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Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of my imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This story is guaranteed to be morally offensive.  It contains racism, bigotry, racial slurs and words, Black humiliation and degradation.  

I mean this story contains HEAVY racism and bigotry that is in your face. 

If you are offended by such stuff please DO NOT read this story.  If you get upset with racism and bigotry, please DO NOT read this story.

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Now, this story is fantasy ALL fantasy it is NOT real life.  Tasheka and I made this story up.  The idea for this story came from Tasheka herself.
 
Racism and bigotry mixed with a sex story is not topic that I had considered writing about.  Tasheka, who is a real African-American female urged me to write a story like this.  Tasheka edited this story for language and minor changes.

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Tasheka Dija 2

Thursday morning Tasha was applying the last of her make-up in
her bathroom.  She lived at home with her mother and her
siblings, fifteen year olds Jack and Diane, the twins.  It was a
big house, five bedrooms with five bathrooms, a three car garage
with a huge backyard that had an eight foot high privacy wall.

Tasha was nervous today because those two evil teenagers were
going to return to the law office.  She had reluctantly agreed to
take the case of the Snyder twins, Sally and Sarah.  The thirteen
year old girls were accused of raping Mrs Elaine Johnson, the
wife of the President of Cherish Valley Bank, outside the Young
Girl Club.  The owner of the law firm, Amanda White, had pleaded
with her to take the case as the father of the twins paid a large
retainer every year to the law firm.  Mr. Snyder owned the Young
Girl Club and he liked to keep any lawsuits involving the club to
a minimum.

Tasha decided to wear plain white panties and a plain white bra
under her white blouse.  Her dark knee length skirt came just
below her knees.  She was very self-conscious about how large her
breasts are, going back to middle school, Tasha developed more
quickly than most of her friends, and got embarrassed about
bouncing and jiggling, even in sports bras, when running track or
on the tennis court.

The past two days at the office were hard on her.  The thirteen
year old twins had humiliated her days before.  The younger women
in the office were whispering behind her back every time she
walked by.  Tasha felt a tingle in her stomach and her clit
jumped when she thought of the twins and what they did to her. 
She didn't like it one bit but for some reason her panties got a
little wet when she did think it about it.

"Why does that happen to me?" Tasha thought to herself not really
expecting and answer from herself.

The past two days she had been eating lunch by herself in the
break room sitting in the corner while the younger women sat
together.   Jealousy is what Tasha put their attitude down too. 
The co-owner of the law firm, Abbie White, had sent around a memo
stating that everybody had to eat in the break room, the office
cubicles were getting messy and some clients had commented about
that.  Tasha had asked Abbie if the new rule applied to her and
Abbie had almost said, "Even Nig..." but quickly caught herself
and said yes it included her.  Tasha was going to protest but
Abbie's hard look convinced Tasha not to say anything more.

Tasha came out of the bathroom and almost bumped into her mother,
Tasheka.

"Morning, Honey," smiled her mother.

Tasha just nodded her head at her mother's greeting.  Ann, or
rather, Tasheka, looked at her daughter walk down the hallway.

"Are you Ok Tasha? You look a little pre-occupied"

"I'm fine momma, just have a lot on my mind this morning.  I have
a court appearance this morning and a busy day ahead" She didn't
mention the Snyder twins.

"A big case?" smiled Tasheka as she watched her daughter walk by.

"You could say that" Tasha replied as she walked down the stairs.

Tasha walked into kitchen, Jack and Diane, her twin fifteen year
old brother and sister, were sitting at the kitchen table.  Tasha
prepared a bowl of oatmeal as her brother and sister were
giggling and whispering to each other, ignoring her as they
usually did.

"Morning you two" smiled Tasha.

"Morning, Tashie" smiled Diane.

Tasha hated that nick name, her real name was LaTasha but
preferred Tasha.  She had to keep reminding her brother and
sister not to call her `Tashie'.  But something was different
this time when Diane called her `Tashie', her clit tingled and
her adrenaline pumped a little more, that was strange.

Jack and Diane both looked at their older sister, waiting for her
to admonish them for calling her `Tashie'.

Tasha was about to say something when she felt just a little
leakage between her legs, that distracted her.

`What is going on with my body?' thought Tasha.

Both teens giggled to each other and finished their bowl of
cereal.

"Morning kids" said Tasheka as she walked into the kitchen, "I
have to leave early, I have a lecture first thing this morning,
you kids need a ride to school?" Tasheka was trying her best not
to rub her breasts, the bra she was wearing as part of her jungle
bunny outfit was one size to small and it squeezed her breasts
together, creating unwanted cleavage.  She was wearing a pink
blouse one size to small that didn't have buttons above the
breast line.

"No, momma, we're fine, we're gonna take the school bus" replied
Jack as he and his stared at their mother's exposed cleavage
behind her blouse.

Both teens got up from the table and headed out of the kitchen,
"We have theater practice after school momma so we might be a
little late" yelled Diane over her shoulder.

`Ok, you kids have fun today, and mind your teachers" replied
Tasheka.

Tasha was sitting there staring at her bowl of oatmeal.

"Must be a real big case if you aren't paying attention to
breakfast" smiled Tasheka looking at her daughter.  Tasheka was
preparing her lunch, over the last two weeks she preferred to eat
her lunch in the broom closet rather than be seen in the
cafeteria wearing her jungle bunny outfit.

"I'm sorry momma, I have a lot on my mind" smiled Tasha.

You need a ride to the office?"

"No thanks momma, I have a court case this morning so I'm gonna
take the bus"

"Well you have a good day then and I will see you this evening"
smiled Tasheka as she walked out the door.

***

Tasha had a morning court case.  She took the county bus to
Climax the county seat for Cherish Valley.  Even though she was a
successful defense attorney she saved her money instead of buying
a car like other female attorney's.  The bus was full of mothers
and their kids going to the mall or other places.  Cherish Valley
had year `round school system.  As Tasha sat on the bus with her
briefcase on her lap, a lady in the seat across the aisle from
her had her five or six year old daughter sitting on her lap, the
girl was facing her mother.   The girl was slapping either side
of her mother's face with her hands.  Some slaps were harder than
others the youngster was giggling and laughing each time her
mother grimaced with each slap.

Two rows up from her, two teenagers, a boy and a girl, were
fucking.  The boy was sitting and the girl was sitting on his
lap, her thighs either side of the side of the boy's legs as she
gripped the back of the seat.  The girl had her top down and her
size 36 breasts were bouncing up and down as the girl rode the
boy.  Both kids were giggling between grunts and groans.

Tasha tried to ignore the girl and her mother across from her. 
Tasha had a boyfriend once, in high school.  His name was Debony
and lived in town of Intercourse.  Cherish Valley was made up of
four large towns, Intercourse, Bikini Bottom, Zip Down, and
Climax.  Tasha smiled to herself because it was true what White
people said about black males, they had big cocks and knew how to
use them.  Debony was seventeen and she was sixteen when they
were dating.   Debony was caught with a White woman behind the
school.  The woman was sentence to four days in jail but court
sentenced Debony to a life as "Swamp Running Nigger" which meant
that the County Kennel trained its Hound dogs to track Niggers
through the swamp.  If he was caught, he was turned over to the
Boy Scouts for a week to be used as a sexual play toy for the
young boys.  Tasha was hurt at the time because she thought
Debony loved her.  Her momma had always said black males were no
good, always fucking around, planting their seed where ever they
could, they were a bunch of lazy bastards, which is why she
pointed out, that she married White men.

The bus pulled in front of the courthouse.  The building was a
three storey granite structure that proclaimed `Everybody is
guilty until proven innocent' across the front of it.  Tasha knew
from her study in ancient law that the media of the day always
tried the guilty person in print and television before the court
hearing even started.  Cherish Valley agreed with that ancient
philosophy.

She walked up the steps and in the front door.  Four female
bailiffs were walking the hallway.   All cases were jury cases,
didn't matter what the case was.  Juries could be made up of boys
and girls, men and women with a minimum age of six years and
older.  The members of the jury were generally selected by
pulling in anybody who was standing around the courthouse hallway
or sitting in the courtroom.  The female bailiffs went out into
the hallways, walked into male and female bathrooms, the
cafeteria or anyplace they could and offered a couple of dollars
to whoever was available to sit in on a court case.   Males
usually wanted hand jobs instead of money but almost all females
took the cash.

The female bailiffs had to wear five or six inch black heels,
flesh colored hose, blue skirts that came mid-thigh and a white
blouse that was one size too small.  To finish off the uniform,
each had a pair of handcuffs and a ten inch cattle prod hanging
off their equipment belt.  It was a County requirement that all
female bailiffs have 36 double D breasts, were six feet tall and
have blonde hair and blue eyes.  Each bailiff had to have a
degree in hand jobs and a certificate in masturbation techniques.

"Hey you!" a bailiff yelled over at Tasha.

"Yes?" Tasha smiled.

"Wanna sit on a jury? I'll give two dollars for your time" smiled
the tall bailiff.

Tasha looked at the clock on the wall, `why not' she thought, `I
have a little time before my case gets heard'

"Sure" replied Tasha.

The bailiff, whose name tag proclaimed her as "Trixie" stuff two
dollars into Tasha's hand, "Room 10 on the second floor in five
minutes" smiled Trixie.

"Room 10?" asked Tasha, that was where her case was going to be
heard.

`Yeah, room 10, it's a hanging case" Trixie said as she walked
off to find another potential juror for another case.

Tasha walked up the stairs and entered room 10.

"Are you a juror?" asked the bailiff.

"Yes"

"Take a seat in the box there" the bailiff pointed.

In the juror box sat four young girls, Tasha thought they might
be eight or nine years of age.  As she sat down, the girls were
giggling at a magazine that one of them was holding.  Tasha
managed a quick look at the magazine.  The girls were looking at
pictures of women who were hanging, women who had nooses around
their necks.  One of the girls commented on the funny look on the
face of one woman.  The other three laughed.

"We have a full jury your Honor" yelled out the bailiff.

The Black female judge nodded her head and smiled at Tasha in the
jury box.  The Judge's name was Ebony Kwanza, one of the first
black jurists to become a judge. Ebony wore her hair like other
White women, either straight down or curly.  She was forty years
old with two girls, one nine years old and the other seven years
old.  Ebony wasn't married.  She had divorced her husband when
she found out he was screwing around with other Black women in
town, something all Black men did.  Ebony lived in the town of
Intercourse, on a tree lined street, a four bedroom house with a
three car garage.

 One of the bailiffs opened the door and in shuffled three women.
 They each had a metal collar around their necks with a one foot
length metal tube that was attached to the collar of the woman in
front to the woman behind her.  Each had their hands cuffed
behind their back and their ankles secured with two ankle cuffs
and a short metal chain between the cuffs, on their feet they
wore six inch spiked heels that were secured around their ankles,
thus making it difficult to run let alone walk.  The three women
wore orange miniskirts that came mid-thigh and a thin orange
t-shirt that came just below their breasts.  If Tasha had to
guess, none of the women were wearing panties or bras.

"Who is representing the `people' in this case?" asked the Black
female judge.
"I am Ebony, Steven Horner, first year law student" the twenty
something boy stood up.  The White boy didn't bother to call Miss
Kwanza "Your Honor" or "Judge"

The judge looked at the defense table, nobody was standing there.
 No law firm in the Valley would represent the women, they were
guilty.  The accused were teachers at the elementary school. 
Tasha had remembered when the three women had come to the Law
firm the other day and pleaded with Amanda and Abbie to take
their case.  Abbie had said that the case was on open and shut
guilty case and sent the women on their way.

"What are the charges?" asked the judge.

