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Chapter 5 - The Gift
Yolanda tugged at the chain connected to Shanika's collar and led her to the barn where she had initially been shorn and shaved to be prepared for resale. The older black woman took the young slave girl to one of stalls equipped with a hose to get her cleaned up. She started by spreading shaving cream on her pussy and used a razor to get it nice and smooth the way the bidders liked it. Next she scrubbed her down with a bristle brush and a bucket of soapy water. She was more gentle with the brush when cleaning Roy's sperm from Shanika's face. Finally Yolanda hosed her off with cold water and led her back outside.
Today wasn't an arrival day. No new slaves had been recruited for sale. Only slaves to be resold would be auctioned today and Shanika noticed fewer bidders were gathering near the platform.where she had been sold the day before. Yolanda attached Shanika's chain to an eye bolt mounted on the wall of building to display her once again to prospective buyers.
There were at least a dozen white men checking out the merchandise. Shanika had learned to display her body to them by placing her hands behind her head to get her breasts to hang nicely and then turn around to show off her thick black ass whenever someone approached. Occasionally she'd be instructed to bend over or sit with her legs spread for a more intimate inspection.
Right before the auction a middle aged white lady walked towards her, stopping before she got as close as the men usually did. Shanika displayed herself for the woman.
"You're pretty for a colored girl," said the woman.
"Thank you, ma'am," replied Shanika.
"How old are you?" she asked.
"Twenty eight, ma'am." answered the black girl.
"I need to have a better look at your... uh... you know, between your legs," the older lady stammered.
"Yes, ma'am," said Shanika, who sat and spread her legs wide so the white lady could get a good look at her pussy.
"I just want to see that you're... uh... you know, healthy, if you know what I mean."
"Yes, ma'am." She didn't know, but it didn't matter. If the white lady wanted to see her pussy, Shanika would show it to her.
The woman looked her over again and hurried to the next slave girl on display.
And then it was time for the auction. Shanika watched as a young nervous looking teenage slave girl, maybe nineteen at the most, was sold for 450. A scruffy looking white man, old enough to be her daddy, happily led her away in chains.
Nydia, who Shanika remembered from the ride to the club, was next. The slender black woman seemed to be a returning favorite as the bids went all the way to 600 for her. Two twenty-something white men exchanged high fives when their bid proved to be the winner. They took Nydia off down the path towards the cabins.
Then it was Shanika's turn. Yolanda led her to the block through the dusty court yard. She felt the eyes of the white folks on her as she climbed the steps up the platform and up on to the block. She displayed herself to the bidders without having to be told.
One man she recognized from last night started the bidding off. He was part of the group that watched Shonelle and Traleen bring her to orgasm at Debbie's instructions. Then the white lady who had spoken to Shanika prior to the auction raised the bid. It went back and forth with the lady finally putting forth the winning bid at 300.
Yolanda led her down the steps and presented her to her new mistress. The white lady signed the paper and accepted Shanika's chain.
"Thank you for buying me, Mistress" said Shanika, without being prompted. She was learning quickly to be an obedient slave girl.
"Yes. Uh, no need to call me Mistress. It sounds kind of strange to me," she said. "My name is Helen, all right?"
"Yes, ma'am, Miz Helen," Shanika replied.
Helen spoke to Yolanda, "I've arranged for a suite in the main house, can you have the girl sent to me in half an hour? I've need to attend to a few things first."
"Yes, ma'am," replied Yolanda. "She'll be delivered to your room then."
Again Shanika was to be an object. Something to be sent up to this white lady's suite like breakfast from room service. She watched as the woman walked away and disappeared into the main house.
Yolanda led Shanika to the side of the platform, securing her chain to an iron post set into the ground. "You'll wait here until it's time to deliver you to your mistress."
She recognized Shonelle and Traleen as they were led to the auction block. Apparently the two sisters were to be sold as a set. There was barely room for both of the large light skinned teenagers to display themselves to the potential buyers. The bids increased quickly with three separate parties participating. The girls finally went for 950. Their new master seemed quite pleased to be leading the two girls towards the main house.
As Shanika watched them heading away she saw a short negro girl wearing an old cotton skirt and a denim work shirt approached her from the direction of the main house. Younger than Shanika, she wore a bandana over her close cropped hair. The girl also wore a thick leather collar fastened with a silver colored buckle around her neck.
"I is s'posed to take you to yo' mistress now," she said, reaching for the chain that hung from Shanika's collar. The girl led her at a slower pace that made it easy for the shackled slave to keep up, leaving some slack in the chain.
They entered through a service entrance and then went up a narrow staircase. Shanika's ankle chain clanked on the wooden steps as she climbed. At the top of the stairs the negro girl pushed open a door and led the chained black woman through. Shanika felt the plush carpet under her feet as she was taken down the corridor. The place reminded her of a nice hotel.
A heavy set black woman with short graying hair in a faded grey work dress and white apron was vacuuming floor. She looked up from her work and exchanged nods with the girl leading Shanika to her new mistress's room. Shanika became more aware of that she was completely naked and in restraints as the old housekeeper looked right at her, the gray haired negress's eyes slowly taking in the slave girl's nude body.
They walked past her and she returned to her task. The negro girl knocked on one of the doors and looked Shanika up and down as they waited for an answer, there eyes met as the door opened.
Helen was wearing a robe and had a towel around her hair. "Has it been a half hour already?" she asked. "Well never mind. Bring her in and put her where she'll be out of the way for now."
Shanika felt as if she were luggage being delivered to a traveler's hotel room. The negro girl let go of the chain leaving Shanika standing near the wall in the entrance way. She looked around her surroundings and saw a couch and two big easy chairs facing a heavy wooden coffee table. A desk and chair were facing a wall with a doorway in it. Through the open door, She could see an old fashioned four poster bed.
"Don't forget, I want champagne sent up on ice in half an hour," Helen instructed the young negro girl.
"Yes'm. I won't forget," she answered and left, closing the door behind her.
