Morning Affirmations

"Its okay, Mom. You're safe."

Elly cradled Vanessa's head.

She paused.

"...What's the matter?"

Elly held Vanessa's face. She smoothed her mother's cheeks with her thumbs.

Vanessa opened her mouth. Her stomach hurt. She couldn't talk... breathe... Something was wrong.

"Why can't you talk?"

Vanessa's lips formed an 'O'. No, she couldn't... wouldn't talk like that. She... that was bad. Bad Nessie. Elly... Vanessa was so confused.

Her stomach hurt.

"Oh..." Elly stroked Vanessa's cheek, and hair. She smiled - a tiny, mysterious smile. "I see."

The pretty dark-skinned girl leaned in, and brushed the older woman's pouting lips with her thumb. She leaned in. Her forehead touched Vanessa's.

"I love you, mom." Elly whispered through her perfect female lips. They...

I love you too, Sweetie.

They hovered so close. Elly's voice was so beautiful. She was so beautiful. Vanessa could... just the barest movement, and she... no... not... Elly? Not Elly. Vanessa whimpered. There were so many feelings in her tummy. Too many. Something hurting. Something warm, and straining. Something that... when she saw Elly... she could lean forward. She could drift a little closer... and close her eyes, and their lips could a-accidentally -

Vanessa opened a pair of wild, darting eyes, thrashing. A wet, steadily spraying noise sounded on the carpet beneath her swaying hips, accompanied by a smell and a... a release. A release of a steaming stream of light yellow urine. Vanessa heaved in air, and coughed out a heavy, bubbling mass of drool, phlegm, and cum.

"What the fuck..." Carter muttered.

"There you go..." Brand murmured, cradling Vanessa's head. Holding her face, he firmly patted her cheek.

"She's fucking pissing back here." Carter complained. It didn't stop him. "One morning of not bein' let out, and she's pissing all over the goddamn carpet."

Vanessa groaned, and shook rhythmically, her body jerking with each thrust as... behind her... oh god. Oh, god, it hurt. Vanessa's face was a contorted, twisted mask of pain and wet misery.

"She goes potty on the floor. We know that." Brand's voice was so... "You can't help it, can you girl?"

Carter grunted in response, renewing a hard pace as Vanessa's stream tapered off in a few last, wet spurts. He punished the older negress' stretched butthole with each brutal pump, holding her arms behind her, riding her from unconsciousness to her sputtering, humiliating awakening without slowing. Without pause.

"I didn't think you would pass out like that." Brand stroked her face again. Vanessa looked up with bloodshot eyes.

"You were doing such a good job sucking my cock - all the way down, licking my balls. Staring into my eyes so nicely."

Vanessa coughed, and sobbed. She remembered. She remembered straining. Hurting. Trying so hard. She remembered hating... hating herself. She had done it to herself. Even when her vision tunneled. It had made the pain in her gut distant. The awful **** in her throat distant. Everything had gone distant, far away. Even the panic in her chest, the burning ache in her lungs. She had stared, up into Brand's eyes. He had cum, and she had felt it in her stomach, yet she stayed, and licked until...

And then... What had that been? Oh... oh, Elly.

"That's a big mess you made, Nessie." Messy Nessie. She was a mess, inside and out. Vanessa looked down at her sloppy mess, body jiggling with every painful thrust from behind. She looked back up at Brand. He smiled, and nodded, chin gesturing downwards.

Vanessa shook her head 'no'. She licked her lips, and looked down. She wished she hadn't. On her elbows and knees, the ass-up, ass-fucked African American woman squeezed her eyes shut. She put her face to the carpet fibers and began cleaning. Licking and sucking up regurgitated spit and cum and carpet and -

"Oh, fuck. That's fuckin' right. Her coon ass is fuckin' sucking me in when she sucks that shit up." Vanessa gagged on her latest slurp, at the awful taste, and texture, and... and words. S-sucking in? Carter was just... just making fun of her. But his words made her concentrate on her sore backside, her fiery insides, made her try to examine her inner workings while... oof. While...

Whether she did something or not, whether she actually s-sucked him in, sucked his cock into her ass, Carter started pounding harder - sending ripples down her toned brown body, making her insides ache with a burn that was written all over her tortured ape face, and slapping his balls into her soaking, twitching...

"Oh-Oooohh" Vanessa groaned in pain. Pain and...

She licked the grimy, wet carpet with the broad top of her pink tongue.

"I think she likes it. You likey the assfuck, don'cha bitch?" Carter slapped Vanessa's broad buttock with a resounding clap, and seized her hips. Pulling her back he somehow found an even deeper place inside Vanessa for his tool to explore.

No! No... "No, Uncle Carter," Vanessa groaned and gasped, "It hurts..." There was no point in lying about it. Trying to lie, and maybe getting punished for it. He was a sadist, a sadistic fu- a... a bad man. He would enjoy hurting her, maybe even finish faster if she....

