Ape Escape

"Uoo-uoo uoo-uoo, uoo-uoo uoo-uoo," The ape-like creature grunted spastically out of the back of her throat, deep in her chest.

It was her fault. Her doing.

Her pendulous breasts swung with every curious squat-legged, arm-assisted lope while the thick-handled feather duster stuck painfully up her butt swooshed over all the broad surfaces, hidden corners - each nook and cranny. All while she jumped up on furniture, bare toes clinging for purchase.

Vanessa's thick lips stretched from perfect 'O' to a wide, thin opening. "Eeeh, eeh, eeh, eeh!"

Somehow, the miserable negress was finding her own kind of sick rhythm in her latest role. She could actually feel herself regressing.

She had been so... not happy. Relieved, though. Relieved and... and grateful when Carter allowed her out of her restraints to clean. It had been unexpected, from him. It had been mostly from exasperation, she knew; after seeing her worm around, sliding and clattering hands-free and legs-spread along the kitchen floor with big, soapy natural sponges attached to her big, soapy natural breasts. Bunching her ass up, using her knees for purchase, and sliding forward, propelling herself in the same manner as an inchworm.

She had made progress, gotten more efficient. But no matter how she twisted, arched her back, bruised her shoulders or... or sobbed and cried that she was trying. Really trying, and sorry, but... no matter any of that, she had simply been unable to get into the small spots and corners.

Brand was only occasionally checking in. She couldn't turn to him for help, even if he would have given it. She had been left with Carter.

And he shocked her. He had freed her hands. And, to her greater surprise her legs. He hadn't even hit her, or twisted her breasts, or pinched her cunt.

Then she...

Vanessa shuddered, and grunted, never totally silent as she worked, loping about from spot to spot. Pausing and waving her ass around. She was a monkey slut. She needed to clean. To be clean. Cleaning. Cleaning away her... the house. Cleaning away her weekend. Rod and Carter and James and Cheryl and humping and Mister Fluffy and peeing outside and inside and sweating and hurting and her tail her fucking tail and - more than anything James... or Elly... and...

Vanessa grunted her ape grunts. Almost unconsciously, under her breath. Her thighs and glutes burned painfully, ached pleasantly with her unnatural loping - aggravating muscles already sore from previous, highly unusual exercises.

Carter had freed her. It had felt so, so much better, afterwards. After writhing and slipping around on her soapy tits. He had finished with detaching the spreader bar from her ankles, and she picked herself off the floor, to her knees - and she could see it, through his pants. His organ. His important thing, straining. Without thinking Vanessa's long, dark fingers had stroked it. There had been no disguising her action... and she had lingered, feeling, cupping, squeezing.

She had touched him, where he liked it. On instinct. Out of gratitude. Like a slut. She was a slut, and he smirked, and pulled it out. And then it had been too late. She had to do something with it. She looked up at him. She opened up her mouth. Her hot, wet mouth. She looked up at Uncle Carter and put it where where she could lick it and taste it.

She...

Vanessa slid her ass-propelled duster along the open windowsill, praying no one was looking. No neighborhood kids. No Mister Rogers.

Carter had taken his thing - his angry, hard thing, and popped it out of her mouth. Her dick sucker. He pumped it, and put it right on her dark face, resting it.

Vanessa had made a circle with her lips. A kissy circle, with her soft, thick lips thrust out, and Carter took his hard cock and slapped the swollen head down. Onto her lips. Onto her face.

He called her a monkey, like he had so many times before.

Vanessa grunted. Or moaned. Through her kissy 'O' facelips. And the long sound broke with his cockslapping, into something that far too closely resembled a horny monkey.

Right when he called her a monkey.

That was Vanessa's reasoning, back when she could justify her actions, before she had picked up momentum. That it had started as, had been, an accident. A noise accidentally made by circumstances to resemble a monkey's. But as she lost herself...

Maybe, maybe she just didn't want to admit, even to herself, that when Carter had called her a monkey, she had felt compelled to... started to...

