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Chapter 9 - The Bitch


So Shanika found herself standing in the luxurious lobby of the main house. Wooden paneling, fine carpeting, and a high ceiling complete with a glass chandelier. She stood at the front desk with her head hanging down. Naked, except for the two sets of shackles that fastened both her wrists and ankles as well as the steel slave collar around her neck, the black slave girl contrasted dramatically with the the opulent surroundings.

Debbie stood behind the desk, her gray jacket and skirt complemented her white pleated blouse. Despite her professional attire, carefully applied makeup, and red lipstick, the youth of the attractive blue eyed blonde girl was apparent. She looked with disdain upon the humbled negress.

"Just look at you!," exclaimed Debbie as she looked the colored girl over. Drying spots of semen in her stubbley hair and on her face along with the lines of wetness running down the insides of her legs gave Shanika the appearance of a well used slut. Which she was.

"Gross!" continued Debbie as she picked up the phone and dialed two digits. "Come to the desk right now," she commanded into the phone and hung up. The two women stood silently on either side of the front desk and waited. The blonde's nose wrinkled in disgust, the black girl's head hung in shame.

A negro girl dressed in a denim shirt and a wrap around skirt appeared from the direction of the service entrance.

"You called, Miz Debbie?" the girl said with her eyes downcast, not looking up at the white woman.

"Yes... About an hour ago!" Debbie's voice dripped with irritation. "Take this filthy nigger out and scrub the scum off her. Clean up that nasty coochie and hose her off." Debbie smiled evilly and looked at Shanika. "Then bring her back to me."

The negro girl stepped towards the slave and slowly took hold of the chain on her collar.

"Now, you stupid monkey!" she yelled. "What's wrong with you!"

The attendant quickly led Shanika back towards the service door. The poor slave girl almost stumbled in her shackles as she could barely keep up with the hurrying servant.

They went outside into the night. The air was cool after the heat of the day. They passed the table where Matt had just had his way with Shanika, a quick one before he rejoined his wife and son for their trip back to where ever white folks like that lived.

She led her to the slave barn. Once there the young attendant got out the bucket and a rag and began to wash the slave girl down.

"You had yo' se'f a time, I kin tell!" she exclaimed. "You all nasty!" Shanika felt her cheeks flush. Even this young negro girl was revolted by her used condition.

The negro girl washed Shanika's head and face. "I ain't gonna use dat brush on you, girl. It hurt too bad. Don't tell Miz Debbie I din't scrub you. She pretty, but she mean."

"Thanks," said Shanika. "I'm Shanika. What's your name?"

"Elois," replied the girl as she ran the cloth over Shanika's chest and under her arms. "Lift up yo' arms."

"How did you end up doin' this?" asked the slave girl as she complied with her instructions.

"My momma work fo' Mr. Richards," said Elois. "I be helpin' fo' a long time now. Spread yo' legs some mo'."

Shanika opened her legs further so the negro girl could wash her well used pussy. It felt strange to her to have this girl bathing her like this. Of course, she realized, Elois may have been like a servant, but she herself was like livestock, at best a pet.

"Time to rinse you off, girl. Dis water be cold," she warned and turned on the hose. The icy water shocked the slave girl. She still hadn't gotten used to it in spite of number of times she'd been subjected to it.

"Well, I gots to take you back to Miz Debbie," Elois said and picked up the chain. "Let's go."

Shanika followed as the negro girl led her back to the main house and in through the service door. The lobby was quiet. Elois brought the black slave to the front desk. Debbie sat in a chair behind the counter, talking on the phone and sipping soda through a straw from a paper cup.

She looked up at the negro serving girl and dismissed her with a quick shake of her head. Elois was slow to understand causing Debbie to roll her eyes and give the young negro girl a dismissive wave. Elois walked away, her head down. Shanika was left standing there in her chains in the plush lobby in front of the dark wooden paneled desk. Debbie chatted on, ignoring the naked slave girl.

Shanika didn't know what else to do, so she stood and waited, looking down at her bare feet on the lobby carpet. She tried not to eavesdrop on Debbie's phone conversation. Not so much out of politeness, but because she was humiliated at being ignored in favor of a discussion of the trivialities the white girl was going on about.

Debbie made slurping noises as she finished her drink and laughed with the person she was on the phone with. Shanika didn't look up. The conversation continued for a few minutes when the slave girl was startled to feel something cold hitting her. She looked up to see Debbie, still chatting, smiling at her.