Helen took the towel of her head revealing her wet auburn colored hair. The white lady stepped into the bathroom and Shanika heard the sound of a blow dryer start up. The slave girl stood where she'd been left and waited, wondering what this white woman was up to.
After a few minutes she heard the blow dryer stop and Helen emerged from the bathroom still in her robe. She removed the robe and hung it up. She was wearing shear panties but no bra. Shanika saw her firm white breasts and pink nipples. Tan lines clearly showed the contrast with the rest of her body. Helen seemed totally oblivious to Shanika's presence while she put on a shear negligee gown. She showed no modesty and made no effort to hide her nudity from the black slave girl. It was as if she were dressing in front of a pet.
She briefly stepped back into the bathroom and emerged wearing red lipstick, spraying herself with perfume. Finally she walked over to Shanika, looking her over carefully.
"I didn't get a good chance to look you over properly earlier. Open your mouth," she ordered.
Shanika complied and the white lady pulled her bottom lip out and then the top examining her teeth.
"Lift your arms."
Again, Shanika did as instructed. "Hmmm, kind of stubbley, but there isn't much time and it's not that bad," she said to herself.
"Ok. Come with me," she ordered. The older woman picked up the chain on Shanika's collar and led the negro slave girl into the bedroom. The links jangled as she shuffled where she was pulled to.
"My husband will be here soon and I want everything to be just so for him. You are not to speak, just do what I say. Is that clear?" she asked.
"Yes'm, Miz Helen," replied Shanika.
"Now I want to get these chains off of you. I'm afraid they'll catch on my gown." Helen removed the wrist and ankle cuffs and then looked her naked slave girl over again. "You know, I think I'll leave the collar on. John will get a thrill out of it."
There was a knock on the door to the outside hall.
"Oh, shit!" exclaimed Helen. "That might be him. Quick, I want you on your knees facing away from the door."
Shanika turned around, her back towards the doorway to the living room of the suite and got on her knees.
"Now bend over with your face on the floor. I want your ass up in the air."
The slave girl bent over pushing her black ass up and placing her face on the carpeted bedroom floor.
"Spread you legs more. As far as you can, but keep that ass up." Helen had lost whatever inhibitions she'd had ordering her black slave girl to do her bidding.
Shanika complied, spreading her legs as wide as she could as she heard another knock on the door.
"Stay like that," ordered Helen, who left the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
Shanika heard muffled voices followed by the outer door closing. Immediately the bedroom door opened.
"It was just the champagne, but John will be here soon," she said, thoughtfully inspecting the slave girl, her most private parts obscenely presented to her.
"Damn, that just won't do," she said, more to herself than to Shanika. "I like the kneeling and face on the floor, it's so deliciously submissive. But I want him to be able to see what he's getting without crawling around like some a****l. Get up on the bed, same position."
Climbing on to the bed, Shanika again assumed the position with her ass in the air, her legs spread wide, her face on the bed. Apparently crawling around an a****l was fine for the young black slave girl.
"That's good. He'll be able to see everything this way. Stay like that," Helen instructed as she laid out Shanika's chain past the kneeling negro girl and hung it over the far side of the bed. Shanika heard the bedroom door close and she was alone, waiting to be presented to Helen's husband.
Time progressed slowly for the naked colored girl. She waited patiently, bent over as if in supplication. Her legs spread wide giving anyone who entered the room an eyeful of black ass and cunt. She felt her muscles stiffening in the cool air. She was alone with the sound of her own breathing and heart beating to keep her company.
After many minutes passed Shanika heard a knock on the outer door. A few seconds later she heard muffled voices, a man and a woman. Helen's husband must be here, she thought. The voices continued, broken occasionally by laughter. After a few minutes she heard a loud pop, followed by more laughter. They must have opened the champagne, thought Shanika. More time went by, the naked slave girl simply waited to be used.
Finally she heard the bedroom door open and felt the breeze it stirred on her bare flesh.
"No peeking, now," laughed Helen. Shanika couldn't see the door from her position on the bed but could sense another presence.
"Ok, you can look now," Helen giggled. "Happy birthday, darling!"
"Holy shit, Helen!" a male voice exclaimed. "How did you know? You know I had a feeling when you called me to come up here, but I couldn't believe you'd really do it!"
"Well," Helen said softly, "you're a wonderful husband and I thought 'What would John like more than anything?'. And this is what I came up with. A nigger girl for you to use! She's ours for the rest of the day."
"I don't know what to say, Helen," the man said, "this is great!" Shanika heard the sounds of the couple kissing.
"Go ahead, go and touch her. I know you want to!" said Helen, obviously pleased by her husbands reaction to her gift.
Shanika shuddered as she felt the man's hands on her ass, gently caressing her.
"Don't be shy, John. You can play with her pussy or whatever you want. It's ok. You'll be able to fuck her and everything! It's not like your cheating on me with another woman. It's only a nigger!" Helen's voice suddenly got sultry. "But I get to watch."
His hands roamed to her pussy and rubbed the entire length of her slit. Shanika wiggled her ass a little in response. Encouraged, the caresses continued and she felt his finger penetrate her.
"Wow, she's really wet," said John. "She must like it like this." He put a second finger in Shanika's vagina.
"Probably," said Helen. "So what do you want to do first?"
"I don't know," replied John. "This is just so cool!"
"Well, you've been bugging me to go down on you even though you know I don't like it. Why don't you have the nigger suck your cock?" suggested Helen. "I want some of that cock myself, so if you get off in the nigger's mouth first I'll be able to get a nice long fucking."
"Sounds good to me. How about we go in the living room so I can sit in one of those over-stuffed chairs?" he asked.
"Grab that chain and bring her on out," she replied.
John slipped his fingers out of the slave girl's cunt and grabbed the chain. "C'mon, girl. Let's go, I've got something for you."
Shanika got up and John led her into the living room where Helen was already waiting. He undressed and Shanika could see his white cock was fully erect and throbbing. He sat in the chair and pulled her towards him by the chain. She dropped to her knees, knowing what she was expected to do.