"Uooo-Uooo-Uooo, ooooh!" Vanessa's sounds picked up, became more frantic as she... she wasn't always a good chimp girl, while she cleaned. She was naughty. She waved her ass, ostensibly climbing up the leather armchair to dust higher up on the lamp behind it. In reality she was sneaking something less productive - slapping her hairy pussy, her monkey hole, on top of the chair's plush backrest with every swish of her latest tail. Legs spread, while her toes dug into the chair arms. Humping, looking ahead at Carter, big mouth thrust out and grunting, big tits waving. Hooting and monkey-grunting and looking right at Carter, right into the camera lens.

Maybe it hadn't been accidental at all. Even to start. Maybe Carter had called her a monkey while he rubbed and slapped his cockhead onto her lips, and she had done what any nigger ape would do. She had made her ape sounds, her monkey hoots. Because that's what was expected of her.

Because that's what she was.

A - "Ahh! Oooo! Oooo! Oooo!" A slut monkey. She was close. She was fucking close, so hot from her humping and hooting, and Carter looking and filming and smirking. From the action, and the humiliation, and the knowledge that she deserved every bit of humiliation she got. She opened her mouthhole wide, and flared her broad nostrils, and grunted. She -

Carter had thought it was fun. He thought she was funny. And amusement aside, his cock liked it. He had jacked his thick member above her hooting face, telling her that her noises were perfect. He had never complimented her before. Not **** her ass or face every night. Spit-roasting or beating or humiliating her. He had jacked his white penis and rested his balls on her mouth and told her to make more noises. To make arm motions too. And Vanessa had done it, digging deep inside and finding a number of noises in her that, accurate or not, were quite animalistic; and vibrated out of her throat and chest almost unbidden, then formed further as her lips and tongue twisted in ways she had never used before in speech.

She found a capacity for sounds under Carter's hairy, wrinkly sack that were both completely new to her and shockingly natural. Disturbingly, they felt even more natural when Vanessa crooked her arms to bend her hands to her chest and armpits, just as that action felt more natural while she grunted and hooted and, creatively, began to screech a little.

It was a strange, frightening spiral, her voice feeding off her actions, her actions feeding off her voice, and both feeding off of Carter's expectations and her own twisted, humiliating sex drive. The cruel, amused white man came, aided by her disgraceful simian display. He pointed his shot down and deliberately deposited his seed on the hard kitchen floor, fresh cleaned by Vanessa's tits.

She hadn't even hesitated, or waited for the command. She almost hit her fucking chimp face on the floor, licking and slurping up Carter's icky splooge and gyrating her ass, her hairy asshole, like the fuck ape she was becoming. He had told her to stay like that, just like that, and Vanessa, Nigger Nessie, Chimpessa knew that meant more than just in that position - he meant stay like she was. Slurping and... stay like a...

And she had. She had finished licking up every disgusting, thick, salty bit of Carter's goopy seed and grunted and taken a few steps. Not human steps. Crouched, low, her arms swinging. Ape steps. And a few more. She started to find and develop her gait. And when Carter turned his attention back to her, feather duster in hand, she had known right away he wasn't going to put it in her hands. She had shown him her private holes. Shuffling, practically bouncing in her animal eagerness to get something filling her up. And he had. He stuck it in her pussy, so deep that it hurt - making her wince and cry out and almost cum right there. A few pumps were all she got, almost enough. Not enough, and he had taken it out of her sopping monkey hole and pressed it straight into her ass.

Everything had been caught on camera. Vanessa didn't say any lines about her next actions being how a nigger dusts the furniture. In her state didn't know if she could even form the words. Regardless, what she was doing was not how a nigger dusted or cleaned. It was far, far lower than that.

She had grunted for the camera instead, looking deep into it with beautiful, almost-human eyes. She turned her body, awkwardly waddling and hunched, and showed off her ass, and swished it experimentally. She looked back, and did her best ape noises yet - to tell the camera her plans, waving her filled, stuck ass, then bounded away and swished to demonstrate what her animal noise-words couldn't.

She had bounded away, tits swaying. Hooting, grunting, pointing and dusting. Chairs, the coffee table. She had climbed on the couch and almost fallen flat as she picked up speed and... and confidence, in her spiral down the evolutionary ladder.

Frantic, her animal journey continued until she found her big black ass humping...

"Oooh-oooh-oooohooohu," Vanessa, ****, needing to cum, cupped her breasts and made no pretense of dusting the lamp behind the armchair. She pressed her soft, hairy hole down, rubbed it, smeared her arousal on the plush backrest and... grunted, and slowed, frustrated. She still had enough sense, or at least enough animal instinct to know the consequences of cumming without approval. She stopped humping and smearing and hopped down, loping frantically over to Carter.

