SAVAGES 

                            by 

                         Joe Doe


A PLANTATION OWNER EXPLAINS THE SLAVERY SYSTEM TO HIS NEW BRIDE 
DURING A VISIT TO THE SLAVE MARKET. 



"A lot of people who don't understand America as well as I do think 
the slave markets are cruel," the tall plantation owner explained.  
"But that's why I brought you here today, my dear.  As my new 
bride, it is important that you understand the inherent justice 
of slavery.  It is the basis for our way of life." 

The young couple strolled through the slave market hand in hand as 
the husband patiently tried to explain the basics of plantation 
economics to his reluctant wife.  She listened attentively and 
tried to understand a system that seemed very cruel to her.    

The wife stopped in front of a lovely young woman about her age.  
The woman was absolutely naked and was chained against a wall with 
her hands above her head.  

"It seems so HUMILIATING to display them this way, just because 
their skin is a different color," the wife exclaimed.  "I mean, 
to make them stand here in public, stark naked...to let strangers 
touch them...anywhere!" 

"It would be humiliating for you, my dear," the husband said, 
gently.  "But what you fail to understand is that slaves are 
not technically human beings.  Slaves are animals.  You can 
wrap a cloak around a farm animal, but their natural state is 
to run naked."    

"But, in her native land, she probably wore clothes," the wife 
said, still nervously eyeing the humiliated beauty's nakedness. 

"Possibly, but that's beside the point," the immaculately dressed 
plantation owner replied.  "Dressing a savage is really a silly 
pretense, like putting a hat on a cat." 

He shook his head knowingly.  "No, it's best to keep them buck 
naked.  It saves money and keeps the slave women from getting 
uppity.  You should never give a slave girl clothes, or teach 
her to read or write.  It just makes them snooty!" 

"But how can they read scripture?" the woman asked, gently. 

"They can have it read to them, but they must never be taught to 
read themselves," the man replied, sternly.  "Literate slaves mean 
rebellion; you might as well let the savages have guns as an 
education!  Ignorance is their natural state, just like nudity.  
It is best to keep slave girls butt-naked and bone stupid." 

"I would still like her to be able to read scripture," the young 
wife replied. 

"I know," he said, gently.  "The scriptures teach us that slavery 
is just, and giving these filthy heathens religion is one of the 
main reasons we enslave them.  Their slavery is what actually saves 
them from hell.  Of course, some of the stubborn ones still try to 
practice their own religion, but a taste of the whip or the paddle 
keeps them in line."   

"You mean you would actually whip this poor girl?" the stunned 
bride asked.  "As if she were an animal?" she asked. 

"She IS an animal, my dear.  She is nothing but an uneducated, 
crude, illiterate beast.  The paddle across her backside, applied 
long and hard, is the only thing a girl like this understands."

He gazed at the girl a moment before continuing.  

"Paddling really isn't cruel.  Like lobsters, they don't feel pain 
the way you and I do.  They hardly notice it when you spank or even 
brand their bottoms.  Oh, they make a big fuss about it, but it's 
just for show. 

"Enslaving them is really doing them a favor.  By their nature, 
these people are naturally lazy and shiftless.  If left to their 
own devices, they couldn't even feed themselves.  Plantation life 
provides them with religion, structure, food, and, most important, 
discipline.  She is lucky to be here." 

"And she would be lucky to have a fine master like you, my 
darling," the wife said, admiringly.  She looked the slave 
girl up and down critically and considered her beloved husband's 
arguments.  "She is probably too stupid to educate, anyway.  From 
the look of her, I don't think she understands a word we are 
saying." 

"Some of these savages can babble in their own tongues, and a few 
can scratch out pictures that resemble writing," he said, warming 
to the topic.  "But, as her owner, I would naturally have to teach 
her our language.  We'd start with simple words like 'fetch,' and 
'water,' and 'kneel.'"   

He shook his head sadly.  "Training a new slave can be quite 
exhausting, and, without the liberal use of the paddle, it 
would be impossible, seeing as how they are all so stupid." 

"I never thought of it that way, my darling," his beautiful young 
wife replied.  She glanced at the naked slave girl again.  "If you 
bought her, what would you use her for?" she asked.  "Would she 
work in the fields?"    

"Some, I suppose," the elegant plantation owner replied, 
absentmindedly.  "We would have to keep her from getting 
fat and lazy."   

The slave girl flinched as the master ran his fingers down her 
body, stopping to tweak her bare and erect nipples.  "But I 
would probably use this tasty little morsel as a breeder.  It 
is cheaper to breed slaves than to buy them, and a young girl 
of nineteen or twenty like this can breed me a litter of fifteen 
or twenty little slaves if I keep her plumped all the time." 

