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Shanika at the Plantation Club Chapter 7

 
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Shanika at the Plantation Club Chapter 7Chapter 7 - The ReturnSeveral weeks had passed since Shanika's weekend at the Plantation Club. Some mornings she would wake having dreamed she was still there: naked and chained, standing on the auction block, the lust in the eyes of the white folks as they bid their money for her black body.As she came out of her slumber, she'd become aware of her surroundings: her bedroom in her apartment, the sounds of the city outside her window. Gradually the clarity of the dream would begin to fade until nothing remained except a slight sense of longing and a tingling feeling deep inside her.It almost seemed like a lifetime ago for her, even though her hair had only now grown to be stylishly short instead of slave stubble. Had it really been her?, she thought. The whole adventure seemed like a dream and lately her mind had kept wandering back there.In the end all it took was a phone call. The arrangements were made and here she was, stepping off the bus and walking to where the van waited to return her to that other life. She recognized Steve the driver as he watched her approach."Well, well, well," he leered. "Looks who's back. I was hoping I hadn't seen the last of you." He climbed out of the van and went around the back to open the door. Shanika followed without speaking."Hop in, nigger," he said. "Get those clothes off. You know what to do."She stepped through the door into the van. She'd forgotten how exposed she felt undressing here, just a few feet from the sidewalk where the occasional pedestrian walked by. Nobody seemed to look her way, though, except for Steve. She had his full attention. Shanika pulled her tee shirt off and slipped off her sandals. She came dressed in clothing that would be easy to get out of knowing that she'd be traveling nude. Like a slave."That's ok, take your time," he encouraged her, "I could watch you all day."She pulled down her pants together with her panties revealing her naked black pussy. Although she had let her hair grow back, she chose to keep her pubic area shaved."Ah!" exclaimed Steve, "bald coochie! Damn, girl! You're making it hard for me to keep from just jumping up in there and havin' me some of that!" Her face burned with embarrassment as she noticed that an elderly white couple looked her way from the sidewalk having overheard Steve's outburst. She doubted that they could see her in the shadow inside the van, but she felt exposed anyway.He licked his lips as she removed her bra, her full black breasts spilling out. He watched intently as she bent over to put her clothes in an empty box on the floor, displaying her ample negro ass to the grinning white man."Now that is one fine booty, I'm tellin' you. I mean, even for a nigger that's a fine booty." He paused for a long moment. "Well, might as well get comfortable for the ride. Two more to go and it's off to the ranch."Steve's comments made her flush with shame. It was if he was admiring a prize a****l instead of a young woman. But mixed with the shame, she felt that familiar tingle again.He closed the door and she stepped through the curtain into the dimly lit cargo area. A very large, very dark black woman with short cropped hair sat on the left bench. She looked up and smiled at Shanika. Next to her sat an older, perhaps in her late thirties, colored lady of average proportions. This woman had very distinct African features: broad nose, thick lips, dark skin, short nappy hair. She, too, smiled at Shanika as she looked around to see her fellow human cargo.On the right sat Nydia, who Shanika remembered from her first journey to the club. She sat down next to her."Well, girl, where've you been?" asked Nydia. "I thought fer sure you be back sooner den dis.""It took me a while to work up the nerve to come back," she replied. "I just couldn't believe how it was there and how I felt about it.""I knows what you mean," said Nydia. "When I first gots home, it just didn't seem real. Like it didn't really happen. But I kept thinking 'bout it all da time."Shanika nodded. "Yeah, it was strange. I mean those white folks treated me like I was some kind of thing. Leading me around like a dog. The way they looked at me... The way they used me for their own pleasure like I didn't matter. Like I was a sex toy or something. Something to fuck. Something to amuse them. It was so humiliating and degrading."But... I don't know... something about it was exciting. I got so turned on by it. But I was so ashamed that I liked it. To be treated like an a****l. Like a slave. It was so confusing. But at the end I just gave myself over to it. When I got home I couldn't believe what I'd done there.Nydia smiled at her. "I knows it, girl. An' now you knows it. It's what I trys to tell you las' time."The two black women sitting across from them were listening as they spoke. "That's why I come back," said the older one. "My name is Yvonne. I don't mean to butt in, but that's exactly why I come back. It ain't for the money. It's for the thrill of it." She lowered her voice. "My husband thinks I'm visiting my momma. He just can't do it for me