A MERRY TUNE by Joe Doe TOBY IS A SLAVE IN THE OLD SOUTH, BUT, WHEN SHE GETS TO PUT HER WHITE MISTRESS THROUGH THE HUMILIATION OF "SLAVE PACES," IT IS TOBY WHO IS WHISTLING A MERRY TUNE. Toby walked back to her mistress whistling a merry tune. The banker was coming to the plantation, and there was nothing her mistress could do about it. "Did you tell him that I was out of town, and he'd have to come back later?" the mistress asked, anxiously. "That Ah did, Miss Sharon," the slave girl said. "But he say he jus' needs to see the collat'ral. He say yuh owes him the money, an' he be here in thirty minutes! He wants that Ah should have all the niggers lined up in front of the house, includin' the fancy girl!" The mistress of the Jackson plantation gasped. The man in New Orleans had loaned her father money five years before, with a beautiful octoroon slave girl as collateral. But then the "War of Northern Aggression" had begun. Her father had been lost in The Great Cause, and, when the plantation had started to fail, she had been forced to sell her father's fair-skinned bed wench just to keep the place running. The banker had been friends with her father, but times were tight, and he needed to verify that the wench she kept talking about was really worth the balance of the unpaid mortgage. Of course, she knew that, when the banker found out the wench she was using as collateral had been sold, he would foreclose, and the family's estate would be lost forever. When her black serving slave Toby had said she had an idea, she reluctantly agreed to listen. "Yuh know, Miss Sharon, how pretty yuh is," the crafty young black woman said. "All the white folks and all the nigger folks, too, says yuh is the pretties' girl in the valley, white or black." "What are you getting at, Toby?" her mistress asked. With long dark hair and a perfect figure, Sharon Jackson was very beautiful, but this was no time for idle flattery. "Well, to be a fancy bed wench, yuh don' have to look like a nigger. Ah seen nigger bed wenches with baby blue eyes and even blonde hair! When it come to the auction block, white pussy earns good money!" The Mistress of Tarsdale cracked the slave girl right across the backside with her riding crop. "I told you never to use that kind of language in front of me. You forget that I am a lady! Maybe the whipping last week wasn't enough for you!" The black slave woman cowered back in fear. "No, Miss Sharon...Ah'm real sorry. Ah just meant, well...." She paused and looked down at her bare feet. "Yuh is sho' pretty enough to pass for an octoroon, Miss Sharon." The white woman looked at her in horror. The black slave girl immediately retreated into thinly-veiled sarcasm. "So what if he sells the plantation! Yuh can jus' get another! Not no never mind that it's been in yo' family for six generations, and all yo' kin is buried here. Not no never mind yuh promised yo' Daddy yuh'd save it no matter what!" Toby was right, and they both knew it. Of course, as the lead house slave, Toby was in charge of the other slaves, and she was also familiar with the banker. Sharon knew she would need Toby to avoid ruin. In exchange for Toby's help, she agreed to do everything that Toby told her until the banker left. "Looks like the bottom rail's on top now, huh, Miss Sharon!" Toby exclaimed with delight. The beautiful white mistress ground her teeth, but knew she had no choice. She was, however, going to paddle Toby's rump Indian red when this business was over. Toby gave some instructions to one of the slave bucks and then whistled a merry tune as she led her mistress back into the main house and up to her stately bedroom. On the bed was an old burlap sack, with arm and neck holes cut out. Toby held up the ugly old sack as if it were a beautiful gown. "Ah made this here pretty dress this morning, just for yuh," she said, with a malicious grin. "Don't yuh think it look sweet?" Her mistress protested that she would rather wear a plain cotton house dress like Toby was wearing. Toby reminded her mistress that she had agreed to follow orders, and they hardly had time to go running back to the slave quarters to look for other clothes. Toby walked right up to her mistress and fingered the silk dress she was wearing, as if appraising the material. With a smirk, she said, "Ah think it be time yuh took off those fancy frillies, Miss Sharon. Nigger wenches don't get to wear no lacy fancies like that." Toby smiled and stood with her arms folded as her proud mistress quickly undressed. Toby had seen her naked before in the bath, but this was