A House is Not a Home

"I dunno, maybe she did squirt. There's practically a puddle down here."

Hungry, sore, and exhausted. Utterly dehumanized, and a witness to her daughter's defilement...

Vanessa really, really needed somebody to wipe her nose for her.

"A-arf..." Please. Stomping, gooey gunk hanging - she couldn't breathe. Sh-she just... if they'd just - just for a second, pay attention.

"G-arf?"

"Elly!" Brand, seated a mile above Vanessa, responded to her weak, sore-throated barks with an absent pull of the black mother's t-tail! "Did you squirt?"

"I - n-no! I didn't s-... squirt." There - there was t-too much going on! Elly - Elly's eyes flicked back and forth, slowly sliding - uooh! S-sliding the thick semi-hard white dick out of her snatch -

"I-I promise, I- " Elaine's voice cracked, p-pulling on Nessie's heart strings. Her heart, her butt -

Brand gave her tail another pull.

Clamping down with her sphincter, fighting it, pulling back on his hand - th-that's not what she needed! She needed... bouncing, making fists with her toes in frustration, N-Nessie -

"Arf! Arf! A-" Uoo! Brand pulled h-hard! Almost losing c-control of her tail, almost p-popping - Uoo-Uoo!

"Well, why not?"

Dammit!

"Yeah, I keep hearin' about this nigger squirt, and that's it?? What the hell?"

Listen, d-damm- !

"Arf!"

"Nessie! Settle down!" Ow! A hard slap to the fluffy back of Vanessa's head, Brand -

"Bet the Girl Scout'd squirt for whining Momma, here," Carter observed wryly.

The atmosphere - everything stopped for the moment. Everything but a light breeze, tingling through Nessie's hanging tits.

"Is that what you've been barking about, Blackie? What are you trying to tell us, girl?"

Stuffed nose dripping semen and worse, Vanessa stole a quick look. A q-quick, bad, bad nigger peek a-at her -

Her daughter, s-standing, looked horrified. Sick. The teen hurriedly crossed the seams of her too-small white shirt over her spit-covered brown breasts - not quite in time to avoid her mother's bulging eyes.

'Squirt for...' - o-oh. Saliva forming immediately, s-swallowing - stop! Nessie's drooly, leaky n-nigger cunt -

"Ar-ff!" High pitched, Vanessa nearly flopped flat onto the ground when her tail was pu-puh-

"I - I don't - u-um, I-I-"

Dong still hanging proudly out of his mussed pants, Carter stood, and, closing the distance in a single stride, lifted Elaine's undersized Girl Scout skirt.

"Squirt or no, look what a mess she is down there." Look - c-compelled by Carter's scathing... looking at her daughter's sweet little sex, defiled b-by - "That's just about the sloppiest little black cunt that I ever - "

"Don't fucking cover it up, Dum-dum!" From her place drooling on the ground, Vanessa almost flinched as hard as Elly. Fearing a hit, a crack across her little girl's soft flesh, the negress shifted her stumps beneath her, cringing for the poor teen. "Yer hands is gonna get all sticky, too! Fucking stupid - !"

"Carter," Brand cut the other white man off. Standing, gently prodding Vanessa's butt forward with his knee.

God, Elaine was crying. Eyes puffy, hands at her sides, s-sloppy pussy on display -

"Uncle Carter is right. Elaine..."

A thick finger on her other side lifted, and gestured to... on the ground, on her stumps, viewing everything - every glistening flex and squeeze at the white men's cruel words

"This, is a no-no. Okay?" Brand frowned, touching Elaine's hair. "You have got to stay clean, and presentable, if you're going to be walking around the house. I know you're not used to it, but all that stuff... it's _in _there. Inside you - and it has to go somewhere. You don't want it staying inside you, smelling and dripping, do you?"

Dripping... out of Nessie's nose, driving her mad, d-dripping, quietly snuffling -

"I... n-no. But..."

Quietly shivering.

"You don't want Miss Cheryl seeing that."

M-Miss...

"Um, M-Miss... n-no, no, but - "

"Of course you don't. You're prettier than that."

"That's what Blackie, here, is for. Tell her to roll over."

A chill - a whole body chill so consuming Vanessa felt as if the length of her hanging breasts stiffened, that her abs tightened a-and -

The black woman opened her mouth, t-to say... say something.

"A-..." Arf.

"Tell her, just like a pup - 'Roll Over, Blackie'."

All three looking down at her... down. Her daughter, flanked b-by... her daughter, shaved privates on display, with C-Carter's wet cock, semi-hard, still hanging obscenely out of his pants.

"Um, r-roll. Roll Over, Black-Blackie."

Caught up in the drama of the moment, overwhelmed by the variety o-of sex - dazed. Just dazed -

Shit! "Arf!" Blackie kind of, nearly, f-forgot the practice she had - Roll Over.

A quick stump-step sideways toward the grass - Vanessa almost fell in her... tipping, pushing on one side, tipping on the other...

With her stiff limbs, once it started, there was no stopping. With a short, teetering freefall that sent Nessie's sick stomach briefly whirling -

Her daughter, Elly had called her Blackie.

