Bo ordered Shanika.

She submissively held out her hands, the wrists touching.  He wrapped
the rope around her wrists several turns and then wrapped the rope
around the turns between her hands, binding them tightly.  He led her
to the large tree in front of the cabin and threw the other end of the
rope up over a low limb, tying it off around the trunk.  Shanika now
stood out from the tree with her bound hands stretched over her head.
She had to stand on her toes some to relieve the pressure of the rope
on her wrists.

"Looks good," said Ed.  "I think I'll get warmed up on her ass."

He walked around behind the tied slave girl, drew back his arm, and
layed the switch across the negress's ass with a resounding thwack.
Shanika yelped at the blow.  A red line appeared where she'd been
struck.

Thwack!  She yelped again.  Another red line.  Thwack!  Again she
yelped.  Again a red line on her black ass.  Thwack!  This time he hit
a spot for the second time.  She cried out.  "Ow!"  She felt him run
his hand over her cheeks.

"I can feel the welts rising," reported Ed.  "Nice and warm, too."
She heard him step back.

Thwack!  "Owww!" she cried.  Thwack!  Thwack!  She tried to avoid the
blows, but she was stretched to her toes by the rope and couldn't do
anything except twist around.

"Dance, monkey!" yelled Bo.  Cy and Al laughed.  Thwack!  Thwack!
Shanika's tears flowed freely.  Her ass was burning.

"Do the front," suggested Al.  "Whip those udders!"

Ed didn't need any more encouragement and walked around the bound
slave.

Thwack!  This blow went across the top of her breasts.  She cried out
in pain.  Thwack!  Thwack!  The last one hit one of her black nipples.
"Owww!" she sobbed.

He reached out and ran his hands on her breasts.  She tried to recoil
from his touch, but she couldn't, tied as she was.  It hurt where he
touched the welts.  Her face was wet from tears.

"I know I just fucked you, nigger," he said to her, "but whuppin' you
like this is gettin' my dick hard."

Thwack!  Right across her thighs.  Thwack!  Another one to the thighs.
Thwack!  A little higher, this blow left a red line that crossed her
slit.  She cried out again.

"Ok, that's enough," said Ed releasing the rope from the trunk of the
tree.  Shanika lowered her arms as the rope went slack and tried to
rub on her sore breasts but it was impossible with her hands still
tied together.

"Lie down and spread 'em," he ordered.

She couldn't believe he was going to fuck her again after having just
beaten her with the switch.  She felt completely degraded as she lay
in the dirt and spread her legs, offering her welted sex to her
tormenter.  Ed stood over her and took off his pants revealing a
raging hard on.  He quickly got down on the ground between the colored
girl's legs and slid his hard white cock into her abused black pussy.

"So, who's nigger are you now, bitch?" he whispered huskily to her.
"Let me hear it."

"I's yo' nigga, Massa," she replied, still sniveling having not
recovered yet from the beating.

"That's right, bitch," he said, pumping faster, "you're mine.  Mine to
whip.  Mine to fuck.  Ain't that right?"

"Tha's right, Massa," she said back to him, "I's yo' nigga to whip and
fuck.  I's yo' nigga."

He continued to pound her sore pussy as the other three white men
looked on along with Jackie, who also watched with fascination.
Finally he tensed and Shanika felt him cum inside her.

"Man, what a ride," he said, rising to his feet above the used slave
girl.  Shanika lay in the dirt, her face streaked with tears, three
welts across her breasts and three more across her thighs.  Semen
leaked out of her vagina and down the crack of her ass.

"Get up," her ordered as he put his pants back on.

She did as ordered and looked around as she got to her feet.  Bo was
sitting on the ground leaning against another tree.  Jackie was on her
knees, her head bobbing on Bo's cock.  Obviously, watching Shanika's
debasement had aroused the young white man so much that he needed some
relief in his slave's mouth.

Cy stepped forward and removed the rope from her wrists.  "Come inside
with me," he said, "and we'll get you cleaned up."

Ed had wandered over to where Bo was getting sucked off by Jackie as
Cy led Shanika into the cabin.  He found a clean cloth and wet it at
the sink and sat in a chair.  The colored girl stood quietly as the
old white man wiped off her face.  He resoaked the cloth in cool water
and gently cleaned the dust from the welts on her black body.

