Shanika at the Plantation Club
by Neal

Chapter 12 - The Coworker

Yolanda unhooked Jackie's chain from Shanika's collar and handed the
black slave girl off to Elois, the young negro attendant.

"Damn, girl," said Elois looking at the welts on Shanika's body,
"what'd you do to get that?"

"Nothin'," she replied.  "My massa jus' like to whup on me.  He got so
'cited by it he jus' push me down an' fuck me."

"Damn," Elois shook her head.  "I try to be careful washin' you."

Since her pussy waxing the day of the gala, Shanika still didn't need
to be shaved so Elois took her straight to the wash stall.  She
squatted and relieved herself while the attendant girl got the bucket
of soapy water to wash her with.  It was a relief for her to pee
without an audience for a change.

Elois returned and used the cloth rather than the harsh brush on
Shanika's welted flesh.  It still stung her, especially on the spots
that Ed had hit more than once with the switch.  The cold hose water
actually helped numb the lingering pain and ease the swollen lines
across her chocolate brown skin.

The girl returned the negro slave to Yolanda, taking Jackie in
exchange.  Shanika stood with the older colored lady and watched as
Elois fretted over Jackie's welts as she prepared to shave her pussy
smooth.  Yolanda heard someone approach from outside and went out the
door only to return a minute later with Bernetha, the big black slave
girl who had accompanied Shanika to the club a couple of days earlier.

Unlike most of the slaves, Bernetha had long braided hair, apparently
favored by the club director.  Mr. Richards had insisted that she not
be shorn and her long braids were spared the clippers.  The fat negro
girl glanced at Shanika, her eyes drawn to the marks on her body.

"That hurt bad?" she asked.

"It looks worse than it feels now," replied Shanika.  "Ain't you never
been whupped like this?"

"Yeah, I been whupped worse," said the big girl.  "I had a massa,
whupped on my boobs and left 'em bruised for days afterwards.  He made
me lie on my back and hol' my legs open so's he use his stick on my
coochie.  Good thing they won't let em use anything worse than that
here.  That man woulda tore me up.  I's lucky he got so horny doin'
it.  He jus' threw *that* stick down and put *his* stick in me, if'n
you know what I mean.  I was cryin' an' shit, but he didn't care.  He
jus' wanted to bust a nut in his nigga."

"So why you come back if they treat you so bad?" asked Shanika.

"Like I tol' you on the ride here, these men, they crazy for me," she
said, looking Shanika in the eye.  "An' I like the rough stuff,
believe it or not.  'sides the club won't let 'em hurt you too bad."

"When I get led up to that block, they all lookin' at me like they
gotta have me", she continued.  "An' I stands up there while they
biddin' fo' me and I feels all 'cited 'bout it.  Some strange white
man 'bout to buy me an' use me an' I's already wet fo' him an' I don'
even know which one it'll be.  Don't you feel that way?"

"I think I do," replied Shanika.  Just hearing Bernetha's description
of the auction experience had her feeling tingly and she grew excited
at the prospect of displaying herself for her potential white masters
and mistresses.  She was looking forward to being led to the block
herself and sold to a stranger to use for his own gratification.

But at the same time, she felt there must be something wrong with her
to want that kind of treatment.  She could only admit it to someone
like Bernetha who understood.

Another arrival sent Yolanda back outside, this time returning with
Maya and Darla, the mother and daughter who had also made the journey
with Shanika.  It seemed they had been purchased as a pair the last
time they were sold.

Maya looked none the worse for wear other than the streaks of dried
semen on her chin and chest, but her teenage daughter, who had seemed
so sure of herself on the trip, now just stood humble in her chains,
eyes focussed on the ground in front of her feet.  Like her mother,
she too wore her previous master's cum on her young black body, only
more, especially on the insides of her thighs.  She had obviously been
used repeatedly.

"So you still all full of yo'self now, chile?" said mother to
daughter.  This was probably the first chance they'd had to speak.
"Now you full of white man's spunk.  Now you know what bein' fucked
all about."

Darla didn't respond or even look up.

Elois finished hosing Jackie off and brought her back to where the
other slaves waited.

"Take this disobedient one next, girl," Yolanda said to Elois,
indicating Darla.  "And use that brush on her nasty coochie."  Yolanda
still remembered the hard time the young girl had given her upon her
arrival.

The attendant girl led the shamed teenager away to where her pussy
could be shaved.  She showed no reaction to the razor.  When her pubic
area was smooth Elois brought her into the wash stall and she
immediately squatted over the drain and urinated.  She looked up for a
moment to make sure that Yolanda noticed her cooperation.

Darla stood stoically as she was scrubbed with the brush from the
bucket.  She spread her legs obediently and suffered the harsh brush
on her tender nether region without complaint.

Hosed off, she was returned to the gaggle of slave girls.  Elois took
Bernetha off to be shaved.

Yolanda put her hand under Darla's chin, lifting her head, and the
teenager looked up into her eyes.  "Good girl," the colored lady
praised her.  "You're learning now."

Darla's expression softened a little and when Yolanda took her hand
away the teenager held her head up, her eyes straight ahead.  She
looked into the wash stall where Bernetha was squatting and peeing
into the drain.  She continued to watch as Elois bathed the big
colored girl, scrubbing her dark flesh with the brush.

She saw the slave girl lift one of her large breasts and then the
other to allow the young negro attendant to get the brush under them.
The large negress even squatted some so that the harsh scrub brush
could be used on her sensitive pussy.  The teenager was proud that she
hadn't flinched either, even though the rough treatment hurt.