"Unauthorized hanging, Hanging themselves without a permit, and
not having a licensed hanging practitioner present" Steven Horner
replied, "and the most grievous of the charges, inciting a minor
to participate in an illegal act"

The woman in front of the other two spoke out, "I just wanted her
to hang me for fun..."

"But you knew that the youngster had no training in how to
properly hang a woman?" asked Judge Kwanza.

The woman looked down at the floor and shuffled her feet nodding
her head in agreement.

The four girls had put down the magazine and were watching the
three teachers as they stood in the courtroom.

"Go on, Mr Horner..." urged the Judge.

"...these three teachers were caught in the elementary school
library by a girl who had gone back to retrieve her backpack
after school.  The three women were nude, two were hanging and
one of them was furiously masturbating herself while watching the
other two.  The teacher who was masturbating herself asked the
girl if she wanted to join in.  The girl declined and went to get
the principle.  The police were notified a short time later. 
Upon being taken into custody and removed to the jailhouse, the
three teachers did not offer an explanation of why they were
hanging themselves for fun."

"Without representation ladies, the jury here will make a quick
verdict"

"Guilty" the four girls yelled out, laughing and giggling at the
women in the magazine.

"Miss Black?" the Judge Kwanza said looking at her.

Tasha didn't like to see any woman be guilty of anything, but
hanging themselves for fun? That was too much, `Guilty, your
honor"

The three teachers started weeping.

"Four days incarceration in the jailhouse" Judge Kwanza said
banging her gavel.  She got up and left the court room.  Another
judge would hear the next case.

Tasha stepped out of the jury box and stood next to the defenders
table waiting for her client to arrive.

Marcia Henderson was sitting in the witness stand looking
nervous.  Tasha was standing by the side of "defenders table"
looking at her notes.  Marcia's family was sitting in the
courtroom which was full even on a work and school day.  It was
always exciting to watch a woman on trial who was caught having
an affair with a young girl.  Testimony often became "he said,
she said" between the accuser, typically the father of the girl,
and the accused woman.

In Marcia Henderson's case, the jury was made up of seven people.
 Three men, one woman and three seven year old girls.  The three
girls were waiting with mothers in the hallway.   The mother's
were awaiting their jury trials, so only one of the mother's
agreed to sit on the jury for Marcia.  The three men had their
cocks out and were slowly stroking them looking at Marcia.  The
woman had two of the girls sitting on either side of her, both
girls had their hands up her skirt as the woman squirmed.  The
woman had no idea who the two girls were but she enjoyed the
attention the little hands were giving her.  The third seven year
old girl was looking at a magazine called `Good Time Pussy's". 
It was a magazine where adult women advertised their services. 
It was one of many ways that women had to make money.

In court cases involving woman having affairs with young girls,
any and all type of questions could be asked by either attorney.

Marcia, thirty-eight years old, married with a sixteen year old
boy at home.  She worked as a public bathroom janitor for the
parks and recreation district.   As such she drove around the
Valley cleaning public restrooms.  She was served with court
papers yesterday afternoon while at work and she went to the law
firm of White and White to handle her case.  This case was a
simple trespassing case, an adult woman trespassing into the
bedroom of a teenager after curfew.

Tasha knew that sex was happening all over the Valley in one form
or another, she wasn't stupid.  She had no boyfriend since Debony
or steady relationships.  She worked all the time and worked hard
to get where she was.  It wasn't that she didn't know about sex,
she did, the type of sex crimes that she defended she had no
interest in participating in like other female attorney's.

"Ok, Mrs. Henderson I want to hear it from you" Tasha smiled as
she looked over the paper which listed the offense at the woman
sitting in the witness box.

"Um, ok, well let's see, I have been having an affair with Trisha
Howard..."

There was a grasp from the courtroom.  Mr. Henderson and his son
stood up and yelled, "Whore" and "Slut" and sat back down again.

The male judge banged his gavel.  The judge liked to have his
cock sucked while in the courtroom, not by a girl, or an adult
woman or even a young boy he liked to have his cock sucked by an
adult male prisoner.  The judge kept little boys in his chambers
whose sole purpose was to molest adult males who had broken the
law.
"How old is this Trisha Howard?" Tasha continued.  Tasha didn't
understand women like Marcia Henderson, women who liked young
girls or even why a judge liked his cock sucked by some prisoner.

"She is fourteen years old..."

"Ok," smiled Tasha, she always wondered what it was about young
girls that turned adult women on, "How long have been having
this, um, affair with this fourteen year old?"

"The last month or so..." Mrs. Henderson fidgeted.  The people in
the courtroom snickered.  The judge banged his gavel again and
gave out a moan.

"Bitch!" yelled Mr. Henderson.

"Go on, please, Mrs. Henderson"

"...I would usually sneak into her bedroom at night if she wanted
to have sex with me which was pretty much all the time..."

"What do you mean by sneak into her bedroom?"

"Well, Tricia would text me telling me to come over at such and
such a time so she could fuck me..." Marcia stared down at the
floor.

"Let's back up a minute, how did you meet Tricia Howard?" asked
Tasha.

"We met at the Young Girl Club"

"That house of prostitution?"

The seven jurors and the courtroom laughed when Tasha asked that.

"It's not a house of prostitution, Miss Black" Marcia Henderson
gave Tasha a hard look, "It is a place where business
transactions between girls and women take place"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, so how did you meet her?"

"I dance sometimes at the Young Girl and sometimes I dance at the
Family Strip Club..."

"Oh, the Family Strip Club, isn't that where males go to have sex
with the female members of the family?"

"Yes, it is a club just for the males... I dance there also"

"Go on..."

"I met Tricia in the dungeon room at the Young Girl Club, or
rather, she met me at the dungeon room and she liked what I did
for her and she gave me her number"

 "Good, now what happened the other night?"

"Well, like I said, I came over to her house..."

"Did her parents let you in?"

"Um, I came in through her bedroom window, like I do all the
time. I climbed up the lattice work on the side of the porch, her
bedroom window was open and I climbed in."

"Who was in the room with Tricia?"

"Her mother..."

"... and what was her mother doing when you came through the
window?"

"Um, well, she was standing next to the bed..."  Marcia fidgeted.

"Go on, was Mrs. Howard doing anything?" prodded Tasha.

"No, she was just standing there, she had her wrists handcuffed
behind her back, her ankles were cuffed together and she had a
posture collar on... just standing there"

"What was Tricia doing?"

"Mistress... I mean, Tricia..." stammered Marcia and the
courtroom tittered at the slip of her tongue, "... was in bed and
to me it looked like she was sleeping..."

"... and was she sleeping?"

"No, as soon as I came in the window and started undressing she
pulled the covers back and her strap-on popped straight up..."
Marcia said anxiously.

The courtroom laughed and Mr. Henderson yelled out, "Whore!" His
son yelled out, "Pussy lover!"

"Go on Mrs. Henderson" Tasha said ignoring the outbursts.

"Well, Mr. Howard must have overheard us and must have thought
someone was being trying to break into his daughter's bedroom..."


"What do you mean?"

"I, um, jumped up on Tricia's bed, but I accidently knocked Mrs.
Howard over in my rush to get on that strap-on..."

The jurors and the courtroom laughed and Mr. Henderson yelled,
"Fucking girlie lover!"  The Judge wasn't paying attention as he
had his hands under the desk and his eyes were closed.  Just then
the door to the judge's chambers opened and a naked young boy of
six or seven came out of the door riding on the back of a naked
adult male.  The boy was holding a strap that ran down under the
man.  The strap was wrapped around the man's testicles and the
boy was laughing each time he gave the strap a tug because the
adult male would make slight jumping movements.

"Go on Mrs. Henderson" Tasha urged ignoring the scene behind the
witness stand.

"Well Mr. Howard called the police and since Tricia and I were so
busy we didn't hear the police car pull up, nor did we hear them
knock at the bedroom door. So at one point they busted into the
bedroom room, while I was on top of Tricia..."

"What happened then?"

"...Before I could say anything or grab my clothes the police
pulled me outside and cuffed me to a tree in the front yard. So,
while I spent about half the night naked and in handcuffs, all
the neighbors come out to see what the police are doing and to
see my completely naked body..."

"That must have been horrible"

"Yes it was," sniffed Mrs. Henderson, "Because the police
questioning took so long some of the neighbors had enough time to
get their digital cameras and film me. So now my husband and son
know I'm sexually active with a teen girl and the entire
neighborhood knows what my naked body looks like..."

"Everybody in the fucking Valley knows what your body looks like,
slut!" yelled Mr. Henderson.

"No further questions your honor," Tasha went back to the table
but kept standing.  Female attorneys were required to stand
during a trial, so their chairs were removed.  The male attorneys
could sit at their table.  Tasha stood there with her hands
clasped in front of her.  She always felt uncomfortable standing
before a large audience especially in the courtroom.

The male prosecutor, Doug Blane, stood up, tucking his cock back
in his pants.  The office girl sitting in the chair beside him
been stroking him.  Doug usually brought along a female attorney
from his office to play with his cock during a trial but today
was `Family Fun Day' at the office so all the female attorneys
were busy entertaining.

"Do you love Trisha Howard more than your husband, Mrs.
Henderson?" he asked.

"No, I love my husband more" blushed Marcia.

"Then why sneak into her bedroom to have sex with her and not
your husband?"

"Tricia makes me do things that my husband doesn't.  She knows
how to tease and sexualize me, but I still love my husband's
cock"

"Do you love being a bitch to a fourteen year old girl?"

"It is hard sometimes, but yes I do love it" Marcia blushed.

"Does your husband and son fuck you at the same time?" asked the
prosecuting attorney as he walked back to the table. He unzipped
his pants again and the office lady reached out and pulled his
cock from his pants.

The courtroom was quiet as everybody waited for Marcia to say
something.  Even the judge opened his eyes and looked over at
Marcia.

"Yes" Marcia squeaked.

"Yes what? We can't hear you Mrs. Henderson" panted the
prosecutor as the middle aged woman slowly pumped his cock.

"Yes, my husband and son fuck me, sometimes at the same time"
Marcia said louder.

"Isn't that what is known as a sandwich?"

"Yes"

"Your husband and son consider you a piece of meat when they
sandwich you?" Doug Blane smiled as the office lady leaned
forward and put his cock in her mouth.

"Yes they do" Marcia blushed.

"What do they call you as they are fucking you?"

"Fuck meat, sometimes, cunt meat other times" blushed Marcia.

The crowd in the courtroom laughed and Mr. Henderson yelled out,
"Damn, right, she's nothing but cunt meat" and courtroom laughed
louder.  Marcia looked humiliated sitting in the witness chair.

The young boy who was riding on the back of the male prisoner got
off him, opened the door to the chambers and kicked the prisoner
in testicles.  The prisoner still on his hands and knees `Yelped'
as he scampered into the chambers.  Most of the crowd laughed at
the discomfort of the prisoner as the door closed behind the boy.

Some of the women in the courtroom yelled, "We love you, Marcia!"

"...but yet you still go to Tricia Howard's bedroom to humiliate
yourself for her..."

"Yes" Marcia whispered.

The prosecuting attorney started thrusting his hips back forth,
his sliding back and forth in and out of the office lady's mouth,
"Have you ever been pimped out before Mrs. Henderson?"

"Yes"

"Where?" the attorney moaned.

"At the Young Girl Club"

One lady in the courtroom yelled out, "Right on, Marcia"

"Did Tricia Howard ever pimp you out?"

"A couple of times she did"

"How much do you make a night at the Young Girl Club?"

"Um, sometimes, fifty dollars"

"How much does Ms. Howard make off your body at the club?"

