Yard Dog

"I don't know why we ever let her outta' the backyard," Carter leaned back on a reclinable patio chair and, with her leash firmly in hand, casually planted the bottom of his shoe right on Nessie's suddenly back-and-forth-struggling, sputtering black face. "I mean, she's gotta be house trained 'fore she can think about bein' a house nigger."

Vanessa groaned, feeling her lips press painfully against her teeth, feeling the cartilage of her nose squish.

"You're ain't proven you're suited to bein' a house nigger." Carter turned his ankle, getting his shoe right in the center of her face, "That's a special privilege. 'Specially for a real darkie like you."

"Ar-mph!" Nessie tasted dirty rubber.

"Blow that shit some other way," Brand, eyes on his laptop, waved a dense cloud of marijuana smoke away from his face.

Carter made no outward sign of having heard - but after breathing deep and holding in another puff from his joint, blew it instead towards his feet.

"Mmnn! M-nff!" Right where poor, hapless, stump-limbed Nessie's pretty face was fighting a losing battle with his shoe sole.

"I mean, look at her." Carter wasn't actually looking at the smoosh-faced, whining negress at all. Instead he gestured widely to her new home, such as it was.

The backyard of her old home.

"Cant have somethin' like that indoors. 'Sides, she's got everythin' a coon girl needs out here. She's got -" The crude white man suppressed a cough, his voice tight and strained from holding in yet another drag. "Hold on."

Brand grunted an affirmative, barely listening to the other man.

"C'mere girl." Carter finally exhaled, and gestured towards the negress with his joint. He -

T-tugged on her, "Mmmf - !" Leash! "Pthb!" With her face braced against his shoe, Carter pulled Nessie's face into his hard rubber shoe sole - seemingly unaware for a moment that Vanessa had no possible way to get closer.

"Mn- " Vanessa squealed, lifting and stomping her elbows and knees into the soft grass beneath her, only being saved from toppling over by the tension of her leash on the collar around her neck.

How -

"Whoops." Carter finally realized Nessie's dilemma, and took his shoe off her face.

How fucking high was he?!

"C'mere, now."

Yanked by Carter again, Nessie took one resentful, wobbly stump-step forward.

"'Atta girl. Come here and open up, I need an ashtray."

A... an...?!

Vanessa paused, and shook her head.

She shook her head and opened her fat lips and...

Fuck. Fuck, she...

"A-arf!"

God help her.

"Arf!" Vanessa pleaded, putting up the best argument she was allowed. The painful, raised welts adorning her brown butt and hanging breasts ensured that even her protest of Carter's threat, even with panic knotting her stomach sh-she...

"Arf! Arf!"

Nessie yapped as convincingly as she possible could. She whined and... put her face on the top of Carter's shoe, rubbed it with her lips and cheeks. I-inviting him to continue. She would rather, much rather, he torment her that way than -

"C'mere lazy." Carter ignored her. As if she was rubbing her face on his shoe, obediently barking for...!

The blonde man yanked Nessie's chain, almost collapsing her from her precarious perch atop the cushioned points of her knees and elbows. Half-dragging Vanessa to his side, Carter waved the joint in her face, he... "It's for your own good. Keepin' your new home clean."

Nessie shook her head again, sealing her mouth shut. She -

"Nigger," Uncle Carter's glassy, bloodshot eyes focused. Narrowed. "... if this ends up anywhere but inside your stomach, I'm gonna put this joint out on your clit, roll another, and tell you again 'til you learn. Open. Up."

Vanessa...

The limb-bound black woman opened up her mouth and... and eyes still pleading, she...

Stuck out her tongue, and Carter carefully hovered... and tapped his joint. She - "Urk!" Gagged immediately, "Ku-urp!" Vanessa's lips twisted and trembled. Her chin dropped and instant... drool, it... Nessie's throat tightened and stomach twisted as a long, heavy line of bitter ash to hit her taste buds.

"Swallow, nigger." Carter waved the glowing tip menacingly.

She was t-trying! "Gu- khaff! Urk! Urrp!" Nessie's mouth wouldn't close. Horrible gagging noises kept it open, coming straight from her stomach... the pet girl's cute nose wrinkled, her cheeks and brow scrunched up, and the negress...

