THOMSONS FERRY

CHAPTER ONE

When James Delray moved to the town of Thompsons Ferry fifteen years ago, he was a thirty year old chef looking for a change of career in the booming oil fields that dot the area. After a couple of years as a welder and pipe-fitter on several rigs, he spotted a possible niche for a new restaurant concept.

After pitching his idea to a few possible investors, his boss, Mark Wilson, offered to front all the start-up costs for a forty percent silent partnership.

In the years since, the concept has taken off and expanded to seven states and more than fifty locations.

Rather than have offices in many locations, as the business grew James added an extension to his home. The home addition is just enough to have his office, a conference room and a reception area and desk for his secretary.

Also, as his business grew and the demands on his time became greater, he realized that he had less and less inclination to take care of household chores. That situation prompted him to hire a cook/housekeeper as well as a secretary to take care of the tasks he didn't have time for at work. His original housekeeper, Traci Rogers, has been with him for eleven years however his first secretary had to move out of state for family reasons prompting the hiring of Teena Jones just three months ago. In keeping with his personal desires and beliefs both of the women are black, as they should be. In James' mind the proper place for blacks is serving whites.

Sitting at his desk, pondering a management problem at one of the local kitchens, James Delray is annoyed by the interrupting buzz of the intercom and the voice of Teena: "Mr. Delray, you have a call on line two from Mr. Wilson. He sounds very upset, Sir."

"Oh, great! Now what? Thank you Teena."

Twenty-five minutes later, Teena is surprised when the door to her boss' office is yanked open a very angry James Delray storms into the reception area.

Taking a deep calming breath, James looks at Teena and says "Ok, two things. First, buzz next door and tell Mrs. Rogers that I need to see her as soon as possible. Second, call and cancel all of my appointments for... the next... say... three weeks. When you have done that, go home and pack for two weeks and be back here ready to travel in an hour. Got it?"

After writing down the instructions she has just been given, Teena replies "Um...Sir? I have prior plans for this weekend..."

As her boss stops in his tracks and turns back to face her, she is surprised by the change in his demeanor. Suddenly, James Delray is no longer the relaxed and laid-back man that she has become familiar with over the last three months. The man standing in front of her is now stern and forceful in his body language and facial expression. She is even more surprised with what he says to her next.

"Miss Jones, before you were hired, I explained to you that this was not just a nine to five, Monday to Friday job. You were made aware that you would be required to work odd hours at times and that you are expected to accompany me when I travel for business. Correct?"

Teena is shocked by the sudden and unexpected tone of command in her boss' voice. And her reply comes stammering out "Uhm... yes, Sir."

"Well then, Miss Jones, I expect one of two things from you. Option one; you will do as you have been instructed and NOT question me when I give you instructions again. Option two; Pick up your purse, go home and I will mail you your final check. Pick. NOW!"

Stunned by the force of his reply, Teena manages to stammer "I will go pack and be back in an hour, Sir."

As James turns to enter his office, she sees a brief, odd little grin on his face. And she is not sure but she thinks she hears him say "Now that's a good girl!" before the door closes behind him.

On the drive to her house, and while packing; Teena is assaulted by thoughts that anger, confuse and trouble her. What was it that James said before walking into his office? 'Good girl?' No, she is sure he didn't say that, or did he? And why does she feel pleased that he would think she's a "good girl"? She should be (is?) offended that he would say that to her! How dare he call her "girl"! Does he not know how that sounds coming from a white man? And why did his sudden change of attitude have the effect on her that it did? Why is it that she got excited by being talked to that way? Who the fuck does he think he is telling her to never question his instructions? But most disturbing of all, why is she getting aroused by replaying it in her mind?

As Teena leaves the office to drive home, the door in James' office that joins to the private living area of his home opens. The differences between the woman who has entered the office and the one who has just left are huge and unmistakable! Traci Rogers is about twelve years older, calmer and moves very deliberately with no wasted motion. Also, other than the leather collar around her neck she is completely naked! Stepping into James' office, she closes the door and takes three steps into the room before kneeling and folding her arms behind her. Once settled in position, she remains still and waits for instruction.

After a couple of minutes writing notes about his upcoming trip, James looks up and sees Traci. With a smile he takes a few seconds to look her over, checking her position for accuracy out of habit, even though she has not made an error in many years. At the same time, he is examining her nude body. He knows every inch of her body and is still attracted to the naked black woman, even after all the years he has owned her. "Nigger, I have been called out of town. You will pack my bags for a three week trip. I expect to be leaving in two hours."

With only a slight nod for a reaction, the naked black woman says "Yes, Master. Will you need any special items, Master?"

Thinking about the question, James continues to let his eyes roam over the body of the naked nigger that he has owned and been using at will for more than a decade. "No, nigger, just normal daily wear I think."

"Yes, Master. It will be as you wish."

Patting his hand on his lap, James smiles at the kneeling woman and says "Come, nigger."

With a big smile, Traci moves to her hands and knees and crawls to her Master and climbs into his lap.

Wrapping his left arm around her and pulling her against his chest, he places his left hand on her head and his right hand between her legs just above her knees James says softly "My good little nigger. I know you have been taking some abuse and ridicule over the last months from Teena. I think you will notice a change in her behavior after this trip. It has been my intention to break her in and put her in her proper place, but I have not had the time. Circumstances have changed and that has now become a priority."

"Master, if that is your wish it will be good for her to learn some humility. But that uppity nigger does not bother your slave; she is just young and full of self-important ideas."

Smiling and giving her a kiss on the forehead, he tells her "Mmm, she reminds me a bit of your youngest daughter! And that little niggers' time is coming soon too! As soon as she turns eighteen that little bitch is going to start getting a whole new education. Ha, Ha, Ha!"

"Uhm, Master? I am not questioning your plans, but maybe you should let her see some of what it is to become a good nigger by letting her watch her older sisters training..."

With a grunt and a shake of his head, James says "No. Nichol wants to become a white mans property and is eager to be a good nigger. She will embrace it when she is claimed. Rachel is going to resist it and will need to be pushed a bit to learn about herself. She does not know herself well enough to admit that she is the same as every other woman in your family. Once she is exposed to that part of herself, she will adapt to it quickly, but the "breaking in period" is going to be a nice little challenge!"

"Yes, Master!" she says and then groans as she feels James' finger part her pussy lips and his teeth bite down on her nipple. "Master, your niggers' cunt is ready for you! Please, Master, use your nigger! Allow your nigger whore to please you!"

"Get your black ass on the desk! I want some of this nigger cunt!"

Traci quickly scrambles off his lap and onto the top of his desk. Laying back and pulling her legs up and wide open with her elbows behind her knees. "Master your niggers' cunt is ready to be allowed to please you!"

Opening his pants and letting them fall, James looks down at the bitch nigger spread open for his use "My god, there is no sight better than a nigger ready to be used as she is intended to be used! Taking her Masters' cock and seed if she pleases him fully!" Then with a drawn out groan of pleasure James shoves his cock all the way into her cunt with one thrust. Pausing deep inside her, he can feel her body adjusting to the invasion of his cock, then he pulls out until the head of his dick is just parting her pussy lips before driving fully into her again and again. "That's a good nigger! Take this cock like a good little whore!"

"Oh, GOD yes! Fuck this nigger cunt Master! Use me for your pleasure! OH! OH! YES! Take your pleasure Master, that what this nigger is for! I exist for your use Master!"

Slowing his thrusts, James grabs both of her tits, squeezing her nipples and twisting them both hard and pulling them up away from her chest until she groans in mixed pain and pleasure. And then, without any warning, he pulls out of her pussy and jams his cock deeply into her tight dry asshole. Driving in until he feels his balls press against her. "Take it, nigger! Take it all!"

"OH! FUCK! Ow! Ow! God yes, Master! Use this black ass! Fill it with your big white cock!"

"Do you deserve my cum, nigger? Should I allow you to take my seed in this nasty black asshole?"

"Oh, please Massa! Shoot yo cum deep in this asshole! Please Master! I's a good nigga ho! Please use me like a dirty nigga ho and cum in this ass!"

"God this ass is sooo tight! Here I cum nigger! Take my cum you fucking whore! UHN! AHH! YEESSSSS!!"

"Master, I can feel yo cum shootin inta my ass! Thank you fo cumin in you nigga! Thank you Massa!"

