A Merry Tune 2
by
jaydee
A sequel to Joe Doe's "A Merry Tune"
Toby led her stumbling ex-mistress back to the small barn. She
planned for Sharon to be "bred" like an animal, not married
advantageously amid silk dresses and magnolia blossums like
others of her class.
"Oh, God! Oh, my! Toby, I am so ashamed! I...they...oh, Toby!
I will never be able to face any of those slaves again. Why, Toby?
Why did you have to be so mean?" Sharon was in tears.
Toby smirked at the soft pleading tone of her formerly imperious
mistress. She could tell that Sharon was still dazed and confused
from being treated like a slave, forced to strip and be displayed
not only to an important white man, but to her own slaves, as well.
Then there were those devastating orgasms at the hands of her
personal slave.
Toby had a firm grip on Sharon's upper arm and was pulling her not
so gently toward the barn...and whistling a merry tune as she did
so.
"Toby, wh-what are you doing? Where...are you taking me?" Sharon
whined.
Toby grinned. Sharon was usually so haughty and self-assured.
The black girl craftily answered, "The banker man, he say he wants
y'all tied down so y'all won't try runnin' away in the night. He
say Miss Sharon may trust y'all, but he sho' don't."
"Oh, NO! How much longer does this have to go on? I just can't
do this any longer, Toby. We have to tell him the truth. I know
he'll sell my home, but I've suffered so much shame and humiliation
today. It's got to end."
Toby jerked Sharon to a halt suddenly, forcing her to turn so they
stood face to face. "Now you listen to me, Sharon Jackson! We
have NOT gone through all this trouble just to give up now. Do
y'all think it was easy on me, puttin' my own mistress through
'Slave Paces'? Well, whatever y'all thinks, howsomever ungrateful
y'all are, irregardless of how selfish a daughter y'all is, Ah'm
not gone let y'all same as spit on your father's grave by givin'
up. If Ah has to take this crop to yo' backside for real, Ah will.
But Ah will NOT let y'all quit! UNNERSTAND ME, GIRL?" Toby was
practically shouting in her mistress' face. She paused, quivering,
and held her breath as she waited to see how Sharon would respond
to a slave -- her own slave -- yelling at her and putting her in
her place.
Toby watched anxiously as several emotions crossed Sharon's face.
First, shock at being talked to that way, then embarrassment at her
recent performance out in the open on her own property, and finally
shameful acknowledgement that Toby was right.
"I'm sorry, I guess. Toby. I am so confused. It is is so
unbelieveable that I am outside naked." She gasped. "NAKED!
Oh, no! I don't have clothes on! Someone will see me! Please
let me have something to wear."
Toby smiled with a mixture of relief and triumph. "Don't y'all
worry 'bout bein' seen bare-assed, girl. Ever'body done seen all
they is to see. They all enjoyed the show y'all put on, 'specially
when yo' white ass was up in the air humpin' this crop. Yes'm!
Y'all done shown ever'body y'all is randy as a bitch!"
Sharon's hand flew to cover her wide-open mouth, her eyes filled
with tears, and then she fainted, falling at her slave's feet.
Toby sneered at her former mistress as she lay unconscious on the
ground. She turned her over onto her back and pushed her legs
farther apart so her sparsely haired pussy was visible. She noted,
in passing, that it was still wet.
Toby half-carried, half-dragged Sharon into the barn and put her
on her knees in the calf holding slot between the stalls. After
closing the locking arm down over Sharon's back, Toby went around
to the other stall and laid Sharon's head onto her crossed
forearms. Toby smoothed the long, fine dark hair away from
Sharon's face.
"Damn," she thought. "This is way too much fun. Ah sho' wishes Ah
could keep her like this. But the banker man he gone take her
away tomorrow for the mortgage, an' if they was any way Sharon
coulda paid it, she woulda never submitted to this wild idea...even
'fore she found out jus' how wrong it could go."
Toby's hand moved to Sharon's tit, and she began milking her like
a cow, noting the immediate response of the nipple as it became
fully engorged. The other hand gently moved along Sharon's smooth
back and down into the crevice between the previously white cheeks,
now still blotchy from the crop's "encouragement." Her finger
followed the crease down to the brown rosette deep in the cleft.
She rubbed it gently and then moved along to the wet pussy below.
She stroked the lips and the slightly aroused clitoris. Only a
few moments of this tender massage were necessary before the clit
erected fully.
She dipped two fingers of her right hand into the well of Sharon's
pussy and then moved them back again to Sharon's asshole...and
pushed her index finger inside. She gently moved her finger back
and forth, noting the quickening breath of the still-unconscious
girl. She then resumed playing with Sharon's pussy, now
left-handed.
After a bit, she began transferring dollops of musky juice from
Sharon's pussy to her slack mouth, coating Sharon's lips and
tongue and grinning broadly as the still unconscious girl began
reflexively sucking on the dark, oily fingers.
All the while, she continued pumping Sharon's bottom, but now with
two fingers.