"Eeeh-eeeh-eeeh-ooo-ooo?" The black woman asked him, spinning and showing off her swollen, sticky female bits, turning back to her face, her puzzled, **** brown face. "Uoo-uoo?" She thrust out her hips, and spinning again to show off her backside, humped the air. Humped it hard, to show him... show him what she needed, that she could take care of it if she had permission, and turned again to look at his bemused face, and again to show her ass, grunting faster and deeper, turning in awkward, quick circles, getting dizzy, feeling dizzy and sick and she-

"What's she doing?"

Chimpessa screeched, and jumped at the sound of Brand's voice, hopping away, getting tangled on her own arm and crouched legs, tumbling to the floor where she rolled, over her shoulder and her back and onto her feet again, one arm down low. She backed up, and hit her tail on the coffee table, shoving the duster deeper inside and sending her jumping up again.

Where the men stood, she heard a single amused snort.

Oooh-oooh oooh-oooh

The noises were even in her thoughts. In her head. She couldn't stop them. Herself.

Vanessa's head hung low, looking at her heavy, hanging tits. Unable to look up at the men, who no doubt were exchanging glances. Even without looking, though, she could see them, their faces, their shared looks at knowing her, seeing her, what she was. Vanessa backed up, slowly, head still down, and Oooh! s-stopped. Her feather duster tail and the coffee table collided again and... she stopped.

Through the curly fringes of her dark hair, Vanessa saw motion as Carter shook his head. "You have to see this." He pointed at the camera. "We was just cleaning, and she - all on her own..." He leaned close to Brand's ear, and whispered something. Vanessa looked up. She couldn't stop herself from needing to see the secret being shared. Even though she knew it. Carter was looking at her out of the corner of his eye, smiling and whispering. Brand was looking right at her. The big white man laughed. Carter pointed at the camera, and said something more.

"Well..." Brand looked down at her. He held out his hand.

It held Vanessa's phone. He shook his head, and cleared his throat. He waved the phone. The screen was on.

"Back with us? Elly's on the phone."

'Elly's on the phone'.

No.

Uoo

Vanessa's stomach plummeted. She thought that she was at the bottom. She couldn't have been more wrong. Her stomach dropped off of a cliff. Her eyes were a tunnel.

"I couldn't resist answering when she rang. I told her you were cleaning."

Panic. Animal panic. Not simian. Not only simian. But something just as primal, raw. Motherly panic. Not for fear for her daughter - fear for herself. Real fear, raw, uncontrollable... fear of Elly knowing, knowing... fear for her daughter knowing, losing her trust, her status as... Vanessa whimpered. Losing her daughter.

"I have her on hold. We had a nice talk, actually. Short, but Elly was very curious about a number of things. James, especially. I guess he texted her."

Every word stabbed her. She backed up, and felt a little, very real, very physical stab deep inside, in her guts.

Oh.

Her tail.

The coffee table.

Uoo uoo-uoo uoo-uoo

"Nessie, use your human words. You know how badly this could go for you, right? The things she could learn about you?"

A threat.

Yes. Her human words. Vanessa opened her mouth, and closed it. She couldn't find them. She... she stopped pressing on her... hadn't realized she was still... she stopped pressing her tail back, and tried again.

"Y-" Vanessa swallowed. "Y-y-yes, Daddy." She knew. Oooh-oooh. She knew that Brand had deliberately... that last time, he had -

She had. Vanessa had. She had licked cum and spit and filth off her daughter's face. She had cum, and... and started with Mister Fluffy. She was a sick, sick slut. A slut mother. She knew it before James. She knew it even better now, and Elly might too.

James had texted her.

Elly might know. About her. About James, or... God, what was she going to say?

"Vanessa? One more thing."

"You're going to take this call." His voice was slow. His words were calm, and slowly and clearly pronounced, like she might not otherwise understand. "It's also time for you to show how a nigger cums."

"You have permission to cum, Nessie." Brand paused, letting his words sink in.

"Now, like before, state it for the camera. Say the words."

He took Elly off hold. He put the young girl on speaker.

