Answering the Call

Brand's lips rested conspiratorially close to Vanessa's ear. She could feel the hot breath of his words, but couldn't make out what message they formed... not yet. They became garbled with her daughter's words, making either unintelligible, until her painfully slow mind sorted them out, untangled them.

"Keep her talking..." Brand had whispered, a moment ago. Vanessa hadn't been able to understand those words until now.

The words continued echoing deep into her skull, thudding at her until she got it. Keep Elly talking. Brand wanted that, for some reason. Some reason that couldn't be... Vanessa had only briefly thought of her daughter in the last couple of days, she had been so focused on her own struggle. Her own pain, retaining her own sanity. Now, though, she felt her daughter was almost as **** as she was. She wanted to tell the girl to hang up, to run, but... but Brand was still in control. More in control than ever, able to hurt Vanessa more than ever. One word and he could... one touch to his phone, with all its damning evidence, and he could...

"Mom?"

The big white man repositioned Vanessa's phone from where he had dropped it, to rest more carefully in front of her face. Just in front of her chin, which was sunken into the plush carpet beneath her, propping her head up after her hard faceplant into the ground.

"Mom, are you still there?"

Vanessa's eyes flicked to the side, where Brand was, even though she couldn't see his face no matter how far her eyeballs rotated in her head. She could see his strong hand, resting on the carpet.

She was here. No... no... but... "Y-Yes. I'm sorry sweetie. I'm here. I'm..." Sorry. So sorry. A coward. She was a coward.

"It's okay, Mom," No! No, it wasn't okay! Vanessa blinked a teardrop from her eye. It splashed onto the phone beneath her face. "I'm a little out of sorts right now." Vanessa almost laughed at how badly out of sorts she, Elly's mother, was.

Brand gently kissed the rigid helix that formed the top of Vanessa's ear, sending a true shiver - a twitching firing off of nerves - down her dark spine. He stood. With a tug to her hips he propped the restrained negress' upraised ass higher, folding her knees underneath her belly. His hand drifted briefly over Vanessa's smooth brown backside, sending a second shiver on reverse course - the other way up her back.

"Mom, have you talked to James? Has he... stopped by, or anything? I..." Elaine's voice was distressed, at the mention of James.

James! Had something happened?! What had that bastard done?! If he had hurt Elly...!

"I need to talk to him. But, he won't answer my calls."

Vanessa's mind immediately resettled. James hadn't done a single thing. He was a nice boy, handsome. Vanessa had always liked him well enough. He had never been good enough for Elaine, her only child, her beautiful girl, but of course he hadn't done anything wrong. It was Brand, doing this to her, she was on edge...

Brand? Where was Brand? Was he still behind her? Vanessa strained her head, pulling on her stiff collar.

"He saw some stuff on Facebook... I feel so stupid. Mom..."

"It's okay, sweetie, I'm here. You can tell me," The black executive was speaking dumbly, on autopilot, and hating every too-normal word that formed in her mind.

Brand wasn't there, behind her or nearby at all. Vanessa was almost sure of it. She was having a private conversation. Somehow that only made her more nervous. Brand wasn't likely to...

Maybe she could end this. But Elly was already talking, her tone was ****, and Vanessa was nodding her head along with her daughter's words. Her bitch collar pulled at each nod. It was so hard to think like... like she was normal. A normal person...

"... Just kind of happened, you know? And I really, I don't have anyone to talk to about it. All my friends from before... they know James and I'm just so embarrassed..."

It was a real problem, for a young girl like Elly. But Vanessa had a hard time feeling for her daughter, she was so wrapped up in... Hah! Wrapped up in being wrapped up.

"It's not funny! Mom!"

"I- I didn't laugh. I'm sorry I -," Vanessa sobbed briefly, "I'm really listening," she lied, "I promise I didn't laugh. I know how much you really care about James..." She needed to get Elly talking again. Her mind was so demented by Brand. She couldn't say anything right, think anything right, like this.

And she felt Brand's presence behind her again. Vanessa swallowed, and squirmed as Brand lightly touched her -

"I just saw him over January! We talked and talked and... It's only been a few more months since then and I feel..." Good, Elly was talking about herself again. Vanessa hated thinking this way, she really did feel for her girl, could tell how conflicted Elly was feeling, but Vanessa... she had her own problems. Brand lightly stroked her pussy, caressing her pubic hairs.

