Shanika At The Plantation Club Chapter 12 free porn video

Chapter 12 - The Coworker


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That hurt bad?" she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Darla didn't respond or even look up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He came back outside with a camera.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He pushed finger into her vagina. She u*********sly pushed back against his hand.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smack!

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

Smack! Smack!

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

Smack!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Open your fucking mouth, bitch" he demanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Come here." he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're wet," he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shanika nodded, her mouth full.

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

Shanika nodded again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This time the colored girl shook her head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The bed creaked loudly in time with each thrust.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah," he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You knew him from outside?" asked Yolanda.

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