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Vanessa was crying.

Quiet little tears blinked from her long lashes, and settled into the carpet beneath her cute, squished face.

She was Home.

Someone - Carter, wherever he had gone to, had left Mister Fluffy by the door. There to greet her upon entry.

Still clothed, she had been collared, and leashed, and then Brand...

Brand was almost tenderly going about it. Preparing her for the insertion of her tail. Taking lots of time. Stroking and teasing her butthole with his fingers. Stretching it and playing with it. Circling it. Getting it and Nessie all...

All...

"There's a girl." A couple fingers strayed e-even lower. Vanessa gasped and s-spread her... her legs. "Good girl. Don't worry, your tail is coming."

"Nice and relaxed, now."

The kneeling, face-down negress nodded and readjusted her fingers. Reaffirmed her grip, and spread her big black ass wide.

"Ah!" Nessie winced, and the slender fingers holding her butt open trembled.

Cold, hard, thick... p-pressed...

The well-lubricated, tapered metal bulb of Vanessa's tail pressed against her sphincter. Pressed in, rotated i-in, and o-opened... opened her up.

"Nice and easy. In it goes."

It hurt. It felt... Vanessa took a breath. She spread, and l-let... and after an intensely uncomfortable, familiar stre-e-etching feeling in her butthole, it...

"Good job, Nessie." Passed through the thickest part.

Her anus grasped it. It was all in.

The negro woman's accommodating sphincter flexed around the much more reasonable width that formed the base of her tail. The device... settled, inside her, into a weight - a constant little stretch and pull in her anus that she... she knew. That she...

"There you go, Sweetie." Brand patted Nessie's soaking wet pussy, "All the way in, just like you like." Oh, god. "Do you have a nice wag for me?"

Vanessa, teary little face still planted in the carpet - hiding... hidden, let go of her buttcheeks.

She wiggled her ass. She did a booty shake.

A wag.

"That's a girl." A big, strong hand stroked Nessie's butt. It gave her cheek a warm squeeze, and gave her tail a brief -oof! t-tug.

Vanessa squeaked, and one of her heels did a tiny kick.

Brand smiled at that. Vanessa couldn't see him, but she knew he did. Just knew it.

"Feel better, Nessie?" The white man gently stroked, petted his fingers through her pubic hairs.

"Y-yes, Daddy." Vanessa managed a whisper, after stilling her trembling face lips, "Thank you."

Yes.

It did feel better.

That's why she was crying. Everything felt better.

It was awful.

Brand stood, Vanessa's chain leash back in hand, leading her by her leather 'bitch' collar.

"Come here, Sweetie."

He tugged, prompting the colored woman, on all fours, over to the couch. He sat, facing her.

Brand faced her, and leaned forward. He... he looked at Vanessa, holding her gaze, just... looking. Watching her body, her face, her eyes with his own.

Nessie dropped her eyes. Her head. Hiding in her hair. What did he want? She -

Fingers under her chin, Brand prompted Vanessa's head up. Up, and... wordlessly, lightly stroked his fingers down the side of her face. The battered side. Over the slightly-swollen markings around her eye. He...

"You're very pretty when you cry." Brand murmured. Stroking.

S-stop. Vanessa shivered, even more ashamed of her tears. Of why she was crying. Of... everything. Just stop. Stop... Vanessa...

Vanessa wet her lips. "Thank - " The leashed negro woman had to swallow, try again. She... "Th-thank you, Daddy."

Brand smiled at Nessie. A treacherous smile, that could make women... women who didn't know better, and, and even those that should -

A thumb passed over Vanessa's lips. Lightly dragged across them.

"Going to work was very confusing for you, wasn't it?"

Brand's thumb completed its journey over her mouth. It settled under the clean, straight line of her tightening jaw. G-god damn him. "Y-yes." He was the one that made it...!

Vanessa tried to dip her head low again.

Brand's fingers wouldn't let her. Not really. Tilting her face down, the negress practically nuzzled his strong palm before...

"Y-yes."