She started licking the tip of his cock and the up and down the sides. John moaned with pleasure. She reached one hand up between his legs and began caressing his balls as she took his white cock between her dark lips. She sucked him and used her tongue on him even while he was in her mouth. His hips started bucking gently and she felt his hands on her stubble covered scalp.
"Oh, yeah," murmured John as Shanika began bobbing her head up and down over his shaft. She was slurping loudly as he bucked harder. Helen got out of her chair and walked behind John's. She reached over and began gently rubbing her hands on her husbands chest as the black girl continued to suck him off.
"You like that, baby?" Helen whispered to him. "You like having that nigger suck your cock?"
"Uh, huh."
"Mmmm. I thought you would," she cooed. "Just relax and enjoy it. We've got all night. You can use her however you want. She's your nigger tonight. All yours, baby. My gift to you."
John clutched Shanika's head in his hands and thrust his white cock into the negro girl's mouth faster and faster.
His breath quickened and he groaned. Both Helen and Shanika knew he was close.
"You gonna cum now, baby?" asked Helen. "You gonna cum for me? All up in your nigger's face? That's right, baby, fuck her black face. Cum in those big soft nigger lips. It feels good, doesn't it baby? Your nigger's mouth feels good for you?"
"Oh, yeah," gasped John. "Oh, yeah."
Suddenly John started cumming, quickly filling Shanika's mouth with hot sperm. She continued to suck and tried to swallow as much as she could, but semen started to leak out from between her lips, running down his glistening member.
"That's it, baby. Let it all go. Keep cumming for me," Helen coaxed in a husky voice. "Right in the nigger's face."
He spasmed a couple more times and then relaxed. Shanika started licking up the cum that had leaked from her mouth, sucking it up from the pubic hair on his cock and balls.
Helen came around and kissed him deeply and he released Shanika's head and put his arms around his wife. Finished with the tongue bath she was administering, she moved back out of the way of the couple, remaining on her knees, waiting for further instructions.
The white woman slid into her husband's lap and they continued to kiss as John wound down from his orgasm.
"Thank you, darling," he said. "That was fantastic."
"Well, I'm glad you liked it," she replied and kissed him again before getting up. "How about some more champagne?"
Helen walked over to the table where a champagne bottle in an ice bucket and two champagne glasses sat. She filled both glasses and walked over to her husband who stood to accept on of the glasses. They silently toasted each other, kissed, and went to sit on the couch to enjoy their drinks.
The couch faced the spot where Shanika kneeled on the floor. Helen whispered in her husbands ear and then spoke to the black slave girl. "Display yourself like you did at the auction, girl," she ordered.
Shanika spread her knees wide and placed her hands behind her head thrusting her full black breasts forward. Her chain hung between them. There was small amount of semen on one cheek and her chin.
"Isn't that darling?" Helen asked John. "It almost gets me hot seeing our little nigger girl showing off like that!"
John stared and the negro slave girl drinking in the sight her displaying her young black body to him. "Yeah," he agreed. "It's hot."
Helen put her hand between her husband's legs. "My, my, my!" she laughed. "I think you'll be ready for action again soon!"
"I think I'm ready now!", he replied, standing up. He helped Helen up and the two of them walked to the bedroom. "You don't mind if I bring the nigger, too, do you? I'd love to have her with us. It'd be like a threesome."
"You're the birthday boy," she replied, "but this time I get the present! Bring her along." Then she spoke to Shanika. "Come along, girl. Don't get up. Stay on all fours. Like a nigger dog."
John picked up Shanika's chain and she put her arms down and leaned forward on her hands. The black slave girl followed the white couple into the bedroom on all fours, led on a leash. As she went along behind them like that she couldn't help noticing that tingling feeling in her stomach and the wetness between her legs.
Helen laid on the bed, opened her gown, revealing her breasts, and motioned to her husband to join her. He climbed into bed with her and sat on his knees looking at her. Shanika's chain was still in his hand. He bent over his wife and began to kiss her pink nipples, taking one into his mouth and gently sucking on it. His ass in the air, he tugged at the slave girls chain.
"Lick my ass, nigger," he ordered, momentarily letting his wife's nipple slip out of his lips.
Shanika climbed into the bed and put her face up to the white man's ass. She began to kiss it. Again and again, moving closer to his asshole. When she reached it, she kissed it a couple of times and then began to run her tongue over it. John moaned and his dick jerked as she pushed her tongue it. She reached between his legs and started massaging his balls as she rimmed him. Moving her hand forward she started squeezing his raging hard on, causing him to gasp. Shanika kept licking, running her tongue between his asshole and balls and back again, pausing to push it in. Each time she did it he groaned in pleasure and pre-cum started dripping from his cock.
Noticing how worked up her husband was, Helen told him, "time to fuck me. Time to fuck your baby, Daddy."
"Pull my panties off, nigger," she ordered Shanika. "Pull them off, my little black bitch."
The black girl stopped tonguing the white man's ass and moved around to remove Helen's panties. The white woman lifted her hips to allow her slave girl to pull them down her legs and off. She spread her legs and her husband got between them, mounting her.
"Now put them over your head, you black bitch," she said. "No peeking."
The panties were wet and smelled of Helen's musk. Shanika put them on over her head as ordered. Even this latest humiliation did nothing to dampen her arousal. She listened as John plowed into Helen's cunt. She could hear the slapping sound of flesh on flesh as he pounded his wife's pussy. She almost put her hand between her own legs in order to get some relief for herself.
"That's it, Daddy. Fuck baby's pussy. Fuck it good," cooed the white woman. The vigor of John's fucking increased. "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me! Oh, yes. Yes! Yes!" Helen climaxed loudly and her husband couldn't hold back any longer.
"Here I cum, Baby," he cried. The bed creaked in time to the married couple's fucking and gradually slowed as they lay spent.
"Oh, Daddy!" cooed his wife, "you were wonderful!"
Shanika listed as the two gradually caught their breath. Finally, she felt the bed bounce a little as John rolled off Helen and lay on his side next to his wife.
"Daddy?" she said to her husband in a little girl voice. "Would it be ok if I have the nigger go down on me? I've always wanted to see what it would be like to have another woman eat me."
