White Victim by Allene
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I guess maybe I have spent too much time in liberal schools. In any case I had
been feeling guilty about the "Black Womens" plight and when I saw a little
blurb in the paper about a discussion of "The Black womans Experience" I decided
to go. After all Daddy had left me a ton of money so I didn't have to work and I
was a little bored
It didn't occur to me to dress a little down to go so I put on my white cashmere
dress that goes so well with my blonde hair and tan skin.
The meeting was not in one of the "Nice," neighborhoods but at least it was not
on the list I had picked up at the police station as neighborhoods to avoid to
keep from being robbed or carjacked.
The meeting was being held in a little church which was reassuring.As soon as I
walked in I realized this was a mistake since I was the only white woman there.
I turned to leave but a big Black woman grabbed my arm and said, "Welcome. Let
me take you to a seat."
I could not think of an excuse to give her so I let her lead me by the hand to a
seat near the back. I thought I could sneak out later.
The discussion was nothing like the ones I had gone to before at college with
respect and decorum. This was the "Jerry Springer Show" with a lot of yelling,
cursing and hitting.
I began to get up but then two black women plumped themselves down on each side
of me. One said, "What are you doin here White lady? Slummin?"
"No, I feel guilty about what the white man has done to you and I wanted to
learn more about the black woman's problem to see if I could help. I do have
some connections in political circles." This was true. I had given a lot of
money to politicians who appealed to me and they will do anything for a buck.
"Well you aint goin to learn anything here.All these bitches have their own ax
to grind. Why don't you come to our place so we can show you how we live and
have a nice cup of tea and a quiet talk."
That was a great excuse to leave. I really had no intention of going with them.
I just assumed I would be following them in my car and I could slip away
somewhere along the way.
"When we got out to the street I pointed out my Mercedes and said, "That is my
car. I'll follow you."
"Bad idea. In our neighborhood that car will be ripped off in five minutes. You
had better ride with us."
"I don't know I don't have much time."
"It aint far. the meeting was supposed to last till five so I know you have that
much time."
I realized that I was acting like the sterotyped white woman afraid of blacks so
I said, "Okay. Sure. I can spare that much time."
We drove for miles on the freeway then she turned off on an exit and
said,"Honey. I think you should lay down on the back seat to stay out of sight.
We are going to be goin through some bad neighborhoods on the way to our place."
That scared me and I laid down not realizing that meant I had no idea where I
was going or how to get back.
We finally parked and Georgia, the first one who had talked to me. said,"Okay
the street is empty. Lets go."
Bess, the other woman helped me out of the car and led me up the stairs to a
shabby apartment house. As soon as we went in I knew I was seeing my first slum.
These people were hogs. The walls were covered with graffiti and the floor was
littered with beer bottles and cigarette butts.
I was a little relieved when I went into their apartment. It was also shabby but
at least it was fairly clean.
I sat down on the sofa while Bess made tea. Georgia said, "You look a little out
of place in that fancy dress and it might get dirty. Let me get you something
more comfortable to wear.My old roommate was your size and she left some
clothes."
I had just had the dress cleaned so that seemed like a good idea. Also if I was
dressed like them they may feel more comfortable and friendly with me."
She came back with a dress folded over her arm and said,"Take that off and I
will hang it up for you."
I hesitated feeling a little embarassed then thought I was being silly. I had
changed clothes hundreds of times in front of women at the tennis club.
I took it off while she watched with an intensity I assumed was just curiosity
about how white women looked. She took it from me and handed me the dress..
She said,"You had better take off the bra too. This dress will show the bra
straps.In hindsight this was stupid. Who cared about bra straps just sitting
around an apartment but my Mother had always been very strict about no underwear
showing so I took it off.
I blushed when she said, "Nice tits. A lot of black women have droopy boobs
yours are real perky." This wasn't like undressing in the tennis club where
no-one paid any attention to you. She was staring. I put on the dress as quickly
as possible only to find it was much too small. There were just strings to hold
up a deep "V" shaped top that exposed my cleavage nearly to the nipples and the
dress was so short it barely covered my ass. I realized I looked like the whores
I had seen on TV and was glad we were alone in the apartment."
Bess came in and said, "Oh yeah. Now you are getting an idea of how we live.All
the young good lookin black girls dress like that."
Georgia said, "Tell me about yourself."
"Well I am single now and my divorce gave me enough money to live so I don't
have to work. I have time to help your cause."
"Uh huh. Do you live alone then. Any relatives?
"Yes,Mom and Dad are dead and I was an only child."
"I see. Close friends though I'll bet."
"No not really. My friends and I travel a lot so we don't get real close."