"Half of what I make"

"So some nights you can make a hundred dollars?" stammered Doug
as the slurping sounds of the office lady grew louder.

"Yes"

"You must be a very good whore for Ms. Howard to make that much
money"

"Yes, I am" Marcia said sitting up straight.

"No further questions your honor" Doug said as he pulled his cock
out of the office lady's mouth, "The prosecution calls Mr.
Henderson"

Marcia got up from the chair and walked over to where Tasha was
standing.  Mr. Henderson sat down in the witness chair.

***

Tasha was sitting in her office thinking about the case she had
just won.  Mrs. Henderson was given four days of community
service which meant she had to give hands jobs in the city square
with additional punishment of wiping the rear ends of females who
came in and used the public restroom located by the city square.
Tasha thought that Marcia lucked out because she could have gone
to jail for four days.  The jail house was a house of horrors for
adult women and men.  Boys and girls ages five to sixteen learned
about sadomasochism techniques at the jail house.  The Cherish
Valley Judicial system funded the after school program.  But the
nice thing was that men and women who were guilty could opt of
jail time to be molested at the courthouse, but only sometimes.

Her phone rang, she looked at the display which showed `Front
Desk', "That's odd" thought Tasha, "The receptionist never calls
me directly, she is supposed to talk to Julie."

Tasha picked up the phone, "Yes Sandy?" Tasha said a little
impatiently.

"You have two clients at the front desk, Tasha" giggled Sandy.

"I don't have any clients scheduled this at this time" replied
Tasha as she looked at her watch, it was only noon.

"Well you do now, they are waiting for you" giggled Sandy again.

Tasha looked out her office door at Julie who was busy typing
away at something, "Ok, I will be right there"

"Who the hell can this be out front?" thought Tasha as she strode
out of the office.

As she strode thru the office the other young women attorneys
were giggling at her and whispering behind their hands.

As Tasha turned the corner to the reception area she got a
horrified look on her face, there standing in front of the
reception desk were Sally and Sarah, wearing their cheerleader
uniforms, their hair in a ponytail with a pink ribbon wrapped
around it.  Both girls were wearing the same clothes.

"What are hell are you two doing here? You are not supposed to be
here until later today?" said Tasha with fear in her voice.

"Is that anyway to greet us Nigger?" replied Sally or was it
Sarah.

"Yeah, and you not wearing what we told you to wear!" said the
other.

Sally turned to Sandy, the receptionist, and asked, "Didn't you
hear us the other day tell this Nigger how to greet us when we
came here today?"

Sandy quickly nodded her head in agreement.  Smiling at Tasha's
sudden discomfort.

"Fuck, what kind of stupid law firm is this when a stupid
attorney can't even remember to greet us the correct way"
demanded Sarah.

Tasha stood there dumbfounded, her heart racing a mile a minute,
her adrenaline pumping hard, but more importantly, her clit was
tingling and was damp again.

"God damn it, Nigger" yelled Sally, "Take your fucking clothes
off now"

A crowd of women from the office had gathered in the lobby, Tasha
was too stunned to do anything as Sally or Sarah came up to her
and ripped open her expensive blouse, the buttons flying all
over, then the other came around and yanked down Tasha's skirt,
almost pulling Tasha to the floor with the force of her pull.

"You're a stupid God Damn fucking Nigger who can't follow simple
directions" yelled Sarah.

Tasha managed to get her legs untangled from the skirt as the
girls grabbed both her arms, pulling her into the office.

Sally turned around looking at Sandy sitting behind the desk,
"Take her crappy clothes and throw them in the trash, now"
demanded Sally.

Sandy quickly got up, rounded the desk and scooped up the blouse
and skirt and stuffed them in large plastic waste bin marked for
paper products.

"Let's go see Amanda" one of them said between clinched teeth.

"Wait, girls, please, I can explain" pleaded Tasha as she was
pulled along in her bra and panties between the two thirteen year
olds.

As the two teens hustled Tasha thru the office, the other young
women stood up from their desks and were whispering to each
other, taking in the sight before them.  Some of the other
attorney's had followed the twins and Tasha down the hallway.

Sally walked into Amanda's office first.  Tasha was pushed into
the office by Sarah.

Amanda looked up at the sight before her, "We want this nigger
fired" demanded Sally.

"What's going on here?" Amanda asked with an alarmed look on her
face as she stood up.

"This monkey insulted us by not properly greeting my sister and
me at the door, like we ordered her to do the other day" Sally
said as she looked at Tasha who was crying.

"I can't fire Miss Black, she is the best we have" replied
Amanda.

"Tough shit, Amanda, we want her fired or else we tell our
father" replied Sarah who was standing behind Tasha.

"Look girls, I am sure this all a misunderstanding, right Tasha?"

Tasha nodded her head quickly, still crying as she stared at the
floor, thoroughly embarrassed at being dragged through the
office.

"Well, speak, monkey, is this all a misunderstanding?" demanded
thirteen year old Sally.

"Yes, it was all a misunderstanding" sobbed Tasha.

"You see, Amanda, she can't even address us properly" Sarah said
as she slapped Tasha's ass which made her jump forward and move
her hand behind her to protect her ass cheeks.

Amanda had a look of not understanding of what Sarah said on her
face, "I don't understand girls what you mean by addressing you
properly".

Tasha looked up at the girls and suddenly understood what they
wanted.  She thought fast, she would have to mollify these girls
and quick.

"This nigger apologizes.  This nigger begs forgiveness for her
misunderstanding" Tasha stammered as she looked at Amanda with
pleading eyes.

"That's better, but what did you not understand?" asked Sarah,
"When we told you the other day how to greet us?"

"This nigger thought you two would arrive here after school"
Tasha said between sobs.

Amanda was embarrassed for her best attorney as she addressed
herself in the third person.  But was interested in where this
line of questioning was going.

"You thought wrong, monkey, we had a half day of school today and
if you had any ounce of brain in that powder burn head of yours,
you would have checked" Sally admonished the attorney.

"This nigger is truly sorry" sobbed Tasha.

Sarah ignored Tasha and turned to Amanda, "If you're not going to
fire her, then punish her..."

"What?" demanded Amanda, "I can't punish her! She hasn't done
anything wrong"

"This monkey insulted us, we want her punished" demanded Sally,
"and if you won't punish her, then we will, but you have to give
permission and remember our dad puts a lot of money into your
firm"

Amanda looked at Tasha who had her hands folded in front of her,
head bowed and tears flowing, "Is that true Tasha? That you
offended and insulted these girls by not showing proper respect
when you agreed to it?"

"Yes, Amanda, I am sorry for my mistake" sobbed Tasha.

The Snyder twins looked expectantly at Amanda waiting for the
decision.

"Damn it, Tasha, you leave no choice" said Amanda.  Amanda nodded
her head, waved her arm at the girls and looked away.

"Good, come with us monkey," smiled Sarah as she pulled Tasha by
the arm out of the office.

Sarah pushed Tasha down the hallway to her office as the women
looked on.  Some had smiles and others had a look of sadness as
poor Tasha was being herded down the hallway.

Sarah pushed Tasha into the middle of her office, "Stand there
monkey," she ordered.

Sally pulled Tasha's chair out from behind the desk and rolled it
to the middle of the office and sat down.

"Look at me monkey," ordered the thirteen year old, "When we say
assume the position for a spanking, you are to pull your panties
down to your knees, lay over our lap, put your hands there and
your toes there," Sally said pointing to the left and right of
her, "Do you understand Monkey?"

Tasha almost nodded her head but caught herself and replied,
"This nigger understands."

"Good, but from now on you call yourself monkey when you talk to
us, and that includes group situations, no matter who is in the
room with us, do you understand monkey?"

Tasha nodded her head, "Yes, this monkey understands"

"Do you really understand, monkey?" demanded Sarah.

Tasha nodded her head.

Sarah went out the door to the office, "What is your name?" she
asked Julie sitting at her desk trying hard not to listen to what
was going on in Tasha's office.

"Julie"

"Could you please come into the office, Julie?"

Julie got up and followed Sarah into the office, She was nervous
not knowing what was going to happen.  Tasha was standing there
in her white bra and panties, her black skin really standing out
against the white material.

"Now Miss Black, do you understand how you are to respond to our
questions?" smiled Sarah.

"This monkey understands how to respond to your questions" sobbed
Tasha.

Julie's clit jumped when Tasha said that.  Tasha burned with
shame with Julie standing in the office watching this.

"Do you agree that you need a spanking Miss Black for not
following our instructions on how to greet us?" asked Sally still
sitting in the chair.

"Yes, this monkey needs a spanking for not following your
instructions" Tasha continued to sob.  She didn't want to take a
chance on the girls convincing their father to pull his money.

"Good, now assume the position for a spanking" Sally ordered.

As Tasha moved into position in front of the thirteen year old
Sarah said, "Thanks Julie, that's all for now"

Julie nodded her head still looking at Tasha as she left the
office.  She waved her hand at the other women who were trying to
get a look at what was happening in Tasha's office, motioning
them over.

As Tasha pulled down her panties the sisters started laughing. 
Tasha looked down at her white panties.  The crotch had a very
large wet stain.  Embarrassment crossed her face.

Tasha stood there blushing as the girls laughed, "Christ, this
fucking black animal loves what is being done to her" laughed
Sarah.

"Hurry up, monkey" urged Sally.

Tasha leaned over the lap of Sally, stretched her arms out and
straightened her legs and then laid her hips over the thirteen
year olds knee.  At twenty-three Tasha had firm buttock muscles,
her legs were will toned.

"Thirty slaps for your spanking, monkey" smiled Sally.

"This monkey understands"

"After each swat you are to say the number of the swat and
`stupid monkey,'" The thirteen year old instructed.

"This monkey understands"

"Good" [SLAP]

Tasha jumped a little and said, "One stupid monkey"

Sarah giggled as she walked out of the office and waved her hand
at the other attorney's in the office, urging them to come watch.

[SLAP]
"Two stupid monkey", sobbed Tasha.

By the time Sally had swatted Tasha ten times, the attorney was
crying.  Sally alternated slaps on each buttock.  Tasha would
jump a little after each swat.

Four of the office attorneys had gathered just inside the door of
Tasha's office watching her humiliation.  The four were giggling
and whispering behind their hands.

At twenty swats, Tasha's ass cheeks were turning red.  It was
hard to tell that her ass cheeks were red because of her black
skin color.  Three more women had joined the spectators watching
Tasha's humiliation.

As the last swat on her rear end hit her she said, "Thirty stupid
monkey."

"Stand up now monkey," ordered Sally.

As Tasha stood up Sally exclaimed, "God damn it, what the fuck is
this shit?"

Tasha looked down at Sally's right knee. It was coated in slime,
slime from her very wet pussy.  The women standing in Tasha's
office started laughing.

"On your knees and clean me up" ordered Sally.

Tasha quickly kneeled down but looked up at the teenager in
confusion.

"With your tongue you stupid fuck head" hissed the teenager.

Tasha burned with shame as she licked the young girl's knee,
tasting her own slime.

Sarah walked over and dropped some tissues next to Tasha, "Wipe
up your slobber from my sister's knee, Nigger."

Tasha picked up the tissues and wipe Sally's knee clean.

"Stand up monkey" she ordered.

Sarah stepped up to Tasha, "Walk out to the water cooler, stand
next to it facing the wall."

"What? Please no, this monkey begs you" sobbed Tasha.

"Don't give me back talk nigger, now go" hissed Sarah.

"Please this monkey begs you"

"It was going to be for five minutes now it is for fifteen
minutes, better get moving monkey unless you want a longer time,"
Said Sally as she got out of the chair.

