
 


 
                        A MERRY TUNE

                             by

                          Joe Doe


TOBY IS A SLAVE IN THE OLD SOUTH, BUT, WHEN SHE GETS TO PUT HER 
WHITE MISTRESS THROUGH THE HUMILIATION OF "SLAVE PACES," IT IS 
TOBY WHO IS WHISTLING A MERRY TUNE.



Toby walked back to her mistress whistling a merry tune.  The 
banker was coming to the plantation, and there was nothing her 
mistress could do about it. 

"Did you tell him that I was out of town, and he'd have to come 
back later?" the mistress asked, anxiously.

"That Ah did, Miss Sharon," the slave girl said.  "But he say he 
jus' needs to see the collat'ral.  He say yuh owes him the money, 
an' he be here in thirty minutes!  He wants that Ah should have all 
the niggers lined up in front of the house, includin' the fancy girl!"

The mistress of the Jackson plantation gasped.  The man in New 
Orleans had loaned her father money five years before, with a 
beautiful octoroon slave girl as collateral.  But then the "War 
of Northern Aggression" had begun.  Her father had been lost in 
The Great Cause, and, when the plantation had started to fail, 
she had been forced to sell her father's fair-skinned bed wench 
just to keep the place running.  The banker had been friends 
with her father, but times were tight, and he needed to verify 
that the wench she kept talking about was really worth the 
balance of the unpaid mortgage.  Of course, she knew that, when 
the banker found out the wench she was using as collateral had 
been sold, he would foreclose, and the family's estate would be 
lost forever.

When her black serving slave Toby had said she had an idea, she 
reluctantly agreed to listen.  "Yuh know, Miss Sharon, how pretty 
yuh is," the crafty young black woman said.  "All the white folks 
and all the nigger folks, too, says yuh is the pretties' girl in 
the valley, white or black." 

"What are you getting at, Toby?" her mistress asked.  With long 
dark hair and a perfect figure, Sharon Jackson was very beautiful, 
but this was no time for idle flattery.

"Well, to be a fancy bed wench, yuh don' have to look like a 
nigger.  Ah seen nigger bed wenches with baby blue eyes and even 
blonde hair!  When it come to the auction block, white pussy 
earns good money!"

The Mistress of Tarsdale cracked the slave girl right across 
the backside with her riding crop.  "I told you never to use 
that kind of language in front of me.  You forget that I am 
a lady!  Maybe the whipping last week wasn't enough for you!" 

The black slave woman cowered back in fear.  "No, Miss 
Sharon...Ah'm real sorry.  Ah just meant, well...."  She 
paused and looked down at her bare feet.  "Yuh is sho' pretty 
enough to pass for an octoroon, Miss Sharon."

The white woman looked at her in horror. 

The black slave girl immediately retreated into thinly-veiled 
sarcasm.  "So what if he sells the plantation!  Yuh can jus' get 
another!  Not no never mind that it's been in yo' family for six 
generations, and all yo' kin is buried here.  Not no never mind 
yuh promised yo' Daddy yuh'd save it no matter what!"

Toby was right, and they both knew it.  Of course, as the lead 
house slave, Toby was in charge of the other slaves, and she was 
also familiar with the banker.  Sharon knew she would need Toby 
to avoid ruin.  In exchange for Toby's help, she agreed to do 
everything that Toby told her until the banker left.

"Looks like the bottom rail's on top now, huh, Miss Sharon!" Toby 
exclaimed with delight.  The beautiful white mistress ground her 
teeth, but knew she had no choice.  She was, however, going to 
paddle Toby's rump Indian red when this business was over.
 
Toby gave some instructions to one of the slave bucks and then 
whistled a merry tune as she led her mistress back into the main 
house and up to her stately bedroom.  On the bed was an old burlap 
sack, with arm and neck holes cut out.  Toby held up the ugly old 
sack as if it were a beautiful gown.  "Ah made this here pretty 
dress this morning, just for yuh," she said, with a malicious 
grin.  "Don't yuh think it look sweet?"

Her mistress protested that she would rather wear a plain cotton 
house dress like Toby was wearing.  Toby reminded her mistress that 
she had agreed to follow orders, and they hardly had time to go 
running back to the slave quarters to look for other clothes.  
Toby walked right up to her mistress and fingered the silk dress 
she was wearing, as if appraising the material.  With a smirk, she 
said, "Ah think it be time yuh took off those fancy frillies, 
Miss Sharon.  Nigger wenches don't get to wear no lacy fancies like 
that." 

Toby smiled and stood with her arms folded as her proud mistress 
quickly undressed.  Toby had seen her naked before in the bath, 
but this was the first time she had sat there and brazenly watched 
her strip. 
 
