To any reader: This story has very strong racist themes. If you feel you may be offended, I advice you not to read it. Another thing, I normally don't write revenge stories, but I felt these guys deserved it. And once again sorry about my bad English.
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'How could I be so stupid?' Janet swore in her mind. She had left her home late evening and noticed the chilliness of the weather, but in a hurry decided not to take any warmer clothes with her. 'I'll just drive 160 miles in a warm car and then check into a hotel and visit my customer in the morning. I don't have to spend time outside,' she had thought. In a way, she had it right, but the sudden change in the weather had caught her. When Janet had reached the half way, it had started to rain. During the next 20 miles the rain had turned to snow. 'This is not possible. Snow at this time of year in Missouri,' she really couldn't believe it. She had considered turning back to St. Louis, but as she had already driven so far her decision was to continue. It had been her second mistake. The road had become very slippery and suddenly she had lost the control of her car. She had tried to break, but the car had ended up to a ditch. Janet didn't hurt herself, but found out soon there was no way she could get the car back to the road. What was even worse she couldn't even start it. The air in the car had cooled down quickly and she had started to shiver from cold.
'How could I be so stupid?' She dug out her phone from her handbag. She knew she would freeze to death, if she didn't get help soon. Janet's misery was completed when she found out there was no field. For a second she almost burst into tears, but could collect herself. 'I have work hard in my studies, became a lawyer and then a youngest partner in my company. I have fought my way and this silly accident won't stop me,' she had thought. She stepped out of her car and climbed from the ditch back to the road. Her high heel shoes didn't make that easy. The ditch was quite deep and the bank of it was muddy, wetted due the snow. She finally got herself on the road. She could feel the cold wind blowing through the fabric of her slacks. She had only panties under them. Her business outfit wasn't meant for this kind of weather conditions. Her jacket had only a few buttons and the top under it didn't warm her up too much. Instead it showed some cleavage which was now in goose bumps. The sun had set down and it was really dark.
After a few minutes she could see a car approaching from the opposite direction. She waived in order to stop it, but obviously the driver didn't notice her. Janet couldn't blame the driver. Her outfit was black. Her hair was black. Her skin had a color of dark chocolate. She would probably have to stand in the middle of the road to get noticed. Second and third car passed her. She was getting worried. She tried to use her phone again. The result wasn't any better and the charge of the battery vanished.
She placed the phone into her pocket and simultaneously heard another car approaching her. It was already slowing down before she started her waiving. 'Finally,' she thought.
The car was an old pick-up truck. It stopped beside her. A man sitting by the driver rolled down the window. He was about forty. He had cigarette in his mouth and baseball cap on his head. His chin was covered with some beard or actually it just looked like he had not shaven for several days.
"Miss. What an earth you are doing here? Need for help?" he asked.
"Thank god you stopped. Yes, please help me. I drove my car out of the road and I'm freezing," Janet replied.
"Don't worry. We can tow your car back to the road."
"That's good, but I'm afraid I can't get it started. I need to call for help."
"My brother Hank is very handy with the cars. I'm sure he can fix it. For me it doesn't look like you have crashed it too badly."
"Are you serious?" Janet cheered, "That would be great. I promise to pay you."
"We don't have a tow line with us. We have to pick it first from our farm. You can use our phone too. Please step in before you freeze to death," the man said and stepped out of the car. He offered the middle place to Janet and followed her to the car.
They drove couple of miles before turning to a smaller road. Janet felt a little uncomfortable sitting between these two men. Sometimes she noticed the man was trying to peek into her cleavage like a schoolboy. He had a stupid smile on his face.
He broke the silence. "What a beautiful lady like you is doing here?"
"I was heading to South to meet my customer."
"Hmmm. Customer. What kind of customer?" he asked. The sound in his voice revolted Janet. It was like he was saying she was a prostitute.
"I'm a lawyer, " she replied briefly.
"Yes, nowadays it is possible." Janet wondered what he meant by that.
The man continued, "You see. We are now driving through the fields of our farm. It has belonged to our family for ages. Our ancestors used to raise cotton and they had lot of niggers working here. Cheap labor, you know."
Janet couldn't believe her ears. Anger rose in her, "Excuse me. I feel offended of your talk. Slavery was something evil and no one should remember it with warmth. We are equal now. I'm a well-educated woman and I don't have to listen that."