Sheer will worked the muscles of her jaw. F-**** her mouth closed. Nessie w-worked her tongue, somehow making a wet ball of the ash before, somehow, oh...

Fuck... f-f- "Gu..."

Vanessa bobbed, she undulated her head up and down, in and out. She put her whole head and face and body into action, to **** her throat to g- "Urk!" gag down... **** down the disgusting mess, ch-**** and bob and swallow it i-in... whimpering it into her tummy.

She...

Did it. She... d-did it. Finally. She swallowed. Panting, heaving, Vanessa worked her tongue, scraping it on her teeth, and thought for a split second about spitting the remaining residue onto the grass and... and looked at Uncle Carter, and...

Grimacing, swallowed, again. The rest of it.

"Good girl. Guess you don't want to add a few burns on your clit to all those welts you got on your ass, do ya' nigger?"

Vanessa shot Uncle Carter a glare of pure, raw hatred.

Nessie flinched, and dropped her big, scared brown eyes to the grass.

"A-arf..."

Carter chuckled. Taking a short drag, he tapped the joint in his hand on Nessie's nose right as the colored woman sniffled.

"Hah-a-choo!"

Sn-sniffled miserably. Vanessa sniffed hot, irritating ash right into her nostrils, into her sinuses, and sneezed it immediately back out.

Carter, the prick... smirked.

"Now what was I sayin'?"

Uncle Carter frowned and... and looked. At Nessie.

"Hmm..."

Waiting.

Nessie didn't have a choice. She... "A-arf." Forty-one years old, and whatever else she was...

She was an educated woman! And she...

"Arf! Rr-ruff!" She barked in response. Barked as best she could.

Carter's stoned eyes lit up. "Yeah. That's right. Got everythin' she needs out 'ere." He finally dropped Nessie's chain and gave her hanging tits -

"Oof... A-" Nessie moaned. Uncle Carter reached underneath and gave her hanging black titties a good, long... a firm squeeze. A nice feel.

"A hose to clean her and give her extra drinks. Towels to lay on and dry herself. Water dish, food bowl. Chew toys. Pole to tie 'er up." Fuck, the pole. A gaudy, gold stripper pole had been buried and anchored in place. It jutted out of Vanessa's backyard, drawing attention to... Vanessa couldn't think about the neighbors. She had never noticed them looking in the past. But... with changes, with a stripper pole in the backyard. A n-nigger in the backyard, she didn't know what... what she would do if, when... "Turn around, Blackie."

It took a moment, given Carter's offhand delivery--that, and his hand distracting her, molesting, weighing, and bouncing her jugs--Vanessa almost almost missed the order to turn around. Head down, eyes on the green grass below her, Nessie began the process of shifting her pointy limbs, her butt and back, turning and turning and feeling the burning of muscles that had barely recovered from their previous, unnatural overuse days ago. She turned until her wide ass and pouting pussy -

"Mmmf! Ah-rr-" Nessie gasped, her head jerking up. Uncle Carter stuck... just stuck two thick, dry fingers into her sopping cunt hole. All the way in, sliding into her tight, lubricated tunnel effortlessly. He -

"Ah-pah-ah," Puh-umped her! Carter pushed and pumped his fingers into Nessie, and one of her doubled-up stump legs twitched, thumping the ground with every, "Ah-rrf-fu-f-" Fuck!

"Wet. You're almost droolin' back here."

F-fuck!

"Even dogs don't got slobber on both ends like you do." Carter thrust... th-thrust right into Vanessa's slobbering, swollen -

"Uhh! F-fu... ah-rrf," Nessie gasped and trembled and -

Carter took his fingers out of her, Vanessa clenched the walls of her pussy, trying to hold on to his fingers, causing them to exit her vagina with a slick, wet sound. The pure frustration, humiliation... a salty tear rolled down one of Nessie's cheeks, "A-arf. A-mm-ruff..."