Holding himself deep inside her as his cum blasts into her bowels, he can feel her muscles milking the cum from his cock. Pulling his cock out of her, he grabs her by the hair and pulls her off the desk and onto her knees on the floor, "Suck my cock clean, bitch! Get all my cum and your slime off!"

"Yes, Master! Thank you fo letting yo nigga ho clean yo cock." As soon as she is done sucking him clean she goes to the "present" position and asks if there is any further use she can be then awaits her Masters instructions.

"Yes, girl, there is something you can do. Pack a set of locking wrist and ankle cuffs and collar. Also pack a steel chain shirik with all matching padlocks. As well as four twenty-five foot lengths of rope, and a heavy flogger and riding crop."

"Now, I have work to do, and so do you, so get you black ass out of my office and get to it nigger!"

"Yes, Master. Everything will be ready as you wish." Standing and turning to leave the office, Traci has a smile on her face because she knows she has pleased him and that she is prized and valued by her Master.

As if he is reading her mind (which would not surprise her), just as she puts her hand on the door knob he calls for her to stop and come back. Turning around and returning to the present position she again awaits what her Master has to say.

Stepping up to her, he puts his hand under her chin and lifts until she is looking him in the eye. "My good girl...such a wonderfully lucky man I am to have a nigger as good as you are. I want you to take some time off while I am gone on this trip. You and your husband should go away for a week."

Smiling broadly back at him she says "Thank you, Master! We could use the time together and away from our two girls. But we cannot afford to go away for a week. Maybe we can get out of town for a couple days."

"Mmm, no. That is not good enough. You have a card for my home account, use it to pay for whatever you need to. This trip is a gift from me to my nigger."

"Oh! Master! No, you can't do that it is too much!"

Still smiling at her and chuckling he replies "Oh? Did I miss something or are you telling your Master that he cannot do what he wants to? Now go get me packed and call your husband."

"Oh, one other thing. Let that buck know that I am allowing him to use your ass but he cannot cum inside you!"

"Yes Master! Thank you for allowing your nigger to please her husband."

CHAPTER TWO

Returning to work with mixed feelings swimming through her mind, Teena is surprised to find a pile of luggage beside her desk and a new heap of paperwork waiting for her with a note telling her to review all of it before the first meeting in the morning. In the middle of contemplating a long and sleepless night, she is brought back to reality by her boss' voice over the intercom. "Miss Jones, come in here. Now..."

Hearing again that tone of absolute command sends a shiver down her spine and straight to her pussy. With embarrassment she realizes that she is wet and aroused as she enters his office.

As she enters, his demeanor does nothing to put her at ease, instead replacing arousal with anxiety.

James is standing in front of his desk with his feet apart and his hands on his hips, drawn op to his full six foot two inch height. The expression on his face is a stern scowl. "We will be driving to the airport in a few minutes so get you shit and put in my jeep with my luggage. Do not forget the files I put on your desk."

"Yes, sir." She responds, wondering why he wants to drive himself instead of calling a car service.

On the drive to the hotel, James tells Teena the reason for the sudden trip. He tells her that his partner, Mark Wilson and he have been monitoring a problem with one of the business checking accounts. And, that there is someone stealing from the company!

Later that night in the hotel, James calls Teenas' room and tells her that they will be going by helicopter to an off-shore oil rig, and to only bring what she will need for two days. And that the rig they are going to is being refit and is not in production.

"Uhm, ok... What time are we leaving?"

"Just have yourself ready to go any time after six AM. By that I mean that your ass needs to ready to walk out the door at six! Got it? Goodnight."

Teena says "Goodnight, Sir." Before she realizes that she is talking to a dead phone line. In the solitude of her room, Teena fumes about how her boss has been acting for the last few hours, "Damn him! Who the fuck does he think he is? He can't talk to me like I am some kind of servant just waiting for him to grace me with his attention! I am not like the dumb ass nigger that he says is so damn special! That asshole needs to learn how to treat me properly or I am going to quit this job!"

The next morning promptly at eleven, James calls her on the room phone to tell her it is time to go to the airport and to get downstairs in a hurry.

Arriving at the airport, Teena is surprised to see Mr. Wilson, James' partner waiting for them next to the helicopter. She had met Mark Wilson soon after being hired. She felt now like she did every time he looked at her; like she is on display and that she is being judged.

Walking over to James, Mark does not even glance at Teena. The only clue that he even knows she is there is that when he passes her he says "Load the baggage on the 'chopper, like a good girl." Then he is past and talking in a low voice with James. With a grimace and a snort about the attitudes of the two men for the last two days, Teena goes to the backs of the two cars and collects all the baggage the three have. As she begins moving it to the cargo hold of the helicopter, she can't help wondering what in the hell the two partners have brought with them. Each of them has packed three bags, while she has only packed one overnight bag! With a chuckle she thinks to herself that it is funny that men say women pack too much!

While she is out of hearing range, Mark turns to James and asks "Are we sure about her? We cannot afford to make a mistake! This has got to be one hundred percent certain or it will blow up in our faces! Hell we can always find another way to turn her to our purposes!"

Shaking his head, James tells his partner that he has been to the bank and to the stores. "Hell, Mark, I have spent hours going through video and paper work! I have enough evidence to take to a trial and with what I've found; she is looking at twenty-five years behind bars at the county farm! She has three family members that have done, or are doing time there. She will not want to take the chance. She knows what it means to be sent to Dave Kruger's work farm!"

With a big smile on his face and a pat on the shoulder, Mark tells James "Well, let's get this started! I just love breaking a new nigger and putting her in her proper place!"

Chuckling, James agrees saying that it will be fun watching this bitches attitude change when she realizes that there is no way out of the situation she is about to be in.

For the hour and a half flight out to the oil rig, conversation is minimal and the tree passengers are lost in their own thoughts. Teena, in particular is in the midst of a whirlwind of thoughts. She is trying to figure out how she can turn this trip to her advantage, all she has to do is exploit every chance she can to show that she is too valuable and versatile to just be a secretary or "executive assistant" in a one man office in a one horse town! Once she can show Mr. Wilson her true value, she will have no trouble wrapping that old white man around her little finger! And then...and then... she smiles an evil, greedy smile. Oh, the bank accounts she will have access to and be able to siphon money from! Millions of dollars just waiting for her to come and take 'em! These dumb-ass white boys won't know what hit 'em until she is long gone to a non-extradition country with all the money she can lay her hands on!

As the chopper circles the rig before landing the three look down on an oil rig that is in the middle of construction for upgrades on the living quarters for the crew, as well as many other upgrades.

As Teena finishes unloading the baggage the pilot lifts off with a wave and turns back to the main-land.

Once the helicopter is gone, Mark tells Teena to take the bags downstairs and put them in the three rooms that have been set aside for them with hers in the center room. While he and James take a look around. "Also, be a good girl and find a meeting room of some kind and set up all the work stuff in it."

To that James adds "Set up my laptop for a presentation and meet us there in a half an hour."

"Yes, Sir! I'll have everything set for you." As she walks away to do as she has been told, Teena is once again fuming about being spoken to and dismissed as if she is a servant or worse, one of those black people who allow whites to treat them like an old time slave! They want to try and treat me like I exist to do their bidding like some old fashioned house nigger or something! Well, we'll see about that! She muses with grim look on her face!

An hour later she is still waiting for the partners to show up. "What is wrong with these two men? Why can't they ever show up on time for a meeting that they set the time for?" is what is going through her mind when the door is yanked open and James and Mark come strutting in.
The two men seat themselves across the table from Teena, and James boots up his laptop. While James is getting ready, Mark just sits there staring at the black woman on the other side of the table. After a couple of minutes, James is ready. Looking up from the computer, James makes eye contact with the black girl and says "Ok, well, I asked you once, now I am going to ask you for the last time... 'Do you have anything at all that you want to tell me girl?"

Confused and unsure what he is talking about, but starting to become en-easy, she hesitates before replying. "Um, no, not that I can think of..."

"Hmmm...Ok. Well, there is a problem that Mark and I have been tracking for the last two months. And, since you have been handling the company books, I am hoping that you can explain to us why the account is short?"

Unable to believe that these two white fools have figured out what she has been doing, she looks James in the eye and says "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"SIR!" James says with a growl.

"Um, what?" Teena asks.

