Black Victory

Quickly and quietly, she returned to the kitchen, her arms full of dirty dishes and trash. She dropped the chicken bones and napkins and empty beer cans into the garbage, and brought the dirty dishes to the sink. In the next room, a mixed group of Black superiors partied, watching the game.

At the sink, the naked cauc rinsed the plates, many of them soiled with grease and BBQ sauce. She poured the warm, stale beer out of the glasses and began rinsing those too. She made little progress before a Queen’s voice shouted out from the other room “Drinks, bitch!!!” as the guests chuckled.

The cauc stopped what she was doing immediately and answered in the only appropriate way “Yes, maam” as she quickly threw together a tray of drinks. She didn’t know what they needed, and dared not ask, so she assembled several of everything on the tray – a variety of cans, bottles, and some glasses.

The Black Queen had just begun shouting more abuse as the cauc returned with the tray “Hurry you ass up!” The cauc walked around with the tray, offering it to guests, replying respectfully to her superior “Yes maam, sorry maam.” The guests were annoyed by the cauc, who was now taking up space and blocking their view. They looked past her nude body and quickly grabbed what they wanted, annoyed with her presence. As she walked to the far side of the room, an elderly Black man waved her off. “OUT!!” the Queen shouted immediately “Yes maam” the cauc replied again, returning to the kitchen with several unclaimed, dirty glasses for her to wash.

Out of sight in the kitchen, she returned to her work. Having served her Black superiors for several years in the home, and even having produced several Black children, she was well versed in Black Supremacy. She understood that many superiors considered her white body unsightly and offensive. She understood that her whiteness was not welcome in Black spaces, and accepted this whole-heartedly. While her Black superiors often abused her or sent her away, she was always thankful for any time spent near them.

Eventually, the party wound down and the guests began streaming out. The cauc remained busy at the sink as they walked past. At one point, an elderly Black King, someone’s grandfather, approached the cauc from behind and began groping her. She appreciated the attention and stopped washing dishes, respectfully sticking her ass out for the drunk Black man. He rested his chin on her shoulder as his drunk breath wafted over her face, his hands reaching down to her ass cheeks and spreading them.

The cauc responded respectfully, smiling and offering no resistance as the old man did as he liked with her body. Over the years, she had been groped by many Black Kings who frequented the house. She even suspected this old man may have fathered one of her babies, though she could never be sure.

Just then, two Black queens came through the kitchen on their way out. Seeing the scene, they mocked the man. “Aw hell naw, grampa whatchu doin?!” one shouted at the other laughed and began filming on her phone. The man turned around, his Black hands still groping the cauc. Some of the other remaining guests came into the kitchen to check on the commotion, laughing. An older Black woman scolded the man, smacking him. He raised a hand to block the blows but kept his arm around the cauc, who continued to stand neutral. The mockery continued “You drunk as hell!” one shouted. “Can’t keep his damn hands off dese white bitches” another mocked. “Dis bitch ain’t even sexy” shouted another.

While caucs were often used sexually, it was mostly by Kings. It was seen as somewhat embarrassing and kept quiet. The Black standard of beauty reigned supreme. Throughout Black media, caucs were portrayed as bland, unclean, and thoroughly inferior, if they were even portrayed at all. When caucs were portrayed, it was usually in contrast to Blackness, or in a historical context discussing white atrocities. Sexual exploitation of caucs was still common, it was just kept quiet.

Eventually, the elderly Black woman pulled the old man off the cauc. The cauc simply stood there idle as the commotion continued, laughter, comments, and insults filled the room. The elderly woman scolded the man “…whatchu think you doin touchin on dis pasty ass hoe? Huh??” The man simply shrugged and smiled, knowing she was right. Others piled on “She ain’t een sexy” “She right” “Listen to her” “Hell naw” “Fuck was you doin?” filled the room as he was shamed. The elderly Black woman proceeded to whip her purse around, smacking the elderly man several times before turning to take her frustration out on the cauc. She smacked the cauc in the face with her purse several times, insulting it. The cauc continued to stand there idly, taking it and offering no resistance. It raised its hands over its head, a technique it has been taught when being punished, to open up its body to blows and make clear it was offering no resistance.

As attention shifted towards the cauc, one of the Queens in the crowd reached out and pinched its’ ass cheek “Bitch got dis flat doughy ass anyway…” she mocked as the crowd laughed. “Flat ass white bitch” mocked another. “Naw she aight” stated one younger Black man, going against the crowd. He was jeered “What?!” “Oh hell no” rang out as he defended himself, picking up a towel “Look look look, watch dis, I got dis test…” he explained as he pressed the dish towel into the cauc’s ass, his fingers pushing it in tight as he explained “If she can hold it she thick enough” he explained as he took his fingers away. The cauc held the towel in place, proudly. “See?” he exclaimed as the commotion continued. Insults, jokes, laughter and fighting continued to fill the room. “Naw look look look look, she clenchin” shouted one. Another Black man went to pinch her cheek to test it, the towel remaining in place.

The spectacle continued, the cauc remaining idle as the superiors used it as target for mockery, ridicule, amusement, as well as a servant and occasional sexual outlet. However they decided to use her, she was happy to be making her reparation.