like this. When we're having sex, I'm thinking of those horny white men. He never looks anadolu yakası escort at me like they do. They see a sexual a****l when they look at me. A bitch in heat. A nigger. None of 'em care if I get off or not. Neither does my boring husband. But he just goes through the motions like he don't care. Those white men love to use me. And so help me, I love it, too."The big colored girl joined the conversation. "I'm Bernetha," she said. "I used to work in an office. The people there made me feel bad 'cause I was so big. I could tell the way they talked. I know they was makin' jokes 'bout me. I couldn't stand it. But at the club it's all different. I been there a bunch of times. Those men be hot for me! They think I'm sexy and they want me bad. A couple of times at the auction I went for more than any of the other girls there."Just then they heard the van door open up."Get on up in there you two," said Steve. The women heard footsteps on the other side of the curtain. "Now get them clothes off!""But people might see us!," complained a female voice."Tough shit," scoffed Steve. "You better get used to it. Niggers wearin' clothes. Tha's just stupid. Don't you worry none 'bout that. Jes get yo' black asses naked and do it now!""I tol' you already," said a second female voice. "You do like you tol'""You listen' to yo' momma, girl," Steve said. No more complaints were heard, just the sounds of the two unseen females undressing."All right then," spoke the driver. They heard the door shut and two women entered from behind the curtain.One was thick though not fat and appeared to be the same age as Yvonne. The other couldn't have been much older than eighteen. She was very dark and had big soft brown eyes that looked around at her fellow passengers, clearly uncomfortable to be seen this way. Her long thin braids hung down past her shoulders.They settled on the bench opposite Shanika, the young black girl sitting nervously with her hands clasped in her lap.The motor started and they began to move."Is this your first time?" asked Shanika.The girl nodded looking at the floor. The older one addressed them all. "I'm Maya, and this is my daughter Darla." Darla looked around at the others as her mother introduced her. "She got no use for school, jus' boys. Well, she'll get plenty of that where we goin'.""That's fo' sho'," said Nydia. "Them white boys'll want some of that, girl. You just do like they say, an' you be fine. Don' you worry none.""I know," answered Darla. And then to her mother, "I said I could do this. You'll see."They rode on in silence. After a while they turned down the rough road and were almost there. The trip didn't seem as long to Shanika this time. Finally they stopped and the rear door opened.Steve pulled the curtain aside and outside light poured in. The naked black slave girls blinked at the sudden change in brightness."You all been here before," he said opening the foot locker where their shackles were stored. "You know what to do. Get those collars and cuffs on and be quick about it."They each gathered up the hardware that they'd be wearing during their stay at the club and began to put it on. Darla looked frightened at this in spite of her brave talk earlier. Maya, having finished putting the steel collar and manacles on herself, helped her daughter. The young girl shuddered as the collar clicked around her lovely brown neck.In spite of her growing nervousness, Shanika could feel the excitement between her legs as she finished putting the cuffs on. The driver looked up at her as he finished attaching the chain between her ankles."You one excitable nigger, ain't you?" he said and reached his hand between Shanika's legs. "You soaking wet! Fuckin' A!"Shanika looked away from him, embarrassed by her condition. All the other women looked away, too, except for Darla who watched with her eyes wide."Shit. You so fuckin' wet, they gonna think I busted a nut up in there," said the driver. "Bend over, nigger, and show me that ass. I might as well get some of that coochie now."This humiliation only made her more excited. She turned away from the white man and bent over, resting her hands on the bench. Her chains jangled as she moved. She could here the clanking of the other women shifting around. She heard the drivers zipper and then felt his cock enter her wet black cunt."See, it slides right in." Steve was breathless. "You sure are one hot nigger bitch." He slammed his dick into her again and again. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the van along with the scent of her musk. He grunted which each thrust and her chains jingled in response.Two minutes was all he could last. "Take it, bitch," he growled. She felt him ejaculate into her wet black pussy. His cock started softening immediately and he withdrew from her and slapped her on the ass. "That's a girl. You like that white cock, don't you?" he asked."Yas, suh," she agreed though she hadn't been close to cumming."All right, fun's over. Stand up," he ordered, pulling his pants up. Shanika turned and stood. She could feel his semen running down her leg as he attached the chains between the slave's collars. ataşehir escort She looked around at the other women who had just witnessed the driver using her to relieve his excitement.He led them out, with Shanika in the lead. He like to have whichever negress he'd just used as the first of the daisy chain of slave girls.She surveyed the scene before her. Nothing had changed. The slave barn, the main house, the platform, and the auction block were just as she remembered them. It was early, and only a few men had wandered over to check out the new merchandise. Soon enough she'd be on the block and off to satisfy some white man's lust.Yolanda came through the small crowd and accepted the chain from Steve the driver. She looked over the slave women, her eyes stopping momentarily on the trail of wetness on Shanika's thigh. She looked up at the driver who met her gaze."She was like that," he lied."Yes, Massa," she replied.Steve closed the van door and made his way towards the main house.Yolanda led the chain of slaves to the barn to be prepared for display and eventual sale."Well, missy, I see Massa Steve has a new favorite," she observed.Shanika felt her cheeks grow hot with shame knowing that the older woman had noticed she had just been fucked."No matter," she continued, "we'll get you all cleaned up now."As they entered the barn, Shanika noticed another slave was being washed ahead of them. Mr. Richards stood nearby watching the proceedings. He came over to Yolanda when he saw her with the captive colored women and looked each one over."Hmmm," he said. "What is it about these braids that I love so well?" Then he focused on Darla's face instead of her hair. "How old are you again?"Darla looked back at her mother and then to Mr. Richards again. "Uh... eighteen?" she stammered."Yolanda, leave the braids on the girl, shear the rest," he said.He then turned to Shanika and reached out to touch her cheek. "I remember you, girl. I was hoping you'd come back." He looked her up and down, noticing her bare pussy and raising his eyebrows before looking back at her face. "Nice."Shanika looked into the older white gentleman's eyes for a moment and then looked down and smiled, a little embarrassed. "Thank you, Massa," she said, "I's honored you remember dis nigger.""Nice," he said again. At that he walked away and outside.The older colored lady turned to the slave girl. "My, oh, my. I think he might want you for himself, missy." She unclipped the next girl's chain from Shanika's collar and led her to the stall."No need to shave that coochie, is there?" she said as she sheared off Shanika's short nappy hair with the electric clippers."No, ma'am," she replied."Let's go over here now." Yolanda led the hairless slave girl to the hose stall. "If you've got to go, you better do it now."Shanika was feeling good about herself, remembering the warm tingly sensation she got from pleasing the Massa. This new humiliation, however, urinating in front of Yolanda and the slave girls like an a****l, brought her quickly back down to earth. She looked at the ground as she squatted over the drain and emptied her bladder under the older woman's watchful eye.When she was finished peeing she looked up at her fellow slaves. They all were looking away except for Darla who stared with a panicked look on her face. Obviously the young black girl hadn't been prepared for this kind of degrading display. She was starting to realize what she was in for.Yolanda got out the brush and bucket of soapy water and began to scrub Shanika down. The bristles were harsh on her sensitive flesh, especially her nipples and tender, recently used pussy. Next she felt the cold shock of the water from the hose as Yolanda rinsed her off.Next it was Darla's turn. The young woman stood stoicly as Yolanda shaved her pussy hair off. Led over to the drain, the older woman told her to squat. Darla shook her head."Listen to me, missy," scolded Yolanda, "you better not be pissing out in the auction yard. Massa will have you whipped for that. Best you do it now.""I can't," whimpered the young negro girl, "not with everyone watching.""That's too bad. Don't cry later that you weren't warned," Yolanda told her. She proceeded to begin scrubbing the colored teen with the rough brush causing her to start fussing. She cried out as the brush scrubbed over her black nipples and pressed her thighs together as Yolanda went to scrub her freshly shaved crotch."You better open those legs, girl," warned Yolanda."No!" cried Darla, "that brush hurts!"Whap! Whap! Yolanda slapped the insolent slave girl twice across the face. "What did you say to me?" Yolanda was angry. "The word no isn't in your vocabulary anymore, missy. You'll do what you're told, and you'll do it immediately!""It hurts!" whimpered the shocked teen, her eyes wet with tears. "Not on my pussy. Please ma'am?""Open those legs now, bitch!" Yolanda ordered, "or you'll be sorry for your disobedience. Massa would be happy to have you whipped."Still sniveling, Darla parted her legs. Yolanda scrubbed her crotch hard causing the poor negro girl to cry out in pain."Don't you ever disobey me again," the colored ümraniye escort lady said in a voice that made the teen cringe. "This is your first time here so I won't report you. Believe me, if I did, you'd be the main event on the whipping post. Then you'd wish all that was happening was getting your nasty coochie