"When you speak to me, you will call me 'SIR' do you understand that girl?"

"Uh, yes...Sir. Sir, I would prefer if you do not call me 'girl' it's offensive to me."

Mark looks at her with contempt and scorn then barks out a laugh and asks her "Really? Do you know, do you have any clue what offends me? Would you like to know what I find offensive 'GIRL'?"

Abashed and intimidated by the forcefulness and the sudden anger in Mr. Wilson's voice and body language, and the sternness in both men's' eyes Teena can only shake her head and manage a weak "no, sir..." in reply.

Mark Wilson continues to hold her frozen with his eyes, pinning her like a bug on a mat. "What offends me 'GIRL', what pisses me off 'GIRL' is someone who thinks they can steal from me! And it is even worse when that 'person' works for me! That offends me 'GIRL'!"

James presses play on his computer and his presentation starts with picture after picture lighting up the wall. Teena is shocked at first to be looking at herself. First; at a bank teller's window, then at the cash register in store after store, and at several ATMs'. She is in complete shock as the presentation continues, showing not just photographs, but also balance sheets and receipts. The entire presentation chronicles her theft of company money going back for more than two months!

Mark sits back and crosses his arms as James begins a litany of places, dates and amounts. Finally, coming to the climax of the presentation, he horrifies Teena Jones with the total amount of her theft. "So, what we have here is undeniable proof that in less than three months working for us, you have managed to steal a grand total of $12,532!"

With the two men sitting across from her speechless, Teena decides to break the silence and try to take back the situation. "These pictures are not proof of anything. And all this paper work is just as useless, or you would have called the sheriff. So, why don't you just cut to the end and tell me what you two think we are doing here?"

James and Mark are stunned to silence by her response! It is absolutely not what either of them expected from her. They were certainly prepared for denial. They were even prepared for tears and crying. Neither of them was prepared for her to turn on them with this kind of an attack!

First to recover his wits, James shakes his head and says with some admiration "Wow! You are really something! Ok, you think we have no 'real' proof, huh? Well take a look at this then." He says as he hands her a folded sheet of paper. "The Sheriff helped me collect all this evidence and much more. He got search warrants for your home, car and bank account. He and I took it all to the county attorneys' office. He convened a Grand Jury and presented all this evidence to it. The Grand Jury has returned an indictment for embezzlement and banking fraud! What you are holding is the warrant for your arrest!"

When she hears the terms "search warrant" and "indictment" Teena recoils as if she has been struck, but the final straw is the words "warrant for your arrest". With that final phrase her heart feels as if it might jump right through her chest!

Seeing her reaction, and watching the blood drain from her face and neck, James Delray smile and says "Good, now you are seeing that you have gotten yourself in over your head!"

Taking this as his cue to step into the situation, Mark Wilson clears his throat and with a chuckle says "Ok, so what it comes down to girl is you making a choice. There are two options for you. And trust me on this, you will not like either of them!"

Pausing to collect her thoughts for a moment and to take a breath to calm her mind and her breathing, Teena considers the predicament she has gotten into. Still unable to accept that these two crackers could have out smarted her, she is continuing to look for a way out, "Sir, there has got to be some accommodation we can come to. Prison is a waste for a person like me; I have a lot to offer. I am far too valuable. I sure we can reach an agreement that will benefit all three of us!"

The hysterical laughter that follows her last statement stuns Teena as much as everything else that has happened so far. Can't these two idiots see haw special she is? She is confused that they do not seem understand that she is different than most people!

Once again, having to recover his composure before he can respond to her, James just looks at her with his mouth agape. Then with unmistakable scorn and contempt he says "Special? Maybe you were once. Now however, you are just like every other nigger thief! There is nothing particularly rare in you showing yourself to be the same as every other thief. You were just so sure that you're smarter than everybody; in particular you thought you were smarter than the people you were stealing from. Well, nigger, you are nothing special! Now, here are your two options. Keep in mind they are the only options you have. Got it thief?"

For the moment, a thoroughly cowed Teena can only manage a barely audible "Yes, Sir, I understand."

Mark grunts and tells her that she does not understand yet. "But you are about to fully understand the hole you have put yourself into. Option one; I pick up the phone and call Sheriff Kruger and he calls the local sheriff. When the helicopter takes us back to the mainland you will be arrested. From there you will be transported back to Thompsons Ferry. Your black ass will be sent to jail for a few months until you go to trial. After you are found guilty, you are going to the County Work Farm for at least the next twenty years!"

"Oh, my god no! Not the farm! I can't go to the farm! That place and the people there are evil and they hate blacks!"

"Well" James says "keep that in mind. After I tell you your second option you will have sixty seconds to tell us which option you are going to take. At sixty-one seconds we will make the choice for you. Do you understand the time-limit, nigger?"

Once again Teena is shaken to the core. This time it is because of that word! Is that how these men see her now? Can she really have fallen so far that she is just another nigger who got caught stealing? "No!" she screams in her head "my life cannot be coming to this!"

"HEY! BITCH! I asked you a question!" yells James, interrupting her thoughts.

Snapped back to reality by this, Teena stutters out "W-w-what? Oh. Yes sir, I understand."

"Now for option two. If you pick this option and then at any time decide to back out for any reason, you be arrested and the sheriff will carry out the details of option number one. Do you understand this so far nigger?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Now listen closely and think fast, the clock starts when I ask you to pick your future." James continues, "Your second option is: you become my slave. I am talking about total and complete slavery! You will have no rights. You will have no privileges that I cannot take away. I will become your owner and you will be my property. You will be nothing more than a nigger slave. This will be your life. This will last for the entire time that the minimum sentence for conviction would last. In other words, you will be my property to do as wish with for the next twenty-five years! So, now it is up to you. Choose your future, nigger!"

As time slows down for all three people at the table, Teena thinks over her two choices for a very long forty-five seconds before she says slowly and deliberately "Ok, I have made my pick. I choose option number..."

CHAPTER THREE

TRACI COMES TO WORK

With his business taking off and demanding more and more of his time, James Delray has come to the unhappy realization that after years taking care of himself and his son that he no longer has the time. And as a result has decided to hire a housekeeper and cook. So, for the last few weeks he has been holding interviews between other appointments.

Pressing the intercom button James tells his secretary to come into his office "Mrs. Terry, come in here please and bring me the file for the next girl."

Once Mrs. Terry has come into the office and handed him the file, James looks up at her and says "Nigger you know better than making me have to look up at you. And why are you still wearing that shirt?"

Dropping to her knees and quickly unbuttoning her shirt, she smiles and says "I's sorry Massa! Yo nigga forgot fo' a second. It aint gonna happen again Massa! Is you gonna use dis niggas mouf Massa?"

"No girl not right now. Maybe later if you are lucky. I just like have my niggers naked and kneeling, you know that girl." He then reaches out and takes her tit in hand, squeezing and twisting her nipple until she gasps from the pain. "Now I want you to tell me about this next interview."

"Yes Massa." She says through gritted teeth. "Her name is Traci Rogers. She was born and raised here in the Ferry. I found out that she had a master when she was a teenager for a short time before she got knocked up by her boyfriend. She now has two daughters, they are six and seven years old respectively. She is married to the father of both girls, his name is Jerry. Currently they are both unemployed. But this is a new situation for them; Jerry has been working since he was fourteen. She has been a stay-at-home mom since she graduated high school. But they have managed a decent savings by living simply and below the level of most of their friends and family. The two girls are polite and respectful to everyone, but particularly to white folks.

"In short, Massa, I have not been able to find out anything bad or even less than great about her or her family. Oh! One last thing Massa, Traci's' mama is Mr. Wilson's house nigga and has been for almost thirty years."

Smiling and giving the nigger a fond pat on the head, James says "As usual, your research is outstanding girl. Thank you for your thoroughness. Now tell me if you think she is ready for training and service."

"Not only is she ready, Massa, she is craving it! She was raised by her mama alone after her daddy died. An' her mama started training her to be a nigger when she was about thirteen! You would be her first real Master and I think she'd make a good nigga for you Massa."

Looking at his nigger secretary for a moment, he says "Alright girl, go get her in here."

Saying "Yes Massa." She gets up and walks to the door.

Traci Rogers is sitting quietly in the reception area waiting to be called in to the boss' office for her interview when the door opens. The next thing she sees shocks her; the respectable well-dressed secretary is standing in the door telling her that Mr. James is ready to see her now. The shock is that now the secretary is completely naked!