"Twenty children!" the young woman gasped in amazement.  "She'd be 
pregnant all the time!  She'd be more like a cat or a dog than a 
human being!" 

"Exactly, my dear," the man replied.  His prying fingers ran down 
the naked slave girl's belly and worked their way between her legs. 
The humiliated slave resisted at first, but a firm slap across her 
bottom -- and the sound of the slave trader's whip CRACKING! in the 
air -- brought her to heel. 

The wealthy plantation owner started to stroke her sex gently.  
"She would be bred like a farm animal and treated like a farm 
animal, because that is what she is.  All of this talk about 
freeing these illiterate savages, or teaching them to read and 
write, or sparing their delicate backsides from the indignity of 
the strap, is absolute nonsense.   Buy 'em, bare 'em, breed 'em!  
That's my motto." 

Although she didn't understand what her new master was saying, the 
naked slave girl found herself responding in spite of herself to 
his skillful manipulations.  Her responsiveness made her situation 
all the more embarrassing, and she looked away as the plantation 
owner proudly showed his glistening fingers to his wife. 

"She's a randy little slut, isn't she?" he said, merrily. 

"Disgusting!" the wife said, glaring angrily at the naked woman.  
"I can see now why you paddle them." 

"I'm also right to keep them naked, my dear," the man replied.  
"These little savages love strutting around naked, despite their 
protests to the contrary.  You can see now how ridiculous it is 
to feel sorry for this little vixen. 

"Of course, some "do-gooders" have the audacity to claim that 
plantation owners and overseers exploit these girls and take 
advantage of them sexually," he continued.  "But, as you can 
see, my dear, the opposite is true.  These randy sluts corrupt 
the decent men they come in contact with.  Most of them are all 
too eager to spread their legs for fresh piece of fruit, less 
time in the fields, or a reprieve from the paddle.  What is an 
honest man to do?" 

The wife looked the naked slave girl up and down.  She was lovely 
in a bizarre kind of way.  "Would you sleep with this one if we 
bought her?" the wife asked, her voice oozing jealousy. 

"It would be my duty, my dear," he replied.  "As a race, these 
monkeys are naturally inferior to us, and it is only by rigorous 
breeding and seeding that we can create something worth selling."     

"You wouldn't...feel anything for her, would you?" the wife asked, 
suspiciously. 

"Of course not!"  He was deeply shocked.  "I wouldn't 'make love' 
to her...I would breed her.  The way that I would handle this 
little slut would make it clear to her that she was there for 
seeding, not for affection. 

"Even when I breed a wench and a buck, I usually sell the buck soon 
afterwards," he added.  "The last thing you need is a group of 
slaves putting on airs and thinking that they're part of some sort 
of ridiculous FAMILY!" he scoffed.  "Best to keep a wench covered 
by a variety of males -- keep the breeding as impersonal as 
possible -- so they don't start thinking that they understand what 
love is about!" 

He signaled the slave trader to unshackle the naked slave from the 
wall.   

It was time to put the little slut through her paces.   

The plantation owner rudely probed her teeth and gums, looking for 
imperfections or signs of disease.  She had a flicker of defiance 
in her eyes, and a tiny glimmer of intelligence, but the whip would 
keep her in her place.  He weighed her breasts and fondled her 
buttocks, enjoying the feeling of her soft flesh in his rough 
hands. 

His wife laughed as the young bitch obediently scampered across 
the yard on all fours to fetch back the stick she had just thrown.  
She was less amused when her husband checked the tightness of the 
slave's rear blow hole, but she took some satisfaction in the look 
of horror on the young girl's face as it dawned on her how 
thoroughly her master planned to use her. 

The plantation master noted that the pretty slave was a virgin, 
which would make busting her all the sweeter.  But he decided 
not to mention that to his jealous wife. 

Though she frowned at first at the thought of competing with this 
naked savage for her new husband's affection, the wife began to 
smile as she reconsidered the situation.  As mistress of the 
plantation, she would have the power to paddle the little doxy's 
backside.  And the thought of the exotic beauty bathing her, and 
rubbing and kissing her feet at night, and waiting on her hand and 
foot was not altogether displeasing.... 

The little savage had a defiant look in her eye.  It might be fun 
to tame her! 

"I think you're right about these savages, darling," she said.  
"I can't imagine why I ever thought slavery was wrong.  Let's 
buy this one." 

"Of course, my dear," the man replied magnanimously.  "Now. let's 
go take our seats.  The auction is about to begin, and we have 
reserved seats in the front row." 