After Bernetha was hosed off it was Maya's turn.  Darla watched a
little gleefully at first at the sight of her mother suffering the
indignity of having her pubic hair shaved off by the the young negro
girl.  She especially enjoyed watching her shame as she was made to
squat and urinate in front of her like an animal.  The teenager took
some delight in seeing her scrubbed down with the painful scrub brush
and rinsed off with cold hose water.

All the slave girls were now ready for inspection.  Yolanda chained
them together and led them out into the yard, leaving each one at her
individual station.  The white men, and a couple of white women, were
already standing around waiting for the spectacle to begin.

Shanika dutifully displayed herself to potential buyers as she had
many times already.  Clasping her hands behind her head caused her
saggy breasts to hang nicely and spreading her legs plainly showed off
her slit.  Turning to show off her ample ass completed the routine.
Bidders gathered to watch and then moved along to inspect the other
human merchandise.

Another lone white man approached her and she assumed the display
position for him.  Something about him seemed familiar, but so out of
place that she didn't know him.

"Shanika?" he asked incredulously.  "Is that you?"

"Yes, sir," she replied, trying to remember, "I's Shanika."

"Jesus, Shanika!" he said, "Don't you remember me?  It's Dave.  You
were the receptionist where I used to work.  I barely recognize you."
He began to drink in the vision of the naked slave girl, displaying
herself so erotically for him.

She did remember him now.  Dave.  The computer tech.  She'd rebuffed
him when he asked her out over a year ago.  She'd forgotten about him
quickly when he got a better job at another company.

"Yes, sir," she said her face burning, "I remember."

She was mortified at this development.  It had never occurred to her
that someone from her other life might find her here.  Back then, she
was too fine.  She wore slightly sexy business clothes from the high
class stores at the mall, had her hair and nails done every week, and
spent a lot of time on her make-up before going to the office.  She
was biding her time as a receptionist until she could move up to be a
secretary and then and executive secretary.

The nerdy white boy was not the kind of person to get involved with.
She had her sights set higher.  But now, she stood naked and chained,
her black body on display for his inspection.  And later that black
body he'd desired would be available as merchandise for him to
purchase and use however he desired.  His eyes slowly took in her bare
breasts and shaved pussy.  She noticed him do a subtle double take
when he noticed the fresh welts on her flesh.

"What are you doing here?  I heard there were layoffs, but, Christ!"
He spoke to her but was unable to break his gaze away from her chest.

"I's a nigga slave, sir," she said, humiliated by the words she must
speak.

"I never heard you talk like this either.  I can't believe it's you,"
he said and paused for a moment as he looked her over again.  "Jesus,
you're hot.  I mean I thought you were attractive before, that's why I
asked you out, but now...  Jesus!"

"Thank you, sir." she replied, trying to think of him as an anonymous
bidder.

"Sit down and spread your legs, Shanika," he ordered.  His little head
was overcoming the inhibitions in the big one.  She was a slave now
and he was a potential buyer, he thought.  Might as well examine the
merchandise.

The colored slave girl complied and spread her legs for her former
coworker.  He gladly took a long look at her black vagina.

"Man, how I've dreamed about what you might look like naked and now,
here you are," he said, never taking his eyes from her private parts.

"So you're a nigger now, are you?" he asked rhetorically, his voice
hardening.  "Well, I came here to buy a nigger.  I kept thinking about
you so I came here to buy a nigger to fuck.  And here you are.  A
nigger.  This is going to work out perfectly.  Stand up and bend over,
nigger.  Spread those cheeks so I can see the asshole I'm gonna stick
my dick into."

Shanika stood, her legs trembling slightly.  She turned and bent over
as Dave commanded.  The colored girl felt light headed and her face
was hot with shame.  This was just the latest humiliation in a long
line, she thought, her heart pounding in her ears.  She reached her
hands behind her, pressing the chain of her wrist shackles painfully
against her body, and spread her ass cheeks, displaying her asshole
for the white man's inspection.

"This is so sweet.  It took me a while to get up the nerve to come up
here," he continued, "But it looks like I picked the right day.  You
look good, Shanika.  Good enough to fuck.  And today that's what's
going to happen."

He turned and walked down to the next station.  Even as he had Maya
showing off her sex to him, he kept looking back at Shanika.

A white couple approached and her attention was directed away from
Dave.  The man looked her up and down, while the petite woman
concentrated on her saggy breasts, blushing when she realized she was
staring.

As they moved on, Yolanda moved down the line to water the slave
girls.  Shanika was thirsty from the hot sun, but running into Dave
had really made her mouth go dry.  She drank from the cup the older
negress gave her and wondered what lay ahead.

"It's almost time to start, girl." said Yolanda, moving on with the
bucket of cold water.

A white teenager walked over to Shanika's station next.  Ordinarily
being forced to display herself for a boy so much younger than she was
humiliated her greatly.  But all she could think about was Dave and
what he might have in mind for her.  She remembered how crushed he'd
seemed when she dismissed his offer of dinner or drinks after work.
She was ashamed to remember that she'd even taken a little delight in
putting the nerd in his place at the time.

"Show me your cunt, nigger," ordered the white boy.

Shanika sat and spread her legs for the teenage boy.  He smirked at
the power he had over the black woman.  He obviously knew she had to
do what he said and he loved it.

"Not bad," he commented.  "Now get up and bend over.  Show me both
your fuck holes."

She stood and turned around and bent over, spreading her cheeks for
the leering white boy.

"I've only got ten bucks," he laughed, "so I hope you go cheap!"  He
walked away, leaving her alone in the degrading position.

Mr. Richards took the podium.  "All right, settle down, folks," he
called, "We're gonna start now."

