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updated feb 11 - 2011

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WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.


MF+/f, cons, D/S, humil exhib, bnd, Gang Bang, interr


Vaness and the Dream
By Mattwatt

wattmattwatt43@gmail.com

Chapter 1: Keeping the Kids

(Scene setting: Vanessa J*, an afro-american professional woman has agreed to have her step children, Bud and Lucy for the summer, while her divorced husband, white business man Carson settles in with a new wife. Vanessa is nervous because her relationship with them was never really great. It was one of the reasons for the deterioration of the marriage. The kids always tended to treat Vanessa as 'help' rather than as a real part of the family. This is complicated because she feels pressure more and more from her own innate fantasy to be a slave to a white person, a fantasy that has always been there from her childhood memories on and which she loves and hates.) Vanessa wasn't terribly happy about the way that this was turning out but she'd made a promise and she stuck to promises that she made.

The night before the children were to be there she had her dream again. It was always the same; it always tormented her, always turned her on, and always ended with her playing with herself.

She was on a subway, chaperoning a class group on a museum trip, it seemed to be Bud's class. She was toward the back of the car. Boys in the dream, were standing in front of her and a group were behind.

She was surrounded by the boys. It made her nervous, it made her wet, and she waited. She knew that they were going to do something.

"How are you, pig?" one boy, who seemed to know her, know her fantasies, know all about her, asked. In this dream it was Bud asking.The boys all around snickered.

"I'm fine, sir," she answered, not even trying to stay in charge or be in charge.

"What kind of slut panties are you wearing today, pig?" The Bud's figure asked next.

Vanessa's eyes pleaded with him but his eyes were only hard. As usual he was in charge. She looked to others but they was grinning too. There was no help from them.

"Pink bikinis, sir," she said calmly as she could.

"Good," he said, "Pink, nice color; show the guys, pig, pull your pants down!"

The order to expose herself, to show herself and who she was, and what she was, was always the same, and she never had the power or, what is more, the inclination to not do what she was told.

"Here? Sir?" she said in desperation, hoping to gain time but she wasn't sure for what.

"No, on the moon!" the Bud figure said sarcastically and grabbed a nipple, through her blouse and pinched as hard as he could.

"Ohhhh," she moaned with the boys all around just staring, staring at her, and giggling behind their hands.

And she did what he wanted; she always did what he wanted, every time. She unbuttoned her slacks, brown linen slacks today, and let them slide down to the floor around her ankles. Without being told, she held her blouse up to show all the boys, behind her, at the sides of her and in front of her, her fine ass encased in the panties...

She woke at that point; it was both a relief and frustrating, for she was awake and out of it now but she knew that more was coming. At times the dream went further and she was forced to be naked in the middle of those boys, whose hands were always active, once she was naked and vulnerable. She left the dream every single time knowing that she was on the verge of sex acts with every one of those boys and the subway ride was not going to end until she had given each a blow job.

"That's what you're for!" a voice said to her quietly but firmly in her head, and she couldn't, didn't disagree.
Her hands automatically went seeking her pussy to play with herself. She didn't know if it was a good sign about the kids coming or not.

She was, she thought, middle aged, 42 now, an afro-american professional woman with a busy career and, in her lucid moments couldn't really understand why she'd said 'yes' to Carson's request for her to keep the kids for the summer.

Marrying Cason, who at the time looked, to her at least, like a white male god, had been a destructive whim of Vanessa's. It was one that she'd paid for, of course, in anguish later on. He'd had two children at the time, both just older than toddlers, Bud and Lucy.

That marriage was as much a product of Vanessa's emotional fantasy life as anything at all. From her childhood the thought of being a servant to, kneeling before, being used by a white man was one of the sweetest, and non-understood thoughts that ever crossed Vanessa's mind. They were the sweet words that went through her mind, every time she invaded her own pussy with her fingers. They were the thoughts that threatened to overcome her professional thinking, when she had to deal with another seemingly dominant white man.

And Vanessa realized that there were men out there who would know, just know about her naturally, as if by instinct and would act on it. That thought constantly thrilled her, even though she often enough pushed it from he brain so that she could get on with her work.

But such thinking was part of the active, mental, and sexual life of Vanessa J*. She kept it hidden, locked in a part of her mind that she shut away for her own private use. But it was always there, kind of lowering and ready to come forward, and in a way she was always looking for that white, dominant man to do for her and settle her into 'her place'.

She sought web sites and groups that catered to this 'slave to white cock' fantasy of Vanessa's. It was part of the on-going fabric of her life.

But the kids!

"Vanessa, what the fuck were you thinking, girl?" she complained to herself.

Because the relationship with them was still so-so. She wasn't sure of herself with them; indeed, hadn't been sure with herself with them, when she was their step-mom.

And there was that one time, that one event, that one lapse with Bud, which she was absolutely sure he'd never forget, or, if given the chance, would never let her forget.

Bud was home at that time with a friend of his, someone named Fred or so, she didn't remember. But she did remember the urge to do something really dirty. She had been aware for a long time of the way that Bud looked at her. The looks stirred the dirt that was deep within her. Bud's glance, when he wasn't being so very nice, was a glance that made her feel simply and flat out like the hired help. It moved her terribly, crawled into her psyche.

With his friend there for that evening, and Lucy, his sister out, Vanessa made a move and carried out her long held fantasy.

She decided, as she was getting ready for a late shower, that there needed to be towels in the bathroom down the hall. So, she took them there; but she went as she was, she wore bedroom mules with high heels and beige panties, that's all.

She approached Bud's opened door with some fear but with a great hot feeling in the pit of her stomach, and a kind of tightness in her pussy area. Her heart, she remembered was beating wildly, and a voice was warning her not to do it. But she persisted.

She tried not to look in, as she passed the door but she heard the gasps. Then she needed to make the trip back.

This time she made herself stop at the door and say:

"Sorry, Bud, I thought you were downstairs; I put towels in the bathroom."

"Okay, Mom," Bud said, using the name that he normally called her.

Then she went back to her room, and heard more giggles from the direction of the boy's room. As soon as she was in her room, she leaned against the door and dug her fingers down the front of her panties and began to play with herself, not stopping until she'd brought herself to a crashing climax.

"Nice, girl!" she said to herself, "Very nice indeed!"

It was only later that she really began to loathe what she'd done. She hoped that he wouldn't mention it to Carson.

She even made it a point to get him alone the next day and to apologize for being so thoughtless.

"Hey, Mom," he said, giving her a look that stirred her immensely. "No problem. It's cool."
"Well, Bud," she said, "I felt bad parading around like that with almost no clothes on."
"We're cool, Mom," he said but she never forgot the look that he gave her then, and which he repeated so many times afterward.
Nor did Bud tell Carson, his dad, about what had happened but he did tell his sister, Lucy.
Lucy was agog!
"She didn't!" Lucy said.
"She did!' Bud repeated with a grin.
"Tell me about it; about her body, what were her tits like? Did she show pussy hair? Tell me!"
Bud giggled and said: "It was so cool!"
Bud described their step mom to Lucy, who was all ears for the information.
He concluded: "I'm telling you, Luce, really nice big tits with dark brown nipples, all stiff and pointy, curly black pussy hair that showed through her panties and a nice rounded ass. She was spectacular."
"Oh, I want to see her!" Lucy said and went on: "I want to see her naked; I want her to parade around naked for us, because we tell her to. She likes it and I bet we could do that, make her do that, I bet."

Bud laughed and got into the spirit of it:

"You know, I bet we could; I bet in the right circumstance that we could make old 'Blackie' act like our slave!"

"You do that, Bud," Lucy said, "And I promise to blow you; I really do!"

"Promise?" Bud said, who always wanted to get sexually involved with Lucy, who was only one year younger than his own 16 years.

"Promise!" she said.

He gave her a piercing stare, and said:

"Seal the promise, show me your panties and your pussy."

She stared at him for only a few seconds and stood and pulled her shorts down, displaying her pearl gray panties and her pussy hair that was hiding beneath.
"It's a deal!" he said. "It might take a while but we'll do it."