She laughed, and her running commentary actually brought tears to 
Sharon's eyes.  "Don't worry, Miss Sharon, this'll work.  Yuh 
looks jus' like a fancy girl.  They sho' is nice little titties, 
Missy.  Kinda small, but cute as two little apples!  They say white 
pussy is extra tight, an' yo' snatch looks tighter'n a drum.  
Ever' buck on this place has wanted to take that fine white ass 
out for a ride ever since yo' Daddy ran off, an' that banker will, 
too.  Ah can sho' see why!"

Sharon had begged to keep her drawers on under the skirt, but Toby 
was a stickler for detail, and soon the proud mistress of the 
plantation was marched outside, naked except for the old flour 
sack.  Sharon had wanted to wait in the kitchen and invite the 
banker to view his "collateral" there.  But Toby had set up a 
chair and a glass of lemonade on the front porch, so that Sharon's 
humiliating assessment could be performed outside in front of the 
house...where all of the other slaves could enjoy the show.  Toby 
had placed Sharon at the end of the line of slaves.  The fat banker 
walked down the line slowly, occasionally stopping to squeeze a 
breast or tap a young buck's muscles. 

Since Toby was in charge "until the Mistress got back" she walked 
a few steps behind the banker, assisting him with his inspection.  
To her horror, Sharon noted that Toby was now carrying Sharon's 
riding crop.

The man stopped when he reached Sharon's place in line.  It was 
a cold smile, devoid of warmth.  "This is the one I came to see, 
Toby.  Show her to me."

Toby was all too eager to comply.  She grabbed her former mistress 
by the scruff of the neck and dragged her over to a spot about 10 
feet in front of the line of blacks.  It was show time, and Toby 
wanted to make sure all of the slaves had a front row seat.  
"Strip," Toby said to the started white woman.  Sharon just stared 
at her.  Take her clothes off?  In front of these Negro field  
hands?  Through the flour sack Sharon felt the crack of Toby's 
riding crop against her creamy white buttocks.  "Ah said, STRIP!" 
Toby repeated.  The riding crop burned like fire, and Toby didn't 
have to repeat herself again.  She saw the fear in Sharon's eyes, 
fear of the whip.  Toby knew that all she had to do was keep 
tapping the crop against her palm, and the proud white beauty 
would obey all of her commands, no matter how humiliating. 

Toby smiled as Sharon obediently pulled the flour sack over her 
head.  Toby took it and tossed it aside.  The dress would just get 
in the way; it would be more fun to put this proud white bitch 
through her paces slave naked. 

Sharon tried to cover herself with her hands, but, after another 
stinging slap of the crop across the totally bare cheeks of her 
unprotected rump, she quickly obeyed Toby's command to place her 
hands on top of her head, exposing herself for all to see.  Sharon 
blushed from head to toe.  She saw that every man from the banker 
to the lowliest slave had a noticeable bulge in his trousers. 

A few of the bolder slaves even stuck their hands down the front 
of their pants.

Toby had worked at a slave market, and knew how to put a wench 
through her "slave paces."  She'd make the pretty slave girls 
bend and twist, plead and squirm, wiggle and jump, all for the 
entertainment of their prospective owners. 

But they were uneducated and impoverished slaves; no more than 
savages really.  Now she had the chance to ply her trade on a 
woman of quality, an educated aristocrat who represented 
everything Toby hated about whites.  Now this highly intelligent 
and well-bred white beauty was going to feel what it was like to 
be "danced on the auction block." 

Toby looked at the assembled slaves.  Like the crowds who used to 
stand in front of the auction blocks in New Orleans, they were 
eager for the show to begin.  And she was eager to start.  She was 
going to enjoy giving this snooty little bitch a lesson in being 
treated like a nigger!

"Open yo' mouth," Toby barked.  Sharon complied.  "She has pearly 
white teeth," she said, poking Sharon's gums.  "An' her pretty 
pink tongue was just made for sucking!  Imagine her on her knees 
in front of her massah, her dainty mouth wrapped around his stiff 
tool.  She's a natural li'l cock sucker, this one."  She ran the 
crop across Sharon's buttocks, and Sharon flinched.  "O' course, 
he'd use the crop to make sho' our proud li'l beauty swallows 
ever' drop! 

"Just look at these tiny white titties.  Like two creamy li'l 
cupcakes.  Any man would want to suck on these sweet li'l things."  
She lifted the underside of Sharon's breasts with the crop and 
jiggled them up and down.  "Kinda small, but that's cuz she don't 
got much more than a drop of nigger blood.  But these nipples sho' 
do get nice and pointy out here in the morning air!"  Toby laughed 
as she teased Sharon's sensitive pink nipples with the crop. 