Sharon began to pant, and her eyes slightly opened. She was still
out, but coming around. Toby smiled and thought, "Comin' 'round,
yep, she'll sho' be cummin' in jus' a li'l ol' minute." And, with
that thought, Toby concentrated on massaging Sharon's hard little
clit with one hand and reaming her tight white ass with the other.
Sharon's breath caught, her eyes popped open, and then a soft,
startled moan announced her third orgasm at the hands of her slave.
"Damn, girl! Y'all hot as a firecracker on the Forf o' Jooleye!"
She gave the upturned, quivering ass a stinging smack and said,
"Y'all is one horny bitch, Sharon!" Toby grinned when Sharon burst
into tears and hid her face, but did not deny what Toby said.
"Damn, they HAS to be a way to keep this white bitch here!" Toby
thought. She rose and again smacked her former mistress on her
upraised bottom, receiving only soft cries of dismay from the
aristocratic white woman. "Now, don't y'all go nowhere," Toby
said, with a smirk.
"Please, Toby! Please, can you cover me with something? I feel so
naked, but, even more than that, I feel ex-exposed...," Sharon
whispered. When Toby knelt and gently brushed her hair out of her
eyes, Sharon surprised them both when she rubbed her face into
Toby's hand.
"Lemme go get yo' slave dress, girl." Toby returned a few minutes
later, whistling a merry tune and going into the stall behind
Sharon. "Damn, girl, y'all is STILL drippin'!" She said it almost
nonchalantly, but she was pleased to see the answering clenching of
Sharon's thighs and buttocks.
"Ah gone raise the locking arm. You ain't gone gimme me no
trouble, now, right?" Toby punctuated her question with another
stinging slap to Sharon's now pinkish bottom. This elicited only
groans and hushed promises to be good from the formerly prudish
white girl.
After raising the arm and helping Sharon struggle up to a kneeling
position, Toby place a firm hand on Sharon's shoulder when she
tried to rise further. "No, Sharon, yuh needs t'put this li'l
sack on an' then lay back down."
Sharon blushed. She wanted to say something to put Toby back in
her place...to reestablish herself as the Mistress of Tarsdale.
It was important to her, she knew this might be her last chance
to save herself from...what she did not know. The blood of her
aristocratic heritage rose, giving her the strength to try to
overcome the humiliations and debasement she had suffered, duped
walking herself into this predicament. But just then she heard
the banker's voice outside the barn.
She saw Toby's head whip around to the door, wide-eyed. Then she
snapped back around to Sharon and hissed, "Here, yuh put this on,
girl!" She roughly raised Sharon's arms over her head and pushed
the burlap sack dress onto her.
Sharon reacted to Toby's obvious agitation with panicky movements
that kept her well-tangled in the sack dress. She was still
helpless when Toby pushed her back into her former position easily.
When she heard the locking arm click into place, she knew she was
right back where she had been.
Kneeling, her bare white ass sticking up in the air, she could feel
the slickness on her inner thighs. She was oozing pussy-cream.
She finally managed to pull the sack dress over her head and onto
her arms. She tried to push it back to cover herself, but it would
not go past the locking arm. Worse, unless she raised herself onto
her arms, she could not keep the sack from sliding down her back
until it covered only her shoulders. This was worse than being
completely naked. The only one it prevented from seeing her nude,
white body was herself. With tear-filled eyes she raised her head
to listen for the banker, all the time saying, "Don't come in.
Don't come in. Don't come in."
She heard Toby move and it was all she could do not to scream at
her to stay still and not draw the white man's attention.
Toby left the barn then, and Sharon heard her and the banker
talking outside. Then the dinner bell rang. She realized that
the others would be answering the call to dinner. She would not;
she would be locked in the barn like an animal, a bitch, until
someone else decided it was okay for her to leave. She felt a
kinship with the slaves she had never experienced before. She
wondered if this helplessness and hopelessness was the same as
what Toby had felt last week when Sharon had spanked her with the
same crop that Toby had used this morning to scour her bottom.
She wished she could apologise to Toby. She then promised herself
that, when the banker left and she was free, she would make it
up to Toby, somehow.
Toby came back in with a surprised and scared look on her face.
"Y'all in for it now, girl. Yuh showed yo'sef too much the fancy
girl, looked too beautiful shakin' yo' titties and ass for that
bankerman. What we gone do now?"
"Toby, what is wrong? What do you mean?" Sharon looked up at
Toby from her crouched position, trying to ignore the incongruity
of her present position -- practically naked with a tender bottom
and a leaking puss...vagina.
"He gone take yuh in the mornin' an' brand yuh, an' put yuh in
chains on a ship to the Caribbean, where y'all be a slave for
the rest of yo' days. But fust, he gone breed yuh with M'fassa."
Sharon gave a cry of dismay and began shaking all over and moaning,
"NOOoooo! Oh, please, Toby, please don't let M'fassa rape me."