Did he have no... No decency at all?! "Mmm-hmm... Okay..." Vanessa closed her eyes. Did - did she, Vanessa? Brand slipped a finger inside the negro woman's wet, fucked vagina.

"And... I made a promise, Mom! Was I fake? All that time? I knew this would happen, right? Or was I just stupid? Fake or stupid?" Elly was escalating.

"I- F-fu -!" F-fuck! Brand pulled on Vanessa's tail! "I-I'm sure James will for f-forgive you," Her anal sphincter let her know it was being stretched. If only she could move! Vanessa tried to recover, glaring ahead angrily. She had to get Elaine talking about herself again, ignoring the sensation in her... "If that's what you want."

Brand began pulling her tail, one way, then the other. Back and forth, swaying, wagging. Vanessa started wagging her ass. It was the only way to get him to stop pulling on her anal plug.

"... So conflicted... 'cause even though I feel bad, there's also..." Elly was talking her voice alternating between distress and giddiness over her new crush. Her mother was wagging her tail, bound on her knees, her collared neck attached to her spreader bar. And Brand was...

"Keep going or she'll know..." Brand was in her ear. In her head. His fingers all over her smooth dark body.

Vanessa kept going, kept swaying her hips. Something furry and stiff was stuffed in between her legs, propping up her belly.

A pillow?

A couple cool glass eyes touched the bound black businesswoman's belly, and she shuddered.

No. She knew the shape beneath her. Could feel the furry ears, the eyes - Mister Fluffy. Her daughter's big stuffed animal dog - a reminder of Elly's childhood... a time that would never come again... and Mister Fluffy was being violated by Vanessa's thick, slick pussy, clamped between her strong black legs.

"... You'd really like him, I think. He's different, different than James. And oh... oh James..." Elly's voice drifted in and out. Vanessa was hardly aware of her own rote responses. She couldn't... couldn't think about her little girl's romantic troubles while...

"Good girl... good..." Brand patted Vanessa's ass, a little firmly. Half pressing her wide ass down as it wagged...

Her hips kept moving. Her damp pussy drifted over and ground down into Mister Fluffy's fur, its stiff little upright tail. She was mounting the poor furry thing, humping it, her own tail swishing back and forth. She squeezed her thighs a little to keep it in place. Brand slipped a finger into her pussy, causing an involuntary squeak to escape Vanessa's thick, panting lips.

"What was that, Mom?"

"Uhm," Vanessa was taken off autopilot, and couldn't access whatever walled off part of her brain was actually holding this conversation with her daughter. "I was just thinking..." God, what was she thinking? How had she gotten into this disgusting mess? What was she thinking?!

Brand gently set a photo of Elaine on the ground by the phone. Vanessa knew the photo well, it had been hanging on her wall. Brand must have seen it... and singled it out. Vanessa stared at it. It was a beautiful picture. Elly's prom picture, without James cluttering it up. It was one of Vanessa's favorite photos of her daughter, perhaps her very favorite of the pictures she had where her girl was finally a woman.

"I was just thinking that you're a beautiful young woman." Vanessa said, looking at the picture of her daughter. She hadn't ever hated herself quite so much as that moment. Her stomach tightened in memory of squeezing Brand's cum out of her. She held on to that sensation, and squeezed. Squeezed her pussy, and also squeezed the words out of her mouth while her hips humped.

"You deserve - " Vanessa's already strained throat seized shut. Brand...!

Brand was holding a phone! Recording her again! This time it was in 'selfie-mode', showing a clear image of Vanessa's face back to her. Oh, oh Jesus, did she really look like... the thing looking at her, humping, wasn't... wasn't anyone that Vanessa would ever have wanted to know. The thing... the colored... the negro woman looking back at her glared **** at the little camera, before dropping her eyes to her daughter's prom picture. G-God! Her eyes welled with fresh tears. The woman looking at her in shared horror, she looked at Vanessa with fresh tears in her eyes too. Vanessa had to finish her sentence... how-how did it go...?

"You deserve everything, Elly. You deserve what..." Vanessa's mind was so, so... "You deserve what you get..." Vanessa finished lamely, talking half to herself, looking at the bobbing, slobbering black slut in the camera.

"Thanks, Mom. I... " The little glass dish of goopy sexual fluids floated in front of Vanessa's face. Another... more... it was all too much. She was still humping her daughter's stuffed dog, her hips moving of their own accord. Her pussy was swollen, her ass was filled, her tail was wagging - her tail! ... and she was... was being recorded like this! Her face, her body, her conversation, and she was talking to her daughter about her first romances, her first real entanglement -

"... makes me feel so happy, being around him. Not like I've ever felt..."