"Old Ed really went to town on you, girl," he said, "I didn't realize
what a mean streak he has."

The cool wet cloth was soothing to the young slave girl and she began
to feel a little better.

"Open your legs so I can get at that fine coochie of yours," he said
softly.  She complied and felt the wet cloth between her legs as Cy
gently clean the semen and dust off her.

"There you go," he said.  "Now come and sit in my lap."

She felt even better now and sat in the old man's lap.  He was kind of
grandfatherly in a way.  It was hard for her to imagine that this was
the same man whose cock she had in her mouth earlier.  He stroked her
back with a calloused hand.  He brought the other hand to her breast
and squeezed it gently.  She started as he brushed a rough hand over a
welt.

"Did I hurt you, girl?" he asked.

"Tha's ok, Massa.  You touch what you want," she told him.  "I's yo'
nigga, too.  It don't hurt too bad no mo'."

He continued to fondle her saggy black breasts, squeezing them and
lifting them.

"You got fine titties, girl," he praised her.  "Even for a nigger.they
fine.  Colored girls all got nice titties.  Nice booties, too.  But
you are a fine picture of a negress."

"Thank you, Massa," she said, warming to him, "I's glad you like me."

"Oh, I like you, girl," he replied.  He moved his hand down between
her legs.  She parted them so he could get at her sex.  "Yeah, you are
fine.  And well trained, too.  Opening those legs up for me like that
without being told.  With some niggers, it takes a long time to train
'em so good."  She felt his fingers on her pussy.  In spite of the
pain she'd felt earlier, she noticed the tingle was starting inside.

Just then she heard a yelp from outside.  Then another.  Then
footsteps on the wooden porch floor.  And voices.

"Get on in there, girl!" she heard Bo's voice.

Thwack!  The sound of the switch on flesh.  Another yelp.  Then Jackie
appeared, crawling on all fours she scampered into the cabin.  Bo was
right behind her, brandishing the switch.  Thwack!  He smacked her on
the ass with it.  She yelped again.  Shanika could see several welts
forming on the older negresses' black flesh.  Ed and Al followed,
laughing.

"That's right, Bo!" laughed Ed.  "Beat that nigger like the dog she
is!"

"No, Massa!" cried Jackie, "No mo'!  You beatin' my poor black ass
raw!  Please, Massa!  Please fuck yo' nigga an' don' whup her no mo!"

"But I feel like whuppin' your bony black ass!" objected Bo.  "I
already done fucked you enough."

"God dammit, boys!" Cy raised his voice.  "Can't you see I'm enjoying
a peaceful moment here?  You fools got to raise such a ruckus?"

"Sorry, Cy," whined Bo.  "We was jus' havin' some fun, that's all."

Jackie cowered against the wall.

"Y'all got to think up something better to do," said Cy.  "Fun's fun,
boys, but enough's enough."

"You ain't our daddy, Cy," said Ed.  "'sides, we done whupped this
nigger much as we wanted anyhow.  All fucked out, too."

"Go clean that poor girl up some," said Cy to Shanika, handing her the
cloth he'd used on her.

Shanika went over to the sink and rinsed the cloth out.  Jackie stood
up and the younger woman wiped off her face.  Rinsing the cloth out
again, she continued to clean the dust off the older negress's body.
She rubbed it over her chest and breasts, lifting one small floppy tit
to get under it, and then the other.  She rinsed it again and brushed
the dust off her back, she'd apparently been on her back outside.
Another rinse of the cloth and she used it to get the dust off her
ass.

She soaked the cloth under the tap again and went to clean the semen
from between her legs.  Jackie parted her legs to give her access.
Shanika squatted on the floor wiped down the older colored woman's
legs.  As she was finishing she noticed that the only sound in the
room was Jackie's breathing, which was getting heavier.  She glanced
towards the table where the white men sat and saw she had their rapt
attention.

"That's hot," said Al.  "Seeing them niggers like that's kind of like
the girlie show they got in the city.  Why don't you two get down with
each other?  I'd like to see that."

"Al, you old pervert!" said Ed.  "Another fine idea.  I'm all tuckered
out.  Let's just have 'em put on a little lezzie show for us."

"See, I knew you boys could come up with somethin' better," Cy agreed.
"Finish what you doin', girl.  Then give her a nice wet kiss.  Then
let's just see where it goes."