"I was hoping you'd want to do that!" he replied. "I fantasize about that allot."
"Thank you, Daddy!" she exclaimed.
"Ok, girl. Take those panties off and come and eat me." she said to Shanika. "Suck all that cum out of my pussy like a good nigger."
The slave girl took her mistress's wet panties off her head and saw the white woman lying before her with her legs spread. Her husband's semen was leaking out of her pussy. Some in her curly brown pubic hair and some in a puddle on the sheet between her legs.
Shanika had never gone down on a woman before. She hadn't even had a lesbian experience until the day of her interview. That was just getting fondled a little by Debbie, and last night she was on the receiving end from Shonelle and Traleen. She considered herself completely straight and didn't find the prospect of eating Helen's cream pie very appetizing. But she was a slave and she must service her mistress.
The colored girl leaned forward on her hands and knees and crawled between the white woman's legs. She put her mouth right in front her mistress's sticky, wet, cum covered pussy.
"Kiss it!" ordered Helen. "Kiss it, you black bitch."
Shanika pressed her black face into the white woman's crotch and kissed her. Then again. She could feel the the combination of semen and pussy juice smeared on her as she put her lips to Helen's freshly fucked pussy. She kissed it a few more times before she poked her pink tongue from between her brown lips and started licking. She pushed her tongue into her hairy white cunt and started lapping up mess left by the woman's husband.
Helen responded by closing her thighs on the negro girl's head, moaning with pleasure.
"Oh, you are a good little pussy licker. Such a good licker!" she cooed.
The black girl continued to lap at the white woman's cunt and then started to flick her clit with her tongue. Helen responded with another loud moan and squeezed Shanika's head tighter between her thighs. Her hips started bucking, literally masturbating herself on negro slave's black face. Shanika licked and sucked furiously.
"That's it, my little nigger pussy girl. Lick me good. Suck my pussy, my little black bitch. Make me cum."
The bed creaked in time to Helen's thrusts. Shanika could barely breath as she continued to service her mistress.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she cried. "Oh, kiss me, Daddy. I'm almost there!" she said to her husband. At that Shanika felt new wetness on her face as the white woman climaxed. "Mmmm," she moaned.
At last her humping subsided and she released her grip on her slave girl's head. Shanika sat back, gulping for air. The scent of the white woman was strong and the black girls face was shiny with her juices. She saw that Helen had her arms around her husband and he held her as she came down from her orgasm.
Shanika just sat there on her knees, waiting for further orders, as the mix of pussy juice and semen dried on her face. Her own pussy throbbed with unsatisfied desire.
"Damn, that was hot, baby," said John breathlessly. "I always imagined what it would be like to see you with another woman, but that was incredible."
Helen looked up at him. "I thought so, too." She pulled him toward her and kissed him again.
"You're not going to believe this, baby, but I'm ready to go again," he said, "I mean that was so hot, I'd have to be dead not to get hard again after seeing it."
"But, Daddy, your baby's exhausted!" she complained. "Why don't you use the nigger's pussy? I bet she's ready to be fucked."
"Her face is a mess," said John.
"Then bend her over and fuck her!" replied Helen. "C'mon, Daddy, Hurry up and use the nigger's pussy and come back to me!"
"Turn around and bend over, nigger. Time for you to get some white cock in you," he ordered Shanika.
The cum covered negro girl turned around on her elbows and knees, displaying her sex to the white man.
"Oooh, look!," exclaimed Helen. "She's just like a little nigger monkey presenting like that! Use her, Daddy. I want to see you use the little black bitch."
Her husband required no further prompting. He went up to Shanika and easily slid his stiff white cock into her wet black pussy and started pumping with no preliminaries. He fucked her hard and fast. Shanika gasped and her chain jingled melodically with each stroke. She had been denied any pleasure for herself up to now and she was ready to explode. She could feel his balls slapping against her and his hands gripping her hips. She could tell an orgasm was building up inside her just as John grunted and ejaculated weakly inside her leaving her frustrated and unsatisfied.
"Oh, man," he said as he lay beside his wife. "I've had it. I thought I could fuck that nigger bitch all night, but that's all I've got."
Shanika, not knowing what else to do, remained on her elbows and knees, her cum covered face resting on the mattress at the foot of the bed. Her ass was in the air and a little semen ran out of her used black pussy and down one leg. She wished that John could have lasted a little longer, she had been so close.
Helen rolled on her side and ran her fingers through her husband's chest hair. Then she looked at Shanika. "All right, fun's over. Off the bed, nigger. Get on the floor where you belong."
The black slave girl got off the bed and laid on the floor at the foot of the bed like she was the family dog. Meanwhile the white couple held each other in post-coital bliss.
She must have fallen asleep because the next thing she knew, daylight was streaming in the bedroom window. John and Helen were stirring in their bed. Shanika was cold and stiff on the floor, a crust of dried cum on her face and between her legs.
"Well, Daddy, it isn't your birthday anymore, but you're present's still here," she giggled.
"Sorry, baby. I'm not recharged yet. Maybe twenty years ago I'd be raring to go," he explained.
"Ok," she said, "I'll call and have them take her back. I've got to take a shower."
Helen picked up the phone next to the bed. "This is room 205. Could you send someone up to take this nigger away?" There was a pause. "That's right, we're through with her now. Thanks."
In a few minutes there was a knock at the door. "Time for you to go, girl," she said to Shanika. She handed the slave girl the ankle and wrist cuffs. "I'm sure they'll want these back, too."
Helen went to the door with her slave in tow. The same negro girl in the bandana and work shirt was there. "Here girl, we're all done with this nigger." She handed the negro girl Shanika's chain.
"Yes, ma'am," said the girl who then pulled on the slave's chain and led the naked black girl to the service stairway.
Once again, they encountered the old cleaning lady pushing a housekeeping cart. The gray haired black woman looked Shanika over, Shanika lowered her head in shame knowing what a sight she must be.
She was led down the stairs and outside into the sunlight. The negro girl pulled on Shanika's chain to hurry her towards the slave barn where she would be made presentable again.