the first time she had sat there and brazenly watched her strip. She laughed, and her running commentary actually brought tears to Sharon's eyes. "Don't worry, Miss Sharon, this'll work. Yuh looks jus' like a fancy girl. They sho' is nice little titties, Missy. Kinda small, but cute as two little apples! They say white pussy is extra tight, an' yo' snatch looks tighter'n a drum. Ever' buck on this place has wanted to take that fine white ass out for a ride ever since yo' Daddy ran off, an' that banker will, too. Ah can sho' see why!" Sharon had begged to keep her drawers on under the skirt, but Toby was a stickler for detail, and soon the proud mistress of the plantation was marched outside, naked except for the old flour sack. Sharon had wanted to wait in the kitchen and invite the banker to view his "collateral" there. But Toby had set up a chair and a glass of lemonade on the front porch, so that Sharon's humiliating assessment could be performed outside in front of the house...where all of the other slaves could enjoy the show. Toby had placed Sharon at the end of the line of slaves. The fat banker walked down the line slowly, occasionally stopping to squeeze a breast or tap a young buck's muscles. Since Toby was in charge "until the Mistress got back" she walked a few steps behind the banker, assisting him with his inspection. To her horror, Sharon noted that Toby was now carrying Sharon's riding crop. The man stopped when he reached Sharon's place in line. It was a cold smile, devoid of warmth. "This is the one I came to see, Toby. Show her to me." Toby was all too eager to comply. She grabbed her former mistress by the scruff of the neck and dragged her over to a spot about 10 feet in front of the line of blacks. It was show time, and Toby wanted to make sure all of the slaves had a front row seat. "Strip," Toby said to the started white woman. Sharon just stared at her. Take her clothes off? In front of these Negro field hands? Through the flour sack Sharon felt the crack of Toby's riding crop against her creamy white buttocks. "Ah said, STRIP!" Toby repeated. The riding crop burned like fire, and Toby didn't have to repeat herself again. She saw the fear in Sharon's eyes, fear of the whip. Toby knew that all she had to do was keep tapping the crop against her palm, and the proud white beauty would obey all of her commands, no matter how humiliating. Toby smiled as Sharon obediently pulled the flour sack over her head. Toby took it and tossed it aside. The dress would just get in the way; it would be more fun to put this proud white bitch through her paces slave naked. Sharon tried to cover herself with her hands, but, after another stinging slap of the crop across the totally bare cheeks of her unprotected rump, she quickly obeyed Toby's command to place her hands on top of her head, exposing herself for all to see. Sharon blushed from head to toe. She saw that every man from the banker to the lowliest slave had a noticeable bulge in his trousers. A few of the bolder slaves even stuck their hands down the front of their pants. Toby had worked at a slave market, and knew how to put a wench through her "slave paces." She'd make the pretty slave girls bend and twist, plead and squirm, wiggle and jump, all for the entertainment of their prospective owners. But they were uneducated and impoverished slaves; no more than savages really. Now she had the chance to ply her trade on a woman of quality, an educated aristocrat who represented everything Toby hated about whites. Now this highly intelligent and well-bred white beauty was going to feel what it was like to be "danced on the auction block." Toby looked at the assembled slaves. Like the crowds who used to stand in front of the auction blocks in New Orleans, they were eager for the show to begin. And she was eager to start. She was going to enjoy giving this snooty little bitch a lesson in being treated like a nigger! "Open yo' mouth," Toby barked. Sharon complied. "She has pearly white teeth," she said, poking Sharon's gums. "An' her pretty pink tongue was just made for sucking! Imagine her on her knees in front of her massah, her dainty mouth wrapped around his stiff tool. She's a natural li'l cock sucker, this one." She ran the crop across Sharon's buttocks, and Sharon flinched. "O' course, he'd use the crop to make sho' our proud li'l beauty swallows ever' drop! "Just look at these tiny white titties. Like two creamy li'l cupcakes. Any man would want to suck on these sweet li'l things." She lifted the underside of Sharon's breasts with the crop