Seeing that the young black girl is stunned by her nudity; Mrs. Terry smiles and says "C'mon girl! Wipe that dumb look off your face; my Massa is ready to meet you now. Be a good respectful nigger too. My Massa don' like no uppity nigger girls!"

Standing up, Traci looks at the older black woman and says "Yes, ma'am I aint no uppity nigger." Then she takes a breath to steady herself and walks to the open door. In the few steps she has to take before entering the office, Traci cannot help but think that something is about to happen that will change the course of her entire family, not just herself.

James Delray is sitting behind his desk when the two black women come in. James turns his gaze toward Traci and tells her to stand still right where she is, and at the same time he holds his hand out to the side of his chair. Traci watches as Mrs. Terry drops to her hands and knees and crawls over to his side and comes to a kneeling position that puts her head right under the white man's hand.

After the older woman kneels under James' hand, he looks at Traci and tells her to turn slowly because he wants to take a look at her. "Raise your arms out to your side and turn slowly so I can get a good look at you girl."

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Traci does as he has instructed her, raising her arms out to her sides and turning slowly. As she begins her turn, she can feel the weight of his stare roaming up and down her body. This bold and blatant level of attention is a little unsettling to her. She is a married mother of two and no man other than her husband has so openly looked at her in a sexual way for almost a decade! And a part of her is confused by her so timidly allowing this to happen. Another (larger?) part of her is thrilled that this older white man is showing this level of interest in her! As she finishes her turn, she thinks she glimpses a slight grin on Mr. Delrays face. And she notices that he is stroking Mrs. Terry on her head like a well behaved pet!

"Mrs. Rogers, my name is James Delray, thank you for your application. I have some questions for you." Then, as he is picking up some papers from his desk, he glances at her and says "Go ahead and have a seat for now girl. I see here that you have never held a job outside your home. Why are you going to work now?"

"Well, Sir, my husband had been working while I stayed at home with our two girls. Jimmy lost his job last month and we are going through our savings far faster than we ever thought we would, and we talked about it and decided that I should try and find some way of bringing in some money at least until he can get back to work."

"Hhmm. So you are planning to return to being a housewife when your husband gets a job again?"

"Oh, umm..."

"I ask because I am not looking to hire someone who is only going to be with me for a short period. I do enjoy training new girl, but I have no intention of having to train for the same position more than I need to."

Traci is now scared that she has ruined her chance at this job before she has shown him that she will be a good choice! "Oh, no Sir! I don't mean to give you that impression! Our girls are old enough to spend a few hours alone after school. They are ready to watching themselves. At least until one of us gets home from work."

"Uh huh. Ok, well this job will have you working odd hours at times. There will be late nights and even times when you will be expected to work overnight. Is that going to be a problem for you girl?"

"No, Sir! Certainly not. There may be times when I will ask for a day or evening off to attend a function for our children, other than that, if you hire me I will absolutely make myself available to be here any time you need or want me to work."

James sits there for a few seconds just looking at her before he says "Right, that's good to hear. Now, I understand you were born and raised right here in the Ferry, correct?" When she nods her head, he says "If I choose to hire you, you will be more than just my housekeeper and cook. Your duties will be far more than those traditionally thought of in other places. Do you understand what I am saying girl?"

"Yes, Sir I think so..."

"Well, let me remove any doubts you might have. If I hire you, I will also be claiming you as my nigger slave. You will become my property in all respects until I decide to release you. From the moment I hire you, if I do, I become your Master. From the moment you get up in the morning until you fall asleep at night, pleasing me will be your primary goal. Your mind, body and soul become mine to use for my pleasure. Anytime, anyplace, anyway I choose to I will use you. Your vocabulary will not include the "no", "don't" or "stop" with respect to my desires or instructions. Now, do you understand completely what I am talking about nigger?"

"Y-yes Sir, I understand. May I say something please, Sir?"

"Yes you may, nigger."

"Sir, I was trained to be a white man's nigger since I was about fourteen. When I got pregnant and then got married I was sure that my dream of being the property of a good white man was over. If you choose to take me as your nigger, I will dedicate myself to you completely. And I promise to learn to be the best trained and most obedient nigger you could ask for."

"Well now, aren't you an eager little bitch nigger! I like your enthusiasm." Then looking at the nigger kneeling under his hand, he slides his hand under her chin and lifts until she is looking him in the eye, "What do you think of this one, nigger?"

With a start of surprise, Mrs. Terry responds "Massa, does you want this nigger to give her opinion?"

"Yes, nigger I do. Now, tell me."

"Yes, Massa! Dis nigga think dat one will make a good house-nigga fo' you. And she'll be an easy to train lil' bitch."

"Thank you nigger. Now, display."

Upon hearing the word "display" the secretary practically jumps to her feet. She stands with her feet spread wider than shoulder-width apart, laces her fingers behind her head, thrusts out her tits and hangs her tongue out over her lower lip with her eyes on the floor.

Without even a glance at the now standing nigger woman, James says to the woman seated across from him "Ok, nigger, if you want the job, it is yours! Along with all that comes with it."

Momentarily unable to respond, Traci Rogers has thousands of thoughts racing through her mind: when she was twelve, she came home from school early one day. As she was approaching the house her mother, brother and her lived in, she was sure she could hear some odd noises coming from the front room. She hesitated before opening the door. When she did, she did so quietly. The sight that greets her takes her breath away, her mother is naked, kneeling in front of her boss, Mark Wilson. Her mother is looking up at him with a big grin and some white liquid all over her face. Because she is looking up, her mother does not see Traci standing in the doorway for a few seconds. During those seconds, Traci watches spellbound as Mr. Wilson zips up his pants and says "Mmm, such a good nigger! You just love taking my cock in your holes and wearing my seed, don't you girl? You are a good little nigger whore for your Master!" and Traci is just as surprised by her mother's answer. Catching sight of her daughter standing just a few feet away, she says "Massa, I's lucky you likes using dis niggas holes fo' yo' pleasure! An' I be here fo you to use anytime Massa!"

Right then Mr. Wilson turns to leave and sees the teenager standing there. Walking over to her, he places his hand on her shoulder and tells her that if she learns from her mother and is a good girl that someday she might be lucky and become some white man's nigger slave like her mama.

And then when she was fourteen, her mama comes into her bedroom and sits on the bed next to her. Giving her daughter a hug and a kiss on the cheek, she tells her that she needs to talk to her. "Baby-girl, it is past time for us to talk. I have put this off too long as it is. I should have started talking to you and teaching you before you ever saw me an' Mr. Wilson las' year. I guess I was waiting for you to ask me questions, but I don't think it can wait any longer. So girl, do have any questions?"
"I-I don' know mama. Mebbe some..."

"Well girl, that's natural enough. I imagine that day you walked in on me an' Mr. Wilson has had you thinkin' ever since. An' I 'spect you gonna have mo' questions fo' yo' ole mama soon, ha! You jes' go on ahead an' ask whatever you wan', ok?"

"K, mama. Uhm, do you like bein' Mr. Wilsons uh, ah..."

"His nigga? You can say it sugga! Aint no shame in that word unless you put it there."

"Yes mama. Do you like bein' his nigga?"

"Baby girl, it aint about likin' it or not likin' it. Once a black person decides to be a nigga, she has to face the possibility that she might get claimed by a Massa that she don' like, or that her Massa might wanna do things to her that she won' like. An' even the best Massa is gonna do things to his nigga that she don' like sometimes.

"But mostly the whites in the Ferry are good folk and treat they niggers well, so long as she behaves and does like she is tol'. But what it comes down to is that it aint a niggas place to judge her Massa or what he wants to be doin'. A niggas place is to be there for her Massa, to give him an outlet for his needs and desires. Bein' a good nigga means that you put yo' Massas needs ahead of yo' own needs an' wants. It also means that you never say "no" and you never say "don't" to yo' Massa! Unless o' course he be wantin' you to say those things sometimes.

"Also, sometimes yo' Massa will be wantin' to do things to a nigga that hurt, like givin' you a whoopin'! not because you done wrong or nuthin' jus' a'cause he like it.