scrubbed.""I'm sorry, ma'am, I swear I'll do what you say," sobbed the girl. "I'll pee now if you want.""Well, all right then," Yolanda said, her voice softening, "that's a good girl."Darla squatted over the drain, her eyes red, tears still running down her face. Her vagina burned where the brush had rubbed her raw. Slowly she began to release her piss, first in fits and starts, then in a steady stream. Afterwards Yolanda rinsed the humiliated girl down with cold water from the hose and returned her, shaking, to stand with the other slaves. She couldn't look the others in the face, not even her own mother.Yolanda led the big colored girl over to the stall to be shorn. She stood quietly as her hair was clipped off. Like Shanika, Bernetha's pussy was already bare. She didn't flinch as she was scrubbed with soapy water, even lifting her breasts so that Yolanda could get under the huge black udders.Eventually all the slaves were ready for display and Yolanda chained them together again and led them outside into the hot sunlight. The number of bidders had grown slightly in the time the negro girls were being shorn, shaved, and scrubbed. Each of them were led to their individual stations, a stool beside the exterior wall of the slave barn, and had their collar chain attached to a nearby anchor point."Don't forget, girls, hands behind head, chest out, legs spread," Yolanda reminded them, "look pretty for the Massas and Mistresses."Bidders circulated amongst the displayed colored girls. Darla was attracting a lot of attention, as the younger slaves usually did. Shanika watched as she assumed the position as she'd been instructed when a potential buyer approached her. Beyond her, Shanika saw Darla's mother, Maya, sitting on her stool with her legs spread, showing her coochie off to an older white man. Shanika looked the other way and saw a white couple speaking to Nydia. Past her, the big girl, Bernetha, was bent over with a young white man enjoying the view of her big black ass. She could just see Yvonne further along, her hands clasped behind her head.Shanika displayed her black body for a thirtyish white man who approached her. "Let's see your pussy," he ordered. She sat on the stool and spread her legs. He looked her over without further words before moving on towards Darla.Few of the other men spoke to her. Displaying her front to them and turning was usually what they wanted to see, though more than a few liked to check out the coochie.As this went on, Yolanda brought other girls out. Probably for resale, thought Shanika, since they hadn't come out with her in the van. She recognized a few, the teenage sisters Shonelle and Traleen, though their aunt Geraldine was nowhere to be seen. She remembered the pregnant girl from her last visit, though she seemed ready to burst now. Even the older skinny negress who didn't make minimum bid was chained to the wall in the display area. Shanika still felt a little sorry for the poor woman and the way she'd been led from the auction block like a dog on her hands and knees for fifty dollars.Finally, the auction was about to start. Mr. Richards stood up to the podium and the bidders began to take there seats on the benches in front of the platform. Yolanda led the first slave to be sold up to the block. It was Darla, the young negro teen."What do I hear for this fine young nigger?" asked Mr. Richards. "I understand she's just eighteen years old. Maybe she's no virgin, but she's pretty and I bet she's nice and tight. I think we can safely start at 250."The bidding was fast and furious. Darla was obviously a prize slave girl. Shanika saw Maya looking on as her teenage daughter was sold for 650 to a well dressed older white gentleman. He beamed as he accepted her chain from Yolanda and led her towards the main house.Maya was next. She had half hoped that Darla's buyer would have stuck around and bought her, too. Some Massas liked to have mother and daughter to use together. Not this time, though. She was pretty, with smooth brown skin, a little on the thick side with nice full breasts. Maya was sold for 400 to couple of young white men who might have been college students.Yolanda then came for Shanika and led her to the auction block. This was the scene she kept playing over and over in her head since her first visit. She'd even dreamed of it. Now it was real, she thought, as she climbed the stairs and turned to face the crowd in display position, chest out, legs spread as far as the shackles and chains on her ankles allowed."Now this nigger really understands her place in our world," said Mr. Richards. "I promise you won't be disappointed with her. Fine looking, well behaved, and hot to trot to boot. What am I offered for her? Who'll give me 100?"There were only a couple of bidders for her, but finally Shanika went for 450 to the thirtyish white man who spoke to her earlier. He was ordinary looking, brown hair, green eyes, average build. She noticed he wore a wedding ring. Yolanda handed the collar chain over to him."Thank you for buying me, Massa," Shanika said to the man, her eyes respectfully downcast.Once again, naked, shorn, shaved, and shackled, Shanika was the property of a white stranger.
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