Dear god. What was she doing?? W-what... falling...

Falling...

Cool blades of grass hit the black woman's back. Leaving the cement behind, just avoiding a scrape, her bound limbs flapped and waved.

"There, see? She's all ready for clean up. That's an eager girl if I ever saw one."

"Go on, Sweet Cheeks. Momma is waitin'."

The sun blotted out, the little dancing gnat Vanessa had been unconsciously tracking - above her, her daughter's hiked high skirt and dripping, brown teen pussy -

Holy shit.

"Arf!" Nessie blurted - a-a heavy drop smacked her, right on her forehead.

"All the way down." Knees down, closing in - oh, Jesus, god, th-the smell - "Right on her face. Be a good House Girl."

The descent... paused. Too close.

"Do... do I have to?" The teen's voice was so soft, s-so defenseless, and broken -

"Yes, Sweetie. Yes, you have to."

Slick, and glistening with the build up of intercourse - Vanessa's daughter's... h-her _daughter's _defiled pussy hovered. T-too close! Dripping, quivering...

"It's meal time, Blackie," Carter sneered nastily.

Wait.

"Gr-rf!"

Air!

"Gh-MMpff!"

Assisted by Carter's rough palm on her daughter's shoulder, used teen pussy squished hard onto... into Vanessa's open mouth.

Fuck! F-fuck! Hips buck-bucking together - sweet, sour, salty, and earthy. An immediate gush o-of sexual fluids -

"That's it. Good nigger." To h-her... or Elly...

The black mother swallowed. Mingled cum slid down her tongue, pooled - and Vanessa swallowed it down, gulped it down her throat.

She... eyes squeezed shut. Eyes open wide as saucers. Her thighs clapped a-and her half-pinned stub a-arms...

Carter laughed. Half obscured by olive skirt, Vanessa saw... _felt _her little girl cling desperately to the awful white man's thigh - even while he held the teenager's shoulder down, holding him for support while he pinned her onto her mom's mouth.

Penis still dangling above mother and daughter, both.

"See? Jus' hold on to Uncle. I know - feels good to get clean, Niglet."

C-clean? Thrashing - !

"Lgg-MOff!"

Nessie was dying. The shit up her nose... f-for what felt like the thousandth time, a-again, suffocation threatened t-to... a vein popped out of the negress's temple, and her poor, plugged nostrils -

Unable to get out, Vanessa went in.

"She's - ah!"

The **** negress slipped her daughter's stiff clit in, to probe her nostrils, exhaling gunk through her nose and slurping it back up with her lips. Working furiously, it all... all of it pooled in her throat. In her throat, and s-swallow... swallowed down to her stomach.

"Look at 'er attack it!" L-laughing at her suffocation, s-s-swallowing - ! "Get into that sweet Girl Scout box, Nessie! Sniff them cookies out."

Fucker! "GgGll-MrRff!"

"You want off?" The white man stepped on her f-fucking forehead, grinding her head back and forth, smearing h-her face against Elaine's slick slit and mound.

"Suck it down good, Nigger. Lick inside 'er - like a vacuum with a tongue. Get yer baby all cleaned up."

"She - s-stop telling her, she - f-fuh-! Fuh-!" In front of Vanessa's wide eyes, the teen on her face slapped down. Slapped down pussy and ass, right on her monkey mouth, on Carter's shoe planted on her forehead, on her fuh-

"Gh- Hel-mmkh!" Humping... grinding over Nessie's face, just as she was getting her fucking breaths! J-just as -

"Ohh… mmnoo..." The unmistakable moan of an orgasm above Vanessa - the older negress felt her own thighs raise sympathetically. Almost... herself, a-almost...

"Hm. No squirty. Thought for sure that was the trick."

Panting above Vanessa, Elaine k-kissed Carter's knee. His pants. Holding him...

"No?"

"Mm... no... I... I-I-"

"Well, fuck, Monkey!" Sounding disappointed, as much as exasperated, "What's it take? Huh?"

"I'm sorry! I - I dont know. I tried, I swear I tried."

Voice cracking, dead serious - Jesus!

Carter shook his leg. Peeling the clingy black teen off -

"Show me you can be useful for somethin'. I ain't walkin' around like this all day. Yer the house nigger - get cleanin'."

The white man removed his foot from Vanessa's head. Hanging out of his pants - from below, Vanessa saw Carter's slimy tool press against her panting daughter's lips. Saw it stretch them, deform them, as he manipulated her head - and through clenched teeth the negro girl -

"Get it clean..."

_"- _Mf!"

Elly opened, and... took it in. Fuck! Watching, Vanessa's cheeks hollowed. Clapping her thighs in angst, i-in - fuck!

Blood pounding in Nessie's ears. S-sucking, her tongue l-lapped up her daughter's soft outer petals, and stretched as deep i-in as -

From her vantage point, far below, Vanessa saw more gooey cock disappear down Elaine's throat.

"Mm-mFF!"