The white girl reached into the paper cup and flicked a piece of crushed ice at her and restrained a giggle when it hit the colored girl in the chest. Shamed, Shanika looked back down at the floor. She felt another piece of ice hit off her breast. Then one hit her in the face. She stood stoically as Debbie amused herself with this game of pelting her with crushed ice from her drink, never stopping her phone chatter.

She stood and walked around to the front of the desk, Shanika could smell her perfume she was so close to her. "Look, I've got to go now," she said into the receiver. "Somebody's at the desk." She giggled at her joke and hung up.

"Stand back," she ordered the colored girl, "I want to see if you're presentable now."

Shanika stepped back as instructed.

"Come on now. You know how to display yourself," she said impatiently, her hands on her hips. "Do it, nigger."

The black slave girl slowly clasped her hands behind her head and moved her feet apart. She held her head up and her chest out, but her eyes remained downcast.

"That's better. Now jump." Debbie grinned at her.

Shanika jumped, her chains jingling and her breasts bouncing.

"I like the way your floppy boobs bounce," said the white girl. "Do it again. Do it until I tell you to stop."

Her cheeks burning, the black slave jumped again and again. It was hard, what with the weight of the chains on her, and her heavy breasts were sore from swinging as she jumped up and down.

"What do boys see in a fat dumb nigger like you?" she taunted. "Maybe they just like a pussy they can fuck without having to ask nice. You think that's it?"

Shanika didn't know what to say so she just kept jumping, though slower as she was tiring from the exertion and her breasts were really hurting.

"Answer me, bitch!" she said crossly. "They like you 'cause you're just a nigger slut, isn't that right?"

"Yes, ma'am," replied the colored girl.

"Yes, ma'am what?" she asked. "What are you agreeing with?" The young blonde raised her eyebrows.

"Yes, ma'am, I's a nigga slut jes like you say." answered Shanika. "Tha's why da white massas like to fuck me."

"No. You're not a slut. You're a bitch. A nigger dog," said Debbie. "Stop that jumping and get down on the floor where you belong."

Shanika got on her hands and knees. Debbie picked up a pen from the desk and threw it across the lobby. "Go get it. Fetch, doggy."

Her chain dragging on the floor, the black girl crawled across the carpet after the pen. She grasped it in her hand and turned around and began to crawl back to her blue eyed tormentress.

"Bad dog," Debbie scolded, "Doggies don't carry things in their paws. Pick it up like a good doggy and bring it to me."

Humiliated, the negro slave girl set the pen on the carpet and leaned forward, her face on the floor, and picked it up in her mouth. She crawled back to the front desk where Debbie waited for her.

"That's better. Good dog." She came out from behind the desk. "Drop it," she ordered.

Shanika let the pen fall out of her mouth onto the floor at Debbie's feet.

"Now that's the way to play fetch," she said, picking the pen up and throwing it out the main entrance door. "Go on, doggy. Fetch it."

The slave girl turned and went after the object of her mistress's interest on her hands and knees. The carpet hadn't been vacuumed yet that day and Shanika picked up bits of sand and dirt in her knees and hands. She crawled as fast as she could, her chains jangling with each step.

The main entrance door was open and the pen sat on the top step outside. Wet with her saliva, the pen had also gathered up some dirt, but she picked it up in her mouth the way the blonde girl wanted. She returned to her and dropped the pen at her feet.

"Good dog!" she said, praising the humbled slave. "I think I should take you outside now. We don't want any accidents in here, do we?"

She picked up Shanika's chain and led her on hands and knees back out the door and down the front steps. The rough cement of the outside stairs sc****d the colored girl's knees painfully. The night air was cold on the negress's naked body. Debbie pulled her along across the dew covered grass and stopped.

"Time to do your business, doggy," she ordered. "Lift that leg and pee for me or you'll be sleeping outside."

The poor slave was already cold and sore. What was one more degrading act? thought Shanika. She raised one leg and let loose a stream of piss onto the ground. Steam rose off the spot where her warm urine hit the cool grass.

"All done?" asked Debbie. She jerked the chain hard. "Ok, back inside." She walked quickly. Shanika fell forward a few times trying to keep up and not be choked by the steel collar around her neck. The white girl led her captive through the lobby and around behind the front desk.

"Roll over," she instructed. Her chains jingled as the negro slave girl lay on her side and rolled onto her back.

"Stop there, girl," Debbie said. "Stay on your back like the black slut you are. Lift your arms over your head so I can see you all stretched out for me."