"Yes, it was very..." It had been so many things. So many hard things. It had been... "Very confusing, Daddy."

Brand nodded, his gray eyes sympathetic.

"I know. Things are a little simpler for you at home." Brand's other hand went low and - he fondled Vanessa's big breasts. "You like it simple." Brand's tone did not invite argument. "You like being told, and being touched." A hand squeezed and caressed Nessie's rising-and-falling propped-up chest. "Having your holes looked at by men and women. Boys and girls."

Vanessa suppressed a sob.

Vanessa suppressed a moan.

"I'd like to see the inside of your mouth, Nessie." Hard nails, the hand not still molesting her tits, stroked Vanessa's bruised cheek. "Can you do that for me?"

The kneeling negress hesitated. She...

Nodded. "Ye- " Brand's hand interrupted her verbal response. Using the beginning of her vocalization as an opening, he prompted her chin lower.

Acutely aware of Brand looking at her, enjoying every twisted bit of it, Vanessa... followed his prompt. To shut up, and open up.

She opened up wide and let her daddy see in. Let him see... it. Let him look and stare and enjoy the view of her...

Her... hole.

"There's a girl." Brand kneaded Nessie's breasts approvingly. "Keep it simple, and look how well you do. And look how wide it opens. So wide and wet." He was commenting, gray eyes looking inside her still-open, gaping mouth and throat like... like she... "It's hard to imagine anybody letting you get away without a kiss or a suck."

Oh, oh... fu-

"Now stick out your tongue."

Vanessa... thighs squeezing, slipped her tongue, "That's right, all the way. All the way out," S-slipped all of her tongue, all the way out.

Brand's pulled it, to make sure, and pointed a...

A single firm finger passed the threshold of Nessie's lips. It poked her tongue, deep in her hole, and s-stroked, back to front. It stroked Nessie's quivering, pink little muscle. And again, stroking, again, base to tip.

He was petting it.

"You look very beautiful like that."

"Anngh ooo." Vanessa replied, distressed brow knitted together.

Brand smirked.

"Tilt up," Her younger co-worker prompted Vanessa's head up. Leaning right over her face, he...

Nessie whimpered.

A glob of spit formed on his lips. Slowly. Where she could see it. Anticipate it. Vanessa fought the natural urge to close up. To withdraw her tongue. To struggle.

She made herself take it instead. Mouth open wide so she wouldn't accidentally... reflexively close it. So wide her jaw ached.

She took it, gaping open, tongue out, waiting until her daddy's spittle plopped in her gaping mouth, and slid its way down her tongue, to the back of her throat.

"Good girl." Brand's knuckles stroked down Vanessa's delicate, upturned neck. "Swallow, sweetie. You can close your mouth to swallow."

Vanessa... closed her mouth. But she... she didn't want to swallow. She didn't, she -

She'd had far worse things in her mouth. In her stomach.

She still felt queasy.

She still f-felt Brand's hand touching her breasts, and she...

Brand was looking. Waiting. Vanessa's plump lips twisted up. Her dark nose scrunched up. Nessie took a nice big gulp of the white man's spit.

"... What do you say?" Brand's hand shifted. His fingernails stroked Vanessa's cheek. T-tapped it. Not hard, but...

It made Vanessa flinch. It... It made her scared.

It made her say, "Thank you, Daddy."

Brand nodded, but t-tapped again. Flipped the flat back of his hand, his fingernails into Vanessa's cheek - a little harder, "'Thank you' for what, Nessie?"

Vanessa swallowed. Swallowed past the lump in her throat.

"Thank you for spitting - sp-spitting." Brand wiped away a single tear from the corner of Vanessa's eye with his thumb. "Spitting in my mouth, Daddy." Vanessa... "For letting me swallow it." Brand, finally, let her hang her head. To look down at her bare knees and thighs. To sniffle out another, "Th-thank you."

"That's good. Better. I know you're still being trained - "

Trained. A trained nigger. A trained dog. A t-trained...

Uoo-uoo-uoo

Vanessa's lips formed a juicy, red circle before she was able to tuck them back.