Tasha quickly walked thru the office and stood next to the water
cooler facing the wall.  She used her hands to cover her rear
end.

"Hands at your sides monkey," yelled Sarah.

Sally rolled Tasha's chair out of the office to Julie, "This is
the little monkey's chair..."

Julie nodded.

"... your now the keeper of her chair, she has to ask you
permission to use it and she has to ask you in the third person
using her new name of monkey... got it?" smiled Sally.

"Sure" giggled Julie.  She was only eighteen and just out of high
school but she knew what to do.

As Tasha stood facing the wall several of the attorney's came
over to get water, some were more daring than others and took to
rubbing Tasha's sore ass cheeks.

When Tasha said "Stop it" several times one of the attorney's
said, "Shut up nigger and enjoy it" the other attorney's giggled
at Tasha's discomfort.  Other female attorney's walked by and
gently slapped Tasha's sore ass cheeks which made her jump.  One
attorney stopped and whispered in Tasha's ear, "You should be our
personal bathroom attendant nigger, licking our urine soaked
pussies after we pee," then the woman slapped Tasha's rear end
harder than the others.

After fifteen minutes both teens walked over to Tasha, "Ok,
monkey you can turn around."

Tasha turned around with tears in her eyes.

"Do know who is Sally and who is Sarah?" asked Sarah.

Tasha shook her head, staring at the ground trying to avoid the
stares of the other female attorneys.

"Thought so," smiled Sally.  "The only way to tell us apart is to
sniff our anus.  We both have distinctive anal smells..." she
giggled.

Tasha had a horrified look on her face, both teens smiling at
her.

"That is how our mother tells us apart, she will bend over and
sniff our anus..."

Tasha had a look like she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Go on monkey, lift my skirt and sniff, you have get close for
the smell," giggled Sarah.

Tasha leaned over and lifted the teenagers skirt and put her nose
to the teen's panties and sniffed.  The crowd of women started
giggling.

"Very good, monkey, I am Sarah, but you will call me Miss Sarah
whenever see me... now sniff my sister," the thirteen year old
ordered.

Tasha turned and leaned behind Sally, lifted her skirt and stuck
her nose to the girl's panties and sniffed deep.

"Very good, monkey, I am Sally, you call me Miss Sally whenever
you see me... now turn around and close your eyes..."

Tasha nodded her head and turned around.  Both girls shuffled
around behind her.

"Ok, monkey, turn around and tell us who is who?"

Tasha turned around and since both teens were wearing the same
outfit and both sounded alike she couldn't tell.

"This monkey can't tell the difference" Tasha burned with shame
as the other female attorney's gathered around.

"Then you know what to do, monkey" smiled both sisters.

Tasha walked around behind one of the girl's, lifted her skirt
and sniffed deep, with her nose up against the teen's panties.

"Miss Sally" whispered Tasha, tears in her eyes.  The crowd of
women clapped their hands.

"Very good, monkey, now a couple of things.  If you don't know
who is who then you have our permission to sniff our anus at any
time that includes meetings, gatherings, outside on the street,
even here at this office."

Sarah added, "If you make a mistake at any time by referring to
us by the wrong name, like calling me Sally, then you will be
punished.  So don't let the embarrassment of sniffing our anus in
a meeting or in front of people bother you because if you mess up
your punishment will outweigh your embarrassment and shame of
sniffing our anus."

"Do you understand?" asked Sally.

"This monkey understands, Miss Sally" sobbed Tasha, tears flowing
down her cheeks.

"She is learning quick," smiled Sarah.

"Now show us to the front door" ordered Sally as she pushed Tasha
ahead of her.

Tasha stopped in front of the reception desk and turned around,
both girls were smiling at her. The receptionist, Sandy, had an
expectant look on her face, waiting for something to happen.

"Meet us at the Young Girl club tomorrow evening at six" Sarah
stated.

Tasha was about to say something, she looked at Sandy, then at
the twin who had spoken to her. Even though it was a short walk
from the water cooler to the front desk she had forgotten who was
who.  She walked around behind the teen, lifted her skirt, put
her nose to the girl's panties and sniffed deep.

"Yes, Miss Sarah, but this monkey doesn't understand why she has
to go to the Young Girl club" Tasha said as she burned with shame
in front of the receptionist. Sarah for her part giggled as Tasha
stuck her face in her rear end.

"Monkey's don't need to understand anything," replied Sally,
"Just be there dressed as you would be for the office."

Sarah walked over to the waste bin and retrieved Tasha's skirt
and torn blouse, tucking them under her arm.

"Miss Sally, where should this monkey meet you inside the club?"
Tasha said anxiously as she watched Sarah holding her clothes.

"Meet us on the dance floor, monkey," smiled Sally.

Both girls walked out the front door of the law firm.  Tasha was
standing there in her white bra and high heels, she had nothing
else on.  Her panties were still in her office.

As Tasha walked back to her office the other female attorneys
were making monkey sounds and laughing.  She picked up her soaked
panties from the floor and put them on.  She wondered why her
panties were so soaked, what was making her so horny and wet?

Amanda called Tasha into her office.

As Tasha stood in the center of Amanda's office she asked, "So
did you learn the error of your ways?"

"Yes I did"

"Do know you almost cost this law firm a lot of money? Those
girls were pissed, but you did well by saving the law firm."
Smiled Amanda.

"Can I go home and get some clothes? Those girls took mine"

"No, you stay as you are.  You have too much work to do. Besides,
you brought this on yourself so it is not my problem that you
don't have clothes to wear."

Tasha hung her head and walked out of Amanda's office.  "Good job
this morning with Mrs. Henderson"

"Thanks," Tasha said weakly.

As Tasha walked to her office, Miss Jamison yelled out from
across the cubicle farm, "Hey ass sniffer, somebody peed on the
floor in the bathroom, why don't you go clean it up?"  The other
ladies around her laughed.

Tasha flipped her off and kept walking.  As Tasha walked into her
office two women were picking up folders from her desk.  "What
are you two doing here?"

"We are getting our case file information and briefs that you
were looking over."

"But I haven't finished reading and making notes on your cases."

Both women looked at each other and one said, "I don't think we
want a nigger looking over our stuff."

"What? That's not fair," Tasha said with her hands on her hips,
"I thought that we were friends."

"We can never be friends, Tasha, we don't want to be friends with
a Nigger who willingly humiliates herself..."

"...and we don't want a... um... monkey looking over our stuff
anymore" added the other woman.  They both walked out of her
office.

Tasha was crushed.  Her world was changing and she didn't know
why. She noticed that her chair was missing and walked out to see
the chair next to Julie's desk.

"Can I have my chair back?" asked Tasha.

"You have to ask me properly" smiled Julie.

"What?"

"You have to ask me just like you do with the twins."

"No way, I won't."

"Then no chair."

"Fuck this, you can keep the damn chair!" Tasha stomped into her
office.

Tasha stood next her desk wondering what to do when Nancy a
thirty year old attorney walked by her door and tossed in
garment.  She laughed as she did so.  Tasha walked over to pick
it up and noticed that it was a janitor's smock.  She shrugged
her shoulders and put it on.  At least it covered her below the
waist that she thought she could get home without too much
embarrassment.

As Tasha sat down on her couch she started to weep when Julie
stood in the doorway and said, "Abbie is here and she wants a
meeting with all attorney's, even monkey's" she laughed.

"Fuck you" Tasha said wiping tears from her cheeks.

Tasha sat for a minute longer wiping away her tears.  Her momma
was right, White people giveth and White people can take it away.

Tasha was the last person to walk into the conference room.  All
the seats were taken, even Tasha's favorite chair near the head
of the table.  Amanda and Abbie were sitting there.  Abbie was
smiling at Tasha.

"Let's start the meeting" announced Abbie.

"Um, excuse me, let me go get another chair" said Tasha.

"No, you stand," replied Abbie, "You were the last one here"

"Abbie..." said Amanda.

"Shut up, Mandy," Abbie looked at her sister, "Niggers stand
during meetings"

Amanda looked down at the table and fidgeted in her seat.

"That's not fair" Tasha replied.

"Oh, I think it is very fair, you like being treated as a Nigger"
smirked Abbie.

"I do not!" protested Tasha, "What do mean?"

"What do you call two thirteen year old girls treating you like a
Nigger then?"

"I, I... I had no choice.  The girls were going to have their
father pull his money from the law firm if I didn't go along"

"There are always choices Tasha.  From what I've heard you went
along willing with their childish games."

"No, I didn't, I mean, I didn't go along willingly.  I had no
choice." stammered Tasha.

"Well, you have a choice now, Tasha," smiled Abbie.

All the women around the table were looking at Abbie wondering
what she had in mind.

"What do you mean?"  Tasha wasn't sure she wanted to hear this.

"You will continue on as the attorney of record for the Snyder
twins, making sure that the girls are not guilty of the crime,
satisfying the girls so that their father continues to fund this
law firm..."

"OK," agreed Tasha.

"...I am not finished..." hissed Abbie as she stared at Tasha,
"...You will vacate your office and move your things into the
ladies room, there is a stall with your name on it..."

All the women in the conference room giggled as they looked at
Tasha standing there in the green smock.

"No, no fucking way, I quit then!" Tasha said in exasperation.

"You seem to forget, Tasha, that being an attorney of record for
a client you can't quit until the case is adjudicated..."

Tasha stepped back from the table.  Abbie was right of course. 
The laws of Cherish Valley forbid an attorney quitting in the
middle of case.

Tears formed in Tasha's eyes.  She saw no way out of her
predicament.

"You see Tasha, you're a Nigger, you've always been a Nigger. 
You're an excellent attorney, but your still a Nigger."

Tasha started weeping, "Tell us what you are Tasha..." urged
Abbie.

Tasha looked around the conference room, tears streaming from her
face.  The women had the look of expectation on their faces
waiting for Tasha to say something.

"Well Nigger?" smiled Abbie.

"I am a Nigger" whispered Tasha.  How could this be happening to
her?

"We can't hear you Nigger! Speak up" said Linda Jamison who was
sitting to the right of Abbie.

Tasha stood straight and said, "I am a Nigger"

"Very well, meeting adjourned..." smiled Abbie as she got up.

Amanda didn't look at Tasha as she walked out the door.  The
other women smiled at Tasha as they walked out.

Linda stopped in front of Tasha and ran the tip of her fingers
along the side of Tasha's face. "Your gonna be a really good
nigger for us, aren't you Tashie?" Tasha nodded her head, "Good
girl.  By the way, I am moving into your office"

Tasha walked out of the conference room headed for the ladies
room.  She walked into the bathroom and in front of her was a
noose hanging from the ceiling.  The name on the stall door
proclaimed "Office Nigger."  There were three other stalls. 
Tasha walked out of the bathroom and down the hallway to her
office, her former office she thought.

Linda had piled Tasha's pictures, diplomas and degrees outside
the office door.  Tasha scooped them up and headed back down the
hallway.  As she walked into the bathroom Linda Jamison, Andi
Parker and Abbie White were waiting for her.

Linda quickly walked up to Tasha and took the stack of pictures
and awards from her hands.

"What's going on?" Tasha said with a fear voice.

"We are going to make sure that you understand your place in this
office" smiled Abbie.

"What do you mean?" Tasha said as she backed up to the wall.

Andi and Linda started to take the pictures and awards and
diploma's and degrees out of the picture frames and laying them
on the bathroom floor.

"Black people like you have to know their place in White society"
smiled Abbie as she lifted her skirt up to her waist.  Andi and
Linda were giggling.