It didn't occur to me that I was letting them know I would not be missed by
anyone if I didn't go home.
"Now then. "What do you know about blacks and what do you want to know?"
Well I don't know much. I took a history course on slavery which must have been
awful for you but not much after that."
"Well a lot of that slave mentality still exists and you have no idea what that
was like do you?"
"I guess not."
"Right! Let's give you a little taste. Imagine I am the boss white lady and you
are the slave. Get up."
I hesitated but then i was an actress of sorts having appeared in school plays
and maybe role playing would help me understand.
I got up and she said, "Georgia, This bitch slave has not been showing proper
respect for her white masters."
"Right! Bitch kneel down you have no right to stand in front of your masters.."
I knelt and said, "Oh yes. I am getting the idea. It must have been awful to
have to be so submissive."
"You are just getting a taste. Bess, why is this slave in these fine clothes..
Why isn't she wearing the flour sack dress that was given to her."
"She must have stolen it. Take off that dress. Bitch!"
I gulped and said, "I don't want to act this out any further."
"Bitch! do you think real slaves had any choice. Take it off or you will be
punished."
"No. This is going too far. I have the idea."
"No. Now you will get the idea. Grab her Georgia..Bend her over the couch. I am
going to give her an idea of what is was like to refuse."
I fought but I am only 5' 4" and weigh 110. Georgia was nearly six feet all and
must have weighed about 190. I didn't have a chance.
She bent me over the couch with me still fighting but then she slapped my face
so hard I saw stars and said,"Settle down Bitch. You wanted to know what it was
like to be black."
I slumped and moaned, "No! I want to go home. I have learned enough. Stop or
I'll scream."
"Scream your head off Bitch. People here are used to hearing women scream. They
pay as much attention as car alarms going off."
I suddenly realized I was trapped. even if they let me go I had no idea where I
was and I thought I would only get a few blocks before getting mugged. I had
heard taxis would not go into these neighborhoods.
Bess went to a drawer and brought back a thick leather strap saying, "This is
just one of the minor things slave owners used to control slaves.I think a
little spanking will put you in your place."
"No! Please I have never been spanked in my life!"
I was especially scared because I was wearing one of Victoria Secrets thong
panties which would give me no protection at all.
Bess said "Help me tie down her legs I don't want to be kicked."
I fought again knowing that would make me helpless but they were so much
stronger it was easy for them to loop belts around my ankles and pull my legs
apart to tie them to the legs of the sofa.
I began to bawl when Bess came around the front of the couch to grab my wrists
and pull me down over the back so my butt was sticking up in the air.
The strap came down causing an indescribable sting and burn that made me scream.
But that was just the start. She kept hitting me until I was hoarse and was
reduced to a sobbing quivering mass slumped over the couch.My ass was on fire
and I don't think she missed an inch of it or my upper thighs. The worst was the
blows right at the juncture of my ass and thigh. the strap was so heavy it sunk
in to leave even my pussy stinging.
They just sat around drinking tea and watching my body convulse with sobs until
I finally settled down.
Bess said, "Ready to take off that dress now, Bitch? You had a taste. Anytime
you say "No" to anything you will get twenty more and maybe on something more
sensitive than your ass."
There was no choice. I moaned, "Yes."
I stood up and slid the little dress over my head blushing furiously as thry
said, "Nice body. Maybe we should make her a show girl."
"Yeah Tom and Bill and Ed would get a kick out of that."
"Yeah but later we still have to make sure she won't argue any more."
I shuddered at that thought then they came over and said, "Cute panties but they
still hide too much. Cut them off her."
Bess came over with a big knife and cut the waist straps while I whimpered.
Then Georgia said, "Now you get an idea of what it was like. At auctions all
slaves were stripped to show their bodies and to prove they were not badly
scarred by whips to prove they were submissive."
I blushed again imagining myself naked on a platform while hundreds of leering
men bid on me.
"Okay I think we can turn her loose now. You aren't going anywhere are you
Honey."
I sobbed,"I don't have any where to go."
"That's right baby. You wouldn't last a minute naked on the street."
It was a fantastic relief to be able to get my legs together. They had been
stretched horribly by being pulled apart so far and so long.
They sat on the sofa then Bess said, "Come on over and kneel while we think
about what we should do next."
I knelt but it was not the position they wanted.
"No. arch your back and open your legs. You are hiding your pussy."
I did it feeling terribly vulnerable then Bess said put your hands behind your
back and push out your tits."
I did and she said."That is better. Remember that position. You will get into it
exactly like that anytime we tell you to kneel."