"Mos' times though, he jus' gonna wanna use your holes to get the release he be needin. And even though that is mostly gonna feel good, it about how you be feelin' or even if you be likin' it. Your Massa is gonna use you to make him feel good. That is what a nigga is fo'!"

"Yes mama. How do a nigga pick a good Massa? Mr. Wilson be treatin' you real well, and he treats yo' kids real good too."

"Girl, it aint up to a nigga to pick her Massa. A nigga serves who ever claims her. I gots a real good Massa, an' I's proud to be his nigga! So, you jus' gotta hope that you are lucky and you gets taken by a good Massa!"

James sits across from her and watches the expressions on her face as the memories flood through her. And is amused and surprised when he hears her say softly "Mama, yo' baby got real lucky!" before she slides off the chair and kneels on the floor in front of his desk and looks down as she says "Massa James, I's yo' nigga now!"

"That's a good nigger! Here is your first lesson: When you kneel before me, you will do so properly. Put your feet together and spread your knees wide, put that black ass on your heels. Keep your back straight, with your tits thrust out. Put your hands behind your back and hold your elbows. And until you are further along in your training, you will put your chin on your chest."

Rising from behind his desk, James steps around his secretary to check the second niggers body position. As he looks her over he continues talking to her; "Until I tell you differently, you do not speak unless you are responding to my commands or a direct question.

"When you are responding to a command you have two options to choose from; 'Yes Master.' or 'Master your nigger doesn't understand.'.

"When you answer a direct or are speaking to me for any reason, the first word past those fat nigger lips will always be 'Master'. Do you understand me so far nigger?"

"Massa, yes I understand."

"Lesson number two; you no longer have an identity other than nigger slave. What that means is that you will no longer speak about yourself in the first person. Your vocabulary no longer includes the words 'I, me or mine'. From now on you will refer to yourself as 'this nigger' or 'your nigger', got it?"

"Massa, dis nigga gots it."

"Good girl." James tells the smiling nigger at his feet. Then he asks her "you are married right bitch? Does your buck know what it will mean now that you are owned?"

Without lifting her chin off her chest, she says "Massa, dis nigga don' know fo' sure. He was raised to be a nigga, Massa. But yo' nigga jes' don' know..."

"Huh, well ok. I want you to call him. You are going to tell him that I want to meet him as a condition of hiring you. And you are going to tell him that he needs to get his black ass here as soon as possible!"

"Massa? What do you wan' yo' nigga to tell him if'n he wan' to axe questions?"

"You just tell him to get his ass here right away! And you don't question me again, got it nigger?"

"Massa, fo' give yo' nigga please! No harm meant, Massa. Yo' nigga gonna call that man and tell him to haul his ass here right quick!"

Twenty minutes later Jerry Rogers walks into the office and is met by James in the reception area. "Mr. Rogers, I am James Delray, and I am the man who may be hiring your wife. But that will, in part depend on you and what happens in the next few minutes."

"Well, Sir, I am not sure what I can do but I will do whatever I can to help her."

With a slightly satisfied sigh, James says "I am very happy to hear that. She is gonna need your continued support and it will mean more work for you at home." Patting the black man on the shoulder, he tells Jerry to follow him into the inner office.

Opening the door, James walks into the office and over to stand behind the kneeling wife of the nigger buck who walks in behind him. "I see no reason to beat around the bush here. I am now this bitch niggers Master! Your wife is now my property. Her holes belong to me as does the rest of her body. Do you understand that boy?"

Watching him closely, James sees the shock and then envy and pride wash across Jerry Rogers face when he sees his wife on her knees at this white man's feet. He also sees him twitch when he hears the word 'boy'.

"Look at me boy, not the nigger in front of me!" James snaps. "I have been told by this one that you were raised to be a nigger, is that true, boy?"

"What? Oh! Yes, Suh that be right. I was trained by my pappy to serve those that are better than dis nigga."

"Ok, good boy! That is what I was hoping you would say. I am glad that her being mine is not gonna cause any problems between you two. If you are lucky and turn out to be a good nigger, I may even claim you!"

"Oh! No suh, there aint gonna be no trouble with us 'bout her bein' yo' nigga! She done our family proud getting claimed by a fine man like you, Suh! We almos' done give up hope that anyone was ever gonna take her for their slave. You done made both of us happy!"

Looking into the black man's eyes, James points to the wall and tells him to move over against it. "Put you black ass against that wall, now! BOY!"

Then, turning his back on him, James turns to the nigger on her knees and says "In my home, a nigger does not wear clothes until they have been earned. Now, strip, nigger!"

As soon as she is naked, James tells her to display. And then, making eye contact with her husband, he begins running his hands up and down the niggers hips and back. As he softly caresses her, he feels her shiver under his hands and hears a soft moan escape from between her lips. "Mmm, nice smooth even skin. Feels nice boy!" then he slowly slides his hands around her until he has covered each tit with a hand. He can feel each nipple get hard under the palms of his hands as he squeezes them and kneads them between his fingers. He takes each nipple between his thumb and finger and twists them as he pulls them out away from her chest, lifting her tits by the nipples. As he is doing this, he tells her to reach back and take his cock out of his pants

Keeping eye contact with her husband, James continues to explore and fondle the niggers body. While he is letting his hands roam where they will, he tells the black man standing against the wall watching him that Traci is no longer available to her husband in any physical way. "This bitchs body belongs to me now, she does not have my permission to let anyone use her, and that includes you boy! Your wife belongs to me and that means you are also under my control nigger!

Sliding his hand between the woman legs, he slips two finger between her pussy lips and slides them the length of her silt. From clit to cunt and back. "Mm, this cunt is soaked! This one is a natural little nigger slut! She is ready to be used and is excited that she is my whore now. I am going to use her in every way I want, whenever I want." Having said this, James reaches into his back pocket and removes a pair of steel handcuffs. Pulling her left arm back, he locks the first cuff onto her wrist then tells her to put her right arm behind her, locking that wrist in the cuffs too. Keeping his hand between her legs while he cuffed her, he then grabs her by the hair and forces her face down onto his desk. With his new nigger bent over his desk, ready to be fucked in two of her holes he looks at the male nigger standing against the wall and says "Boy, watching me drive my cock into this monkey is the closest you are gonna get to this pussy for a long time! And the only pleasure you are going to get from her is knowing that she is pleasing a white cock. Every night when she comes home you are going to wonder if she is carrying my seed inside her! And you will never know if I have cum in her mouth, her asshole or this tight wet nigger cunt! Every time you kiss her you are going to wonder if you are licking my cum off her lips or sucking it out of her mouth!"

Keeping his left hand wrapped in her hair, James removes his hand from her pussy and takes hold of his cock, sliding the head between the outer lips of her pussy. With a satisfied moan and a grunt James drives his cock balls- deep in to her with one hard thrust! Holding his cock deep inside her, he can feel her inner muscles flexing around him as her body accommodates the thickness of the invading white cock.

With the sudden intrusion of her body by her new Master, Traci grunts in surprise and pleasure. Her body convulses around his prick, attempting to welcome the unfamiliar man meat. Traci can hear her husband's intake of breath through his teeth when he sees the force of the white man's first thrust into her. And she hears the groans from both men. Her husband lets out a soft groan of envy and her Masters groan is pure animalistic pleasure which makes her happy that he like the feel of her pussy. She is expecting him to begin thrusting in and out of her, instead he just holds himself fully inside her, frustrating her need to be fucked by him and give him the pleasure that she is being used for.

While holding himself deep in the niggers cunt, James looks at her husband and asks "tell me, boy, is her asshole as tight and good as this cunt?"

Caught by surprise at being talked to by the man fucking his wife, Jerry stammers "...Uhm, I... I... don't know sir! I have never, uhm, done that with her..!"

This time it is James' turn to be surprised. "What? You have had this ass available to you for a decade and never tried it out? No wonder she wanted to become owned, she needs a real man to use her! You have let her say no to you and decide what you are allowed to do to her for too long. She has just wanted a strong man to take control.

"Well it is time to correct that!" pulling his cock out until the swollen head is just holding her pussy lips open and then driving all the way in until his balls slap against her, he starts fucking her slowly and deeply. "Damn this is good pussy! This is the best nigger cunt I have ever fucked! She is trying to milk the cum out of me with her pussy muscles!" Pulling her head off the table by her hair, he says to her "You like having this white cock in you don't you bitch? You are finally being used for what you were born for! Look at that nigger over there, you promised to keep yourself just for him! And now here you are, handcuffed, bent over my desk getting fucked while he stands there and watches! Look at him, he should be pissed that I am banging his wife! He likes watching you take white cock instead of his!"