"Please, Sir," Vanessa twisted her back and neck. She looked behind her, looked at Carter, and projected every bit of pain she felt through her gaze. "Please, sto-Ahh! St-sto-o-op..." Vanessa panted and wiggled her smooth backside and -

"Uhh... Fuck..." Carter did a groan of his own, and Vanessa felt him... "You know how to take it, don't you?" He slapped Vanessa's butt, and again, and grabbing her hips and thrusting in he shot off. Carter spurted his fluid deep in her bowels, pushing in, grinding Vanessa's butt against his stomach, her fleshy vagina against his... "Nigger girls know how to take it." Vanessa gasped, and wriggled.

He was seemingly trying to get his issue as far in her guts as possible, to drain all of it, even after the last of his orgasm subsided he angled Vanessa's rear up, and let it all... all settle, deep inside the black woman. His rock hard thing shrunk, slowly, in little pulses while his spunk... while gravity made the goopy fluid slide even deeper, deep into...

"Yes... Yes, Sir. I-I know... niggers know how to take it." The colored feminist responded quietly, and moaned softly at the slick sensation of... Carter finally started to withdraw his semi-hard member. Sliding it out of her stretched hole, it...

Niggers know how to take it, and niggers like her even, sometimes... sometimes it even felt... Vanessa bit her lip, and felt Carter's thing slide out, soothingly slip, exiting more and more. Her insides were allowed to relax, bit by bit, until finally, with a last little stretch of her tiny wrinkled ring, Carter's flared purple head p-popped out of her - "Ooooh..." Oooh-oo-n-no. No monkey... Vanessa sucked a little drool inside her mouth, and lay, breathing, sweating. Experimentally flexing her freed little hole.

"Would you look at that!"

"C'mere," Carter's satisfied, too loud voice called Brand over. "That's how a bitch should look after an assfuck." The crude white man nodded in approval at his handiwork on Vanessa's poor, sore orifice. Brand stood by him and scratched his chin.

"That's - " He began.

"That's worth lookin' at again, s'wut that is. Spread that fat black ass wide, lazy," Carter's voice cracked sharply, "I'm gonna see what I left in you before you close up."

Vanessa whimpered at Carter's rude description of his intentions, and closed her thighs briefly, before... She spread them. She spread her strong, dark thighs and stopped propping herself up with her elbows. Instead Vanessa reached back...

Resting all her weight on her face and chest, the black professional touched her tenderized, wrinkled aperture and pulled, fingers slipping on lubrication and worse sexual leftovers. Using her index and middle fingers, she pulled with both hands, did a reverse scissor. She... god... she deliberately relaxed, and tried her damnedest to get her dilated, wiry-haired opening as wide as possible. Carter was so close she could feel the heat of his breath and body on her extra sensitive parts, on her...

Click

"You forgot the flash," Brand supplied dryly.

Vanessa gasped, and wriggled, and flexed her fingers wide.

"Damn, you're right. Stop waggin', slut." Vanessa got a little swat on the ass, followed by a second -

Click

And a pause as the men...

"Yeah..." Carter grunted approvingly as he viewed his handiwork. "Good nigger," He muttered quietly to the picture of Vanessa's gaping butthole on his phone.

Vanessa got a nice, absent pat to her broad, black behind.

Above her Brand gathered himself together.

"Come on, Nessie. You've got a big day of work ahead of you."

Work. He... they both needed to get ready. For work.

Ass-fucked. Passed out. Then off to work.

Work. Her job. Her career. Where she was... where she would be allowed to, maybe...

"She's got plenty of work to do before all that." Carter interrupted. "She's got all kinds of mess back here to clean up."

Vanessa's squirmed. She felt the warm, soaking spot beneath her knees, still spreading.

"She'll just have to lay some newspaper on her pet stain for now." Brand said pleasantly. He patted... Oooh... he patted her vagina. And wiped his suddenly sticky hand on her ass. "I had hoped she was past all that. I guess she needs more training, hmm?"

"Hmph." Carter grunted in disapproval. "Well late or no this won't wait."

Vanessa yelped as a firm hand grabbed her natural, nappy mass of hair, dragging her around to a thick, dangling...

Vanessa's naturally pretty, abused brown face twisted in revulsion, looking at Carter's cum-and-lubricant smeared half-hard cock. It... her previous humiliating enema or no, it smelled. U-ugh. It wouldn't be the first time but... Vanessa closed her eyes and opened her mouth, determined to finish Carter's foul expectation as quickly as-

"Uh-uh," Carter casually, firmly backhanded Vanessa, cracking his knuckles along her cheek in a stinging blow. Fucking...! The colored woman, fresh tears in her eyes, instinctively and against her better judgement glared up angrily.

She... Vanessa shrank. She suppressed a little sob.

Not from the strike. Not just from the strike, from not being able to do anything about... but really from... she hoped it wouldn't leave a mark. It almost surely would. But the swelling from her eye had gone down, and she was going to work and...