Well, it was going to take a while, for shortly after that Carson told Vanessa that he wanted a divorce. They proceeded so that they remained pretty friendly and Vanessa had said that she was happy to help with the kids.
That's what led to her current dilemma. She'd promised Carson to take the kids, so that he could get used to living with a new bride. Many thought that Vanessa was crazy for doing it but Vanessa never really let go of the desire, the need to be a slave to someone like Carson, who didn't know that and frankly didn't care.
She said 'yes' to Bud and Lucy coming to live with her for the period of the summer, and set the arrangements. The only thing was that in the very back of her mind she'd never forgot about exposing herself to Bud and his friend. She'd also never forgiven herself for it but still used it as a pretext for playing with her pussy at night, when she was in the dark with her fantasies and desires.
Today was the day that they were coming, and Vanessa was nervous. As for Bud and Lucy, they were overjoyed.
Vanessa paced and paced, waiting for them. Finally, Carson arrived with the kids.
"Naatalie, I appreciate this," he said.
She smiled and gave him a quick hug.
"No, prob, Carson," she answered, not feeling that way at all. "We'll get along fine."
Carson looked at the kids and they just smiled and both came over to give Vanessa hugs.
Carson left right away, and the three of them were left.
Vanessa went to where the kids had left their bags.
"Here, let me help," she said, trying to get off on the correct foot.
"Good," Bud said, and Lucy nodded.
Then the kids walked on ahead to the front door and let Vanessa carry both of their bags.
She didn't say a word, telling herself that there was no reason why she couldn't help out this way.
A little voice in the back of her mind, that she shook off right away said:
"Serve this way, you mean."
Vanessa tried to shut her mind to the voice and just totted the bags into the house.
"Your rooms will be the usual rooms," Vanessa said, "Upstairs."
"Oh, good," Bud said, "Show us." He pointed the way up the stairs and Vanessa went ahead, as he indicated and still carried their bags in for them, and up to the rooms.
Vanessa put the bags on the beds for the kids and they said nothing.
"Don't you say 'thanks'?" she asked in a voice that even to her sounded petulant and not very in charge.
"For what?" Bud asked, and Vanessa hesitated, not wanting to make a scene.
"Oh, the bags," Bud said finally.
"Good job!" he muttered.
"Thank you," Vanessa said, totally confused by how that particular conversation had gone.
"Well, settle in," Vanessa said, "I need to go and finish dinner; I'll call you in time to come for it."
She waited and finally said to the two, who were simply staring at her at that point:
"I'm glad to have you here!"
Lucy moved to her and hugged her, and Bud did as well then, saying:
"We're glad to be here too, Mom!"
They watched Vanessa move off down the stairs.
"Good beginning!" Lucy said, admiring Bud for the plan that he'd come up with for their arrival, which had worked so well.
"We'll go on from there now," Bud said.
Dinner was ready for them soon. Vanessa had opened a bottle of red wine to have a glass with her dinner. During the meal they talked very cordially.
As soon as Vanessa was finished with her glass of wine, Bud got up and poured her another. The wine glass was a large one and the second glass took the bottle down below half way. But Vanessa seemed not to notice.
It was at that point that things got interesting. Vanessa was talking with the two of them animatedly about things of interest, when Lucy got up and poured her the next glass of wine.
She drank half the glass and pushed it away, saying:
"Gee, I'm setting a horrible example here; I'd better stop drinking now. It's making me light headed."
"Drink your wine," Bud said, an undertone of authority in his voice.
"No, I'd better not," Vanessa said, although it kind of bothered her to contradict what he was saying to her.
It was then that Bud decided to push his advantage:
"Drink it, Blackie!" he said, using the old favorite nick name for her.
Without a thought at all Vanessa slapped his face. She was surprised that she did it but Bud wasn't at all. For him this was going in exactly the vein that he'd wanted it.
The big surprise was Lucy. As soon as Vanessa had slapped Bud's face, she put her hand over her mouth as though really surprised that she'd done it. No sooner was Vanessa's hand taken down from her face than Lucy slapped her hard.
The slap was hard enough to move Vanessa's face to the side, so that it was near Bud, who now slapped Vanessa's face also. His slap was quick and devastating; it knocked Vanessa from her chair and landed her on her ass on the floor.
"How dare you slap my brother, you bitch!" Lucy fumed.
Vanessa lost it at that point. All of her good intentions of how this visit would be went out the window in an instant. She began to cry and said in a very tiny voice:
"I'm so sorry for slapping you, Bud; it's just that you called me that..."
"Called you what?" Bud asked, a lethal look in his eye.
"I don't like that name," Vanessa said, sobbing.
"What name?" Bud pressed.
"The name!' Vanessa said evading saying it.
"Say it, god damn it!" Lucy fumed at Vanessa, who acted as though she were hit by Lucy again.
"Blackie!" Vanessa said. And turning to look at each of them in turn said it again:
"Backie!"
"Good," Bud said, "That wasn't so hard, Mom, was it now?"
"No, dear," Vanessa said softly, "It wasn't."
"Now just to clear up this little misunderstanding so that no one has to be slapped again right now," he began, "Tell me what is your name."
She began to get up from the floor but he held out his hand and barked at her:
"Stay down there on the floor until you tell us, or I'll slap you again!"
Vanessa gave in; she was a bit frightened but she was fairly overwhelmed by the two of them making such demands on her. She knew then clearly what they had done from the very beginning in having her carry the bags. They meant to treat her like the servant or worse. ("Or better!" a small internal voice said.) That information gave Vanessa a jolt.She knew that she might have set all this rolling by exposing herself to Bud and the boy named Fred but this is where it was now and she hated to admit it but it turned her on a bit to be the servant and to be treated like one.
"Of course," she said softly, looking and nodding at both of them. "It's a cute name; my name is Blackie! I don't mind that; in fact I like it a bit."
"May I please get up?" Vanessa said, lapsing into a politeness that went all the way back to her childhood and upbringing, where white folks were concerned.
"Stay down there and drink your wine first," Bud said.
"Of course, dear!" Vanessa said, taking the re-filled glass from him and drinking the wine down right off.
Then Lucy filled the glass for the last time, and Vanessa drank it also. Her head was swimming from the wine at that point.
Lucy and Bud got up at that point and looked down at Vanessa on the floor.
"You're wasted, Blackie!' Bud said.
"Yep," Vanessa said, nodding to the giggling kids, "Old Blackie is wasted."
"Clean up here and then we have something that we want to do," was Bud's next order, as he and Lucy went toward the garage.
"Yes, sir," Vanessa called out in a clouded voice, "I'll just do that; old Blackie will clean up here. You just call me, when you're ready."
"We will," Lucy said.
Bud went to where she was still on the floor and, looking down at her hopeful eyes, said:
"When you're done with the clean up, you kneel here at the sink, facing the sink with your hand behind your head and your fingers interlaced. Do you understand, girl?"
The word 'girl' shot through Vanessa's system like a hot jolt. Her hot buttons were being pressed. Through the combined confusion of the wine and the overpowering fantasy, since she was faced now not with step children but with white kids who were obviously in charge and knew it, she couldn't or at least didn't find the will to end the scene, a scene that she loved and had thought of, played with her pussy to so many, many times.
"I understand," she said.
He gave her a withering look and she shrunk back for a few seconds, knowing that she'd done something wrong.
"Sir!" he barked out at her.
"I understand, sir!" she said, while on the other side of the kitchen, Lucy was giggling.
"Get up and get it done, girl,"Bud said, "Don't make me slap you again."
"No, sir, no need for that," Vanessa said, scrambling to her feet and making a show for him, for them, of finishing all the wine in her large glass, and then turning to the sink to begin the clean up.
Once in the garage, Bud said:
"There normally is everything that we might need here. I brought two strong eye hooks and some other stuff. Help me find some good rope or wire. They ended up with a roll of speaker wire that was pliable, and Bud got the eye hooks installed in the overhead beams in the garage.
"Show time," Bud said, heading back for the kitchen.
When the two kids got to the door between the kitchen and the garage, the sight that they saw thrilled them both. Vanessa just knelt there on the floor by the sink. Her hands were behind her head, and her fingers interlaced. Lucy just stared, awed at what Bud had accomplished. He grinned at her.
He went over to where Vanessa could see him.
"Turn around," he said to her.
Vanessa moved and now knelt facing the two kids.
She asked softly:
"Why are you doing this?"
Bud laughed out loud; and answered:
"You should know better than either of us. Because I can!"
"Now I have a question for you," he said, smiling at her.
"Why didn't you move from where you are?"
She didn't hesitate now at all:
"Because you didn't say that I could."
The weight of the statement impressed all three of them, though differently. Vanessa spoke up with the truth before even thinking.
Vanessa winced but said nothing to contradict what she'd answered or what Bud just told her. He was all smiles, and then he went on:
"Old Carson missed the boat here completely. I mean look at this, Luce, here she is," he said, indicating the kneeling Vanessa, "A gorgeous brood mare in his own stable; a wife who was not only the hottest looking bitch in town but who had the hottest pants in town, and all for our Carson. He never, never knew what you were really like did he, Vanessa?"
"No, he didn't!" Vanessa said simply, a tear gathering in her eye at this point.
"He never realized that his own gorgeous wife wanted, lusted for, fantasized about and would have begged for the chance, opportunity to be Carson's personal total sexual slave, his own personal 'Blackie'!"
"No, he never did!" Vanessa said, a tear running down her cheek now, and with no will, or, she realized, even desire to stop what he was saying. It was coming out now, all of it, it seemed, but Vanessa realized that she didn't care if it did, and was even kind of eager for it.
"And then he threw you over for miss skinny, no tits, no ass, no hips blondie--our new step mom! I can't imagine it, Luce, even in my dreams!"

Then he turned back to Vanessa and said: "But you know what, Vanessa? You know what, Blackie dear?"
"What?" Vanessa asked, going along with him.
"Carson never realized it but I do! And now we do!" he said with a kind of leer on his face. "You know that, don't you? Don't you, girl?"

The word 'girl' again moved Vanessa, gave her a twinge and pushed her present condition of arousal up a notch.
"Yes, Master Bud!" Vanessa said simply, and meekly.
"Master Bud!" he said almost in a joyous cry. "Got you, don't I?"

She hesitated only a second and said: "Yes, Master Bud; you sure do!"

Bud turned to Lucy, who was all eyes and just grinned at her. Her answering grin caused him to laugh.

"Too cool for words!" Lucy said.
"It is that!" Bud said, and then he said: "Blow job! Remember!"
She gave him a face and said: "I remember."

Then he turned to Vanessa and said:

"It's play time in the garage for a bit, girl; you want to play, Blackie?"
"Yes, sir," Vanessa answered, totally cowed by now, "Blackie wants to play very badly, sir, ma'am."
"Well," he continued, "Let's begin with a little history lesson; tell our Lucy here about that little show that you put on for me and Freddie about 6 months ago."
"Yes, sir," she said. "I ... u ... took some, um, towels to the bathroom that evening, and had to pass Bud's bedroom door on the way."
"And?" he demanded, and added as a threat: "Or, girl, does the hurting start now?"
"No, it doesn't, Master Bud," she said quickly and went on:
"I was wearing only heeled bedroom slippers and panties."
"Wow! Exotic," Lucy said with a grin.
"Yes, it was," Vanessa said to the girl softly.
"Exactly," Bud answered. "Now tell us what you did, when you got back to your room; I want to hear that."
"I leaned against the door of the bedroom and played with myself immediately," she said, her head down.
"Look at us, girl, when you talk," Bud said and her head snapped up to attention.
"Tell you what now, Blackie, love," he said next, "Lucy here has not seen that little show, that is so fresh in my memory, Freddie's and I'm sure, yours. So just you get up from where you are on the floor and go get yourself ready. We'll wait for you in the garage and we want you to come out flouncing and bouncing your stuff, dressed exactly the way you were, when you flashed your step son and his pal. Understand?"
"Understand, sir!" Vanessa said and then, after a quick thought, "May I, sir, ma'am?"
"Yes, you may, up you get and go get ready," he said.
When she'd left the room, Bud turned to Lucy and just grinned.
"Awesome!" she said, "And so hot; do we get to play with her in the garage?"
He continued to grin at her and she gave him a smile in return saying:
"Yes, I know, blow job!"
"I guess we do!" was his answer and the two of them went into the garage to wait for Vanessa.
She didn't really take very long.
While they were waiting, Bud turned to Lucy and said:
"This is it, you know; if she comes down and does what I told her to do, she's ours and anything goes. On the other hand if she doesn't, it may well be back to Carson and old titless and face a kind of shit storm."
Lucy looked at him a little nervously and asked:
"Do you think she will, do what you told her, I mean?"
"Look!" Bud said, pointing at the door connecting the kitchen with the garage.

