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Linda's Degradation - 2
by Canary (canaryhouse@csonline.net)

***

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)

***

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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