The dish came nearer. Vanessa silently gasped and made an ineffective effort to worm her bound body away. Brand's knee rested, gently... firmly... on the back of her neck. He **** the bowl of ejaculate and vaginal secretions against Vanessa's lips. She clamped down, nostrils flaring, unfortunately breathing in the stink of the slimy filth but not... not drinking it. Brand shoved the picture of Vanessa's daughter roughly under her chin, and began pouring the filthy, cooling contents of the bowl onto her lips, open mouth or not.

It slid... coating her lips, her chin, and further... onto her daughter's face! Vanessa's eyes were wide, rolling in horror, shifting between pleading with Brand and watching her beautiful daughter get soiled by her mess.

"Open. Open up or I'll tell her. She'll see this. She'll know..."

Vanessa's face was a screwed-up mask, teary and disgusted and... She parted the tight, pursed seal of her lips and... the edge of the bowl slipped in, its contents slid in, pooling around her gums, between her teeth, working back... more and... it tipped further. All of it, all the remainder slid down and in, lost inside Vanessa's mouth.

"G-gluk" Vanessa gurgled, as quietly as she could. And again. It hit her tongue, burbled behind it. She couldn't!

It was almost a sneeze, from her mouth, a kind of reflexive expelling of fluids. Spittle and worse spewed out of her lips, onto her phone and her daughter's picture. Brand wiped the edge of the dessert bowl on her hair and set it down. He leaned his knee, back off her neck, and stroked the underside of Vanessa's jaw... one finger... encouraging her to swallow. Vanessa whimpered, and shook her head.

Brand reached back around and massaged Vanessa's pussy. She... still humping Mister Fluffy... but a little harder, with Brand's hand to - to help.

"Swallow..." He massaged her pussy harder. Her clit bumped Mister Fluffy's tail.

"Mom?"

"There's a girl... there's a good humper..."

Vanessa's nostrils flared, trying to breathe with that... that stuff in her mouth. She had to clear her mouth, to answer Elly. She had to swallow. She had to hump... Brand was... she saw her face in the camera, still carefully held by Brand even as he attended her pussy. It wasn't as angrily distressed as she would have hoped. It was covered in filth, her forehead was wrinkled, her eyebrows drawn together, but she looked... she looked like a slut. Tamed and broken and dripping in gunk. Vanessa tried to gather some rage back into her eyes, but it was too... there was too much going on. She couldn't concentrate on anything else than what she had in front of her, going on inside her head, in her ears, and in her mouth.

She really, really wanted to look angry. For herself, looking at herself. Some fire. She just felt scared and sick and stupid and perversely, shamefully wet. Her face reflected that, head bobbing in rhythmic agreement with her bobbing bottom and Brand's strong hand on her hot, wet twat.

Swallow. It would have been difficult under the best circumstances, for the colored woman to **** down anything bound like she was. She angled her neck up, pooling the stuff in her throat as best she could, and worked the muscles of her throat, forcing them into action. Some... some went down, enough for -

"Sorry, honey," Vanessa heard herself croak, "Just, just some water went down the wrong way..." Would her daughter really believe such a lame lie? Or would she, would she know that... would she somehow see, know what a disgusting mess her mother was?

The sniffle from Elly was audible over the phone. "Oh... it's... no, I'm sorry. I'm so sensitive right now." Another sniffle. It - even like this Vanessa's heart broke a little to hear it.

"I thought that you might be, like, judging me... You're not, are you? I haven't really done much, nothing that's really cheating on James. I wouldn't. Not without talking to him. It's more... emotional and just... you're not... I'm not a slut, am I?"

Vanessa stared down at her daughter's prom picture, now streaked and covered in globs of her and Brand's sexual fluids.

"Mom? That isn't how you see me, is it?"

Brand's laugh was almost completely silent. He took his hand off Vanessa's grinding, bumping, jumping hairy box and -

No!

...Placed it on the back of her head, firmly pressing down without warning, right into the cum-splattered picture of her daughter.

Vanessa held back a scream. Her face and her Elly's face touched, and pressed close. Her nose and lips were mashed against the thin glass protecting her daughter.

