The Family Feud IV

Chapter One

Slut Games

STAR COUNT:

WENDY: 43

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 1,3,0,0,0

JAMIE: 51

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 4,3,0,0,0

“Yes Sir, actually I’d prefer to clean your house in the nude.” Jamie smiled at the old man as he ate up her playful fibs. She had just finished mowing, trimming and edging his yard in the skimpy bikini her mother wore to the pool party last night.

She stepped completely out of it and thought she might give him a heart attack as he looked her naked form up and down. “I really appreciate you giving me a chance to earn some money today and I don’t want to mess up my bikini.”

It was a coy little game she was playing with the old man. He had hired her to mow his lawn, “Just like she did Waxerman’s.” and now she was going to clean his house. She knew she wasn’t just here to clean up and mow grass. The house was immaculate and the lawn well groomed by a retired man with nothing but time on his hands to maintain his house. She was here to be his entertainment and when she finished mopping his floors she was going to have to think of a coy way to offer to suck his dick so he didn’t feel like he was hiring a whore and instead it was just his lucky day.

He had a delicate ego and sensibility, and being too vulgar and too forward would only scare him off. Chris wanted him as a repeat customer. They needed him as a repeat customer, because they were dead broke and most of the things her father had bought this past weekend weren’t returnable.

“Oh, I hope you don’t get offended, but I am going to have to bend over to clean under your table.” She smiled demurely.

“Should I turn my head and leave you to it?” The nice old gentleman asked politely.

“If you like, although I do appreciate your company…..” Jamie wriggled for the old man as she went through with the charade of pretending it was no big deal to clean in the nude and that there wasn’t some sexual interest to it. She smiled at him innocently and listened to his deep sigh as he probably imagined what he’d do to her if he were a few years younger.

“I hope you don’t think I am perverted or naughty to be cleaning your house this way, Sir?” She flashed her baby-blues at him and watched him wriggle uncomfortably to answer that he thought it was perfectly natural.. It was shaping up to be an interesting Sunday for Jamie Taylor.

WELCOME BACK:

If you haven’t read Family Feud I, II and III this is the fourth and most likely final installment in the Taylor’s epic tale of a family and it’s journey into discipline, blackmail, betrayal, love, loss and bondage.

Aristotle says there are some rules to telling a good tragedy. I suppose the difference between tragedy and comedy is really just perspective - If it is happening to someone else, or to you.

The first of Aristotle’s story telling rules is Hamartia - an error in judgment. In Family Feud I the Taylor Women attempt to control the Taylor men by embarrassing them into working out and eating right. They are lazy, aimless, and petty, but happy in their rut.

The second is Hubris

- arrogance, excessive, self-pride and self-confidence. The girls are successful, positive, witty but completely full of themselves and their lives. The mother Wendy is obsessed with a career, exercise and as a mother going behind everyone else and making sure they do what she thinks they should do. The daughter Jamie, throws herself into cheerleading, dance and honors club extra-curricular activities at school and ignores her brother just like all of the others in the in crowd do, not even defending him when they make fun of him.

The Taylor family was really four individuals living in one house at the start of Family Feud I and by the end, with the women in control, they have taken their first awkward step towards a path of self-discovery.

In Family Feud II we begin to see the emergence of the next two lessons of Aristotle in storytelling. The Anagnorisi -moment of discovery; epiphany as they realize the path they have all been following takes them apart from each other. The Peripeteia

- change of fortune for the hero contrary to audience's expectations follows as the girls agree that they deserve ‘payback’ at the hands of the men and they all begin to change in ways they could not have expected.

After essentially cuckolding the men by treating them as house pets in Family Feud I – the women get their comeuppance. The tables turn and the Men get to set the rules. The women agree to this in part because they genuinely feel guilty and want to give the men a chance at payback.

The men had never been organized or good at planning, but they set elaborate rules and limits in place to assure the girls that while it won’t be pleasant there will be structure to the rules. In the process, Bill Taylor (the father) establishes his own core value system and along with Chris Taylor (the son) they put the girls through a crucible of pain, humiliation and discipline which seems to only strengthen their resolve to each earn “100 stars” and complete the ‘education’ program that Bill has laid out for them.

I can’t possibly go into all the details about everything that happens in Family Feud II and III, but I will tell you that the final lesson of Aristotle in storytelling is Catharsis - purifying or figurative cleansing of the emotions and there is plenty more of all five elements of storytelling to come. You could read about their adventures at the County Fair, Tattoo Parlor, School, Work, Pool Parties and follow along in their journey from the beginning or you could begin your adventure here.

The girls are almost half way through finishing their ‘education’ and giving the men their payback for the hardships they put them through. They have altered their lives irreparably by getting tattooed, pierced and at school and work they have done compromising things that can seriously affect them as a result, but in each of these things the women had choices and they accepted the potential consequences that may accompany them.

It is Sunday afternoon and the family has just realized they are dead broke after a long, gluttonous spending spree.

The Cast-

There is a “Guide” or Family Feud Companion that goes into the main characters, secondary characters, easter eggs hidden in the story, and the published rules of the Taylor Family.

If you are new to the story and just want a short introduction to the Taylors:

Bill Taylor- Bill was a football star in high school but now that he is in his early forties he has let himself go a little. He has a little bit of a pot belly and he is unemployed. He isn’t a perfect person, but in the past few weeks he has come a long way in accepting responsibility for the things he does and striving to remove obstacles in his and his family’s life rather than blaming life for putting them there. He can be petty, selfish and often enjoys silence or the solitude of watching sports/playing computer games. But in the past week alone he has started to evolve a bit of a swagger with his confidence in being the boss over his wife and daughter at home.

Chris Taylor-

You might call him the chubby, lovable loser. The kind of kid who is smart and when he applies himself to something, he can really excel. The problem was he never felt like applying himself to things that other people wanted him too. Nerd, Geek, he had been called every name in the book.

This past week he had started to set up his mom and sister on dates with his nerdy friends and as his popularity rose with them he also started to understand that with authority comes responsibility. He has a very, some would say, ‘sick’ sense of humor and he often says things that shock people but usually makes them laugh.

Chris might make you think of Chris from the cartoon “Family Guy”, but he is quick to point out he was like this long before the cartoon ever appeared on television.

Wendy Taylor – She had been all knees and elbows back in High School but she blossomed when she went to college. She also had the help of a plastic surgeon to implant perfect breasts. She focused on her career and exercise instead of being a home maker and soon found herself the soul bread winner as she climbed the corporate ladder. Wendy could best be described physically as a cross between the actresses Connie Britton, Jamie Lee Curtis and Katy Segall in Sons of Anarchy.

Jamie Taylor - Blonde, Blue eyes, tall and slender, she was a head cheerleader at Cherry Lawn High. She seems bubbly, vivacious and positive and often comes across like a ‘goody two shoes’. She is a bit of a ‘rule follower’ and it bothers her on some level when rules are applied unfairly or ignored even if they don’t bode well for her. She has several piercings (and a tattoo) just like her mother except when she got hers they were set very high and tight and she has been under a constant state of heightened arousal ever since, that has been sending her brain messages about doing naughty things she would never have considered. Jamie could best be described as a cross between singer Taylor Swift and actress Aimee Teegarden.

EARLIER THAT MORNING:

Wendy and Jamie had been caged together for the first time the night before. Bill had purchased a large black lacquered dog crate and set it up in the living room. He lined it with newspaper (in case either of them had to pee in the middle of the night) and after his nightly affirmation session with them locked them both in and flicked out the light to go upstairs to his comfortable bed.

The girls weren’t gagged or cuffed as they so often had been, and could actually sit up with their backs against the cold metal cage. They talked for a while about things that had been on their mind. Jamie was concerned she may just be kicked out of school for the stunt she had pulled at the last half-time show and the two enjoyed sharing each other’s problems until it was time to sleep.

There was not enough room to lie flat, and as they had often been tied together at night, it seemed logical that they curl up in a ‘spoon’ position. In part, because Bill kept the front room a frosty 69 degrees and the two were naked and cold. The Air conditioning return air vent was in the living room and it tended to get coldest there before any other part of the house.

When dawn broke, Chris awoke them by yelling in their faces to scare them as he often did and let them out of their cage. He ordered them to ‘heel’ behind him as he led them upstairs to shower and use the litter box. He enjoyed watching his Sister and Mom take a shit and piss like animals and after a full week, he was still excited every morning by this daily ritual.

“You are gonna be pissing on the lawn if you get kicked out of school tomorrow.” Chris sounded happy that his sister may be spending time outside. Her deal with her father was if she got kicked out of school, she’d be spending her time outside with the family dog Roscoe in the fenced in backyard.

“Yes Sir, you don’t have to seem so happy about it.” She could give him a lemony smile and a sarcastic reply when they were being casual and goofing around. The gallows humor and banter between them added some much needed levity to what might seem like a very twisted and sadistic morning ritual.

Chris didn’t leave his mom out of this banter. As she tried to shit over the litter box he made her laugh by saying “Sick, it looks like when you mix up all the colors of play-doh and pump it through one of those squeeze molds!”

“Sir, please.” She stifled a laugh as if to imply she was having a hard enough time doing this to keep a straight face.

The morning ritual continued downstairs as the girls made breakfast for the guys, shaved and waited for inspection before eating. They usually got to share a single hot dog, which they ate by each starting on one end and meeting with their lips in the center. Bill called it “Team work” but they also knew it turned him on to watch them eat this way. This passed for ‘routine’ or ‘normal’ now that they had done it enough times around each other every morning for the last week.

There was no denying the entire morning ritual was designed to humiliate the women but also entertain the men. It was almost like a mathematical equation, the more of one you had, the more of the other went along with it.

Bill was still worried about the bills and he had been reviewing them all morning on the kitchen table (when he wasn’t making Wendy and Jamie’s life hell). He even told Chris to go easy on the food because every little bit was going to be needed this week. They had a lot of bills coming due and he wasn’t sure how he was going to pay them.

He had splurged on BDSM gear, sexy outfits, pet store stuff, electronics and some purchases he didn’t even want to mention. He knew this mess was in a large part his own creation but he was not going to retreat into fantasy land and get online and start playing his computer games. He was going to come up with a solution.

His first idea was to finally have that yard sale he had been wanting. He wanted to get rid of all the junk and bric-a-brac they had accumulated as a family over the last twenty years but he also wanted to find a way to tie this into his training of the girls. He gave the matter some thought while he and his son coaxed the girls through their morning chores of feeding the dogs, shaving each other’s bodies and preparing themselves for an inspection and affirmation.

The inspection was the usual running hands all over their bodies to check for hair stubble and any imperfection. Chris usually took a deep smell and made a joke about tuna or salmon. Chris and Bill took turns doing it and where Bill was no-nonsense get it done and check, he was also much rougher. He’d tug on his daughter’s ear or slap the ass or tits to measure how well they jiggled. Bill would yank on their hair to see how healthy it was and usually stick one finger up both asses simultaneously at the very end. “This is to make sure you completely took a shit and aren’t going to ask later and waste my time.” It was rare they found anything the girls had to be punished over, no matter how meticulously they looked. Wendy and Jamie knew that no matter how often they got inspected it would always be this way.

Bill took more time this morning with the inspection since it was Sunday morning and the girls didn’t have to rush to school and work. He began the affirmations during the inspection by asking his daughter, “Jamie, is your cunt wet?”

“Yes Sir” she answered with a trace of embarrassment. She knew her mom had been well aware her pussy was glistening with her juices when she was shaved but it still made her twinge to admit it out loud. Her body was constantly being aroused by the new exotic signals it was getting from the piercings that she had recently received.

“You don’t expect me to stand here with a wet finger do you?” Bill waited for his daughter to dutifully open her mouth so that he could shove his finger in and let her clean it off.

“Ass Face, can you tell me why you are getting aroused by your treatment? Do you like being kept naked and under discipline?”

Jamie was about to answer when there was an unexpected knock on the door.

“Cow Tits, can you get that?” Bill ordered his wife to answer the door by her new nickname.

She looked at him sullenly before asking, “May I put on a cover up? Do we go to yellow alert, Sir?”

The knock repeated a second time. “No, there is no time for all that. Crack the door a little and unless it’s girl scouts, trying to sell those damned cookies, let them in.”

Chris laughed “Awww, I’d like to ask if the cookies are made from actual Girl Scouts or artificially flavored.”

Jamie and Wendy might have laughed if things hadn’t seemed so sobering and serious right now. The morning dawn was behind them – replaced by the bright lights of the kitchen.

Bill smiled slightly in the kitchen as they waited for Wendy to answer the door completely naked. There was a slight shriek of surprise from Wendy and Bill’s smile grew knowingly, “Invite him in, Dear.”

Van Pewterschmidt, the handsome forty-something from yesterday’s community pool party and their neighbor of over ten years, walked into the kitchen behind a naked Wendy. She offered him a seat at the kitchen table. He seemed pleasantly amused by the girl’s standing in front of Bill and Chris completely naked except for their collars.

Bill had obviously talked to him and invited him over because he seemed to take the entire thing in stride as if it were all quite normal. “Now that I see them in the light and without the suit, I see what you mean, Bill.” He grinned.

Bill offered him coffee and told Van he had excellent timing. “We are just about to start our affirmations and afterwards you can pick the one you want.”

Wendy and Jamie weren’t sure what he meant by ‘pick the one you want’ but both of them had sucked his cock the day before and had more than a sneaking suspicion.

Van declined the coffee and Bill laughed, “Okay break time is over, he doesn’t want coffee, so stop staring at him.” To his wife and daughter who both seemed awe struck by the new presence in their usually private humiliations, “Get in position two.”

The women did as they were told, bending over to face away from the kitchen table, holding their ass cheeks apart. There was an increasing sense of humiliation spreading down both of their spines as if re-opening an old wound. They had almost become used to the idea of giving the affirmations to Bill and Chris but now with Van in the room everything felt as awkward and humiliating as their first time.

“When your daughter said she had to suck my dick yesterday, I really thought she was kidding.” Van said with just a trace of the overwhelming laughter Wendy and Jamie thought he might be holding back over their misfortune.

“Did you enjoy sucking Mr. Pewterschmidt’s cock yesterday, Ass Face?”

“Yes Sir.” Jamie said sharply and without hesitation.

Bill let his finger play around her freshly shaven cunt lips while he rephrased his question. “Did your sloppy cunt get wet when you stuffed Van’s dick in your big mouth?”

“Yes Sir, my cunt was wet, but I’ve been dealing with the piercings…” Jamie attempted to explain. Her father shushed her, which only made her feel more embarrassed. He had insisted she be very explicit during affirmations and he wasn’t letting her give a proper answer.

“You are under green alert, not white alert. Do you still want to stick with the answer your fat ugly little hole was gushing over the chance to suck off Van Pewterschmidt at the pool party, Ass Face?”

Van wanted to interrupt the family. He wasn’t entirely comfortable with the harsh words being thrown around about Wendy and Jamie but he was starting to find it amusing since they didn’t defend themselves and just accepted it. They seemed to be inviting it from his perspective. That might even be true, because the affirmations were supposed to be honest admissions of their shortcomings and acceptance of the treatment that would correct them.

“You told me to be honest Sir. My cunt has been wet most of the time now that I have been pierced and starting wearing the chastity belt.”