"Give me the camera. I'm gonna' take her off the leash. See what she does." Pivoting, Carter stood with a masculine grunt, wiping his fingers in Nessie's hair as he passed. Passing his joint between hands, the blonde man grabbed the still-new video recorder off the patio table near Brand. Bending low, Uncle Carter's fingers and hands did what Vanessa couldn't - he unclasped the simple device holding her chain leash in place, and set it on the table with a metallic jingle of metal-on-glass.

"There ya' go, Blackie." Uncle Carter opened up the viewscreen of the camera. "Go ahead. We've still got some daylight left."

The cold lens of the camera stared at Vanessa. Recording. She put her head down, away from its gaze and...

And what? Go ahead and what?

"Go on."

Carter put his shoe on one of Nessie's round asscheeks and gave her a firm -

What the fuck!

"Arf!"

He gave her a firm shove with his foot, making the brown woman scramble on the points of her elbows and knees for a moment to keep her balance. Turning her head over her shoulder, Nessie glared, frowning at the camera. He - what did he want?! What was she -

Carter planted his shoe on Nessie's ass, and again p-pushed Nessie! What did he want?! Vanessa looked the other way at Brand. He wasn't... he was busy, and didn't offer a word of instruction, or...

Vanessa heard Carter lift his foot again behind her, and without thinking started to stump-walk along, with no destination. Just trotting along to appease the camera.

"There she goes," Carter whispered. Not to Vanessa, or Brand. He was... he was clearly high as hell, and whispering to the invisible audience behind the camera. "What's she gonna do?"

Oh, god. It was even worse than... he was following her, talking like she - like a fucking documentary. A home movie, of a new pet. Like... like she was the one d-doing it.

She was the one doing it. Stomping around. And... and she...

She did have a destination, after all. Nessie... fuck. Fuck him. Fuck her. She had... she did have something she needed to do. Something she wanted.

Under the observation of a camera lens, under her own direction, with little blades of glass underneath tickling her swaying breasts at every awkward, grueling stump-step, Vanessa shuffled along towards a - a goal.

Water. Every creature -

P-person. Person. Every person...

She needed water.

Nessie slowly waddled off on the points of her knees and elbows to her water. Her mouth tasted like ash, and she had lost so much to sweat and drool and...

"Oh! She knows where she's goin'! That's a thirsty girl, I think," Keeping with Nessie's snail's pace, Carter spoke to the invisible audience for his home movie, "... And can you hear that?" The stalking white man bent his knees slightly as he walked and held the camera low, at full extension of his arms, following as close as he could close to Nessie's up-and-down trotting brown backside. "Listen to that sound. That's a wet pussy-hole stickin' to itself with each step. Schlick..." Uggh! "Shlick... schlick..." Carter imitated the... h-he kept perfect rhythm with Vanessa's gait, with each actual schlick!-ing noises coming from her - Vanessa hadn't noticed before, but every movement of her thighs and butt was accompanied by an audible humiliation from her traitorous cunt.

Mortified, Nessie paused, and the noise paused. The silence only confirmed... god! The colored woman shut her eyes. She shuddered, a-and opened them and -

Nessie scooted off, brown tits slapping and flopping at her sudden scuttling movement. "And she's off! She must be really thirsty." Just m-move, Nessie. It wasn't far. Vanessa's view of her water bowl dipped and bobbed and grew larger in her vision, in time with her awkward gait, in time with the quiet little schlick-schlick! of her pussy.

She was there. Staring at a porcelain bowl full of clear, clean water. Clear and clean except for a single, tiny floater. A teeny flying insect.

Gross. With her arms bound Vanessa had no way to get rid of it. She could maybe dip her hair in, try to fish it out that way, but -

"Look at that juicy black pussy." Carter had kept pace. He touched...

"Uoo - ah a-arf! Arr-f-f-" Vanessa moaned, and the thought flitted right out of her dim doggie brain. She gasped and -

Carter stroked more... petted her hairy mound. P-parted her lips. "Big clit on this one, too." The stoned brute whispered to the camera, "Lets look at her drinkin' up. She needs it - it cant be easy for an older gal to get around like this, even if she is a nigger."