and jiggled them up and down. "Kinda small, but that's cuz she don't got much more than a drop of nigger blood. But these nipples sho' do get nice and pointy out here in the morning air!" Toby laughed as she teased Sharon's sensitive pink nipples with the crop. Getting into her part, Toby decided to improvise. "She's a fine animal, but raised like a white girl. Speaks French and Spanish, and even plays the violin. Why, Miss Perfect didn't even know she HAD nigger blood 'til her daddy died and her step-mama put her bare ass up on the auction block. Ah wish Ah could've seen the look on her face when they stripped her down naked as a jaybird in front of all the buyers," Toby chuckled. "Ah bets her step-mama really enjoyed that. "Her white past is why she still acts uppity, but the whip can cure that, right enough." Once again she tapped Sharon's bottom with the crop. "She's a bargain, Mr. Banker. Look at that creamy white skin." She ran the crop across Sharon's bare thighs as Sharon flinched. "Look at that soft, downy hair aroun' her crack. She's uppity, randy, an' beautiful. Yuh won't know whether to whip her, fuck her, or paint her picture!" "I'm not an artist, so I think I'll stick with the whipping and the fucking," the banker said, with a laugh. "An' she in fine physical condition." Toby pushed Sharon down onto all fours and told her to keep her "head down and ass high, like a randy li'l bitch." Then Toby picked up a stick off the ground and tossed it across the front yard. She looked at her mistress and smiled. "Fetch!" Her eyes burning with tears of shame, Sharon crawled across the yard. Toby used the game as an opportunity to continue her humiliating commentary: "See the way that sweet little ass of hers wiggles in the air, just begging for a good poke? An' yuh gone pray she smart-moufs yuh, jus' so's yuh can tan those juicy bottom cheeks." She raised her voice. "No, girl, don't pick up the stick with yo' hands. Use those pretty white teeth. Now carry it back to me like a well-trained li'l doggie bitch. "See how those li'l titties wiggle when she crawls back to me? She looks just like a li'l calf, don't she?" Sharon was humiliated beyond all words, but what could she do? It was too late to back off; if she told her banker who she really was, she would lose the plantation and still have live with the scandal of what Toby was doing. She couldn't back out now! "Now, stay on all fours, but turn 'round and put yo' milky white ass in the air. Tha's it, put yo' face on the ground so yo' ass sticks up nice an' high. Now spread those legs so's ever'body can see that tight, white pussy. Wider...so's we can see that teeny li'l brownie butt hole, too!" Sharon obeyed, and Toby got down on her knees next to her. Toby ran the tip of her riding crop back and forth across Sharon's exposed clitoris as Sharon listened to the humiliating sales pitch. "She sho' a hot little nigra, and she got a randy, steamy li'l twat. Look how she a-juicin' up when Ah runs the whip back and forf ovah her hot pussy." Toby held her fingers up and let Sharon’s juices glisten in the sunlight for all to see. "O' course, y'all may need to snip her, seein' how randy she is. Otherwise she be spreadin' her legs like a rabbit in heat." Sharon trembled at the thought, but Toby kept up the pressure on her clit, and, despite the humiliation, Sharon found herself rocking her hips in time with Toby's strokes. "Tha's a good little bitch...hump the whip. "Yuh is a virgin, but jus' dyin' to get nice big shaft into yo' hot wet holes, ain't that the truf? Well, ain't it, BITCH?" Sharon's humiliating ride reached its crescendo. She orgasmed in front of everyone as she humped the riding crop. "Look at her cum!" one of the bucks said. "Y'all can even see her pussy hole twitch!" The laughter of the slaves and the banker mingled together and burned in Sharon's ears. Exhausted by her humiliating performance, Sharon started to relax her hips, but a sharp crack of the crop brought her bottom back up into position. Toby beckoned the banker over for a closer look. "Run yo' fingers 'cross those juicy pussy lips, Mr. Banker. She be as wet as the Mississippi!" Sharon shuddered as the fat old man ran his fingers over her vaginal lips. Toby reached down and spread her vagina wide. Behind her, the other slaves left the line and slowly crowded around the totally exposed woman. None of the bucks had ever seen a white woman naked, although they all fantasized about it. Now they were looking at their proud white mistress with her ass in the air, spread wide open in the