“Why do you have these little rings in your cunt and tits, Ass Face?” Bill decided to take a different approach to his questions. He lifted up the ring on the hood of her clit with his finger and let it fall to punctuate his question.

“To symbolize that I am your and Chris’s whore, Sir.” Bill prodded her by twisting the ring in her clit roughly to give a more detailed answer. Jamie was confused since he had shushed her earlier but added, “I used to be able to lead men around with my tits and cunt, and now you can lead me around by my rings, Sir. They are attached to the most sensitive parts of my body and are a constant reminder of why we deserve this treatment.”

Bill was satisfied with the answer but he poked a finger into his daughter’s pink raw butthole anyway. “Isn’t this stink hole sensitive too?”

“Yes Sir, my asshole is very sensitive” She was back to giving explicit answers even if they made her sound disgusting.

Van couldn’t see her face but he could hear the look of disgust she must have had while she admitted it in her voice.

“So why didn’t you insist on getting that hole ringed too?” Bill asked while he tapped on her asshole.

“I was only doing as much as my mother was doing, Sir. I am sorry you feel I insisted and was greedy about it.” She answered diplomatically.

Bill jabbed a thumb a few inches into his daughter’s asshole while he continued his questions. “Don’t you think that you have contributed to the debt the family is in, by wanting tattoos, piercings and all of this stuff?”

Jamie didn’t want to answer that question because it was very loaded and seemed unfair to her. She wouldn’t even be in this situation if her father hadn’t made all these rules, and she never told him to buy all the computer stuff and bondage gear. Then again, she had participated in cuckolding them when the shoe was on the other foot and if she hadn’t she wouldn’t be here like this now. She would probably be off at cheerleading practice.

“Yes Sir, I have contributed to some of the family expenses and I will do my share to help work us out of our financial difficulties.” She told her father diligently but with a trace of reluctance.

“Good, I am glad to hear you finally admit that. You don’t’ seem to want to pony up to the idea that your pussy gets juicy because you have dirty thoughts and sometimes enjoy this, but at least you are willing to admit you’ve helped add to our bills - That is a start.” He sighed and let his son take over the affirmations with a fist bump as he sat next to Van.

Chris had grown up living next door to Van and had never spoken to him very often. Van reminded him of Kevin Costner, never really seeming to age, while Chris himself had grown from a small child into almost an adult. He was a little nervous talking to Van like a ‘peer’, but he liked the idea he was being treated as “another one of the men” at the kitchen table and he was going to just bluff his way through it and hope he makes a good impression.

“These Asses look good enough to eat don’t they Van?” Chris asked as he reached out to his mother’s and sister’s hands to help them hold their cheeks as far as apart as possible.

“Yes they do, Chris.” Van answered with a bemused expression wondering where he was going with it.

“Did you two sluts clean your asses and shave them perfectly this morning?” Chris asked.

“Yes Sir, we did clean and shave our asses. Please inspect us, as you know we can be deceptive” Wendy answered anticipating Chris wanted her to justify his inspecting them in front of Van.

“Won’t be necessary,” Chris grinned as he upturned some pancake syrup from the table letting it drip on their shapely butt cheeks and down their cracks. “You girls like syrup don’t you?”

Wendy and Jamie both answered affirmative even though neither would have touched the stuff back when they were free because they both ate healthy and watched their weight. They also anticipated Chris was turning them by putting his hand on their back so that Wendy could lick her daughter’s ass while continuing to face her own towards Van and Bill.

“Have a little breakfast, while I finish Jamie’s Affirmation, Mom.” He chuckled to himself as he drizzled a little more amber syrup where her nose met her daughter’s crack.

“Ass Face, does that tickle? You seem a little jumpy holding your cheeks open so your mom can have a taste.”

Jamie steeled herself and answered very seriously, “It tickles a little, Sir”

Chris was disappointed that one of his first questions didn’t seem to strike a nerve or sound as interesting and thought provoking as he had hoped. He wrapped his thumb around his sister’s nose and gave it a squeeze. “Loosen up, Sis. We’ve got company.” Secretly passing on his own disappointment for his question, to his sister’s answer.

“Did you tell Mr. Pewterschmidt why we call you Ass face?” his second question was a little better and he sneered as he delivered it to her.

“No Sir,” Jamie knew better than to leave it that vague and to the point. She was expected to expound and she did. “My name is now Ass face because everything that comes out of my mouth hole has been stupid shit, and I make ugly faces that have to be corrected some times.” She was thinking of the times she had made her ‘duck lip’ expressions when she admitted that. “It is appropriate you call me that, Sir”

“Can I call you that even after you earn the fifty stars you have left to go on your education?” Chris asked.

Jamie had a tough time thinking about it at that moment. She was trying hard not to wriggle her ass as her mom licked the sweet syrup from between her cheeks. Had Van not been there she may have dared a lemony response about how she would get even if he did. Instead she said, “If I am still behaving like an ass face when this is over, then you may, Sir.”

“Why?”

“Because Taylor Men rule, and Taylor women drool, Sir. You are superior to me in all ways.” She said the mantra that she had become so accustomed to saying even if a part of her had found it hard to believe. She didn’t sigh but she didn’t sound particularly enthused about it.

“Do you believe this shit talker, Van?” Chris turned to their house guest and he was just smiling with his arms folded trying to stay out of it and observe the odd family’s breakfast routine. He shrugged in response to Chris’s question.

“I don’t buy it either, Van. Ass face, do you really believe that the Taylor men are superior to you, and you are going to be my cum gobbling house pet after this is over?” Chris was toying with his sister.

“I will probably miss certain parts of this,” She said, surprising everyone including her Mother. “Obviously, we’ve been through a lot together and now that you’ve seen me like this, I will probably walk around the house naked some times and let you call me ass face, to remind me of what I am learning, Sir.” She didn’t get to finish her thought because she started to shiver and make an “O” face as her mom finished lapping the syrup from the bottom of her ass in between both of her holes.

Chris wanted to get into the comment, “Probably miss certain parts of this?” and exactly what that meant but it was time to rotate the two girls so that Jamie could lick her mom’s ass clean of the sugary syrup while he gave his mom affirmations. He didn’t want his guest getting bored and he had plenty of time to dig a little deeper into that interesting nugget. He positioned them so Jamie’s pink clean ass was facing Van and spread wide open so he could get a perfect view.

“You used to date my Aunt Lisa?” Chris asked Van while Jamie went to town on cleaning off her mother’s tight but sore asshole.

“Yeah, but that was years ago, Chris.” Van answered, still amused by the spectacle of what he was watching.

“You ever expect her little sister to be such a conceited whore?”

“I don’t know about conceited, but I guess it is true what they say about the quiet ones. They are the wild ones.” Van smirked in response.

Chris stuck his finger in his mother’s open mouth and fished around while absent mindedly, he finished his questions of Van. “Who gave the better blow job, my sister or my mother?” He wanted to ask about his Aunt Lisa but he felt that was crossing the line and he limited it to the two sluts who had agreed to be here now.

“Well that is hard to say, Chris,” Van was being diplomatic. “I’d give Wendy points for experience and a skilled slow tongue, but Jamie was good for youthful vibrancy. There is something really sweet and innocent about letting it slide down her throat.”

“What should Van call you, Mom?” Chris asked his mom while popping his finger out of her wet mouth.

“He can call me anything he likes, Sir.” Wendy answered submissively but not as completely as Chris expected and it wasn’t the answer he wanted.

He reached under her chest and swatted her big tits, “I’ll take Cow Tits! For Five Hundred, Alex” he referenced a Jeopardy game show answer and she repeated ‘Cow Tits’ to satisfy him.

“Cow Tits, our guest can’t make up his mind who is the better cock sucker. You and your whore daughter won’t mind licking his nuts again this morning to help him decide will you?” He paused to add, “After she finishes making sure your ass is completely clean that is.”

“No Sir, as long as I make my W, I’ll suck anyone’s cock you want.” That was a good answer she gave and Chris was actually surprised to hear it put so bluntly.

Bill wasn’t as satisfied and he stood up to take back over the affirmations. The pair often tag teamed during the affirmations this way and Chris took notice his father wanted a turn and sat back down without comment.

“Is this just a W to you, or do you care that you’d be sucking a strange man’s dick even though you are married to me, Cow Tits?” Bill asked skeptically. He hadn’t seemed jealous very often this past week, but with Van, he obviously had a few unspoken issues about measuring up as a man.

“I care Sir, but you’ve made it clear I am your whore and I’ve got to accept that. It could be worse, and you’ve not required us to fuck anyone, so I think you’ve been very generous. I want to earn my freedom, learn my lesson and finish what I agreed too. I might as well do the best I can, Sir.”

“You’ve already earned enough letters at the pool party to turn into extra stars, and I appreciate you trying, slut.” Bill smiled his compliment. Wendy was surprised he hadn’t said it sarcastically. “Do you think your asshole is too good for the likes of Van Pewterschmidt?” He added his question.

“No Sir, he can look at it or play with it if you let him. The only one who can fuck it is you, because we’ve agreed that was the rule, Sir.”

“If that wasn’t the rule?” Bill asked while watching his daughter ‘nom nom nom’ on her mother’s sticky crack.

“Are you wanting to renegotiate the rules now, Sir?” Wendy said submissively but with just a trace of a passive aggressive reminder that this may not be the time to discuss it.

Bill decided to ignore the hint and pretend he didn’t get it. “I am not renegotiating your rules or that of your whore daughter. I just want to know, would you let Van fuck you up the ass if that WAS the rule?”

“Yes Sir, I would let him pound my ass if I agreed to it. I haven’t broken our agreement, even though I know you and Chris are always vigilant over us to make sure we don’t.”

Bill was satisfied with that response. He wanted Van to know HE was fucking Wendy’s Ass and it was HIS decision that she not do it, without actually telling it to him directly. “Today after the flea market, one of you will be going over to Van’s house to serve for a few hours, cleaning up, doing yard work, that sort of thing. If Van offered you one hundred dollars, knowing how strapped we are for cash, what would you say?”

Wendy didn’t remember Bill saying ‘Flea Market’, she remembered him saying ‘yard sale’ which would be bad enough by itself. She instantly envisioned an old green van with a bunch of white trash selling old 8-track tapes and broken car stereos in a broken down drive-in movie theatre. She didn’t have a chance to comment on that because she was also holding her breath so she didn’t pant while Jamie ate her out. She wanted to lift her chin just a bit so Jamie didn’t stray so low, but she kept her hands right on her ass cheeks clutching them and pulling them apart for her as she had been told.

She was angry Bill seemed to be negotiating for more changes to the rules in front of Van. She wasn’t aware of the subtext between Bill and Van, that Bill was trying to establish his, ‘alpha male dominance’ to the house guest he himself invited over. Bill and Van may not have been aware of what Bill was doing subconsciously either.

“I would tell him he can speak to you about it. My asshole is not mine to promise.”

Bill licked his lips, this is exactly what he wanted to hear, “So if I promised him your asshole?”

“I suppose we’d have to talk about stars and what is included if I did, Sir?” Wendy answered a little too quickly for her own tastes. She could feel Jamie make a “smup” sound as she stopped licking her behind to think about the implications of what her mom just said.

“I thought the dares couldn’t be that extreme though, Sir.” Wendy added and Jamie went back to lapping her mom’s ass dry.

“No they can’t, it’s just with us owing so much, I thought you two might be willing to do a little more is all.”

Wendy thought about what he had just said and she knew he was always pushing them to go further. “Can I speak with Ass Face about it before I answer, Sir?” It sounded so strange to everyone when she casually called her daughter ‘ass face’ that she even felt Jamie’s giggling on her asshole.

“How many stars does it pay, Sir?” Jamie came up for air to spurt out and continued to lick.

“It would pay one Star.” Bill answered without hesitation.

“Two Stars and yes, he can fuck me in the Asshole, one for cunt.” Jamie gasped with shortness of breath, her chin and lips covered in pussy juice and artificial maple syrup.

Wendy almost fell over. She was bent at the knee. She had expected a much longer conversation, one where the two of them weighed the pros and cons about it and came to a mutual decision -just like that it had been decided in a split second.

“Even if it is you or Chris,” Jamie’s abrupt stipulations were because she was intent on licking every drop of syrup off her mom’s ass but it made for a powerful bargaining tactic with Bill. There was a short and sweet, “Here is what I want” about it and no hemming and hawing.

“Chris, what do you say? Agreed?”

“Fuck yeah!” he beamed. “Jamie, have you ever fucked anyone?”

“No Sir, I am a virgin”

Even Van laughed out loud at that one.

“I mean not of the mouth, I am a cum gobbler, but I’ve never had more than a finger or tongue in my cunt or asshole, Sir.”

“Why does she talk so crude, it doesn’t sound right coming from such a sweet girl?” Van asked Bill

Jamie answered thinking it part of the affirmations. “My mom and I are learning we can’t use euphemisms, we’ve given up that privilege. It is far more humiliating to have to call it a Cunt, and not think of it as special, Sir.”

“Why does it have to be humiliating?” He asked a follow up question and Bill and Chris didn’t stop him so he assumed it was permitted.

“My mother and I are very prideful bitches, Sir. We put ourselves and our needs above the Taylor men, and we are learning we are too big for our britches, or any clothes what so ever, Sir.” She repeated a lesson she had learned in many past affirmations. “The humility is to strip us of the pride that rules our lives and that is why we are standing here like this putting on a show for you.”

“Do you enjoy putting on a show for me?” he asked.

It surprised Jamie he would ask that since it had been asked already. Her father and brother often repeated questions in different ways but he seemed to have either stumbled upon that method or had the same idea. “I am not enjoying it Sir, but my mom licking between my legs obviously turned me on. I am learning my pleasure is secondary and that I need to put the pleasure of others ahead of my own. That is submission and if you are enjoying our show, that is good enough for me.”

Van made a ‘good enough’ face and let the matter lie.

Bill wanted to get back to his affirmations but Van announced he had made his decision. “I’ve seen enough, I’d like Wendy delivered to my house to be my assistant for 4 hours today, let’s make that happen.”

Bill didn’t like how commanding Van could be, but he also envied how he seemed to dominate conversations without saying a word and how he had just blurted out his decision. He was taking mental notes to do the same. “Can I ask what made your decision?”

“Well, your wife I assume has a little more experience than Jamie. I plan on taking you up on that one hundred dollars thing so she can earn her Star.” He put his finger under Jamie’s chin and offered “Don’t worry kiddo, I’ll rent you next weekend if you are still playing this game” and with that he walked out. He didn’t look back even though both girls offered a gentle “Goodbye Sir” as he let himself out the front door.

Wendy found herself turning red with embarrassment and hoping no one noticed. She had known her sister dated him and always been polite and friendly to him, but unlike the joy she took in pulling Mrs. Waxerman’s strings she was feeling deeply ashamed of what he just saw and the fact she was aroused from her daughter’s ‘clean up’. A part of her wondered if he still had contact with her sister, and a part of her told her to stop worrying about all the possible things that could go wrong and think about her immediate problems. She had worked so hard to keep Jamie out of the deeply sexual aspects of this and now she had agreed to it almost casually. This was a lot to process.