Uncle Carter lifted his hand from Nessie's genitals. Vanessa barely got her mind turning again as, a moment later, the camera appeared in her face. In her face, to the side, and... hovering. Waiting for her to start. To...

Nessie licked her dry lips, and opened them.

"Notice - she's gonna drink just like any other puppy. Lappin' with her tongue."

The camera being in her face was somehow just as bad... worse, even, than it staring at her rump while she was molested. She couldn't drink like, "-Nnh!" Vanessa got a painful p-pinch to one of her nipples.

"Arf!" The wretched black woman yelped, and frowned at the camera. And then averted her eyes. Squeezed them shut.

"A-arf..." Whispered a little yip to herself in quieter shame. She...

Nessie dipped her head, spread her arms-wings slightly to lower herself, and... started. Lapped at the at the cool water with her tongue, like she was told. Slow at first, but the craving... she lapped faster, noisier. Her long, pink tongue flicked out, curled, and the water cleansed and soothed and -

Fuck, it tasted good. Almost sweet, compared to the bitter taste of ash in her mouth. With her eyes closed, for a moment Vanessa was able to ignore the camera, looming scant inches from her face. She lapped and drank and -

"Ack!" C-coughed.

Something stuck in her throat.

Nessie's head shot up, her eyes opened wide, and she looked down with a silly kind of desperation. It was gone. The floater. Vanessa gagged for a second, and she...

There was nothing she could do but... she swallowed. Carter had moved around her front, and he was so close, so intrusive Vanessa felt herself look up - giving the lens a front shot of her mournful puppy eyes. Of the little water droplet hanging from her nose. Nessie hesitated, then hung her head back down and resumed drinking for the camera with her tongue - somewhat less enthusiastically, but purposefully as she tried to get the teeny lump out of her throat. Out of her throat, and into her stomach where she could no longer feel it.

Beside her, in her other bowl, Vanessa scanned the remains of her dinner for anything she might have missed. The cherry pits that she had been allowed to suck clean, the chicken drummies that she had gnawed on, chewing off every piece of meat and gristle to settle the aching pit of her stomach. Any bread crust crumbs she might have missed.

Nothing. She only had water and... and the teeny bug left to fill her up.

Vanessa lapped and lapped. She drank until the burn of the muscles of her back, of her tightened abs became too much. Vanessa's arms had been spread too wide, too long, and she was **** to right herself, one stumpy wing at a time, before she was no longer able to get up at all.

"All done, Nessie?" Carter ruffled Vanessa's hair. He stood and without warning -

"-ARff!" Fuck!

Kicked!

Carter delivered a swift kick to Vanessa's hanging, **** boobs.

The mature black woman stumbled back, pain written on her face, shock dropping her dripping mouth. Sh-she... what...! Why!?!

Carter steadied himself, and made to lift his foot again and -

"Arf!"

Despite her exhaustion, despite the awkward process that was turning, Vanessa fucking moved. She spun around with **** dexterity, and scooted off quickly enough that only her wobbling tail got clipped by a second kick. With Uncle Carter hot on her heels, Nessie scrambled and stomped through the grass as fast as her short little stumps would allow, panting and catching herself out of stumbles, bumbling along furiously. Any safe place, anywhere away from Carter -

There was only one place. One spot, and Vanessa ran to it. Ran to him. She clomped along to a seated Brand, who had apparently been paying no mind to Carter's documentary. He continued looking intently at his laptop even when Nessie scrambled around his back, around his far side, away from Uncle Carter, begging her tormentor for shelter. Poking her nose, shoving her face into his strong thigh when he wouldn't... h-help! Vanessa poked and rubbed her face and... and -

"A-arf! Arf Arf! Rr-ruff!"

Barking.

"Noisy girl, arent you?" Brand finally turned from his laptop. Finally giving her attention, he affectionately reached down to give Nessie a head-pat. Vanessa shook it off, shook her head. She didn't need a pat! She needed - Carter was...! Vanessa stepped to the side. Circled, putting more of Brand in between her and her assaulter.

"I said somethin' about gettin' her chew toy. She got so excited she ran right to you," Carter offered, camera in hand.

That was...!

"Oh? She does seem awfully excited."