There stood Vanessa, she was wearing a pair of beige panties, which showed, from the front, as they looked at her, her dark, curly pussy hair. Her naked tits were displayed and she wore a pair of bedroom mules.
"Very nice!" Bud said.
"Thank you, ... uh, sir!" Vanessa said.
Bud grinned and asked:

"Why did you do it? I mean what I told you to do? You didn't have to, you know."
"Yes, I do know;" she said and hesitated, while watching both kids simply take in her near nakedness, knowing that the kids' reaction was proving that she'd been right in doing what she was told. Then she went on:
"I guess that this is as close as I've come in a very long time to my fantasy, and I'm realizing that it's important to me. I like the fact that, though your father never got it, and I never told him, you do, you two; I just like that!"
"And tell us then, blackie," Bud said with a grin, "Just what is that fantasy! Describe it."
"Yes, sir," she said, letting herself slip more and more completely into her fantasy world, and not caring where it would take her. "My fantasy ... it always has been to be subservient, a slave, if you will, to whites. I always thought of it as a white man and ... and his..." She ran out of words, too embarrassed to continue.
"Say it, use the words, girl or get the fuck out of this garage, and don't come back to us looking to resume!"
"I'm sorry, sir, ma'am," she said, tears welling in her eyes, "I'm being so adolescent here. As I was going to say, I always thought of this submission as being to a white man and his cock, excuse my language, sir, ma'am, but I'm so turned on now that I know that this present submission to both a white man and a white woman is wonderful! Please don't make me go back into the house; I won't hesitate no more..."

All three of them noticed Vanessa's slide toward the use of a slang language, more fitting to her submission than any proper English.

"Okay then, if you want to stay and be our submissive, then get on your knees, girl and declare yourself! Make it plain; make it clear; use dirty language where it's necessary. Do it; we're waiting!" Bud demanded.

Vanessa was obviously impressed with what he said. She knelt and hastened to speak:

"Please, Master Bud, please Mistress Lucy, please you let this worthless nigger gal serve you; I be your maid, your servant, your pussy gal, your cum dump, your pain gal, I jes' be all dat! But you please let me! You please! I goan cry and be sick if you don'! I swear! Doan wan' you goin' back to dat Carson; wan' dis summer; wan it and goan do what I'se told dis summer, yes, sir dat! Yes ma'am dat!"

The more agitated Vanessa got the more extreme the patois of her childhood began to take over.

"Simply wonderful!" Bud said. Lucy was grinning broadly.

"Now move for us, Vanessa," Bud said, smiling at his former step mother, "Shake your stuff, strut a little and show us some tits and ass before we play."

Vanessa smiled, very pleased in some inner part of herself, and got up from her knees to move around the garage. She swung her hips and let her large tits swing from side to side a bit.

Bud and Lucy were both watching and grinning at the display.

Bud interrupted Vanessa's progress, saying:

"Girl, get the car keys and get it out of here and into the driveway; we might want more room."

Vanessa realized that it was another test, yet another, but she didn't hesitate this time. It was late, the neighborhood was certainly up-scale and quiet and they weren't near other houses. She fetched the keys and, dressed as she was, took the car out of the garage.

While she was out of the garage in the driveway with the car, Bud took the opportunity to shut the garage door.

Vanessa let out a barely subdued shriek and went to the door but it was already down.

She wailed into the wood of the garage door:

"Please, please, Massa Bud, Missy Lucy, let dis blackie gal in; I'se goan do what I'm tol to do, jes what I'm tol!

Please now; make sure, dis gal goan make sure you'se not sorry for letting me in dere. Goan please you, ya suh, jes goan do dat."

Bud was grinning from ear to ear, so was Lucy, as he pushed the button and raised the garage door again for the pleading woman. As the door went up, they found Vanessa there on her knees, with her hands behind her head in the familiar position again.

She smiled meekly at the two kids leering at her and asked:
"May dis gal come into da garage now, Massa? Ma'am?"
"Yes," Bud said, "And get over here. It's time."

Vanessa stood there waiting, once the door was closed.
"Yes?" Bud asked.

"I don't know what you want me to do, uh, sir," Vanessa said, calming down and talking more normal now.

Bud laughed: "Wonderful, I was wondering if you were going to continue to behave."

"I surely am, sir," Vanessa said and waited.
"Off with your panties, first," Bud said.

Vanessa complied immediately setting her panties aside and was now, except for her heeled mules, totally naked.
"Luscious!" Bud said.

And Lucy joined in with a "Wow!"

"Now walk the room again, the entire circuit of the room again; let's see what you've got and how you move it naked," Bud commanded.

Vanessa moved around the garage, really turned on by this series of events. After she'd made the circuit and showed all of her body to them, as she walked, Bud said:

"Now come here. Lucy first," he turned to Lucy as he said this last.

It caused a huge grin to come onto Lucy face, as Vanessa turned to the girl.

"Pleasure," Vanessa said, going to Lucy but she just gave Vanessa a hard look.

"What do I do?" Lucy asked of Bud.

"Whatever you want," Bud answered. "Isn't that right Vanessa?"

"Yes, Master Bud," she said, agreeing, "That's right."
Then tell her!

Vanessa turned to Lucy and said: "Whatever you want with dis gal, Miz Lucy; dat's what I'se goan ta do."

"Now why is that, do you think, Vanessa?" Bud asked next.

"Because I'm the slave!" Vanessa said quietly.

"Louder, Blackie!" Bud shouted at her.

"Because I'm the slave," Vanessa said in a loud voice.

"What kind of slave, Blackie?" he shouted at her.

Her head was swimming with this total turn of events but Vanessa was completely into it now.

"A nigger gal slave!" She said quietly.

"We didn't hear you, girl!" Lucy said now loudly.

"A nigger gal slave!" Vanessa repeated.

"Very nice," Bud replied, then he turned to Lucy and said:

"She's all yours."

"Oh dear!" Lucy said but moved over to where the tall, lovely, naked black woman was standing.

Lucy ran her hand across Vanessa's ass cheeks and made a humming noise of pleasure as she did.
Vanessa shivered from the contact.

"Like that, Vanessa?" Bud asked.

"Like that very much, Master Bud," Vanessa answered.

"Then tell Lucy," Bud insisted.

Vanessa turned to Lucy and said: "That feels so nice, Lucy."

"What?" Bud thundered.

"Miss Lucy, I mean, Ma'am," Vanessa said apologetically.

Lucy smiled and then ran her hands over Vanessa's tits, which caused another shiver for the black woman.

Then the expression on Lucy's face changed, and it was obvious that something was coming, probably something that would be unpleasant.

She grabbed one of Vanessa's dark, hard nipples and dug her fingernails into it.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Vanessa moaned now.

"Hurt?" Lucy wanted to know.

"Yes, Miss Lucy," Vanessa said, a little sweat now standing out on her brow.

"How about this?" Lucy asked and pinched the nipple that she was holding really hard.

"Awwwwwwww!" Vanessa exploded.

"Love that sound," Bud said.

Lucy turned to grin at him. He said:

"You're doing fine, Luce!"

"Thanks, Bud," Lucy replied and then turned her attention back to Vanessa.

She ran her hand down the plane of Vanessa's silky brown belly until she reached Vanessa's nest of pubic hair. She rubbed her hands around in the pubic hair a bit.

"You wet, bitch?" she asked in a nasty tone.
"Yes, ma'am," Vanessa answered, "This bitch is wet."
"Like this kind of treatment from whites, bitch?" Lucy asked, as Bud chuckled.
"Yes, Ma'am, I sure do!" Vanessa hastened to admit.
"Carson ever treat you this way?" Lucy asked next.
"No, Ma'am; he sure didn't," was Vanessa's answer to that.
"Otherwise you never would have let him go, right?" Lucy asked.

"No, never!" Vanessa admitted, "Not if I was getting treatment like this."

"Going to be a delicious summer," Lucy said.

"I guess it is, Ma'am," Vanessa answered.

"Tell us what you are, describe yourself; if you don't get it right, I'll help you along by hurting you every time you leave something out."

"Yes, Ma'am," Vanessa said.

Vanessa waited to be told to start and Lucy, not liking the hesitation, dug into a nipple with her finger nails again.
"Owwwwwwwwww!" Vanessa moaned, wincing from the pain.

"Start, bitch!" Lucy ordered.

Without any further hesitation, Vanessa began to recite:

"I'm a black bitch, blackie is what you can call me, a nigger gal who likes to serve her whites, who likes to be done this way." She hesitated then and Lucy dug her fingernail into another nipple, getting another vocal response from Vanessa.

"I'm a black whore for my step children, my master and mistress, a pain pig who loves to be used like the pig that she is."

Lucy was smiling at this recitation, and grinned at Bud, who gave her a thumbs up.

Vanessa just waited for what would be next.

Lucy's hand was down again at Vanessa's pubic hair, only this time she grabbed a handful of the pubic hair and pulled upward.

Vanessa made a squeaking sound and rose up on her toes from the hair pulling.

"Like that, Vanessa?" Lucy asked.

"Oh, Oh, Oh," Vanessa moaned and shook her head 'yes' violently.

Then Bud moved to where Lucy held Vanessa in place with the handful of pubic hair that she still held tightly.

He reached out and licked Vanessa's nipple. She sighed. He licked it a few times and Lucy, watching at first, began to lick the other nipple.

"Like this?" Bud asked.

"Oh, yes," Vanessa said.

"How about this?" Bud asked then and began to scrape his teeth along the nipple's surface.

"Awwwwww!" Vanessa cried out.

"Or this?" Bud asked next and began to bite the nipple.

"Owwwwwwwwwww!" Vanessa hollered and then hollered again, as Lucy began to bite the other nipple.

The pressure and pain at her nipples was reducing Vanessa to a slavering state and eventually she cried out in great pain:

"Kids, Master Bud, Mistress Lucy, please, please stop! Your Vanessa will be good and do what she's told. You'll see. She just will. Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaassse!"

Bud stopped first and then said to Vanessa: "Okay, hands in the air, Blackie."

Vanessa stood with her hands in the air as she was told.

He had gotten out an old exercise bench and told Vanessa to straddle it; she got down and lay on the bench. Bud then tied a rope around each wrist and each ankle and looped those ropes over the rafters, getting a ladder and tying the ropes to the rafters, so that Vanessa's hands, arms and legs were held up in the air by the ropes. Her head was near the end of the bench.

"Now watch," Bud said to Lucy, going round to where Vanessa's head was almost lolling off of the bench.

He unzipped his shorts and fished out his already stiff cock. Lucy watched fascinated at the size and girth of Bud's prick.

He rubbed it around Vanessa's face and asked: "Big as Carson's, bitch?"

"Bigger!" Vanessa whispered and tried to capture the sliding prick with her tongue and mouth.

"Ohhh," Lucy sighed, as she watched Vanessa work on Bud's cock.