“Ass Face, get your mouth off your mother’s cunt and look up at me.” Bill pulled his daughter by the hair to tilt her head up. She looked so cute and innocent, her chin glistening with slick honey-like syrup and her mother’s musky cum. “You are going to be a good doggy, and be obedient if I have to stick you outside because you got kicked out of school?”

“Yes Sir, I’ll be good.” He pat her head and she smiled sweetly.

“You might be petted and shown affection,” Bill stroked her hair as he continued and then abruptly yanked her by it roughly, “Or you might be treated roughly, but Roscoe always offers unconditional love, you understand that?”

“Yes Sir, I will try to be a good puppy for you if I get kicked out of school.” She sounded like she was trying to convince herself as much as she was her father as she envisioned herself outside on all fours, panting in the dog house all day long. The mental image was very surreal in her mind, but it was starting to take shape how serious her dad and brother were about it.

“I know you two cunts had your heart set on a yard sale. I thought about it and you’ve already shown your ass to all our neighbors on the block yesterday. I had to ask myself, why let you off that easily? You will have a whole new crowd at the flea market who haven’t seen those fat bubble butts of yours and we’ll have a lot more potential customers so we can get rid of all this shit that has just been collecting dust here for years.” Bill motioned around at most of the things that decorated their home.

Chris was hooking the two of them to their new goat milker. They had purchased this double-milker on Friday night. They had, for the last week, been milking themselves with a light weight plastic device that Jamie had bought at Baby’s R’ Us back when she had control over her father and brother for use in some humiliation game. She hadn’t actually used it on them but she assumed her mother might have.

Bill and Chris had also made them tug and twerk their own nipples and each other’s several times a day to simulate milking a cow. It hadn’t produced a single drop of milk, but it had managed to make their nipples hard and sore, and with the piercings it had become intensely arousing at times.

Wendy and Jamie assumed the guys weren’t actually serious about making them give milk. They just liked to tease them and this was one of a dozen ways they could turn the usually very beneficial quality of having tits from being able to use them to get attention/what you want, into being a humiliating and painful experience.

However, this morning the Udderly E-Z™ Goat Milker looked very daunting. A long stainless steel rod with a place for the hoses to attach and it made a much louder sound than the simple breast feeding pumps they had been using ever did.

Chris had them on all fours waiting like cows to be milked and was taking his time about placing one of the many suction cups onto their nipples.

“I am tired of waiting, why won’t these whores give milk?” Bill was impatient as he walked around the living room. He was digging through some of the other items he bought at the porn megastore and found two spreader gags, metal ovals that held the mouth open, attached to leather straps. He quickly began gagging his wife and then moved to his daughter standing behind both of them.

Wendy found it amusing that Bill had such little knowledge of women’s anatomy that he thought they could give milk without being pregnant and while on birth control. She let him have his fantasies and she knew this had something to do with her new nickname being ‘cow tits’ and went along with it. She didn’t realize that there were in fact ways that lactation could be induced, whether using drugs designed for that purpose or using the proper natural techniques, something that adoptive mothers do frequently.

When Chris put the plastic suction cup on her nipple it really didn’t feel unpleasant at all. She could see why an industrial goat milker would be in a porn store for ‘enthusiasts’. The constant sucking was like a vaccum cleaner except with rhythm. She could tell from the shape of the ‘optional’ suction cups that the company knew there was another use for their milker because one of them was shaped perfectly to fit over a crotch.

She let herself tune out what was being said around her while the two pumps began to chug-chug-chug and slurp on her nipples. She smiled over at her daughter who was getting the same treatment but she was in the process of tuning out everything and letting herself experience this contraption.

Bill and Chris were walking around the house pointing out things that she and her daughter would no doubt have to box and load into the truck to be sold. Many of these she had carefully selected to fit into her decorative theme for the living room at Pier One and Bed, Bath and Beyond for probably far more than they would make selling them at some flea market.

She started to feel her throat get dry as she let the thoughts and worries about what would happen at the flea market or when she was delivered to Van Pewterschmidt’s door. She did have an image of herself wrapped in a big red bow and nothing else, but she started to let even those fragments of dirty thoughts go from her mind as the thrumming of the milker got louder in her head and began to block everything else completely out.

This was a kind of zen relaxation to her. She was starting to feel completely at one with her senses. They were electrified from the tugging and the cold air in the living room on her naked body. It was causing her to feel very aroused and at the same time very at peace. She started to think of herself as mother earth giving birth to a new life and giving it nutrients, there was something primal going on in her mind and she wasn’t going to overthink it.

~SLAP!!!!!!!!!!~ She was jostled out of her trance like state by a very hard slap on her bare ass. She was about to say something funny over her shoulder about ”Aww, five more minutes please?” when she noticed that the tubes attached to her nipples had a white milky substance in them. Her eyes grew wide in recognition, had she begun to lactate.

“Stop sleeping Cow Tits!” Bill slapped her ass again.

Wendy went to answer and could only manage an “Acckkkk”, she had completely forgotten her mouth had been wired wide open with the gag and all she could manage was to deliver more drool down her chin as she attempted to answer him.

“Aww, did you have something to say Cow Tits? Was it Mooo?” Her son was laughing over her as she looked up, in what felt like a humiliating slow motion. She turned her head to see that Jamie was on her back wriggling in spasms with the same milky white liquid pumping out of the tube attached to her tits. There wasn’t a lot and it looked a little like cum with a yellowish hew, but it was in the tube.”

“Finally, that Reglan worked.” Bill explained that every day they had been giving the girls, so called vitamins along with their birth control. This was supposedly to offset the poor diet they were permitted to eat so the girls got a little nutrition along with the hot dogs and scraps they ate. But in reality, they were a lactation inducing drug.

“Gerald’s Dad is a pharmacist, so we had him get a hold of some Domperidone and Reglan.” Chris was smiling as if this was an everyday kind of prank and there shouldn’t be any hard feelings.

Wendy wanted to scream but all she could manage was another pathetic “Acckkkk” as her tongue flailed around inside a mouth she couldn’t close.

“Okay, if you insist.” Chris unzipped his pants as if he were complying with his mother requesting he stuff his cock into her mouth.

“It is a pretty sight to see women who can’t talk isn’t it, Son?” Bill stood nearby watching his daughter writhe on the floor in ecstasy while his son fed his dick into his mother’s gagged throat.

Chris ignored the desire to correct his dad, it would be good to HEAR women who can’t talk and commented on his mother’s gag reflex (or relative lack of one). “Mom is definitely a better cock sucker, Sorry Ass Face”. If Jamie heard him she didn’t let on, she was in the throes of an impossible orgasm brought on by the constant teasing of her nipples by the machine and the state of her body. They were letting her masturbate without stopping her because they were enjoying the show she put on. Bill smiled because there was time to punish her later for masturbating without permission anyway.

Chris turned off the suction and Wendy felt the blood rushing out of her swollen and engorged tits immediately.

“See Dad, I told you. We just weren’t doing it often enough and those other pumps just didn’t have enough power”.

Bill nodded in agreement as his son collected what they were also calling ‘slut squeezins’. There was barely enough breast milk to fill two shot glasses between the girls. The long clear tubes on the pump had made it seem like there was much more of the sour white liquid.

“What should we do with it?” Chris asked his father

“You want to drink it?” Bill answered with a grin.

“Not particularly. Didn’t I get enough as a baby?”

“I don’t think your mom breast fed you and she didn’t have those silicon jugs back then. I think it was Enfamil for you.” Bill added “Hey don’t blame me, I told her to breast feed ya.”

Jamie and Wendy could only listen with their mouths held open by their gags. Jamie had stopped writhing in orgasmic lust but her tongue was still wagging as she panted and tried to catch her breath, her chest heaving and rising while she calmed down.

“Unless you want to save it to put on your Wheaties, have them both drink each other’s and let’s get them dressed so they can load up the truck.” Bill was in a hurry and he didn’t want to stand on ceremony or ritual this morning.

“You know I don’t eat Wheaties.” Chris smirked as he ungagged his sister and mother and let them each down a shot of each other’s tit juice. “Well how is it?”

Jamie tried not to make a face but said, “Kind of bitter, Sir.”

“Your mom’s silicon tits are bitter? That is a shock.” Bill was waiting for Wendy’s response next so he could make fun of it the same way.

Wendy wasn’t sure if she should explode and go off on them. A huge part of her wanted to be furious about sneaking them pills that were supposed to be vitamin supplements. She didn’t know what the side effects might be or how long the leaky nipples would last for and all of this made her angry. Wendy also had begun accepting the submissive attitude that they had been training into her. She didn’t want to admit it to herself and would often tell herself she is just humoring Bill and Chris to get through this and make it so they would take it easier on Jamie by being compliant.

“Can I ask, what are the side effects of these pills? How long does it last?”

“Relax cow tits, I knew you’d ask that.” He had already printed off a WebMD report that showed he had researched it. It naturally had all the rare side effects that could happen and warnings to stop taking it if you have tremors. This wasn’t too different from any medicine in their cabinet. They all had to warn you to consult a physician even Tylenol.

Wendy was surprised Bill had taken the time to print it off for her. “You guys can stop taking it after your education is up if you want too. I suppose we should have told you about it, but I wasn’t sure it would work and I didn’t want you saying I was an idiot when it didn’t produce any results.” Bill sounded genuinely sincere in his explanation.

Wendy wanted to scream “Don’t you think I’d want to know about something that would make me spout milk?” She hadn’t breastfed either of the kids because at the time of their birth it just interfered with her new career and Enfamil was so much more convenient. Her breasts had been sore for about a week after their birth but when nothing suckled on them, the soreness (and the ability to give milk) just slowly disappeared as if by nature’s intention.

“Just like you milked us, now we can milk you and creamy white stuff comes out the same way!” Chris sounded delighted as he reminded his mom about how she used to make the two of them masturbate in mason jars to keep them from getting too horny around the house. She took a deep breath to consider this new development.

She didn’t have much time to think about it before being expected to get up and put on clothes grabbed from the cardboard “Slut Box” in the living room. She got a purple striped mini-skirt and green tube top with buckled heels. Her daughter was in a pink micro mini skirt and half-shirt that had a faded Maddona ‘Justify My Love 94’ on the front and high heeled saddle shoes.

Once dressed the girls were directed to start loading boxes and bringing them out to the truck. Bill made a big show about putting things that might have some emotional significance for sale – Photo albums, trophies, mirrors, paintings. They had gutted Jamie’s room of almost everything she owned when the training began. All the frilly doily’s and girly stuff she had, all her stuffed animals and things she was probably too old to have but most teenage girls held on too. That stuff was taken from the garage out to the truck.

It was still early enough that the morning dew was still on the grass as they hustled to load up things Bill felt the family could do without. He threatened to gag both of them if either one voiced a concern about anything going to the flea market. To their credit, they stoically let it all go and didn’t voice one concern.

Bill wondered if they were really becoming less materialistic or they were just trying to make him feel like a bad guy for being the one to insist they sell twenty years’ worth of accumulated family ‘stuff’. He would periodically remind them “This is so we can make our house, car and insurance payments’. He wondered if some of the things he was saying was to convince himself. “It is just stuff”.

He decided at the very end to have them load the old computer into the truck. “I am sorry Son, I was really looking forward to playing games with you.” Bill had bought a brand new computer rig because the two shared a common interest in multi-player games like World of Warcraft and Halo.

“That is okay dad, we ARE playing games together, slut games!”

Bill liked the sound of the sound of that, and with a wink he turned back around to start hustling the girls to finish loading the truck for him –feeling like a cowboy trying to get the cattle to move it on a long cattle drive. He was proud of his son and for that matter his wife and daughter for sticking to their deal.

The Family Feud IV

Chapter Two

Luck rhymes with Fuck

STAR COUNT:

WENDY: 43

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 1,3,0,0,0

JAMIE: 51

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 4,3,0,0,0

The trip to the flea market in the cool Sunday morning air was a brisk one for Chris and Bill who sat comfortably in the air conditioned cab of Bill’s air conditioned Ford Ranger. It wasn’t as comfortable for Jamie and Wendy who were now hunkered down, sandwiched between boxes in a metal dog crate. They were sitting back to back on their butts with nothing but a little bit of their skirt to protect them from the cold metal bars. Their arms had been interlinked and they were cuffed at the wrist so they couldn’t squirm around.

Bill didn’t bother gagging them. His impulse told him that would make it more humiliating for them but there was a practical reason to leave them ungagged. He had noticed by leaving them some time to talk things out together they had a tendency to work out problems they might ordinarily want to come to him to mediate and figure out the solution too.

He hadn’t given them a choice to wear their chastity belts but he had brought them just in case he decided they might be appropriate.

The girls had been riding in the back of the truck since the education began but this was the first time things were quiet enough they could talk while the vehicle was in motion. The boxes were blocking out what the other drivers could see and the noise from the wind.

“Thank goodness for small favors,” Wendy quipped. She was unable to see her daughter’s face in the position they were in but she knew Jamie was quick enough to notice the boxes were acting as a natural barrier to the elements as well.

“Some morning this is turning out to be, Thelma?” Jamie answered her mother and made a reference to ‘Thelma and Louise’. The two had often joked about the ending of the movie where the two women joined hands and drove off the cliff rather than surrender. It had been a metaphor for how they both felt at times about their recent choices to submit to Bill and Chris.

“Yeah Louise, I kind of wanted to talk to you about the whole ‘Fuck me’ thing this morning. What was that all about?” Her mother was talking about how Jamie had volunteered to have sex for additional stars. This had been foremost on her mind to talk about.

“Well, it seems like we were doing almost everything anyway, I figured might as well?” Jamie offered naively.

“What? Don’t you want your first time having sex to be special?” Wendy asked with surprised concern.

“Was yours with Dad?”

“Well your Dad wasn’t my first.” Wendy admitted with a little embarrassment. “Thinking back, it wasn’t particularly special either. I just wanted so much more for you. I can’t believe you agreed to fuck people for a star?”

“Can it really be much more difficult than sucking their dicks?” Jamie had a point, but it still seemed a little naïve to Wendy.

“Two sweaty bodies coming together to slam into each other, pulling hair, feeling and groping?” Wendy made a counter point.

“Other than the cock actually going in, they are doing that now, Mom.”

The word “Mom” made Wendy uneasy. It felt so surreal to be tied up in a cage with another girl who was calling her mom. She had found it easier to think of Jamie more like a ‘partner in crime’ or just a partner at times. Hearing the word ‘mom’ brought it back just as it did when Chris often said it.

“Maybe you should consider telling your Dad you weren’t serious and were answering when you were horny?”

“How do you know I was horny?” Jamie’s voice carried the smile she was making even if her mom couldn’t see it.

“Honey, I am a woman and your mother. I can tell you’ve been horny and oversexed a lot lately, even when I shave you.”

“I am sorry about that, Mom.” Jamie sounded a little more contrite in her response.

“It isn’t anything to be sorry about. I’d rather you be taking things in stride like this and actually having fun with it than pissing and moaning or crying. I am actually surprised about how brave you are being.” Wendy gave her daughter a compliment and there was a quiet pause while that sank in.

“Maybe I could just beg him to let me take it up the butt, until I get a chance to have my first with someone I like?”