"Oh, don' worry 'bout that. M'fassa, he ain't gone touch yuh
'til yuh BEGS him to."
With that, she squirted a glob of some gooey substance deep into
Sharon's pussy.
"In a jus' a minute, yuh'll start itchin', girl, an' go into heat,
right quick. Ah'll be back, by-an'-by.
Already, the goo had started to melt...and to itch....
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Well after dinner, Toby again visited the barn, around which half
a dozen bucks were lounging. She could hear Sharon's whimpers
from some distance away.
Inside, Toby was pleased with what she saw. Sharon was sweating
and disheveled, helplessly wriggling her butt in a vain attempt to
extinguish the relentless, maddening itch that was tormenting her.
"Ah 'spects yuh sho' nuff in heat now, missy. What say? Want
M'fassa to scratch that li'l ol' itch?
"Please, Toby, oh PLEASE make it stop!"
"It'll stop AFTER M'fassa breeds yuh...an' not befo'!"
"Let him...'breed'...me, then. Please!"
"Yuh WANTS M'fassa? Yuh NEEDS M'fassa? Yuh LOVES M'fassa? SAY
IT, NIGGER!"
"I-I want M'fassa...I NEED M'fassa...I l-love M'fassa.... Please."
"Well, if'n thats what yuh really wants.... An' Ah 'spects that
ointment has calmed itsef down to where M'fassa won't mind it none.
'Course, now, after him, yuh gots some other beaus waitin' round
outside fo' their turns. Yuh gotta be good to alla them, hear?
Ah knows yuh can whistle, girl. So, all the time yuh gettin' bred,
yuh be whistlin' a merry tune. Yuh stop whistlin', all them big
bucks better be satisfied, or Ah'll take a switch to yo' miserable
hide.... An' then use MORE OINTMENT!"
She went to the barn door and beckoned the hulking Mandingo.
Sashaying back to the main house, she smirked when the sounds
of whistling began behind her.
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As Sharon gradually came back to consciousness, she heard someone
whistling a merry tune and found that she felt cooler.... She was
lying across someone's lap.... SOMEONE WAS WASHING HER PUSSY?
HER WELL-FUCKED PUSSY! WASHED IN A BARN LIKE A...BREEDING BITCH.
"Toby?" Sharon asked, hesitantly.
"Yes'm, sugar. It's me. Ah thought yuh'd feel better if'n Ah
washed y'all down some. Ah knows how much that li'l ol' bitch
dog of yo' pa's loooved bein' washed. So Ah thought y'all would,
too. Yuh feel better now, sugar?" Toby asked gently, all the
while grinning wickedly at the thought of comparing Sharon to a
bitch. She also knew that reminding Sharon of her father again
would wound the girl.
Sharon squeezed her arms around Toby's waist and cried, "What is
going to happen to me? I just can't be a slave! Please, Toby,
help me!" Sharon burst into tears yet again, as much as conceding
defeat.
"Don't yuh worry yo' pretty little head, fancy girl. While yuh
was lazing around like a little pig, Ah found us a way outa this
here problem. Ah sent li'l Jimbo to yo' step-aunt with a letter
'splainin' ever'thin' that's happened. Ah'm sho' she'll come
and pay off the banker and pre-vent yuh from becomin' somebody's
slave girl...somebody else's slave girl...." Toby's voice had a
malicious tone. She knew that Sharon and her aunt (who was
actually several years her junior) did not get along. Toby
expected the aunt would gladly seize this chance.
"Oh, Toby! You didn't!" cried Sharon aghast. "You didn't mention
what you, ah, what I...what happened this morning, did you?"
"O' course, Ah did. Yo' aunt'll need to know ever'thin' so's she
can save y'all. Ah tried to be real descriptive. Ah'm not sho'
Ah gots the words right talkin' 'bout yo' 'slave paces.'" She
brightened up and slapped Sharon's bottom and said, "Ah sho'ly
did yuh justice, though, describin' yuh fetching the stick wif
yo' bare li'l ass wigglin' like a good li'l bitch. Yuh woulda
been right proud of me!" Toby smiled down at the devastated white
girl.
Toby knew Sharon had been defeated. Here she was lying in a stall
bare-assed, being washed down by her slave and not complaining
about the indecent liberties she was still being subjected to.
Toby gently turned Sharon's face to her and said, "Don' worry,
fancy girl, yo' aunt'll treat you like the randy li'l bitch yo'
is. No mo' hi-falutin airs for yuh. Yuh is now a octoroon slave.
Ah looks fo'ward to takin' a strap to yo' backside. Yuh hear me,
bitch?" Toby added several stinging slaps to the tender,
trembling, backside of the former Mistress of Tarsdale.
Sharon groaned and sniffled as tears rolled down her cheeks. She
mourned the stripping away of her clothes and her dignity and her
virginity and now, at the end, her very freedom. This morning she
had been a free woman, the Mistress of Tarsdale. Now she was just
a slave bitch waiting for a free white woman decide her fate.
Edited by C. Lakewood