In the Wee Hours

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"Nigger."

Dazed, tired eyes stared at Elaine. An ugly ape face. Nose like a sniffing, snorting pig's - cavernous nostrils stretched up by a long, lean thumb.

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"Elly!" A **** whisper kept interrupting - stop. Go away.

"Shut up," The dazed girl muttered, not taking her eyes off the ugly thing staring at her. "Nigger."

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Tangled, kinky hair fell into the sink.

"Elly - Elaine! I'm sorry. It's my fault. I - !"

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"Stop!" The pleading was fast turning to screeching. High pitched and hoarse. "Stop - Elaine, your hair!"

Her hair?

The ape sneered. Ugly, teeth barred.

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"Get out." Elly calmly...

"Get OUT!" The ape screamed. Hollered, seeing red, feeling red - her body heating up like a furnace.

A door banged down the hallway.

"It's three in the morning! Vanessa - what are you doing inside the house?"

Oh, shit. Cheryl's voice cut through the dream. C-cut... scissors in Elly's hand, rotating with her wrist...

Elly blinked, and the ugly nigger in the mirror blinked too. The monstrous black gorilla face transformed subtly, by shadow and line, into her own. Her hair -

Her hair!

"I tried to stop her," Elly's mother whined.

"She came - she stole Mister Fluffy a-and... it's not my fault. Mommy..."

"It's not..."

"I'm sorry, it's not my..."

The voices were a distant reminder of reality. Elaine picked up tangled pieces of hair out of the sink, absurdly sticking them back on her head. Crying... crying that they didn't stick, that they wouldn't go back on.

"What are you babbling about, Nessie?" Miss Cheryl sighed tiredly. "What..."

Light changed - shadows shifting as her mom was shoved out of the doorway.

"Elaine!"

Elly spun on her heel - scared eyes wide, tears streaming down her little brown face, holding a tangled clump of sink-hair and a scissors behind her back.

"What on Earth are you doing?!"

"I - I'm sorry!"

"What's behind your back?" Elaine shook her head, hiding her tool, her hair, as if she could make... make it all go away. A child, a naughty black child with tears streaming down her naughty black cheeks. "Give here!"

"Elaine..." Brand's voice was low, and deep - it straightened the black girl's back, and made her teeth feel like they wanted to crawl out of her skull. "Give it."

"Give it to Mommy."

Elly still w-wasn't even sure what happened. What she did. From the countertop, Mister Fluffy's innocent glass eyes watched her little walk of shame to the bathroom door, and to Cheryl's open, waiting hand.

"Um..." Elaine carefully maneuvered a pair of overly chunky, round-tipped plastic-cased scissors into the white woman's waiting palm.

Her scissors, and the hair she had collected. Clumped, a-and -

"Your Hello Kitty scissors?"

Elly n-nodded. She must have grabbed them from her little work supply backpack, that Miss Cheryl had made her buy after work. Shopping with her head down, pulled along by Cheryl while Brand quietly molested her mother behind them, in public view...

God, if one of her friends had chanced upon them, Elly would have died. Straight died in the store, while Cheryl seemingly delighted in filling Elly's shopping cart with the most juvenile, girly versions of -

"No wonder your ends are so ragged! How did you even manage to cut your hair with these?"

Miss... Mommy picked through the colored girl's freshly butchered hair, fixing and brushing with her fingernails.

"What a mess. What an unbelievable mess," Miss Cheryl tutted wearily, pulling - o-ow! Pulling at Elly's poor chopped hairdo.

"Vanessa," Brand leaned back on the banister, across the hallway from the bathroom. "What happened?"

"Dad-" Elly's mother licked her lips. "Daddy..."

Miss Cheryl, tired eyes Elly, absently pulled her former boss's arm down - barring the negress from instinctively covering her hanging brown tits.

"U-u-um, I... I don't know, really. I woke up in my, um, h-house..." Her stupid, sad dog house. "And she - "

Elly's mother pointed hesitantly at her daughter.

"She was t-taking Mister Fluffy back. I didn't... I thought... a-and then I f-followed her - I'm sorry. I followed her inside, and up here, a-and she wasn't answering... I was so worried..."