Wendy hadn’t expected her daughter to say anything like that. She had been raised to think of anal sex as taboo and something only dirty girls did. She knew her daughter’s generation joked that if they lost a video game that ‘they just got raped’ and were a lot looser with terms about anal sex. There had even been a sign on the wall at the school that said ‘Good Girls Swallow’ and underneath it read ‘fight bulemia’. At the time she saw it she thought it was wholly inappropriate but she was realizing that her daughter’s generation saw anal sex as an alternative to teen pregnancy and had taken away the stigma she had been raised with.

“You have to make up your own mind, Jamie.” She let that hang in the air for a little while before adding “I think you should ask whoever does it first to be someone who will take it slow and knows how to do it.”

“How is it when Dad fucks you in the ass, Mom?” Jamie asked plainly but in her typically innocent and peppy manner.

There was that uncomfortable feeling again around the back of Wendy’s neck and leading down her spine. She had never been fucked in front of Jamie but there was no point in denying she hadn’t been fucked there. She also knew her father insisted they speak as vulgarly as possible and without euphemisms and her daughter could be a stickler about following rules.

“Your father is pretty rough with me, but he has been training my asshole to be wider and so I am used to it. I am lucky if he spits on my asshole before he crams it in.” Wendy smiled as she delivered her honest answer.

“Do you think I should ask Dad to break me in?” Jamie’s question made Wendy even more uneasy. Wendy’s silence while forming her response served to make Jamie equally as uneasy.

“I hate to say it, but I think actually he would like that.” Wendy answered carefully. “What about Chris?”

“Gross!” Jamie teased her mom and shifted her weight to punctuate her response. She was kidding “Has Chris fucked you in the ass?” she asked her mother.

“No, he is obsessed with touching it, pinching it, watching it, squeezing it, seeing me fart and blow bubbles with it, watching us shit, but no, he hasn’t.” Wendy wasn’t lying. She had been fucked many times in the ass in the last week but Chris hadn’t been one of the many guys who had plunged her bowels with his cock.

“Do you think if I beg dad to take my asshole cherry, that you would be willing to do me a favor and beg Chris so it doesn’t seem so awkward?”

Wendy was quiet once again for a little while as if lost in thought. The silence was killing Jamie as she waited without being able to turn around and look at her mother’s face. There was a brief sigh and finally Wendy said “The things I do for my kids…yes, I will.”

Jamie felt a little awkward about the conversation and the two of them let there be silence for a long while. They both felt a sore aching in their nipples from the milking they had been given and they both wanted to bring that topic up but neither had known where to start. They both needed time to think about how they felt. They both had felt somewhat betrayed and tricked by the ‘vitamins’ they had been taking but they had both found the experience of being milked to be a mixed bag of pain and pleasure that had been playing with the dopamine levels in their brain and hormones normally reserved for the joys of motherhood and they were confused by an activity that should seem degrading beyond description leaving them feeling something other than just degraded.

The truck was slowing down as they neared the Flea Market on the far side of town where mostly poor people and prostitutes lived. Wendy could see a trailer park from the side of the road and an abandoned quarry. “Wow, I wonder how many kids drown swimming in that thing every year?” she asked out loud.

“That is kind of a macabre observation, Mom.” Jamie noted.

“True, I guess just looking at that Trailer Park, I don’t think there is any place for the kids that live there to play. When I was that age, I know my brother and sister and I would have gone in there to play Cowboys and Injuns or Cops and robbers or something.”

Jamie couldn’t see what her mom could see between the boxes because they were both facing away from one another. Her mom said “Someone spray painted an F over the ‘Buckman Acres’ sign. That is funny.” She giggled as the truck pulled off the side of the road.

“I think we are here!” Jamie sounded excited.

Even though it was early when they left by Flea Market time, when they arrived the stands were already bustling with customers and people hawking their old junk.

The beat up old drive-in movie had the name of a movie that had not been in theaters for at least five years on a sign that may not have been changed in the same amount of time. The parking lot was just a field of rocky gravel with some wild flowers growing in patches here and there.

Bill and Chris got out of the truck but left them where they sat. That made Wendy and Jamie nervous and there was an uncomfortable silence as the two wondered if they had forgotten about them.

After ten minutes the guys came back to the truck and drove around the parking lot a little more. When they stopped they moved just enough boxes to unlock and untie the girls. “We got a booth, it’s I-69.” Chris laughed as he told the girls their lot number. They weren’t sure how to respond but both women politely smiled as if that was funny to them.

Bill ordered them to start unloading boxes and setting up folding tables. He insisted they bend at the waist as they did while the two of them took it easy. “The more of a show you put on, the more customers stop by.”

An older gentleman walked past with his wife and put his hand to the side of his mouth to direct his comments to the guys, “You have it made! I wish my wife did all the work” he laughed as his wife slapped his shoulder in response to his joke.

“We are the brains, they are the beauty!” Bill offered his explanation for why he and Chris were sitting back in folding chairs with their shades on. “When you get the tent out, Chris and I will put that together for you.” He told his wife as if he were doing her a big favor.

The camping tent was still in its original packaging. It had been purchased over 15 years ago when Bill had the urge to ‘take the family camping’. As things often do, life got in the way and those vacations never materialized, with family visits and cheerleading camp and jobs taking priority. They had never used the tent and as Bill set it up he was kind of glad. It was a very complicated affair with lots of poles and screws that had to be put together in an exact order.

It was just the kind of thing to make him feel ‘manly’ as he grunted and refused to look at the instruction sheet. Chris laughed that the entire thing could probably have been a lot more user friendly.

“You miss the point then of setting up a tent. It is just you against the wild.”

“The settlers had nylon tents from Brookstone, Dad?” Chris asked skeptically and his dad just gave him a funny look in response as if to say ‘touche’.

It took them as long as it took the girls to get the tables set up to put up the tent. “I was hoping to sell your milk here, but you two can’t squirt out enough between you to fill up a thimble I’d imagine.” Bill had a hastily written sign that said “Fresh Breast Milk One Dollar” he had made the night previously.

“Sorry to disappoint Sir.” Wendy tried to keep the sarcasm from her voice as she finished her sentence and she realized now was not the time to be cute.

Chris was already smelling the fried foods wafting from a snack booth only a few aisles down. Sausage and green peppers, deep fried onion rings were predominant and he was getting hungry again.

“Damn boy, you just had breakfast.”

“I know, and I am not asking to go. I can smile about the delicious smell can’t I?” He asked his father with a smile on his face like a bear who just got all the honey he wanted.

“Yeah, life is pretty good right now. Go on and smile, Son.” Bill and Chris sat back in the chairs while the women stood. They knew better than to ask to sit or assume they could without being told. There was a brisk amount of people walking down their aisle but more people checked out the girls than they did the merchandise. The girls weren’t completely out of place here in their trailer park queen outfits, they actually fit in pretty well.

The flea market was not unlike the fair in the kind of people who it generally attracted - Poor white trash mostly.

There were garish signs and everything from oriental swords to Latino CDs available on the many different aisles of the flea market.

“Son, why don’t you take the truck and go pick us up a few things.” Bill asked Chris.

Bill had never let Chris drive the truck and he was smiling but confused. “You are going to let me drive the truck, Dad?”

“You know how don’t you?”

“Sure!”

“Okay” Bill gave him a list of things he wanted him to pick up and Chris left with a purpose to his stride. It wasn’t long after he did they got their first interested customer. He was an older man wearing a fishing hat and smoking a pipe. “Seems they got you on row I, do they?” He asked Jamie.

“Yes Sir, they do?” She answered with more of a question, implying she wasn’t sure what his point was.

“Just trying to make conversation, no need to get all huffy.” and he walked away.

“You had BETTER be more accommodating to the customers!” Bill snapped as he walked away.

His daughter answered dutifully, “Yes Sir, I am sorry!”

“Too late for that, get in the tent, ten swats and an attitude adjustment.” Bill was making no bones about the fact that the girls were still under discipline and they could expect an infraction, which was the lightest level of punishment he used on a regular basis, to keep them in check.

As she turned to walk in, the old man came back. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to get the girl in trouble.” He puffed his pipe. “She is actually more respectful than most her age.”

“Tell you what, if you buy something she doesn’t get a spanking. How is that?” Bill said jokingly.

“How much do I have to buy in order to watch?” the man answered back with the same joking tone and a hearty laugh. He reminded Bill of one of those old vaudevillian comedians like Milton Berle or Phil Silvers. He had a worldliness about him, tempered with a grin.

“Ten bucks” Bill answered and when the man answered ‘sold’, Bill stood there waiting for him to pick out what he was going to buy.

Bill had marked most of Wendy and Jamie’s stuff for far less than it was worth. This could have been subconscious on his part but charging just ten bucks to watch his daughter be spanked was making him hard just thinking about how it made his daughter feel. That she was being treated like a cheap whore.

“You are serious?” The old man answered skeptically.

“Sure, for twenty you can watch me spank the wife too.” Bill had a goofy grin on his face.

The old man considered this offer - seemingly weighing the pros and cons. He reached for his billfold and took out a crisp twenty dollar bill and handed it to Bill without a word.

“Pick out anything you want on the table.” Bill answered.

“I don’t want any of this crap,” He said dismissively. “Were you serious about spanking them?” The old man answered in a hushed tone as if someone might over hear even though as busy as the market was it wasn’t likely.

“Let’s do one at a time, because someone has to be out here to watch our stuff.”

“Trust me, it’s not going anywhere.” The old man answered glibly and followed Bill and Jamie into the tent.

Jamie stepped out of her skirt and took the top off with practiced precision revealing nothing underneath. She did so in anticipation of the order and her father smiled at the old man to reassure him it was no trick.

“I thought you might not be wearing panties.” The old man looked at her with a disgusted expression but one that reminded her of Mrs. Waxerman. The kind that says with the eyes, ‘I want to see what you do next.”

Bill sat on a cot he had set up inside and told his daughter to get over his knee once she was completely naked. “Tell the nice man why you don’t wear panties.”

“I am not allowed to wear panties, because it teaches me humility. I used to act very prideful and now I am learning that my ass is not something special to hide away, it is exactly like everyone else’s.” As she lay across her father’s lap and bared her butt to him.

“I have seen quite a few derrieres in my day my dear, and I must say, though you have an especially delightful one it is marred by what is written there. The man delivered his compliment with the alliteration of Danny Kate delivering a clever tongue twister. “If you don’t mind me asking, what is written across your backside?”

“It says Whore, Sir.” Jamie answered him.

“Stand up and show him.” Bill insisted.

As she stood up to face her ass towards him, she spread her cheeks so that he could have a good look at her tattoo. The man blanched and said, “That isn’t necessary, really.” then he made googly eyes as he took a deep, long look. If Jamie had seen his expression, she might have even giggled because it was such a comic double take.

“I behave like a whore, and this is to remind anyone who sees me not to treat me with respect or kindness.” She said demurely. It was an explanation she had given many times in affirmations to her father and brother when asked the same question.

“Mister, you got your work cut out for you!” The guy introduced himself as, “Buddy Sales, my last name is Sales, and that is what I do.” He handed Bill a business card that said simply “Buddy $ales” on a white card stock.

Bill didn’t think much of the card or the name and set it to the side. He returned his daughter to her position over his knee and began to spank her, driving the flat of his hand down as hard as he could. Jamie had been given enough spankings in the past week that it still fazed her, but it wasn’t making her cry. She counted each one out “One, thank you Sir” and only on the fourteenth strike when she had let her legs move further apart did she cry out as her father’s hand came down hard on her wet pussy.

When he finished giving her twenty he told her to thank the nice man for the donation and send her mother into the tent.

“Thank you Sir for watching me be punished. It was rude of me to take that tone with you and I hope that my embarrassment at my father’s hands in front of you atones in a small way for my treating you that way.” She could have said complete gibberish because Buddy was lost drinking in her youthful naked form and the rosy pink ass cheeks as she hastily pulled on her clothes as if savoring the fleeting drops of the last of his water in the desert.

“Mom, it’s your turn.” Jamie said as she flipped open the tent door to walk out. The sudden change in tone from demure apology to a more light hearted, ‘okay your turn to get yours’ was lost on the men inside but not her mother. Wendy slapped her daughter on the butt playfully in response as if to answer sarcastically ‘rub it in!’ with her touch.

Wendy hadn’t completely wiped the playful banter off her face that her and her daughter had quickly as she entered through the tent flap. When she walked in to see the two men soberly staring at her, “May I ask what I am being punished for, Sir?” she asked her husband as she stepped out of her clothes with the same precision of movement her daughter had moments before.

“Did you raise an ungrateful, thoughtless daughter who is rude to her betters?”

Wendy wanted to make a joke and ask if he had as well. She knew that wouldn’t help the situation so she straightened her shoulders and answered, “Yes Sir, I did and I am being punished for that every day.”

“So why should today be any exception lovely lady?” Buddy was smiling like a hungry man looking at a steak as he watched the bounce and shift of Wendy’s large tits as she took her position over Bill’s knee.

“Do you want to do this one?” Bill offered Buddy a chance to spank his wife.

“Are you kidding? With my Arthritis I would barely tickle her - You be my guest.” The elderly man had a trace of a Brooklyn accent that reminded Bill of Mel Brooks.

Bill repeated the spanking of his wife with the same force he had used on Jamie. His hand got numb as she counted, “Twelve, Thank you Sir!”

“At home, I have paddles for this. Sorry but I need to rest my hand for a second.” Without a second thought to the red bottom that was stinging in his lap.

“It must be tough out here having to rough it.” Buddy joked with Bill. He was in no hurry for him to continue, preferring instead to watch Wendy’s tits bounce as she faced the tent floor on her husband’s lap.

Bill didn’t answer instead he brought his hand down to finish off the remaining eight slaps to his wife’s ass although the last few seemed much lighter. It wasn’t because he had felt sorry for his wife. It was only because he had worn out his hand spanking her.

When Wendy composed herself she apologized as she had heard her daughter do. “I am sorry my daughter is such an ungrateful whore like me and that you had to be party to our punishment, Sir.” She offered him a curtsy as she had practiced dipping gracefully with one bent knee before getting permission to get dressed and leave the tent.

Bill escorted the man out of the tent and noticing several other customers, hastily said goodbye before the old man could get in a parting witty remark. Bill had marked down all the things that meant a lot to Wendy and Jamie but he had equally marked the things that mattered to him up. The family ‘heirlooms’ seemed like ‘family junk’ to the shrewd early morning shoppers at the flea market.

Bill had left most of his very prized possessions back at Rahjid’s motel weeks ago. He was sure no one would care

about his old sports memorabilia so it really didn’t matter to him anyway at this point. He reflected about how

Things seemed to have changed.

“You know it’s odd,” Bill said in a moment of self-genuflection to his wife and daughter. “A week from now was supposed to be the ‘Annual Internet Forum Users Meeting’. The people off my internet forum, get together and have pizza and shoot the shit and meet face to face.”

Bill had been talking to these people for years. He had often argued about politics, sports, religion history and things he really knew nothing about and cared even less about. He would see someone express an opinion and it gave him some satisfaction to disprove their theory or offer a counter point. He would argue, sometimes at length, and it had long since stopped being about the sharing of opinions to reach a consensus and more about humiliating the other person.