She rolled her chair over to where Shanika lay. She unbuttoned the gray suit jacket she was wearing and sat in the chair, kicking off her black pumps. She starting rubbing her nylon stockinged feet on the prone slave girl, one foot on her pubic area, the other on her breasts. The young blonde played with one nipple and then the other with her big toe.

"Mmmm," she cooed, "you like being my doggy? You like having your white mistress's feet on you? You do, don't you, girl?" She waited for Shanika to respond for a few seconds and then gently kicked at one breast when none was forthcoming. "Answer me, nigger," she said firmly.

"Yes'm, Miz Debbie," said the humbled slave.

"I wonder if you're telling me the truth?" Debbie mused. She moved her other foot over and put her toe between Shanika's legs. The black girl felt a wave of shame flow over her as she parted her thighs to give the smiling white girl's foot access to her most intimate parts.

Debbie poked her toe into the slave girls slit and moved it down to the entrance to her vagina and penetrated her slightly, probing gently.

"My, my, girl," said Debbie gleefully. "You're all wet! You love it!" She looked thoughtfully into Shanika's brown eyes. "You see, the coochie doesn't lie," she explained. "Your nigger mouth lies, but the coochie? Never. You love it all right and you can't deny it. You are a nigger slut!"

Shanika was mortified. But she knew it was true. The whole time her young blue eyed mistress was tormenting her she could feel the excitement from it. She was shamed to be receiving such dehumanizing treatment, but the fact she was aroused by it thoroughly humiliated her. Even now she was opening her legs wider in the hope the blonde girl would press her foot against her cunt harder. She knew she was a slut.

Debbie smiled down at the negro slave on the floor in front of her. "I want to try a little experiment to prove you're a nigger slut," she said, pushing back in her chair and withdrawing her foot from Shanika's crotch. "Get on your feet."

Shanika struggled to her feet, chains jangling, and stood before her mistress. Debbie leaned forward and began to remove her shackles. Shanika wondered what she was thinking of. Finally she removed her collar and set the hardware on the desk. Now free of her bonds, the black slave waited for what the pretty blonde girl had in mind.

"I'm going to give you a choice now," stated the young white woman. "I assure you that you're free to choose either one and that I'll abide by your wishes."

Shanika was confused by this. She looked into Debbie's blue eyes with a puzzled look on her face.

"Here's the deal," the white girl smiled back at her. "There's a room in the back with a cot in it. I'll let you go back there and spend the night. I'll leave you alone until morning when you have to go to the barn to get ready for tomorrow's auction. You'll get an entire night of unm*****ed sleep."

"Or..." her smile broadened. "You can lie back down on the floor in front of me like a nigger dog and I'll play with your pussy some more with my foot. I might not let you cum. I'll probably think of some other delicious ways to degrade you and have you service me."

"So what's it going to be?" Debbie slowly licked her bright red lips, her blue eyes sparkled. "I know I'm a bitch," she smiled, "but I'm serious. I'll let you in to that room and you can sleep peacefully until morning. I won't even chain you back up until then. No surprise punishments or anything; whatever you decide."

Shanika was speechless. She was tired and sore. But that tingling feeling was throbbing now. Her mouth was dry, her cheeks burned and she felt light headed. She could hear her heart beating fast in her chest. She looked down at the blonde girl in her fine gray suit, clean white pleated blouse as she stood naked before her.

Slowly, wordlessly, Shanika dropped to one knee and rolled onto her back at the white girls feet. Debbie smiled down at her triumphantly.

"I knew it," she said softly. "You are a slut. A horny nigger slut. And right now you're my nigger slut, aren't you?"

"Yes'm, Miz Debbie," answered the colored girl.

"Tell me," prompted Debbie. "Tell me what you are. I want to hear you say it. So we both know for sure."

"I's yo' nigga slut, Miz Debbie," replied Shanika from her position on the floor. "I's yo' horny nigga slut."

"And what do you want me to do?" asked the white girl.

"Play wit' my nigga coochie, ma'am" answered the shamed slave girl.

"Very well, slut. Twist around here and pull your legs up," instructed the young blonde woman. "The wider you open yourself up to me, the better I can get at that nigger cooch."

Shanika wiggled around on the floor to position herself as she was told, her head pointed away from her seated mistress. She grasped her legs behind her thighs and spread herself out so wide that her pussy lips parted and everything from her clit to her asshole was plainly visible to the white girl.