"Mom?"

He put their end on mute.

"Mom? Are you there?"

Yes. Oh, god, Elly. Poor Elly, her poor daughter. Mom was here. Poor Elly, her sick, nigger mom was right there.

"This..." Vanessa began.

"Mom?" Elly interrupted her.

Vanessa's heart broke. She had left Elly in a state of distress last time they spoke. But... Elly wanted to talk to her. She didn't sound angry. She sounded distressed, and... maybe James and Brand hadn't revealed... maybe she wasn't lost to her daughter, yet.

Not such that Elly knew, at least.

"This is how a nigger cums." Vanessa whispered to the camera.

Brand touched the screen, the mute control. He handed the phone, still on speaker, to Vanessa. For her to hold.

"Mo-" Elly began, starting to sound peeved at Vanessa's continued silence.

"Yes! Yes, sweetie. I'm here. B-" Vanessa looked up at Brand, and swallowed, "Brand, my friend... he was just... leaving." Vanessa lied. She lied and put her hand between her legs and... Oooh... Uooo-uoo, "So we could talk," Vanessa bit her lying lip, and shifted her gaze to the camera, and touched herself, "Talk, just you and me." She lied, in front of everyone, and slipped two slim brown fingers along her swollen clit.

Her cheeks hollowed, and her lips formed an 'O'.

"Oh! Mom!" For a moment Elly sounded like a little girl, relieved, elated at having finally found her mother. "Mom, it's so good to hear your voice!" Elly choked, clearly tearing up on the other end.

Vanessa almost burst, almost wailed her own tears. Her emotions... from her fear at what Elly knew - to her guilt, now, that it appeared Elly didn't know anything, and Vanessa with her hand on her twat, caressing around her monkey hole...

"I'm here, Elly," Vanessa repeated.

"Mommy is here," Elly's mother said, touching her needy, damp place, face screwed up in self loathing. She was crouching. Her calves and thighs and glutes burned. She was unbalanced, without a hand to help support her. She needed to sit, to finger and stroke herself, but the feather duster was still in her ass, deeper than ever. She reached back, and...

Uoo-uoo

"I... I didn't know you were dating, mom." Elly began, cautiously.

Dating. Carter stifled his laughter. Vanessa's mouth dropped open, silently yelling. Silently grunting, and moaning. The black mother twisted her hand, gripping and pulling at least four inches of thick, hard plastic out of her stretched butthole.

"He... Brand? He said he was your co-worker. He sounded really..." Elly drifted off.

More remained, up her ass. Vanessa puffed out her cheeks. She gathered some simple words, words Elly might expect, while she gathered herself to do what her daughter would never expect. To do what Elly could never, ever know that her mother had done. "I guess I am. I didn't want to," Tell. Not ever. Never, ever tell, "... tell you, last time, while you were dealing with..." James. James and...

"That's okay. I - I'm happy for you. Really." Vanessa twisted and pulled on her tail. "I don't want to be selfish, I do want to hear about it, but... I'm really feeling messed up." Vanessa finally, shuddering, felt her anus release the last of the feather duster Carter, and then she, had shoved deep in her asshole. She felt cool air gently caress her insides.

The insides of her... her rectum. Cool air. It was still open, a bit. Vanessa panicked, and flexed the muscles of her ring, clenching it closed. "It's okay, Sweetie. Elly. Elly, it can't be that bad." Vanessa breathed, flushed, and gently set down her thick, improvised anal dildo.

"It feels bad. Really bad. I feel really stupid. Worse than stupid - disgraceful," Elly choked. Disgraceful. Vanessa wanted to sob, and laugh bitterly.

Uoo-uoo, eeh-eeh

The hunched, dark-skinned figure sat down, plopped back on her cushiony behind, and finally took her weight off her sore legs. She leaned back, slouched against the hard edge of the coffee table. Phone against her ear, legs spread wide, looking up at the cold, wicked camera lens, Vanessa let her hand drift down her belly. Down, through her curly black pubic hair, to her wet cunt. She could almost feel the carpet beneath her moistening. She vaguely wondered if it would stain.

"That guy? The one I told you about? That I thought was so perfect, and..."

"I feel so shallow. He was tall, and he - he had this smile. It took me away, made me..." Even upset as she was, Elly's voice drifted longingly, describing her now-former crush. Vanessa felt her hand move harder, touch harder against her hole.