"That's it." God! Barely able to hear through the thighs squeezing her head - "Take yer slop, Piggy Niggy. Take it down. All the way - sniff a couple hairs up that fat nigger snout."

"Ss-nNK! Hhnn-SNhK!" Grunting, snorting, s-squealing - !

Elly's reaction was immediate. Quick, and explosive. Female ejaculate flooded Vanessa's face, burning her eyes -

"Holy shit!" Carter danced back.

And, the spray ceased. Quick as it began.

"Holy shit!" The white man laughed. "She did it all over her mom's damn face! Look at 'em!"

Elly was already rolling off. Through the burning blur of cum, Rolling, off, and curling into a fetal position.

"It's her fault..." The teenager mumbled, apparently t-to no particular - "Hers. H-her..."

Her fault? Vanessa...

Her fault? Vanessa's?! Mouth full of... g-gasping for air, makeup a ruin, fake eyelashes stuck on her cheeks... a fucking mess of her daughter's fluids, Nessie thrashed in place, t-trying to right herself - !

"In a moment, Nessie. Elly, Elaine - up, Sweetheart." Brand's thick arm h-helped the trembling teen - wrapping around her waist, assisting Elaine to her feet while her mother flailed miserably, like a fucking turtle stuck on her back.

"Much cleaner..." M-messy! Worse than ever, Vanessa - !

Up on her feet, Brand's other hand snuck under Elly's skirt - knuckles bulging the fabric out a-as... in front of Vanessa's eyes, he stroked the mound beneath. "It feels good to squirt, with permission, doesn't it?"

"Oh, please... please..." The black girl sniffled.

"Hmm?"

"Please, D-Daddy... please..."

"Elly? Elly." Brand's shift in tone -

"Y-yes, um..." Looking down at her sneakers, the teen nodded, "Um, Daddy. It f-feels..." C-clutching her bare midriff, Elly nodded - fast and hard.

"Only with permission, Elly. Your squirts. Until we all trust you to stay productive through the day - stay in control."

"No masturbation. No humping. Me, Uncle Carter, Miss Cheryl... you're not like Mom, are you?"

God, the fear in Elly's eyes. Looking down at her struggling, naked, cum-ruined mother.

"Arf! Rrff!"

"Out of control, rolling on the ground like a baby?" Vanessa wasn't rolling! She was t-trying - to the side... harder... flapping... to get - get up!

"Arf-arf!"

A-And - Elly was the one crying, n-not Vanessa! "That's not you," Brand gestured to the flopping, barking negress in the grass.

"You're a big girl. You keep things clean, right?"

"Yes. Yes, I-I'm a... oh!" Coming up from behind, Carter opened Elaine's shirt, and casually molested her firm young breasts.

"U-um..."

Vanessa's **** rolling, ceased. W-with a clear view upskirt, with a full view of the drama. Elly half-struggled, hands on Carter's wrists, his forearms, a-as if trying to remove his hands...

"Mm - I, u-um... U-Uncle - oh..."

But, never getting far. While her pushing kept her attached to the white man, set her grinding against his body and his naked cock, even while she struggled halfheartedly.

"Hose, Elaine." Brand interjected, "Go pick up the hose."

Lifting Elly's skirt, Carter -

Whap!

Affectionately smacked the teen's bare bottom with the other.

"Quickly now, little Niggy. 'S not play time."

"Eep!" The teen squeaked belatedly. Not bothering to cover up, breasts bouncing, the little - the t-tramp -

Sudden anger, out of nowhere rational -

Hands lifted Vanessa's sides. Rolling her off her back - while the black woman's stumps flailed.

Until she was up-... upright. Upright, and still defenseless.

"Look at 'er, Blackie-poodle," Crouching at her level Carter pointed after Nessie's teenage daughter. Bounding away, nervously dropping the hose on her first attempt to pick it up - clumsily flashing e-everything - "Only the right parts jigglin'. I love me a young freak with a hard bod."

Jesus! Her... E-Elly...

Prodding Vanessa up, onto the cement patio... Carter's dick was _still _hanging out of his pants. Thick, and juicy, and aroused.

"Nice job, poppin' that one out. Little niglet is made fer show."

The temptation for the negress to sink her teeth in was almost overwhelming. Something primal, and hateful, deep in her chest -

"Uh-um- " Vanessa's eyes flashed to a splashing sound - to her semi-naked brown daughter. Running hose in hand, eyes wide, and pretty, a-and so utterly exposed.

"Arf!" Nessie shouted, l-loud as... w-without prompting...

Elly gave her a look, but Brand went right on, "Your mother, Elaine, has some cleaning to do in the house. And - you are to supervise."

Fucking... the teenager's back straightened. A proud colored college student, tits at full attention.

The shame was indescribable.

"But... we can't let an animal in, looking like that. It's unseemly. And her drips..."

"Blackie is a mess. Isn't she, Elly?"

Brand waited.

Elly shifted on her feet.

"I... yes, um, Br- " Wringing the long h-hose in her hands... "Uh...uh, D- "

"Daddy."