Abbie walked down the row of paper laid out on the floor, "Nice
picture of you and your mother, hmm, your college diploma, oh,
and your two degrees..." Abbie stopped, "...and your law
degree..."

Abbie squatted down over the law degree and grunted.

It was then that Tasha knew what Abbie was going to do, "No
please don't. I didn't do anything to deserve this."

"Shut up Tashie," hissed Linda.

Then Andi pulled up her skirt and squatted down over the one of
the college degrees and grunted, "Your nothing but a piece of
shit, nigger.  Niggers are the color of poop."  She laughed.

Abbie laughed as she pushed and grunted.  Slowly a piece of scat
appeared out of her asshole.  "Come here nigger and observe what
your degree means to me"

Tasha stayed where she was against the wall.  Linda came over and
pulled her by the arm to where Abbie was slowly pushing out a
turd.

"On your hands and knees Nigger and watch" Linda said between
clinched teeth.

Tasha got on her hands and knees on the bathroom floor and
watched as the piece of shit slowly landed on her degree.  She
had tears in her eyes.  She worked very hard at earning that
degree and now it was being defecated on.

Abbie grunted again and then clinched her anal muscle, pinching
off the turd which fell on the middle of the degree.  Andi
laughed as she saw the tears in Tasha's eyes.

"Come over here Nigger and watch my nigger colored shit come
out."  She laughed.

Linda grabbed Tasha by her hair and dragged her over to Andi who
was grunting now.  Her black colored turd dropped onto the
diploma.  Abbie was giggling as she wiped her ass and dropped the
tissue on top of her pile of shit.

Tasha watched as the turd dropping from Andi's anus was round and
solid.  It stunk also.  Andi continued laughing as she said,
"Niggers and turds are the same color."

"You're a piece of shit, Tasha," grunted the attorney as she
clinched her anal muscle and pinched off the turd, dropping on
the degree.

Tasha was crying now, she put her hands to her face, sobbing into
her hands.  Linda squatted down on the college diploma, pulled up
her skirt and started peeing.

"Watch me, Nigger, watch me pee on your diploma" smiled the
woman.

Abbie slapped the side of Tasha's head because she wasn't looking
at Linda.

Tasha watched as her diploma that she coveted was being urinated
on.  Andi finished wiping her ass and stuck the tissue on top of
her turd.

After Linda had finished, the three women stood up looking down
at Tasha.

"Tasha? Look at me Tasha." Abbie smiled down at her, "... you
can't leave this bathroom until you poop on that picture of you
and your mother" pointing at the picture.

Linda and Andi laughed.

"What? No, I can't.  Don't make me please, I beg you," sobbed
Tasha.

"Shut up and listen to me.  You leave all this mess here on the
floor and when I come in tomorrow, there had better be poop on
that picture..."

"No, no, no, please," cried Tasha.

"...Once you poop on that picture, you can go home for the
day..." smiled Abbie.

"Oh, God no, please" pleaded Tasha.

"...also, your mother is a Black history professor at the
college, I want you dressed like a Black whore, dressed like your
ancestors did, as a slut, ask your mother what little nigger
girls wore back then, I am sure she can tell you... is that
understood?"

Tasha nodded her head in defeat.

"... one last thing Nigger, make sure you meet the Snyder twins
at the Young Girl tomorrow evening... or else there will be hell
to pay"

With that the three women laughed and walked out the door.

Tasha sat down on the bathroom floor and cried.  She picked up
the picture of her and her mother.  It was a picture of her in
her graduation gown.   Both mother and daughter were smiling.

After a long while, Tasha stood up, she looked at the noose
handing from the bathroom ceiling and shook her head in disgust.
In the old days displaying a noose anywhere was against the law.
Her mother had been right all these years.  White people could do
what they wanted.  She slowly pulled down her soaked white
panties to her ankles.  She gently laid the picture down on the
floor and moved into position over it.

***.

Tasheka drove up to the university and quickly walked around
behind the administration building.  She took a peak down the
hallway seeing that it was clear and ran to the broom closet. 
She took off her street clothes, took the doggie chew bone out of
her purse and inserted it in her hair, grabbed her notes for the
lecture and took off for the hall.  She had been doing this now
for the last several weeks, every morning, sneaking in to her
broom closet to change clothes.  She had two hours before her
lecture so she sat in her broom closet.  She wondered where Mammy
was.  The old janitor was usually getting her cleaning supplies
this time of the morning.

Tasheka sat in broom closet watching as students passed by the
open door, White students, laughing and giggling at whatever
jokes they told, talking on their cell phones or texting each
other.  Every now and then a Black student would walk by and look
into the broom closet, seeing the Black history professor sitting
there.  Tasheka had broken the color barrier years ago when she
graduated from Post Diversity University, then went on to work
there as the only Black history professor.

Tasheka left the broom closet and headed to the lecture hall. 
When she got to the lecture hall it was empty.

`What?' thought Tasheka, `Where is the morning class?"

Since Tasheka didn't have a computer or telephone in her tiny
office space, she always had to walk to the history department to
find out her schedule.  She hadn't done this for last week or so.
 The cat calls and rude comments made by the students and
teachers were getting to difficult to handle for her.

Tasheka walked into the office of the Dean of the History
department.  The young girl sitting behind the desk giggled at
Tasheka.

"Is Harry in?" Tasheka asked ignoring the giggles.

"Well, well, the Nigger lady finally shows up" smiled the
secretary.

Tasheka let the comment pass, "Is he here in or not?"

"Yes, he is in a meeting and asked that you come right in when
you got here," smiled the teenager.

There was a meeting going on with the female and male professors
of the history department.

"There you are.  It is about time you joined us Tasheka," smiled
Harry Sims, the Dean of History.

Tasheka stopped as she entered the office and looked around.  She
was shocked at the scene before her.  Harry was sitting at his
desk, he had a little black girl on his lap who was bouncing up
and down.  Mammy was standing next to the Dean's desk watching
the little black girl as she bounced up and down on Harry's lap,
giggling and laughing.

In the corner of the office standing on a small stool with a
noose around her neck and her hands handcuffed in front of her
was pre-teen black girl.  Amy Stone, the ancient history
professor, was using a riding crop on the girl's rear end.

Bob Gupson, the finance department chair had a little black boy
bent over before him in the other corner.  He was pumping his
cock in and out of the boy's anus.

Two of the female history professors had little black girls on
their laps as both women fucked the little black girls with
strap-ons.

"W-What the hell is g-going on?" stammered Tasheka.

Harry laughed, "We are all getting some black ass here..." the
other Professors joined in the laughing.

Tasheka was upset at the scene before her.

"... The kids are Mammy's nieces and nephews.  Don't look so
upset Tasheka. Your lectures cover this type of behavior.
Besides, Mammy pimped the kids out to us" smiled Harry.  Then he
looked at little girl on his lap, "Tell the nigger lady your name
and age"

Tasheka was shocked at the word "nigger" being used by the Dean.
He was always polite around Tasheka.

"Eye nigger lady my name Leasha and I eight year olt" smiled the
girl as she continued to bounce on Harry's cock.

Mammy smiled at the little black girl saying, "Yes you is."

Harry looked over at the two female professors.  "Angela and
Cindy, who are the little pickaninny's on your laps?"

"Hi Tasheka.  This is Lettie, say hi to the nigger lady, Lettie,"
urged Cindy Williamson, the middle history professor.

"Hi nigger lady" smiled the girl.

"How... how... old is she?" asked Tasheka.

"Eye is seven year olt, nigger lady" replied Lettie as she closed
her eyes and squirmed on Professor Williamson's lap.

Cindy and Tasheka had gone to college together, had been
roommates briefly, both had gotten jobs here at the Post
Diversity University.  Cindy was forty-one years old, single, and
loved going to the Young Girl Club.

"And this is little niglet is Aneaka," smiled Angela, "Say hi to
the nice nigger lady"

"Hi nigger lady, eye is nine year olt" replied the girl as she
bounced on the strap-on.

"...And what are you, Aneaka?" asked Angela looking at the Black
girl on her lap.

"Eyes a Black animal for the nice White lady," smiled Aneaka.

Angela Murphy was the late middle ages history professor.  She
was a lesbian.  She and two Freshman English teachers lived
together.  It was rumored that most weekends at their house were
orgies.

The strap-ons that Cindy and Angela were wearing were five inches
long, pink, and very thin.  The strap-ons came equipped with
battery powered clit massagers and both professors where
squirming in their seats as the little black girls bounced and
squirmed on them.  These were the type of strap-ons that older
women used on younger girls, not white girls, but young black
girls, because it was against the law for adult male or females
to take the virginity of a white girl under sixteen, but there
were no such laws for black girls.

"That boy over there," pointed Harry, "is Bijou, ten years old. 
Bet you didn't know that Bob was gay?" Harry laughed.

Bob grunted as he said, "Fuck you Harry"

The black boy was gritting his teeth and had tears running down
his face as Bob plunged his cock into the rear end of the boy. 
To Tasheka, it looked like the boy wasn't enjoying the fucking at
all.

Amy Stone looked over at Tasheka, "This is Nessie, she's eleven
years old..." Amy said as she stuck out her tongue and ran it up
and down the side of the black girls face.

Then Amy reached around with her hand a grabbed the girls tit and
pinched the nipple hard making the eleven year old jump.  The
black girl had a ball gag on so everybody in the room heard a
muffled cry.

"Did you know Tasheka that White people used to hang Niggers?
Sometimes just for the fun of it?" Amy stepped back and put her
foot on the stool and pushed it out from under the girl.  The
black girl's toes just barely touched the carpet but she panicked
and started pumping her legs like she was running.  Everybody in
the office started laughing at the sight of the black girl trying
desperately to find solid footing.  Everybody except Tasheka who
was horrified at the sight before her.

Mammy laughed and said, "Whew, look at that little niglet run!"

The White professor of Ancient History stepped back again and
used the riding crop on the ass cheeks of the black girl. "Dance
nigger girl! Dance like your ancestors to that fucking Hip Hop
shit that they listened too!" laughed Amy as she gleefully
swatted the ass of the girl and with her other hand rubbed her
pussy under her skirt.  After about a minute of swatting the
black girl's ass, the girl started to slow down her kicking.  Amy
picked up the stool and placed it under the girl.

Amy turned the girl around facing the others in the office, "See
how wet this little nigger black head is? That's not pee.  That's
wetness from her black hole of a cunt."  Amy looked at the girl.
"Are you my little black head that I can pop like a zit?"  The
black girl with fear in her eyes nodded her head quickly.  Amy
Stone pulled up a chair and sat down, pulled up her short black
business skirt, pulled down her panties and started masturbating
her herself.

"Kick the stool out from under you, little black headed zit," she
hissed as she rubbed pussy.

Nessie shook her head.  She had a terrified look on her face.

"Do it Blackhead, or I will leave your black ass hanging for
three minutes"

Nessie raised her left foot and kicked the stool out from under
her.  She started swinging gently back and forth.  Amy moaned
loud as she worked her clit and cunt to orgasm as the black girl
struggled against the noose.  As Amy came down from orgasm, she
placed the stool under the girl again.  She looked at the others.
 "I like the feeling of power over these little niggers!"

Just then the Trudy Mills, professor of white history, walked
into the office. She had her blonde hair done in a severe bun
which was tightly pulled back, with a white blouse that showed
her cleavage and a short black skirt.  She was also wearing pink
Mistress boots that had a six inch heel and came to her knees. 
She was all business.

"Well, the uppity nigger has decided to join us" smiled Trudy,
"about fucking time bitch!"