"... That you're still getting used to some new expectations and feelings. But the faster you learn, the less it'll hurt."

Hurt. It -

"Right?"

Vanessa nod- n-nodded. "Yes, Daddy."

Brand gently patted Nessie's head. Shifting on the couch, he leaned back. "Undo my pants, please, nigger."

Nigger.

There was no malice in the word. He even said 'please'. She was just...

The shame-faced nigger flushed, skin hot, and put her fingers to work. Brand slouched, and she touched his... it was impossible to not touch and feel... It. It was hard. Vanessa unbuttoned, and unzipped Brand's, her Daddy's, pants. Undid his belt. Tugged his pants with her dark hands, and... opened up his boxers. Reached in to g-grasp... feel his warm...

F-fuck. Vanessa sat back. From her angle - it was big. Even bigger than she last recalled. Thick and straight and... and white.

Brand chuckled at whatever face Vanessa was wearing.

"I love that look. Your cunt is all wet for it, isn't it?"

Vanessa grimaced. Of course it was! It -

It... it was.

O-of course... it was.

"Yes, Daddy." Nessie swallowed. "My pussy is very wet," So was her mouth. Salivating, she... Brand waited, and the mature black woman gave the younger man a little more, "I've got a wet pussy f-for you. For your white dick, Daddy."

She twitched. Down, between her legs.

Fucking slut. Slut nigger slu-

Brand grabbed Nessie's leash. He pulled her in, and down.

"Start with the balls."

Vanessa... from where Brand had tugged her leash, it was a short trip for her to place her mouth on Brand's cool scrotum. Slowly at first, she... a gentle kiss, and then a gently suck, she pulled and manipulated a fragile testicle into her hot mouth.

"That's a girl." Brand sighed contentedly, slouching back further and relaxing his grip from Vanessa's chain doggy leash. "Those thick lips were made for this, weren't they?"

The room was occupied for a moment with a loud slurping sound. Vanessa's thick lips, parting with Brand's ballsack.

"Y-yes." Sucking cock. Sucking cunt. Sucking balls. S-sucking and kissing asshole. Everyone... "Yes, Daddy." Eyes down, on Brand's cock and testicles, Vanessa kissed her white daddy's genitals, the base of his penis with her cunt suckers. Her dick sucking lips.

"You keep waving your tail in the air." Brand observed casually, amusement tinging his tone, "Bouncing up and down."

Vanessa... pointing it out didn't help. Didn't help or relieve the need, the... the totally necessary subtle little pussy stretching that she got with every -

"Are you trying to tell me something, girl? Would you like something hard to hump while you suck?"

Oh... fu-

She...

Vanessa planted more big, wet kisses on her daddy's balls, on the inside of his thighs. She... she couldn't answer that. She...

The black woman's humping hips speed up further, responding for her.

"You've been a good girl since coming home, haven't you?"

Damn her. "Yes," Nessie kissed her daddy's cock, "Yes, -mp I-I've been..." A slut. Worse. A... "Good. Good girl." Vanessa licked.

"Would you like to hump my shoe?"

Mmp! She... Nessie mashed her face into Daddy's soft ballsack, licking hard, humping the air. Y-yes, she, no... d-dammit,

Yes, she -

"Or Mister Fluffy?"

Vanessa choked on a pube.

Nessie withdrew her head, and ever-so-slightly whimpered. She - Daddy was looking at her. She...

"Don't be shy," Brand chided her, his voice earnest. "I know you'd love a hump. Be honest. Mister Shoe, or Mister Fluffy?"

Vanessa slowly turned her head. Looked back, over her shoulder. She looked at Mister Fluffy, still facing the door. Facing the door, but angled.

One of his glass eyes looked back.

"You want to hump Mister Fluffy?" Vanessa's head shot back around. N-no. Mister...

The brown woman looked up with wide, wide eyes, and wet her lips. Her lips, her - "Mister..." Mister Shoe. "M-Mister..." She would -

"Mister Fluffy." Brand helped Nessie out, nodding. No, "I know you like him, Sweetie." Nessie shook her head. M-Mister - just, Brand's shoe. His shoe. Not Elly's... not her... "It's okay. Go ahead. Go get him."