"Good girl!" Brand's tone, and smile, were saccharine, but Elly - Jesus, Elaine shyly smiled back. "Of course she's a mess. And, who's our helper, for cleaning up messy Moms?"

"I..." Her smile disappeared. Twisting the hose, kinking it while cold water splashed on the ground, "I am, D-Daddy."

"I'm your h-..." Elly tugged on her Girl Scout sash, partially covering up one perfect brown breast, "Your helper."

Helper.

House nigger.

"See? You're getting to be a better rememberer all the time. I bet you'll be an expert, in no time flat." Fuck! Brand... he... they...!

"Now - hold still, Blackie!" Pawing at the ground, flexing her butt - "Stay." Fuck! Fuck him, fuck h-her, fuck!

S-staying... staying in place...

"Now, Elaine, where does your... Blackie... need cleaning, most?"

Without a word, without a free hand, Elaine's index finger pointed... first at her mother's face. And then, more honestly...

"That's 'er pussy." Carter supplied helpfully, "Your momma's smelly, hairy ol' itchy twitchy twat needs a good hosing."

"H-her, um... that."

Brand cleared his throat.

"Elaine..."

"I... I mean h-her hairy..." Elaine looked like she might die, "H-her twitchy, u-um... itchy... old, um..."

Vanessa felt the same. Burying her black face in her hair...

"Um... twat?"

Squeezing, squeezing her butt tail.

"That's right." Brand almost appeared to break character - almost laughed. "That's very good - that's right, Elaine. Now, that's going to be very frequent, for her, that she'll need that sort of care. Even when she's not excited, she has the kind of privates, not uncommon among her... kind, that retain a strong female odor - and it's rare that Blackie's not very excited."

"A- !" Shut up! Shut - !

"A-arf..."

Unable to keep her mouth shut, h-her fucking 'twat' from twitching, Naughty Nessie...

God.

"Give her a little spray. Lift her tail, first."

God!

A-and Elaine started to... she was going to do it. The teenage daughter b-bent, and lifted, and - "A-arf!"

The grip on her tail kept Vanessa in place, while c-cold water flooded her hot, hairy puss.

"This is going to become much more common, for both of you." Fuck! Squirming, p-pulling -

"Ar-rr-rf!"

"... Especially since Blackie isn't allowed to touch. She'll need help, staying clean. Okay?"

Fuck! Stop! Elly...!

"I... I, y-yes..."

"Miss Cheryl and I are simply going to be too busy. This is important."

The black girl stuck it right up against Vanessa's shivering black hole.

"A-arf!"

Little - stop!

"Just think of her like you would any other animal - any pet. You wouldn't let a dog into the house, dripping. Everything has specific cares."

"I..."

"'Course, she's more nuisance than any good bitch," Carter grumbled.

One eye open, Vanessa saw Brand's f-fucking smirk. "Well, that's why she's an outdoor girl."

"Good Elly. That's enough." The teasing, numbing flood ceased. "Give your pet's tail a little pull. Just a slow tug - something she can hold on to. She needs those."

God, Elly - stop! S-squeezing her sphincter, each o-of Brand's instructions - o-uoo!

"All that sweating, peeing, drooling and dripping - you have to think about what your mother is feeling. What a girl like her needs, physically."

"I... u-um..."

A hand, a barely-there hand hesitantly touched the kinky hairs surrounding Vanessa's greedy, instantly grasping vagina. Water pooling o-on the concrete, under Brand's direction, Elaine's nails hovered, tickling, teasing the forty one year ol-

"Like - water."

The tickling presence stopped. The simultaneous, nearly-silent guilty gasp o-of mother and daughter -

"Blackie's lost lots and lots of fluids. Her body can't support all that - nothing could. You saw her."

"She's going to be a thirsty girl. Give mom a drink. The hose is fine, for her."

Jesus -

Jesus, as terrible as... as much as she was haunted b-by pee a-and - Vanessa was thirsty. Between her constant salivating, Brand's cum and her daughter's orgasm sh-she hadn't had time to feel her... so many physical needs, mental barrages -

Water. Suddenly - need. Elly walked, a-and clear, cold water followed, nearing Nessie's head.

"You can wash her messy little face while you're at it, of course."

"Better. Look - all that spray and goo that she's been stickin' her greedy, fat nigger nose in - smearing and lovin', as much as eatin'," Carter added.

Vanessa, face fucked and suffocated in two different manners in the span of minutes, had the best view of her daughter's face when Carter let loose his c-crude -

I-it wasn't her fault! "A-arf!" Elly, i-it... E-Elly...

Oh.

Vanessa's breathing stopped for her daughter's thighs, and a single bare breast. A-and crouching low, peeking out from E-E- oh, god, Elaine's skirt, s-sweet bare brown pussy - o-o-ooh-

Elly grabbed Vanessa's hair, the back of her head.

"Nasty thing."

"BlGll-ff!"

Wincing in pain, Blackie got the hose, right to her upturned black face.

Struggling! Raising and clumsily waving one stumpy forelimb in protest - ice cold splashed across Vanessa's sensitive cheeks, blinding her p-peeping -

"Wash out your mouth."