When he lost his jobs months earlier he had turned increasingly to his forum as a place to relieve his frustrations about growing older and losing his place in the household as breadwinner. His arch nemesis, ‘Graymalkin’ was always counter-opposed to everything Bill had said under his nom du plume, ‘Iceman5142’. Gray had gone to Bill’s rival high school twenty years earlier and claimed to have seen the final game that meant so much to Bill as a senior. He also claimed Bill had never been named MVP and won the game ball.

Bill had been looking forward to travelling 80 miles to attend the internet forum meeting this year to show his rival the game ball signed by the coach and the old super8 tape of the game. That wouldn’t be possible now that they were in such dire economic straights and his stuff was locked up in Rahjid’s storage some place, pending his paying of the bill he ran up at the motel.

“It really doesn’t matter” He said honestly. His priorities had shifted in the last week. He no longer felt the need to take his frustrations out on the strangers of Facebook and the internet forums. He had his wife and daughter for that. He had more than that though. He had this new closeness to them. He had just made them feel like complete heels and humiliated them, but he didn’t feel guilty about it. He knew they were being good sports about the whole thing but there was something more to this new relationship. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it- A closeness the family had now that they faced these shared hardships together that they never had before. The internet forum seemed childish by comparison now.

“What? Oh how much for these wooden coasters? Well if you don’t use a coaster on the furniture in our living room, my wife will give you a face. Give them the face, Wendy.” Bill was jarred awake from his thoughts to answer the question of some customer about the price of coasters. His wife glared at the customer menacingly but they only laughed assuming it was a joke.

“Ten cents” Bill offered and they handed him a dime and walked off with the corkwood stack of coasters.

“Sir, if you don’t mind me saying, we’ll never get what we need at this rate.” Wendy hadn’t told her husband they were heading for a financial meltdown for days while he over spent. She had agonized that he had taken the mantle of leadership of the family and that included their finances and he must have had a plan. When he discovered they were broke his initial reaction was ‘why didn’t you tell me?’

After her punishment at his hands and a lengthy discussion, Wendy now had a mandate to offer respectful concerns dealing with financial matters.

“Good point, here comes your son now with my solution to that.” Bill noted eagerly as he stuck the dime in his pocket.

“I got it, Dad!” Chris had whip cream, pie tins, markers and some cardboard.

“You remember Lucy who used to give advice for a nickel?” Bill asked his wife and daughter rhetorically. “You’ll be giving hugs for a dollar.” He quickly wrote, ‘Hugs $1, everything else negotiable’ on a sign that he hung on the front of his merchandise tables.

The first few customers looked at the sign and grinned but no one asked about them. The girls were getting lusty glances and looks from teenage boys to old men and angry leers from jealous women shoppers. They weren’t getting much in the way of sales though.

“Okay, phase two is the pie sale. One of you will be the pie maker and one of you will take her turn poking her head out the tent window.”

Bill volunteered Jamie to get inside the tent, stripped her naked and cuffed her hands behind her back - “Never leave home without them”. He patted her on the butt and walked out to the front where only her head could be seen through the canvas tent window.

He hung a sign “Homemade pies to eat $1 or throw at my ungrateful teenager” under her head. Then he showed Wendy how to make a ‘home made pie’ by using whip cream only and filling a pie tin. “Try to recycle these, we only have about thirty.”

“Wow, this is like ‘Revenge of the Nerds’!” Chris laughed as he pinched his sister’s cheeks. “Except I think in that one the Delta Pi’s had naked pictures at the bottom of the pie tins.”

Jamie’s face blanched at the thought of being a human target for their twisted games, but she kept up her positive smile and lifted her chin as if it only mildly annoyed her to be stuck with her head through the window of the tent.

Bill thought about the logistics of that and declared it was improbable as they waited for customers. He was surprised people seemed to think it was a joke. There were interested gawkers who walked up to ask what she did wrong. “Talked back to my dad and brother, Sir” Her pathetic answers didn’t illicit sympathy from people at the flea market. They had their own unruly teenagers or were themselves and their response was usually derisive laughter and a quick glance at the Taylor junk.

The stuff that was underpriced seemed like it must be of very low quality to be priced so low and the stuff that was overpriced just scared off any other customers. The Taylor’s had been there for almost an hour and had forty dollars in profits to show for it – which after their lot rental fees and the supplies for the pie toss, that was going to be a wash.

A young blonde toe-headed boy walked up with his family as bold as could be to Jamie and asked “Kissing booth?”

“Sure, Buy a pie and you can kiss my sister.” Chris answered for his pouty sister. Jamie tried not to look pathetically helpless about it and gave him a wink and an inviting smirk, instead.

The young boy didn’t get a chance to answer because his seven older brothers emerged as if from nowhere to take him up on that offer. The older brothers were big teenagers with the same physical build as Chris. The first one handed him a dollar, took a pie from Wendy and threw it hard in Jamie’s face.

“Suh-PLAT!” The white cream pie had hit its mark dead to center only a few feet away and completely covered Jamie’s face and hair. “I can kiss her now?” The older teenager asked plainly. Jamie for all her false courage remained calm in the face of the public humiliation she had only just begun to endure.

Jamie had her eyes closed - her pretty face completely obliterated by white cream. She puckered her lips in response to his question and the teenagers in line chuckled in response.

There is a famous line from Forrest Gump that said, “Whenever you see a line, stand in it. You never know where it may lead!” There is some truth to that idea because when people see a line, they suddenly become interested and may want to stand in it themselves. That is exactly what started to happen as boy after boy lined up to have a throw at Jamie and then give her a kiss.

They’d usually wipe the cream directly off her lips and leave her hair matted with it and the rest of her face covered. Then they’d awkwardly plant a kiss on her lips and if they opened their mouth, she’d open hers. She had done nine rounds of this before the little boy who had started the whole interest finally had enough and shouted “Hey I didn’t get a turn!”

Wendy bent down and gave the whining boy a smooch on the lips that was hardly provocative in response to the irate young man. His response was to launch one of the pies meant for Jamie directly into Wendy’s face. “I didn’t get my throw.”

The spectacle caused a wave of laugher over the twelve or so spectators who were either in line or just enjoying watching what was happening.

“Hey, I’d open up a second window, but the tent only has one window in the front.” Bill consoled the crowd about the wait.

“We can pie the mom, too?” One of the older boys asked in disbelief.

“Yah, but it still costs a dollar.” Bill answered as if things were perfectly normal. The nonchalance in his responses only served to humiliate Wendy further. She felt they were talking about it as if she were a prop or a toy to be played with if there was space.

Every third or fourth pie aimed at her daughter’s face was suddenly turned on Wendy who was standing right next to them and sploshed into her face once it became obvious she was fair game. She would awkwardly wait for them to kiss her after unexpectedly ambushing her with a pie to the face, and with the exception of the first kiss, everyone also groped a little ass or boobs as they collected an open mouth kiss.

Bill had discovered himself a gold mine, if he could keep the interest up in his line. After the initial dozen or so spectators had their kiss it was starting to die out. Bill was doing his best imitation of “Medieval Steve”, the carnival barker who had only nights before run a successful ‘tomato pillory’ to torment the girls for money at the county fair.

The same kind of demographic that comes to the county fair seems to be a large portion of the flea market customer base - questionable personal hygiene, 1980s fashion sense, flaired hair, large belt buckles, boots with skirts, hoochie skirts on the women and wrangler jeans on the men.

“Hey from behind the tent, you can see the daughter has no clothes on.” One of the earlier customers who had been peeking called out. He was at the back of the tent looking into one of the open window flaps.

Bill quickly went behind to quiet the calls as three of the boys joined the one who had discovered the perfect peeping spot. “Look, you guys can stay back here but you have to keep it on the down low. It costs a dollar for admission.” He hastily added the second stipulation.

“To see a butt? Mister we got the internet. She aint even shaking it.”

Bill went inside the tent and uncuffed his daughter and whispered in her ear. She understood his order and when her hands were free she began to play with her pussy while remaining bent over to receive kiss-pie-kiss-pie-kiss pie.

“There how is that?”

“Better, but not worth a dollar” The eldest boy, who reminded Bill of his own son just dressed in denim overalls, complained.

Bill went into the truck and found a station that played rap music and turned up the radio.

It was obvious to Jamie, the female rapper’s infectious beats were a signal to dance and bounce her ass and the accomplished dancer did just that as she continued to masturbate.

Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada

The basic bitches wear that shit, so I don't even bother

I put that on my partner, I put that on my family

Oakland city representer, address me as your majesty

Yeah you can kiss the ring, but you can never touch the crown

I smoke a million Swisher blunts and I ain't never coming down

Bitch you ain't no Barbie I see you work at Arby's

Number 2, super-sized Hurry up I'm starving

Gnarly, radical, on the block I'm magical

See me at your college campus baggie full of Adderalls

Call me if you need a fix, call me if you need a boost

See them other chicken heads? They don't never leave the coop

Unlike Buddy $ales, the teenagers at the back of the tent didn’t need or desire any explanation for the surreal sexual spectacle. This may not even be that surprising, that some trailer park sluts were flashing their asses and selling kisses and they weren’t going to think too hard about what was motivating them. They handed over the extra dollar to watch the girl play with herself to rap music and a slow progression of young guys made their way back there. Chris stood watch to play, “Door man” while the guys at the back of the tent egged Jamie on.

Jamie was ordered to masturbate herself and given the way the piercings made her feel anyway this was an overly authentic chance for her to play with herself. She shook her ass for the guy’s sake, but each time she pushed down and rubbed her clit in a steady circle she felt the overwhelming urge to moan. This was good news for the men who kissed her because as she released the euphoric hormones from her good-feelings of masturbating into her body she threw herself into the kisses and sucked the air from their mouths or would playfully hold their tongues in her mouth for some of the cuter boys.

Jamie’s eyes suddenly went wide after twenty minutes of constant masturbation. “Daddy, I mean Sir!! Oooh please come in the tent!” She sounded like she had just broke something. Her face was caked with fresh whip cream and it was all down her hair and shoulders as she stood up to point to her ripe, shapely teenage tits. A small amount of milk was leaking from them “Oh my god, what is happening?”

“It’s nothing, jeezus, you act like your fucking broken.” Bill summoned his wife inside the tent and stuck his head out the flap to assure the six or seven people currently in line that it would just be a moment. “Get undressed and lick your daughter’s nipples, I’ll do your job and make the pies”.

Wendy was shocked when she involuntarily joked, “Are you gonna kiss em too?” She coiled herself awaiting Bill’s heavy handed response at the joke that had just slipped out of her lips. Bill only laughed and told her to hurry up as he smiled at his wife’s creamy white face to get back to the counter.

Wendy waved at the five guys standing behind the tent who had either kissed her or her daughter minutes earlier before collecting behind the tent for the show. They shrunk back when she acknowledged them. It occurred to Wendy that it seemed to make it more enjoyable if they felt they were peeping so she ignored them from that point and disrobed careful so as not to get the whip cream on her clothes.

Then she got under Jamie who was back in position and masturbating and started to lick her nipples delicately.

“I am the one they call cow tits ya know.” Wendy whispered to her daughter conspiratorially.

“Don’t make me crack up.” Jamie whispered back in between awkward kisses and a pie to the face. “My boobs are so sore.”

“They do seem bigger and more full. I hadn’t noticed until this morning. I just thought it was that I had never really seen you topless before all this began and the way the piercings elongate your nipples”

A wave of orgasmic panic shivered through Jamie’s delicate body as goose bumps appeared on her rib cage from her mother’s teasing licks of her tits and words. “Should we be worried they are treating us like guinea pigs and now I’ve got milk leaking from my boobs?” Jamie’s question was half concern and half-humorous. The fact that she was finally getting bigger boobs made it easier to contemplate.

Wendy had moved the cot so she could lay under her daughter who was bent over so her head can stick out the window. She began to masturbate herself with one hand while she caressed her daughter’s back with the other and used her tongue to titillate her nipples.

“Well Mom?” Jamie asked

“Hmm?” Wendy was in her own little world.

“Never mind.”

The two put on a show, and even switched places in the window for the next forty minutes until someone from the flea market came and shut down the pie window/kissing booth. Bill even offered them blowjobs from both his wife and daughter but they weren’t interested. The quiet man didn’t know about the tent window peep show in the back. He had complaints from other vendors and he only cared about quieting things down.

“Wow, I am surprised we didn’t get kicked out.” Bill joked to his son who was standing on one side of the tent making sure no one whipped out their dicks and started masturbating and everyone paid.

“Yeah, I am not sure what you have to do at the flea market to get kicked out, but apparently this was not enough.” Chris laughed in response.

Without the kissing booth in the front to draw new customer,s the back of the tent peep show soon faded down to one viewer and when Chris asked for another dollar to keep viewing he tucked himself in his jeans and left as well.

“That was good, but we still haven’t moved our merchandise.” Bill checked on his wife and daughter who were oblivious to the fact that there was no show. They were kissing and touching as they lay on the bed together intently looking into each other’s eyes.

“Hey I hate to interrupt your make out session, but we have work to do!” Bill put his hands on his hips.

The girls seemed more embarrassed that they hadn’t noticed he had been watching and had to be reminded to stop than they had about doing it together in the first place.

“I get it, I know it’s just an act for me and Chris because you know we like it, but you don’t have to enjoy it so much.” Bill said to the two girls who weren’t so certain that the last hour had been as much of an ‘act’ but neither were going to say anything if the other didn’t.

“Get your clothes on, and Chris will walk you down to the bathroom so you can clean up.”

Bill was counting the money as the two got dressed. Wendy had already come to this conclusion but Jamie was becoming aware of how humiliating it is to have very little charged for your services. If Bill had charged a hundred bucks to look at her ass or a thousand, it would have made her feel ‘high priced’, but at a dollar a peep, she felt like a cheap whore.

A part of her was disgusted about that, but another part accepted and even embraced the role she had to play. It was as if her self-esteem was so confused right now that being a slut actually awakened an adventurous feeling inside of her.

The two of them sashayed behind Chris as he escorted them to the bathroom at the flea market. The filthy concrete brick bathrooms were affixed to a food kiosk that sold the greasy foods that Chris loved so much. He was torn between eating or taking the two of them into the bathroom so he could supervise their clean up.

“The things I do because I love you so much.” Chris said jokingly but sweetly enough that Wendy and Jamie knew it was sincere. He hustled them into the men’s bathroom and other than the stench the one thing that dominated the room was a trough that served as a long urinal to serve as many guys as could crowd around it. The stainless steel tube running along the top washed it all down with a tiny trickle of water.

‘Sinks out of order’ sign was covered in dirt. It had been there for weeks -both toilet stalls were embarrassingly stopped up with toilet paper and filth. “Can we use the girl’s bathroom, Sir?”

“What, you expect ME to go into the girl’s bathroom?” Chris answered “There is still water” he pointed to the trickling stream running down the metal trough urinal.

Wendy’s mouth popped open in surprise at Chris’s stark order.

“Would you hesitate like that for Dad?” He asked as he started to evolve his expression from sweetly sadistic to serious and sadistic. “You think if water came out of that sink it’d be any more clean than that trough?”

