




                       A Merry Tune 2

                             by 

                           jaydee


              A sequel to Joe Doe's "A Merry Tune"


Toby led her stumbling ex-mistress back to the small barn.  She 
planned for Sharon to  be "bred" like an animal, not married 
advantageously amid silk dresses and magnolia blossums like 
others of her class.

"Oh, God!  Oh, my!  Toby, I am so ashamed!  I...they...oh, Toby!  
I will never be able to face any of those slaves again.  Why, Toby? 
Why did you have to be so mean?"  Sharon was in tears.

Toby smirked at the soft pleading tone of her formerly imperious 
mistress.  She could tell that Sharon was still dazed and confused 
from being treated like a slave, forced to strip and be displayed 
not only to an important white man, but to her own slaves, as well. 
Then there were those devastating orgasms at the hands of her 
personal slave.

Toby had a firm grip on Sharon's upper arm and was pulling her not 
so gently toward the barn...and whistling a merry tune as she did 
so.

"Toby, wh-what are you doing?  Where...are you taking me?" Sharon 
whined.

Toby grinned.  Sharon was usually so haughty and self-assured.  
The black girl craftily answered, "The banker man, he say he wants 
y'all tied down so y'all won't try runnin' away in the night.  He 
say Miss Sharon may trust y'all, but he sho' don't."

"Oh, NO!  How much longer does this have to go on?  I just can't 
do this any longer, Toby.  We have to tell him the truth.  I know 
he'll sell my home, but I've suffered so much shame and humiliation 
today.  It's got to end." 

Toby jerked Sharon to a halt suddenly, forcing her to turn so they 
stood face to face.  "Now you listen to me, Sharon Jackson!  We 
have NOT gone through all this trouble just to give up now.  Do 
y'all think it was easy on me, puttin' my own mistress through 
'Slave Paces'?  Well, whatever y'all thinks, howsomever ungrateful 
y'all are, irregardless of how selfish a daughter y'all is, Ah'm 
not gone let y'all same as spit on your father's grave by givin' 
up.  If Ah has to take this crop to yo' backside for real, Ah will. 
But Ah will NOT let y'all quit!  UNNERSTAND ME, GIRL?"  Toby was 
practically shouting in her mistress' face.  She paused, quivering, 
and held her breath as she waited to see how Sharon would respond 
to a slave -- her own slave -- yelling at her and putting her in 
her place.

Toby watched anxiously as several emotions crossed Sharon's face.
First, shock at being talked to that way, then embarrassment at her 
recent performance out in the open on her own property, and finally 
shameful acknowledgement that Toby was right.

"I'm sorry, I guess. Toby.  I am so confused.  It is is so 
unbelieveable that I am outside naked."  She gasped.  "NAKED!  
Oh, no!  I don't have clothes on!  Someone will see me!  Please 
let me have something to wear."

Toby smiled with a mixture of relief and triumph.  "Don't y'all 
worry 'bout bein' seen bare-assed, girl.  Ever'body done seen all 
they is to see.  They all enjoyed the show y'all put on, 'specially 
when yo' white ass was up in the air humpin' this crop.  Yes'm!  
Y'all done shown ever'body y'all is randy as a bitch!"

Sharon's hand flew to cover her wide-open mouth, her eyes filled 
with tears, and then she fainted, falling at her slave's feet.

Toby sneered at her former mistress as she lay unconscious on the 
ground.  She turned her over onto her back and pushed her legs 
farther apart so her sparsely haired pussy was visible.  She noted, 
in passing, that it was still wet.

Toby half-carried, half-dragged Sharon into the barn and put her 
on her knees in the calf holding slot between the stalls.  After 
closing the locking arm down over Sharon's back, Toby went around 
to the other stall and laid Sharon's head onto her crossed 
forearms.  Toby smoothed the long, fine dark hair away from 
Sharon's face.