"He's mine," Elly pouted sullenly, glaring at her...

Jesus. Her mom.

Brand was calmly t-tugging on the negress's anal tail, while she spilled her guts. The chastity-bound mother was a quivering, booty waving mess - barely keeping herself upright by clinging to the door frame.

"W-worried - she was like a zombie, a... a-and then when she started cutting her hair, I panicked. I tried to get her to stop - I was so scared, I-I - "

"Shhh..." Cheryl shushed.

"Nessie." Mommy delicately pinched and pulled one of her negress's nipples, increasing tension until the dark nub sprang from her grip. "Hair binder, please, dear."

"H-hair...?"

"Grab one, Vanessa," Brand reinforced the white woman's instruction, letting her go with a pat to the exposed skin of her buttocks.

Elly's mother avoided her daughter's still-dazed eyes, as she opened a drawer, and fetched a plain orange hair tie from a bathroom drawer, delivering it...

Miss Cheryl quickly wrapped up the clump of Elly's hair she had been holding, and handed the whole mess back to the woman who's job she had stripped and taken.

"You can start a small - small stash again. A... what did little Elly call that pervy thing in the basement?"

"A shrine," Brand supplied.

"A shrine," Miss Cheryl smirked, despite her tired eyes. "In your little house."

"To your favorite girls. Okay, Nessie?"

"U-um..."

"And you! Elly!"

"I..."

"What on Earth are we going to do with you? What were you thinking?! Look at - just look at you!"

Turning her head toward the mirror...

No!

Fear squeezed Elly's eyes shut. She couldn't, wouldn't look - not if the ape... thing... in the mirror stared back. Not if its sad, angry eyes and sharp teeth -

"What did you - ?"

"I don't know, okay?!" Elly yelled. Too loud, her voiced echoed in the small bathroom, stunning the crowd. Looking... God, looking at her sobbing black face. Chopped hair and ape nose.

"I'm sorry. I'm s-sorry, I... I don't know what happened. Please. I don't know what's going to happen, I don't know..."

"I d-don't know..."

Everyone was silent. Allowing... allowing Elly to speak. To swallow, and get control.

"I hadn't... hadn't slept." Jesus, she hadn't slept, really, in - "Days... I haven't slept in days - and I saw her."

Elly pointed. Still not looking, not daring, "In the mirror."

"Who?" Miss Cheryl sounded honestly concerned. "Who did you see?"

"Elly - your mom? Did your mom hurt y- ?"

"No!" The black girl shot a glance at her mother - bare tits gently swaying with slow, rhythmic humps, firm nipples standing out...

She'd never... never get used to seeing the woman who raised her l-like... that. Never. Swiftly, Elaine lowered her eyes to her own long toes.

"No, I... I saw..."

"Okay. It's okay, Elly. What was it?"

Elly couldn't speak. C-c-couldn't... wouldn't...

"Come on." Cheryl sighed. Tired an impatient, but...

Warm. And there, touching where it hurt - her hair. Elaine's p-p-poor ravaged hair. "Tell Mommy."

Elly shook her head. Crumbling, she... no...

"What did you see?"

"A-an..." Shut... shut... "A-a-ape."

Silence.

"In the mirror. An, like... an a-ape, looking back at..." At...

It - it felt somehow good to say, to confess. Painful, and embarrassing, but -

A suppressed laugh echoed off the bathroom tiles.

No...

Cheryl... M-Mommy started laughing, first.

And Brand, next.

God, no - no. The sudden laughter cut.

"A - a gorilla!" Elly screeched - wild-eyed, fists clenched at her sides, trying to convey her utter horror, her disgust, what she had seen what she had been -

The laughter just got louder.

"Oh... oh, gosh." Cheryl wiped a tear from one eye. "A gorilla? Elaine..."

"Elly, Elly, Elly." Miss Cheryl grabbed a tissue, and... "That's just you, Sweetie. That's just you in the mirror."

Mommy wiped Elly's nose, turning her elbow at the same time, making her face...