Shanika couldn't believe this.  After all that had gone on, now they
wanted to watch the objects of their torment make love for their
amusement.  She had never been with a woman before she got involved
with the club.  And until now she had only serviced her mistress's at
their command.  This was different.  And to do it in front of the
leering white men shamed her completely.  But she knew she must do as
ordered.

She looked up at Jackie and their eyes met.  The older negro woman
smiled down at her.  Shanika stood and leaned forward to press her
lips to Jackie's.

"Better'n that!" complained Al.  "I want to see some tongue.  Kiss her
good!"

Shanika felt a fresh wave of humiliation.  She fought to forget the
onlookers and focus on Jackie.  She looked into her dark brown eyes.
She did look sweet, she thought.  She put her arms around her and
pressed her lips to those of the other colored woman and kissed her.
Then again.  She felt Jackie's arms go around her.  They pressed their
lips together and Shanika started pushing her tongue into the other
black girl's mouth.  Jackie's tongue met hers.  In spite of
everything, she could feel her growing arousal.

They stood there kissing for the white men for several minutes.  Their
tongues in each other's mouth.  Their arms embracing each other.
Shanika felt Jackie's hand running over her back and caressing her
ass.  She reciprocated and began to rub on her new lover's skin.  She
ran her hand over the raised welts on Jackie's soft skin, causing the
older negress to flinch slightly.  She pulled her hand away.

"Sorry," whispered Shanika so that only Jackie could hear her.

"That's ok, baby," she whispered back.  "It feels good.  Don't stop."

Shanika returned her hand to Jackie's ass, gently running it over her
soft flesh trying to avoid the welts left by the switch.  She also
resumed their long deep kiss.

"Enough of that.  On the floor and get down to business," instructed
Al.

This reminded Shanika that they weren't alone and as much as she tried
to block it from her consciousness, this intimate act was for the
amusement of their masters and not their own pleasure.  They lay on
the hard wooden floor, Jackie on her back, Shanika on top of her.
Kissing her one more time, the younger woman began tracing her tongue
down to the older negress's breast.

Holding one floppy tit in her hand she ran her tongue around the dark
brown nipple.  It was already hard.  She started to suck on it,
eventually she was able to draw the entire breast into her mouth.  She
could feel Jackie barely humping against her thigh.

Switching breasts, she licked the other nipple and then sucked the
whole tit into her mouth.  She had never suckled a woman before, and
it felt strange to her, especially with Jackie's small floppy breasts.
She felt the older slave's hands on her back, rubbing her as she
licked and sucked her breasts.

"Now you," she heard her whisper.  They reversed positions, with
Shanika on the bottom.  Jackie held the young negro slave's breasts,
on each hand as she gently licked and sucked her nipples.  Shanika
could feel herself getting more excited.  The older black woman kissed
her way down her belly to her pussy and started lapping her tongue
along her slit.

"That's it!" exclaimed Bo.  "Eat that poontang!  Get over her face so
you can sixty nine!"

Her face hot with shame at the reminder of their audience's presence,
Shanika looked up to see Jackie straddling her head making her vagina
available to the younger colored girl's mouth.  She reached her hands
to the older negress's ass and pulled her down so she could lick her
cunt.  Thus interlocked, the slave girls licked and sucked each
other's pussies.  Gradually, Shanika began to tune out the onlookers
and concentrated on pleasuring Jackie as she was pleasuring her.

After a few minutes of this she heard one of the men get up and walk
towards them.  A pair of hairy white knees rested on the floor above
her head and a pair of white hands lifted Jackie off Shanika's mouth.
She watched as a hard white cock was shoved into the black pussy above
her face and began fucking it.

"Don't stop eating her, girl," said Bo's voice, "I never fucked a
nigger dyke before.  You can lick my balls, chubby."

Shanika was shamed to be interrupted this way, but strained her head
up to comply.  She felt the tingly feeling from Jackie's ministrations
fade as she began using her tongue on her master's testicles.  She
could hear the soft slurping sounds mixed with the slap of flesh on
flesh as the fucking display continued before her eyes.  She
discovered that all she had to do was hold her tongue out since Bo's
fucking motion would drag his balls back and forth over it.

"Oh, fuck, this is great!" he gasped.  "Oh, man!  Ah!"