After fifteen or twenty strokes into her pussy, James pulls his cock out and places the head between her ass cheeks. Letting a large amount of saliva collect in his mouth, he spits it onto her, letting it rundown the crack of her ass. He then takes the head of his prick and rubs the spit around and into her asshole. As soon as she is lubed up he begins to apply firm steady pressure, pushing slowly in to her bowels. As the head of his prick begins to penetrate her, he can feel her body tense up and resist the foreign feeling. "Don't fight it nigger, it will only hurt more! And you are going to take it all up your ass no matter what you do! This ass is mine to use and I am going to fuck it right now!"

Gritting her teeth against the pain of being fucked in the ass the first time, Traci forces herself to relax and allow the cock to penetrate her, and with an almost audible "POP" the head of it is suddenly inside her! "Ah! Ow! Fuck! It hurts Master!" and as he continues to push deeper into her ass, she is surprised to realize that she is beginning to like the feeling of not being in control, and knowing that this is what she was meant to be; a nigger in service to her white Master.

"Oh yeah! That's it nigger! Take it all in your ass! You're a good nigger! Take it like the whore you are!"

"Oh, god Massa! You is fucking dis niggas ass so deep! It feel so good! Fuck dis nigga Massa! I's yo' nigga now Massa! Oh, fuck! Yes! You is so deep in dat ass!"

"Damn! You are a natural nigger whore! get ready monkey, I am gonna cum deep in your ass! Ah! Oh! Yeah, here it comes nigger!" Then with a final grunt, he slams his cock hard and deep into her ass, and fills her with his cum.

She feels his body tense as he drives his final thrust into her, and she feels his cock twitch as his balls spew their contents deep into her ass. "Thank you fo' usin' yo' nigga Massa! I's to be yo' nigga!"

When his orgasm ends, James pulls his cock out of her and steps back away from her, "Nigger, turn around and kneel."

Saying nothing, she does as ordered, and finds herself at eye level with his softening cock. Looking up at her Master, Traci asks him "Massa, does you wan' yo nigga to clean yo cock?" When he nods, she opens her mouth and leans forward to engulf his spent and messy cock. Taking it fully into her mouth and throat, she licks and sucks the combination of his cum and spit, as well as her pussy juices from him. When she is finished and his entire crotch is clean, she leans back and sits on her heels. And while her eyes are fixed on the floor, she has a large smile on her face.

"What the fuck are you smiling about nigger?" James asks, with a smile on his own face.

"Massa, yo' nigga is smiling cuz I's happy that yo' nigga was able to please you. And cuz I's been dreaming about bein' owned my whole life, and now I is owned!"

"Stand up nigger." James tells her as he pulls his pants up and fastens them, before pulling his keys out of the pocket and removing the handcuffs. "Now, display bitch." He says as he turns and walks out of the office.

James is back in the room in just over a minute carrying a bag. He steps into a relatively open area of the floor of the office and tells the black woman to "Come to me and display like a good nigger." Just as he drops the bag into a chair. As the bag falls into the chair, with the distinct rattle of chains, James tells his new slave that she will not be going home for a few days. "You need some training, so you will be staying here for at least a week. During this time you will have no contact with anyone outside my home, you will not watch TV or listen to a radio, you will not read a newspaper. There will be no distractions to sidetrack you from learning what I am going to be teaching you."

As he finishes saying this, he reaches into the bag he dropped in the chair. With a slight grin on his face, James pulls out a large jumble of chains and steel cuffs of different sizes. Smacking the nigger bitch on the ass, he picks up the largest of the steel cuffs and wraps it around her waist and locks it in place with a padlock. And then one by one, he puts cuffs around each of her wrists and ankles. Lastly, he steps around to the front of her and lifts her chin until she is looking him in the eyes and wraps a steel collar around her throat, and snaps it closed with another padlock. Stepping back to examine his work, James exclaims "Now this is how a nigger should be! Naked and in chains!"

Turning to the black man that is still standing docilely against the wall, James tells him to go home "Boy, you are going to be leaving alone. This monkey will be staying with me for a while. She needs some training and use to get her broken in. you need to take care of you children. I will be needing to see you in a few days, so keep your black ass close to a phone and ready to come here when I call. Now, get your ass out of my office and home, boy!"

NICHOL

Always a very bright and precocious child, Nichol Rogers has known since she was ten years old that her mama has a "special" relationship with her boss. One night Nichol was outside enjoying a summer evening and playing hide-n-seek with her friends. She had found a hiding place in a bush next to the driveway of her parents home when Mr. Delray pulled into the yard to pick up her mama for a party he was having at his home. The odd hours that her mama worked, late nights and weekends, with occasional overnight shifts were pretty normal since mama started working. And they never kept her mama from going to any of her school functions or being around anytime her or her sister need their mama. So it is really no surprise that Mr. Delray wanted her mama to work the night of his party, serving drinks and such.

While she is hiding in the bush, Nichol watches as Mr. Delray pulls in and gets out of his car. Looking at the white man standing in the driveway waiting for her mama, Nichol is breathless. He is so tall and handsome! And even to the young girl, his sense of purpose, and self-assuredness is readily apparent.

Just then her mama comes out wearing a new outfit that she was given just that day for this party. When her mama steps onto the porch in the early evening light, Nichol is stunned by how pretty she looks in her new uniform. The white lace and black satin of the bodice, the short black satin skirt with snow white petticoats, and the sheer stockings all seem to have been made just to highlight her mamas dark skin color! And the strapless top fits in a way that makes her mama look like a model in some man's magazine of sexy women! And the finishing touch is the new shiny silver necklace that Mr. Delray gave to her mama just that very day. It is a simple ring of silver with a smaller ring in the front to hang a charm or pendant from. And it is, to the young girl, the most beautiful necklace she has ever seen. Not just because it is pretty, but because of how excited her mama was when she came home and showed it off to daddy earlier today. Nichol had been a little surprised when mama came home so early, it was only one in the afternoon and mama never came home that early. She was even more surprised when mama started yelling for daddy as soon as she opened the door. Her daddy came into the kitchen in a hurry thinking that there must be some kind of trouble and Nichol started to get nervous. That is until she saw the change on her daddy's face when he saw mama. He had looked at her and right away got very happy and excited, rushing to mama and picking her up in a bear hug and saying that he was so happy for her! The confused girl just sat there quietly and smiling, watching her daddy spin around with mama in his arms, both of them laughing. Then daddy had set her back down and said that he was happy that Mr. Delray had finally given her the privilege of wearing his collar. Right then the two adults had realized that she was sitting there and told her to go outside and play until dinner. Before she ran outside, Nichol stood and said "Mama? Can I ask you something?" when her mama said yes, Nichol told her that the new necklace is beautiful and that she must have done something real special for her boss to give such a nice gift. Her mama replied that he gave it to her because he likes how well she does her job and because he wanted me to know that he knows I work hard to keep his home comfortable for him. Now get your butt outside and play. That is how the girl came to be crouched in the bush at the time Mr. Delray came to pick up her mama.
Sitting in the bush, Nichol watches as her mama start to walk to the car. Looking back and forth between her mama and Mr. Delray Nichol is sure that there must have been a signal she did not see because suddenly her mama changes directions and come to the side of the car where her daughter is concealed in the bush. She walk over until she is a few feet from her boss and stops with her head down and her hands behind her saying "Massa, yo' nigga is ready to serve you."

Mr. Delray just nods and begins to walk around her looking at her from top to bottom, examining her closely. "Mm the new uniform fits very well nigger. The skirt is a little long and the neckline doesn't show enough of your beautiful tits. But that really does not matter since you will not be wearing very long."

"Massa, is you gonna use dis niggas holes in front o' your guests tonight?"

"Girl tonight there are going to be two bitch niggers serving my guests and the both of you will be fully available to anyone who wants to use you."

"Yes, Massa, of course. You said two niggas Massa, is da other one yo' sec'tary?"