"We argued, in my poli-sci class. I was so angry at him. But... he was smart, and we got together afterwards. We talked, and talked. We..." Vanessa had edged so long. Been brought to the brink, and back, and to the... the... she grunted, and slapped her -

"Mom? Is something wrong?"

Vanessa, startled, stopped s-slapping her...

Yes. Something was very wrong. Elly's mom was a nigger. A monkey.

Uoo, uoo-uoo

"Mom? Is that...? I keep hearing noises. Is that y- what is that?"

Noises?! Vanessa had thought that... she was so fuzzy... but her noises her ape thoughts - they were just in her head. Weren't they? She hadn't... had she been hooting and grunting the whole time? She had to, had to stop drifting. Had to come up with some explanation. Vanessa opened her mouth and concentrated to make sure only human noises came out. Words. "I - I don't know what that is," Vanessa said, flushed and f-

Fingering herself, again, unconsciously at first and then deliberately, a little more cautiously, "Something outside, I think," She looked at the camera, lying more, again and again while it recorded every bit of her phone conversation. Elly on speaker as well as her, fucking her fingers and making ape sounds all while lying through her teeth.

There was a moment of silence.

"Elly, what happened?" Vanessa had to get Elly talking again so... god. So she could finish herself off. So she could...

Vanessa's fingers drifted lower, and back, and touched her hairy rim for a moment, pressing and stroking.

"I'm sorry," Elly apologized. Vanessa felt sick. She was sick. She stuck the tip of her middle finger up her accommodating butthole, and let her thumb stroke her slit, her labia... let it work its own way up. Meander up, up slowly, let it near her hard, erect little...

"I... It's really - maybe I-I shouldn't say."

"I shouldn't say." Elly said more firmly.

"You can tell me anything, anything Elly," The words just popped into Vanessa's head. Maybe it was something she would have said, in a different circumstance, if she had really been a good mother. But in this one, being recorded, touching her - oooh-oo-f-fuck.

"I..." Elly took a breath.

"Maybe. I... I can't tell my friends this. Not when they're James' friends. I do need to talk to - but it's so, so..." Elly paused her stumbling words, and took a deep breath. She started slowly.

Just like Vanessa's firm thumb. Slowly. Slowly pressing down on her fleshy, fat nub. Slowly...

"It's humiliating. He had been drinking. I-I haven't been. Drinking. " Elly pressed on quickly, covering herself against her strict mother. "Really. He didn't either, not with me, but this weekend - yesterday. There was a party and..." Vanessa could picture it. Couldn't stop herself from picturing it. She felt her monkey face form - her circle lips, open in the middle to allow... she didn't grunt but... she...

"We were in bed, messing - we, we were in bed..." Vanessa paused, her mental image having shifted to the bedroom, with her daughter and... she paused, and then started again. She could see Carter shift the camera lower and knew, just knew, that he was zooming in. Zooming in on her dark, engorged pussy, her active fingers, while... while Elly...

"He was pressuring me to... you know. And we were both... but I wasn't going to go all the way. I'm not..."

"He started getting a little mad. Said... God! Do you know what he said to me?"

"He said he'd been with - 'been with' like, had sex with, Asian and Latina and white and... he - he listed girls he had sex with. Not girls, colors. Like it was some... some kind of sick buffet. And he said that he never had sex with a black girl before."

Elly paused. Maybe she was waiting for a reaction. Vanessa was in no place to... she moaned, a bit. She took her middle finger out of her ass, to give her dark, soft triangle all the attention, all the fingers, letting them explore and slip inside... inside her...

"Uggh! Don't you see? I was just a - a color, a notch. I really, really liked him and I was just - I don't even want to think about what I was to him. It makes me sick. What he would have said about me afterwards, if I did it with him, what he would have said to his friends. How he would have compared me. I hate thinking about it, but it runs through my head. Over and over, what he wanted from me - and only from me because I'm African-American. B-black."

"It got worse. He said he thought I would be 'easy'. Because I'm black!"

Vanessa gasped, and slapped her hole, and kicked her heels. She slapped her clit, and her hole, and attacked the hairy thing twitching between her spread legs, stabbing into it with nailed fingers so hard that it hurt.

