Thompsons Ferry

The two men seat themselves across the table from Teena, and James boots up his laptop. While James is getting ready, Mark just sits there staring at the black woman on the other side of the table. After a couple of minutes, James is ready. Looking up from the computer, James makes eye contact with the black girl and says "Ok, well, I asked you once, now I am going to ask you for the last time... 'Do you have anything at all that you want to tell me girl?"

Confused and unsure what he is talking about, but starting to become en-easy, she hesitates before replying. "Um, no, not that I can think of..."

"Hmmm...Ok. Well, there is a problem that Mark and I have been tracking for the last two months. And, since you have been handling the company books, I am hoping that you can explain to us why the account is short?"

Unable to believe that these two white fools have figured out what she has been doing, she looks James in the eye and says "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"SIR!" James says with a growl.

"Um, what?" Teena asks.

"When you speak to me, you will call me 'SIR' do you understand that girl?"

"Uh, yes...Sir. Sir, I would prefer if you do not call me 'girl' it's offensive to me."

Mark looks at her with contempt and scorn then barks out a laugh and asks her "Really? Do you know, do you have any clue what offends me? Would you like to know what I find offensive 'GIRL'?"

Abashed and intimidated by the forcefulness and the sudden anger in Mr. Wilson's voice and body language, and the sternness in both men's' eyes Teena can only shake her head and manage a weak "no, sir..." in reply.

Mark Wilson continues to hold her frozen with his eyes, pinning her like a bug on a mat. "What offends me 'GIRL', what pisses me off 'GIRL' is someone who thinks they can steal from me! And it is even worse when that 'person' works for me! That offends me 'GIRL'!"

James presses play on his computer and his presentation starts with picture after picture lighting up the wall. Teena is shocked at first to be looking at herself. First; at a bank teller's window, then at the cash register in store after store, and at several ATMs'. She is in complete shock as the presentation continues, showing not just photographs, but also balance sheets and receipts. The entire presentation chronicles her theft of company money going back for more than two months!

Mark sits back and crosses his arms as James begins a litany of places, dates and amounts. Finally, coming to the climax of the presentation, he horrifies Teena Jones with the total amount of her theft. "So, what we have here is undeniable proof that in less than three months working for us, you have managed to steal a grand total of $12,532!"

With the two men sitting across from her speechless, Teena decides to break the silence and try to take back the situation. "These pictures are not proof of anything. And all this paper work is just as useless, or you would have called the sheriff. So, why don't you just cut to the end and tell me what you two think we are doing here?"

James and Mark are stunned to silence by her response! It is absolutely not what either of them expected from her. They were certainly prepared for denial. They were even prepared for tears and crying. Neither of them was prepared for her to turn on them with this kind of an attack!

First to recover his wits, James shakes his head and says with some admiration "Wow! You are really something! Ok, you think we have no 'real' proof, huh? Well take a look at this then." He says as he hands her a folded sheet of paper. "The Sheriff helped me collect all this evidence and much more. He got search warrants for your home, car and bank account. He and I took it all to the county attorneys' office. He convened a Grand Jury and presented all this evidence to it. The Grand Jury has returned an indictment for embezzlement and banking fraud! What you are holding is the warrant for your arrest!"

When she hears the terms "search warrant" and "indictment" Teena recoils as if she has been struck, but the final straw is the words "warrant for your arrest". With that final phrase her heart feels as if it might jump right through her chest!

Seeing her reaction, and watching the blood drain from her face and neck, James Delray smile and says "Good, now you are seeing that you have gotten yourself in over your head!"

Taking this as his cue to step into the situation, Mark Wilson clears his throat and with a chuckle says "Ok, so what it comes down to girl is you making a choice. There are two options for you. And trust me on this, you will not like either of them!"

Pausing to collect her thoughts for a moment and to take a breath to calm her mind and her breathing, Teena considers the predicament she has gotten into. Still unable to accept that these two crackers could have out smarted her, she is continuing to look for a way out, "Sir, there has got to be some accommodation we can come to. Prison is a waste for a person like me; I have a lot to offer. I am far too valuable. I sure we can reach an agreement that will benefit all three of us!"