The residual taste of male spunk, and her own daughter's orgasm, and the need for water - Nessie opened her mouth.

A - a little scared.

She tried to drink. God, on her lips, it tasted good. She tried, neck craning forward, but Elly... her daughter took it away. Calm, and cool, and sadistic. I-it was deliberate, ****, while the ice cold water sprayed up Vanessa's chin and neck, barely out of reach, the little nigger in control -

Oh. Oh, god. Vanessa... Nessie d-didn't mean -

"Blrrgle!" Vanessa's eyes nearly popped out of her head when her daughter stuck the hose nozzle right deep in her eager fucking mouth.

With no hands, no way to expel it - too much! Painfully stuck right in the back of her throat, spewing out of her nose, flashing her back to her recent oral r-rapes - Stop! Elly - ! "BGll-EE!"

Elaine finally removed th-the awful.

"KKFF - KHFF!" Coughing, drowning, a-awful...

She - E-Elly waited.

"Keep your eyes down this time - Blackie."

Adopting an authoritative crouch, knees spread wide, almost daring Vanessa t-to peek -

"KH-Rrf...Kh... kk..."

"Ar-ff..." Nessie... B-Blackie acknowledged. D-down, squeezed shut. A-afraid to -

"Open up your yapper."

Nessie, hesitating, apprehensively o-opened. Just a bit, teeth ready to guard her poor throat - and a steady s-stream of cool life splashed into her mouth.

Water.

She drank. And drank. A-and belly full of water, and sex, and little else sh-she...

It finally stopped. With a metallic squeaking in the background - with the hose still in Elaine's hand, Carter shut the water off.

Vanessa dared open her eyes. Down, not a-at... the negress kept her eyes down, and found Brand's leather shoe, standing alongside Elly's tapping white tennies.

"Say 'thank you' to your daughter, Blackie."

Face dripping - assaulted, drowned a-and shamed -

Vanessa hunched her shoulders. Her cold, fat l-lips...

"... Arf-arf."

"Good girl. When it's not a 'yes' or 'no', Blackie will try to count out the syllables, or timing," Brand explained.

"I'd watch 'er face, an' tone, though. Uppity ol' Nigger, with years o' bad habits like this'll try to sneak by somethin' disrespec'ful, with them barks. Just like it does with them peepers - don' stand for that, either." A towel hit the back of Vanessa's head.

"I... yes. She - I won't."

The same towel she got every morning. A-and Elly slowly started to dry her, without prompting.

"I got to get to my work if yer momma's gonna get 'er new home. But - we'll take care o' this, together later, Girl Scout."

Under her towel, Nessie could... she could just sense the racist asshole grab the bulge in his now-zipped pants.

"I... I, um..." The pain, the indecision in her little girl's voice. Toweling her mother off, E-Elly... "Y-yes, Uncle."

The muscles in Nessie's thighs quivered. G-gasping, her anus squeezed around the metal bulb inside... fucking squeezed -

"Maybe with yer mom's help this time, huh?"

Oh, god. Rocking on her stumps -

For a moment Vanessa thought her daughter would answer that, too.

And a-a bit of drool hit the ground.

But, Elaine didn't. Quietly, j-just quietly taking his last minute molestations, until Carter left with a chuckle, she -

Ouch! Jesus! Vanessa's tangled hair g-got p-pulled by...!

"Whoops," Elaine - O-Ow! "Sorry, Mother."

"Arf!" Vanessa s-stomped a -

"Arf!" Fuck - Ouch!

"When you two get cleaning, when she's dry, try to see if you can get her to clean it herself. She's got remarkable physical attributes, to help her."

"Maybe start with some licks? See what she can accomplish."

Licks. E-Elly wouldn't - Ouch!

"Arf!"

"It's for her own good. We want her to be able to spend more time indoors - but how is she going to be able to when she pees at the first sign of trouble? Or arousal? Or... just pees?"

"Blackie needs to take responsibility - that's where so many... others fail. She has to be the one cleaning it up - as best as she can, with the tools she has."

Toweling Vanessa's body, roughly toweling the older negress's breasts...

"Um... okay." J-just like n-nothing - "But, ah, what if... if Cheryl - "

"Miss Cheryl knows, Elaine. She might be checking on you. So - good behavior, right?"

Wiping Vanessa's stumps, up and down...

"You're not going outside with Blackie, are you? To live? Uncle Carter can still - "

"N-no! Daddy, I'm not." Quickly patting Vanessa's vagina dry, last, seemingly ignoring her mother's little twitches and mewls, Elly folded up the towel.

"I'm not." The teenager grabbed her mother's chain leash from the patio table, and clipped it around Nessie's neck.

"That's good. I'm going to finish my drink, and stay out here a bit - wait for Uncle."

Dismissed. Brand took out his phone, and -

"Gr-ff!" A- a tug at Nessie's throat got h-her scrambling, almost tipped - dammit, Elaine!

"Arf!"

With her cold, erect nipples threatening to scrape the cement with each awkward step, Vanessa followed her daughter inside. And the patio door closed behind them.