With her head lolling off of the bench as it was, Bud was able to hold onto it and slide his cock very nicely into her mouth and push it towards her throat.

Bud looked up and smiled at Lucy, who was just staring, kind of wide eyed.

"Bud," she said softly, "I had no idea..."

"Big, huh?" Bud asked grinning.

"Big," Vanessa said.

Bud slapped her face and said:

"No one was talking to you, Vanessa."

"Sorry, sir," she said contritely.

"Yes, big," Lucy said then.

Bud carefully then went back to shoving his cock into Vanessa's mouth. He looked up at Lucy with a grin and asked:
"Want to try her, Luce?"

"Oh, yes," Lucy asked.

She thought for a few seconds and said: "What do I do?" she asked.

"Easy," he said smiling, getting a smile in return. "Take your shorts off and your panties," was his answer.

She had a feral kind of look on her face as she continued to watch Bud fuck Vanessa's mouth. As she watched, she began to unbutton her shorts. She was smiling at Bud, as she watched.

He mouthed the words to her: "Blow job!"

She grinned and shook her head 'yes', as she stepped out of her shorts, and reached a hand for her pale white, nylon panties.

She responded with the mouthed reply: "Yes, Bud..."

Lucy watched in fascination as Bud continued to slide his large cock in and out of his step Mom, Vanessa's mouth. She periodically raised a hand to his prick to take a bit of control but it was Lucy then who shouted out:

"Get your hand down, Blackie!"

Vanessa glanced at Lucy and blinked her eyes in a 'yes, ma'am' gesture.

"Pinch the bitch's nose, Bud," Lucy said then. "Teach her how to behave."

Bud laughed then and said: "You're tough, Luce!" But he went ahead and pinched Vanessa's nose and pushed his prick into the entrance of her throat, cutting off her air. She gave a wide eyed, terror inspired kind of look, as her two former step kids looked on and laughed.

"Okay," Lucy said finally and Bud took his fingers off of Vanessa's nose.

She made noises around his plunging prick to say thank you but his response was to slap her face, and say roughly:

"Shut up and suck my cock, Blackie!"

Lucy looked on with sparking eyes, as Bud came to his climax crisis and grabbed Vanessa by the ears, pulling her face roughly into his stomach, cumming into her mouth and throat, and more than a little bit on her face.

"Ahhhhhhhh," he moaned, cumming in Vanessa's mouth, as Lucy was looking on and grinning:

"My turn next?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, Luce," Bud said, pulling his cock out of Vanessa's mouth.

Then he grabbed her by the chin and staring into her face asked:

"Tell me, Mom, is this what our Blackie's mouth is made for? Is it?"

"Yes, sir, it sure is!" she said quickly.

"No," Lucy said, "Say it; what is your mouth for?"

"For sucking white cock!" Vanessa said, allowing herself to simply wallow in her fantasies and this realization of them.

"And white pussy?" Lucy asked in a dangerous tone.

"And white pussy!' Vanessa said quickly.

"Momma likes to serve," Bud said.

"And she does it so well," Lucy said pulling her panties down.

Vanessa was watching her former step daughter intensely as she moved into position near where she was still bound to the rafters.

"Do me, Momma!" Lucy said in a harsh voice.

"I'se goan do my baby Lucy; jes goan do dat!" Vanessa drawled, no longer feeling any hesitance in using the cast off language of her childhood.

And she did, moving her head to where Lucy was waiting for her, stripped from the waist down, and legs akimbo. When Vanessa's face was finally close enough, Lucy grabbed the older, subservient woman by the hair and pulled her face into her crotch. But by then Vanessa was ready. She let out an "owww" at the hair pulling but Lucy shot back at her:

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!"

"Yes'm," Vanessa said softly only to have Lucy slap her face.

"I said shut up and eat me!" Lucy almost roared at her, while Bud looked on an just grinned.

The next ten minutes were filled with the wet sounds of Vanessa eating pussy, and Lucy's accompanying moans and groans. Lucy kept a death grip on the back of Vanessa's head, pulling it constantly against her pussy. Vanessa didn't mind at all but simply licked and kissed, poked with her tongue and lips, sending Lucy cascading into an orgasm.

When she was done, they untied her. Her face wet but wreathed in a smile for the two teens, she simply settled back on her heels and grinned at them.

"Looks like Momma Vanessa is pleased," Bud said, as Lucy put on her panties and shorts.

"Yes, Master Bud," Vanessa said calmly, "I am."

"Are you looking forward to the summer, girl?" Lucy asked.

"Yes, ma'am, I surely am!" was her immediate reply.

"Something to eat?" Bud said then.

"Yes, sir," Vanessa said, "Stirring." She hesitated then and asked quietly:

"Clothes?"

"Luce?" Bud asked.

"Maybe what you're wearing now," she began and then, considering, said: "No, put your panties back on that will be enough for the servant."

"Yes, ma'am, sir," Vanessa said, "Enough for the servant."

At that point, Vanessa was immensely content with the way that this summer adventure had begun. She never suspected to have an opportunity to have all her buttons pressed like this, all her fantasies put into reality. She wasn't sure where it would indeed go, but right then, kneeling naked on the floor of the garage, she wasn't inclined to worry about that.

"May I?" she asked softly.

"Very nice!" Bud said, "Yes, you may get up and fix something."

They watched her go off, hips swinging and humming to herself.

Lucy cast a glance at Bud, who was grinning from ear to ear.

That night Vanessa had the dream again.

The scene was the same, the same subway train, the same group of kids on an outing from school, which she was chaperoning. This time there were girls in the group also, and they all were standing around her blocking her access to the rest of the subway. She was in the middle of them. She heard Bud say clearly: "Blackie, take your pants down!" And she'd done it. She was humiliated but extremely excited. Then the dream changed just a little. From Behind Vanessa now heard Lucy voice saying: "Give me this, Blackie; a nigger gal like you doesn't need to be dressed in the presence of your betters." Vanessa responded:

"No, ma'am, dis nigger gal don't need sech fine clothes."

And the shirt was off, and then the bra. Vanessa was presenting everything to the leering group of students. And bud reached in an began to pinch her already extended nipples. The pain was exquisite; the pain was increasing; the pain was real..."

That was the thought that brought Vanessa slowly to the surface of reality: 'The pain was real!" She opened her eyes slowly only to realize that she was in bed, and Bud was hovering over her and biting her nipple. Lucy stood at the other side of her. They'd already stripped her naked, taken off her nightgown and her panties. Lucy was just finishing hooking a pair of play hand cuffs, which were holding Vanessa's wrists together, to the headboard of the bed.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Vanessa said softly, as she became fully awake.

"Awake now, Step Mother?" Bud asked nicely.

"Awake, sir, ma'am!" Vanessa said softly to them. "What are you doin'?" she asked then, still a bit sleepy.

"Silly, Nigger," Bud said with cruelty in his voice, "Whatever we want."

"Yes, suh!" Vanessa drawled, "Dis nigger gal is sleepy and silly, for sure!"

Lucy and Bud giggled at her declaration. Then Bud went on:

"You see, Lucy and I were a bit restless, and I told her that I bet that if we came here to play with our lovely, big titted, big assed, juicy Step Mom, she'd let us hurt her a bit. What do you think?"

"Yes, suh!" was Vanessa's only answer.

Lucy slapped her face and said: "Wake up, girl! We need some participation here!"

The slap brought Vanessa fully awake. "So sorry, to be sech a sleepy head!" she drawled, watching Bud, grinning from ear to ear, lower his head toward her nipple.

"This will wake her," he said to Lucy and fixed one of Vanessa's extended nipples between his teeth and scraped the nipple with his teeth, ending with a slowly increasing bite.

"Oooowwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" Vanessa wailed, as her nipple was bitten.

Bud turned his head toward Lucy and said: "Go get your panties from yesterday from the hamper. We'll want her to be gagged a bit for this kind of fun."

Vanessa just watched wide eyed, as Lucy went to do as she'd been told. She came back with a pair of black bikini panties but hesitated to put them into Vanessa's mouth. Turning to Bud she said:

"Make her talk to us first; make the black bitch ask for us to hurt her. Make her declare herself!"

"You've got a devious mind, Luce!" Bud said, and turning to Vanessa, whose nipple was already a bit sore, said:

"Do it, Blackie! You heard the lady! Tell us what you are and who you are, and end it by asking us to hurt you! Do it nicely and we won't hurt you very bad. Refuse and you're in for a very bad time!"

Vanessa was amazed. She found herself continuously amazed, affected, turned on, simply taken in by these two forceful children. She'd only remembered their having been broody and distant, when she was married to their father. She now realized that, if she'd known this, she might have never agreed to the divorce at all.

Bud was staring at her, as though reading her mind, he said:

"What are you thinking, girl!"

"This girl is thinking that, if it had been this way, this sexy, this hot, when I was married to your father, I'd have put up with him just to stay near."

Both Bud and Lucy laughed at that admission, and then Bud said ominously:

"Do you have something else to say to us?"

That was enough to propel Vanessa back into her delicious submissive persona:

"Massa Bud, Miz Lucy," she drawled, using the patois that they loved to hear from her, and already seeing big grins on the faces of her former step children. "Dis nigger gal is jes so pleased to be dis slave, dis slut, dis pig Blackie for her dears! Jes so pleased!"

There was a tear on her cheek as she said it, realizing where all of this was going. She continued:

"I wants to make dis yo summer, and a good done too; I jes wants to be what yo wish and what you need and what you demand. Dis gal, dis Vanessa ain't goan ta say 'no' to nothin', jes nothin' at all! You jes crawl inside ma head and use me; you jes do dat. You want yo gal to be yo 'hore, yo jes do dat! Yes, suh, yes ma'am! Yo jes do dat! And yo know da secret o' dis gal; I knows dat you knows it. Dis gal, dis Blackie yo pig, jes' wants dat hurtin'. Dat's what makes dis Blackie feel like she's jes alive!"

By the end of the declaration, heart felt and delivered with a quivering chin and wide, wide eyes, Vanessa was crying in anticipation.

"Massa Bud," she said, having finished, "Goan be bad? Is it?"

"Might be, Momma Vanessa, might be!"

"Jes, please do dat! Jes do it!" she finished, crying now.

Bud smiled and, while Lucy watched, lowered his head and began by kissing a nipple.

Vanessa moaned and then shrieked, as Bud bit her nipple hard. Lucy moved closer and, pulling on Vanessa's chin, forced the panties into Vanessa's mouth.

"That should dampen her wailing!" Lucy said and then she licked the other nipple, and soon enough was giving Vanessa another reason to wail, as she bit the other nipple.