She watched as he shoved his cock hard into Jackie's cunt as he came.
He slipped it out while he was still ejaculating, spraying the outside
the the older colored woman's pussy and Shanika's face.  Semen dripped
off Jackie's labia as well as out of her vagina on to Shanika's
immobilized head.

Every time she thought she'd experienced the worst humiliation
possible, it would be surpassed.  To have her face used as a cum
catcher this way left her totally debased.

She saw Bo stand up finally and Jackie continued to lick her pussy
until Al ordered her to stop.

"My turn to fuck this nigger," he announced, "but I want her on top.
Clean that shit off your face and come here, bitch."  He went to the
bed on the other side of the room and lay on his back.  "Mount up."

Shanika got to her feet and rinsed her face off at the sink.  She went
over to the bed and got up on top of Al, straddling him between her
thighs.  She lowered herself onto his cock and started humping him.

"Oh, yeah," he sighed, "that how to do it."

He looked up at her as she bounced on his cock, her breasts swaying
with each thrust.

"You like that, Massa?" asked the young slave girl.  "You like havin'
yo' nigga fuck you like this?"

"Yeah," he said.  "Fuck me like that."  His closed his eyes as she
continued to move herself up and down on him.

She was getting tired and wanted to finish him.  She'd learned what to
say.

"You gonna cum in yo' nigga, Massa?" she cooed.  "You gonna cum all up
her coochie?  Huh? "

"Oh, yeah," he murmured.

"You gonna cum, now?  You gonna make me yo' nigga?"  She was bouncing
hard and fast.  Her breasts were swinging back and forth.  "Please,
Massa.  Please cum in yo' nigga.  Please, Massa."

His eyes opened suddenly and she felt the warm jolt of his
ejaculation.

"Tha's it, Massa," she whispered to him.  "I's yo' nigga now.  All
full a yo' cum.  Yo' nigga slut."

She looked up and saw that Jackie was sucking Ed off as he watched her
fucking Al.  Bo was drinking beer, glassy eyed.  Cy was looking at
her, or at least her tits, anyway.  She was just a thing for these
white men to put their cocks into.  A nigger fuck thing.  Her
intimacies an amusement for them.  Sexual entertainment.  But
somewhere inside her, the idea thrilled her.  She didn't understand
why, only that it did.  And that shamed her more than any degradation
she'd suffered directly from them.

The next morning, Shanika awoke on the bed in the main room.  Al was
gone and it was Bo between her legs.  It wasn't the first time she'd
been fucked in her sleep at the club, waking to a stubble faced white
man with his cock in her cunt.  But it was always a humiliating
experience.  She felt like she was less than a slut or a whore.  She
was just a black pussy for white men to use.  It didn't matter to them
if she was asleep when they did it.

He ejaculated in her vagina with a grunt and got off of her, not
noticing that she was now awake.  She watched him walk outside.  Cy
came over to her carrying her collar and shackles.

"Time to get you back," he said.

"Don't you want to fuck yo' nigga first, Massa?" she asked.  Of the
lot of them, Cy had been the kindest, caring for her after the
whupping she'd gotten from Ed.

"Sorry, girl," he said, "I'm an old man now.  I just don't have it in
me."

She wasn't sure why, but she got up on the bed on her knees and
assumed the display position she knew the white men liked.  Her legs
were spread, her breasts thrust forward, her hands clasped behind her
head.

"You sho I can't do nothin' fo' you, Massa?" she asked.  "I's yo'
nigga.  I does whatever you like."

He reached his hand out and ran it over her breasts and then down
between her legs, still sticky with Bo's semen.  Even though she'd
just been fucked, his touch was the first pleasure she'd felt that
morning.

"This is enough," he said.  "You're a fine nigger.  I wish I was
younger.  I'd do you up right now."  He put the hardware on the bed.
"Get this shit on.  I gotta get you back."

Now shackled and collared again, Shanika shuffled out and down the
stairs of the cabin to where Cy waited with Jackie.  He hooked the
older colored woman's chain to the younger slave girl's collar and led
them silently to the slave barn.  The other white men were nowhere to
be seen.

Yolanda was in the courtyard and accepted the chain lead from Cy.

"These two are fine niggers, girl," he said.  "I'll have to come back
by myself some time so's I don't have to share 'em.

He walked away.  Yolanda led the two black slave girls into the barn
to get them ready for the day.


  
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