"Damn," she thought.  "This is way too much fun.  Ah sho' wishes Ah 
could keep her like this.  But the banker man he gone take her 
away tomorrow for the mortgage, an' if they was any way Sharon 
coulda paid it, she woulda never submitted to this wild idea...even 
'fore she found out jus' how wrong it could go."

Toby's hand moved to Sharon's tit, and she began milking her like 
a cow, noting the immediate response of the nipple as it became 
fully engorged.  The other hand gently moved along Sharon's smooth 
back and down into the crevice between the previously white cheeks, 
now still blotchy from the crop's "encouragement."  Her finger 
followed the crease down to the brown rosette deep in the cleft.  
She rubbed it gently and then moved along to the wet pussy below. 
She stroked the lips and the slightly aroused clitoris.  Only a 
few moments of this tender massage were necessary before the clit 
erected fully.

She dipped two fingers of her right hand into the well of Sharon's 
pussy and then moved them back again to Sharon's asshole...and 
pushed her index finger inside.  She gently moved her finger back 
and forth, noting the quickening breath of the still-unconscious 
girl.  She then resumed playing with Sharon's pussy, now 
left-handed. 

After a bit, she began transferring dollops of musky juice from 
Sharon's pussy to her slack mouth, coating Sharon's lips and 
tongue and grinning broadly as the still unconscious girl began 
reflexively sucking on the dark, oily fingers.

All the while, she continued pumping Sharon's bottom, but now with 
two fingers.

Sharon began to pant, and her eyes slightly opened.  She was still 
out, but coming around.  Toby smiled and thought, "Comin' 'round, 
yep, she'll sho' be cummin' in jus' a li'l ol' minute."  And, with 
that thought, Toby concentrated on massaging Sharon's hard little 
clit with one hand and reaming her tight white ass with the other.

Sharon's breath caught, her eyes popped open, and then a soft, 
startled moan announced her third orgasm at the hands of her slave.

"Damn, girl!  Y'all hot as a firecracker on the Forf o' Jooleye!"  
She gave the upturned, quivering ass a stinging smack and said, 
"Y'all is one horny bitch, Sharon!"  Toby grinned when Sharon burst 
into tears and hid her face, but did not deny what Toby said.  

"Damn, they HAS to be a way to keep this white bitch here!" Toby 
thought.  She rose and again smacked her former mistress on her 
upraised bottom, receiving only soft cries of dismay from the 
aristocratic white woman.  "Now, don't y'all go nowhere," Toby 
said, with a smirk.

"Please, Toby!  Please, can you cover me with something?  I feel so 
naked, but, even more than that, I feel ex-exposed...," Sharon 
whispered.  When Toby knelt and gently brushed her hair out of her 
eyes, Sharon surprised them both when she rubbed her face into 
Toby's hand.

"Lemme go get yo' slave dress, girl."  Toby returned a few minutes 
later, whistling a merry tune and going into the stall behind 
Sharon.  "Damn, girl, y'all is STILL drippin'!"  She said it almost 
nonchalantly, but she was pleased to see the answering clenching of 
Sharon's thighs and buttocks.

"Ah gone raise the locking arm.  You ain't gone gimme me no 
trouble, now, right?"  Toby punctuated her question with another 
stinging slap to Sharon's now pinkish bottom.  This elicited only 
groans and hushed promises to be good from the formerly prudish 
white girl.

After raising the arm and helping Sharon struggle up to a kneeling 
position, Toby place a firm hand on Sharon's shoulder when she 
tried to rise further.  "No, Sharon, yuh needs t'put this li'l 
sack on an' then lay back down."

Sharon blushed.  She wanted to say something to put Toby back in 
her place...to reestablish herself as the Mistress of Tarsdale.  
It was important to her, she knew this might be her last chance 
to save herself from...what she did not know.  The blood of her 
aristocratic heritage rose, giving her the strength to try to 
overcome the humiliations and debasement she had suffered, duped 
walking herself into this predicament.  But just then she heard 
the banker's voice outside the barn.