Then the biting, no less severe, became more general. Vanessa writhed and yelled into her gag, as the two kids bit her every where, leaving teeth marks and hickeys and bruises up and down her thighs, on her stomach, all over her ass. She was moving on the bed constantly, impelled by their almost carnivorous treatment of her.

Then they stopped, standing grinning and looked down at her. Vanessa heaved a huge sigh and opened her eyes, looking up at them. As Lucy took the panties from her mouth temporarily.

"I want to say this straight out, my voice, me, educated, cultured, aware: you have breached whatever defenses that I have or could muster. I don't remember anyone every getting on the inside with me, to the me that I deal with secretly and alone. The possibility of the pain frightens me, just frightens me, Bud, Lucy, but I love it; I love it that you're doing it and that you're insisting. I want to be whatever you wish me to be this summer. I want that. I give myself in to it. I want to do whatever you demand of me this summer. It's my fantasy come alive here. I'm going to be yours to play with, to play with." She ended her declaration by saying:

"Your hand please, Master Bud, Mistress Lucy."

Lucy looked puzzled but Bud understood right away. He extended his hand to Vanessa who almost reverently placed a kiss on the back of the hand and then on the palm. Lucy looked on and was impressed by what had happened, and extended her hand for the same kind of treatment.

At that point, Vanessa broke down and cried from the realization, the bald, naked truth of it, and her declaration of it.

Bud turned to Lucy at that point and said:

"How about Momma Vanessa, Luce?"

"Out of sight!" Lucy said.

Then Bud went to the bathroom. He came back with a stiff bristled brush. He sat on the edge of the bed and showed it to Vanessa, whose sobs were now subsiding.

"Vanessa, look what I have here!" he said. "Want it, Blackie?"

She shook her head 'no'!

"Want us to stop, Blackie?"

"No, Massa Bud, and dat I mean please no!"

"Good," Bud said. "Then let's use it."

He began by using the stiff bristled brush to comb down one of Vanessa's legs and then the other. Vanessa, with the panties back in her mouth, was squealing from the pain. Bud raked the brush up and down Vanessa's legs and then onto her stomach, gradually reaching her tits, where he circled the brush around each of her nipples.

The bound woman was writhing steadily and making loud huffing noises into the gag in her mouth.

Bud stopped then and said to Lucy:

"Let her wrists go, and turn her over."

They moved the semi-frantic woman then and got her over onto her stomach, and then Lucy took over with the brush, raking it over the swell of Vanessa's ass cheeks. By this time Vanessa was just franticly moving around to try to avoid the punishment.
Bud stepped away for a few moments and came back with a large belt in his hand.
"Big finish now, Blackie!" he said and the belt whistled through the air just above Vanessa's rounded ass cheeks.
"Oh, yes," Lucy moaned as she watched the first blow of the belt land on Vanessa's unprotected ass cheeks.
Vanessa jumped involuntarily from the bed and squealed into the gag in her mouth with each of Bud's hard, well aimed blows. It was in the midst of the beating that Vanessa, bleating her involuntary pleasure, came with great commotion.
"The bitch came!" Lucy said triumphantly. "She loves this!"
"Got that right!" Bud said, pausing with the belt.
The beating with the belt went on for the next five to seven minutes, and he let the belt drop to the floor.
Lucy moved to take the panties from Vanessa's mouth and wiped her runny nose with them, throwing them aside.
"Thank us, girl!" Bud said.

Looking up at them Vanessa, tears still streaming down her cheeks, didn't hesitate:

"Massa Bud, Miz Lucy, you knows how ta treat dis gal, dis Blackie, dis po nigger! You jes knows, and I loves it, and I has to say dat I loves ya both. You jes treat yo Blackie dis way and she goan be fine, fine as rain, jes fine as rain. I thanks you, I surely does!"

Bud and Lucy were grinning at the sincerity that was obvious in Vanessa's intelligent dark face, as she spoke. And Vanessa was as lost in the fantasy as ever she could remember.

"Up on your hands and knees, now Blackie!" Bud said. "Now you thank us physically."

"Lucy get sit up on the pillows," Bud said.

"Oh," Lucy said, pleased, "Pussy eating time!"

She scooted into place, taking her pj bottoms off in the process, and grabbing Vanessa by the hair to pull her face into her crotch.

Meanwhile Bud had prepared himself. He went off and from the bathroom retrieved a jar of vaseline. He moved behind Vanessa and gave her a sharp slap on the ass, and began to use the vaseline to grease her ass hole. Once he was ready, he slipped a finger into her ass hole and then two.

"Ready, Momma Vanessa?" he asked then, slapping her ass as he posed the question.

Lucy wouldn't release her hold on Vanessa's hair, so that all that Vanessa managed was a mumbled assent, which basically was spoken into Lucy's pussy.

Bud pushed the head of his cock against the round ring of his former step Mother's ass hole and pushed a bit.
Her reaction was explosive. It was all that Lucy could manage to keep Vanessa's head under control, as the older woman bucked and writhed from the pain, at first, and then the pressure and delicious invasion of her ass hole by Bud's cock.

Vanessa screeched a loud 'yesssssss' with Bud fucking her ass hole, as she came again, singing against Lucy's wet pussy, and bringing Lucy to an orgasm also. Bud came then also and Vanessa, finished with Lucy's pussy, moved with both quickness and agility. As soon as Bud's cock was out of her ass, she scooted around on the bed and took it, slimy and dirty, into her mouth to clean it, never taking her eyes off of him. He grinned down on her. They established a kind of communication right then and both of them understood the reality of this situation.

And they were finished, and just left her there, not dressing her, cleaning her up or anything. They just left her. Vanessa lay there for a few moments and spoke to herself and the darkness:

"The summer, the whole summer!"

There were tears in the darkness for her; they were tears for what she was allowing, but even more for what she was enjoying. It was almost overwhelming for her to be experiencing these things at last. She said severely to herself that any kind of emotional reckoning would have to come after the summer was over. This was the full blown realization of all her dearest, innermost fantasies, and she was determined to allow it.

In the morning they were a bit distant, that is, more like they normally were. Vanessa was nervous and was pleased by a hug from each of them. They had small talk during breakfast, and then she went to work.
The summer had begun.

chap 2

Vanessa had promised herself, literally promised herself, that she wasn't going to do mental evaluations of what was happening between her and Bud and Lucy until the summer was over. It was a promise that would allow her to revel in the submissive relationship that had been established. It was a promise that would give her the opportunity to the be slave, 'Blackie', that she wanted to be. But, she realized, in the depth of a fairly sleepless night, it was a promise that she couldn't keep.

Amid her tossing and turning one night, after all of the activity had begun, and the relationship was pretty firmly established, she realized that she hated what was going on almost as much as she loved it. It led her to the middle of the night decision to end the relationship, even if it meant sending the two of them back to Carson. She slept fairly well, after the decision was made.

She prepared carefully for work that morning, and realized that she was actually preparing to be the former step-mother, in looks and in deed. This was going to be the confrontation morning.

It seemed to be a brief time period, when they were leaving her alone, which they did these days, almost as if they were trying to keep her off balance. But it was giving Vanessa the chance that she needed to screw up her courage and confront the two of the.

She was in the kitchen having coffee, promising herself that she'd have some breakfast on the way to work, when Bud and then Lucy came in.

"Hi, Mom!" Bud said, in a sleepy voice.

Lucy echoed the same greeting as she entered the kitchen.
"Lookin' foxy, Blackie!" Bud said then, and Vanessa knew that it was time.
She turned and in her best and clearest professional voice said:
"I want you to stop calling me that despicable name!"
Bud just stared at her for a few seconds and Lucy was looking on kind of agog, at this turn of events. Vanessa pressed on:

"This stuff that we've been doing is unconscionable and it's going to stop. I mean no more! It is ended."

The two kids still just stared. Vanessa wanted to press her advantage and went on:

"If need be, I will simply send you back to your father and let Carson sort the two of you out."

She had meant to say more but that was all the farther she got. She had, of course, wondered about Bud's reaction. She was prepared to slap him back as hard as was needed, in order to re-establish what was right. She never thought of the possibility, even the remote possibility of what his true reaction might be.

Bud made a quick move and grabbed the collar of Vanessa's suit jacket. It wasn't buttoned and his grabbing and pulling it caught her off guard, and staggered her, and also stripped the jacket half way down her arms, pinning her arms. His motion of grabbing the jacket also spun Vanessa around, who just let out a little involuntary squeal, as he did it.

The jacket was pinning her arms, and Bud pushed her away from him, sending her staggering across the kitchen, unsteady from the violence of his pushing and the heels that she was wearing.

As she was propelled away from him by the force of the push, Bud grabbed the neckline of Vanessa's blouse and pulled it toward him. The buttons flew in all directions and the blouse was rent open to the waist, exposing Vanessa's beige lace bra.

"Aaaawwwwwk!" Vanessa squeaked, as the blouse was torn open.

She was still staggering from the second violent motion, when he grabbed the jacket again now and pulled it violently downward again. It came off of her, spinning her away from him again, and with his other hand, he ripped the blouse the rest of the way off.

Lucy was watching and grinning broadly.

With Vanessa still off balance, Bud reached down and violently pulled the zipper of her skirt down. At that point Lucy, wanting to be in on the fun of violently stripping 'Blackie' reached in and tugged the skirt down leaving it around her ankles. Then with a swift motion, Lucy had Vanessa's pantyhose down around her ankles also.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Vanessa shrieked, "Don't!!! Don'..."

By then Bud had her firmly by the bra strap across her back and was tugging, pulling almost carrying his flailing former step mother into the garage.

With the puddling of her skirt and panty hose around her ankles, Vanessa could do nothing but squawk and wobble after Bud as best as she could.

He had a firm grip on the bra strap across her back and with his other hand grabbed her by the hair and literally dragged her into the garage.

It was about when she passed the kitchen door that Vanessa began in earnest so say:

"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!"
"Fuckin' Blackie!" Bud growled.
"Dis Blackie is sorry, Massa Bud," Vanessa squealed, as she stumbled and was dragged across the floor.
"Shut the fuck up!" Bud yelled at her, and she went silent immediately.

He had her in the empty part of the garage now and, turning to Lucy, said:

"Luce, get the duct tape from the bench."

Lucy grabbed the duct tape and, with a huge grin, turned to Bud to see what was next and help.

"No fucking clothes for you today, missy!" Bud snarled and violently stripped Vanessa of her lacy bra, throwing it toward the kitchen door.

"Luce, panties!" he said next, reasserting his hold over her by grabbing her by the hair.