As I knelt there Georgia said, "I can't believe how stupid this bitch is. I have
wanted to get even with snooty rich white bitches all my life. She just fell
into our laps."
"Yeah and even better we can keep her as long as we want. Nobody will miss her.
They will just think she is on another trip."
God. That was true. My only hope was that they would get bored with their game
eventually. Meantime I had to remember to do what they said to avoid any worse
punishment.
Then Bess said,"Hey. Lets check out her purse."
Georgia said, "Shit we are rich! There is over 300 bucks in here plus a gold
card."
"Great! Let's tie the bitch up and do some shopping."
They didn't even have the decency to tie me lying down. Bess cut my dress into
wide strips and they took me under a hole in the ceiling where the plaster had
fallen to throw the strips over a wooden beam and tie them to my wrists.then
they tied other strips to make it long enough to tie the other end to the
radiator. The good thing was that the soft material would not cut my wrists but
the bad thing was I knew the material was much too strong for me to break.
Georgia said,"We had better gag the bitch just in case she gets lucky."
They jammed my panties into my mouth and tied them tightly around my lips so I
could only make noise through my nose.
They left me hanging there for hours. When my legs got too tired I would hang by
my wrists until my arms ached then stood again only to repeat. The panties dried
my mouth and I would have given anything for a drink of water.
They finally returned wearing new dresses and carrying all the sacks they could
manage. They had taste for shit. I wouldn't have been caught dead in their
slutty dresses.
They threw the sacks on the floor and began dragging out everything like kids at
Christmas. It was mostly dresses and sleazy underwear along with a bottle of
whiskey and a couple of six packs of beer.
Then they said,"We didn't forget about you. We found some great stuff in a sex
store. They left again and came back lugging more boxes and sacks.
What they began taking out scared the hell out of me. They had whips,quirts
canes from walking canes to skinny ones made of fibreglas. Then they brought out
ropes, leather manacles,and some kind of sliding bar with leather cuffs on the
ends.
Bess said, "Let's check this out."
They buckled the cuffs around my ankles then pulled the bar open as far as it
would go and locked it in place. I knew the tendons in my legs were in bold
relief and worse Bess said, "Hey great. This opens her enough to show the pink
inside of her cunt."
Georgia took off my gag and said, "Say thank you for thinking of me. Bitch."
There was nothing I should thank them for but I said hoarsely, "Thank you for
thinking of me. Can I have a drink. I am dying of thirst."
"Sure baby. I'll give you a treat. She opened up a bottle of "40" and stuck the
neck in my mouth to make me swallow like mad to keep from being choked. I didn't
like the taste but at least it relieved my thirst. I am not much of a drinker
and that much made me feel a little woozy.
Then Bess looked at me and said, "You know she is kinda hairy. She can't be
really naked with that. How about we get rid of the hair."
I was sure they would not be gentle and was afraid my poor pussy would be cut. I
moaned, "No. Please don't shave me. You may cut me."
"God I was hoping she would say "No." You know that means twenty bitch."
"Please don't I am sorry. Shave me if you want to."
"Too late. You said No. I'll tell you what. to make up for it we will give you a
treat afterwards."
She went to a sack and brought out a huge dildo. I wasn't a virgin and had a
little vibrator at home but that thing was huge.
"Please. That thing will tear me up."
"Bullshit! Women have babies through their pussies this isn't near as big as a
babies head."
That may be true but it still looked huge.
Georgia said, "Hey Bess.According to the guy at the sex store we have whips for
every part of her body. Let's give each of them a try."
"Okay but let's get rid of that hair first.I want to see the marks the pussy
whip will leave."
I panicked.I had never even heard of anyone being whipped on anything but their
back or butt. I fought my bounds and moaned, "Oh God1 Please. I will be good."
Bess went to a drawer and I assumed she was getting a razor but she brought out
a candle and lit it. I panicked again and said,, Please. Please don't burn me."
I had burned my finger once and remembered the pain that lasted for hours the
thought of my pussy being burned was too horrible to think about.
She just laughed then waved the candle under my pussy. I heard a crackle and
smelled the stench of burning hair but too my surprise the hair went out the
moment it touched skin so my pussy just felt hot rather than burned.
She kept waving the candle until she got every hair then got a mirror and said,
"Hey Bitch. Check this out."
I looked in the mirror to see I was totally hairless. I hadn't looked like that
since I was nine and it made me feel terribly naked and vulnerable.
Then Georgia said, "Shit we have seven whips and things. That isn't going to
work out for twenty. You don't mind if we go to twenty one do you Bitch?"
I was afraid to say No so whimpered, "I guess not."