Yolanda tugged at the chain connected to Shanika's collar and led her to the barn where she had initially been shorn and shaved to be prepared for resale. The older black woman took the young slave girl to one of stalls equipped with a hose to get her cleaned up. She started by spreading shaving cream on her pussy and used a razor to get it nice and smooth the way the bidders liked it. Next she scrubbed her down with a bristle brush and a bucket of soapy water. She was more gentle with the brush when cleaning Roy's sperm from Shanika's face. Finally Yolanda hosed her off with cold water and led her back outside.
Today wasn't an arrival day. No new slaves had been recruited for sale. Only slaves to be resold would be auctioned today and Shanika noticed fewer bidders were gathering near the platform.where she had been sold the day before. Yolanda attached Shanika's chain to an eye bolt mounted on the wall of building to display her once again to prospective buyers.
There were at least a dozen white men checking out the merchandise. Shanika had learned to display her body to them by placing her hands behind her head to get her breasts to hang nicely and then turn around to show off her thick black ass whenever someone approached. Occasionally she'd be instructed to bend over or sit with her legs spread for a more intimate inspection.
Right before the auction a middle aged white lady walked towards her, stopping before she got as close as the men usually did. Shanika displayed herself for the woman.
"You're pretty for a colored girl," said the woman.
"Thank you, ma'am," replied Shanika.
"How old are you?" she asked.
"Twenty eight, ma'am." answered the black girl.
"I need to have a better look at your... uh... you know, between your legs," the older lady stammered.
"Yes, ma'am," said Shanika, who sat and spread her legs wide so the white lady could get a good look at her pussy.
"I just want to see that you're... uh... you know, healthy, if you know what I mean."
"Yes, ma'am." She didn't know, but it didn't matter. If the white lady wanted to see her pussy, Shanika would show it to her.
The woman looked her over again and hurried to the next slave girl on display.
And then it was time for the auction. Shanika watched as a young nervous looking teenage slave girl, maybe nineteen at the most, was sold for 450. A scruffy looking white man, old enough to be her daddy, happily led her away in chains.
Nydia, who Shanika remembered from the ride to the club, was next. The slender black woman seemed to be a returning favorite as the bids went all the way to 600 for her. Two twenty-something white men exchanged high fives when their bid proved to be the winner. They took Nydia off down the path towards the cabins.
Then it was Shanika's turn. Yolanda led her to the block through the dusty court yard. She felt the eyes of the white folks on her as she climbed the steps up the platform and up on to the block. She displayed herself to the bidders without having to be told.
One man she recognized from last night started the bidding off. He was part of the group that watched Shonelle and Traleen bring her to orgasm at Debbie's instructions. Then the white lady who had spoken to Shanika prior to the auction raised the bid. It went back and forth with the lady finally putting forth the winning bid at 300.
Yolanda led her down the steps and presented her to her new mistress. The white lady signed the paper and accepted Shanika's chain.
"Thank you for buying me, Mistress" said Shanika, without being prompted. She was learning quickly to be an obedient slave girl.
"Yes. Uh, no need to call me Mistress. It sounds kind of strange to me," she said. "My name is Helen, all right?"
"Yes, ma'am, Miz Helen," Shanika replied.
Helen spoke to Yolanda, "I've arranged for a suite in the main house, can you have the girl sent to me in half an hour? I've need to attend to a few things first."
"Yes, ma'am," replied Yolanda. "She'll be delivered to your room then."
Again Shanika was to be an object. Something to be sent up to this white lady's suite like breakfast from room service. She watched as the woman walked away and disappeared into the main house.
Yolanda led Shanika to the side of the platform, securing her chain to an iron post set into the ground. "You'll wait here until it's time to deliver you to your mistress."
She recognized Shonelle and Traleen as they were led to the auction block. Apparently the two sisters were to be sold as a set. There was barely room for both of the large light skinned teenagers to display themselves to the potential buyers. The bids increased quickly with three separate parties participating. The girls finally went for 950. Their new master seemed quite pleased to be leading the two girls towards the main house.
As Shanika watched them heading away she saw a short negro girl wearing an old cotton skirt and a denim work shirt approached her from the direction of the main house. Younger than Shanika, she wore a bandana over her close cropped hair. The girl also wore a thick leather collar fastened with a silver colored buckle around her neck.
"I is s'posed to take you to yo' mistress now," she said, reaching for the chain that hung from Shanika's collar. The girl led her at a slower pace that made it easy for the shackled slave to keep up, leaving some slack in the chain.
They entered through a service entrance and then went up a narrow staircase. Shanika's ankle chain clanked on the wooden steps as she climbed. At the top of the stairs the negro girl pushed open a door and led the chained black woman through. Shanika felt the plush carpet under her feet as she was taken down the corridor. The place reminded her of a nice hotel.
A heavy set black woman with short graying hair in a faded grey work dress and white apron was vacuuming floor. She looked up from her work and exchanged nods with the girl leading Shanika to her new mistress's room. Shanika became more aware of that she was completely naked and in restraints as the old housekeeper looked right at her, the gray haired negress's eyes slowly taking in the slave girl's nude body.
They walked past her and she returned to her task. The negro girl knocked on one of the doors and looked Shanika up and down as they waited for an answer, there eyes met as the door opened.
Helen was wearing a robe and had a towel around her hair. "Has it been a half hour already?" she asked. "Well never mind. Bring her in and put her where she'll be out of the way for now."
Shanika felt as if she were luggage being delivered to a traveler's hotel room. The negro girl let go of the chain leaving Shanika standing near the wall in the entrance way. She looked around her surroundings and saw a couch and two big easy chairs facing a heavy wooden coffee table. A desk and chair were facing a wall with a doorway in it. Through the open door, She could see an old fashioned four poster bed.
"Don't forget, I want champagne sent up on ice in half an hour," Helen instructed the young negro girl.
"Yes'm. I won't forget," she answered and left, closing the door behind her.
Helen took the towel of her head revealing her wet auburn colored hair. The white lady stepped into the bathroom and Shanika heard the sound of a blow dryer start up. The slave girl stood where she'd been left and waited, wondering what this white woman was up to.