Herself. In the mirror. Naked, except for the tissue veil Miss Cheryl was comforting her with. Chocolate skin and full, bare breasts... naked, lightly defined abs and the triangle where her thighs squeezed at her engorged sex and obscenely erect clitoris all contrasted the white woman behind her, dressed in an unblemished white slip.

And, when Miss Cheryl finished wiping her nose - Elaine's miserable teenage face was slowly revealed, with the tissue dropping away from sight, landing softly on the bathroom countertop.

Broad nose. Prominent, forward mouth and lips so thick - so plump a-and full -

Cheryl rested her chin on Elly's shoulder, her face warmly against the black girl's, and pressed against Elly's back, cupping of the colored girl's breasts from behind, whispered sweetly and silkily into her ear...

"That's our little ape..."

And every bad thought Elaine had ever had about her negroid features was instantly reinforced. The teenager gasped - hurt, staggered...

Warmed, and embraced. Her thighs, her s-squeezing thighs -

"That's a very pretty chimp. Okay?" No... "A very pretty monkey. It's okay."

N-not... fresh tears welled in Elly's eyes. Glistening, u-unshed - while in Miss Cheryl's arms, with their faces contrasted side-by-side... it hurt to look. To listen. T-to -

"Haven't you seen your mom hooting and bouncing around?"

"She's doing a little of that right now," Brand chuckled.

J-Jesus. Elly could hear it, feel it - the humping negress, against the door frame, watching her daughter... her daughter get degraded and broken... and touched... and stripped of her humanity - compulsive, sad hooting and ape hump-bumping -

"What did you do, Elly?" Miss Cheryl touched Elaine's ruined hair. "What did you do, Sweetie?"

"I don't know," The exhausted, naked monkey mumbled. Distracted by Cheryl's touch, and breath, and her m-mother's -

"You were so good this evening! And at work. Every chore, all day. You were so excited to get your little girl scout badges from work, to pick up your cute little backpack and supplies after..."

"... You got to shop, and see your boyfriend, to play - "

The guilty comfort of being warmed, of being held by Mommy spun away. Her boyfriend - !

"That was his butthole!" Elly gagged, pointing an accusing finger at Brand - casually pumping at her mother's anus with increasing tempo. Elly gagged, sick, her teary, messy little face all twisted up because she had... she had kissed it. And sniffed it - she had told Cheryl and Brand that she liked the way it smelled, and tasted. Encouraged by them, praised and comforted, Mommy brushing her hair, Brand talking sweetly while male sweat, hair, and...

Christ, she had told it she liked it. The anus. Him. She had told Him about her day, touching Him. A fucking butthole - talking, kissing... loving...

Hate. Shrugging off Cheryl, Elly grabbed her hair, and pulled, straining the roots -

Whap!

"No!"

The black girl's hand got slapped away, but she just -

Whap!

Again! Elly grabbed her injured wrist - she wanted to pull, to grab the scissors and cut -

"You don't do that!" Elaine's big brown eyes must have betrayed her, because Cheryl slid her scissors further away on the counter.

WHAP!

Elly flinched, but it wasn't her being hit. It was a different piece of black flesh, and - face hard as stone, Brand approached, dragging Elly's mother behind him, slap-darkened butt first.

Somehow the older negress was holding on to her tail. Walking backwards while Brand yanked her hairy anus along.

"Down!"

Back to the shower, next to the toilet, Brand pointed Elly's mother down to the hard bathroom floor.

And, a firm hand on Elaine's shoulder wordlessly guided her, next. Down, with her mom.

"Three in the morning..." The big white man growled, flipping Elly's raggedly cut hair with his hand.

Hip to hip, the cold metal of her mother's chastity cage pressed against Elly's hip. Opening his boxer briefs, Brand's... his dick dangled first over Elly's head, then her mother's. He tilted her head up, and pulled her fat black bottom lip down.

Oh...

Oh, god.

He started pissing.

He... without even a warning, without a word, peed right into Elly's... into her mother's mouth. And, "Ghllkl!" Gurgling, bug-eyed, surprise a-and horror written on her black face...