Wendy looked at the sink covered in dirt and realized that the stainless trough actually seemed like a cleaner option. She reached her hand in to it to gather some of the cold water for her face.

“Get undressed first! I don’t want you getting your outfits as wet as your pussies.”

“Yes Sir” Wendy and Jamie answered as they stepped out of their skimpy clothes. They were defeated and offered no resistance. They picked a spot on one of the bathroom stalls that was relatively dirt and rust free to drape their clothes on as they stepped out of their shoes and wearing only their new dog collars washed themselves by hand.

“Do each other, you know the drill. You are a team.” Chris insisted the girls wash just like at home when they are forbidden to touch themselves. The original premise for that was that this way they don’t get off on touching themselves in the shower, but the original purpose had been a farce for Chris to watch his mom and sister playfully shower each other’s naked bodies under the running faucet at home.

There is one rule of fate that seems fairly consistent in the world. If you are trying to teach a kid how to use a bike in an empty parking lot, no matter how abandoned and out of use, someone will want to drive through at that time and make you nervous. Wendy didn’t remember teaching Chris to ride a bike but she remembered the old Church parking lot near their house when Jamie was little and how it seemed someone found a reason to cross the parking lot even though she had chosen the spot because the Church was empty.

That rule also applies to being naked in a public bathroom. It doesn’t matter how out of the way that bathroom is, but when you least want someone to come in – in they walk.

A 30 year old Mexican guy nodded at Chris as he saddled up at the urinal to relieve himself. Then he did a double take at Wendy and Jamie who must have been in the blind spot of the eye that prevents you from immediately noticing the two naked women washing themselves in the urinal right in front of you.

“Holy Shit, Mang!” He said after he recovered from being stunned by the sheer audacity of the two girls.

“You mind if they finish washing the white stuff off their faces?” Chris implied that it might be cum even though the mirky white cream looked more like wet shaving cream.

“What the fuck, Mang?” Was his answer as he stood with his dick in his hand watching the two embarrassed women washing each other. It had taken them a while to make as much progress as they cleaned off their faces and chest with the trickle of water, but now they were standing at the trough waiting for the man to finish pissing so they could continue.

“I am sorry Sir, if my daughter and I are offending you with our nudity. We got messy earlier and my son couldn’t very well go into the woman’s bathroom with us.” Wendy explained with a half-smile as seriously as she could. If even a week ago, when the idea of submitting to the men had been introduced, the thought of where she was right now had occurred to her she may never have agreed to this.

Standing naked in a dirty bathroom cleaning her daughter’s face, hair and leaky tits with her fingers from a urinal trough while a stranger tries to make sense of what he is seeing was not something she could have anticipated or imagined. A week later after all the humiliations, training, pain and sex and she couldn’t imagine a Sunday without something like this - She had to laugh at the notion.

“Why have you stopped washing?” Chris’s question was a strict reminder he had not given them permission to stop.

“Well we are downstream of the gentleman, I was waiting for him to finish.” Wendy pointed out that the shared trough had only a single drizzle of water and right now it was the color of yellow as the mustached and tattoed Hispanic man emptied his bladder into it.

“Is this like Candid Camera, Mang?” He started to shake his cock into a semi-circle in the universal ‘I’m done pissing’ movement and zipped himself up.

“No, it’s like two dumb whores who got messy, who think this bathroom is too good for them. taking their time because they are too lazy to get back to work. and think I’ll go easy on them if they drag this out.” Chris judged harshly. There wasn’t any truth to it but the stinger bit into Jamie and Wendy both.

“You are shitting me, you two are whores?” The big Mexican guy said, finally able to turn and drink the two of them in with his eyes.

“Yes Sir, my mom or I will suck your dick for money.” Jamie said trying to sound confident.

“How much?” The guy bit at the offer.

Chris asked for, “Twenty, take your pick, they are both good cock suckers”

“You two don’t look like whores. Your faces are way too pretty.” He was still skeptical as he took the twenty out of his wallet and handed it to Jamie who only motioned him to pay Chris. “He handles our money, Sir. We would only waste it.”

She dropped to her knees in front of him assuming he had selected her and unzipped his pants. He was still flaccid and his cock smelled of fresh piss but she put it in her mouth and began to work at it from the dirty tiled bathroom floor. He was still in disbelief as he tried to make sense of what was happening.

A man chose that particular moment to walk in and seeing the two naked women instantly turned on his heels to leave. “No it’s okay man, come on in.” the Mexican guy offered the stranger welcome to the bathroom.

The stranger walked in reluctantly, “Seems I am interrupting something, I’ll just wait outside.” He was an older white man in his late forties. He looked wholesome like a pillar of his community that might have stopped at the flea market after church.

“They are giving blowjobs for twenty bucks, Mang.” The Mexican guy laughed at his explanation. Wendy was watching her daughter and looked up to smile at him naked. Her face still creamy from the pies.

“Without condoms?” he asked skeptically

“Yeah man, why you got the HPV?” The Mexican answered cheerfully.

“I do not!” The forty year old sounded offended as he reached for his wallet to pay the Mexican man who was getting a vigorous dick massage. “No give it to the kid, he is their pimp.”

The man paid Chris, and after awkwardly trying to find a little privacy in the bathroom, settled for having Wendy, with her back to the far wall, squat down and take his dick out of his pants and make sweet love to it with her mouth.

Four more guys came in to the bathroom and two were customers, before once again the little old man who had shut down the pie throwing operation, peeked his head into the bathroom while Jamie and Wendy sucked dicks in the nude.

“Nuh-uh, you can’t do this in here.” Is all he said as he popped his head back out of the bathroom. The customers finished up as quickly as they could with one guy insisting on half his money back because he didn’t get to cum.

The flea market clerk, satisfied no one else was getting serviced in the bathroom, let the girls clean up, dress and leave without incident.

“Holy shit, what do we have to do to get kicked out of the flea market?” Chris asked his mom and sister as they walked out of the dirty bathroom almost a hundred dollars richer than when they walked in.

Jamie laughed at her brother’s comments, “I was thinking the same thing? I thought for sure we’d end up at Flea Market jail. Do you think that’s how we were able to get away with so much at the county fair?”

Wendy answered for Chris, “What? That trailer park people aren’t as uptight and don’t give as much a shit about what people do?” The answer was so plain and raw that it sounded more judgmental and less playful than Wendy wanted but it got the message home. Places like this tolerated women flashing tits and prostitutes because that was the kind of people who came to flea markets.

The t-shirts that said ‘My other ride is your mom’ and ‘I am proud to be a Rebel and if you love Obama you can kiss my balls’ on a confederate flag were on sale here because people that wore them shopped here. Chris even offered to buy a “If you think I am a whore, you should see my mom” shirt for Jamie but it was decided Bill would have a fit if they spent money instead of helped get out of the debt hole they were in.

They were walking through the maze of stalls selling everything from ‘As seen on TV’ wonder gadgets to auto parts and fake colognes without paying attention to the leers and glares they were getting from people. The people of the flea market might tolerate them and even accept them but dressed and acting as they were they were still going to gawk at them. The high heels kept the girls asses wriggling in their tiny skirts and the lack of bras only made their piercings poking through the flimsy half shirts they had on more apparent.

“I wanted to bring something up since it is just us three,” Wendy paused and asked Chris, “If it is okay with you Sir?” He shrugged and she continued, “I’ve known for a while your father has an annual internet forum meeting thing this coming weekend. He booked reservations for it months ago and I think one of the things bothering him about our money situation is now he isn’t going to get to go.”

Jamie caught a delighted wink from a perverted old man who was selling glassware and she winked back at him lasciviously before agreeing that was terrible that he’d miss it. She remembered him talking about it one year but had never paid much attention. “Doesn’t he go every year?”

“Well he always wanted to but between my job, your cheerleading and whatever you, Sir are doing, he never did” Wendy couched the ‘whatever’ Chris was doing in as polite a way she could.

“Hah, don’t sugar coat it Mom, yeah hang around on my fat ass – please continue with what you are trying to say, Cum gobbler”. He chuckled.

“I can’t believe I am saying this,” Wendy summoned up her courage, “We’ve already sucked a few cocks today and made some money. It shocks me I’ve been able to do all this without freaking out. I thought sucking dicks like a whore was as low as I could sink but now that I’ve done it, well I guess I can’t get lower.”

“For the first time today and probably the last time ever, I am going to tell you to ‘spit it out’.” Chris made a double entendre that brought wintry smiles across the girls’ faces urging his mom to get to the point.

“Just that if Jamie is willing, put us to work as your whores at the flea market and let’s make enough for your dad to go to the internet forum. It’s important to him and you are going to make us do it anyway, Sir.”

“Are you saying you enjoy being my whore, Mom?” Chris smiled at his mom.

She smiled back knowingly, “You may think I enjoyed being vulnerable, humiliated and naked in a dirty bathroom sucking cocks while you profited because it’s such a glamorous life, Sir,” she teased “and I will admit there was a certain adrenalin rush of doing the unspeakably dirty thing, but honestly I am asking you to pimp me out harder than you might be inclined, because I really think he deserves to go.”

“You don’t think I pimp you out hard?” Chris asked his mom acting wounded by her comment but tempering it with a smile to let her know he wasn’t serious.

“You pimp us hard, but for instance those three men over there,” Wendy indicated some young guys in denim overalls who were checking them out. “You could offer our mouths to them and we could probably do it behind one of the stalls before that freaky little man who runs the flea market comes out and tells us to stop, Sir.”

Jamie was smiling at her mom’s devilishness and how forward she was being about it.

“Why do I have to be the one to make the offer? Can’t you go over and seduce them?” Chris asked as he considered the young guys.

“I agree with Mom, it is a little easier when it feels like you are telling us we have too and making the decisions - I don’t know why.” She felt a little stupid and a whole lot slutty admitting that if her brother arranged it, she didn’t feel as weird about it.

“Well, it is true that I don’t want you two to get uppity and start making deals with people, especially you Ass Face, because you’ll probably promise them a blowjob every day for a week if they buy this one.” Chris was making reference to his sister’s predilection to offer them in the past to get out of sticky situations. “How about offering your ass and pussy?”

Wendy was about to explain what her and Jamie had talked about on the truck when Jamie stopped her. “You could, but I was going to beg you and Dad if I could only offer my ass for a little while, Sir?” Jamie looked at her brother intently

“Why? You aren’t on your period.” Chris knew that very well since he inspected her sweet pussy on a daily basis.

“I would like to save offering my pussy to someone special, and once I do that then I will surrender it to you to rent out, Sir.” Jamie answered succinctly but almost choked on the words as she heard herself say them out loud.

“For who, Bradley Jenkins?” He teased his sister.

“Maybe, Sir.” She answered playfully

“Fine, you can offer your ass and mouth only THIS time, but when we get back to the booth you are going to beg me and dad properly.” Chris decided like an executive planning his agenda as he strutted forward to the men.

Jamie wondered why she suddenly felt she had won a small victory now that she was about to get fucked in the ass for possibly the first time. Her mother gave her a reassuring glance as they both sauntered behind Chris towards the men.

They were slapping each other on the arms as if deciding who would speak first when the girls approached. They had obviously been staring hard at them in their trashy outfits and dog collars. They stood out in a sea of people dressed in trashy outfits. That was in part because in the face they didn’t have that hang-dog trailer park expression but still had the face of suburbanite, white-bread, middle America. Wendy and Jamie were both lookers and had sharply refined noses with high cheek bones that seemed to look out of place on bodies that were wearing revealing miniskirts and halter tops.

“My mom and sister were wondering if you’d like them to suck your dick.” Chris said plainly with a dead pan expression.

The three guys started to chuckle and slap each other more on the arms as if they had struck the lottery and none of them could speak.

“Twenty dollars for a BJ, fifty dollars to fuck one of them in the ass.” Chris laid out the price and the men suddenly became more wary.

“Sure, we pay you and you guys disappear with the money. We’ve heard this scam before.” Said one of the guys who was shorter than the other two, but may have been their leader.

Jamie confidently took his hand and guided it under her skirt very quickly and gave him a feel of her slit. “No scam, I’d really like to suck your dick Sir.” She performed her quaint southern accent that she had used at the fair for the guy since he seemed like a ‘Country Boy’ to her.

“Fine, half now and half after we bust a nut.” The guy answered shrewdly sizing up Wendy. “There are only two of you, so is this guy supposed to suck off Zeke?”

“No Sir, he is our pimp. He’ll hold the money and keep a watch out.” Wendy answered trying her best to emulate her daughter’s sexy accent and support their charade as whores. “He can fuck me while I blow one of you.”

“Oh I see, one of us has to pay the fifty?” The short man was getting more skeptical and he crossed his arm.

Chris took back over negotiations “Look, if you want to take turns with them sucking your dicks, it doesn’t matter if all three of you stick your dick in my mom’s mouth, you’ll all three cum for sixty bucks. Is it a deal?”

“That aint your real momma.” The man said skeptically as he and his friends put together thirty dollars in mostly wadded up ones and fives. Chris didn’t want to offend them by asking if they had all sixty because the deal was already tenuous and he thought he should be getting back to the family’s booth soon anyway.

Chris just nodded and followed the guys who led them out into the parking lot in broad daylight to their truck. Jamie and Wendy were already getting nervous about being led out into broad daylight behind the chuckling guys but gave each other confident glances for moral support as they thought about the oral support they’d soon be giving.

The three hopped into the truck’s cab and Jamie and Wendy followed. They usually rode in the back of their father’s truck and it felt strangely alien to both of them to be inside the cab. “Who wants who to do what, Sirs?” Wendy asked and the men answered by awkwardly unzipping themselves without taking down their denims.

Wendy took the leader in the driver’s seat by reaching for his cock and pulling it out. She noticed none of them were willing to look down for fear of seeing the others cock. Wendy noted how she could get used to seeing Jamie’s nudity but men had such a hang up about it.

The guy in the ‘hump’ seat of the truck was the one they called Zeke and Wendy used her other hand to expertly begin to pump his semi-hard cock.

This left Jamie to kneel at the guy in the window seats dick and begin to serve it with her tongue and lips expertly.

She wove a spell of magic as she worked her saliva up and down his shaft in a race with her mom to finish first. Neither Wendy nor Jamie admitted it, but they were both competitive and had been secretly racing each other during the blowjobs to see who could make the guy cum the loudest, most or fastest. They both were silently keeping score in their head and assumed the other was completely unaware of the sordid little game they were playing.

The guy at the window seat popped his cork first and shot goo down Jamie’s throat feeding her his white spunk. He spoke for the first time and sounded functionally retarded. “Thank you Vewwy Much!” The fact that he seemed like he wasn’t very bright only deepened Jamie’s humiliation but she answered him sweetly, “No thank you Sir, it was delicious.” as she licked her lips and was about to start on Zeke’s dick while her mother stroked it.

Her mother had silently finished the leader’s cock and left him in quiet orgasm as she joined her at the same time on Zeke’s dick. The two grinned at each other and Wendy began to lick up one side of his shaft while Jamie polished the other side with her tongue.

Zeke didn’t last long with the two cock suckers giving him double pleasure and when his cock volcano erupted Jamie was the first one to guzzle his jizzle. Her mom making a mental note of a win for Jamie looked a little sullen until Jamie pursed her closed mouth at her mom knowingly and the two French kissed, exchanging the cum without being told. They had only done this a few times in the past and strangely it felt like a shared victory.