Shanika stood and turned back around to watch the proceedings.
Yolanda walked by her leading Bernetha to the auction block.  The big
black girl's breasts and ass trembled with each step.  She held her
head high as she climbed up on the platform and displayed her nude
body for the crowd.  Hands behind her head, she slowly turned around
to give them a good look at her ample charms.

"We're gonna get goin' with this fine negress." he announced.  "She's
a big girl so she's got plenty to offer.  They say the softer the
cushion the better the pushin'!  Whoever buys this nigger will find
out that's no lie!  I'm gonna start her off at 200."

The bids started noisily.  Bernetha was obviously a highly desired
prize.  She finally went for 650.  She smiled slightly as she was led
down to her new owner, a little chubby himself, and obviously pleased
to have won the bidding for her.

Yolanda came for Maya and Darla next, leading the chained naked mother
and daughter to be sold together.  With just enough room on the block
to accommodate them, the two black women assumed the display position
side by side.

"Now here's an opportunity we don't have every day," called out the
auctioneer.  "A mother and daughter, a terrific combination of
experience and youth.  She may be a little young to have an eighteen
year old child, but I guess this nigger got started early.  I know
they'll go high, so let's start at 500."

Mr. Richards obviously knew his business since the bids went up
quickly.  Maya and Darla went for 1350 to a nicely dressed white man
who looked much closer to Darla's age than Maya's.

Finally it was Shanika's turn.  Yolanda led her through the crowd to
the platform, her bare feet shuffling in the dust, her chains jingling
softly.  She climbed up on the block and faced the crowd with her legs
spread and her arms up, hands behind her head in the proscribed
manner.

"I can attest to the excitability of this next negress," said
Mr. Richards.  "This nigger's always ready and knows how to please her
master.  Do I hear 100 for her?"

When the bidding got to 500 there were only two white men left in the
auction, but each was determined to get her.  675 was the winning bid.
Yolanda led Shanika down and handed her chain to Dave, who smiled
broadly at her.

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

Dave looked her up and down as he held her chain in his hand.  Yolanda
went off to fetch the next slave girl up for auction.

"So it looks like I have you after all, Shanika," he said with a sense
of satisfaction.  "Want to go on a date with me now?"

She looked up at him with a puzzled look on her face.  Their eyes
locked for a long moment.

"Get down on the ground, nigger," he commanded her finally.  "Get down
and lick my shoes."

Shanika saw she was the center of attention.  She could see Yolanda
hadn't reached the back benches yet as she led Jackie to the block.
All eyes were on her as she dropped to her hands and knees.  With her
ass in the air facing the crowd she started licking the dust off of
Dave's sneakers.

He stood reveling in the attention from the onlookers and his black
slave girl's total humiliation.  Without further instruction, Shanika
continued to run her now dry tongue over her white master's shoes.
She could hear the sound of foot steps along with a chain dragging
across the wooden steps to the platform.

"Let's go, bitch," ordered Dave turning and tugging on her chain.  She
crawled along behind him, a black dog on a leash.  He led her slowly
away from the platform as Mr. Richards began his spiel for Jackie.

"This negress has skills," he called.  "She may have some miles on
her, but there's no substitute for experience.  I'm going to start her
off at 100.  Do I have 100?...  I have 100.  How about 125?... 125?...
125!  Ok, how about 150?..."

The sounds of the auction faded as the white man led his black slave
down the path into the woods towards the cabins.  The rough ground
hurt Shanika's knees.  They came to a cabin after a few minutes.  It
might of been the one she'd spent the day with Roy in, Shanika wasn't
sure.  Dave led her to the porch steps and put her chain on a hook
that was mounted on the railing.

"Stay," commanded Dave.  He disappeared inside leaving Shanika on her
hands and knees in the dirt, chained to the porch railing.

Had she really treated him so badly back then, she wondered.  She
hadn't realized how mean he could be, he seemed so nice and respectful
of her at the time.  It was hard to believe he was now calling her
nigger and treating her like a dog.  It was harder still, to believe
that her pussy was wet as a result.

He came back outside with a camera.

"I wanted to have something to look at later," he said, snapping a
picture of his slave girl on her hands and knees in the dirt.  "Look
at me," he commanded and snapped another when she did.

"Now I want you to squat and spread that coochie all out for me," he
said, looking through the view finder.

Shanika tried to comply, but her ankle chain wouldn't let her spread
her feet far enough apart to keep her balance.  She fell into the dirt
a couple of times before Dave took the chain off the cuffs.  Then she
was able to lean against the porch and display her sex for her white
master.  He clicked a couple more pictures.

"Now pee," he ordered.  "Pee on the ground."  When he noticed nothing
was forthcoming, he raised his voice.  "I said pee, bitch.  Don't put
on that shy act with me, you whore."

She had been trying to urinate for him, but she was so embarrassed it
was hard.  Once the flow started, though, it gushed out.  She heard
the shutter click again and again as the puddle of piss formed in
front of her.

"Look at me," he commanded again.  "I want a picture of your face
while you're forced to pee for me.  I know it'll be a favorite."

She looked up at him with a defeated look on her face.  He kept
snapping pictures until the flow of urine subsided.

"Damn," he said, looking at the camera.  "I shot a whole memory card
already!  I'll call it 'pissing nigger' in my photo album.  What do
you think about that?"

Shanika didn't think he really expected an answer and hung her head in
shame.  Dave plucked the chain from the hook and jerked it to get her
attention.

"Ok.  Step over your puddle and get back down," he instructed.  "I'm
taking you inside and I don't want you covered in your own filth."

She rose and stepped over the urine soaked spot on the ground.  She
noticed the chain slacken and started to look up at her master to see
why he was just standing there.