The hysterical laughter that follows her last statement stuns Teena as much as everything else that has happened so far. Can't these two idiots see haw special she is? She is confused that they do not seem understand that she is different than most people!

Once again, having to recover his composure before he can respond to her, James just looks at her with his mouth agape. Then with unmistakable scorn and contempt he says "Special? Maybe you were once. Now however, you are just like every other nigger thief! There is nothing particularly rare in you showing yourself to be the same as every other thief. You were just so sure that you're smarter than everybody; in particular you thought you were smarter than the people you were stealing from. Well, nigger, you are nothing special! Now, here are your two options. Keep in mind they are the only options you have. Got it thief?"

For the moment, a thoroughly cowed Teena can only manage a barely audible "Yes, Sir, I understand."

Mark grunts and tells her that she does not understand yet. "But you are about to fully understand the hole you have put yourself into. Option one; I pick up the phone and call Sheriff Kruger and he calls the local sheriff. When the helicopter takes us back to the mainland you will be arrested. From there you will be transported back to Thompsons Ferry. Your black ass will be sent to jail for a few months until you go to trial. After you are found guilty, you are going to the County Work Farm for at least the next twenty years!"

"Oh, my god no! Not the farm! I can't go to the farm! That place and the people there are evil and they hate blacks!"

"Well" James says "keep that in mind. After I tell you your second option you will have sixty seconds to tell us which option you are going to take. At sixty-one seconds we will make the choice for you. Do you understand the time-limit, nigger?"

Once again Teena is shaken to the core. This time it is because of that word! Is that how these men see her now? Can she really have fallen so far that she is just another nigger who got caught stealing? "No!" she screams in her head "my life cannot be coming to this!"

"HEY! BITCH! I asked you a question!" yells James, interrupting her thoughts.

Snapped back to reality by this, Teena stutters out "W-w-what? Oh. Yes sir, I understand."

"Now for option two. If you pick this option and then at any time decide to back out for any reason, you be arrested and the sheriff will carry out the details of option number one. Do you understand this so far nigger?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Now listen closely and think fast, the clock starts when I ask you to pick your future." James continues, "Your second option is: you become my slave. I am talking about total and complete slavery! You will have no rights. You will have no privileges that I cannot take away. I will become your owner and you will be my property. You will be nothing more than a nigger slave. This will be your life. This will last for the entire time that the minimum sentence for conviction would last. In other words, you will be my property to do as wish with for the next twenty-five years! So, now it is up to you. Choose your future, nigger!"

As time slows down for all three people at the table, Teena thinks over her two choices for a very long forty-five seconds before she says slowly and deliberately "Ok, I have made my pick. I choose option number..."

CHAPTER THREE

TRACI COMES TO WORK

With his business taking off and demanding more and more of his time, James Delray has come to the unhappy realization that after years taking care of himself and his son that he no longer has the time. And as a result has decided to hire a housekeeper and cook. So, for the last few weeks he has been holding interviews between other appointments.

Pressing the intercom button James tells his secretary to come into his office "Mrs. Terry, come in here please and bring me the file for the next girl."

Once Mrs. Terry has come into the office and handed him the file, James looks up at her and says "Nigger you know better than making me have to look up at you. And why are you still wearing that shirt?"

Dropping to her knees and quickly unbuttoning her shirt, she smiles and says "I's sorry Massa! Yo nigga forgot fo' a second. It aint gonna happen again Massa! Is you gonna use dis niggas mouf Massa?"

"No girl not right now. Maybe later if you are lucky. I just like have my niggers naked and kneeling, you know that girl." He then reaches out and takes her tit in hand, squeezing and twisting her nipple until she gasps from the pain. "Now I want you to tell me about this next interview."