"No, nigger, not my secretary. But she is someone you know. And tonight you will be able to show her how well you have learned your place as my nigger!" Then with a chuckle he adds "That's right nigger! The other whore that will be there is your mother!" As he watches that sink in to her mind, he swats her firmly on the ass and tells her to get in the car. As soon as he sits behind the wheel, she closes the driver's door and hurries around to the passenger side and climbs in just as the car begins to back out of the driveway.

Nichol had forgotten about her friends and the game she was playing as soon as Mr. Delray pulled into the driveway. Now her mind is whirling! What did everything she had just seen mean? What did it mean when mama asked if he was going to "use dis niggas holes", and what did he mean about her mama and grandma being "fully available to anyone who wants to use you"? And why did he tell her mama that she would not be wearing that pretty new uniform for very long? And what did her mama mean about "holes" bein used?

That night when her daddy tells her it is time for her to go to bed, she decided that she was gonna wait up and talk to her mama about everything she had seen and heard that night. Yet, even with as much as her mind was spinning with questions, she drifted off into a dream filled sleep.

When she woke the next morning the first thing in her mind, were her dreams. The main parts that she could remember were about a tall handsome white man. In her dream, he was confidant and strong and he called her "my nigger". He also gave her a necklace just like the one her mama was wearing and she never took it off, even to take a bath. Even though she never saw his face in her dream, she knew he was an older man, and that he was very good looking, and that she was thrilled to call him "Master"!

When she got out of bed and went to the kitchen for breakfast, she was only a little surprised that her mama was still not home. That had become fairly common in the three years that mama had been working for Mr. Delray, less common but still not strange is when her mama did not come home that night either. Nichol, however is not the average ten year old little girl. When she sets her mind to something, she never forgets what she is after, and does not give up until she gets it!

That very tenacity surprises her mother two weeks later when Nichol walks into the kitchen one night long after she was supposed to be asleep. With Nichol sitting at the table, Traci gets hot coco ready for the two of them and wonders aloud "Baby-girl, what you doin awake so late?"

"I don't know mam! I just caint sleep."

"Now girl, I am your mama and I know when there is something bothering my little girl! And there has been something nagging at you for weeks now. So drink your coco and talk to your mama about whatever is on your mind."

Now that the moment has arrived, Nichol cannot remember any of the questions that have been plaguing her for the last few weeks. "Uhm... well... mama I don' wan' you gettin' mad at me! I wasn't spyin' or nuthin'. It was jus' an accident that I saw..."

Not sure what in the world her eldest daughter is going on about Traci decides she needs to find out. "Girl, what are you goin' on about? Tell yo' mama what it is that has you so worked up. I promise that whatever it is I won't get mad at you child. Ok?"

"K, mama. Th'other night we was playin' outside in the yard. We was playin' hide-n-seek, and I was hidin' in the bushes next to the driveway, you know the ones mama?"

Not wanting to slow her daughter down, Traci just mumbles "Mmhmm..."

"Well, I was jus' hidin' there waitin' to run to the base nex' to the house. And right then, uhm, Mr. Delray drove up an' parked right in front of my hidin' place. That was the night that he give you that pretty silver necklace you been wearin' ever since, and he come to pick you up for the party at his home."

Starting to think she knows where this is going, Traci nods her head and tells Nichol "I remember, but I didn't see you there baby girl. How long were you hidden there?"

Very relieved that her mama isn't angry at her, Nichol begins to relax and is beginning to remember the questions she has been fretting over for a while now. "Uhm, well mama, I was there until after you and Mr. Delray were gone."

"Uh huh," Now Traci is getting a little nervous herself, wondering what questions her little girl is going to ask. "So you were right there the whole time then? Well, I bet you have lots of questions for me don't you girl?"

"Yes, mama. You and Mr. Delray said some stuff that has me real curious. Like; how come when you an' daddy talk about him you say "Mr. Delray" but when you were in the driveway you called him "Massa"?

With a soft chuckle, Traci reaches across the table and strokes her daughters cheek and says "Baby girl, when you have a question, you sure come up with a good 'un! But you are a bit younger than I was when I had these kinda questions for my mama! So this is gonna be a little more difficult for me to answer. But I'm gonna do my best to answer you.

"Well, girl, here goes... Some of us black folks want a different kinda relationship with white folks. And sometimes we get lucky and meet a white man or woman that wants to have the same kinda special relationship with us. When that happens we call the white folks "Massa" or "Mistress". And a while back I got real lucky and Massa James wanted to have that kinda relationship with your mama."

"Oh, ok mama. How come Massa James calls you "nigger"? Aint that a bad thing to be callin' you?"

"Nichol, you don' call him "Massa". You jus' keep callin' him "Mr. Delray" you got that baby girl? An' no, when my Massa calls me his "nigger" it is a good thing!

"You see yo' mama was raised to be a nigga. I wanted to have a Massa claim me ever since I jus' about thirteen. An' when I got pregnant with you and then yo' sister, I didn't think I would ever have a Massa. But then Massa James found me an' he wanted me to be his nigga. That day was one o' the best days in yo' mamas life!"

"Mama? Can I be a nigga too? Can I have a Massa like you an' gran'ma?"

"I tell you what, baby girl, if you still wan' ta be a nigga when you are thirteen, I will start teachin' you like my mama taught me. Ok?"

"Ok mama. But don' you be forgetin' cuz I aint gonna! Uhm, I still have some more questions mama..."

"I expect that you do girl, go ahead and ask 'em!"

Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, Nichol says "Ok mama, first you asked Mr. Delray if he was gonna "use his niggas holes." What did you mean by that? And why did he call you an' gran'ma "whore niggers?"

Thinking about how she is going to begin to explain sex and its "darker" kinky side to a ten year old, Traci looks at Nichol for a long moment and then begins "Well now, baby girl there are things that men want to do with women, and that women want the men to do. But if you want to be a special nigga fo' yo' Massa someday, you aint gonna let yo'self do them until you get claimed by yo' Massa. If you want to be a special nigga someday, yo' body is only fo' the man that picks you to be his property. An' only he is gonna get to do those things, ok baby?

"And "whore" is jus' another name that Massa James calls his nigga. There are others, some you have maybe heard, others you mayn't have. We will talk about them when you gets a little older, if you still wants to be a nigga."

"Ok, mama. Mama? When can I start learnin' to be a good nigga from you an' Gran'ma?"

"Well damn, baby girl! What you think you doin' right now? Askin' questions and listenin' to the answer is learnin'!" "Oh! Yeah, I s'pose yo' right mama!" Says Nichol with a giggle.

"Well, baby girl it is getting' late and we both got to be getting' up early. So go get yo'self some sleep and we'll continue this again later."

"Yes mama. G'nite mama I love you."

"G'nite, baby girl." A bemused Traci murmurs before wandering to her own bed and climbing in next to her husband.

TEENA, PT. II

Teena Jones has managed to get herself into more trouble than she ever thought possible. She never imagined that her two bosses were smart enough to figure out that she has been embezzling money from the company! After all these two white men don't even pay attention to the balance sheets she has given them for the last three months. But the two men did figure it out somehow! And now she is in a situation that she does not think she can worm her way out of this this time. And now that she is caught, she is being forced to make a decision that will decide her life for the next twenty or more years! She has two options to pick from, and she does not like either of them. But she only has seconds left to make a choice that will have repercusions that she cannot begin to foresee!

Looking at the men seated across the table from her, and considering her decision for what seems like an hour but is only about ten seconds Teena clears her throat and voices her life altering statement "I choose option number... two!"

James Delray looks at his business partner and best friend Mark Wilson and with a sharp laugh says "I told you this bitch nigger was too much of a coward to go to the County Work Farm! HA!"

Standing up and pulling one of the heavy bags off the floor and placing it on the table in front of him, James looks at the black woman seated on the far side of the table. Staring at her like he is waiting for a reaction from her, and not getting it, James tells her "Nigger, when a white man stands up and you are sitting, you will get off your black ass and standup unless you are told different! Now get on your feet and strip! A nigger like you does not wear clothes unless she is told to!"

He then begins pulling items from the bag on the table that are unfamiliar and disturbing to Teena. And as the pile grows, her apprehension grows with along with it. The unease she feels is not helped as she begins to undress in front of the men that until just moments before were held in contempt by her. And then there is the way that they are looking at her, they are staring at her as if she is now just a thing. The way their eyes are cataloging her features makes her feel as if she is just a collection of parts, and not an entire person. But the most disturbing part of this situation is the way she is reacting to it. She is not embarrassed like she "should" feel. Instead she is feeling exhilarated by the idea that these two older white men are plainly aroused by her! Her humiliation is countered by the feeling that this is, in some way that she does not understand, right.