Whap!  She felt the sting on her face as he bitch slapped her.

"I told you to get back down, nigger!" he growled.  "Now do it before
I slap the shit out of you."

She immediately dropped to the ground, tears forming in her dark brown
eyes.  He jerked the chain again and led her inside.  She scrambled to
keep up as she crawled up the wooden steps and across the porch.  The
chain between her wrists clanking as it was dragged along the floor.

"Get up on the bed," he directed her.  "On your back."

Not wanting to anger him further, she quickly climbed up on the bed
and rolled onto her back.  He came over to her and removed the chain
connecting her wrists, leaving the cuffs on.

"Now hold your legs open," he ordered.  "I want to see that coochie
spread out nicely."

Shanika held her thighs just above the knees and spread herself out as
far as she could.  She could see him reloading his camera.  Finished,
he walked back to her and snapped several flash pictures of her
obscene display.  The black slave girl stared expressionlessly into
the camera.

He set the camera down, removed his shoes and pants, and approached
the wide open slave girl.  She continued to look into his face as he
admired the view of his slave in her humiliating pose of total
submission.

"So, you want to be fucked now, nigger?" he asked.

"Yes, Massa," she said, not knowing the answer he wanted to hear.
"Please, Massa, suh.  Please fuck yo' nigga."

"No," he said, pausing briefly as if to consider her request.  "You
can stop showing off now, monkey.  I'm not going to fuck you just yet.
Let go of your legs.  I've seen enough of that nasty nigger cunt for
now."

Shamed again, she released her thighs and rested her legs on the bed.
He climbed up on the bed and straddled his colored slave girl's belly,
facing her.  He leaned forward and spat on her chest between her
breasts.

"Lube those udders up, cow," he said.  "I'm gonna fuck you 'tween the
titties and spray you in the face."

Shanika used her hands to spread his saliva between her breasts.  He
scooted up and lay his hard white cock in her cleavage.

"Hold them together," said her master.  "I want to pretend they're a
pussy, so hold 'em tight."

She put a hand on the outside of each breast and pushed them together
around his dick.  He started stroking off slowly, looking down into
her face.  The negro slave girl looked up into his eyes trying to find
a sign of approval from her master.

"So you're a nigger now, are you?" he asked as he fucked her tits.

"Yes, suh, Massa," she replied.  "I's a nigga now.  Yo' nigga."

"My nigger, huh?" he mused.  "And what would I do with a fucking
nigger?"  The bed creaked in time to his strokes.

"Anything, Massa," she answered.  "I's yo' nigga.  You kin do anything
wit' yo' nigga.  An' I do whatever you say."

"You like having your tits fucked this way, nigger?" the pace of his
stroking picked up.  "You like being used?"

"Yes, suh, Massa," replied the colored girl.  "I likes fo' my Massa to
use me."

"Kiss it," he instructed, thrusting longer until the tip of his dick
was touching her chin on the up stroke.

Shanika leaned her head forward so that his stroke brought his cock
head to her lips and kissed it.  She kept kissing it on each up
stroke.  He thrust further and she parted her lips, allowing him to
penetrate her mouth.  She gave it a little suck each time and made a
soft slurping noise as he withdrew.

"Oh, man!" he cried.  "Open you fucking mouth, bitch.  Here it comes!"

He got up slightly so that he was only resting his upper body on one
hand and grabbed his cock with the other.  Shanika opened her mouth as
her master had commanded and looked up into his face.

"Oh, yeah!" he said huskily, "yeah..."

The white man then ejaculated into the open mouthed black girl's face.
The first shot was strong and left a line of semen across her lips,
nose, forehead, and into the stubbley remains of her hair.  The second
was equally strong and landed slightly to the right of the first
leaving a line across her eye.  The third followed the second as Dave
grunted and continued to stroke his cock off into Shanika's face.  The
next ones were weaker and he pointed his penis between her lips,
landing a few more loads of cum in her mouth as his orgasm subsided.

He sat back on her, resting some of his weight painfully on her chest.
He looked down on her cum covered face.

"Now that's a picture I've got to have," he said getting up.  "Hold
your legs open again, cum face."

He returned with the camera and snapped several pictures of her
expressionless face, dripping with his semen, staring into the camera.
Without further instructions, she continued to hold her breasts as she
had while he was masturbating against them.  He took more pictures,
close ups at first, then wider angles as he stepped back, documenting
her humiliation.

He set the camera down and walked back to the foot of the bed and eyed
her from her spread legs up to her semen covered face.  He noted that
her vagina was spread wide enough to clearly see the opening as well
as her clit and asshole.  She saw him cock an eyebrow and reach for
her pussy.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed.  "You are fucking soaked!"  He seemed
genuinely surprised.  She was totally humiliated at this revelation.
"You liked that!  I can't believe it!  I treat you like some nigger
dog, worse than you could do some street whore, and you get off on
it!"

He pushed finger into her vagina.  She unconsciously pushed back
against his hand.

"And now you're humping my hand!" he said uncomprehensively.  "You are
a total slut!  So that's the way it is.  Why do I never learn?  Chicks
don't like nice guys.  They like bad boys.  Nice guy asks you out and
you're all 'fuck off, pal'.  Bad boy slaps you around and you're on
your back spreading your legs like 'do me now'.  Shit!"  He withdrew
his hand and paced back and forth as Shanika watched him from her back
on the bed.

"Well, you're in for treat, Shanika," he said as he stopped pacing and
faced her.  "I'm a bad boy now.  And you are a nigger dog.  A fucking
nigger animal.  And now I know how to treat a nigger dog.  You're
gonna love it!"