The young blonde reached her leg forward and placed her foot directly onto the prone slave girl's crotch and pressed firmly. Debbie could feel the colored girl's wetness through the nylon stocking she wore. Without thinking, Shanika began to rock, rubbing herself against her mistress's foot.

"That's right, girl," Debbie cooed, "hump your mistress's foot like a good little nigger." She pressed harder and Shanika humped faster.

"You know, I've only been working here for a couple of years, but I've learned a lot in that time," mused the white girl as the negress continued to masturbate herself against the sole of the blonde's foot.

"The niggers that come back are sluts," she continued. "Every one of them. Most of them come here for the money at first, and plenty of 'em never return. But the one's that do? Those are the sluts. They'll take the money, sure. But they come back because they are niggers and they are sluts and they love it. They love being a nigger for the white folks. Just like you love being my nigger right now. Don't you?"

"Yes'm, Miz Debbie," panted Shanika, still rubbing herself on her mistress's foot, her floppy black breasts jiggling. "I sho' do love bein' yo' nigga."

"Hmmm," she said, "you sound kind of breathless girl. You better not be thinking about cumming without permission. That just wouldn't do. Niggers don't get to cum unless they ask first. And they better ask nice. Niggers better beg for it."

"Kin I cum, Miz Debbie, ma'am?" asked the colored girl, "Please, ma'am?"

"Oh... I don't know...," Debbie smiled wickedly. "Haven't you already cum enough for one night? I bet that white boy I saw you with made you cum. That black coochie of yours was just dripping with his goo when he led you down the stairs. Everybody could see it.. It was positively obscene!"

"Please, Miz Debbie!" Shanika cried, humping furiously and obviously close to orgasm. "I gots to cum. Please, ma'am, let yo' nigga cum."

"Well, since you're begging so sweetly, all right," she said softly, "you have my permission to cum for me." The white girl began actively rubbing the negro's pussy with her foot.

"Oh, thank you, Miz Debbie, ma'am," the slave girl said breathlessly, "Thank you for lettin' yo' nigga cum... Oh!... Ah!!"

"That's it, girl," cooed the blonde, "cum for your mistress. It's all right. Cum for your mistress like a good little nigger girl should."

"Ah!! Ah!!" cried Shanika as her naked black body writhed on the floor beneath the white girl's foot. "Oh, yes! Oh! Ah!!" The orgasm washed over the negro slave girl's body in waves as she continued to grind her cunt against her mistress's stocking clad foot, leaving it wet and sticky. Finally her spasms subsided and she began to catch her breath. Debbie withdrew her foot and looked down on the black slave girl.

As she regained her senses, Shanika started to become aware of her surroundings and what had just taken place. She was totally naked and lying on the carpeted floor of the plush lobby at the feet of fully dressed white woman at least six years her junior. She had masturbated herself to orgasm, on this girl's foot, no less, and had begged her for permission to cum. It was the most humiliating thing she had ever done. Why did it feel so good, she wondered. She was ashamed that she loved it so much.

"What do you say, girl?" asked Debbie, her blue eyes looking directly into Shanika's face.

"Thank you, Miz Debbie, ma'am," she said sincerely, "Thank you fo' lettin' yo' nigga cum."

"Well, you're welcome," replied the white girl. "Now let's do something about this." Debbie rolled her chair forward and put her foot, wet and sticky with Shanika's juices, in front of the colored girl's face.

Without further prompting, the negress began to lick her cum off her mistress's foot. She continued until the stickiness was gone.

"Good girl," Debbie praised her. She stood up, towering over the prone negro slave, and pulled her panty hose down and stepped out of it. "Get up," she ordered as she proceeded to remove her panties, pulling them down and holding them in her hand.

Shanika scrambled to her feet, and wanting to please her mistress, stood with her legs far apart, her breasts thrust forward, and her hands clasped behind her head as a show of her submission.

The white girl smiled when she saw that her slave had assumed the display position for her.

"You are just precious," she said kindly. "Now you've got me all excited, too. See?" She held the crotch of her panties under the colored girl's nose. Shanika could smell the strong scent of the white girl's musk.

"Open your mouth," ordered Debbie. Shanika complied and the young white woman stuffed her soiled panties into the slave girl's mouth. "That's right," she cooed, "you just hold onto those." She looked into Shanika's brown eyes. "You're still my nigger slut, right?" she asked.

Unable to speak with the her mistress's cotton underpants in her mouth she quickly nodded her agreement.