She saw Toby's head whip around to the door, wide-eyed.  Then she 
snapped back around to Sharon and hissed, "Here, yuh put this on, 
girl!"  She roughly raised Sharon's arms over her head and pushed 
the burlap sack dress onto her.

Sharon reacted to Toby's obvious agitation with panicky movements 
that kept her well-tangled in the sack dress.  She was still 
helpless when Toby pushed her back into her former position easily. 
When she heard the locking arm click into place, she knew she was 
right back where she had been.

Kneeling, her bare white ass sticking up in the air, she could feel 
the slickness on her inner thighs.  She was oozing pussy-cream.  
She finally managed to pull the sack dress over her head and onto 
her arms.  She tried to push it back to cover herself, but it would 
not go past the locking arm.  Worse, unless she raised herself onto 
her arms, she could not keep the sack from sliding down her back 
until it covered only her shoulders.  This was worse than being 
completely naked.  The only one it prevented from seeing her nude, 
white body was herself.  With tear-filled eyes she raised her head 
to listen for the banker, all the time saying, "Don't come in.  
Don't come in.  Don't come in."

She heard Toby move and it was all she could do not to scream at 
her to stay still and not draw the white man's attention.

Toby left the barn then, and Sharon heard her and the banker 
talking outside.  Then the dinner bell rang.  She realized that 
the others would be answering the call to dinner.  She would not; 
she would be locked in the barn like an animal, a bitch, until 
someone else decided it was okay for her to leave.  She felt a 
kinship with the slaves she had never experienced before.  She 
wondered if this helplessness and hopelessness was the same as 
what Toby had felt last week when Sharon had spanked her with the 
same crop that Toby had used this morning to scour her bottom.  
She wished she could apologise to Toby.  She then promised herself 
that, when the banker left and she was free, she would make it 
up to Toby, somehow.

Toby came back in with a surprised and scared look on her face.  
"Y'all in for it now, girl.  Yuh showed yo'sef too much the fancy 
girl, looked too beautiful shakin' yo' titties and ass for that
bankerman.  What we gone do now?"

"Toby, what is wrong?  What do you mean?"  Sharon looked up at 
Toby from her crouched position, trying to ignore the incongruity 
of her present position -- practically naked with a tender bottom 
and a leaking puss...vagina.

"He gone take yuh in the mornin' an' brand yuh, an' put yuh in 
chains on a ship to the Caribbean, where y'all be a slave for 
the rest of yo' days.  But fust, he gone breed yuh with M'fassa."

Sharon gave a cry of dismay and began shaking all over and moaning, 
"NOOoooo!  Oh, please, Toby, please don't let M'fassa rape me."

"Oh, don' worry 'bout that.  M'fassa, he ain't gone touch yuh 
'til yuh BEGS him to."

With that, she squirted a glob of some gooey substance deep into 
Sharon's pussy.

"In a jus' a minute, yuh'll start itchin', girl, an' go into heat, 
right quick.  Ah'll be back, by-an'-by.  

Already, the goo had started to melt...and to itch....

		******************************

Well after dinner, Toby again visited the barn, around which half 
a dozen bucks were lounging.  She could hear Sharon's whimpers 
from some distance away.

Inside, Toby was pleased with what she saw.  Sharon was sweating 
and disheveled, helplessly wriggling her butt in a vain attempt to 
extinguish the relentless, maddening itch that was tormenting her.  

"Ah 'spects yuh sho' nuff in heat now, missy.  What say?  Want 
M'fassa to scratch that li'l ol' itch?

"Please, Toby, oh PLEASE make it stop!"

"It'll stop AFTER M'fassa breeds yuh...an' not befo'!"

"Let him...'breed'...me, then.  Please!"

"Yuh WANTS M'fassa?  Yuh NEEDS M'fassa?  Yuh LOVES M'fassa?  SAY 
IT, NIGGER!"

"I-I want M'fassa...I NEED M'fassa...I l-love M'fassa....  Please." 