"I beg your pardon!" stammered Tasheka.  She never like Trudy and
she tried to never let that show thru, but this was too much. 
Tasheka had gotten her professorship before Trudy and had better
grades than Trudy in College.  Trudy had always been jealous of
Tasheka.   She felt that blacks were given preferential treatment
in hiring and school.

Trudy walked over to Tasheka, balled her fist up and punched
Tasheka in the stomach.  Tasheka let out a scream and doubled
over, dropping to her knees holding her stomach.

"You don't beg for anybody's pardon you stupid nigger!" yelled
Trudy as she looked down at Tasheka.

"Look like da nice nigga lady don't know her place," giggled
little Lettie as she bounced up and down on the lap of Cindy
Williamson.  Cindy had her hands on the arms of the chair.  She
was close to orgasm.

Mammy looked over at Cindy, "Why don't yous hold Lettie, Miss
Cindy.  It will make yous cum betta," smiled Mammy as she walked
over.

"I don't want to get my hands dirty holding a nigger," moaned
Cindy.  Then she quickly opened her eyes looking at the child,
saying "and don't you touch me you little black mark on society"

"Eyes won't Miss Cindy," smiled Lettie, "Niglets like me knows
our places"

"Lick my boots nigger" ordered Trudy as she looked down on
Tasheka.

When Tasheka didn't move, Trudy walked to her side and kicked her
in her ribs.  Tasheka screamed again and rolled over on her side.

"I said lick my boots, Nigger!" Trudy hissed as she stood in
front Tasheka's face.

Tasheka quickly stuck her tongue out and licked up and down the
front of the boot.

Aneaka, the nine year old on the lap of Professor Angela laughed
and pointed, "Look.  Da nice Nigga lady knows her place, just
like momma"

Professor Angela pushed the nine year old from her lap, the girl
falling on the floor, she looked up with a hurt expression, "Eyes
dit some 'um wrong Miss Angela?"

Professor Angela stood up pulled the nine year old by her hair
over to where Tasheka was licking the boots of Trudy, "Take the
bra and panties off this stupid nigger lady!" she ordered the
girl as her five inch strap-on was waving back and forth in front
of her, emitting the soft humming from its clit massager.

The nine year old quickly pulled the bra and panties off Tasheka
and sat back on her heels.

"Spread the nigga lady's ass cheeks you Black animal" ordered
Angela, "and check to see if she is wet"

Professor Cindy was moaning in low tones as the strap-on tickler
was teasing her clit.  The seven year old was still bouncing on
her lap.  The professor was close to coming.

Amy Stone had walked over and stood next to Trudy who was smiling
down at Tasheka.  She had taken the noose from Nessie's neck and
removed the ball gag.  The black girl was standing next to
Harry's desk.

Harry stood up.  Leasha was clinging to the man's chest, her left
cheek against his chest and her arms wrapped around his back. 
Harry's cock was still firmly embedded in the eight year old,
"Nessie get over here, quick," he moaned, "I am about to cum in
this black hole and I don't want any cum spilling out.  You lick
up everything you see coming out of her cunt," he ordered.

Eleven year old Nessie quickly walked around the desk and knelt
in front of the Dean as cum started oozing out of Leasha's cunt.

"Ohhh, dat feels so good, Massa" squealed the black girl, "all
warm and gooey.  White men cum feel betta dan Nigger cum"

Nessie was licking up and down the underside of the Dean's cock
and slurping at the entrance of where his cock was in Leasha's
cunt.

Aneaka stuck her little hand into Tasheka's cunt and felt around,
"She wet alright Miss Angela, she be ready for your cock,"
giggled the nine year old.

Tasheka stopped her licking of Trudy's boots and said, "No,
please don't."

"Shut the fuck up nigger," hissed Trudy as she bent over and
slapped side of Tasheka's head.

Just then Bob started moaning as he came in the boy's asshole. 
"Oh yes, you tight assed Nigger bastard," he yelled as he gripped
the boys hips and pushed deep. "Take it all you stupid-assed
Nigger"

Then Professor Cindy started cumming, humping her hips up and
down, the strap-on tickler teasing her clit.  Lettie was laughing
and giggling as the white woman came.

Harry pulled the black girl off his cock and ordered her and
Nessie to lick him clean.  Professor Cindy pushed Lettie off her
lap.

Angela looked at Aneaka who had her hand still in Tasheka's cunt
and said, "I'm not gonna fuck her cunt, I'm gonna fuck her
asshole, you stupid shit."

Aneaka giggled and Mammy walked over.

Tasheka raised her head, "Oh God, please don't I beg you."

"Now, now, Miss Tasheka, it won't hurt a bit," smiled Mammy.

Angela lined up her five inch strap-on against Tasheka's asshole,
grabbed Tasheka's waist and pushed forward.

"Damn, this asshole is tight," Angela said as she pulled out
slightly and pushed the five inches all the way in.

Tasheka let out a yell, then screamed as she asshole was invaded
by a plastic cock.

Harry walked over.  "Get the little Nigger girls panties, put one
in her mouth and the others on her head," he laughed.  "We have
to show this Nigger that she can't miss out meetings"

Nessie, the eleven year old, quickly retrieved the panties and
stuffed one in Tasheka's mouth and put the other two panties and
Bijou's underwear on Tasheka's head.

Harry looked at Mammy, "Get the collars and leash, Mammy"

Tasheka was crying and gagging on the panty that was stuffed in
her mouth.  Angela was laughing and slapping Tasheka's ass cheeks
as she pumped the black professor's asshole.  Trudy Mills put her
boot on Tasheka's head and pushed down, squashing Tasheka's face
to the carpet.

Mammy returned with the leash and collars.  "Kay, Nessie, over
here" she pointed next to Tasheka.  Nessie quickly got her hands
and knees next to Tasheka.  Mammy secured the collar around the
girls neck and clipped the leash to it.

"Aneaka, honey, next to Nessie, if you will," smiled the black
woman.

Aneaka quickly got on her hands and knees next to her cousin. 
Mammy attached the collar and leash to her neck.  Then Mammy
secured the collar around Tasheka's neck.  Tasheka didn't notice.
 She was too busy crying and screaming thru her gag with Trudy's
boot on her head.

"Look at me everybody!" yelled Angela, "I am raping a black ass"
she laughed.

"Leasha and Bijou over here," pointed Mammy.

Leasha got on her hands and knees to the left of Tasheka and
Bijou got on his hands and knees next to Leasha.  Mammy attached
both collars and leashes to the black kids.  The leash had a five
foot length on it then it flared out to the neck collars of the
four black kids and Tasheka.  A person could walk five dogs with
the leash.

Mammy handed the leash to Trudy.  "Here's go Miss Trudy, four
black puppies and their mutha!" smiled Mammy.

The four black kids looked up at Trudy.  "Bark for me puppies,
bark for your mistress," she smiled.

The four kids, because they were being paid, started barking like
puppies, yipping and barking in unison.

The Dean, Harry, Cindy and Bob stood next to Trudy as the four
black kids were barking.  Angela started to cum on the strap-on
tickler, it was a hot scene as she fucked the asshole of Tasheka
with kids on their hands and knees next to her barking like dogs.


"Oh, fuck me!" screamed Angela as she started cumming.  Trudy and
the other laughed as Angela came and Tasheka was crying thru the
panties in her mouth.  The kids were barking, trying to get
Trudy's attention.

Angela slumped back from Tasheka with an exhausted look on her
face.  Trudy reached down and took the panties from Tasheka's
mouth.

"Your not gonna miss anymore meetings are you Nigger?" she
hissed.

Tasheka shook her head "no," then she noticed the four kids on
either side of her and realized that she was leashed and collared
with them.  Mammy reached down and pulled the underwear from her
head.

"That's right Tasheka," smiled Harry.  "Your professorship has
been revoked?"

Tasheka looked up at the Dean.  "Why?" she asked with tears in
her eyes.

"You missed five meetings the last week, Tasheka.  And as you
know that's grounds for termination.  We all know that niggers
can't make important decisions by themselves so we have decided,
with your best interests in mind, that we will reduce your pay
and take away your pension.  You are no longer a professor here.
 Your new job will be classroom assistant for the History
Department."

Tasheka shook her head.  She couldn't believe what she was
hearing.  The other History professors were smiling at her.

Harry continued, "Your alternative is to quit all together but we
have decided that you can be a good nigger for us.  You will be a
good nigger for us because you don't want your employment
terminated, right?"

The other professors were all staring at Tasheka.  She nodded her
head, agreeing with the Dean.

"Good, so Trudy here has paid for you..." smiled Harry.

"What?"

"...Mammy pimped you out to Trudy..."

Tasheka looked over at Mammy who was smiling.  "Money was good
Miss Tasheka."

Cindy and Angela were arranging their skirts.  Amy was putting
away her riding crop and ball gag, and Bob was pulling his pants
up.

"Ok, Trudy, Tasheka is all yours," Harry said as he walked back
to his desk.

"Come on, nigger doggies" Trudy said as she tugged on the leash
and opened the door.  Tasheka crawled on her hands and knees out
the door first as the four children crawled out after her,
squeezing thru the door behind the former Black history
professor.

"Properly trained dogs know how to act at the end of a leash. 
don't get tangled up, or there will be hell to pay," said Trudy
as Mammy followed her out the door.

The teenage secretary stood up gasping at the site of Tasheka and
the four Black kids crawling thru the office.  Trudy had a big
smile on her face as she held the five point leash.

"Tasheka, lead this pack of puppies to my office, and bark, all
of you darkie doggies, bark, and that includes you you fat assed
black bitch" as she kicked Tasheka between her thighs [SQUISH!]
right on her wet cunt.

Tasheka yelped at being kick, but she and four kids barked their
way down the hallway.  White students laughed and smirked while
the few Black students gasped and hurried their way down the
hall.

Tasheka stopped outside Trudy's office door and looked up at her
tormentor.  Trudy leaned over and unclipped the leash from
Tasheka's collar.  She turned to Mammy handing her the leash and
taking Tasheka's jungle bunny outfit from Mammy.  "Take these
black animals out of my sight..."

"Yes `um, Miss Trudy" smiled Mammy as she lead the four kids on
their hands and knees down the hallway.

Trudy opened the door of her office and kicked Tasheka in the
ass, "Get inside Nigger."

Tasheka scampered inside the office as Trudy closed the door
behind her.

"Stand up," ordered Trudy.

Tasheka stood up and Trudy walked around her looking Tasheka up
and down like a piece of meat.

"To think you tried to pass yourself off as a White woman
wannabe, calling yourself Ann Roberts..." Trudy said as she ran
her fingers around Tasheka's mouth.

"... I bet you have monkey and ape fantasies which involve
well-educated professionals like myself humiliating you... Hmmm?"

Tasheka slowly nodded her head.  Trudy walked over to her desk
and opened the top drawer pulling out a pair of latex gloves. 
Trudy walked back to Tasheka snapping the latex gloves over her
hands.  She reached down and felt Tasheka's cunt, it was wet.

"My, my what do we have here? A wet nigger?" smirked Trudy as she
felt around Tasheka's pussy lips and looked at her fingers,
Tasheka's wetness covered Trudy's gloved hand.  "Nigger goo!"

Tasheka burned red at Trudy's observation and invasion of her
cunt.

"... As I was saying, we have to explain to you and other
darkies, we have to re-educate you Blacks, tutoring and mentoring
you, on various racial-cultural stereotypes and the proper
science behind it..."

Tasheka was wondering where this was going.

Trudy moved behind Tasheka feeling her ass cheeks, "...How, in
evolutionary terms, only you niggers come from the dark
continent.  White people come from Cherish Valley..."