"Very good," she said. Then, looking at her watch, "Time to lock up. Want to come along with me, girl?"

Again, Shanika nodded.

"Ok," said the blonde. "Now get back down on the floor where you belong and you can follow me. Don't drop my panties."

The negress got down on her hands and knees and followed her mistress around the lobby, her mouth stuffed with the white girl's undergarment. Debbie closed the front door and locked it and then went to the light switch to turn off the overhead chandelier. Shanika scampered after her on all fours like a puppy.

"Now we can go to my room. Up the stairs. You first," she instructed. "I want to watch that big black ass up ahead of me. I'm starting to see how cute it is."

Shanika crawled up the stairs with Debbie behind her. She waited for her mistress at the top since she didn't know which way to go. The white girl passed by her and went to the room at the end of the hallway near the door to the service stairs. The young blonde snapped her fingers and slapped her thigh to call the black girl over to her as she unlocked the door.

They entered the room, mistress first, slave on all fours following. Debbie closed the door and walked to the bed that was on one side of the room. She removed her jacket and skirt and reclined on the bed, still wearing the white blouse.

"Come here, girl," she called, "up on the bed."

Shanika crawled to the bed and as she climbed up onto it, Debbie spread her legs revealing a thick bush of dirty blonde pubic hair and pink pussy lips.

"Time for you to please me, nigger girl," she said. "Drop those panties and eat me."

The negress let her mistress's underwear fall from her mouth and crawled between the young white woman's legs. She immediately began to kiss her pink pussy lips up and down the length of her slit. After a little of that she started to lick her. Tentatively at first and then lapping her like a puppy. From her opening to her clit, the black slave girl ran her tongue over her blonde mistress's vagina.

Debbie murmured with pleasure and opened her legs wider. Shanika pushed her tongue in the white girl's pussy and gave a few thrusts before running it up to her clit, which she gently took between her thick African lips. She alternated between flicking at it with her tongue and drawing it into her mouth, softly sucking on it. Debbie responded by bucking her hips.

Shanika returned to licking the length of the white woman's sex and drawing her pussy lips into her mouth and sucking on them. Gently at first and then harder as Debbie's bucking became stronger. The blonde girl's scent was heavy in Shanika's nostrils as she rapidly thrust her tongue in her mistress's cunt, fucking her with it, stopping only to suck on her pussy lips to give her tongue a rest.

"Mmmm," moaned the white girl, "that's the way. You suck your mistress's pussy like that. Just like that." Her thighs closed on Shanika's stubbley head and squeezed as she felt a climax building in her. Debbie humped her slave girl's face hard and fast. Shanika gasped for breath, but the blonde woman, lost in her pleasure, didn't notice.

"Oh!," she said in a surprised voice, her blue eyes open wide. "Oh!" She shuddered and the colored girl was rewarded with a rush of wetness on her face as her mistress came on her.

It was several minutes before Debbie released her grip on her black slave's head.

"You are a good pussy eater, girl," she signed, "it's what you were born to do. A nigger slut born to suck white pussy. That's what you are. Isn't that right?"

"Yes'm, Miz Debbie," she replied from between the white girl's legs, her face shining with her mistress's juices. "I's yo' pussy eatin' slut, ma'am. Yo' coochie suckin' nigga."

The white girl ran her hand over the black slave's head, feeling the scratchiness of her close shorn hair.

"Ok," she instructed, "get off the bed and come with me."

Shanika got back on the floor and followed her white mistress into the bathroom.

"On your back, nigger girl," she ordered, "I think I'd like a little more of that tongue."

The colored girl lay on her back on the cold tile floor as ordered. Debbie got on her knees with her slave's head between them, positioning her vagina over the negress's mouth.

"Let's get that tongue working again," instructed the blonde girl.

Debbie's pussy was soaked and it didn't take much tongue lapping from Shanika to get her rocking back and forth, using the black slave's face to masturbate against.

"Oh, yeah," she cried, "oh, yeah. Right there, girl. Use that tongue on me. Suck your mistress's pussy. Suck it, slut. Oh! Oh!!"

The young white woman came in the colored girls face again, soaking her with a fresh dose of pussy juice. She lifted herself slightly, allowing Shanika to catch her breath.

The black girl was surprised when she felt another jolt of hot liquid on her face. The pungent smell of urine filled her nostrils as her mistress emptied her bladder on her slave's face.

"Drink it, nigger girl," she commanded. "Drink my piss, you slut."