Carter waved his smelly, slimy thing and slapped it onto Vanessa's lips.

"Don't take too long, Ms. Lockley." Brand's voice was light and mocking. His formal use of her name calling attention to... fuck... "We've still got to get you dressed and showered and fed..." His voice trailed off as he left, leaving Vanessa alone. Alone with...

"You're not cleanin' anything with your face lookin' all sad like that, monkey." Carter looked down at Vanessa's face, screwed up in distaste at the foul penis hovering above her lips, at the disgusting task presented to her. "Servin' your betters is a privilege."

Vanessa swallowed, tried to ease her expression, tried to shut down her nostrils, and her brain, so she wouldn't grimace. She opened her mouth, ready to clean the dripping sheen of filth off Carter's dick for a second time

The sneering white man smeared more sexual effluent onto Vanessa's lips, holding his tool just out of reach of the black mother's grasping mouth.

"Beg."

'Beg' - to do something so vile and repugnant. It was a joke. But Carter wasn't smiling. Or laughing. Vanessa's cheek stung to prove it. He would hurt her and mark her and...

"P-pleashe," Vanessa squeaked, on her knees, eyes staring up, while Carter pressed his bulbous helmet to the black woman's pillowy lips, distorting her face and her words.

"Please, Uncle Carter. Please, Shir, let me..." Vanessa tried again to bob for the elusive cock. Carter twitched it with his hand, just out of reach, before slapping it back down on Vanessa's facehole.

It... closing off her nose, quieting her anxiety and... with Carter whapping her face... she needed to end this stupid, sick game. She needed, needed to... "Let me shuck itf-MMmm!"

Carter stuck it in, pumped Vanessa's face just long enough to make her gag and **** and steal away her words and any wisp of dignity she had in her abhorrent position. Just as quickly as he had put it in her face, he took it out.

He slapped the colored woman's black eye with it, making Vanessa flinch, closing it with residue - drool and worse.

Vanessa kissed Carter's hairy, messy balls. "Please, Sir." Kiss. Lick. "Let n-me clean my ashs," Kiss. Vanessa kept her good eye up, while hot, hard dick draped across her ruined face, "...off your thick," Lick, "Beautiful," Kiss, "White, cock."

"... Your monkey ass?"

Vanessa shuddered. She... after yesterday, that word... She had tried to ignore it. To suppress any urges to... she didn't want to acknowledge it, not out of her own thick a-ape lips, she -

Carter slapped her again. Open palm. The other side. "No touching!"

F-fuck. Vanessa jerked her hand away from her crotch. She hadn't even realized she had been... God! God damn him! God damn her! Uooo-uooo! Fuck!

"Pleeeease!" The 41 year old female executive whined, and bounced on her knees in frustration, bouncing the hard white dick on her face with the same motion, "Please master! Please let me Uooo-uooo! Let me clean my m-monkey butthole off you!" Vanessa snatched her wandering hand away from her crotch, again, before she got slapped again. Or worse. "I'm sorry!" She licked and...

"I'll-MMMph!" Vanessa's cheek bulged as Carter jammed his dick in her yapping monkey mouth.

"Yeah, there's your banana," Carter smiled down evilly. "Lick it up, monkey."

Vanessa grunted, deep in her chest, frantically slurping ass and cum, licking up and down Carter's pole before he snatched it away, denying her goal again. She turned his veiny thing over in her hands, manipulated it with her slender, dark fingers.

"There's a good chimpy," He reinforced, stroking Vanessa's fluffy hair, "Get it all up."

The dark skinned, broad-nosed woman licked all the way down to the base, and around. "You're gonna show more 'preciation to your betters, here, from now on." Carter informed her, "Lotsa' 'pleases', lotsa' 'thank you's'. Asking for more. Tryin' to give, not just takin' it. Or else..."

"You're a privileged nigger. You'll talk like it." Carter was losing it. He was rock hard again, ready to... he loved, loved seeing her like this. "You'll act like it." His voice was certainty. Vanessa grunted, and lapped. Lapped and licked and sucked his whole front - his balls, his cock, his tangled pubic area, the crease where his pelvis met his thigh. Underneath, that fleshy bit that connected to his anus while his cool balls rested on her face. E-everything.

Vanessa lapped everything. Without finesse, gathering hair and sex into her mouth without pause or concern. Not even orally pleasuring, just... Just cleaning, and grooming, and grunting until Carter seized her hair, and stroked his raging hard-on. A few strokes was all it took before his second round spilled on her face; spurting his white seed and marking her dark skin.

It dripped down her disgraced face. Cum dribbled out of her ass. Drool clung to her chin. Thick hairs swished maddeningly in her mouth.

The cruel white man looked down at Vanessa expectantly.

Oh. Uooo. "Th-thank you, Sir. Thank you for using me." Vanessa was... she didn't... she couldn't even process one little piece of her morning. All together...

"I hope you feel c-cleaner."