After a few minutes she heard the blow dryer stop and Helen emerged from the bathroom still in her robe. She removed the robe and hung it up. She was wearing shear panties but no bra. Shanika saw her firm white breasts and pink nipples. Tan lines clearly showed the contrast with the rest of her body. Helen seemed totally oblivious to Shanika's presence while she put on a shear negligee gown. She showed no modesty and made no effort to hide her nudity from the black slave girl. It was as if she were dressing in front of a pet.
She briefly stepped back into the bathroom and emerged wearing red lipstick, spraying herself with perfume. Finally she walked over to Shanika, looking her over carefully.
"I didn't get a good chance to look you over properly earlier. Open your mouth," she ordered.
Shanika complied and the white lady pulled her bottom lip out and then the top examining her teeth.
"Lift your arms."
Again, Shanika did as instructed. "Hmmm, kind of stubbley, but there isn't much time and it's not that bad," she said to herself.
"Ok. Come with me," she ordered. The older woman picked up the chain on Shanika's collar and led the negro slave girl into the bedroom. The links jangled as she shuffled where she was pulled to.
"My husband will be here soon and I want everything to be just so for him. You are not to speak, just do what I say. Is that clear?" she asked.
"Yes'm, Miz Helen," replied Shanika.
"Now I want to get these chains off of you. I'm afraid they'll catch on my gown." Helen removed the wrist and ankle cuffs and then looked her naked slave girl over again. "You know, I think I'll leave the collar on. John will get a thrill out of it."
There was a knock on the door to the outside hall.
"Oh, shit!" exclaimed Helen. "That might be him. Quick, I want you on your knees facing away from the door."
Shanika turned around, her back towards the doorway to the living room of the suite and got on her knees.
"Now bend over with your face on the floor. I want your ass up in the air."
The slave girl bent over pushing her black ass up and placing her face on the carpeted bedroom floor.
"Spread you legs more. As far as you can, but keep that ass up." Helen had lost whatever inhibitions she'd had ordering her black slave girl to do her bidding.
Shanika complied, spreading her legs as wide as she could as she heard another knock on the door.
"Stay like that," ordered Helen, who left the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
Shanika heard muffled voices followed by the outer door closing. Immediately the bedroom door opened.
"It was just the champagne, but John will be here soon," she said, thoughtfully inspecting the slave girl, her most private parts obscenely presented to her.
"Damn, that just won't do," she said, more to herself than to Shanika. "I like the kneeling and face on the floor, it's so deliciously submissive. But I want him to be able to see what he's getting without crawling around like some a****l. Get up on the bed, same position."
Climbing on to the bed, Shanika again assumed the position with her ass in the air, her legs spread wide, her face on the bed. Apparently crawling around an a****l was fine for the young black slave girl.
"That's good. He'll be able to see everything this way. Stay like that," Helen instructed as she laid out Shanika's chain past the kneeling negro girl and hung it over the far side of the bed. Shanika heard the bedroom door close and she was alone, waiting to be presented to Helen's husband.
Time progressed slowly for the naked colored girl. She waited patiently, bent over as if in supplication. Her legs spread wide giving anyone who entered the room an eyeful of black ass and cunt. She felt her muscles stiffening in the cool air. She was alone with the sound of her own breathing and heart beating to keep her company.
After many minutes passed Shanika heard a knock on the outer door. A few seconds later she heard muffled voices, a man and a woman. Helen's husband must be here, she thought. The voices continued, broken occasionally by laughter. After a few minutes she heard a loud pop, followed by more laughter. They must have opened the champagne, thought Shanika. More time went by, the naked slave girl simply waited to be used.
Finally she heard the bedroom door open and felt the breeze it stirred on her bare flesh.
"No peeking, now," laughed Helen. Shanika couldn't see the door from her position on the bed but could sense another presence.
"Ok, you can look now," Helen giggled. "Happy birthday, darling!"
"Holy shit, Helen!" a male voice exclaimed. "How did you know? You know I had a feeling when you called me to come up here, but I couldn't believe you'd really do it!"
"Well," Helen said softly, "you're a wonderful husband and I thought 'What would John like more than anything?'. And this is what I came up with. A nigger girl for you to use! She's ours for the rest of the day."
"I don't know what to say, Helen," the man said, "this is great!" Shanika heard the sounds of the couple kissing.
"Go ahead, go and touch her. I know you want to!" said Helen, obviously pleased by her husbands reaction to her gift.
Shanika shuddered as she felt the man's hands on her ass, gently caressing her.
"Don't be shy, John. You can play with her pussy or whatever you want. It's ok. You'll be able to fuck her and everything! It's not like your cheating on me with another woman. It's only a nigger!" Helen's voice suddenly got sultry. "But I get to watch."
His hands roamed to her pussy and rubbed the entire length of her slit. Shanika wiggled her ass a little in response. Encouraged, the caresses continued and she felt his finger penetrate her.
"Wow, she's really wet," said John. "She must like it like this." He put a second finger in Shanika's vagina.
"Probably," said Helen. "So what do you want to do first?"
"I don't know," replied John. "This is just so cool!"
"Well, you've been bugging me to go down on you even though you know I don't like it. Why don't you have the nigger suck your cock?" suggested Helen. "I want some of that cock myself, so if you get off in the nigger's mouth first I'll be able to get a nice long fucking."
"Sounds good to me. How about we go in the living room so I can sit in one of those over-stuffed chairs?" he asked.
"Grab that chain and bring her on out," she replied.
John slipped his fingers out of the slave girl's cunt and grabbed the chain. "C'mon, girl. Let's go, I've got something for you."
Shanika got up and John led her into the living room where Helen was already waiting. He undressed and Shanika could see his white cock was fully erect and throbbing. He sat in the chair and pulled her towards him by the chain. She dropped to her knees, knowing what she was expected to do.