He stepped closer to the foot of the bed, drew back his hand, and
slapped her thigh with a resounding smack.  The colored girl flinched
and gasped.  Smack!  He slapped her again, this time on the other
thigh.  Smack!  He planted one right on her splayed pussy and she lost
her hold on her legs.

"Pick those fucking legs back up, nigger," he growled.  "I haven't
even started yet."

Tears ran from eyes, mingling with the drying semen on her face.  She
grabbed her legs again and presented her vagina to her master for
further abuse.

Smack!  She yelped.  Smack!  She yelped again.  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

"You didn't want to give that pussy up to me, huh?" he said excitedly,
"But how about now?  You want to give it up now?"

Smack!

"Yes, Massa!" she sobbed, "Please, Massa!  Take yo' nigga's pussy.
Fuck yo' nigga's pussy.  You hurtin' me, Massa!"

Smack!  Smack!

"No shit." he said.  "It's supposed to hurt, you stupid monkey.  Keep
those legs open.  I'm not done yet.  And, you know what?  I think I'm
tired of your pleading.  Beg me to beat you instead.  That's what I
want to hear."

Smack!

"Oh, Massa!" she cried, her pussy burning, "Please beat yo' nigga!
Beat yo' nigga's pussy, Massa."

"That's more like it," he said.  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  "I guess
that's enough for now.  My arm is tired.  Let me get a couple of close
ups."

Again he got the camera and this time took several pictures of the
hand prints on Shanika's thighs as well as her swollen pussy lips.
Then a few more of her tear stained, semen covered face.  Finally some
wide angle shots showing the completeness of her degradation.  He put
the camera away as the beaten slave girl sniveled while continuing to
hold her legs wide open for her master.

"I've got to take a piss," he announced.  "Outside, you."

She let go of her legs and went to wipe her face with the back of her
hand after getting up.

"You better not do that!" he warned.  "You'll wear my cum until I say
otherwise.  Now get your black ass outside."

She went out the door, semen dripping off her face onto her breasts.

"All right.  Lie down," he said, indicating the wet spot where he'd
forced Shanika to urinate earlier.  "On your back."

She layed down on her back in the dampness left by her own piss.
Naked from the waist down, Dave grabbed his cock and proceeded to
empty his bladder onto the prone slave girl.

"Open your fucking mouth, bitch" he demanded.

She complied and he directed the stream of piss onto her face and then
into her mouth.  She started sputtering as the hot liquid splashed on
her nose and mouth making it difficult to breath.  As the stream
finally subsided he stepped closer to her and shook the last drops off
onto her body.  He then turned and went back inside leaving Shanika
coughing and sputtering, lying in a urine soaked puddle in the dirt.

As she got over the coughing and got her breath back she turned her
head to one side to let the piss that had pooled up on her face run
off so she could open her eyes.  The smell wasn't as strong as she had
expected but her eyes burned.  She could see the blue sky through the
tree tops.

After a few minutes he reemerged from the cabin carrying a bucket of
water and the camera.  After snapping a few pictures of his debased
slave girl he threw the contents of the bucket on her without warning
to rinse her off and then returned inside.  He came back out having
refilled the bucket and set it on the steps.

"Get up," he ordered.  "Clean your nasty self off.  You're a fucking
mess."

She stood and went over to the bucket.  There was a rag in it that she
took out and started to use it to wipe the semen and urine soaked dirt
stuck to her face off.  She could hear him taking more pictures as she
cleaned herself off but she couldn't bear to look at him until she was
finished.  He came down the steps to look her over.

"Turn around.  You've still got dirt on your back," he observed and
took the cloth and cleaned the rest of it off.  He then picked up the
bucket and emptied it over her head to finish rinsing her.

"I guess you'll do now," he said.  "Now back inside."

She wasn't sure what the right thing to do was so she took a step to
where the ground was dry and got down on all fours.  She started to
crawl towards the steps.

"Get up on your hind legs, girl," he said.  "I just finished getting
you cleaned up.  Go in and get dried off."

The fact that she was trying her best to do what he wanted in spite of
what he'd done to her wasn't lost on him.  He admired the view of her
from behind as he watched her go up the steps and into the cabin.  He
waited for a minute and then followed her in.  She was just finishing
drying herself off with a hand towel that had been hanging on a peg
near the sink.  He sat in a chair at the table, setting the camera
down.

"Come here." he said.

Shanika walked over to him and still trying to please her master
assumed the display pose in front of him.  Looking up at her standing
there, legs spread wide, breasts thrust out, hands clasped behind her
head, got his dick stirring.  He reached up and caressed her breast,
tracing a finger along a fading welt left by the beating she'd taken
at the hand of a previous master.

"How's you get these?" he asked.

"My massa beat me with a stick," she answered.  "Massa beat my ass, my
udders, and my coochie.  It hurt me bad."

"Worse than what I just gave you?" asked Dave as he looked down and
saw the welts on her thighs.

"Yes, Massa," Shanika told him.  "Dat stick hurt worse'n any slap."

"Why'd he do it?" he asked, moving his hand down and touching the welt
that ran across the colored girls slit.

"He jus' like to beat his nigga," answered the slave girl.

"Did you like it?" he moved his hand between her legs and started to
stroke her pussy.

"No, suh." she responded.  "It hurt too bad."

"You're wet," he said.

"I knows it, Massa."  She felt her face flush.

"You like having your pussy touched?" he asked.

"Yes, Massa."  The colored girl shifted on her feet as she felt her
arousal growing.  "It feels good."

"You want to be fucked?"  He started to probe her vagina with his
finger.  He felt her legs tremble.

"Yes, Massa," she replied.  "I sho' do."