Elly's voice dripped with loathing. "He said 'black girls like you always line up for it'!"

That did it.

Vanessa dropped the phone on the floor. She bit her hand, and covered her mouth with the other hand. She, mouth covered, turned away,"Mmooo-mmmphoo-Mmmooo!" ... still grunting and snorting noises through her chest and nose, chest heaving with the exertion of her earlier cleaning and humping and her own rough masturbation to the sound of her daughter's voice.

"...That he had just been 'waiting for one that was actually good-looking'."

Vanessa couldn't let go of her mouth. Not with even one hand, or her daughter would hear her explode. She had edged so, so fucking long, she needed real release. Vanessa lurched over to the ottoman nearby and started humping. Blissful, shameful release -

"Oh my god, Mom. Can you imagine?!"

Eyes and mouth and nostrils all agape, Vanessa gasped and grunted and hooted and snorted into her two grasping, clasped paws, grinding her slit and clit up and down the corners and edges of the innocent piece of furniture, assaulting it, defiling it all over with her hairy hole.

"It was... I've never felt so disgusted. Not just with him. With myself."

Vanessa's hips bucked. Her tear-glazed eyes gazed into the camera lens and caught wide, smug male smiles before her eyelids fluttered, and her eyeballs rolled back into her skull and - "Mmooo-mmmphoo-Mmmooo!" C-crossed in her skull. Vanessa cried and sobbed between muffled simian sounds as her orgasm released with the full power of every shameful feeling and act she had committed since her last orgasm, a lifetime of sick deeds ago.

She shook and writhed and sobbed and fucked the ottoman. She saw stars.

Vanessa stayed and convulsed the last bit of orgasmic ecstasy out... and collapsed. Empty. Hollow. Still humping.

Tits and face down. Ass up, quaking spasms slowly winding down to quivering squirms.

"I've showered, and showered, and I can't eat and... I feel so, so gross, just having been with him."

Oooh-mphoooh

Vanessa, hips still wriggling, slowly released her **** grip over her own traitorous, chimpy mouth.

"Then there's the class - I'll have to face him! This week, the rest of the year. Knowing that he's seen me. Like, seen me, and, and..."

Elly finally paused. She finally slowed her long venting of unfamiliar feelings and experiences that had all been bottled up inside her teenage heart.

Vanessa, stars fading, sniffled, and rubbed her nose, and smelled her musk. The stricken black mother crawled over to the phone and rested her head by it, on the floor.

"I'm sorry," Vanessa whispered.

Oooh-oooh

"James wasn't just... he was my boyfriend. But he was more than that. Better than just some stupid crush who saw me as a..." An awful word jumped into Vanessa's head. "I know you didn't understand, didn't always see James as I did, but..."

Vanessa had seen more of James than she ever had dreamed.

"I'm so sorry, Elly," Vanessa croaked. She curled up on the floor, beaten, clutching her own breasts to her chest for stability - she was a bewildered jungle beast, clinging to...

The stupid, big-titted black mother didn't understand anything anymore.

"I love you," She whispered to her daughter. I fucking love you, she had told James. After he had called her 'bitch' ... before he had called her 'whore' and spit in her face.

"I hurt him, Mom. I took him for granted, rejected him, again and again and..."

And after Elly had rejected him, her mother had flaunted herself for him as consolation. Spread her smooth brown legs and offered her hairy black cunt for him to mount.

"He texted me today, just about an hour ago. After visiting. He told me he was going to visit, to pick up some stuff. I don't know if it was, like, closure or what but... just like that, afterwards, after pursuing me, almost hounding me all month, he's done with me. He was so... so clear. Painfully clear, absolutely final. Right when I had hoped I could fix it, somehow."

F-fix it? After what Vanessa had done? Fi-

F-O-Ouch!

Vanessa's nostrils flared again. Uoo-uoo! Her fingers were reflexively curling, had pinched her tender breasts, punishing the orbs. She had been so far away, so lost in her shame she hadn't even known what has happening -

"I need to fix it. Please, we love each other. I love him. That means I must be able to... I can fix it."

She hadn't even realized what was happening, until...

Rubbing her re-injured chocolate nipples, Vanessa looked up at Brand, and Carter, and the camera.

"I can fix it. Right, Mom?"