Tub Time

It was getting worse again. The swirls. The lonely, silent -

There was a burning, aching, lonely pinpoint... wire. Pinpoint wire that ran from Nessie's brain to her butthole.

That pinpoint was focus, and when Nessie flexed her tummy, and the pull pulled on her anus, she could find it.

Panting, screaming, Nessie found the wire. Felt the pinpoint in her butt, and laughed joyfully.

Not panting, or screaming. No mouth. Just a nose. Vital oxygen...

Nessie laughed, and felt a little pee trickle out.

No! Bad Nessie!

No, she was in the tub. She could pee in the tub. He had said so. She...

No. She was trying - she was going to keep track of her pees. It... time.

Peeing was the best sense of time she had, since Daddy put the hood on her.

One word. 'James'. And she had...

Hood. Leather, black, no eyeholes, no mouthhole, with thick padded earmuffs. Buckles, everywhere gold, bronze buckles to tighten... Just two noseholes. Noseholes, and blank black smooth where eyes should be. Smooth black staring at her, and then, turning, sliding over her head. Breathing becoming a rushing wind in the echoing silence of her head, the only sound she could hear besides her tongue in her mouth, the saliva in her throat. Sliding. Breathing. Silence. Plunging her world into darkness, emptiness.

Hell.

Nessie waved her stumps to her face, clawing with her elbows to take it off. Off!

She... stumps. Bound into little leather wings. Chicken wings, for a craven nigger chicken. Too chicken to admit to Elly... to save... too chicken. Vanessa couldn't claw. Couldn't grab. She could just squish Mister Fluffy, resting on top of her... Grab him between her stubby elbows, hold him close, feel his soft fur tickle her breasts a-and belly a-and -

Focus!

Nessie tightened her butthole, and flexed her tummy, and pulled.

Tight! Don't lose it. T-tight!

Nessie breathed.

The panics.

They were getting closer together.

... Maybe. Maybe it had been minutes, but maybe... time. Time. That's why she had to hold onto her pee.

Hold her pee. Time.

Mister Fluffy helped the panicks. Her butthole helped her focus.

Yes. It was better. It made sense. Hold her pee, keep track of time. Wing-hug Mister Fluffy and don't panic. Focus. She had t-two pees, one sleep... maybe a sleep pee... yes, yes definitely a sleep pee and...

It had been hours. Hours and hours and if nothing else, she knew it had been hours because - Christ, she was thirsty.

Thirsty.

Brand hadn't said she could get a beer for herself. Elly... Elly had beers. Elly was drunk. Had been drunk. And Nessie was a chicken, a coward...

Oh... oh god, Elly.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry. Sorry sorry sorry... Please. Brand... Elly...

Sorry. Please. Sorry. Please. Please, Mommy... Mommy would be better. A good Mom.

"Mom?"

Vanessa jerked her head. Elly?

E-Elly...

N-no. She...

Nessie's black world spun a little, turned with her head.

Tangy, female, sweaty...

She wasn't alone. It wasn't in her head.

Elly! Elly?

Don't leave. Not like this.

Nessie turned her head. Not again. D-don't... please. Please. Pleasepleaseplease -

Vanessa felt her head move. She... she wasn't sure if it was her. Her, or...

Vanessa felt her head move. It didn't make sense. It didn't even make sense. It loosened. Her hood.

"Haaaaah!" Nessie gasped, inhaling every bit of fresh air her lungs could contain.

Light. Painful, bright light. A shape, a male shape loomed, blessedly blocking out some of the searing brightness.

Vanessa gasped. Croaked. She would have screamed, but... her voice, her mouth was a dry, hoarse...

"You must be thirsty."

Sweet, sweet sublime liquid splashed in Nessie's mouth.

Nessie's eyes rolled wildly, refusing to close completely even against the stinging light.

She could See! Hear! T-taste! From desolation, nothingness, her own wretched... she... bright, sound, everything was...

It was overwhelming. And... but...

Elly!

"Hel-glee!" The wild, semi-mad tub-negress burbled through steady little sparkling red squirts of fruit punch juice box.