'Be honest', Da- B-Brand had said.

She...

Fuck. "Y-yes. Mister Fluffy." Fuck her sick, pathetic - "Th-thank - "

The negro woman stared blankly for a moment, shifting back and forth uncomfortably, lifting her hands and knees and... unable to finish. Finally turning, she scooted off on all fours - tits bouncing beneath her in her sexy dress, her tail swaying and stretching her butthole, her hot, glistening sex shifting with each movement of her haunches.

Waddling and wagging along, Vanessa approached the knee-high plushy from behind. She -

"Remember to ask for permission first," Brand interrupted, reminding her.

She couldn't have forgotten if she tried. The black woman's nipples ached just thinking about it.

Vanessa shuddered and opened her mouth, preparing to- to ask. Permission. Respectfully ask to h-hu-hump her daughter's stuffed dog.

She closed her mouth. She couldn't very well ask his tail. It...

All too aware of Brand's eyes on her, slowly stroking himself while peering at her privates and her... her humiliation, Vanessa carefully lifted Mister Fluffy, turned him, and set him down so that he faced her. So that he, too, was looking at her. Looking with kind glass eyes at the mess she had become.

"Um," Vanessa began.

She - she shouldn't have turned him.

Mister Fluffy was looking right at her, staring with those sympathetic eyes. Those knowing eyes. Why did she turn him, let him see...?

"Um, Mi-Mister Fl- "

Brand cut in. "Get lower than him. You're towering over the poor guy."

Nessie... groaned. She...

Spreading out her hands, Vanessa bent at the waist until her chin rested on the floor, until she was almost in the same position as she had been when Brand had stuck her tail up her bum. Only instead of having her eyes down on the floor...

She looked up, at Mister Fluffy. The canine plushy smiled down at her, tiny face just...

Brand was right. It did feel different. Looking up at him.

Having him look down in her.

"Mister Fluffy?" Fuck she was pathetic. "Sir?"

Mister Fluffy waited patiently.

"Mister - S-Sir, I..." She couldn't... couldn't just ask to 'hump' him. That wasn't... wasn't respectful.

"Um... you're a good-looking doggie."

What The Fuck was wrong with her?

"... Sir."

Vanessa glanced over her shoulder, back at Brand. Aside from a raised eyebrow, a raised dick, he was expressionless.

The ass-up negress looked back, and up, at Mister Fluffy, looming over her. Butterflies fluttered in her tight tummy.

"Sir, could I please hum- " No. Idiot. She had already...

"I mean would..." Better, "Would you help my, my pussy? I always liked you and... you'd make my pussy feel really..." Nessie - her thighs flexed and... "Really good."

That... that had to have... Vanessa swallowed, and began to pick herself up, and...

And then... sh-shit.

Shit! Mister Fluffy wouldn't... d-didn't care for cats. She... he wasn't...

Nessie back in tears, let her head and body drop back down.

"I mean my... not my pussy. I... you know. I'm..." Vanessa's collar chain pressed, pressed against her throat. Her collar and her tail and... "I'll be your bitch, Sir."

He... fuck her. But he... he liked...

"I'll be a good bitch." Vanessa whispered. If Brand heard what she was saying - "I need you to h-help me. Please. I'll be a good- a good bitch. I promise. Can I?"

She was deranged. Absolutely bonkers and... and dripping in anticipation.

Nessie lowered her eyes. The big brown bitch stretched out her neck, and gave Mister Fluffy's cute front paws a kiss each before lifting the little dog. Hugging him close. With her prize in her arms, clutched to her breast, Nessie shimmied back to Brand on two aching knees and set her daughter's stuffed toy down. After a moment's reflection she face him away, opposite Brand. She... he was in the right position, and under Brand's scrutiny she...

Vanessa settled her sex onto the stiff, furred body beneath her. She gasped, just... and after a moment, when her eyes rolled back into place, Nessie hooked her arms underneath Daddy's thighs and pressed her lips, her whole black face, into Brand's hard... soft... everything.

