is set in an alternative world, in a racist society. I am writing
this story for my own enjoyment, and I get a sexual kick out of
imagining black girls as property. I expect some people will probably
find the story offensive. Other people might find it too tame for
I believe that treating people primarily as members of groups, rather
than as individuals, can have less than optimal results.
knowledge of the Southern states of the US comes from watching the
first season of True Blood! So it's probably dumb of me to set a
story there . . .
literally shaking with . . . fear? Or was it excitement?
morning, me and a bunch of other black girls were made to scrub
ourselves clean in the showers, under the watchful eye of one of the
many white male middle-aged prison guards that work in the Louisiana
Penitentiary for Female Criminals. Mr Guard told us we had to scrub
up well for the auction, and kept giving us helpful suggestions for
how we could help each other to get clean. There wasn't any hot water
- prisoners here don't get luxuries like heated showers. Then,
without even being given a chance to towel ourselves down, or any
clothes, we were shackled and bundled onto a prison van that drove
us, naked, wet and in chains, to the Negro Salehouse in New Orleans.
salehouse, we had our pubic hairs waxed off (they weren't gentle),
oil rubbed onto our dark skins, and were locked into cages. We
weren't given any breakfast - each cage held a bucket of water in
case we were thirsty, that was all. I was put into a cage with four
other girls. Most of the other occupied cages had male prisoners in.
The atmosphere was very tense. We were all nervous. Us girls (we were
all under thirty) were probably a lot more nervous than the guys,
wondering what our new lives would be like. We cried, comforted each
other, and then chatted a bit with the guys in the cage next to ours.
I drank water and was allowed out of the cage to use the toilet. The
guys all got sold before we did. It seemed like we were there for
hours, and then there were only two cages left, mine and another cage
of girls further down the corridor, and the guards started pulling
girls out of my cage, until I was the only one left. Then it was my
up onto the wooden platform, alongside a tall blonde in a smart
business suit. She was pretty, but no-one was looking at her. I am 18
years old, 5 foot nothing, slim and cute. I was completely nude, my
dark skin glistening, my hands and feet shackled. I stared at the
floor of the platform, covering my vagina with my hands. I couldn't
cover my breasts, because the chain that ran between my leg-shackles
and my handcuffs wouldn't let me lift my arms that high.
I'm a shy
girl, and I've always hated doing anything that involves lots of
people looking at me, so this was my worst nightmare! No, this was
beyond my worst nightmares!! No wonder I was shaking, and my teeth
were chattering in my head.
up, girl!" said the blonde. I forced myself to lift my head and
look at the crowd. I had noticed the guard standing at the back of
the platform, near the steps, holding what looked like a cattle-prod.
were mostly white men, relaxed and smiling, joking with each other,
and looking at me . . . well . . . looking at me as if they would
like to own me!
woman came over and whispered in my ear, stroking my shoulder.
won't bite. I know it's scary. Just try and relax"
at me and turned to the audience, holding my upper arm.
guys. This is lot 57. We have something very special for you here.
One female negress, 18 years old, in perfect health. A pure-bred
black, of East African ancestry. Her name's Nikki, and she's from
England! Seriously! Say hello to the ladies and gentlemen Nikki."
you give us a smile, Nikki? It would be nice if you could!"
attempted to smile. It wasn't a very good attempt. There was some
laughter from the crowd. One guy wolf-whistled.
raised her hand.
on guys. I think Nikki's a little nervous. After all, she's not
familiar with the traditions of our country, and she's never been
sold before, so I think we need to cut her some slack. Just give us a
the blonde turned to me and hugged me. After holding me tightly for
about half a minute, smiling at the crowd (some of whom were making
sympathetic noises, while others were laughing), she started stroking
my long hair and saying "There, there. There there."
on for a couple of minutes. The crowd went quiet. A part of me felt
this was just ridiculous, but somehow, it worked, and I felt calmer
and stopped shaking!
okay now, thank-you" I smiled at the blonde woman.
back, let go of me and stepped back, facing the crowd.
On with the show! Now, believe it or not, Nikki here is a virgin!
Isn't that right, Nikki? You've never had sex, and you've never had a
she's got me to stop shaking, she expects me to answer a question
like that in front of a crowd of men?!
. . um . . . well, I did kiss a boy once . . . He wasn't really,
like, a boyfriend though."
kissed a boy huh? Wild! . . . You know, I don't understand how a hot
little negress like you managed to get to the age of 18 without
having sex? Were you brought up in a nunnery or something?"
. . well, I went to an all-girls boarding school. So I've never
really got to meet any boys . . . um . . ."
yes, Nikki is very well educated, ladies and gentlemen. She's just
finished her high school education at one of Englands poshest private
girls schools! And she was going to go on to study law and become a
lawyer. . . before she had an unfortunate run in with the legal
system over here! . . . Yes, I'm required by law to tell you guys
that she was convicted of speeding, drink-driving and underage
drinking. The speed limit in England is higher than over here, isn't
that right, Nikki?"
yes. It's 70 miles per hour in England."
you're allowed to drink at 18 there, too, right?"
. . . but . . . I shouldn't have been driving, though. I didn't
realise how much I'd drunk."
we all did stupid things when we were teenagers. Some of us still do!
It sounds like you're a good girl at heart though. I'm sure you'll
make someone a very good slave! Right. I'm going to start the bidding
brought me down to earth with a jolt. I was going to be a somebody's
slave! And now the bidding had already started! Hands shot up left,
right and centre - it seemed as if everyone wanted to buy me!