Closed.

Holy shit. Just her... her and her daughter. Carter was - noises from the garage hinted at him tooling around, and Cheryl was working. Her... and Elaine.

The bound corporate executive smiled - big a-and... avoiding her puddles... her words, waited in her throat. Waited, eager and bouncing, waited to be freed. She could talk. Vanessa nearly cackled, some kind of madness gripping her soul, some kind o-of dazzling hope -

"E-Elly?" It almost... hurt. "Oh - oh... baby. Elaine - " I-it felt strange, a-and everything she wanted, needed to s-say -

"My god. It speaks." Elly, voice dripping with sarcasm, didn't turn.

Vanessa flinched. Stomach sore from clenching, and churning - knotted anew.

"I... I-I thought... it's just us. It's just us, here, Elly, u-um - Elly - "

"Don't... don't say my name, Mother. You really think I wanted to hear your voice? Without even getting permission?"

Oh... god! P-permission?? Her daughter, her Elly spoke to h-her like... turned, and looked down on her like...!

Fury.

Vanessa shriveled. Smaller than she had been. Stupider, and less, if that were possible.

"Did you get permission? Did you think I wanted to be reminded of who you are supposed to be, to me?" The scorn, the utter contempt -

"Now? A-after... after what..." Elaine's trembling hands, balled into fists... "What we..."

A sensation like cumming, like crying, built in Nessie's t-tummy. She wasn't sure she could handle it, c-could handle the pain, the shame, the -

Nessie... B-Blackie, naked, tits hanging...

"Do you even remember what just happened?! What's been - wh-what I...! What you...!" Almost shouting, almost hysterical, not caring wh-who heard -

Blackie hung her head. L-licked her lips. A-anything was better than... anything...

"A-arf."

For a moment... there was nothing.

Then - a laugh. Harsh, and humorless.

"Jesus."

Still laughing, a little lighter. Still dark, and harsh - n-nonetheless -

Vanessa tried - tried to smile in return. Sh-... she...

"You really are an animal," The black woman's daughter bent low, and casually groped her mother's asscheek - absently f-fucking _spread _her thighs and butt, her flank, like Nessie really, really was...

"Aren't you?"

All humor, all traces of laughter were gone from Elaine's voice.

Nothing... nothing that had happened before... with just the two of them, E-Elly...

Vanessa wasn't an - an animal. Sh-she _wasn't. _She w-was a person, a mother, Elly's mother. And it was only for Elly, only barking because... because Elly...

"Arf," Nessie whispered. It didn't matter.

One - one for 'yes'.

"What is it - " The - the teen's fingernails... still on Vanessa's rump... t-touching - "One bark for 'yes', two for 'no'?"

Elly could tell, sh-she could tell... Nessie nodded. Nodded her cloudy, dizzy black head.

"Arf."

"Is that why they're keeping you outside?"

"... Is this?"

Vanessa's tail - a little wet, a little limp, got a hard l-_lift _from her daughter. Exposing her... Elly...!

Strong back flexing, shoulder blades popping out, Vanessa thrust her arms - hopped up her front legs, rolled back on her knees for the briefest moment. J-just like a real dog, a real n-nigg-

Elaine laughed. A real, true laugh.

"My god... Blackie."

The tail dropped. But not before Vanessa felt her teen daughter shiver through it.

"I mean... I... never mind."

Walking off -

"Never mind," Elly repeated, seemingly to herself. She drifted off, leash on the floor.

"Stay."

'Stay'? The black girl, pulling down her skirt, buttoning her shirt, made off in the way if the kitchen. Leaving Vanessa. Leaving her...

Oh, shit. Elly returned, paper towel in hand.

Without saying a word -

"Arf!" Vanessa t-tried to circle away, as her teen daughter, approaching her back -

"RRF!" Vanessa barked! Elly stuffed - without warning, stuffed a fucking dry paper towel, right in her damn doggie snatch. The little bitch -

"That should help."

" - Urk!" The teen t-tugged Vanessa's leash, a-and with Vanessa scrabbling to keep up, led in a wide loop - nearly to the entrance of her house.

To... to the beginning of her mess. Wadded up paper towel in her, preventing more.

"Arf," Nessie whispered. A-and... bladder thankfully empty, mostly empty -

"Um, how's this going to work?"

Nessie... t-trying to deal... Nessie stared doubtfully at the floor. Her muscles were already aching, a-and the exposed bottoms of her feet scrunched up along with her brown face.

"A-arf..." Vanessa shook her head. Lowering her head...

She really, really didn't want to do this. D-didn't want to think about... didn't want Elly thinking about...

She tried, anyway. Sh-she stuck out her tongue.

There was no way.

A hand, in the middle of the negress's back -

"Just a little lower."

"Arf-arf!" N-no! Elbows spreading, starting to tremble. Th-there was no way, even if she got low enough, that she could maintain -

"A-arf-ruff!"

Shit!