Shanika tried to swallow, but there was so much. She choked and sputtered even after Debbie was through peeing on her. The white girl stood up and looked down on her debased slave girl. The humiliated negress valiantly tried to suppress her coughing, her head lying in a pool her mistress's urine.

"Now you truly are my nigger," she stated. "No matter how many men use that black body, you will always be my nigger. Isn't that right?"

"Yes,m, Miz Debbie," she sputtered. "I's always be yo' nigga."

"Good girl," she said and stepped over the negro slave, carefully avoiding the puddle of piss she lay in on the floor. "Now get this mess cleaned up and get showered. Be quick about it."

Shanika stood up, urine still dripping off her face and down onto her chest. Using a towel she mopped it off the floor and stepped into the shower. It has been a while since she'd bathed in hot water. It felt good as did the warm feeling she got from having served her white mistress and earning her praise.

The slave girl found her mistress lying in bed when she emerged from the bathroom, clean and dry. Debbie looked up at her and sat up.

"That's all the fun for tonight girl," she said, "but I'll give you another choice. You can spend the rest of the night in the cot downstairs I told you about or you can sleep on the floor near my bed. Which do you prefer?"

The negress replied immediately, "I wants to stay here wit' you, Miz Debbie."

The white mistress smiled. "That's sweet," she said. "Display for me."

The colored girl was used to the position and stood with her legs spread in the proscribed manner. Debbie reached between her slave's thighs and stroked her pussy as she looked into her eyes. She leaned forward and kissed each of Shanika's black nipples and looked back up at her.

"You're a good nigger. Get yourself a blanket from the closet and come lay her on the floor next to my bed," she said. "But first, let's have a kiss."

Shanika bent over to meet her mistress's red lips. Debbie kissed the black girl hard and pushed her tongue in her mouth. She broke off the kiss and settled back into her bed.

"Go on, now, nigger girl," she said, smiling, "go get a blanket and come lie down here where I can see you from my bed."

As instructed, Shanika went to the closet, found a blanket, and brought it with her to the spot on the floor she was to spend the night next to her mistress. She saw that Debbie's eyes were already closed as she lay on the floor, covering herself with the blanket. It wasn't long before she was asleep, too.

The next thing she noticed was the sun streaming in the window. Shanika sat up on the floor, remembering where she was. Debbie was stirring in her bed.

"Well," asked the white mistress, "did you sleep well?"

"Yes'm, Miz Debbie," she replied, "I surely did."

"I better take you back to the barn now. I'm sure they're already scrubbing today's niggers down for the auction." Debbie got out of bed and Shanika saw her naked for the first time. The white girl had pale skin and small perky breasts with pink nipples. Her waist was slender as were her hips. The slave girl watched as her mistress went to the closet and got out a pink robe and put it on.

"Let's go down and get your chains on," she said. "Can't have niggers running around free." Debbie walked to the door and opened it. Shanika simply got up from her spot on the floor onto her hands and knees and followed her blonde mistress into the hall.

Debbie beamed at her, noticing her on all fours. "Awww!" she gushed. "You're still my nigger doggy? That's sweet. I wish I didn't have to give you back so soon. We could have such fun together!"

Shanika followed the white woman down the stairs over to the front desk. Her shackles and collar were still there.

"Ok, stand up, doggy," she coaxed. The colored girl stood patiently as Debbie put her back in chained bondage. "I think you can walk the rest of the way," she said and led the slave out the service door and into the bright morning sunlight. It was early enough that there was still a chill in the air, the negress's brown skin broke out in goose flesh.

Yolanda appeared, walking out of the slave barn and approached the white mistress and her black slave girl. Debbie handed the older colored lady the chain attached to Shanika's collar.

"Take good care of my nigger girl, Yolanda," she said. "She's been a very good doggy." Debbie leaned towards Shanika and planted a wet kiss on her thick black lips. Giggling she turned and walked back towards the main house. The two black women, the elder in work shirt and wrap around skirt, the younger in chains, watched as the blonde girl's pink robe disappeared through the service door.

"Well, well, missy," observed Yolanda. "Now you're Miz Debbie's favorite, too. You do get around."

Shanika hung her head, imagining what the older colored lady must think of her.

"Time to get you ready for sale, girl," she said. "Those white men be showing up soon." Yolanda then led the chained negro slave girl into the barn. Shanika wondered what lay ahead for her even as she remembered warmly what had already taken place.

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Shanika at the Plantation Club Chapter 14

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