Trudy squeezed Tasheka's left buttock which made Tasheka jump.

"... Did you know Tasheka that Blacks are further back on the
evolutionary chain?  Oh yes, all the professorial tutorials about
how various Nigger physical features resembling monkeys and apes
confirm this empirically.."

Trudy ran her right hand over Tasheka's tit and squeezed her
nipple.

"...and how "nigger" behavior validates this even more,
especially your sexual behavior? Oh yes, Tasheka, the thug-gang
black male patterns are very similar to chimpanzee troops and
other apes and monkeys.  And, following this, the new material of
my recent research confirming Lesley vs. Richardson on how
experiences of Nigger mother's can transmit genetic changes to
their little black animal offspring within one generation..."

Tasheka knew Trudy was right about apes, monkeys and chimpanzees,
given the strong historical and still contemporary evidence. 
Most racially specific research linked blacks and apes, monkeys
and chimps for obvious physical reasons as well as others. 
Tasheka  always found it difficult talking with White women about
Black behavior and physical characteristics because it was almost
"natural" and "inevitable" that Black people were related to
primates and White women were afraid of primates.  Blacks and
primates had the same features such as the ears, the prominent
brows, cheekbones, wide mouths, big lips... But also the
musculature, often the leg stances in dances, especially,
sometimes the long arms and fingers, the palms and foot pads,
and, for some reason, the curvature and sway of the lower back
and prominent buttocks matched the architecture of apes, monkeys
and chimpanzees.

Tasheka had tears in her eyes.  She knew about her tormentor's
recent research but hoped that it would not be validated.

"...Especially the genetic changes with respect to sexual,
intellectual, and cultural development, all point to the
importance of keeping uppity niggers, like yourself, for their
physical, sexual, and entertainment value in Cherish Valley.  But
even some blacks rise above the "natural place" of niggers like
your lovely daughter LaTasha and you.   So you have to be put
back in your place."

 Tasheka jumped a little when Trudy pinched her left nipple.

"For me, I plan on keeping niggers as useful diversions to my
life style, as outlets for my primal, sexual, animal urges..."
Trudy stared right at Tasheka.

Trudy balled up her fist and hit Tasheka in the stomach.  Tasheka
doubled over but did not fall to the ground, "Very good, Nigger,
I am in impressed."  Then Trudy slapped Tasheka's face.  Tears
welled up in Tasheka's eyes, the slap stung.

Trudy reached both hands out and wrapped them around Tasheka's
neck.  "You have a lovely long neck, Tasheka, I never noticed
that before," she smiled, "My young daughter, Angelica, would
love to put a noose around your neck.  She does a show at the
Young Girl Club you know.  My daughter is seven years old and a
licensed professional hanger, one of the few girls her age to
attain that."

"No, I didn't know that," replied Tasheka.

Trudy punched Tasheka in the stomach again.  "When you answer me
Nigger, you talk black talk, understand?"

Tasheka was doubled over again but managed to nod her head.

"So say it" hissed Trudy.

"Ey, Ey, Eyes understant, M-M-Miss T-T-Trudy" stammered Tasheka.

"Would you like to be hanged by my seven year old, Tasheka?"

"Eyes don't rightly know, Miss Trudy, if yous lovely daughta
decides dat it right to hang a nigga like me, den she know best
for me..." Tasheka replied with humiliation.

"Good for you Tasheka, now kiss my boots.  And this time use both
hands, wrap your arms around my boot and make love to my leg with
your kisses" Trudy said glaring down at Tasheka.

Tasheka crawled forward and wrapped her arms around Trudy's boot
and started kissing up and down the length of the pink boot.

"Very good Nigger, but with a little more passion..."

Tasheka planted her kisses on the pink boot then switched to
other boot.

Trudy looked down at Tasheka and said, "I bet one of your
strongest fantasies is when you went to the zoo with your kids
when they were young...the shame and humiliation you felt as you
gazed at the ape and monkey exhibits... the looks, giggles and
comments of the white kids, hushed by their parents, as they
looked at you and then the chimpanzees... while your kids
wondered why others were pointing at you and the chimps... the
embarrassment they must have felt."

Tasheka nodded her head.  She was planting kisses up and down the
pink boot.  Her cunt was getting very wet.  She could not convey
the feelings she always gotten simply going to the zoo with the
twins and seeing the apes and monkeys, and reflecting on how
LaTasha and her both resemble them so much more closely.

"... Everybody knows about your attorney daughter by the way. 
She has stick-out, monkey ears, like you, doesn't she?"

Tasheka nodded her head.

"Don't slobber on my boot Nigger," giggled Trudy.  "Is she a
monkey or a chimpanzee?

"Eyes don't rightly knows, Miss Trudy" replied Tasheka, "but I
thinks she be a monkey"

"Have you read the science research, Tasheka, that dogs are
smarter than Niggers?  Hmmm?"

Tasheka had read about the science last month.  Cherish Valley
kennels had found research done a long time ago that indicated
that dogs could be trained to follow commands quicker than Black
people.  It was assumed at the time that because White people
allowed Black people to become more educated over the decades
that led to the conclusion that Blacks couldn't be trained
anymore.

"Yes, Miss Trudy, eyes heard dat dogs are smarter dan nigga's."

"Then one can conclude that a dog is smarter than you?" giggled
Trudy as she looked down on Tasheka.

"Yes `um, Miss Trudy" Tasheka almost started crying again.  The
humiliation of admitting to the science of Blacks and dogs was
almost too much for her.

"... I think one of your most shameful and powerful fantasies..."
smiled Trudy as she looked down at Tasheka kissing her boot, "...
is having your white-girl wanna-be relaxed/straightened hair cut
off and have your head shaved completely bald,  maybe leaving two
hunks hanging over your ears, like floppy puppy ears, but with
your hair made into a butt-plug tail..."

Tasheka looked up at Trudy with tears in her eyes.  How did she
know this?  Did all White people know the fantasies of Blacks?

Trudy smiled, "...to be trained as a pet puppy dog for a young
white girl, being compelled to perform like a dog for the
attention and affection of young white girls, including, most
humiliatingly, and I would bet my job on it, your youngest
daughter, Diane..."

Tasheka didn't say anything.   She was trapped.  Trudy knew her
inner most secrets and would use them against her.  When Tasheka
thought about it, it was no surprise to find racism cropping up
all around her in the community, even now, and even creeping into
the work place...  and into her deepest, darkest fantasies.

"How about it, Tasheka, would you like to be a puppy for your
white daughter?  To have her show you off around the Valley? I
bet she would be so proud to have her nigger momma barking for
doggie treats from the kids." giggle Trudy.

Tasheka was defeated.  "Yes `um Miss Trudy, this nigga mutha
would be proud to be a puppy for her mistress daughta"

Trudy squatted down in front of Tasheka, slightly spreading her
legs in front of her.  Tasheka could see that Trudy wasn't
wearing any panties.  She wondered if that was by choice or if
her young daughter, Angelica, told her not to wear them.

"...Besides I think that your White looking and acting twins just
might be embarrassed by and ashamed of their darkie mother and
half sister..."

"Whats you mean, Miss Trudy?"

"... Let's see, you two being dominated and humiliated and
degraded as niggers in front of them, you and your bitch of an
attorney daughter losing their respect because you are niggers,
earning their contempt, and eventually being dominated,
humiliated and degraded by them too..."

Tasheka hung her head, Trudy was right.  Her twins were White and
acted White, they were accepted in the White community.  She felt
quite certain the kids would take advantage of her situation.

"I would imagine that they would degrade and humiliate you for
your own good, to protect you from further public scandal because
of you and your daughter's position in Cherish Valley, to protect
you from arrest and imprisonment because they can degrade you in
public, and maybe from other, crueler whites, like me and my
daughter," Trudy laughed, "even while using, abusing and
exploiting you themselves..."

Trudy noticed that Tasheka was looking between her legs, "Like
what you see? I keep myself shaved.  It is more hygienic, and
besides Angelica likes it that way... Now, stand up..."

Tasheka stood up wiping tears from her eyes.

Trudy threw the jungle bunny outfit and doggie chew bone to
Tasheka, "Get dressed and go back to your office." Trudy giggled
when she said that, "Come back here at 3pm sharp.  Don't be late,
I have somebody that wants to meet you"

"Yes, Miss Trudy" replied Tasheka as she slipped on her panties
and bra and walked out the door.

Mammy was standing in the broom closet rearranging her cleaning
supplies.

"There you is, Miss Tasheka," smiled Mammy.

"How could you pimp me out, Mammy?" Tasheka said upset.

"It was easy, Miss Tasheka," smiled Mammy as she handed Tasheka a
wad of cash.  "I keep my cut of ten percent..."

"This isn't right, Mammy," Tasheka scooted past Mammy to her
small desk and chair and dropped the cash on the table.  "How
could you pimp out those kids?"

"Their momma ask me too.   `Sides they need money too" Mammy
shrugged her shoulders. "'Sides Miss Tasheka, you start talking
Nigga talk, White folk `pect it"

Tasheka looked at Mammy, "I still don't understand about the
kids"

`Mr. Harry came to me last week afta one of dem meetings and ask
if I knew of any `lil niglets for pleasure..."

"I didn't know you had a sister"

"...Oh, Miss Tasheka, I got lots of sista's, all pure nigga
sista's," laughed Mammy. "Our daddy liked fuckin' round the
hood..."

"Where is he now?"

"He be a swamp runnin' nigga for the kennel, trainin hounds and
such."

"Where are the kids?"

"Dare momma came and got `em.  Said her lil animals needed more
trainin'," smiled Mammy.  "So what did Miss Trudy and yous do?"

"Ah, we just talked"

"Did you talk nigga talk wit her? Cause White people love it when
coons talk nigga talk, makes `em feel all safe and superior and
such..."

"Some"

"Well, yous keep practicin' nigga talk Miss Tasheka, an in no
time yous fit right in.  I gots ta goes now.  Gots some mo
trainin fo da lil niglets ta do..."

Tasheka sat there staring out the broom closet door.  Slowly she
pulled out her lunch and started to eat.  Tasheka thought she had
to get in the right kind of mind set for her 3pm appointment with
Trudy Mills.  She would have to live with what she taught.

An hour later, Tasheka was standing outside the office of Trudy
Mills, White History Professor.  She knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Trudy yelled.

Tasheka walked into the office and closed the door.  When she
turned around, there was Trudy sitting at her desk, and sitting
on the couch were three little girls.

"Girls this is the nigger Professor, Tasheka, you can call her
whatever you want." The three girls smiled.  "Tasheka, this is my
daughter Angelica.  She is seven years old.  In the middle is
Cassidy and on the left is Jessie, both also seven years old.  Ok
girls, she is all yours"

"What? What do mean?" Tasheka asked as she back up to the door.

"Shut up and undress Coon," ordered Angelica.

The three seven year olds got up from the couch and advanced on
Tasheka, "Better get undressed now Darkie or else we rip that bra
and panties off you" smiled Cassidy.  The girls were each had
golden blonde hair, and each one had their hair tied back in
pigtails. Each wore a typical schoolgirl's uniform; pleated
skirt, white shirt with tie, knee high socks and shiny black
shoes.

As Tasheka pulled off her bra and panties Angelica said, "That
whore over there," she nodded to her mother sitting behind her
desk, "...thought we could use your black ass for a show at the
Young Girl club..."

"Angelica, please don't degrade me in front of this nigger..."
Trudy said with embarrassment on her face.

"Shut up Mrs. Mills," replied Jessie.

The three youngsters circled Tasheka like a pack of wolves.  The
girls started running their hands up and down Tasheka's body.