As the naked slave girl was brought up to the block, the young wife 
took a moment to review the information in the auction book.  It 
was good to know as much as possible about a piece of merchandise 
before you bid on it: 

	NAME: CYNTHIA JOHNSON

	ORIGIN: ATLANTA, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

	AGE: 20

	MUSLIM?: NO

	LITERATE IN ARABIC?: NO

	CAPTURE HISTORY: BARBARY PIRATES BOARDED HER SHIP WHILE 
	SHE WAS VACATIONING IN THE MEDITERRANEAN. 

	EDUCATION AND SPECIAL SKILLS: SPEAKS ENGLISH, LATIN, GREEK; 
	FAMILIAR WITH TRIGONOMETRY AND CALCULUS, PLAYS PIANO AND 
	VIOLIN. 

	HER FATHER-IN-LAW, SENATOR JEFFERSON JOHNSON, REFUSED TO 
	PAY TRIBUTE TO BARBARY PIRATES "ON PRINCIPLE."   

	CYNTHIA HAS EXPERIENCE RUNNING A PLANTATION AND IS ALSO 
	FAMILIAR WITH HER FAMILY'S SLAVE TRADING AND IMPORT/EXPORT 
	BUSINESS.   

"What is a senator, darling, and where is Atlanta?" the young 
African woman asked her husband.   

"Whatever it is, wherever it is, it hardly matters," the coal black 
plantation owner replied.  "As I said, you don't understand 
America.  I buy and sell American sluts all the time, and I can 
assure you that they are all illiterate heathen savages.  This 
honey-haired whore is going to be a bed warmer, and how many savage 
languages she speaks hardly matters.  We will convert her to Islam, 
train her to speak Arabic, and paddle her if she doesn't spread her 
legs.  What she THINKS she WAS is irrelevant." 

The black plantation owner held up his hand to signal his first 
bid as the auctioneer ordered the Southern beauty on the block to 
spread her legs widely in front of the sea of smiling black faces.  

The beautiful blonde American blushed in shame at the humiliating 
command, but dutifully obeyed.  Cynthia had watched countless 
auctions in Atlanta, but of course she had never felt any sympathy 
for the women on the block.   

After all, they were illiterate savages....

From the bars of his prison, her husband, Alexander, looked on 
helplessly as his naked wife was displayed for the eager buyers.  
They had set sail as soon as they had been married, and Cynthia 
had denied him conjugal privileges until they were in "a real bed" 
in Europe.  He had reluctantly agreed, which meant that now he had 
to watch a sleazy black trader auction off his wife's virginity. 

Alexander had been purchased just a few hours before by the couple 
that were now bidding on his wife.  For years, he had dreamed of 
living on his family's plantation, relaxing on the porch with his 
beautiful wife while black wenches attending to his every whim. 

But now Alexander would be living a very different version of the 
same fantasy.  Now he was the naked buck, toiling in the fields 
while the black newlyweds sat on the porch, sipping lemonade.  
Cynthia, dressed in a scanty, filthy slave rag, would be serving 
them.  Eventually, the black woman would doze, and Alexander's 
fists would close in helpless frustration as he watched Cynthia's 
black master run his hand up her shapely bare leg and slip his 
meaty fingers under her scandalously short skirt. 

"It says she helped run a slave trading business," the black 
plantation mistress said.  The black woman paused for a moment, 
and then turned to her husband, suddenly alarmed.  "My goodness!" 
the wife exclaimed.  "You don't suppose this white slave girl 
actually bought and sold BLACK people, do you?" 

"Don't be ridiculous, darling," the black man replied.  "She's just 
a savage!" 

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NOTE FROM JOE: I WANTED TO INJECT A BRIEF THOUGHT HERE.  THIS 
STORY WAS INSPIRED BY A SATIRE BENJAMIN FRANKLIN WROTE TOWARDS 
THE END OF HIS LIFE THAT "JUSTIFIED" THE ENSLAVEMENT OF WHITE 
PEOPLE BY THE BARBARY PIRATES.  HE REVERSED THE RACIST ASSUMPTIONS 
COMMON IN AMERICA: FROM THE AFRICAN PERSPECTIVE, WHITES DESERVED TO 
BE ENSLAVED BECAUSE THEY WERE HEATHENS WHO NEEDED TO BE TAUGHT 
ISLAM, WHITES WERE TOO LAZY TO FEED THEMSELVES AND SO HAD TO BE 
ENSLAVED FOR THEIR OWN GOOD, WHITE WOMEN WERE NATURALLY PROMISCUOUS 
AND HAD TO BE CONTROLLED, ETC.  IT WAS AN INTERESTING APPROACH THAT 
UNDERSCORES HOW SILLY RACISM REALLY IS.  
  


Edited by C. Lakewood