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Linda's Degradation - 2
by Canary (canaryhouse@csonline.net)
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Linda's new life as a slave to her white master. She
just hates riding a wooden horse. She learns why she is
where she is. (Mf, ped, nc, rp, bd, huml)
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He looked at me sitting in the chair. "What the fuck
are you doing in a white man's chair," he barked. "You
know the only furniture you're allowed in is the floor
and my bed when I feel like fucking you. And why the
hell do you still have clothes on? I told you last time
that you were to be naked at all times when you were
here."
I quickly jumped from the chair and stripped off my
clothes as fast as I could. "I'm sorry Massa," I
mumbled. "I didn't know about the furniture and I
forgot about the clothes."
His voice softened somewhat. "Well, actually you're
right about the furniture thing, but you do have to be
punished for being in the house with clothes on. Come
along." With that he grabbed me by the ear and led me
outside. We went across the lawn toward the barn. He
let go of my ear about half way there which I was glad
about because it hurts being dragged around by your
ear.
PART TWO
He roughly pushed me in front of him toward the side
door of the barn. He opened the door and pushed me
inside. I heard him cuss as he fumbled for the switch
to turn on the lights. When the lights finally came on,
I gasped. It was totally unlike the inside of any barn
I had ever heard about.
There were no stalls anywhere. There was basically
nothing but one big room. In the center of the room was
a large stage kind of thing. It stood about five feet
off the floor and was probably 20 x 20 feet square.
There was canvas running from the back corners of the
stage effectively creating a room behind the stage as
there was also canvas running from the ceiling down to
the stage.
The stage itself contained a wide variety of different
items. These included a pole sticking straight up in
the air, what looked like a sawhorse except that it was
highly polished and had a relatively sharp edge
pointing straight up, and something that looked like a
foot stool which I couldn't imagine the purpose for.
There were chains with hooks hanging from the ceiling.
I looked up and saw that it was driven by a motor and
was running on rails which would permit it to move to
any area of the stage.
"How do like my little punishment chamber and auction
block, nigger," he said to me. I didn't say anything, I
just shivered in fear.
He herded me over to a part of the barn I hadn't
noticed before. It reminded me a lot of pictures I had
seen of an old time blacksmith's forge. Humming a
wordless tune to himself, he struck an match and threw
it into what seemed to be a charcoal pit. Flames shot
up and I jumped back in surprise.
Then the tension became too much for me and I bolted
for the door. He caught me within about four steps and
lifted me up with his arms wound tightly around me. I
kicked him in the shins and he set me down and spun me
around. "Damned little hellion," he snarled. I saw his
huge fist coming at my face and then everything went
black.
When I came around again, it was because of a terrible
pain in my arms. I attempted to move them and
discovered that they were bound together at the wrist
quite tightly. I tried bending them at the elbow and,
while I could do it, it was very difficult. I opened my
eyes and discovered the problem. My hands were shackled
together and I was hanging from a hook on a chain
coming down from the ceiling.
I heard massa's voice. "Welcome back to the world of
the living nigger. Now you're going to learn your
place, you uppity cunt." He was almost cackling and I
saw drool dribbling from his mouth.
"Please massa," I begged. "Put me down, I'll be good. I
promise."
"Not until you've learned your lesson slut." He left me
hanging there and moved the sawhorse that I had seen
earlier directly beneath me. "Now," he said firmly.
"I'll let you down."
I felt myself descending slowly toward that damnable
sawhorse. I new instinctively that he wanted on leg on
either side of the crossbar in the sawhorse. With the
beveled edges of it, I new it would hurt my pussy
terribly if I let that happen. I knew he would expect
me to do it without protest so I waited until the last
second and quickly brought one leg up and over the bar
so that I was missing it completely.
He didn't get upset. He simply raised me back up about
six feet and then dropped me suddenly for about a foot.
I felt excruciating pain shoot through my shoulders as
my entire weight of my body pulled against them. Just
to be sure I got the point he did it a second time. I
couldn't resist it any longer. I screamed in pain.
"Now spread you legs wide," he snarled. Afraid that he
would drop me fast again, I complied immediately.
I lowered my head and watched in horror as my
defenseless pussy approached that horrid sawhorse. The
edge looked even sharper than I remembered. I knew it
was going to hurt, but I knew if I resisted he would
drop me again and this time I was afraid it would pull
my arms right out of their sockets.