Wendy erased her mental scoreboard of a win for Jamie on that round and marked it a mental tie with satisfaction that her daughter and her had been good sports.

The leader hustled the two out of the cab without as much as a thank you. That was no surprise to either of them. They were growing used to men being relatively in a hurry to pull their pants up and go back to normal after cumming. He was reaching for his wallet to pay when he unexpectedly turned his key and put his truck into gear and peeled out of the parking lot leaving Jamie, Wendy and Chris standing surprised.

“What the hell?” Wendy exclaimed with disappointment. She looked at her son as if to gauge his reaction to determine if he blamed the two of them or was upset at her outburst of emotion.

Chris just shook his head, “Those fucking assholes, I had a suspicion they didn’t have enough money.” Was all he said as he ushered his mom and sister back to the family booth to report to his Dad what had just gone down.

“Come on Ass face, no sense in crying over spilled milk.” Chris chided his sister who looked disappointed as well they hadn’t made all the money they were supposed to. Jamie smiled at his stoic attitude about the loss and decided he was right to shake it off.

“Thirty dollars for three minutes work is more than you two are worth anyway.” He added wiping the new smile spreading on her face right off.

The Family Feud IV

Chapter Three

Jamie’s Journal –Sunday at the Flea Market

STAR COUNT:

WENDY: 43

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 1,3,0,0,0

JAMIE: 52

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 4,3,0,0,0

**Note to reader: This is Jamie’s journal from Sunday Morning detailing the events of approximately 10am when she is at the Flea Market. In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a ‘narrative’ story format.

“Oh my God” that is what I was thinking all morning when the pies were flying in my face. “Will this one hit me next? And will this crazy redneck try to swap spit with me even if he misses?”

My father had placed the throw line so close to my face that there was no way they could miss. As each guy came to the tent window to kiss me, I had a feeling they could see inside that I was naked with my hands cuffed behind my back. My suspicions were confirmed when they started gathering behind the tent to watch through the rear tent flap.

I should have known my Dad wouldn’t mind. He actually wanted me to masturbate and dance for them. I have to admit, I never really thought of him as the over-protective type, but he seems to really enjoy showing me off to strangers. What choice did I really have but to comply, and okay journal since it is just you and me, I was getting off on playing with myself in the tent. It made the facials I was getting from the whip cream pies a lot easier to endure.

We probably didn’t make a lot of money at that before the guy who runs the flea market came and shut down the pie throw and peep show my dad and brother were running with me as the star attraction. He didn’t tell us to leave or call the cops, he just waggled his finger and warned us to stop.

I am so freaked out about my boobs starting to leak milk that I can barely even talk about it. I feel betrayed that they didn’t tell us we were taking some kind of lactation inducing pill that Gerald stole from his dad’s pharmacy (no doubt as payment for dating me). On the other hand, I can’t help but notice how full my boobs are getting and I can’t help but wonder if some of the intense mood swings I have been having are related.

I go from euphoric confidence at times to scared naïve school girl and sometimes to evil little vixen. I just assumed it was the stress of realizing I’ve probably been kicked out of school and will be known forever as the girl who came out at the pep rally in body paint and danced around like a little attention whore. That isn’t the only stress, I mean I’ve sucked so many cocks, I’ve finally lost count and it’s only been two days since I started.

Earlier this morning I agreed to get fucked for extra stars and I didn’t really even think about what it is going to be like when I opened my big mouth. Am I just a dumb, naïve girl who doesn’t know any better or did I subconsciously want to be more of a whore than just a blow job queen?

These are questions I have to wrestle with while I walk around the flea market dressed like a trailer park, porn store queen. I can’t tell if some of the guys who gawk at me and my mom wiggling our asses through the flea market are doing it just because they think it is sexy or they are laughing at us. I can’t tell if it’s a guy who kissed me and watched me masturbate or he is a stranger, but I keep looking at their eyes to see if I can sense some recognition from them.

I can hardly be blamed for not being sure if they were one of the guys at the tent because I was forced to stay bent over with my head stuck out of the window and my eyes were constantly being coated in thick whip cream between kisses.

My brother is really loving all of the attention we are getting and he took us into the men’s bathroom so he could watch us clean up. He likes to pretend that if we weren’t being watched we would be lazy and lollygag around in the bathroom. I don’t think we would want to spend one more minute in there than we had too.

My mom has been inspiring me though and she continues to give me a well-placed wink and a nod when I need it most. I was standing in the bathroom completely naked washing my face with urinal water when a guy walked in.

I hate to say “Mexican guy” because that sounds racist, but I guess that is the best way to describe him. All I know is that before you could say “Burrito” he has his cock out and mom and I are licking his smelly dick. It was all such a blur. I sucked four more cocks before we were told once again by the manager that we can’t be in the men’s bathroom.

I would have expected him to haul us to ‘flea market jail’ or something, but he just told us it was a no-no and let us go on our merry way. I keep wondering what we’d have to do to get thrown off the premises and told never to come back. I have a sneaking suspicion I may just find out today!

Then mom told me about Dad’s internet forum user group meeting thingy. I would not have given much thought to the importance of his events because I’ve been so focused on my cheerleading camps and school activities that really thinking about what is important to anyone else wasn’t ever on my mind. I have this new education to thank for my sudden burst of empathy about Dad’s hobby.

I know we are hurting for cash and the house payment and the car payment is due and no one says anything lately about me wrecking mom’s car but I know that is on their minds and I really feel guilty about it. Mom did something that Chris didn’t seem to appreciate or notice but I think we’ve all turned a corner. She ASKED if he would pimp me and her out harder so that Dad could go to this internet thing that means so much to him.

Mom and I haven’t had a ‘strategy session’ since this started about how to approach Dad and Chris. We’ve talked about bluffing and seeing if we can ruin their fun by asking for more than they are willing to make us do. I think that strategy would have backfired although we’ve definitely tried it at times, especially with Mrs. Waxerman and her nephews during our ‘white alert’ sessions.

We talked about dragging our feet and trying to avoid humiliation as much as possible but Dad’s incentive program has brought out our competitive nature and both of us have been working hard to end things sooner by accepting as much as they can throw at us and more.

I think we have really just been playing it ‘straight’ and doing our best to give the guys payback and even have a little fun with our situation when we can.

Today though mom really threw me for a loop when she went above and beyond that and asked Chris if we could be good little whores and pushed harder to earn our way out of this situation. The only other answer is mom is starting to come to grips with our situation and she is actually enjoying being pushed hard. I’ll make a mental note to talk to her about it when we are alone together.

That wouldn’t come for a while because my brother picked three guys who were ogling us and offered us to them. He offered my ass to them but the cheapskates only wanted mouth relief. That is for the best, because I hope the first person to take my ass is going to know what they are doing and none of those dirty rednecks seemed like they knew their cock head from an apple stem.

We got in their truck and sucked them off and at the very end mom and I kissed and I passed some cum to her mouth from mine. I wasn’t even told to be a dirty girl, and I was!

What is wrong with you Jamie? Are you a pervert? I keep asking myself why I did that but I wanted to see the pleased look on their faces and the few times mom and I passed cum that way guys seemed to really love it.

These guys didn’t love it enough to pay us the whole sixty dollars. They hauled ass as soon as we cleaned their dicks out.

“Come on Ass face, no sense in crying over spilled milk.” Chris made me realize I was being petty over them leaving and that it was only my ego at work.

“Thirty dollars for three minutes work is more than you two are worth anyway” he wiped the smile right off my face and reinforced that for now he is the boss of me. ‘Taylor men rule, Taylor women drool’ I thought to myself as we reported to my dad.

Dad was not happy we had taken so long to get back until he found out we had earned money giving blowjobs. He seemed to think it was my mom’s fault we didn’t get paid in full for the BJs in the parking lot.

“I am sorry Sir, I am not to handle the money because I can’t be trusted with it.” My mom answered patiently, reaffirming something he had explained was one reason the Taylor men would hold all the cash.

“Obviously, and now you can see why!” My dad was connecting what just happened about us getting ‘stiffed’ for the cash with my mom and I not being able to be trusted. It was kind of a game he played, like if one of them farted in public, they liked to make us take the blame for it.

“I am sorry Sir. I’ll try to be a better whore for you. Your slut daughter also had something she wanted to say.” My mom had given my begging session the introduction it needed.

“Can we talk in the tent, so I can strip and be on my knees before you and my brother like a good slut, Sir?”

“We don’t have a lot of customers out here, so I don’t see the point. You really think that after your mother let people drive off and not pay for my merchandize, I should leave her out here by herself?” My dad wasn’t making this any easier by declining my offer to beg for my virginity in the nude.

I cleared my throat and summoned my gleeful, cheerleader positive can-do attitude. “Earlier today when I was cleaning my mother’s cunt with my tongue in the kitchen, I agreed to be fucked in both holes for extra stars Sir.”

He nodded as he dusted off some knick knacks. I knew he was eating this up, but he was doing a pretty good job of seeming disinterested.

“After thinking about it, I would like to ask that it only be my asshole that gets used, Sir.”

“Nonsense, you can’t go back on your word.”

I had every reason to explain that I hadn’t given him my word and I had only half-grunted while eating my mother out but I knew he would twist that around if I went down that path. There were some people walking past but I went down on my knees anyway. The gravel was rough and dusty and bit into my knees but I knew I needed to make my case. “I am a virgin Sir and I’d just like my first time to be with someone special.”

“Your brother and I aren’t special?” Dad sounded deeply offended. There it was, the weird feeling of taboo in the pit of my stomach that it was inevitable he was going to fuck me – his daughter. He had beaten me, chained me, fed me by hand, watched me piss, and made me suck his dick, but somehow this new idea seemed like it was going past that gray line I had built up in my mind into a place that seemed more deeply perverted than the cocks I sucked in the bathroom minutes earlier.

“You ARE special, Sir and I’ll…” I tried to lower my voice as someone walked up to our counter and I could see my dad wasn’t going to let me get away with hiding it, “I want you to be the first to break me in up my ass.”

The woman customer didn’t say a word. She just turned and walked away from our counter as if she hadn’t heard me say that while remaining on my knees.

“Why?” Dad had his hands on his hips as he asked me to explain myself.

“You’ve done it to mom enough that you know how to take your time and not rip me open, and you are going to fuck me anyway, you should be my first Sir.”

Chris joked, “Some loyalty”.

“As far as I know you haven’t fucked anyone up the ass sir, but you can watch and go second if it pleases you?” I consoled him without sounding too bitchy (I hoped).

“Fine if this is what you want, then get in the tent and lube up your asshole really good and be ready for me when I get in there.”

I obeyed immediately and stripped in the tent. I took some hand lotion we had been using to lube ourselves for various punishments and slathered it on my still tender asshole and got on all fours on the cot to wait for my dad.

He was discussing something with my mom just out of earshot and she seemed to be agreeing with him. I kept wondering once we crossed this bridge together, if he will ever see me as his little girl and daughter or always as a whore to sheathe his cock in.

He and Chris walked into the tent. They had apparently forgotten the concern about my mom letting people walk off with the merchandise.

“You sure you want me to be your first?”

“Yes Sir, to take my asshole cherry!” I tried to muster up ‘playful’ but I think I only channeled ‘goofy’ in how I sounded.

He put his thumb and finger up to my asshole and started pressing “You should be able to work two fingers into her asshole before you ever think of putting your cock in, Son.” He was explaining to my brother while he moved around to where my head was for me to unbuckle him.

His throbbing manhood was beating right below his belly as I unzipped it and intuitively put it in my mouth to get it ready. I sucked him, but not so well that he was going to come early. I knew that would piss him off if he didn’t get to finish in my ass.

He let Chris get behind me and massage my asshole with his fat stubby fingers poking and prodding into me while I sucked my father’s dick and started to move a little back and forth on his thumb.

“Push in there all the way to the knuckle and wriggle around, make sure there aren’t any little turds floating around in there.” My Dad sounded pragmatic as he instructed Chris on how to bore me out for cleanliness. I was pleased he found nothing.

My dad pulled his cock out of my mouth and got behind me while Chris swapped places with him. Chris’s first order of business was to stick his salty fingers into my mouth so I could clean him off while I felt my father’s prick tap on the outside of my asshole.

I wanted to cry, but I put on a brave face and unzipped by brother so I could suck his dick while waiting for the inevitable impalement to come.

Instead of jabbing it into me the way I assumed it would come, my father took his time to pull my cheeks apart and slowly squeeze his dick into my asshole. It felt tight like I was being ‘filled’.

“May I masturbate with my fingers, Sir?” I gurgled the question while slathering my brother’s dick with saliva.

Dad slapped my ass hard. “Thinking of your own pleasure? This is to give ME pleasure, to submit to my whims. This is to allow me to establish dominance over you in your tightest hole. You will NOT play with your honey hole while you get it up the ass unless someone tells you too, understand Ass face?” He slapped my ass again to prompt me to answer… I did.

He drove himself further in a few inches to the point I could feel his thighs on the back of my legs. I knew his entire length wasn’t in but he had come in quite a distance and he was fucking himself back and forth a little bit in my tight opening.

“Please fuck my ass Sir.” I cooed as I opened my mouth around my brother’s dick.

My Dad seemed to like my encouraging him and he was feeling me become less tense because he started to slide himself in and out almost all the way up and down his shaft to the base of his balls each time. I kept my hands in front of me using my brother’s dick to hold myself up while my father started pounding me from behind.

“OREO!” Chris announced as he started to face fuck me in time with my father’s thrust down my poop chute.

I know I shouldn’t say ‘poop chute’ unless ordered, and have to call it an asshole, but that is what he called it at the time so that is what I am sticking with. It is my journal after all! ?

I was expecting it to hurt worse than it did. The metal plug from the chastity belt I wore sometimes was shaped in successively expanding round bulbs that reminded you after each one escaped or entered your ass that it was being invaded by something foreign. Aside from the shock to my dignity, once my father had his cock inside of my ass, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.

I focused more on the creaking of the cot as he rode me back and forth and drove me harder and harder against my brother’s cock with my mouth. I had started to lose track of all time, whether this had lasted a few seconds or minutes was beyond my power to estimate.

My dad had the full length of my hair wrapped around his hand and was pulling it back like the reins of a horse. I thought yanking my hair would hurt but as rough as he was, I can’t say that I minded. It felt like the appropriate thing to do with my long hair in the way.

I looked over my shoulder and saw my mom peeping at the tent door flap. I smiled at her to reassure her that I wasn’t in pain and not to worry about me. She just retreated back from the flap once she realized I could see her watching. I don’t blame her if Dad had caught her peaking and not watching the merchandize there is no telling what he might have done - I would have done the exact same thing.

My dad slowed his fucking down to a complete stop. I thought perhaps he had discovered shit coming out of my ass but it was that he was about to blow his load. He jerked my hair hard and this time it really hurt and then he proceeded to deposit his hot cum up my ass. I could feel his cock pumping his semen into me but I couldn’t actually sense the amount of cum he was actually depositing.

He was completely out of breath as he gasped, “You are going to get one star for this session, but both of us are going to break in your ass. That is fair right?”