Lucy moved quickly and stripped Vanessa of her panties. She looked up at Bud, as she reached for Vanessa's shoes.

Bud nodded 'yes', and said 'every fucking thing!' The shoes were taken off and Vanessa was totally naked.

Bud had a strong hold on Vanessa's hair, and she put her hand up grabbing his wrist to try to ease the hold.

"Luce," he said then, "Use the tape and tape Blackie's hands to her side. Wrap it around a few times."

"Wonderful!" Lucy said and began to apply the tape to the first arm, as Bud said.

Bud yanked on Vanessa's hair, causing her to squeal from the pain, and said harshly:

"Get your fucking hands down at your side, Blackie!"

Vanessa obeyed instantly, allowing Lucy now to tape her hands and arms at her side, immobilizing the hands altogether.

Bud pulled Vanessa's face to his, until it was only an inch or so away. She had a totally frightened look on her face now. He snarled into her face:

"If your hair wasn't so great to grab, we'd shave your fucking head bald, Blackie; do you understand?

She shook her head 'yes' and he bellowed into her face:

"Answer me, nigger bitch!"

"Yasuh!" she drawled, frightened and showing it. "Dis stupid nigger gal got herself in trouble now for sure! Jes did! And I'se so, so sorry!"

"Not enough," he said softly, "But you will be."

"Remember what you taught us, Mom?" Bud said softly. "Punishment and then time to think about what you did? Remember?"

"Sure do, Massa Bud!" she said, her voice tiny and frightened.

"Well, that's the program for our Blackie!" he said. Then turning to his grinning sister, he said:

"Luce, tape her ankles together also."

Lucy did as she was told, and then she applied another band of the duct tape around her chest, just below the slope of her large brown tits.

Vanessa was silent. Her plan had backfired totally but she was aware, painfully aware that this was hotter than anything that her submission to these two had won her yet.

Bud was staring at her, and she said softly:

"I loves the Master and the Missus!"

"Well, Blackie," he said, "You've got to be punished and you've got to learn; there will be no more of this 'I will simply send you back to Carson' shit!

"No mo!" she drawled, "Jes gonna, jes gonna be dis good gal; jes gonna, gonna. Bes' damn nigger dat you ever seed! Best one! You see!"

"We'll make sure that you are!" he said.

"Luce," he said then, "Her mouth, tape it also."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Vanessa moaned, both really frightened and really turned on. She could feel the wetness of her pussy beginning to wet the inner sides of her thighs.

Then the tape was over her mouth and only her wide eyes could express her fright.
"She looks so good this way!" Lucy said.

"She sure does," Bud said, rubbing one of her nipples and then pinching it as hard as he could.

The noise that came through the duct tape in her mouth was loud and satisfying for the two kids.
"Well, the program," Bud said, going to the work bench. "Did some shopping and want to show our Vanessa Mom what we have here."
He retrieved a black handled wand from the bag on the bench and said:
"Know what this is, Blackie?"
Vanessa shook her head 'no'.
"Well," he drawled, "This is part one of a 'Blackie Controller'. Shall I show you how it works?"
Vanessa paused before shaking her head 'yes'. She was close to terror but didn't want to, refused to upset Bud or Lucy any more that morning.

Bud pushed the wand against Vanessa's tit and pushed a button on the wand, sending a jolt of energy from the cattle prod through Vanessa's tit and into her body.

She jumped involuntarily and squealed against the gag.

Lucy laughed. "Did a little dance there!" she said, and Bud joined her in laughter, then applying the cattle prod to the other tit and giving Vanessa another jolt.

They got the same reaction and it left Vanessa almost babbling into the duct tape over her mouth.

"Want to try, Luce?" he asked.

"Love to," she said, and prodded Vanessa in the pussy with the wand, sending a shock into her pubic area, and enjoying the shivering and babbling that she was causing with the wand.

Bud left Lucy there to play with Vanessa and went to the work bench again. Over his shoulder he said: "Now part two of the 'Blackie Controller'."

With that he took out of the bag a long barbecue lighter. He flicked the flame on a few times and walked toward

Vanessa, where Lucy was still shocking the older, bound, naked woman.

Vanessa began to shake her head violently in a 'no' motion. Bud walked up to her and pulled the tape roughly away from her mouth.

"Is it back to Carson with us?" he asked softly.

Vanessa didn't hesitate now: "Dis gal, dis nigger gal is da servant and she jes wants to serve and not make any fuss, no fuss at all! Dat's the truth of it, Massa, jes da truth."

"Good, girl," Bud said, "Then we'll conclude our little exercise once you have asked me politely to burn you with this lovely little wand."

"Wow!" Lucy whispered.

But Vanessa, held in thrall by her fear, anticipation of the pain coming and the absolute sexual thrill of what was happening, and vowing, vowing to herself to not worry about this until the end of the summer, spoke the words she didn't really want to:

"Massa Bud, Miz Lucy, dis gal is so sorry; jes doan know what entered dis black head! Jes doan know. Ah knows too dat what I done goan get me a punishment, and Ah knows dat dis punishment goan be strong and strict, and

Ah knows dat I needs it, Ah do. You jes use dat dere wand and take the flame to dis Blackie o' yours ta show, jes ta show her dat dis ain't goan be what kind o' actin' dat dis Blackie goan ta be allowed, no how! You jes use dat nasty thing and make dis gal, think on it."

At the end of this speech, Vanessa was on the verge of crying.

Bud said to her severely: "Blackie, we're not going to have this constant waffling and back and forth; we're not going to have any more of this sending anyone off to Carson. I'm going to use this and then give you time to think about all this. But no more back sliding, girl!"

The lesson was fairly complete for Vanessa. She realized that, reality or no, she was sunk in this kind of relationship here and liked it. She would push away from her as quickly as possible those dark thoughts of what should or shouldn't be happening; she would function, as they want, in a way that pleased her so much, in this 'now'.

Then he burned her. Lucy had applied some duct tape to her mouth, and Bud, standing behind her, applied the flame to the edge of the crack of her ass.

Once she realized it, felt it, Vanessa was on her tip toes, dancing around and shrieking into the duct tape gag.

He flipped the lighter on again and ran the flame up one side of her ass crack and down the other!
Vanessa was frantic, her arms strapped to her waist and her ankles bound together. Lucy had to steady her twice to keep her from just falling to the floor.

Bud paused and looked at the terror and absolute submission in his former step mother's eyes. He looked a long time and said very softly:

"Vanessa Mom, you really like this!"

It wasn't a question; it was a statement and she blinked her eyes twice to say 'yes', doing it without hesitation.

"Good, then we understand each other!" he came back to her.

She blinked a 'yes' again.

Then Bud said softly: "Just a few more burns?"

She shook her head 'no' but very, very quickly blinked her eyes twice and nodded her head 'yes'.

"Good girl!" he cooed to her, "That's our good Blackie! Brave Blackie!"

He switched the lighter on again, this time running it up to her nipple as she watched horrified, shaking her head 'no' vigorously.

"Oh, that train's left the station, Blackie!" he said, holding the flame to a nipple briefly.

Lucy had to hold her, as she writhed, and jumped and babbled behind the gag over her mouth.

"One more," Bud said, "And then it's the 'think about it' phase."

He had all of Vanessa's wide eyed attention, as he moved the flickering flame in the direction of the other nipple, holding the flame to the nipple long enough to send the bound woman into another kind of dance of pain.

Her cries against the tape over her mouth were frantic at that point and she was crying full out, when he declared that the punishment part of their proceedings was done.

"Luce," he said to his sister, "Get me a blanket from the linen closet."

Lucy went off to get the blanket and was back in a few minutes with it. Bud left Vanessa to stand where she was, as he went to prepare what he had in mind or her next.

"Don't go away, Vanessa Mom," he said with mock humor, leaving her standing in the garage space.

She watched him with growing dismay as he cleared boxes and rubber maid type tubs from the floor beneath an overhanging shelf. Soon, Lucy returned with the blanket and was amused by the space that Bud had cleared beneath the shelf.

"You're not!" Lucy exclaimed, when she realized what he had in mind.

"I sure as hell am!" he answered her. "Remember her rule is to spend some time thinking about it. And this is

Blackie own private 'think about it' place. Now help me get her down here onto the blanket."

Vanessa was shaking her head 'no' furiously and babbling at a great rate into the duct tape over her mouth. She only subsided, when Bud pinched one of her sore nipples. They got her onto the floor and onto the blanket and he proceeded to wrap her up in the blanket. Then he pushed the blanket wrapped woman under the shelf that he'd cleared, with her lying on the floor, only her face exposed.

Bud got busy then and replaced the boxes and containers so that the only thing that was showing in the depth of the space, behind boxes and tubs, was Vanessa's face, the tape in place.

He looked down at her and said: "Now you think about it for a while. Come on, Lucy."

Lucy blew Vanessa a kiss, as they went toward the door to the kitchen and turned the light out in the garage, plunging the mostly hidden submissive black woman into darkness.

"Genius!" Lucy said enthusiastically, when they got into the kitchen.

"I knew it would happen," he answered. "It's as though she couldn't not do it, rebel, I mean, and I figured that we had to be ready for that."

"How long?" she asked.

"Well, I've got stuff to do; so maybe, we'll visit her at about noon and see how she's doing."

"I called her in sick at work," Lucy said.

"Good," was his reply.

They went off to the things that they had planned for the day, and Vanessa, in her hidey hole in the garage, simply lay there and thought. Eventually, with almost no choice she even slept. She was, however, awake and with it, when the kitchen door opened and she watched Bud come into the garage and across the room to where she was stashed.

She blinked her eyelids in a vain 'hello', as he came nearer and was relieved, when he removed the tape from her mouth.

"Thank you, Massa Bud," she said softly, "Dis nigger gal is so sorry; doan know properly what was on ma mind, jes doan know, Massa. You goan forgive yo Nessa? Please, Massa Bud? Please, dis gal, dis Blackie o' yours says."

Bud liked the pleading and prodded his bound former step mother:

"Tell me why you're here, Nessa," he said, Using Vanessa's play name now.

"Ah's here 'cause I misthought myself into making dat fuss! And dat wasn't good thinkin' for dis Nessa, dis Blackie!

Goan be content to be what ah is here wid you, wid Miz Lucy. Goan be dis good Blackie gal and do what she's tol' to do, and no mo o' dis fussen and sayin' what ain't goan happen and what is goan' happen. Doan have no mo thoughts about sendin' no one back to dat Carson; doan have those thoughts nohow."

"Good, girl!" Bud said.

"Can dis gal come out free, Massa Bud?" she asked politely.