"Ellh... Ell-eh... El-aae... El-gNk!"

Nessie's choked on one of her gasps, on a squirt, and after a moment writhing, coughing, sweet red juice shot out of her nose.

"Elly is out of the house," Brand calmly replied as the Nessie gurgled and hacked, sputtering and flapping in her bathtub prison.

"Elly is fine, Vanessa. Totally fine. She went to go see James a little while ago."

J-James. Out of the house.

James! O-oh...

"You, though..." Brand removed Mister Fluffy from Nessie's chest, easily tearing him from her needy, grasping, protesting arm-wings. "You're kind of a mess, Nessie."

Brand squeezed one of Vanessa's gravity-flattened brown udders, before stroking her hair, palm-flat, with a small grimace.

"A sweaty mess. I bet you're sore, too. Those elbows and knees..." Brand shook his head, concerned eyes roaming over Messy Nessie's wrapped-up, wrist-to-shoulder ankle-to-butt leather arm and leg bindings.

They ached dully, and Nessie suspected her limbs would barely work even after being freed.

They weren't freed. Brand turned his attention back to the degraded negro woman's pathetic face.

"Another squirt?"

Where he had gotten the little juice box from, Nessie...

Nessie nodded.

Ready this time, she opened her mouth wide and accepted the life-giving nectar. A little squirt.

She got a gulp, and tried... tried to be more than a bundle of needs. Had to. To piece together. Elly. Elly.

On the edge of the tub, by Brand, a shoe... Elaine's shoe. He - Brand must have been holding it in front of her nose, holding it for her to smell. Hooded, while she had been hooded...

"No more." Nessie blurted, before she'd pieced anything together.

She blurted, and cringed, expecting... anything. The hood. Oh, god, please not that. Please not... she was defenseless, completely defenseless and alone and Brand...

And she would deserve it. Had to take it. Defenseless. Her fault. Elly... E-Elly...

Vanessa...

Brand hadn't punished her immediately. And with what temporary courage she could muster from that, she... for Elly.

Vanessa waved her stumps above her, moving them for emphasis like she had once done with her hands. She had cut through the air before, cutting off her rivals without a word.

Nessie flapped a bit on the bottom of her tub.

"Brand," Not Daddy. Brand. Vanessa suppressed a cringe. Grabbed onto the momentum that tiny act of rebellion got her.

"B-Brand. I'm done. I'm never... we are done. No more. I'll end it." He would hurt her. So soon after her torturous confinement, it took everything, everything for Vanessa to not break down. Take it back. But... for Elly... "Not with Elly. I won't. I can't. I..."

Nessie choked. She could only imagine... but she had to. For... for her daughter.

Please... Vanessa flinched. Almost blubbered, as Brand leaned over. Her butthole clenched in fear.

Over. It was over. She shifted her shoulders, uselessly moving as far away as possible...

"Hmm..." Brand smiled down at Vanessa - a smile small, mysterious. And serious.

"Of course. I know."

N-no. That wasn't...

Vanessa didn't trust...

"I've been thinking, too."

"Juice?"

Nessie's pupils dilated. Oh, god. She needed it.

Vanessa nodded, feeling queasy. She needed Brand more than ever - physically needed him. And that was when her dumb self had chosen her big rebellious moment.

"Yes. Please." Nessie whispered, and swallowed nothing. And opened wide.

A little juice-box-squeeze brought color up the straw, all the way to where red beaded out the end. Nessie stretched her tongue, strained her tummy, and held...

It held above her. Held on, so close. Straining to drop, to nourish Nessie with sweet, sugary necessity.

"Vanessa... I said 'I know'. Now, let's not start getting ahead of ourselves, or being impolite."

Oh... fuck. Fuck her.

It shouldn't have mattered.

"Yes, please... Sir." Nessie didn't know if it would be enough, but after the accession she got, it was all she could... would...

"G-lk!"

A little splash of fruit punch hit the negress's tongue and throat.

It tasted like heaven. And was gone as quickly as it came.

"Just when things got simpler for you..." Brand mused.

Elly.