"You want it in your pussy or up your ass?"  His white cock was
standing at attention.

"Whatever you want, Massa," the black slave girl said.  "I's yo'
nigga.  You kin use me however you want."

"Go get on the bed.  On your knees," he instructed.  "Stick that big
black butt up in the air for me while I decide which hole to stick my
dick in."

Shanika got on her hands and knees and went over to the bed.  She
climbed up, and resting her head and shoulders on the mattress,
presented her ample black ass out like an animal for her master's use.

She felt him climb in behind her and gradually, but steadily, slip his
cock into her pussy.  He pushed his entire length inside his negro
slave girl and began to slowly move in and out.

"So, you my nigger, girl?" he asked, fucking her.

"Oh, yes, suh, Massa," she answered.  "I's yo' nigga fo' sho'."

He continued the slow pace of his thrusts and felt her moving to meet
them.  This went on for a while before he started to pick up the pace,
fucking her harder and faster.

"Oh, Massa!" she said breathlessly, "You fuckin' yo' nigga good."

Her master said nothing.  He just continued to pump his negro slave
girl.

"Massa, kin I cum?" she panted, remembering her place in spite of her
excitement.  "Please, massa.  Kin yo' nigga cum now?"

"I don't think so," he answered.  "Maybe later.  I think I'll use your
other hole now.  That ok with you?"

"Yes, suh," she said, hiding her disappointment.  "Please use yo'
nigga's ass, Massa."

He withdrew from her well lubricated cunt and pushed his cock up her
black asshole causing her to gasp.  He felt how tight it was and knew
he wouldn't last long.  She whimpered as he fucked her.

"Does it hurt?" he asked as he pumped in and out of his slave girl's
ass.

"Yes, Massa," she responded.  "But it ain't so bad.  You use yo'
nigga's ass like you want."

"Good," he said.  "It's supposed to hurt."  He started pounding her
harder.

She felt his balls slap against her now neglected pussy as he used her
black body for his own gratification.  Her pleasure didn't matter to
him.  In fact, he preferred to deny it to her in order to make it
clear to her that her sole purpose was for his use.

"Ow!" she cried out as he slammed into her ass with more force.
"Please, Massa, please cum in yo' nigga's ass!  She hurtin' now,
Massa.  Please, Massa, suh!"

"I'll cum up that ass, bitch," he said huskily.  "Fuck!...  Ah!..."
Her pleading pushed him over the edge and spasmed into the negro
girl's rectum.  "Ahhh..."

Shanika could feel him ejaculate deep in her bowels.  She felt like a
used animal this way, denied any pleasure for herself.  She ached for
some relief, but none was forthcoming.  At last he withdrew from her
and stood up admiring the view of his fucked slave girl.  Her pussy
glistened with her own juices and semen drooled out of her ass.

Obediently, she maintained the humiliating position, waiting for his
instructions.  Shanika saw the flash from his camera go off several
times as he recorded her debasement for future reference.

He sat in one of the chairs and continued his enjoyment of the scene.
The woman he desired so much but seemed out of reach to him was ass up
in front of him, his seed leaking out of her as he watched.  Now she
was his property.  No need to coax or cajole.  No need to wine and
dine.  No sweet talk even.  Her desires were irrelevant now.  She was
just his slave to use as he pleased.

"Ok, quit lying around and get me cleaned up," he said at last.
Shanika climbed off the bed and crawled over to him on her hands and
knees.  He watched as she moved to take his cock into her mouth in
spite of it having just been up her ass.

"Stop!" he ordered.  "Jesus, you are a total whore."  She looked up at
him, her mouth open, her tongue already partly sticking out.  "Go get
the cloth and clean off my dick.  I haven't decided what all I want to
do with that nigger mouth of yours yet.  I don't want it all shitty."

Embarrassed, but secretly relieved, she got to her feet and walked
over to the sink where the bucket and wash cloth were that she'd used
on herself earlier.  She rinsed the cloth out and returned to her
master.  Kneeling before him she gently cleaned his cock off with it.

She went to the sink and rinsed it out again when she was finished.
Returning to him she again displayed herself for him.  He reached
between her legs to check her pussy.

"Wet." he stated.  "I bet you still want to cum, don't you, nigger?"

"Yes, Massa," she answered.  "I shorely do wants to cum.  But it ain't
up to me no mo'.  You is my Massa an' I is yo' nigga.  I can't cum
'less you say I kin."

He pushed his finger into her vagina and ran his thumb over her clit.
Her legs trembled and she gasped as she felt pleasure from his touch.
He continued to play with her sensitive private parts and she started
to rub her pussy on his hand.  Abruptly he stopped and withdrew his
hand leaving Shanika frustrated.

"Get on you knees," he ordered as he reached into the overnight bag on
the table.

She kneeled obediently as he produced a red ball gag on a black
leather strap.  Though she hadn't been gagged by any previous masters
she understood what she was to do and submissively opened her mouth to
accept it.  He pressed the ball between her thick lips and cinched the
strap up tight, buckling it behind her head.

"I want a drink," he said, "so we're going to the bar at the main
house.  You won't need your mouth for anything there, and I think the
gag makes you look precious.  In fact, I'll just get another picture."

He picked up the camera and took a close up of Shanika's gagged face,
her thick lips stretched around the red plastic ball.  She was already
beginning to drool.  He stepped back and took a picture that included
her entire kneeling form, her brown eyes looking pitifully into the
lens, a string of drool extending from her chin to her breasts.

He stood and picked up the chain dangling from her collar.  "Get up,"
he instructed, "and put your hands behind your back."  The black slave
girl stood and her white master fastened her wrist cuffs directly
together in the small of her back.