She started licking the tip of his cock and the up and down the sides. John moaned with pleasure. She reached one hand up between his legs and began caressing his balls as she took his white cock between her dark lips. She sucked him and used her tongue on him even while he was in her mouth. His hips started bucking gently and she felt his hands on her stubble covered scalp.
"Oh, yeah," murmured John as Shanika began bobbing her head up and down over his shaft. She was slurping loudly as he bucked harder. Helen got out of her chair and walked behind John's. She reached over and began gently rubbing her hands on her husbands chest as the black girl continued to suck him off.
"You like that, baby?" Helen whispered to him. "You like having that nigger suck your cock?"
"Uh, huh."
"Mmmm. I thought you would," she cooed. "Just relax and enjoy it. We've got all night. You can use her however you want. She's your nigger tonight. All yours, baby. My gift to you."
John clutched Shanika's head in his hands and thrust his white cock into the negro girl's mouth faster and faster.
His breath quickened and he groaned. Both Helen and Shanika knew he was close.
"You gonna cum now, baby?" asked Helen. "You gonna cum for me? All up in your nigger's face? That's right, baby, fuck her black face. Cum in those big soft nigger lips. It feels good, doesn't it baby? Your nigger's mouth feels good for you?"
"Oh, yeah," gasped John. "Oh, yeah."
Suddenly John started cumming, quickly filling Shanika's mouth with hot sperm. She continued to suck and tried to swallow as much as she could, but semen started to leak out from between her lips, running down his glistening member.
"That's it, baby. Let it all go. Keep cumming for me," Helen coaxed in a husky voice. "Right in the nigger's face."
He spasmed a couple more times and then relaxed. Shanika started licking up the cum that had leaked from her mouth, sucking it up from the pubic hair on his cock and balls.
Helen came around and kissed him deeply and he released Shanika's head and put his arms around his wife. Finished with the tongue bath she was administering, she moved back out of the way of the couple, remaining on her knees, waiting for further instructions.
The white woman slid into her husband's lap and they continued to kiss as John wound down from his orgasm.
"Thank you, darling," he said. "That was fantastic."
"Well, I'm glad you liked it," she replied and kissed him again before getting up. "How about some more champagne?"
Helen walked over to the table where a champagne bottle in an ice bucket and two champagne glasses sat. She filled both glasses and walked over to her husband who stood to accept on of the glasses. They silently toasted each other, kissed, and went to sit on the couch to enjoy their drinks.
The couch faced the spot where Shanika kneeled on the floor. Helen whispered in her husbands ear and then spoke to the black slave girl. "Display yourself like you did at the auction, girl," she ordered.
Shanika spread her knees wide and placed her hands behind her head thrusting her full black breasts forward. Her chain hung between them. There was small amount of semen on one cheek and her chin.
"Isn't that darling?" Helen asked John. "It almost gets me hot seeing our little nigger girl showing off like that!"
John stared and the negro slave girl drinking in the sight her displaying her young black body to him. "Yeah," he agreed. "It's hot."
Helen put her hand between her husband's legs. "My, my, my!" she laughed. "I think you'll be ready for action again soon!"
"I think I'm ready now!", he replied, standing up. He helped Helen up and the two of them walked to the bedroom. "You don't mind if I bring the nigger, too, do you? I'd love to have her with us. It'd be like a threesome."
"You're the birthday boy," she replied, "but this time I get the present! Bring her along." Then she spoke to Shanika. "Come along, girl. Don't get up. Stay on all fours. Like a nigger dog."
John picked up Shanika's chain and she put her arms down and leaned forward on her hands. The black slave girl followed the white couple into the bedroom on all fours, led on a leash. As she went along behind them like that she couldn't help noticing that tingling feeling in her stomach and the wetness between her legs.
Helen laid on the bed, opened her gown, revealing her breasts, and motioned to her husband to join her. He climbed into bed with her and sat on his knees looking at her. Shanika's chain was still in his hand. He bent over his wife and began to kiss her pink nipples, taking one into his mouth and gently sucking on it. His ass in the air, he tugged at the slave girls chain.
"Lick my ass, nigger," he ordered, momentarily letting his wife's nipple slip out of his lips.
Shanika climbed into the bed and put her face up to the white man's ass. She began to kiss it. Again and again, moving closer to his asshole. When she reached it, she kissed it a couple of times and then began to run her tongue over it. John moaned and his dick jerked as she pushed her tongue it. She reached between his legs and started massaging his balls as she rimmed him. Moving her hand forward she started squeezing his raging hard on, causing him to gasp. Shanika kept licking, running her tongue between his asshole and balls and back again, pausing to push it in. Each time she did it he groaned in pleasure and pre-cum started dripping from his cock.
Noticing how worked up her husband was, Helen told him, "time to fuck me. Time to fuck your baby, Daddy."
"Pull my panties off, nigger," she ordered Shanika. "Pull them off, my little black bitch."
The black girl stopped tonguing the white man's ass and moved around to remove Helen's panties. The white woman lifted her hips to allow her slave girl to pull them down her legs and off. She spread her legs and her husband got between them, mounting her.
"Now put them over your head, you black bitch," she said. "No peeking."
The panties were wet and smelled of Helen's musk. Shanika put them on over her head as ordered. Even this latest humiliation did nothing to dampen her arousal. She listened as John plowed into Helen's cunt. She could hear the slapping sound of flesh on flesh as he pounded his wife's pussy. She almost put her hand between her own legs in order to get some relief for herself.
"That's it, Daddy. Fuck baby's pussy. Fuck it good," cooed the white woman. The vigor of John's fucking increased. "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me! Oh, yes. Yes! Yes!" Helen climaxed loudly and her husband couldn't hold back any longer.
"Here I cum, Baby," he cried. The bed creaked in time to the married couple's fucking and gradually slowed as they lay spent.
"Oh, Daddy!" cooed his wife, "you were wonderful!"
Shanika listed as the two gradually caught their breath. Finally, she felt the bed bounce a little as John rolled off Helen and lay on his side next to his wife.
"Daddy?" she said to her husband in a little girl voice. "Would it be ok if I have the nigger go down on me? I've always wanted to see what it would be like to have another woman eat me."