Vanessa remembered. Remembered her awful excitement. The shameful promise of 'simplicity'.

God, she was... wasn't fit to be a mother. Not Elly's. Not anyone's. She was a nigger. Still. A-always.

But, Elaine wasn't.

"Yes. S-Sir. Brand, Sir - I won't. I won't... she's changed..." God, from the bottom of a tub, barely blinking her way to sanity, Nessie tried to make herself sound... something. Normal, maybe. Assertive.

She whispered, eyes flicking to Brand's, and away.

"She's changed everything. I can't keep you from hurting me. But I can... I can keep you from hurting... her."

A pause. And then a pitying, strong white hand stroked Nessie's sweat-damp hair.

"No, Vanessa - you can't." Brand leaned back, and with the same hand briefly gripped... briefly turned Elly's shoe in his hand.

Stupid... stupid nigger.

"Juice?"

F-fuck him! Fuck him and his damned juice box juice! Vanessa... Vanessa almost said as much.

Vanessa pursed her lips, and, disgusted, opened her mouth wide - as defiantly as she could.

If he wanted her to say something - too bad.

Brand smirked, and a little nectar splashed between Vanessa's dry lips.

"There's a girl."

"Vanessa - I understand the position you're in. I do. I understand what you won't, and can't allow. I understand how you feel about Elly."

"But - I'm not done with you. I'm not bored. Far from it. And you've been doing so well. Been so interesting to watch, and film. Better than I could have dreamed."

"... You are a very beautiful creature, Vanessa Lockley."

Brand leaned down, leaned all the way into the tub, and gently kissed Vanessa's thick negro lips.

Against her will, Nessie, "Mnn!" Flapped a little in her prison.

"Good girl. You're a good kisser."

Brand drew back, and put a drink straw between Vanessa's grasping, needy lips. The straw - to the whole entire rest of the juice box.

Nessie felt her cheeks hollow and her lips purse.

"What I can agree to, to keep things amenable, to smooth through Elly's stay, is very simple. You like things simple, Nessie."

"You say you wish to keep me from hurting Elly. You can't make that happen. At great personal cost, at cost to Elly and yourself, you can end this. I recognize that."

"... But, I don't want to end this like that. And I know, whatever is whirling around in that monkey head of yours, you don't either."

"We will agree to some boundaries, simple boundaries - or you're right, this is over. My protection is over."

"I won't show or tell Elly anything you won't reveal yourself. You'll offer me that same courtesy. And - I won't **** your daughter physically into anything. In her presence I'll show you the respect you show yourself, that you display when you're in front of her, and you'll show me the same."

"Everything else, when she's not around - stays the same. Everything."

"I will help protect Elly from your nature, and mine, as long as you do. As long as she protects herself. Mistakes, though, will cost you."

E-Elly... Nessie opened her mouth t-to -

"That's what I can agree to. Or, yes, we are done. My protection, my restraint - is done."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Brand held up a finger. "One last little thing. Carter dropped this by when he took your car - Elly thinks you're at work by the way."

Mouth agape, Vanessa forgot to ask the hundred questions buzzing in her head. She stared. Horrified. Brand held m-metal... shiny...

"Your friend Rod called the other day. Now, you won't have to wear it all the time. But when I can't trust you to keep your hands off, when you need it - well, the way you were looking at Elly, I think it'll be a good idea to have around. Don't you?"

A chastity belt. Vanessa's hairy nigger box screamed in disapproval.

N-no. No.

"Please..." Nessie shook her head.

Brand picked up Nessie's fallen juice box... twirled... and shoved the straw deep, and squirted the remainder of the sweet juice into the negro woman's slightly parted mouth hole.

"Now, do you want to go to your bathroom spot and get watered and washed and presentable before Elly comes home?"

Vanessa groaned, and tried to cover her... Shifting her head and squeezing into her arm, she was barely able to cover her face.

And the black, inky darkness, with the feeling of hard tub on all sides made her immediately stop. To take calming breaths as her throat swelled, as -

"...Or do you need more tub time, hood time, without your tail and without Mister Fluffy to think about it?"