The overworked muscles of Nessie's back w-werent going to hold her. Naked tits sinking, settling on the cool floor beneath -

"Arf!" Vanessa, against Elly's pressure -

Forelimbs scrabbling - shit! She couldn't even right herself. Elaine took her hand away, stopped forcing her down, b-but Nessie couldn't even -

"Arf!" T-teetering... Elly!

"Just a little further. Here - " Nudging Vanessa's elbow with her shoe, spreading h-her balance, Elaine -

"E-Elaine - !" Vanessa screamed. Shit!

Whump!

Both sides of the negress's support gave out at once - her elbows slipped, slamming her fucking face right into the wood floor.

Vanessa slap-slapped one elbow into the floor, angry, pissed -

"Mm-Arf! Arf-Rarf!"

“Whoops, sorry Blackie." Imagining... hearing the smug smirk on her daughter's pretty face - Vanessa didn’t hear a single ounce of remorse in the sly little slut’s voice.

"I guess those puppy paws aren’t quite strong and steady yet, huh?”

Face smooshed on the floor, Vanessa hated Elly. S-sometimes. Hate - hated her.

"No, but this could work." What could work? "I-I think. Uh, lift your head a bit."

"Up, pup! Lift!"

Jesus.

Light footsteps...

Vanessa ran her tongue over her teeth, m-making sure nothing was wobbly, or chipped... and, yes, lifted her damned head.

A hand brushed Vanessa's nappy hair, matting over her forehead. "Back down." Elly pushed the back of Nessie's head -

She'd do it h-herself! Shaking h-her head...

Shit. The unruly cushion of hair...

Elly h-helped her, after all. Tail and rear high in the air, elbows splayed to the side, Vanessa settled on her hair-matted face.

"Now, uh."

Jesus Christ. What was Elaine doing?

Braving it, opening her bruised lips -

"Arf! Arf-Arf!"

"Well, I know you can't see." That - that wasn't... that w-was the least of... what kind of half-assed plan f-for her mother w-was Elly...?

"But, you know, I'll just slide you, and you just stick out your tongue and those thick lips..."

'Thick' lips - did th-the little terror even realize - ?

"Come on, Blackie," Vanessa got a firm pat to her butt.

F-fuck! _Squeezing _down on her squishy paper towel, the hard thing lodged in her rectum -

_Fuck! _Nessie's thick lips touched the floor. Her n-nigger... her tongue...

It had been a f-few days since the floor got a good wash. Immediately - grime from passing shoes, bare feet, and... and her own dripping black cunt...

"You've happily gobbled and slurped everything else that comes your way. Most of the time without being told. Just do it, you leaky, sick old bi- "

Both women froze. Vanessa, with her tongue p-pressed on the ground - Cheryl's short heels, c-clicked through the kitchen, nearing, closer...

Vanessa couldn't see the white woman. She could only smell Miss Cheryl's perfume.

"What... is going on here."

Oh... shit. Whatever Brand said -

"M-Miss! Um, Cheryl. I, we..."

"We're... cleaning?"

Vanessa wanted to laugh, at the absurdity.

Tongue out, licking slime and grit, she wanted to cry.

"Finally getting around to all these drips..."

"And I suppose this is your mother, taking responsibility."

"Y-yes. She... we are." L-like... like it was her first day on the job, trying t-to show off...

Fuck. Arf.

"Can I see?"

"Um, of course. Miss... o-of course you can."

"I, uh, haven't wanted to get too close. I... you know..."

"Yes. I wouldn't either," Cheryl responded reasonably, "Positioned like that."

"I, um, yes. So, we put her hair down, t-to help her slide. A-and then I've just been, kind of, nudging. Nudging her, to where she can clean. Like..."

A foot prodded Vanessa forward, almost sending her -

Like Elaine wasn't just figuring out... wasn't just t-toying with her mother! Like the little ni-...

Bi-...

H-hussy was some kind of fucking expert - "Mm-rff!" Nessie growled, lips mashed i-into her smeared, drippy mess. The beginnings of - Jesus, piss, starting to mingle...

"Mmf..." Nessie softly groaned.

"Well... well, I must say, you're really throwing yourself into your role, Elaine. I, um..." The white woman laughed.

"Wow. Okay."

"... Wow."

Cheryl laughed, and walked away. "Keep it up, Elly. You're doing just fine."

"Y-yes, M-Miss..." Retreating... gone...

But - 'fine'?! Cheryl, Miss Cheryl... Vanessa's secretary thought Elly... thought this was 'fine'?! What the ever-loving fuck!

"Arf!"

"Keep going, Blackie." Renewed authority i-in her daughter's voice - Jesus! In her head, Vanessa could practically see the little tramp's puffed-out chest.

J-Jesus.

Kissing, slurping, tonguing the floor, a sneakered foot on Vanessa's broad, black butt propelled her i-into more smeared filth. Her filth, Vanessa's own filth, slightly more grimy from dust on the floor.

"Rrf!" Vanessa squealed, falling from her tenuous ass-up purchase. Flopping right onto her stomach, and squishing her breasts beneath her.

"Arf!"

"Quiet! Come on. I barely pushed - "

"Oh, Elaine!" Cheryl -

"Be careful with her, Elly."