Getting into her part, Toby decided to improvise. "She's a fine 
animal, but raised like a white girl.  Speaks French and Spanish, 
and even plays the violin.  Why, Miss Perfect didn't even know she 
HAD nigger blood 'til her daddy died and her step-mama put her bare 
ass up on the auction block.  Ah wish Ah could've seen the look on 
her face when they stripped her down naked as a jaybird in front of 
all the buyers," Toby chuckled.  "Ah bets her step-mama really 
enjoyed that.

"Her white past is why she still acts uppity, but the whip can cure 
that, right enough."  Once again she tapped Sharon's bottom with 
the crop.  "She's a bargain, Mr. Banker.  Look at that creamy white 
skin."  She ran the crop across Sharon's bare thighs as Sharon 
flinched.  "Look at that soft, downy hair aroun' her crack.  She's 
uppity, randy, an' beautiful.  Yuh won't know whether to whip her, 
fuck her, or paint her picture!" 
           
"I'm not an artist, so I think I'll stick with the whipping and 
the fucking," the banker said, with a laugh.
           
"An' she in fine physical condition."  Toby pushed Sharon down 
onto all fours and told her to keep her "head down and ass high, 
like a randy li'l bitch."  Then Toby picked up a stick off the 
ground and tossed it across the front yard.  She looked at her 
mistress and smiled.  "Fetch!"

Her eyes burning with tears of shame, Sharon crawled across the 
yard.  

Toby used the game as an opportunity to continue her humiliating 
commentary:
          
"See the way that sweet little ass of hers wiggles in the air, 
just begging for a good poke?  An' yuh gone pray she smart-moufs 
yuh, jus' so's yuh can tan those juicy bottom cheeks."  

She raised her voice.

"No, girl, don't pick up the stick with yo' hands.  Use those 
pretty white teeth.  Now carry it back to me like a well-trained 
li'l doggie bitch. 
         
"See how those li'l titties wiggle when she crawls back to me?  
She looks just like a li'l calf, don't she?"  

Sharon was humiliated beyond all words, but what could she do?  It 
was too late to back off; if she told her banker who she really 
was, she would lose the plantation and still have live with the 
scandal of what Toby was doing.  She couldn't back out now! 
           
"Now, stay on all fours, but turn 'round and put yo' milky white 
ass in the air.  Tha's it, put yo' face on the ground so yo' ass 
sticks up nice an' high.  Now spread those legs so's ever'body can 
see that tight, white pussy.  Wider...so's we can see that teeny 
li'l brownie butt hole, too!"
         
Sharon obeyed, and Toby got down on her knees next to her.  Toby 
ran the tip of her riding crop back and forth across Sharon's 
exposed clitoris as Sharon listened to the humiliating sales pitch. 
"She sho' a hot little nigra, and she got a randy, steamy li'l 
twat.  Look how she a-juicin' up when Ah runs the whip back and 
forf ovah her hot pussy."  Toby held her fingers up and let 
Sharon’s juices glisten in the sunlight for all to see.  

"O' course, y'all may need to snip her, seein' how randy she is.  
Otherwise she be spreadin' her legs like a rabbit in heat."  
Sharon trembled at the thought, but Toby kept up the pressure on 
her clit, and, despite the humiliation, Sharon found herself 
rocking her hips in time with Toby's strokes.

"Tha's a good little bitch...hump the whip.  "Yuh is a virgin, but 
jus' dyin' to get nice big shaft into yo' hot wet holes, ain't that 
the truf?  Well, ain't it, BITCH?" 

Sharon's humiliating ride reached its crescendo.  She orgasmed in 
front of everyone as she humped the riding crop.  "Look at her 
cum!" one of the bucks said.  "Y'all can even see her pussy hole 
twitch!"  The laughter of the slaves and the banker mingled 
together and burned in Sharon's ears.
          
Exhausted by her humiliating performance, Sharon started to relax 
her hips, but a sharp crack of the crop brought her bottom back up 
into position.
           
Toby beckoned the banker over for a closer look.  "Run yo' fingers 
'cross those juicy pussy lips, Mr. Banker.  She be as wet as the 
Mississippi!"  Sharon shuddered as the fat old man ran his fingers 
over her vaginal lips.  Toby reached down and spread her vagina 
wide.  Behind her, the other slaves left the line and slowly 
crowded around the totally exposed woman.  None of the bucks had 
ever seen a white woman naked, although they all fantasized about 
it.  Now they were looking at their proud white mistress with her 
ass in the air, spread wide open in the most humiliating pose 
imaginable!
          