For minutes, Vanessa humped, and sucked. Her whole body in motion, rubbing and bobbing. Taking Brand into her mouth. Suck and slurp, jerk and sweat, hump and...

And moan. Moan with hot white cock filling her mouth.

It felt...

Fuck. She couldn't. She needed -

"Da-mph! -a-addy?" Nessie popped her face off Brand's big cock. Her legs were... it was building. It... "I'm going to mm-gh-cum soon." A real cum. A nice cum without slapping or hurting. Without...

Just a cum. A hump cum, for being...

A tear squeezed from the corner of her eye.

"I'm trying to be good." Vanessa kissed it and... "Ah-'ll be better. Can I Daddy? Please?" Her pussy ached. Fucking ached and... she... asking permission wasn't helping. If he didn't...

He had to. Nessie gasped. She slowed her hips, but... Mister Fluffy...

F-fuck. He had to.

Brand let go of Nessie's natural, allowed her head off, to lick and press and bury herself in his balls.

"Did you cum without permission today?"

Nessie open mouth slobbered on Brand's big balls. "Mm-mm, n-no, Daddy. Not - " She lapped at Daddy's hard, white bone. "I got ... got permission."

"How many times did you cum at work?"

O-only once, at work. "Just... just one time." Vanessa promised.

Only once. Like it was an accomplishment. An accomplishment for the office c-cum sl-

"In a whole workday? Are you sure?"

Vanessa nodded, and kissed, and... and then hesitated.

She... Brand looked at her. Noticed her sudden change of face, her remembering, he saw it, she... "I mean... It might have been a few times." But it wasn't- Vanessa rushed on, before her chances disappeared, "It was a few, but - but it was all from one... like... just a long one, and a few, all together."

"'Kind of' one?"

"How many was it, Nessie?"

"K-kind of... maybe... three or," J-Jesus, or... "-or six, maybe, I..." Vanessa groaned, and kissed and sucked and... he couldn't be mad. "Please, Daddy, I can't -" She was t-trying her best to... She couldn't... she needed permission, needed it right -

"And you were...?"

Fuck! Vanessa was losing the battle. She couldn't think about that and -

"Let me guess," Brand began, voice flat.

"You came six times stroking and licking the inside of that loser's shithole with your tongue."

Vanessa's scream, and her orgasm, were immediate.

"Fu-u-u- Oooo! -Uoo!Moo-mmnn-mph!" Vanessa, legs bucking, riding Mister Fluffy, slapped her hand over her mouth, clamped it shut as if that could possibly hide what she was doing.

As if she her illegal cum wasn't on full display, right in Brand's face.

"Yes. I saw what you did. Got a nice recording of it to keep."

"Mmm-mmm-mph!" Vanessa screamed into her hands - her brow knotted in distress, her big, pretty brown eyes already pleading forgiveness to her Daddy as she c-came and f-fucked and muffled the sound -

"Mmmn-puh... -puh..." Vanessa panted, finally settling, knees quaking, barely holding her up.

He... he...

"You must still be hungry, though." Brand angled his dick towards Vanessa's face. "Let's get something warm in your stomach."

Vanessa... Mister Fluffy still between her legs, the negress... nodded, sorrowfully. Her hands finally dropped from her mouth.

"There you go. Let's get something in that empty tummy." The kneeling black woman looked couldn't... just couldn't meet Brand's eyes. She wrapped her cocksucking lips around his "-Glmp!"

Brand helped her shove her head down.

"... and then after you clean your pee stain from this morning we can talk about how to stop you from stealing cums."

Vanessa, her throat full of cock, struggling to keep from gagging and snorting, nodded... and Brand let up. Vanessa gasped and quickly went down. Moving on her own, taking him deep so he wouldn't... and he didn't. Brand let Nessie take his head and shaft into her mouth and throat on her own. Let her bob her monkey lips up and down to suck the cum out of his dick.

To get something in her aching, empty stomach before finding out what kind of punishment she had earned for herself.