"I don't think so yet," Bud said.

"No, ah guess not," Vanessa said then. "She got dis lesson ta learn now and she goan learn it for sure; you all'll see, Massa Bud."

By the end of her declaration, Vanessa was crying with the misery of it. She then struggled to go on:

"Maybe my Massa Bud need to take dis bad assed Blackie and hurt her some mo; show dis damn head strong gal what's what! Use dat wicked lighter thing on her black ass. Use dat cattle prod thing; show dis black pig gal how to act and how not to act."

"Maybe I should," Bud said. "But later."

"Later!" she echoed, trying to be extra good and cooperative. "Sound good!"

"Right now I have this in mind," Bud continued, and shuffled nearer to Vanessa's exposed face. When he was close enough, he unzipped his shorts and fished out his stiff cock.

"You so good, Massa Bud," she said actually smiling now. "You goan give yo Nessa dis treat, dis goodie and she so bad."

"Gonna feed my black pig," he said enjoying the humor of his analogy.

"Dat's right, Massa Bud," she said smiling up at him and then went into a series of "Oink, oink, oink!" sounds to show him that she appreciated what he'd called her also. It caused Bud to laugh and he brought his cock close to her face.

As bound up as she was, she was certainly at his disposal. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed his prick into the back of her mouth, with her tightening her lips around the shaft. He worked at fucking her mouth until he came, with Vanessa swallowing as quickly as she could.

"Ah thank you, Massa," she drawled to him, as he took his cock out of her mouth. "Jes goan show you my gratitude, when you think ah's ready to be let go. Doan gonna do none o' that rebellion shit nohow, no more."

"Good girl," he said and put tape over her mouth again, and left her there.

She lay there enveloped in her own kind of darkness with voices assuring her that this is a problem of her own making, proceeding from her own choices. The inner voice insisted that the reason that she agreed to this summer at all was to get the kids here and let them treat her like a second class citizen, like a servant. She knew that she hoped to put up with that and build on it for a summer of powerful sex fantasies in the privacy of her room.

"Now this, girl!" she said frequently, "Now this!"

And Vanessa had no answer for that at all, just now answer, and her shame was that, while realizing that she'd 'made her own bed' in this instance, she loved what was happening. She was wet all the time about it. Her 'rebellion', as she thought of it now, seemed distant, far away.

She said to herself over and over again: "You be the good girl, nessa! You be that good girl!"

And her decision, contrary to anything that was reasonable or proper was to do exactly that: be the good girl for Bud, her recognized master.

She was in the middle of this kind of reverie, when she heard voices. She snapped out of her mental fugue and opened her eyes, when the garage lights came on. It was Bud, who looked at her and nodded slightly, as soon as he was in the garage. He was accompanied by two of his friends.
"So where's your foxy sister, pal?" one asked.
"Off with some girl friend for the afternoon," Bud said.
"Too bad," came the same voice, "We were hoping to get a feel!" He cackled after he said it.
"In your fucking dreams!" Bud answered to that, joining the laugh.
"Hey, but what a great idea!" the other said, and then asked in earnest: "Could you arrange that for us?"
Bud answered with slyness in his voice:
"Are you kidding."
Then Bud paused and the first one asked another question:
"But where's your step Momma?"
"Yeah," the second one continued, and said: "Is it true she's a, you know, a nigger?"

He almost whispered the latter question.

Vanessa, in her hidden position, felt a jolt of a kind of thrill, at the language that the kid used in talking about her.

"You let me go, Massa Bud," she thought, "And I goan show you what kind o' nigger this gal is!"

"Yeah, she is," Bud answered, "Old Blackie is a pretty one too! She's the one you should want to feel up, not flat chested Lucy! Blackie has big tits and a nice round ass."

"How do you know that?" one challenged him.

"I live here;" he said, "I know."

"Bull shitter!" came the voice of the first one.

Vanessa immediately had an instinct to protect her master and wished that he'd let her free.

"I show them who's talkin' truth and who's not!" she said to herself.

Bud barked a laugh at that and said:

"Tell you what guys! Blackie is in this room; find her and you get to have your feel and maybe even blow jobs!"

In a disgusted tone of voice, the one came back with: "Bud, you are the biggest bullshitter on earth..."

He was interrupted by the surprised voice of the other kid:

"What the fuck! Is that a face? I mean over there under those shelves?" He was so startled that his voice was almost squeaking.

"Got her!" Bud said, turning to the other one to show him also.

"Fuck me!" the skeptic said. "That is someone's face." He turned to Bud and said:

"What the fuck?"

Bud laughed and said: "Simple, Blackie was a bad girl and is being punished for it."

"Far out!" said the skeptic then.

"Give me a little room here," he said to them and they backed off, and he began to move the boxes away from under the shelf to free Vanessa from her prison.

With some difficultly, he hauled his naked, bound former step mother out of the space into which he and Lucy had stashed her so many hours before.

She was so relieved to be brought out of her isolation that her nose was running and she was crying almost full out.

He stopped what he was doing and said to her in a severe voice:

"Blackie, you chose to act out and do that rebellion crap, and only got what you deserve; you know that..."

She shook her head 'yes', for a large part of her inner voice at that point was telling her precisely the same thing.

"Now if you keep crying like a fuckin' baby," he want on, "I'm gonna simply put you back in the hole."

Here eyes were wide at this and she nodded her head vigorously to show that she understood what he was saying.

A wave of almost euphoria swept over her as he began to take off the restraining tape from her arms, hand and feet.

She realized then that he really was going to let her go and she was determined, absolutely determined to show him that it was the right thing for him to do.

He took his handkerchief and wiped her nose with it. She blinked her eyes twice to show that she appreciated it.

"Welcome, Blackie!" he said.

"Blackie," came a voice from one of the other kids.

"Yes," Bud answered, "It's our pet name for Vanessa Mom."

"Does she like it?" was the next question.

"Well," Bud said, "I'll get this tape off and you ask her."

But when the tape came off and Vanessa was finally free, she had already decided on the first order of business.

She went immediately to her knees and began to almost croon to Bud:

"Thank you, thank you, Massa Bud, for showin' yo' Blackie the wickedness of her ways! You take sech good car o' dis gal!"

Saying it she slid to her knees and then had her face near the floor and, to the astonishment of the two kids watching every naked move that she made, but to Bud's delight, she began to kiss and lick his shoes.

"Good girl!" he said, patting her head, and getting a beaming smile from her.

"Gonna show you!" she crooned, "Jes, gonna! Show my Massa Bud!"

"Why the hell does she talk that way?" one kid asked.

"Shut the fuck up or leave!" Bud said and there was silence again.

Meanwhile, Vanessa, her face at Bud's shoe level, continued her adulation. She worked her way around, all the way around one of his shoes, constantly working and cleaning with her tongue. Then she went to the other shoe.

She smiled up at his beaming face, as she went to the second shoe. Then she licked it clean also. But when she was done with the second shoe, she had another notion, like the first and one that she obeyed.

"If you doan mind, Massa Bud!' she said.

"No, girl, you go on!" Bud said.

The two onlookers were simply astounded at these developments.

Vanessa shifted just a bit and picked one of Bud's feet up at the ankle.He held onto her head to steady himself and she began to lick off the sole of his shoe, to clean it.

Bud laughed, and said: "Well, Blackie, girl, you've finally got it! That's the girl."

Vanessa gave him a grin and went to the sole of the other shoe, showing the same subservience with her tongue in the cleaning.

When she was done, she sat back on her heels and smiled at him, saying:

"Thank you, Massa Bud for letting me go! And, Massa Bud, I thanks you for lettin'' me show you dis way what a good girl I intends to be!"

Bud turned to the other two and grinned at them, who were still wide eyed, surveying constantly her magnificent nakedness.

Bud said: "Petey and Ray, this is my former step mom, Vanessa. We call her just Blackie."

"I'se pleased to make your acquaintance," Vanessa said softly.

Then Bud said to her: "Blackie, they want to know why you talk that way."

"I'se a nigger slave gal here and dat's jus' kind of nigger talk," she said, smiling at the two boys.

Bud went on then: "You guys like the way that our Blackie looks today?"

"Wow!" was the first comment that was made and it was followed by a "I guess 'Wow'!" from the other.

"Now, guys," Bud went on, "I want to show you something. She does what she's told, don't you, Blackie?"

"Sho do, Massa Bud!" she said brightly.

"Or what happens?" Bud asked ominously.

"Or else dis gal goes into da hole!" she said softly, head down.

"Right!" he said, and, turning to the two kids, said, tell her to do something.

One of them plunged right in and said: "Blackie, stand up."

She glanced at Bud and he shook his head slightly 'no'. She did nothing.

"I just want to show you," he said, "That she responds only to me. If either of you come sniffing around, when I'm not here, all you'll get is trouble."

They both nodded their heads. He spoke softly to her:

"What happened here today?"

"Dis gal got uppity with her Massa Bud!" Vanessa said.

"Right and what happened then?" Bud asked.

"Massa Bud took her in hand; jes took dose clothes offin her and stripped her down naked like dis Blackie is supposed to be."

"But still naked in front of my friends?" Bud asked.

"If dat's what my Massa Bud wants, den dats what dis Blackie is gonna be," she went on, totally lost in her slave persona.

"What happened next, Blackie?" he asked patiently.

"Blackie got shocked and burned and she deserved it, she did!" Vanessa said next.

"And?" Bud prompted.

"Den Blackie was put into da hole dere and left to think about what she did," she went on.

"And have you?" He wanted to know.

"Oh, Massa Bud, dis gal has; I'se so sorry for how I acted and dat rebellion shit! Oops! Sorry, Massa, my language."

"It's okay, girl; we'll take care of that later," was Bud's reply.

"So, now we'll show my friends here, the way it actually is; what you're like; shall we?"

"Oh, yes, Massa Bud!" Vanessa said, still kneeling in front of him.

He went on:

"Are you my 'pain pig'?" He asked.

"Sure am, Massa Bud;" she said. "Dis Blackie gets the beatins and likes the pain, jes like the pig she is!"

"Good girl!" he said to her.

At this point Vanessa was slightly quivering from these developments and the heady humiliation that she was allowing and what she was admitting to be.

"Are you any other kind of pig, Blackie?" Bud wanted to know.

"I'se whatever kind o' pig dat dis Massa Bud needs!" she said, Then to the watching kids' utter delight, Vanessa began to snuffle around Bud's shoes and make pig noises. She almost came right there from the intensity of the humiliation.

"So, Blackie gal, let's show them how this works."

"Ya suh!" she answered.