"Oh. Oh, wow," Miss Cheryl breathed, turning Mister Fluffy as if to look with her.

And Elly's mom... took it. The awful sound of trickling hot yellow piss changed tone as it filled her cavernous mouth. She took it, until she was full, until Elly could see the foul liquid reach the brim of her mother's mouth.

"Swallow, nigger." Brand advised. "It's good for you." She saw her mom's chest jerk, trying to reject her drink, and a little even dribbled out of one nostril. But, to her daughter's horrified fixation, the negress kept her mouth closed, and the rest of the liquid in.

The sound of her deliberate gulps reverberated in Elly's ears, sending shivers down her spine, all the way to her tailbone.

The colored girl didn't even notice that Brand was dangling his cock above her face, too, until the pissy tip brushed along her open lips next.

Elly clamped up. But not before a drip hit the tip of her tongue - watery and unclean, and vaguely salty.

"This is your punishment, Elaine." Brand frowned, his gray eyes stormy and sharp through their tiredness. "You did this, you woke us up, and... I can find worse."

"Open. Just like Mom."

Jesus. Not believing sh-she was... Elly glanced at Cheryl for help - and found only fascination, and wonder. Any empathy for her as a woman...

As another human...

There was none. She - hell, she got more sympathy from poor Mister Fluffy's worn puppy eyes.

The kneeling black girl slowly, reluctantly parted her lips, and immediately regretted it when warm fluid instantly began filling her mouth.

Fuck! Eyes watering, pleading with D-Daddy, Elly... Cheryl stepped in, intervening, holding Brand's dick. Th-thank...

In her head, Elaine's internal thanks turned to despair, as Miss Cheryl simply took Brand's dick in her slender fingers, and held it steady for him.

"Bllgl?!" Elly pleaded, ****. The first taste had turned into a warm torrent of foulness, swirling in her teen mouth.

Slopping over her chin when she tried to speak.

"No spills," White Mommy frowned down at the teenager, along with her pissing boyfriend. The stream finally stopped, leaving Elly with her toilet face up, breathing piss stink through her flared nostrils.

"Swallow, Sweetie," Cheryl ordered. N-no sympathy, or kindness coloring her tone. Standing with Brand, with her man, with his strong dick still in her hand.

Elly... she squeezed her eyes shut.

She tried. Her throat closed, her body and soul told her 'no', but...

The muscles of Elly's strong young neck corded under her dark skin, telling her to reject the unnatural liquid. Sh-she... Bottom lip trembling, drooling, open -

And Elly couldn't do it.

"She can't. Let her... the toilet is right there, let her..."

"Vanessa, she can do it," Brand frowned.

"B-brbl..." Elly gurgled, yellow p-piss... she was going to lose it. Permission or not, th-the toilet -

"Don't keep her down, Vanessa. That's how you people..." Miss Cheryl cleared her throat. "Help her instead."

The toilet was right there! Not... not in her m-

"Um, E-Elly..."

Elly's mom...

"B-Baby..."

Crept closer. T-too close. Warm black skin, soft black tits touched the teen, her mom's nearly naked body.

"Baby, i-it's..."

"I have a little left," Brand gestured with his hips, bobbing his cock. "Nessie, show her."

"Unhh!" With only a moment's warning, Brand spun the older woman's head, and splashed piss - only a bit hitting her mouth. Mostly hitting her in the face and eyes, while Elaine balanced pee in her gaping mouth, throat refusing still to -

"See? I-it's not so..." Face forcefully adjusted again by Brand, a second, unexpected splash hit the negress's throat. Properly aimed this time, right in her mouth - Elly's mom's whole face contorted into tormented grimace, and she immediately, nearly retched. Closing her mouth, sweat instantly popping up, the black woman's neck corded... muscles straining in protest...

But, a single quick gulp ended it. Leaving the older negress gasping, nearly heaving.

"It's... not so bad..." The fake, **** smile Elaine's mother wore for her was the stuff of nightmares. She looked ready to hurl.

But... smiling her fake smile... she touched Elly's throat, and stroked. Gently... slowly...