"I was hoping you'd want to do that!" he replied. "I fantasize about that allot."
"Thank you, Daddy!" she exclaimed.
"Ok, girl. Take those panties off and come and eat me." she said to Shanika. "Suck all that cum out of my pussy like a good nigger."
The slave girl took her mistress's wet panties off her head and saw the white woman lying before her with her legs spread. Her husband's semen was leaking out of her pussy. Some in her curly brown pubic hair and some in a puddle on the sheet between her legs.
Shanika had never gone down on a woman before. She hadn't even had a lesbian experience until the day of her interview. That was just getting fondled a little by Debbie, and last night she was on the receiving end from Shonelle and Traleen. She considered herself completely straight and didn't find the prospect of eating Helen's cream pie very appetizing. But she was a slave and she must service her mistress.
The colored girl leaned forward on her hands and knees and crawled between the white woman's legs. She put her mouth right in front her mistress's sticky, wet, cum covered pussy.
"Kiss it!" ordered Helen. "Kiss it, you black bitch."
Shanika pressed her black face into the white woman's crotch and kissed her. Then again. She could feel the the combination of semen and pussy juice smeared on her as she put her lips to Helen's freshly fucked pussy. She kissed it a few more times before she poked her pink tongue from between her brown lips and started licking. She pushed her tongue into her hairy white cunt and started lapping up mess left by the woman's husband.
Helen responded by closing her thighs on the negro girl's head, moaning with pleasure.
"Oh, you are a good little pussy licker. Such a good licker!" she cooed.
The black girl continued to lap at the white woman's cunt and then started to flick her clit with her tongue. Helen responded with another loud moan and squeezed Shanika's head tighter between her thighs. Her hips started bucking, literally masturbating herself on negro slave's black face. Shanika licked and sucked furiously.
"That's it, my little nigger pussy girl. Lick me good. Suck my pussy, my little black bitch. Make me cum."
The bed creaked in time to Helen's thrusts. Shanika could barely breath as she continued to service her mistress.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she cried. "Oh, kiss me, Daddy. I'm almost there!" she said to her husband. At that Shanika felt new wetness on her face as the white woman climaxed. "Mmmm," she moaned.
At last her humping subsided and she released her grip on her slave girl's head. Shanika sat back, gulping for air. The scent of the white woman was strong and the black girls face was shiny with her juices. She saw that Helen had her arms around her husband and he held her as she came down from her orgasm.
Shanika just sat there on her knees, waiting for further orders, as the mix of pussy juice and semen dried on her face. Her own pussy throbbed with unsatisfied desire.
"Damn, that was hot, baby," said John breathlessly. "I always imagined what it would be like to see you with another woman, but that was incredible."
Helen looked up at him. "I thought so, too." She pulled him toward her and kissed him again.
"You're not going to believe this, baby, but I'm ready to go again," he said, "I mean that was so hot, I'd have to be dead not to get hard again after seeing it."
"But, Daddy, your baby's exhausted!" she complained. "Why don't you use the nigger's pussy? I bet she's ready to be fucked."
"Her face is a mess," said John.
"Then bend her over and fuck her!" replied Helen. "C'mon, Daddy, Hurry up and use the nigger's pussy and come back to me!"
"Turn around and bend over, nigger. Time for you to get some white cock in you," he ordered Shanika.
The cum covered negro girl turned around on her elbows and knees, displaying her sex to the white man.
"Oooh, look!," exclaimed Helen. "She's just like a little nigger monkey presenting like that! Use her, Daddy. I want to see you use the little black bitch."
Her husband required no further prompting. He went up to Shanika and easily slid his stiff white cock into her wet black pussy and started pumping with no preliminaries. He fucked her hard and fast. Shanika gasped and her chain jingled melodically with each stroke. She had been denied any pleasure for herself up to now and she was ready to explode. She could feel his balls slapping against her and his hands gripping her hips. She could tell an orgasm was building up inside her just as John grunted and ejaculated weakly inside her leaving her frustrated and unsatisfied.
"Oh, man," he said as he lay beside his wife. "I've had it. I thought I could fuck that nigger bitch all night, but that's all I've got."
Shanika, not knowing what else to do, remained on her elbows and knees, her cum covered face resting on the mattress at the foot of the bed. Her ass was in the air and a little semen ran out of her used black pussy and down one leg. She wished that John could have lasted a little longer, she had been so close.
Helen rolled on her side and ran her fingers through her husband's chest hair. Then she looked at Shanika. "All right, fun's over. Off the bed, nigger. Get on the floor where you belong."
The black slave girl got off the bed and laid on the floor at the foot of the bed like she was the family dog. Meanwhile the white couple held each other in post-coital bliss.
She must have fallen asleep because the next thing she knew, daylight was streaming in the bedroom window. John and Helen were stirring in their bed. Shanika was cold and stiff on the floor, a crust of dried cum on her face and between her legs.
"Well, Daddy, it isn't your birthday anymore, but you're present's still here," she giggled.
"Sorry, baby. I'm not recharged yet. Maybe twenty years ago I'd be raring to go," he explained.
"Ok," she said, "I'll call and have them take her back. I've got to take a shower."
Helen picked up the phone next to the bed. "This is room 205. Could you send someone up to take this nigger away?" There was a pause. "That's right, we're through with her now. Thanks."
In a few minutes there was a knock at the door. "Time for you to go, girl," she said to Shanika. She handed the slave girl the ankle and wrist cuffs. "I'm sure they'll want these back, too."
Helen went to the door with her slave in tow. The same negro girl in the bandana and work shirt was there. "Here girl, we're all done with this nigger." She handed the negro girl Shanika's chain.
"Yes, ma'am," said the girl who then pulled on the slave's chain and led the naked black girl to the service stairway.
Once again, they encountered the old cleaning lady pushing a housekeeping cart. The gray haired black woman looked Shanika over, Shanika lowered her head in shame knowing what a sight she must be.
She was led down the stairs and outside into the sunlight. The negro girl pulled on Shanika's chain to hurry her towards the slave barn where she would be made presentable again.
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