I felt the sharp wooden edge press against my cunt lips
and immediately brought my legs together. It didn't
help. The wood spread my lips and then was pressing
hard against my helpless hole.
It hurt a little, but not really so bad that I couldn't
stand it. My legs would barely reach the floor, but if
I stood on my tiptoes I could relieve the pressure
somewhat on my cunt. Then he started moving me forward,
pulling me by the arms along the length of the horse.
The force of being dragged along that thing plus with
the angle he was pulling me at was dragging right
against my clit. It was unbelievably painful and
finally I couldn't take it anymore.
"AAAIIIIIIIEEEEE! PLEASE MASSA! NO MOOOOOOOOORE! IT
HURTS SO BAAAAADDDDD! STOP. OH PLEASE STOP. I'LL DO
ANYTHING MASSA. ANNNYYYTTTHING!"
Through the painful haze I heard him laughing. It was
almost a maniacal laugh. "This is nothing more than to
teach you your place, nigger."
Tears were streaming down my face as I felt him
attaching cuffs to my ankles. He grabbed my left leg
and pulled it back and out to the side. If my wrists
hadn't been held by the chain I would have fallen off,
but as it was, it simply forced the pointed edge of the
horse hard against my left pussy lip. The pain was
unbelievable. I screamed and screamed as he laughed at
my pain.
He finally left go of my leg and as it flopped down I
tried to pull myself up a little with my arms. It made
my wrist hurt really bad, but at least it relieved the
unbearable pain in my cunt. He walked around to the
other side and began to pull on my right leg and I was
screaming again.
He made a game of it. First one leg and then the other.
It went on and on and on. The pain in my cunt was
unbelievable. I just wished I could die. I begged and
pleaded and cried and screamed, but he just kept going,
enjoying my agony.
Finally, he tired of his game and then the real pain
set in. He tied my legs out wide on either side of the
horse which placed my entire weight directly on my
tortured cunt. I screamed and screamed and cried and
begged and then everything went black as I passed out.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Learning my place
I awakened in agony. I was still on the horse and
everything seemed black. I opened my eyes and still saw
nothing. I wondered if I had gone blind. The sudden
light that flooded the room caused me to blink and then
close my eyes quickly to lessen the pain in them. I was
in enough pain as it was.
I opened them again at the sound of Massa voice. "Well,
nigger," he barked. "Have you learned your lesson?"
"Oh yes, Massa," I cried. Tears were streaming down my
face as I begged piteously. "I'll be good and do
whatever you say. Please take me down from this awful
thing."
"Well," he said thoughtfully. "I suppose you have, but
I really can't be sure. Maybe I ought to leave you
there a little longer." He turned to walk away.
"PLEASE MASSA," I screamed. "I'VE LEARNED MY LESSON.
REALLY I HAVE."
He turned back. "Oh, all right."
He unhooked my legs and they fell uselessly on either
side of the terrible horse. They didn't want to work
after being held for so long in one spread-eagle
position. He pushed a button and I was hoisted up and
off of the horse. When I looked down I saw that the
horse was covered with blood – my blood. I wondered if
I was ruined forever.
He walked over and moved the horse off to the side of
the stage. I watched numbly as he removed his clothes
and laid them, folded carefully, on a chair on the
stage. His erection was even more huge than I
remembered.
He walked to me and looked eagerly at my mangled cunt.
"Tore you up pretty good, didn't it nigger?" he asked
nastily. "I'm not sure I want to put my cock into
something that ugly." He paused, "Oh well, I can always
make you lick me clean afterward."
Oh no, I thought numbly. Surely he wasn't going to fuck
me now. My poor pussy was already screaming in pain
from being on the horse all night.
But he was. He lowered me until my crotch was even with
his, centered his crotch on my mangled pussy and rammed
into me to the hilt. I screamed and screamed. I had
never felt such pain before, even the horse wasn't this
bad.
He grabbed my ass with both hands and started pounding
into me as hard as he could. The lifting was relieving
some of the pain in my arms, but that was little
consolation because of the pain he was inflicting on my
cunt.
It went on and on. It seemed like forever. There was no
pleasure, only the never ending pain. Finally, I felt
him stiffen and shoot his scum into my battered body.