Just as these thoughts are running through her mind, James walks around the table and approaches the naked black woman from behind. "Damn, Mark this nigger has got one hell of a nice ass!" he then puts his hand between her shoulder blades and pushes her until she has bent over the table. When he has her held down on the table top, he puts his hand on her ass and begins to squeeze and jiggle first one cheek then the other. "Mmm, nice and firm! I am gonna love shoving my dick in this ass and hearing her beg me to be gentle while I fuck her hard and deep!" then with a sharp, hard slap on her ass that leaves a perfect hand print, he grabs her by the hair and pulls her back to a standing position and pushes her to walk in front of him. Steering her with the firm grip of his fingers entwined in her shoulder length hair, he leads her around the table to stand a few feet away from the table.

Once she is where he wants her, James tells her "stay, nigger" while he starts to separate the items that he had taken from the bag that is now empty and on the floor under the table. To Teenas eyes the items are strange and forbidding. They are black leather, stainless steel, rubber and chains. Some of them she is aware of what they are, the shackles and handcuffs she recognizes, but others are somewhat mysterious to her. There is a thing that has leather straps, steel rings and a rubber ball that she cannot figure out the purpose of.

James walks around her, looking her over from top to bottom. Telling her to spread her feet shoulder width apart and to lace her finger together behind her head. "Ok. Now open your mouth and put your tongue out over your bottom lip. Back straight, bitch! Push those tits out! Move those hips forward. That's better, nigger. This position is called 'display'. When you are told to display you will get into this exact position. I will not tolerate any errors.

He then grabs the strange thing with the rubber ball and steps behind her. Then he reaches around and pushes the ball into her open mouth and begins adjusting the straps around the back of her head and from her jaw to the top of her head. When he is done, the ball is firmly held in place with no way for her to force it out, spreading her jaw open to an almost uncomfortable degree and making any attempt at speech impossible beyond garbled mumbling.

Next James begins with the leather straps that she had wondered about. First he cinches one around each wrist and padlocks them. When they are secure he repeats the process with each ankle, and then her waist. And finally he places a wide stiff collar around her neck that holds her chin up and forces her to look forward. When the collar is locked in place, he connects the wrist cuffs to the collar with lengths of chain, then each ankle is connected to the waist belt and the waist belt is connected to the front of the collar in the same manner.

Stepping back to inspect his handy-work, James looks at his friend and invites him to check out the bindings and inspect the nigger bitch. "Come on Mark, check out our new acquisition! This may be one of our best pieces of property yet. Too bad it cost us so much! A free nigger is always better, but this will be a good one anyway.

Standing to take advantage of the offer, Mark Wilson stands in front of Teena and looks her over. Without warning he thrusts his hand between her legs and pushes his finger between her pussy lips. "God damn! This nigger cunt is already wet! I would not have figured her to, but it seems she is getting off on this James! You sure as hell can spot 'em buddy! How did you know that this one might be a good nigger?"

Smiling at his friend, James tells him that he was only about eighty percent sure until just now. "But I tell you that I figured there would be more of a fight from her! It is a bit of a letdown. But I also told you that she was going to be a good fuck-monkey once she is broken!" then he reaches in to the pile of equipment and pulls out several bundles of rope. Walking to the end of the table he asks his partner and friend to bring the woman to him. "Hey, Mark, would you bring that wore nigger here so we can get her ready?"

Mark takes a grip on the chain between her collar and waist, just below her collar. Pulling on the chain, Mark tells her "Move your black ass, bitch! It is time you learn what you're good for! And we are looking forward to teaching you your place. You will not enjoy it at first nigger, but you will come to, in time. And if not, too bad! You belong to us now, you may as well learn to enjoy it!"

As soon as Mark has her positioned at the end of the table, he and James each grab a pair of rope bundles and unwind them. Taking a rope and folding it in half the men run the open ends of the ropes through "D" rings on each of the steel cuffs on the niggers ankles, then running them through the closed ends, binding them to the cuffs. Each man then loops the rope around the legs of the table, pulling her legs apart until her feet are in contact with the legs of the table. The ropes are then wrapped around both the table legs and the woman's ankles, securing her in place. They then attach the ropes to her wrist cuffs in the same way. The running ends of the ropes are secured to the legs at the far end of the table, stretching the nigger flat on top of the table. And as a final touch, one more length of rope is secured to the left side of the steel waist belt, run under the table and tied to the right side of her waist. The six points of attachment effectively immobilize Teena.

As she is being bound to the wooden conference table, Teena begins to get nervous. She has never allowed herself to be tied up by any of her boyfriends and is unsure about how she feels being totally and completely at the mercy of the two men. When they have finished tying her down, her first impulse is to pull on the ropes and try to stand or move. Even though she knew that she would not be able to, the feeling of immobility and helplessness scares her more than thinking about what the two white men are planning to do to her. Her thoughts are roughly interrupted by her hair being pulled hard enough to lift her head off the table and turn her to face James.

With a grin that makes her even more worried, James looks her in the eyes and says "look at me nigger! I want you to see what is coming and what you have to look forward to!" With that he picks up a strange looking device from amid the pile of items on the table. It is unlike anything she has seen before, to her it looks like a stack of different size balls that have been arranged from largest to smallest and smashed together with a handle on the bottom of the largest. She sees that the smallest ball is about the size of a golf ball and the other three get progressively larger until the biggest is about twice the size of the smallest one.

The second item that he pulls from the pile she knows what it is and what it is for. She is just not sure what purpose there is for a riding crop in this situation.

The third and last looks like some medieval torture device. It looks like a stick wrapped in two-tone braided leather with about thirty or so straps of leather that are about a quarter of an inch wide and a foot and a half long.

Still holding her head twisted at a painful angle, his next statement horrifies her more than the helpless position she is in. "Now nigger, your punishment begins! You will receive one stroke for every $500 you stole from us!"

Shocked to her very core at the thought that these two white men apparently intend to whip her like an old time plantation slave, Teena begins really pulling against the ropes and screaming at them, pleading them not to whip her. Unfortunately for her, not even she can understand what she is screaming. About the only thing that all of her struggling and screaming accomplishes is to sling drool around all over her face and the table under her.

"But first..." James says as he moves behind her with the odd shaped rubber thing.
Chocking out a combination laugh and cough, Mark says "Oh! Damn James! I can't believe you just said "Butt first" when you are going to shove that thing up her ass! HA! Damn!"

Now standing behind her with the butt-plug that he is about to shove into her, James says "Mmm! Damn this is a fine sight Mark! You should see this. This niggers cunt is dripping wet and the lips are gaping open waiting for a hard cock to use her! Looking at this cunt makes me want a piece of this nigger. My cock is hard enough to pound nails! I just want to tear this pussy up!"

Teena is furious with her body for betraying her, but at the same time she is secretly proud that he finds her attractive and that he is having such a strong reaction to her body. In the middle of these thoughts she is caught off guard by a cold wet feeling running into the crack of her ass. Next she feels a blunt rounded pressure slide up and down between her ass cheeks. At that moment, understanding and fear blossom in her mind. She now realizes that James is going to shove that odd looking rubber thing into her ass! This thought prompt another futile bout of struggling and screaming from the tightly bound woman. In her mind she is shouting "NO!" and begging him not to do this to her!

Her mental pleading is cut short by the feeling of pressure against her ass and pain as the first section is forced inside her. Yelling and clenching every muscle in her body in an effort to expel this humiliating invasion from her body.

James sees this reaction in her muscles and laughs with evil glee as he says "The more you fight it nigger, the more it is gonna hurt! This is going to be all the way in your black ass like it or not! This ass needs to be trained for taking cock deep and hard!" feeling her relax a little bit, he pushes both of the next larger sections in with one twisting shove.! "That's it nigger, get used to having this ass filled! I just love using a nigger ass! Remember bitch, you are not a person anymore! You are just a piece of nigger fuck-meat! Now, take a breath, nigger. Here comes the last and the biggest one!" With this pronouncement, he pushes against the plug, forcing it to spread open her anus and drive into her until all that is visible is the flared base and handle.