"It's not so bad," The black professional half-sobbed to her little girl, and, bit by bit, stroke by smooth stroke to the delicate muscles of poor Elaine's paralyzed young throat...

Elly... swallowed.

"She's doing it. She's doing it," Miss Cheryl whispered, grabbing her boyfriend's arm. And, the white man hugged her close, like they... they were b-bonding over Elly's toilet humiliation. Her disgusting trick, h-her -

"Show us." M-Mommy bent, waiting for Elly to open her trembling teen mouth. "Show us, Sweetie..."

Elly... belly full of hot pee, mouth empty... showed.

"All gone?" Even though she was leaning over, hands-on-knees peering right down Elly's wet, pink throat, she still asked. She -

"All..." The teen didn't feel good. At all. "G-gone."

"Oof." Mommy straightened, wafting her hand in front of her face. "That breath though. And those chin dribbles."

"You girls - clean," Brand ordered. Dick still out, proudly swaying.

Clean. A-as if...

God. "Um..." Her mom, beaded liquid on her face and body. As much as the Elaine's mother had swallowed...

She had also gotten the worst of it. And she was looking at Elly - resigned, eyes already searching out her daughter's skin, just like Elly was with her.

Lips parted, together.

Already tasting the stuff in her tainted mouth, Elly was inured to the foulness. She was suddenly too exhausted to protest, to do anything but feel - feel a hesitant female tongue on her chin, and lips. On her neck, and even sucking a wet strand of hair... while Elly licked in turn. Her mom's cheek and tongue, her nose and eyelid. Down the side of her pretty face. Neck, collarbone, to the top of a firm, sweet breast - sensing more than looking for any trace of moisture, Elly licked and kissed it away with her tongue and lips.

Gentle breath, and warm bodies recovered. Their sick ordeal, their tired pain... together, pressed together, the mother and daughter -

"They're so close..." Cheryl stifled a sleepy yawn.

The colored girls took their hands back. Disengaging their lips and tongues and... and tits, and thighs. They... a-avoiding each other's eyes...

God.

"It's oddly sweet."

God!

Miss Cheryl poured a cap full of mouth wash each, and tipped them into the colored girl's mouths. Elly... Elly first. Despite being the cause of everything. All the trouble.

Despite her hair, and it all being her fault.

Unable to stand, Elly swished and spat hers in the toilet. She...

She stared, into the toilet. Clean, and white, and unused.

Unlike her.

"Baa baa Black Sheep..." Miss Cheryl's sing-song voice sounded far away - just like the feeling of fingers and nails searching Elaine's hair. Like a dream.

Maybe... maybe it was a dream. Maybe - "I'm tired." Cheryl pinched the bridge of her nose. "Christ, I'm tired."

Brand grunted his agreement. "Up, niggers. It's late enough." Strong hands lifted Elly... her mom... an elbow in each grip.

"I want your mother dressed in a yellow power suit tomorrow," The white man instructed. Still... still dreaming, and sick, piss behind the minty chemical taste in her mouth, Elly n-nodded. "I've seen one in her closet - big shoulder pads, like something out of the nineties. She's joining the team again - she's going to help productivity around the office, even if it's just helping the men cut down on toilet breaks."

"And, you..." Brand shook his head. "We will have to look at what to do with you."

The white man's tone was as unfriendly as Elly had ever heard from him. Her mistakes... the policeman... her mom...

"Don't worry. I'll talk with him." Miss Cheryl whispered in Elly's ear. Just for her.

"M-Mommy..." Elly tearfully whispered back - ignoring her nigger mother's jealous groan.

"Vanessa. Aren't you forgetting something?"

Stopping, turning Elly, Miss... Mommy...

Elly's mother already had Mister Fluffy in her arms, and her daughter's bundled nappy black hairs. But Miss Cheryl pointed to another item.

The used, mucousy tissue that had had been used to wipe Elly's runny nose.

In front... in front of everyone, the shamed-faced nigger's face blanched, turning positively gray.

Elly's mother added the loathsome little treasure to her collection.

"Um... th-thank you... Mommy," The negress squeaked, without prompting, shifting her thighs.