"Yes Massa." She says through gritted teeth. "Her name is Traci Rogers. She was born and raised here in the Ferry. I found out that she had a master when she was a teenager for a short time before she got knocked up by her boyfriend. She now has two daughters, they are six and seven years old respectively. She is married to the father of both girls, his name is Jerry. Currently they are both unemployed. But this is a new situation for them; Jerry has been working since he was fourteen. She has been a stay-at-home mom since she graduated high school. But they have managed a decent savings by living simply and below the level of most of their friends and family. The two girls are polite and respectful to everyone, but particularly to white folks.

"In short, Massa, I have not been able to find out anything bad or even less than great about her or her family. Oh! One last thing Massa, Traci's' mama is Mr. Wilson's house nigga and has been for almost thirty years."

Smiling and giving the nigger a fond pat on the head, James says "As usual, your research is outstanding girl. Thank you for your thoroughness. Now tell me if you think she is ready for training and service."

"Not only is she ready, Massa, she is craving it! She was raised by her mama alone after her daddy died. An' her mama started training her to be a nigger when she was about thirteen! You would be her first real Master and I think she'd make a good nigga for you Massa."

Looking at his nigger secretary for a moment, he says "Alright girl, go get her in here."

Saying "Yes Massa." She gets up and walks to the door.

Traci Rogers is sitting quietly in the reception area waiting to be called in to the boss' office for her interview when the door opens. The next thing she sees shocks her; the respectable well-dressed secretary is standing in the door telling her that Mr. James is ready to see her now. The shock is that now the secretary is completely naked!

Seeing that the young black girl is stunned by her nudity; Mrs. Terry smiles and says "C'mon girl! Wipe that dumb look off your face; my Massa is ready to meet you now. Be a good respectful nigger too. My Massa don' like no uppity nigger girls!"

Standing up, Traci looks at the older black woman and says "Yes, ma'am I aint no uppity nigger." Then she takes a breath to steady herself and walks to the open door. In the few steps she has to take before entering the office, Traci cannot help but think that something is about to happen that will change the course of her entire family, not just herself.

James Delray is sitting behind his desk when the two black women come in. James turns his gaze toward Traci and tells her to stand still right where she is, and at the same time he holds his hand out to the side of his chair. Traci watches as Mrs. Terry drops to her hands and knees and crawls over to his side and comes to a kneeling position that puts her head right under the white man's hand.

After the older woman kneels under James' hand, he looks at Traci and tells her to turn slowly because he wants to take a look at her. "Raise your arms out to your side and turn slowly so I can get a good look at you girl."

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Traci does as he has instructed her, raising her arms out to her sides and turning slowly. As she begins her turn, she can feel the weight of his stare roaming up and down her body. This bold and blatant level of attention is a little unsettling to her. She is a married mother of two and no man other than her husband has so openly looked at her in a sexual way for almost a decade! And a part of her is confused by her so timidly allowing this to happen. Another (larger?) part of her is thrilled that this older white man is showing this level of interest in her! As she finishes her turn, she thinks she glimpses a slight grin on Mr. Delrays face. And she notices that he is stroking Mrs. Terry on her head like a well behaved pet!

"Mrs. Rogers, my name is James Delray, thank you for your application. I have some questions for you." Then, as he is picking up some papers from his desk, he glances at her and says "Go ahead and have a seat for now girl. I see here that you have never held a job outside your home. Why are you going to work now?"

"Well, Sir, my husband had been working while I stayed at home with our two girls. Jimmy lost his job last month and we are going through our savings far faster than we ever thought we would, and we talked about it and decided that I should try and find some way of bringing in some money at least until he can get back to work."

"Hhmm. So you are planning to return to being a housewife when your husband gets a job again?"

"Oh, umm..."

"I ask because I am not looking to hire someone who is only going to be with me for a short period. I do enjoy training new girl, but I have no intention of having to train for the same position more than I need to."

Traci is now scared that she has ruined her chance at this job before she has shown him that she will be a good choice! "Oh, no Sir! I don't mean to give you that impression! Our girls are old enough to spend a few hours alone after school. They are ready to watching themselves. At least until one of us gets home from work."

"Uh huh. Ok, well this job will have you working odd hours at times. There will be late nights and even times when you will be expected to work overnight. Is that going to be a problem for you girl?"