"Nice tits," observed Cassidy.  "You have cow size tits, nigger.
Good for milking." She continued as she squeezed each nipple.

"Ass cheeks are good," said Jessie, "no marks like she's been
whipped before."

"I love your long neck, Nigger; good for a hanging" remarked
Angelica as she ran her hands around Tasheka's neck.

Tasheka was secretly impressed.  `These seven year olds knew
their business.' thought Tasheka.  `I wonder how long they have
been doing this?'

The girls went to their backpacks and pulled out latex gloves,
snapping them on their hands.  Jessie went back to Tasheka, who
felt like she was being examined like a piece of meat.  The girl
bent her over at the waist and spread Tasheka's ass cheeks. 
"Hmmm, nice puckered mature black hole.  Should have no problem
taking a strap-on."

Cassidy stood in front of Tasheka and slapped her tits, "Nice and
bouncy..." then she grabbed both nipples and pulled them. 
Tasheka let out a grunt as her nipples were pulled straight out.
"These tits are mature enough that they could take punishment..."

Angelica jabbed three fingers into Tasheka's cunt and wiggled
them around.  Tasheka tried with all her might not to move or
groan, but the fingers felt good, "This mature cunt is full of
Nigger goo.   Should work really good"

"What kind of nigger are you?" asked Jessie.

"I be a good Nigga girl fo yous Miss Jessie" replied Tasheka with
humiliation.  How easy it was to revert to Black talk.  Practice,
isn't that what Mammy said?

"What is smarter? A dog or Coon?" asked Cassidy as she grabbed
both of Tasheka's tits and squeezed them.

"A dawg Miss Cassidy, Coon's are stupit" replied Tasheka as her
body was pulled back and forth as the seven year old mauled her
breasts.

"Are you a Coon?" asked Jessie.

"I be a Coon, Miss Jessie"

The three girls sat back down on the couch.  Angelica pulled out
a large baggie with panties in it, "These panties are soiled,
peed on, and some of us wiped our ass with them.  Put them on
your head," the seven year old ordered as she threw the baggie at
Tasheka.

Tasheka's clit twitched and her adrenaline pumped when she picked
up the baggie.

"Do a show for us using those soiled panties.  Be imaginative,
and make it good nigger" said Cassidy as she leaned back on the
couch and folded her arms.

"Entertain us, Coon" smiled Angelica.

As Tasheka pulled the soiled panties out of the baggie she
thought that it was hugely arousing for her to wear soiled
panties on her head, so much so that she do it to herself at home
alone, just to humiliate and degrade herself, when she
masturbated.  And now here she was going to do it for these three
seven year old girls and Trudy Mills the White History professor.

Tasheka put one panty in her mouth, put one her head, moving the
crotch of the panty over her nose and mouth.  She took the other
two panties and stepped into them pulling them up to her crotch.

Tasheka held onto the two panties and started to hump and grind
the panties against her cunt.  Tasheka pulled the panties up and
down, up and down, and humped and grinded on the soiled panties
while standing in front of the girls.

"What a pathetic Nigger she is," laughed Angelica as she watched
the former black history professor grind her crotch against the
panties.

"Fucking jiggaboo, humiliating herself for us" smiled Cassidy. 
Tasheka started humping and grinding them harder and faster.

"Girls, this is what I was telling you about Black people.  Their
animals, with animal behaviors." smiled Trudy.

Tasheka thought of how much of a degradingly grotesque and
obscenely absurd burlesque show she was putting on for these
girls, getting more and more aroused.

"You're a  pathetically, frantically self-humiliating dirty joke
you know that Nigger?" laughed Jessie.  Then she looked at the
girls, "I wonder how others, like her family and friends and
professional colleagues, would view and think of her?"

"They would laugh at her, heap scorn and ridicule at her in
amused disgust, as it all just adds to her nigger lust and
arousal," smiled Angelica.

Tasheka stopped what she was doing and pulled the panties down to
her knees.  The three girls and Trudy sat forward watching with
interest.  Tasheka spread her legs and squatted, and then stuck
her head into the soiled panties with her face and nose and mouth
pressed up against the crotch of soiled panties.

The girls laughed and pointed at Tasheka.

The back of her head was held in the bottom of soiled panties.
And, in that position, Tasheka waddled and scampered around
Trudy's office.  It's was an awkward and strenuous position for
Tasheka, so she would stumble, tumble and fall, especially when
she tried to scamper and scramble too fast and hard around the
office.  Tasheka waddled and scampered around the office, making
sure to keep in a spread-kneed squat, panty-headed for the
amusement of the young girls.

"Stop!" laughed Angelica.

Tasheka was close to coming when the girl told her to stop.

"On your hands and knees and take off those panties," the girl
ordered.

The three girls came over to Tasheka on her hands and knees.

Angelica stood in front of Tasheka, lifted her skirt and said,
"Kiss me.  Kiss me on White beautiful cunt.  And make it good
Nigger."

Tasheka looked up at the bald cunt in front of her.  It smelled
good, like the girl had perfumed it.  She moved her head forward
and planted a kiss on the youngster's lips.  A good kiss. Tasheka
pressed in a little bit and kissed again.

"Very good nigger.  Kiss me again, right on my cunt lips and kiss
me like you mean it" smiled the seven year old as she looked down
on Tasheka.

Tasheka leaned in again bringing both hands up to Angelica's legs
to steady herself.

"Don't touch me nigger, don't ever touch me with your dirty hands
unless I give you permission,"  Hissed Angelica.

Tasheka planted a wet kiss right on the girl's bald cunt.  "Hmm,
oh yea, very good.  I like the feel of your chimpanzee lips."
Angelica giggled.  "Hmm, yes, you like the smell of my cunt?"

Tasheka nodded her head as she kissed the little girl again.

"My cunt smells like a rose.  There is a special drink only sold
to White females, no darkies allowed, that permeates our cunts
and anus's.  Now kiss my anus, on the black hole with your chimp
lips." Angelica giggled as she turned around.

Tasheka put her head under the pleated skirt.  "You have my
permission to touch my ass with your hands, nigger."

Tasheka brought her hands up to spread the seven year olds ass
cheeks.  The smell of the girl's anus smelled good also, a rose
petal smell.  "First put the tip of your ape nose on my brownie
and push on my anus with it."  Angelica said as she looked over
her shoulder at Tasheka.

Tasheka placed the tip of her nose on the brown opening and
pushed her head forward.

"Oh, my, that feels good.  Are you a brown noser, nigger?" smiled
Angelica.

Tasheka nodded her head again.

"Answer me!" Yelled the girl.

"Yes `um, Miss Angelica, I be a brown noser" came Tasheka's
muffled reply.

"Hmm, do you think that you can trained to do doggie tricks
better than a dog?"

"Yes `um, Miss Angelica.  Eyes can be betta than a dawg"

"That bitch over there says that coons can't be trained to
perform like dogs, but I think you can"

Trudy had an embarrassed look on her face when her daughter said
that.

Tasheka smiled to herself, it was true.  "Yes `um Miss Angelica,
all coons can be trained like a dawg" muffed Tasheka.  The rose
petal smell of the girl's anus was intoxicating to Tasheka.

"Good, now kiss my asshole with passion" cooed the seven year
old.

Tasheka put her lips on the girl's black hole and used her tongue
to French kiss the brownie.  Angelica started waving her ass back
and forth forcing Tasheka's head to move with the girl's ass. 
"Now stick your tongue out and lap my ass like a dog would"

Tasheka stuck her tongue out as far as it would go and started
lapping at the seven year olds ass crack, moving her head up and
down.

"Ohhh, that tickles, very good nigger," squealed Angelica.  "Now
do the same to Cassidy and Jessie"

Tasheka kissed the pussies and assholes of the other two girls,
both girls giggling and laughing as Tasheka did so.  Jessie's
cunt and anus had the smell of lilac.  The lilac smell brought
memories of her childhood when she would plant flowers with her
momma in the garden.

"For being a stupid assed nigger, she sure can work that tongue!"
squealed Jessie.

Tasheka moved over to Cassidy.  Her cunt and anus had the smell
of oranges.  Cassidy was very wet when Tasheka applied her tongue
to the girl's clit.  Cassidy laughed and giggled.  "This great, I
love it.  An educated nigger bitch licking my beautiful White
cunt!"

Cassidy turned around and bent over at the waist.  Tasheka
pressed her nose into the girl's brownie and she ran her tongue
up and down the girl's ass crack like a dog would.

When Tasheka had finished she sat back on her heels and looked up
at the girls smiling.  "What do you think girls?" asked Trudy.

Angelica looked at her two friends.  Jessie and Cassidy smiled
and nodded their heads.  "She'll do for my purposes mother," said
Angelica as she looked at Tasheka kneeling on the floor.  She
looked at her mother again.  "But I want the pimping rights to
her body.  I want seventy-five percent of her whoring take, the
university gets fifteen percent and this black bitch here makes
ten percent."

Suddenly it dawned on Tasheka what this meeting was all about. 
The rights to her body were being discussed and she had no say in
the matter.

"She still works for the university you know, they will want more
of the take." Replied her mother.

Seven year old Angelica put her index finger to her mouth and
thought.  "The University can pimp her out during working hours
taking forty percent, I get fifty percent and the bitch still
gets ten percent."

"What about after hours, Angie?" asked Jessie.

Angelica looked at her mother and smiled.  "Good point, Jess. 
After work hours, mom, I get my seventy-five percent because I am
training the nigger."

"Ok, I think the Dean will agree to the arrangement," smiled
Trudy.

Angelica walked over to Tasheka looking at her.  "I own you now,
nigger.   You work for me after hours when and where I say."  The
girl looked at her mother.  "Make sure she is at the Young Girl
tomorrow evening, come in the backdoor of the club..." said
Angelica, "Is there anything you want her to do?"

Trudy stood up from her desk.  "What you girls just had her do is
a big turn on for me and I have to cum.  Crawl over here Nigger,
crawl to me..."

"That will be ten dollars, mom" smiled her daughter.

Trudy pulled her purse out of the desk drawer and pulled out ten
dollars handing it to her daughter.  Angelica looked down at
Tasheka then at her friends.  "Imagine girls, a seven year old
now owns a nigger for the price of nothing."

Tasheka lowered her eyes in humiliation.

"Do what my mom says, nigger."

Tasheka didn't argue or hesitate.  She crawled around the desk to
Trudy.

"Under the desk, bitch.  Go on.  Hurry up!" urged Trudy.

Tasheka crawled under the desk and Trudy sat down and scooted the
chair forward.  "Lick me, Nigger.  Kiss my cunt and make me cum."
 Trudy's eyes fluttered when Tasheka put her tongue on her pussy.


Just then the door opened and a young college girl poked her head
into the office, "Excuse me girls, but your three nigger male
dogs are here"

"Oh goody," exclaimed Cassidy as the three girls left Angelica's
mom with Tasheka.  Tasheka heard the girls laughing.  Jessie
exclaimed, "Their cocks are so huge!"

Cassidy said, "These bucks are perfect for mating with black
bitches!"

The young college girl, before she closed Trudy's door, noticed
Tasheka's high heeled feet sticking out from under the desk. 
"Um, Mrs. Mills? I have a couple of dollars.  Can I use her after
your finished?"

Trudy was staring up at the ceiling.  She nodded her head and
smiled.  The feeling of Tasheka's tongue and mouth on her cunt
was wonderful.  She must really tell the other female professors
about this new find.

By the time Tasheka had gotten home, Tasha was already there. 
She was up in her room and said she didn't feel good.  Tasheka
quickly changed clothes and started on dinner.  The twins would
be home soon.

End of Part 2