All of the rage seemed to have gone out of him. He
lowered me to the floor, removed the chains that had
been holding me. He scooped me up in his massive arms
and carried me into the house.
He walked the stairs slowly and opened the door to one
of the bedrooms. He laid me gently on a bed. The cool
sheets felt good on my tortured body. He leaned over
and kissed me lightly on the forehead. "Good night,
Little One," he said softly.
I vaguely heard him walk to the door, close it and
heard the key in the lock. I lay there crying softly,
but eventually sleep overcame me and I slept the sleep
of the dead.
CHAPTER NINE
Virgin Again
I drifted in and out of consciousness. I can remember
gentle hands lightly massaging my body. I remember
waking up to see a mask being placed over my face and
the smell of ether. I wondered idly if I was dead as I
drifted off in to a drug induced sleep.
When I finally awoke it was to stare directly into the
face of somebody who I thought had been my friend.
"Laura," I said weakly.
"Linda," she said smiling widely. "I'm glad your back
with us, when I first saw you I thought you were going
to die."
"What?"
"I'll explain everything, but there'll be time for that
later. Are you hungry?"
I nodded.
"I'll get you something." She rose and walked out of
the room.
As she walked out, I noticed for the first time that
she was naked. While she was gone, I tried to figure
out what had happened to me.
I looked down at my naked body. There were massive
bandages between my legs. I wondered if perhaps my lips
had been so badly damaged by that damned horse that
they had had to remove them.. Was I ruined for life?
There was a dull ache between my legs, but other than
that, I no longer hurt any place.
Over the next few days I improved rapidly. A man who I
assumed was a doctor came and removed the bandages from
between my legs. It hurt a bit when he removed the
catheter, but it wasn't all that bad. I was relieved to
see that I looked the same down there as I always had.
The day came about a week later that I was feeling well
enough to sit on the edge of the bed when Laura brought
my lunch. This day, instead of leaving the room as she
normally did she plopped into the overstuffed chair
that was off to my left.
She watched silently as I finished my lunch. We heard
foot steps coming down the hallway outside the bedroom.
Laura quickly slipped the floor with her back leaning
against the front of the chair.
Massa came to the doorway. "Get your nigger skin off of
the front of that chair, slut," he barked. Laura
quickly scooted away from the chair so that she wasn't
leaning against it. Apparently satisfied, he turned and
walked away.
When he was gone she finally spoke. "I know you've been
wondering what is going on, so I'm going to explain it
as much as I can. Please don't interrupt until I'm
finished. Then if you have any questions, you can ask.
Okay?"
I nodded and she continued. "Sam, who we will always
call massa from this point forward is the descendent of
a very rich southern family that had a huge plantation
with a lot of slaves in the past. They never really got
over the results of the civil war and want to make
things the way they were.
And he's not alone. I guess there are about 20 or so
families who belong to a secret society of phony slave
owners who are still very rich. They realize that in
today's world they can't really have slaves so they
hire a bunch of black people like you and me to be
slaves for a period of two years. After that time we
are free to go and each will receive a half a million
dollars. That's why I'm here. You're a little different
since I understand Sam, er I mean massa, actually
bought you from your parents. Well, that's about it. Do
you have any questions?"
"If you knew all of this, why did you send me with him
in the first place?" I said crossly.
"I didn't actually know about it then. I learned about
it when he came to me and asked me to be your nurse.
After I'd been here a couple of days he explained what
he really wanted to me."
I thought for a minute. "Do you really have any idea
what you've let yourself in for," I said slowly. "Just
since I've been here I've been raped, whipped, and made
to sit for hours on a wooden sawhorse that tore my cunt
to shreds."
"I know there's going to be a lot of pain involved,"
she replied. "But for a half a million dollars I'll do
almost anything. It will get me out of the life I've
been living. Maybe I'll even start my own business."
She paused and continued. "Speaking of your cunt, I
think you should know that while you were passed out,
the doctor rebuilt you hymen. We both know that your
not a virgin, but you do have a cherry."
"A cherry? Why would he do that?"
"He says that you'll bring a lot more at auction if he
can sell you as a virgin."
"AUCTION? What the hell are you talking about."
"He says they don't really sell us. Just sort of rent
us out for a couple of days. He wasn't very clear on
what that means. He said that won't happen until after
we've been branded."
"BRANDED?" My head was swimming. What kind of mad world
had I ended up in.
To be continued...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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