"Now you're ready to go," he said, satisfied.

He led her out the door.  It was getting dark out and Shanika's
nipples hardened in the slight chill in the air.  Dave led her down
the path towards the main house.  They walked in silence during the
few minutes it took to get there.  The white man lost in his own
thoughts, the negro slave girl forcibly silenced by the large ball gag
that filled her mouth.  Her jaw began to ache and she continued to
drool onto her swaying breasts.

As they approached the main entrance Shanika could see a few white
folks standing around in the grass in front of the building.  As they
drew closer she notice that one of them was Debbie.  Their attention,
however, was diverted in the other direction.  On the ground, she saw
Bernetha and Jackie.  They were in the classic sixty nine position
with the big black girl on the bottom and the skinny old negress on
top.  Both were busily sucking the other's pussy to the delight and
amusement of the gathered onlookers.

Debbie turned as they walked by.  She looked Shanika in her gagged
face and then to Dave.

"I'm going to the bar," he said.  "Would you look after my nigger for
me?  I'll only be a few minutes."

"No problem," said Debbie, a smile forming on her bright red lips.
Dave handed her Shanika's chain and went inside.  The petite blonde
girl pulled the negro slave over to her by the chain attached to the
steel collar around her neck.

"Hmmm," she pondered, "I see your master thought of something new to
do with that mouth of yours.  Too bad.  It's such a talented mouth."
Debbie's hand went straight for Shanika's crotch.  The negress quickly
opened her legs allowing her access to her vagina.

"And dripping wet, too," she observed.  "Why am I not surprised.  You
are one of the friskiest niggers we've ever had here.  I declare, that
coochie of yours is always ready, isn't it?"

Shanika nodded, her mouth full.

"You want me to play with your nigger coochie?" she cooed.  "Is that
what you want?"

Shanika nodded again.

"I don't know if I should.  Your master might not like it." said the
white girl.  She began to lightly stroke the slave girl's pussy.

"Have you been a good nigger?" she asked.

Shanika nodded, longing for her to touch her pussy instead of just
teasing her.

"I bet you have," she said.  Debbie pushed a finger into the colored
girl's vagina.  The black slave started to rub herself on the white
girl's hand.

"You're still my nigger, aren't you?" the blue eyed girl smiled
sweetly at the gagged negress.

Again Shanika nodded.  Debbie rubbed the slaves pussy faster and she
in turn humped harder against the young blonde's hand.

"You are such a horny bitch.  Didn't your master make you cum?"

This time the colored girl shook her head.

"You poor thing!" said the blonde haired tease.  "Well, I'm sure he
has his reasons."  At that she withdrew her hand and rubbed her
fingers, sticky with Shanika's juices, under the slave's nose.

"Sorry, sweetie," she said, "I better not do anything to upset your
master.  He paid good money for you and if he doesn't want you to cum,
then that's the way it is.  Do you want me to play with those udders
of yours?  Would you like that?"

Shanika nodded with less enthusiasm.  She knew better than to say no,
but all having her breasts fondled would do would be to make her even
hornier and no closer to release.

Debbie put one had under each breast and began to lift and knead them.
Shanika closed her eyes and felt her arousal grow.

"My, my," said Debbie, "you appear to be drooling.  It is so cute I
can barely keep my hands from between your legs.  I do *so* want to
make you cum.  Should I?"

The gagged black girl nodded vigorously.  The petite white girl
giggled.

"Too bad," she laughed and turned her attention back to the show put
on by the two slave girls on the ground lapping at each other's
pussies.

Shanika also looked down and saw Jackie kneeling with her ass pointed
at her.  Bernetha's head was between her legs.  She could see the big
black girl's pink tongue between the older negress's labia.  The
gagged slave imagined how good it would feel to have that tongue in
her pussy, licking her clit.

Finally, Dave appeared and picked up Shanika's chain.

"Hey, thanks for watching my nigger for me," he said to Debbie, who
turned away from the spectacle to face him.  "I hope she wasn't any
trouble."

"No trouble at all," Debbie replied and winked.  Dave thought the wink
was for him.  Shanika knew it was for her and felt the shame burning
on her face.

"Let's go girl," he said and gave the chain a short jerk to get her
moving.

The black slave was aware of the wetness between her legs as she
walked along behind her master.  The aroma of her own scent was strong
from where Debbie had wiped her sticky fingers off under her nose

They reached the cabin.  Dave led his slave inside, sat on a chair,
and pulled Shanika over to him.  He grabbed a breast in each hand and
began to suck on the nipples.  First one and then the other.  The
negress stood silently as the white man enjoyed himself with her
mammaries, her jaw aching from the ball gag and her wrists fastened
behind her back.

"You drooled all over your udders, you clobbering cow."  He scolded.
He resumed sucking on them anyways.

His mouth on her nipples felt good to the colored girl.  But although
it added to her arousal, it only made her more frustrated.  He reached
between her legs and she eagerly spread them apart to encourage his
touch.  At last she was rewarded as he began to stroke her neglected
wet pussy.

She imagined how ridiculous she must look, naked, hands fastened
behind her back, her mouth stretched around a big red ball gag,
drooling from her chin to her chest, desperately humping the hand of a
fully clothed white man while he sucked on her breasts.  She felt like
a big black sex thing.  Her mouth was put away, her breasts and vagina
in use.  She was so ashamed and so wet.

"Mmmff", she said through the gag.  "Mmmff!"

He stopped stroking her and stood up.  Unbuckling the gag he took it
out of her mouth.

"What?" he asked.

"Massa, I jus' want to cum so bad," she said breathlessly.  "I know I
gots to get permission first.  Please let me cum, Massa!"