"Arf! Arf rr-!" Carter was lying! He had kicked her square in the tits! Nessie looked up at Brand, "Arf! R-ru-"

"-m-MFf!" Nessie's eyes bulged. The black woman was shut up mid-yap.

Shut up by -

"...Puh!" Vanessa spat, and a white sneaker, a woman's sneaker hit the ground under her face.

Her 'chew toy' was a woman's sneaker.

Vanessa swallowed.

Her chew toy was Elly's sneaker.

Vanessa stared. Running to Brand... what had she been thinking?! Stupid! Stupid ni-...!

Vanessa backed up, and Carter took a step towards -

Vanessa didn't back up.

She didn't go anywhere. She stayed sheltered, cowering by Brand.

Brand, who leaned out of his chair... who picked Elly's shoe off the grass and, holding it by the toe this time, pressed its back cuff to Vanessa's lips.

Nessie...

Shame and loathing... her-her heart. Her gut. She... she shook her head, and...

She let her teeth part. Part, a-and then shut, biting into Elly's shoe.

Vanessa bit into soft leather with her bottom teeth, cushiony cloth with her top.

Elly's mom bit her daughter's shoe. She took it in her mouth, out of Brand's hand.

With her teeth clenched, breathing was... "Rrff," Vanessa breathed through her nose. Her nostrils, breathing... s-smelling. Her eyes rolled up and she.... she bit. Harder. She clenched her teeth. She pressed her l-lips together, squeezed them tight around...

Nessie squeezed her hot, wet lips.

"'Atta girl."

Brand didn't even try to hide the smirk in his voice. On his face. "Don't be afraid to give it a chew, Sweetie. We've got a whole closet full of nice presents just for you."

No.

Vanessa dropped her daughter's shoe from her mouth. She had been biting so hard, with her neck corded and her jaw clenched, that the indents of her bottom teeth were quite clear in the soft backing. Tooth marks, and saliva.

Brand... please. Please, Sir.

Daddy. Daddy, Please.

Vanessa looked up at Brand. He... she was losing. Losing...

He needed to see. He had to see her. She was a mother. She was a woman. She was a person.

"Whoops! Clumsy puppy." Brand frowned, and tweaked Nessie's nose. "If you want your chewy you're going to have to get it yourself this time." The white man rested a heavy, strong palm on Nessie's head and p-

Pushed her down.

"There you go."

"A-ar..."

Please...

Nessie was so tired. Aching and hungry and sore and...

Her day... and the day before... and...

"Arf..." Arf.

She c-couldn't...

The hopeless, helpless black woman crumpled to the ground. Under Brand's pressure, her arm stumps gave out.

She collapsed. Right next to, almost on top of...

Elly's shoe. Nessie grasped it with her lips. She maneuvered and positioned it with her chin. She worked it, finessed it into place.

And Vanessa bit.

She bit Elly's shoe. She clamped down hard, and felt her tongue trace the gap it made in her teeth. Vanessa licked the back of her teeth. She felt and licked and tasted cloth and leather.

"Be a good girl. Show us what strong teeth you have."

Nessie twisted, stretched material back and forth. She bit and chewed.

She explored.

For a minute... maybe for longer. Longer. She chomped on the laces, she gnawed at the rubber sole. She pulled and rotated the tongue and pressed her face inside to... she kissed the padded insert. Nessie played and gnashed, chomped and turned and tongued. She made indents, tooth marks, bites -

"It's time." The sound of metal sliding on glass... Brand lifted Vanessa's leash off the table. Nessie whimpered. Whimpered and pressed into her daughter's now-slightly-ragged shoe. She worried her teeth. She didn't look up.

"... If you like you can keep your chewy with you tonight, so you won't get too lonely."

Nessie swallowed. Her jaw flexed. She clamped down.

"Uncle Carter and I will figure out the best way to get you leashed to your pole for the night." Brand brushed Vanessa's hair aside, and with Elly's shoe dangling from her mouth he gently lifted the colored woman back onto her front stumps.

He clipped on her leash.

Vanessa kept her teeth firmly shut, taking her little girl's shoe with her while Brand led her away to the stripper pole.