most humiliating pose imaginable! "Jus' look at that hot, tight, pink meat," Toby said, urging the banker on in his exploration. "Tha's right, run yo' finger ovah her pink slit! Sho' is soft an' wet, ain't it? Now get yo' finger up there! See, she's still got her cherry. She'd fit any man like a glove. Ah bets this little sow'll squeal like a pig when yuh pops her!" Toby tapped Sharon on the buttocks with the crop. "Roll ovah onto yo' back, piggy." Sharon obeyed. "Spread those long legs nice an' wide." Toby inserted her fingers into Sharon's pussy and started running her thumbs in small circles around her clit. "Tha's it, hump my hand. Hump my hand good. Randy slut!" Sharon quickly humiliated herself with another gut-wrenching orgasm. "Tha's it, slut, make tha' hot pussy hole twitch for us again," Toby sneered. "I've seen enough, Toby," the banker said. "You've convinced me that this is an opportunity too good to miss." Sharon was still on the ground in a daze, panting from the aftereffects of her second orgasm as Toby walked the banker back to the house. "The law says I can seize the collateral and sell it as soon as your mistress falls behind on the payments," the banker explained. "I'm going to sell this bitch, pay off the mortgage, and send your mistress the money I have left over. I'll leave the papers for your mistress to review when she returns." Toby smiled. "Well, Ah should warn yuh, tha' hot bitch'll prob'ly try to 'scape. Once she even tried to pass herself off as a white woman. Claimed once that she was the mistress, an' she was just pretendin' to be a slave wench." Toby paused and rolled her eyes at the banker, as if it were the most ridiculous notion imaginable. "Like anybody'd believe that story," she sneered. "Don't worry, Toby, I know how to handle lying nigger bitches. My first stop will be the blacksmith. It won't be so easy to run away after we put those delicate little feet and wrists into slave irons. I might even put a little brand on that sassy white ass of hers, just so there isn't any doubt about what she really is when I put her on the block. Besides, the irons will allow us to fasten her down good and tight when we put her on the slave ship." "What slave ship?" Toby asked. "Ain't y'all sellin' her in N'Orleans, massah?" "No, the damn Yankee abolitionist talk has depressed the market. I'm putting my wenches on a slave ship and sailing them to the Caribbean. She speaks Spanish and French, and they don't pamper wenches on the islands like they do here in the South. Nobody is going to free THOSE wenches!" Toby smiled at the thought of her proud white mistress, chained down buck naked and flat on her back in the stinking hold of some putrid slave ship. They crammed them in tight, and it wouldn’t smell too nice, since the slaves had to lay in their own filth. But she was sure that the lustful sailors would take Sharon up top every now and then and clean her up for some "exercise." "I did want to ask a favor," the banker said. "In the islands they prefer black bed wenches, don't ask me why. With the white girls they like to breed them with big black bucks. I could probably get a better price for her if she had already been bred with one of the bucks and was about to drop a sucker. Do you think it would be all right if...." "Sho' nuff, massah," Toby said merrily. "Why don' y'all stay the night? We'll cook y'all up a fine supper, and Ah can sup'vise her breedin' out in the barn. Ah'll have her butt naked and shackled to the back of the wagon fust thing in the mornin'. Y'all can walk her to the blacksmith nigger-naked! Yuh jus' head into the house, Mr. Banker, and Ah'll send a couple of wenches along to start supper." Toby watched the man walk into the beautiful plantation house. Then she turned and started walking back to where her former mistress lay sprawled on the ground, naked as the day she was born. All of the black bucks were crowded around her, but they were still afraid to touch her. She would definitely be knocked up, but Toby wanted to make sure that the slave bucks enjoyed her satiny mouth and virgin backside too. She was sure that she would be able to find a volunteer or two to cover her mistress...or 3...or 30. Toby would let M'fassa "bust" Sharon first. M'fassa was a proud Mandingo who hated and despised the mistress, since she had planned to have him castrated next week. Toby knew M'fassa would enjoy taking the proud young woman’s virginity, and he would be a ruthless and successful breeder. Toby walked back to her mistress, whistling a merry tune. Edited by C. Lakewood