"Is that what all this is about?" he asked.  "Not yet, you horny
bitch.  No cumming for you.  Maybe I'll use that coochie later.  Maybe
I'll let you cum then.  You be a good nigger, and maybe you'll get to
cum."

He sat down and resumed stroking her pussy.  "Your pussy is nice and
soft even if it is always wet.  I just can't keep my hands off it.
But you better not cum.  You ask nice first.  Maybe I'll let you.
Maybe if you beg pitifully enough you'll get what you want."

He slipped a finger into her vagina, then two, and started rubbing
her.  He pressed the heel of his hand against her clit.  His slave
girl responded by grinding herself against it.

"Now, Massa?" she pleaded, "Kin I cum now?  Please let yo' nigga cum,
Massa."

He slowed his masturbation of the slave and lowered his hand to reduce
the pressure of her humping against it.

"No," he replied.  "Maybe I should fuck you now.  Would you like that?
You want your master's dick in your pussy, nigger?"

"Yes, Massa," she cried.  "I shorely do.  Please fuck me, Massa.
Please fuck yo' nigga!  I gots to cum!"

"All right.  Go lay on the bed," he said.  "Show me how bad you want
it.  Make me want to fuck you."

She stood up and he took the wrist cuffs off her.  She walked quickly
to the bed and lay on her back.  She spread her legs with her legs
bent showing her genitals off to him.

"Here I is, Massa," she said huskily, "Ready for fuckin' You kin jus'
come here and fuck me now.  Please, Massa!  Please use my coochie.
Please fuck me, Massa!"  She was totally humiliated by her shameful
display of wanton lust.  She was a bitch in heat.

Flash.  The shutter clicked as Dave took another picture to
commemorate the occasion.  Flash.  A picture of the black slave girl
begging for his cock.  He undressed and climbed between her legs.  He
slid his cock into her sopping wet black cunt.

"Oh, thank you, Massa," she exhaled.  "You gon' fuck yo' nigga now.
Oh, fuck me, Massa.  Please fuck me."

He slowly began to move his white cock in and out of his slave girl's
black pussy.  She responded by meeting every stroke.

"You are sloppy wet, girl," he said.  "Put those legs down and squeeze
them together."

The negress did as instructed and he moved his legs so that they
straddled hers.  Her cunt had a firm grip on him now and he began to
fuck her faster.

She humped right along with him, as he pounded into her.

"Oh! Oh!" she cried, "Oh!!"

The bed creaked loudly in time with each thrust.

"Kin I cum, Massa?" she asked with an urgency in her voice.  "Please,
Massa?"

"All right, Shanika," he answered, breathing hard, "you can cum now."

"Oh!  Massa!" she cried.  "Oh!  Oh!.... Oh!!"

He kept pounding his slave girl's pussy hard through her orgasm and
even after it subsided.

"Oh!  Thank you, Massa," she cooed, "You so good to yo' nigga.  Oh,
Massa, you usin' me so good."

That was all her master could take.  "Agh!  Oh!" he came hard and
filled her with his seed.  In spite of having already cum twice
recently he managed to get several strong shots into her as she
gripped him tightly inside her.

He sought out her thick lips, with his own and kissed her deeply.
Over and over again.  She wrapped her arms around him.  They kissed
for several minutes.  Ultimately, Dave rolled off Shanika and
gradually they both fell asleep.  Master and slave.

* * *

Dave awoke the next morning feeling something soft and warm between
his legs.  Shanika was gently sucking his cock.  He could feel himself
hardening in response to her talented mouth.  He reached his hand down
to her and stroked her stubble covered head.  She looked up at him,
his cock still in her mouth and let it slip out.

"You want yo' nigga suck you off, Massa?" she asked sweetly, "Or you
wanna use my coochie?  I's still yo' nigga.  Use me how you want."

"Get on me, girl," he said.  "I want you to fuck me."

The colored girl straddled her white master and slipped his cock into
her cunt.  She started humping him slowly, gradually building to an
easy moderate tempo.  Dave watched contentedly as her heavy black
breasts swayed while she fucked him.  She smiled as she looked into
his eyes.  After a time she sped up some.

"Kin I cum fo' you, Massa?" she asked, smiling happily.  "Kin I,
Massa?"

"Yeah," he replied, a little disoriented.  "Come for me, girl."

Shanika continued humping him even more vigorously and he felt himself
going past the point of no return.

"Oh, Massa!," she cried.  "I's cummin' fo' you, Massa!...  Ah!...
Ahhh...

"Oh, yeah," he murmured.  "Ohhh...."  He released into her warm pussy
as he looked into her dark brown eyes.

She felt him cum inside her and let herself down on top of him.  They
lay like that for a long several minutes.

"Time to get up now," he said.  "I've got to get you back."

Shanika put her shackles back on while Dave dressed.  He led her
outside into the morning sunlight.

"I gots to pee, Massa," she said.  "I rather do it here fo' you than
back in the barn.  Ok, Massa?  I knows you like to watch me."

"Yeah," he said.

Shanika squatted and pissed in the dust looking up at him, still
smiling.  When she was finished they walked down the path towards the
main house and the slave barn.

"What if I see you back in the city somewhere?" he asked, "What do we
do then?"

"I still be yo' nigga, Massa," she replied.  "We do what you want."

Yolanda saw them approach from the barn and came out to accept
Shanika's chain from Dave.

"Goodbye, Shanika," he said.  "Take care of yourself."

"Bye, Massa," she replied as he walked back to the cabin to collect
his stuff.

"You knew him from outside?" asked Yolanda.

"No," Shanika responded.  "Not really."


  
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