"Well, if'n thats what yuh really wants....  An' Ah 'spects that 
ointment has calmed itsef down to where M'fassa won't mind it none. 
'Course, now, after him, yuh gots some other beaus waitin' round 
outside fo' their turns.  Yuh gotta be good to alla them, hear?  
Ah knows yuh can whistle, girl.  So, all the time yuh gettin' bred, 
yuh be whistlin' a merry tune.  Yuh stop whistlin', all them big 
bucks better be satisfied, or Ah'll take a switch to yo' miserable 
hide....  An' then use MORE OINTMENT!"         

She went to the barn door and beckoned the hulking Mandingo.  
Sashaying back to the main house, she smirked when the sounds 
of whistling began behind her.

		******************************	        

As Sharon gradually came back to consciousness, she heard someone 
whistling a merry tune and found that she felt cooler....  She was 
lying across someone's lap....  SOMEONE WAS WASHING HER PUSSY?  
HER WELL-FUCKED PUSSY!  WASHED IN A BARN LIKE A...BREEDING BITCH.

"Toby?" Sharon asked, hesitantly.

"Yes'm, sugar.  It's me.  Ah thought yuh'd feel better if'n Ah 
washed y'all down some.  Ah knows how much that li'l ol' bitch 
dog of yo' pa's loooved bein' washed.  So Ah thought y'all would, 
too.  Yuh feel better now, sugar?"  Toby asked gently, all the 
while grinning wickedly at the thought of comparing Sharon to a 
bitch.  She also knew that reminding Sharon of her father again 
would wound the girl.

Sharon squeezed her arms around Toby's waist and cried, "What is 
going to happen to me?  I just can't be a slave!  Please, Toby, 
help me!"  Sharon burst into tears yet again, as much as conceding 
defeat.

"Don't yuh worry yo' pretty little head, fancy girl.  While yuh 
was lazing around like a little pig, Ah found us a way outa this 
here problem.  Ah sent li'l Jimbo to yo' step-aunt with a letter
'splainin' ever'thin' that's happened.  Ah'm sho' she'll come 
and pay off the banker and pre-vent yuh from becomin' somebody's 
slave girl...somebody else's slave girl...."  Toby's voice had a 
malicious tone.  She knew that Sharon and her aunt (who was 
actually several years her junior) did not get along.  Toby 
expected the aunt would gladly seize this chance.

"Oh, Toby!  You didn't!" cried Sharon aghast.  "You didn't mention
what you, ah, what I...what happened this morning, did you?"

"O' course, Ah did.  Yo' aunt'll need to know ever'thin' so's she 
can save y'all.  Ah tried to be real descriptive.  Ah'm not sho' 
Ah gots the words right talkin' 'bout yo' 'slave paces.'"  She 
brightened up and slapped Sharon's bottom and said, "Ah sho'ly 
did yuh justice, though, describin' yuh fetching the stick wif 
yo' bare li'l ass wigglin' like a good li'l bitch.  Yuh woulda 
been right proud of me!"  Toby smiled down at the devastated white 
girl.

Toby knew Sharon had been defeated.  Here she was lying in a stall 
bare-assed, being washed down by her slave and not complaining 
about the indecent liberties she was still being subjected to. 

Toby gently turned Sharon's face to her and said, "Don' worry, 
fancy girl, yo' aunt'll treat you like the randy li'l bitch yo' 
is.  No mo' hi-falutin airs for yuh.  Yuh is now a octoroon slave.  
Ah looks fo'ward to takin' a strap to yo' backside.  Yuh hear me, 
bitch?"  Toby added several stinging slaps to the tender, 
trembling, backside of the former Mistress of Tarsdale.

Sharon groaned and sniffled as tears rolled down her cheeks.  She
mourned the stripping away of her clothes and her dignity and her 
virginity and now, at the end, her very freedom.  This morning she 
had been a free woman, the Mistress of Tarsdale.  Now she was just 
a slave bitch waiting for a free white woman decide her fate.



Edited by C. Lakewood






 