"No, Sir! Certainly not. There may be times when I will ask for a day or evening off to attend a function for our children, other than that, if you hire me I will absolutely make myself available to be here any time you need or want me to work."

James sits there for a few seconds just looking at her before he says "Right, that's good to hear. Now, I understand you were born and raised right here in the Ferry, correct?" When she nods her head, he says "If I choose to hire you, you will be more than just my housekeeper and cook. Your duties will be far more than those traditionally thought of in other places. Do you understand what I am saying girl?"

"Yes, Sir I think so..."

"Well, let me remove any doubts you might have. If I hire you, I will also be claiming you as my nigger slave. You will become my property in all respects until I decide to release you. From the moment I hire you, if I do, I become your Master. From the moment you get up in the morning until you fall asleep at night, pleasing me will be your primary goal. Your mind, body and soul become mine to use for my pleasure. Anytime, anyplace, anyway I choose to I will use you. Your vocabulary will not include the "no", "don't" or "stop" with respect to my desires or instructions. Now, do you understand completely what I am talking about nigger?"

"Y-yes Sir, I understand. May I say something please, Sir?"

"Yes you may, nigger."

"Sir, I was trained to be a white man's nigger since I was about fourteen. When I got pregnant and then got married I was sure that my dream of being the property of a good white man was over. If you choose to take me as your nigger, I will dedicate myself to you completely. And I promise to learn to be the best trained and most obedient nigger you could ask for."

"Well now, aren't you an eager little bitch nigger! I like your enthusiasm." Then looking at the nigger kneeling under his hand, he slides his hand under her chin and lifts until she is looking him in the eye, "What do you think of this one, nigger?"

With a start of surprise, Mrs. Terry responds "Massa, does you want this nigger to give her opinion?"

"Yes, nigger I do. Now, tell me."

"Yes, Massa! Dis nigga think dat one will make a good house-nigga fo' you. And she'll be an easy to train lil' bitch."

"Thank you nigger. Now, display."

Upon hearing the word "display" the secretary practically jumps to her feet. She stands with her feet spread wider than shoulder-width apart, laces her fingers behind her head, thrusts out her tits and hangs her tongue out over her lower lip with her eyes on the floor.

Without even a glance at the now standing nigger woman, James says to the woman seated across from him "Ok, nigger, if you want the job, it is yours! Along with all that comes with it."

Momentarily unable to respond, Traci Rogers has thousands of thoughts racing through her mind: when she was twelve, she came home from school early one day. As she was approaching the house her mother, brother and her lived in, she was sure she could hear some odd noises coming from the front room. She hesitated before opening the door. When she did, she did so quietly. The sight that greets her takes her breath away, her mother is naked, kneeling in front of her boss, Mark Wilson. Her mother is looking up at him with a big grin and some white liquid all over her face. Because she is looking up, her mother does not see Traci standing in the doorway for a few seconds. During those seconds, Traci watches spellbound as Mr. Wilson zips up his pants and says "Mmm, such a good nigger! You just love taking my cock in your holes and wearing my seed, don't you girl? You are a good little nigger whore for your Master!" and Traci is just as surprised by her mother's answer. Catching sight of her daughter standing just a few feet away, she says "Massa, I's lucky you likes using dis niggas holes fo' yo' pleasure! An' I be here fo you to use anytime Massa!"

Right then Mr. Wilson turns to leave and sees the teenager standing there. Walking over to her, he places his hand on her shoulder and tells her that if she learns from her mother and is a good girl that someday she might be lucky and become some white man's nigger slave like her mama.

And then when she was fourteen, her mama comes into her bedroom and sits on the bed next to her. Giving her daughter a hug and a kiss on the cheek, she tells her that she needs to talk to her. "Baby-girl, it is past time for us to talk. I have put this off too long as it is. I should have started talking to you and teaching you before you ever saw me an' Mr. Wilson las' year. I guess I was waiting for you to ask me questions, but I don't think it can wait any longer. So girl, do have any questions?"