"Now, Blackie," Bud went on then, "Lift your head and open your mouth wide."

She instantly did as she was told. Bud looked down at the beautiful kneeling black woman, whose nakedness was almost shining. He leaned in to her and spit into her mouth.

There was an audible sigh from Blackie, who immediately thanked Bud for using her like she was supposed to be used.

"Holy shit!" was the comment from the two kids in the back of the room.

"Shall I do that again, Blackie?" Bud asked.

"I'd be favored if'n you would, Massa," she said, "But you gots to decide what you goan do; yo Blackie is only dis receptacle, only dat, Massa."

Bud spit into the willing woman's mouth again, and again she swallowed.

"Okay, girl," Bud said then. "One more thing that I want to do to show what's real around here. You open wide now, girl."

"Goan do dat!" was her soft answer and she opened her mouth wide to him.

She smiled at him, as she watched him open his shorts and take out his prick. The returning smile on his face was huge.

But her attitude turned into a long uttered groan, as Bud began to piss in his former step mother's mouth, and she, after her initial reaction, took it willingly, capturing his pissing prick in her mouth.

"My piss pig, Blackie!" he said, and she slightly nodded her head, still busy with his pissing. She also cleaned his cock, licking it off, when he was done.

Then Bud turned to his two gaping friends:

"You see, that's the way it is with our Blackie here. Her choice. I just guide her choosing at times. Don't I, Blackie baby?"

"Yes, Massa Bud," she answered quietly.

Bud smiled at his two friends then. "Come on," he said to the two of them, "I told you that if you found her, you'd get to feel her up."

"Really?" they both wanted to know then.

"Really!"

He turned to his former step mom and said, in a severe tone of voice:

"Stand up and hands in the air, Blackie!"

She obeyed instantly, moaning, knowing what was coming and the fact that she wasn't inclined just then to do anything about it. She stood in the attitude that he wanted with her arms in the air, waiting.

There were only two of them but suddenly she seemed to be totally surrounded by them. One of them was fascinated by her jutting ass cheeks and stood behind her rubbing his hands over the surface of her ass.

The other was in front, and had stranger, stronger things in mind. He was staring at her, and said a soft: "Hi, Blackie! Like to be played with?"

"Yasuh," she answered, "Dis Blackie likes to be played with, when her Massa Bud says that it's okay."

"Lovely mouth, nigger!" he said next.

"Thank you, suh," she said.

He reached into her open mouth with his fingers, two of them, pushing the fingers to the back of her mouth and almost causing her to gag. Then he dragged the fingers out pulled at her cheeks to spread them wide.

"Cock sucker's mouth!" he said to her, and she nodded.

"Piss drinking pig's mouth!" he said next, and she nodded again, for now he was filling her mouth with three of his fingers, moulded together like a cock.

"Is that appropriate?" he asked, innocently, "An important, professional woman like you drinking piss like a common pig? I think that you should explain yourself; what do you say, Bud?"

"Precisely, tell them, Vanessa Mom!"

The fingers were taken out of her mouth then to let her talk, and she, casting a glance at Bud, who was smiling, said, but in her normal tone:

"Yes, it is strange," here she winced, since he'd grasped a nipple and was pinching it, and behind the kid was forcing a finger up her ass.

"But it's what I love; I mean being the slave..." she hesitated, wincing again at the next nipple pain.

The kid behind her said: "She's so much fun to play with, Bud!"

"Go on," the one in front said to her, pinching her nipple harder to get her talking.

"Yes, yes," she panted, "It's not just the sex; I love the sex but a ... a nigger slave like me needs to be used in ways that are, kind of consistent with the pig that she is, and when Master Bud uses me that way: spits in my mouth, or pisses, using me as his pig, it sets the seal on who I'm allowing myself to be. I wish that I could explain this compulsion better, this, oh this need that is so often on me, and I will say that it rests, is idle, if no one is around to really take advantage of my tendencies, my needs, but Master Bud, knows, he knows well and I am his to use."

As she ended this little declaratory speech, she was close to tears, driven there by the reality that she was admitting about herself. But the reaction of Bud and his two friends was otherwise. The three of them cheered at the speech, as Bud nodded and a hand on her shoulder forced her to kneel to serve in the next way that the two kids wanted.

Both of them were extremely eager, as they approached the kneeling, naked woman, so much older than they but purely and totally, in that setting, their prey.

The one who'd been pinching her nipples spoke to her softly and said:

"Mouth open, Blackie! If you're a cock pig, then get that mouth open and show us how you do your stuff."

"Yas, suh," she said lapsing back into her patois. He slapped her face then, almost shouting at her:

"No one asked you to speak, girl! I said open your mouth, and do your serving thing."

The tears were visible on Vanessa's face by then but her mouth was open wide. She knew better than to try to close her eyes. She kept those focused on the kid standing in front of her, releasing his prick from his pants.

She took it, as she always did. (These were the words that were swirling around in her head, as the small, stiff cock entered her mouth.) She dutifully clamped her lips around it and held on to it tightly, as he began to move his hips back and forth to fuck her face.

"Jeez," the one standing and waiting said, "Look at her suck cock!"

"Yeah," Bud said, "She's so good at it but Blackie has had lots of practice lately."

By then the first kid was cumming; it had been fast but he was so excited by what had been happening that there was no way he'd last long. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, as soon as he began to cum, and, as a result, came all over Vanessa's face, and her hair, and down on her pointy chocolate tits.

She moaned a 'thank you' and then the other kid, younger, more nervous and quite as eager, was in front of her. He lasted even a shorter time and again covered Vanessa's face and hair with cum.

She sighed and sat back on her heels but Bud clicked his fingers at her and said:

"Blackie, get over here."

In that part of the garage was a drain in the floor. She crawled to where he'd indicated and knelt there waiting, as Bud went to the sink on the common wall with the kitchen and filled a pail with water.

"Massa Bud?" she said, unsure of what was next.

"Shut up!" Bud growled over his shoulder. "I'll be right there."

Vanessa was quiet, as she'd been told and waited. Bud came across the floor with the bucket of water, cold water, and dumped it over her head, while she spluttered and shivered with the cold.

"Clean you off, Blackie, you're a mess," Bud said, going for another bucket of water.

Both of the guys watching were laughing at the shivering form of the naked woman, as Bud poured another bucket of water over her head to clean her.

Then Bud went to a laundry line in the laundry room and came back with a towel for Vanessa.

"Dry yourself, Blackie!" he said simply and she nodded and proceeded to do that.

When she was done drying, she waited again. Bud, grinning, turned to his friends and said:

"Well?"

"Too cool for words," the one said. The other had a notion and asked:

"Bud, do you think that we could spank her?"

Bud laughed: "Our Blackie loves pain. She'd have a ball if you did."

"Okay," he ordered, "Blackie, get up. Hands in the air, over your head."

Vanessa scrambled to her feet and stood erect with her hands in the air, as told. Bud then proceeded to tape her wrists together and took her to the back of the garage, where they had suspended a chain from a hook in the ceiling. He fixed her taped wrists to the chain and it had the effect of hanging Vanessa from the ceiling of the garage, with her toes and feet barely touching the floor.

Bud went in front of Vanessa and said to her: "Okay, Blackie, ask my friends in a very nice and polite fashion, to paddle your black ass; tell them what a hog you are, what a pig and ask nicely for them to beat your ass."

"Yasuh!" she said simply, forming her lips into a kiss, which Bud acknowledged by putting his hand up to her lips and letting her kiss his hand.

"Thank you, Massa Bud!" she said softly. Then she turned her face to the other kids and said:

"My Massa Bud, he know me so well," she began. "He know how dis Blackie likes the pain, how she get dat thrill, when dose nipples be pinched. And, Massa Petey and Massa Ray, dis Blackie she jes a plain ol' hog, dat all and dat truth. Jes a plain ol' pig, she be. You goan please dis Blackie some if you take to beatin' by black ass, like de Massa say. You jes goan please dis Blackie den."

The two of them were cackling as she finished. She looked at Bud who nodded to her and then went to the work bench. He came back with two ping pong paddles.

Vanessa sucked in her breath, when she saw the paddles.

"Problem, girl?" Bud demanded to know.

"No such thing, Massa," she said quickly. "Dis Blackie jes lookin' for a warmed black ass is all, honey Massa."

Bud turned to his two friends and said:

"Okay, here it is. You get to beat her ass now; each of you will get five swings with a paddle and then we're done here."
The younger of the two, Petey, hit Vanessa's ass rather quickly, and also pretty hard. He was grinning full out, as he handed the paddle back to Bud.
Ray took his time. He hit Vanessa's ass with the first blow and it was severe. She jumped and made a squealing noise.
"Like your noises, girl," he said. "Now ask for the next one."
"Sure will, young Massa," Vanessa intoned to him, "You jes give yo' Blackie another one now and she goan like it."
He proceeded and each of his blows with the ping pong paddle were harder than the one before. By the time that Ray was finished, Vanessa was sobbing from the spanking. Her ass was sore but the heat spread throughout her body. She looked at Bud with hardly veiled eyes. Their eyes connected and Bud proceeded to get rid of his two friends.

"Listen, both of you," he said. "Any word of this leaks out and it doesn't happen ever again, and what is more. I'll see that you get your asses kicked!"

"No prob, bro!" Ray said and Petey agreed.

Then the two of them thanked Bud and, with a last glance at Vanessa, still hanging where she'd been, they left.

Bud was quickly back. She was looking at the door, waiting for him to enter. When she saw him come in, she spoke softly:

"Bud, please!" That's all that she managed to get out but he understood. He was taking his shorts off and his underwear quickly.

"Tell me, Blackie, what happened and what didn't happen here."

"Well, I got my ass beat, and I treated your friends to blow jobs but no one, no one took care of me. Will you please? Bud? I'm begging you here!" she said, her tone normal but pleading.

His answer was to step up to her and grab her around the waist, pulling her hips to him. Her pussy was already wet from all that had happened and her anticipation. He slid his cock into her and she let out another squeal.

"Love dis!" she said, losing her self in the language again. "Love did, Massa!"

Vanessa repeated the phrase over and over and over, as Bud fucked her.

Lucy was home that evening. She said she'd be in time for supper. As she got into the house, she listened and could hear Vanessa in the kitchen and then met Bud, coming from the kitchen.

"How was it today?" she asked simply.

Bud went before her into the kitchen, where Vanessa, looking over her shoulder greeted Lucy politely. Vanessa was at the stove, standing naked and cooking.

"I decided that she shouldn't wear clothes any more today."

Lucy grinned and nodded.

"And," Bud went on. "The rebellion is over."

The End

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