"Jus' look at that hot, tight, pink meat," Toby said, urging the 
banker on in his exploration.  "Tha's right, run yo' finger ovah 
her pink slit!  Sho' is soft an' wet, ain't it?  Now get yo' finger 
up there!  See, she's still got her cherry.  She'd fit any man like 
a glove.  Ah bets this little sow'll squeal like a pig when yuh 
pops her!"

Toby tapped Sharon on the buttocks with the crop.  "Roll ovah 
onto yo' back, piggy."  Sharon obeyed.  "Spread those long legs 
nice an' wide."  Toby inserted her fingers into Sharon's pussy 
and started running her thumbs in small circles around her clit.  
"Tha's it, hump my hand.  Hump my hand good.  Randy slut!"  Sharon 
quickly humiliated herself with another gut-wrenching orgasm.  
"Tha's it, slut, make tha' hot pussy hole twitch for us again," 
Toby sneered.
           
"I've seen enough, Toby," the banker said.  "You've convinced me 
that this is an opportunity too good to miss." 
           
Sharon was still on the ground in a daze, panting from the 
aftereffects of her second orgasm as Toby walked the banker back 
to the house.  "The law says I can seize the collateral and sell 
it as soon as your mistress falls behind on the payments," the 
banker explained.  "I'm going to sell this bitch, pay off the 
mortgage, and send your mistress the money I have left over.  I'll 
leave the papers for your mistress to review when she returns."
         
Toby smiled.  "Well, Ah should warn yuh, tha' hot bitch'll 
prob'ly try to 'scape.  Once she even tried to pass herself off 
as a white woman.  Claimed once that she was the mistress, an' she 
was just pretendin' to be a slave wench."  Toby paused and rolled 
her eyes at the banker, as if it were the most ridiculous notion 
imaginable.  "Like anybody'd believe that story," she sneered.
           
"Don't worry, Toby, I know how to handle lying nigger bitches.  My 
first stop will be the blacksmith.  It won't be so easy to run away 
after we put those delicate little feet and wrists into slave 
irons.  I might even put a little brand on that sassy white ass of 
hers, just so there isn't any doubt about what she really is when 
I put her on the block.  Besides, the irons will allow us to fasten 
her down good and tight when we put her on the slave ship."
          
"What slave ship?" Toby asked.  "Ain't y'all sellin' her in 
N'Orleans, massah?"
           
"No, the damn Yankee abolitionist talk has depressed the market.  
I'm putting my wenches on a slave ship and sailing them to the 
Caribbean.  She speaks Spanish and French, and they don't pamper 
wenches on the islands like they do here in the South.  Nobody is 
going to free THOSE wenches!"
           
Toby smiled at the thought of her proud white mistress, chained 
down buck naked and flat on her back in the stinking hold of some 
putrid slave ship.  They crammed them in tight, and it wouldn’t 
smell too nice, since the slaves had to lay in their own filth.  
But she was sure that the lustful sailors would take Sharon up top 
every now and then and clean her up for some "exercise."

"I did want to ask a favor," the banker said. "In the islands they 
prefer black bed wenches, don't ask me why.  With the white girls 
they like to breed them with big black bucks.  I could probably 
get a better price for her if she had already been bred with one 
of the bucks and was about to drop a sucker.  Do you think it would 
be all right if...."

"Sho' nuff, massah," Toby said merrily.  "Why don' y'all stay the 
night?   We'll cook y'all up a fine supper, and Ah can sup'vise her 
breedin' out in the barn.  Ah'll have her butt naked and shackled 
to the back of the wagon fust thing in the mornin'.  Y'all can 
walk her to the blacksmith nigger-naked!  Yuh jus' head into the 
house, Mr. Banker, and Ah'll send a couple of wenches along to 
start supper."
            
Toby watched the man walk into the beautiful plantation house.  
Then she turned and started walking back to where her former 
mistress lay sprawled on the ground, naked as the day she was 
born.  All of the black bucks were crowded around her, but they 
were still afraid to touch her. 

She would definitely be knocked up, but Toby wanted to make sure 
that the slave bucks enjoyed her satiny mouth and virgin backside 
too.  She was sure that she would be able to find a volunteer or 
two to cover her mistress...or 3...or 30.
           
Toby would let M'fassa "bust" Sharon first.  M'fassa was a proud 
Mandingo who hated and despised the mistress, since she had planned 
to have him castrated next week.  Toby knew M'fassa would enjoy 
taking the proud young woman’s virginity, and he would be a 
ruthless and successful breeder.

Toby walked back to her mistress, whistling a merry tune. 



Edited by C. Lakewood


        