"But it was so easy for all of them," he continued calmly, "They fed them, gave them clothes and a roof above their heads. They told what to do and the niggers complied. Simple, but worked well. Our generation has to tolerate all kind of bullshit from niggers like you."
Jane got furious. "I'm glad you are suffering from it. Hillbilly's like you should be prisoned," she shouted.
"That is just what I meant. Uptight nigger bitches think they are better than us. In the old days they had better use for women like you."
"And what's that? Cleaning your houses and cooking your food for free?" Janet replied angrily.
"Yes, that too. But I was thinking, what they used to call bed-warmers."
"Fuck you! I know they took young black women by force just to fulfil their pervert desires. Rapists!"
Hank stopped the truck in the front of old wooden house. He said to the other man, "Leave her alone, Bob. Let's get inside." Both of the men stepped out of the car. Janet remained seated.
"What are you waiting for?" Bob asked.
Janet tried to calm down. "I'd rather not go in with you. You'll bring the tow line. I'll wait in the car."
"Oh, Miss Lawyer is making the rules again. We are not in a hurry. I'm actually quite hungry and I was thinking to look TV for a while and maybe have some beers."
"But you promised..." Janet started.
Bob laughed. "I tell you what. You can stay here, if you want to. You can leave too, but I must warn you. It is almost 15 miles back to the road and I don't think you can manage it in this weather."
Janet was concerned. She thought a second and finally said, "I come inside."
"Hank, did you hear that. The nigger wants us to give a roof above her head and probably some food too. I wonder what she is ready to give us. I know your bed has been cold for a long time."
"You bastard!" Janet shouted. "I will never let you touch me."
"Okay then. But if you change your mind and want to warm Hank's bed, just knock on the door and ask. We'll go in now."
Janet sat confused on the seat of the truck. She slowly stepped out of the car and looked around. She could only see darkness around her. Bob was right. She would die, if she tried to walk away from here. Actually Janet had no idea to what direction she should go. She knew she was trapped. The thought of degrading herself felt even worse. Surrendering in front of that bastard would cause permanent wounds to her soul. A cold blow threw some snow on her bare skin. Her feet were almost numb. She just stood on the yard for a while. 'I can't. I have to...,' she thought and then stepped behind the door of the house. After short hesitation she knocked the door.
Bob opened the door, but didn't let her in right away. "What do you want?"
"If you help me out of here, I'll let you fuck me."
"Ask properly," Bop said and slammed the door closed.
Janet was astonished. She had offered her body, but he had declined. She soon realized the man wanted to humiliate her. 'This is degrading enough, but I can play their games,' she thought and knocked again.
"Can I warm your brother's bed with my body?" she tried second time after Bob opened the door ajar.
"That was better, but not enough. First, you address me and my brother massa and yourself nigger. So, want to try one more time?"
Janet felt rage grow in her again, but she calmed herself down. Disgusted she could say, "Please, massa. Can I warm your brother's bed with my nigger body?"
"Sure, come in."
Janet entered the house and instantly felt Bobs hand on her ass cheek. By instinct she swiped it off.
"What the hell you think you just did?" Bob shouted.
Janet panicked. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."
Bob grabbed her arm and started to push her back to the outdoor. "I think some extra time in a cool weather makes you remember what you are and how do you speak to me."
Janet couldn't go back out. "Please, massa. Forgive me. Don't."
"You better remember that, nigger bitch." Then his palm was on her ass cheek again. He caressed it and then patted it couple of times. "Not bad," he stated.
Janet stood there paralyzed trying to endure her treatment. Suddenly she got a slap to her face.
"That was a compliment. How do you respond?"
"Thank you, massa," she said.
"No. You wanted to be a bed-warmer and you must learn to speak right. Massa, I'm happy my nigger ass pleases you."
Janet almost vomited. She could stammer, "Massa, I'm happy my nigger ass pleases you." She felt so humiliated.
"You didn't look happy, but this time that will do. Open your legs."
His new command surprised Janet, but after a short recovery she spread her legs. Bob placed her palm against her sex and started to grope it. A tear appeared to Janet's eyebrow. Bob noticed her despair and added the pressure. Her manhandling started to hurt. "I bet your nigger pussy loves when a white man touches it."
Janet almost cried. "Yes, massa. It feels good. Can we go to the bed now?" she tried to get a fast ending to this racist scene.
"You go to the bed when we say. We are not in a hurry. First we need to do something to your outlook. Your clothes look expensive. Are they appropriate for a nigger slut?"
"Massa, I must wear them in my work."