"S-sorry, Cher-, u-um, Miss Cheryl. You surprised... I mean... u-um, I didnt mean to." L-little - ! Flopping on the ground - !

"Uoo-r... Ruff..." Elly's shoe pressed hard on Vanessa's butt, stilling her struggles.

"I-it was an accident."

"Of course." Cheryl sounded doubtful. "Well, lift her up."

"Um..."

Tenative fingers... Elly, clearly avoiding getting too close to her mother's naked butt, lacking the proper leverage, grasped Vanessa's hips. The teenager pulled - up... and back, more sliding the older negress across the floor than lifting.

"Come on! Up p-pup!" Elaine said without any of her previous cruel confidence. Clearly forcing it - too nervous...

Vanessa had enough. She slid out of Elly's poorly angled grip like putty, letting all her joint loose, and felt a twinge of unmotherly satisfaction when Elaine stumbled backwards.

"Blackie..." With a low growl, Elly came again - hard. Lifting her mom -

"Arf!" Vanessa was caught by surprise. She was, and even though she didn't mean to kick out her knee, catching Elly's hasty footwork -

"Oof!" Vanessa's kicking stumps did little to stop her fall. Chest rolling under her weight on the hard wood floor, tummy tumbling for the short duration of the drop...

She fell, a second time.

Cheryl sighed.

Cheryl sighed, a-and even though Vanessa's squished breasts ached from her latest fall, the sigh, directed at Elly, made it so fucking worth it.

And still, again, the teen's fingers - ouch! Deliberate nails dug into Vanessa's hips -

"Get... up..."

Elly, continuing to try her best to avoid her mom's tailed black ass, lifted Vanessa's again. So clearly wanting to appear in control and competent in front of Cheryl, she even moved Vanessa's thighs for her, positioning the bound negress's bent knees underneath -

"Arf!"

"Get up, Mom! Get your fat butt... I know you're doing this on... h-help - so help me, Mom, I'll run and get the s-swatter right now! I - "

Vanessa half-helped her daughter. Not too much - making Elly work for it, but she gave the bratty teen hope...

Nessie, a grim smile on her hidden black face, let her legs completely collapse at the very last second - timed perfectly so her dead weight dragged Elly with her, and almost unbalanced the teenager on top of her.

"Nessie!" Cheryl scolded, "Vanessa - stop playing."

The flat-on-the-ground negress flinched.

"You need to listen to your daughter, now, understand?"

"M-rf." Nessie nodded. Sh-she... "Arf..."

"Try again Elaine."

"B-but..."

"Try again. Right, Nessie?"

Miss Cheryl...

M-mommy...

"A-arf," Nessie nodded.

Flexing her strong... h-her sore... fuck, her muscles were so sore.

Flexing her thighs t-to show she'd put in the effort, grabbed around her hips by her daughter, feeling Elaine's s-smooth knees on the sides of her butt, Vanessa helped right her backside - and stay... stay there.

Ass up - _way _up. Putting the weight of her torso back on her stubby, splayed elbows, and her squashed face.

"Th-thank... Miss..." Huffing, and puffing behind her, Elly - "I... sorry. Um, I - "

Cheryl cleared her throat.

"... Anyway," Clear annoyance sounded satisfyingly out of the white secretary's lips, "What I came back for is - make sure you go over... this... with something more sanitary, when you're done, Elaine. This is... some sort of lesson, I'm sure, for your mother and you. A useful one. But spit smudges, and sweat streaks are hardly sightly, or sanitary, regardless of what we're teaching."

"I... of course. I... I know."

"Elly."

"We would have. I mean, I will, and I would, I..."

Cheryl waited, until the teen stopped stammering.

"Elaine, you're going to need your mom's help, if you want to be successful."

"Even I offered her little rewards at work, right? A picture of mine to kiss. Little peeps, or things to keep."

"Y-yes."

"Panties... stockings," Cheryl casually listed, recounted, "... Maybe a nice sniff."

"A-ahh..." Vanessa c-could hear the breathy gasp in her daughter's voice. H-her -

Cheryl laughed - and a glimpse of a swift hug behind Vanessa -

"Yes, Sweetie. Can you imagine - my boss...? Oh, dear..."

Cheryl's uncomfortable laugh... g-god, flashing back, t-to...

"A-anyway. Didn't she have a little... altar, for you? That must give you ideas, of things she likes."

Her fucking... her shrine. Vanessa's d-damned, fucking -

"I - she did. She u-um..."

"See?" Miss Cheryl went on, "Swatting and spankings are all fine and good - but you're such a pretty black thing. You've got so much more to offer."

Rustling clothing... Vanessa heard the subtle scratch of fabric, as Cheryl fully unbuttoned her daughter's shirt, and tucked it back.

"If you asked right, I'd bet your mother would do just about anything for you."

Muh... Vanessa quick-licked up her own drool from the floor, before either of the women could see.

"I want to see you trying that out, too."

"I - I, um..." Sneaker heels dance-tapped the floor for a moment. "Y-yes, Miss Cheryl."