"Mom? Are you okay?" Some involuntary noise must have escaped her lips. She, she had to - Brand pressed harder. More noise, Vanessa could hear it now, building. She wouldn't be able to stop it in a moment. Oh... oh god... if she didn't... there was ****.

She couldn't scream, couldn't **** Brand's hand.

She licked.

"I'm sorry, Elly." Vanessa's voice was a little squashed, like her face.

Lick.

Her eyes were so close to Elly's, they couldn't see anything else. Just her daughter, blurry with tears and proximity and... and spit and cum. "I feel you," Jesus, what was she saying? The words... in another life words had never been hard for Vanessa... but now... Her pink tongue flicked out. She could see it.

It licked her daughter's face. Lick.

Lick. She licked cum right off her daughter's innocent lips.

And her... down below... Brand! His fingers, hand, Mister Fluffy... Her pussy was swollen, thick, dripping and twitching. Little itty bitty squeaks escaped her lips.

Vanessa had to cover for her humping, her mewling sounds. Her pauses. Her awkward, tight voice. A little truth, she could do that.

"I'm just crying a little, that's all." That was a reasonable excuse. It was even true. Vanessa tried to steady herself. "Hearing from you like this, knowing you're all grown up, I..." Her voice was cracking. Her hips swayed hard. "I..."

"Shhh," Vanessa's little girl saved her. She didn't have to say another word, at least for a moment, while she humped, humped Mister Fluffy like a horny black beast.

"You don't have to talk, Mom." Vanessa sobbed in relief. She licked her daughter's face hard in... oh! N-No. The thought, unbidden: In appreciation. Licked her daughter's spit-and-cum covered face in appreciation. God! God!!! What was wrong with her!?

The colored woman knew what was wrong with her.

"I know... it's hard for you, being all alone." Alone? No, that wasn't - "I shouldn't have laid this on you. I'm okay. You don't have to worry about me. I'm happy, really, this is just new and... I'm still with you."

Lick.

"We have each other."

Vanessa's thick, flapping lips were hanging open. She was practically shaking the floor she was humping Mister Fluffy's soft, furry back and tail so hard. She licked with the broad, flat top of her tongue, all the way up Elly's face. Slurped up drool and cum and the runny stuff that had smeared out of her nose.

Brand placed his phone, the one recording Vanessa's awful selfie-face, directly beneath her, beside the picture of her daughter. Both woman stared at her. He stood over the black woman's humping ass, caressing her, masturbating her.

"I love you, Mom."

Brand pulled Vanessa's tail, and then pushed, pushed hard against her anus. His fingers easily slid inside her dripping twat - he was inside her, lifting her, pulling her, pushing her back down, fucking her insides, front and back.

Vanessa's eyes crossed before rolling up into her skull. She knew that her eyes crossed because she could see it in Brand's camera. It was the last thing she saw before she exploded. Some maternal instinct clamped her lips shut, so that her daughter wouldn't hear her orgasm, but... it wouldn't be enough. Her sweating, humping brown body stopped still, and stretched, and arched. Every muscle taut, shaking, straining against their restraints. To Vanessa's dim relief, Brand clamped a hand over Vanessa's mouth while his other hand stabbed into her pussy, hard and forceful, violating her insides. Extending her orgasm.

Elly's voice came from very far away. Vanessa's eyes rolled back into place. Elly's voice. She had to focus on it. It was her daughter. It was important that she lic... li- n-no. Li-listen. Just listen.

"... Just... tell me if you see James, okay? Or if he calls? Let him know that... that I still care. That I need to talk. Okay?" Elly's voice was cracking again.

"Mom? Okay?"

Vanessa was shattered. She tried to pick up the pieces. Yes. Elly was looking for a 'yes'. Vanessa was pretty sure of that.

"Yes, Sweetie. Yes, Elly. Yes, I love you too. Yes, I'm sorry... I'm sorry... yes..."

She tried to stand, but her legs were so wobbly from her big cum. Her chain clinked. Oh, and bound up, she would have a hard time standing while she was chained to her feet. Yes, she couldn't stand. Vanessa flopped down instead, sliding on her breasts and chin. She nudged her chin, pushing her daughter's picture away.

There was a pause.

"It's okay, Mom."

"Mom... you take care of yourself. Call me when you need." Elly's voice was now touched with concern for the woman she called for advice. "I love you," She repeated.

"Take care of yourself, Mom." Elly repeated. She sounded lost. "Bye..."