“Yes Sir” Was I going to argue right when he had just cum in my ass that technically I should get one star per person? I don’t think so. I just agreed. After all, he did agree to let me keep my ‘virginity’. In retrospect, it’s hard to really claim to be a virgin with a straight face after you’ve had anal sex with your own father, lol.

My dad got out his cell phone and took a picture of my raw ass. He later showed it to me, what a mess I had made back there. He made me lick his cock clean and let me use a napkin to wipe the sweaty mess from my butt cheeks.

Then they ordered me to squat over a saucer we had brought to sell and squirt out the cum. “Every time someone fucks you in the ass, unless told otherwise, assume this position and drip the cum back out before someone else uses your ass. Guys don’t like to put their dicks in other men’s cum.” He instructed.

I hated it but I farted twice while I held myself open over the saucer. My father said it was perfectly normal but it didn’t stop him and Chris from giggling. They were finally satisfied I had dripped out enough of it. He took the saucer to my mom for what I assume was her cleaning it. He said something about, “It’s not a mason jar, but look at what your pretty daughter made for you.” I hadn’t got a chance to see what my ‘slut squeezins’ looked like but I pictured something white with a little brown in it - Eewww, ick, right?

They liked to call basically anything that came out of us ‘slut squeezins’ and I knew exactly where mine were going to end up – down my mother’s throat!

I got back on all fours on the cot and waited for my brother to enter me. I held my ass cheeks apart and looked straight ahead.

“How was it Sis?” Chris asked me while my father was outside the tent.

“It was fine Sir, it’s your turn.” Was all I could think to say to him in response. Did he expect me to gush about how it blew my mind or how I was wondering how much my therapy bills are going to be ten years from now when I’ve finally had time to process what a little pig I was being?

“This is actually my first time.” Chris admitted to me that he was still a virgin.

“I thought you said you had that girl up in Canada one time?” I remembered once when Chris had bragged about a girlfriend that he had in Canada that seemed to be too perfect to be true. I smiled at him impishly now that I realized that had to be entirely bullshit. I was trying not to seem like I was calling him out for lying although I couldn’t be sure if he could tell I was giving him my ‘That’s okay’ look or not.

He got behind me and began to wrap my hair around his hand like spaghetti around a fork the way my father had. “Keep it up Sis, and I am going to enjoy this more than I should.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant by that and I didn’t want to probe too deeply. That is a funny expression considering that he started to probe me deeply in an entirely different way. I was already completely loosened up from my father’s cock and he slid right in like a hot knife through butter. He didn’t need to inch his way in even though he is a little bigger than my Dad. He was able to fuck me at a medium pace with minimal effort.

His fucking me was not as intense as my father’s session had been. He was just going for the ride and when my father re-entered the tent, he stood and watched for a minute and then slapped him on the back, “have fun, son.” And he walked out without a word to me.

Without a cock in my mouth it left me only the green canvas of the cot to stare at and the tent rear window. I kept looking up expecting an audience of excited weirdos to materialize but they never did. I kept thinking I should make “Oh!” noises but Chris was quiet and so was I – the only sound was the steady creaking of the cot and his occasional gasp for breath. Chris was a slacker’s slacker and exercise for him was like kryptonite to Superman.

He was sweating and the hair from his pubes and chest were clinging to my back now as he tried mightily to finish.

“Please cum in my asshole, Sir.” I said meekly trying to sound sexy.

“Acck, I can’t.” He stopped fucking me and pulled out in disappointment.

“Why not, Sir?” I asked sweetly and turned to look at him. I was never sure if I should look him right in the eyes or not. It felt like maybe it was confrontational but I could tell he was being sensitive and honest and it felt appropriate to make eye contact right then.

“Don’t give me those innocent baby blues. It just feels wrong to fuck you in the ass. You guys never pushed us this hard and I feel too guilty to get off on it.”

“You’ve cum in my mouth before, Sir?” I reminded him but that didn’t seem to cheer him up. “Look, I know Cathy Griffin made you stick things in your ass for her that day I left you with her.” I turned to him and put my hands on his shoulder to comfort him.

“When I agreed to the rules, it was agreed that the training for us had to be different because the kind of things we made you and Dad do wouldn’t have really bothered us. We exercised, ate healthy, and cleaned up already so to submit, it had to be in ways that addressed our shortcomings and pleased you guys. You are perverts, we get it.”

He was listening to me, but looking down at my tits while I spoke. I was surprised that he seemed to be so interested in them all of a sudden. He had spent a lot of time looking into the folds of my cunt and up my ass when he first got control of us to satisfy his curiosity and while he liked to pinch and twist nipples he hadn’t been expressly fascinated with them.

I looked down to see what he was seeing and then I noticed I was leaking milk out of my engorged nipples. “Sorry Sir” I cupped my boob and gave it a firm squeeze, it was definitely harder and firmer than I remember it being a week earlier.

“Keep talking” he said as he slid down to my chest and began suckling my left nipple. He was playing with the metal hoop of my piercing with his tongue as he sucked the droplets of milk that were starting to involuntarily seep from me.

“Well, think of it this way, every time you fuck me in the ass or rent me out to someone you are helping me earn my stars and making it so I am done with my education sooner. If you lined up 49 guys today, I’d be done! So I’d be thanking you.”

“Hahah, you wish. If you fuck 49 guys in a row you’d no longer be able to hold a shit in, it would just sl-i-i-d-e out.” He joked as he bit my nipple softly and moved his other hand up to massage my other tit. It was turning me on in a big way which was really clouding my judgment and making it difficult to process what I was doing. I giggled at his joke (more like a cute ‘Tee-hee’) and started to play with his dick to keep it hard.

He stared intently in my eyes and there was this intense connection of intimacy between us for a few moments before he laid me flat on my back on the cot. I cautioned him with a whisper “no” because I thought he was going to fuck me but he ignored me and moved down my belly to put his mouth over my cunt.

My mom had been the only other person to eat me out and usually she had only done the bare minimum to get us through the exercise. Chris was licking the alphabet, I could tell because I had done that to mom some times when I had to clean her. He started to playfully tap on my clit piercing and tug on the hood before reaching both hands up to knead my breasts and focus his tongue on invading my clit.

My first orgasm was almost immediate but short. Then it was followed by two smaller ones and finally I couldn’t stand it anymore I was writhing and squirming and I had my knees buckled around his head, holding him in place so he could continue to service my pussy - It felt amazing and I didn’t want him to stop. I can almost feel his wet tongue right now.

I whispered, “Fuck me Chris, fuck your little sister!” but instead he stopped and pulled up his pants and left the tent entirely.

I waited for a full minute before assuming he was done and asked through the tent material, “Should I get dressed Sir?”

My mom told me they were both talking and to just wait there. “Are you okay, Jamie?”

“Just peachy, mom.” I joked back to let her know that I was alright. I wish she had joked back because she just returned my joke with silence.

I really wished she would have said something. I was feeling all stretched out and slimy, my tits were sore and aching and I was swimming with mixed feelings of guilt, pleasure and a desire to remain true to my commitment. Her silence made me wonder if she was shocked, horrified or laughing quietly at my little quip and I just couldn’t see her face.

I remained on all fours on the cot in the nude and just waited for them to finish whatever they were doing. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again - the waiting can be an intensely difficult part of this training. When there is action and someone is directing you, at least you know what is happening and what may happen next. Alone with my thoughts I have a thousand scenarios running through my mind and nothing but time to wonder about them.

I pictured the door flap opening and in walking one of Chris’s Friends or Cathy Griffin to chuckle at my situation. I pictured Chris and Dad bringing back those gross boys from earlier to fuck me in the ass and run a train on me. Wouldn’t that be horrible? The weird part is that I think my imaginary version of that was far worse than the reality and I just wanted him to come back in and tell me what to do next instead of leaving me naked on the cot.

When the flap did open it was Chris pulling my mom with just two fingers by her collar “Come on in Cow Tits and take a look at my lovely younger Sister.” He shoved her into the room.

I hated to see him shove my mom around. I feel like perhaps if I could be the lightning rod to absorb all the family’s dysfunctions, and all of my dad and brother’s outrage towards us for what we did, that she wouldn’t have to suffer so much. I know that probably sounds really noble and probably like I am being selfless, but I am not trying to sound like a martyr. I just think maybe I can probably absorb more pain than my mom and maybe it would be better to focus it on me.

If the guys don’t have an outlet for their frustrations, they will turn on each other or go back to the frustrating behavior they seemed to develop over the years of feeling powerless. Wouldn’t it make everything we have done in training pointless if my dad goes back to being an angry, internet flame warrior who has to spend hours in pointless arguments just to feel like he ‘won’ at something? Or my brother going back to feeling like the lonely, nerdy kid who always gets picked on?

They’ve come so far and started to gain so much confidence and self-assurance. Okay, I am also not kidding anyone that this seems like an adventure on some level and I want to see where it goes. I’ve already done so many things I thought I would never do or never thought about doing and now that I’ve done them it feels like the shield of innocence I’ve been taught to hold all my life has finally fallen down and I am still standing. Once you do it and get it over with, you start to wonder why was I so afraid of this? Why was I so reluctant? Things have gotten so blurry for me between all that has happened in my life, turning it upside down, and this damned clip on my clit and now I learn I’ve had hormone treatment for a week, maybe that explains why I am so confused at times?

I’ve been ‘naughty’ and after years of being ‘nice’ and some times that can be exciting. Exciting may not be the proper word, there is a feeling of adrenalin rush and a curiosity about how far things are going to go that I can’t quite put into words. I’ve felt like a rotten bitch, who let my family down and participated in the humiliation of my father and brother. I’ve beaten myself up over being so self-absorbed before any of that ever happened. At other times, I’ve felt almost euphoric and brave as if I am indestructible both mentally and physically and while I’ve had those feelings before this training began but never quite so intensely.

There are of course downsides like my brother being able to order me to get down on the dirty tent mat and squat naked in front of my mom so she can sniff my asshole.

“Smell that shitter - you like that?” Chris demanded of my mom. “You two fart machines are going to be giving up those asses to strangers today like good little whores, right?” He sounded angrier than usual. I was suspecting he had gotten spooked when he had a chance to poke me in the ass and he was lashing out at my mom for some reason.

“Yes Sir, if you and your father want us to give up our asses, we are your whores to order around.” My mom was the first to answer and I followed quickly after. It wasn’t quick enough to avoid a slap from my brother square on my exposed ass cheeks. I guess I deserved that for being so absorbed in what I’d write in my journal to answer him promptly.

He flipped us around face to face and handed us a marker with the instruction to write ‘Pussy broke, use rear entrance’ on each other’s bellies. We did it and I tried to gauge whether my mom was smiling impishly or looking horrified - I decided it was a little of both.

“Look what Dad found my little fluffer- nutters.” Chris had taken his pants off while we were drawing on each other and was holding what looked like a wooden antique. It had been hand painted in a Bavarian German beer garden style with little men and women in lederhosen and green caps dancing around holding beer.

“This is a tit roller.” He announced. I was skeptical and I could tell my mom was too. Who would have made something like this for fetish play and sold it at the flea market. It did look like it could be used to flatten pie crust dough because it had a wooden roller and crank handle but now was not the time to challenge Chris. He had a maniacal look in his eye.

“Let’s see how many slut squeezings I can get out of your titties, since you like to get milky all the time, Sis.” He opened the wooden hinge to expose two wooden rollers and then clamped it down on my tits. Not at the base, but about 2 inches before my nipples began and he started to turn it. I knew my face was turning beet red as I struggled to endure the pain. I had my eyes shut as I pictured him rolling my tits as flat as a pancake - I tried not to scream.

“Go on fluffer, lap up that milk.” I half opened my eyes once he had stopped struggling with the pie/tit roller to see if he was talking to me. It was obvious he meant my mom because I could see her bringing her wet mouth down over my nipples to stimulate and suck the tiny bit of milk that had seeped out.

I think I must have OCD or something because my first thought wasn’t, “Holy Shit, my brother just used a chest-press to squeeze my tits until milk squirted out.” It was, “Why is he calling her fluffer? Her nickname is Cow Tits”.

It is almost as if he was reading my mind because he clarified “You know, maybe those are good names for you, Mom you are the fluffer and Jamie you are the fucking nutter.” He laughed at his own joke. I was mentally weighing whether ass face was more of an insult than ‘nutter’ and if he meant it like I was crazy or I helped guys get off or both.

“Put your chin on my cock, Nutbuster” There he went again making up even more nicknames. I suddenly noticed I had put my hands behind my head with my fingers interlaced without being told during the tit crushing ordeal I had just endured - I guess my subconscious did that. I didn’t take my hands away, I just complied with my brothers order and rested my chin on his fat chubby half-erection and looked up at him.

He was quiet for a moment, lulling me with his quiet strength that I felt secure on my knees before him. He must have intended to get me at ease because after considering my face and staring intently into my eyes his face turned cruel again.

“What is it going to take to make you cry, you fucking bitch? I want to see into your mind as the tears roll down your cheeks and onto your tits. You think you are impressing me by shrugging off the tit-press, and being a good little whore, but I know somewhere in there is the scared little sister who is too good for this, and who wants to weep and hide.”

“I am sorry sir” and before I could say anymore he gave the chest-press another crank and caused me to wince and reconsider what I might have said just then. My mom was still sucking my tits alternating between them while squatting in front of me and she gave my left one a small playful bite in solidarity with me.

“You fucking stone faced whore, you are always smiling!” He sounded so serious, but then his voice cracked and he started to laugh. He dropped his intensely sadistic façade and I don’t know why but I started to laugh too and so did my mom.

“Okay, okay… I am trying to be hard on you and give you an affirmation to get you two in your proper respectful position but you are making it hard by looking up at me with that dumb, goofy smile.”

I didn’t even realize I was smiling - I probably flash my big goofy grin all the time. “I am sorry Sir. It’s just the cheerleader in me I guess.”

“Well today it’s going to be the cock in you!” His tone was now joking as he dropped the charade of the strict task master and joined in the gallows humor.

He kept the chest press tightly pressed on me and arranged us both on all fours with our heads down to the gravel and holding our asses apart. I could hear him taking a photo with his cell phone, at least I assumed it was him as I couldn’t see behind me.

Chris held up a tube of Bengay. “Since you two aren’t going to give up your precious little piss holes today, you will apply this to each other between fucks. He slathered some of the ointment on his fingers and without warning applied it all around my pussy lips. “You should offer whoever just fucked you an opportunity to apply it and tell him your pussy is sore. If not, I want you two to apply it right in front of them if possible.”

He had used this on me before all around my asshole and I knew just how uncomfortable it could be. It caused me to shake and shimmy as the crème started to heat up around my skin. I know there is aloe vera in there to soothe but there is also some kind of menthol that really starts to sting if you put it on sensitive places. My cunt was extra sensitive because I was already hopping back and forth on my knees trying to hold my position.

He told me not to move and slapped my ass but I couldn’t help hopping and jiggling. He spoke directly into my asshole “Hello” and he tapped on it “is this thing on? Earth to Jamie…stop thinking perverted thoughts about your stinky little pussy feeling so good and stay still.” as if it was a microphone to my brain. It made me smile but did nothing to slow my spasms.

He gave my mom the same treatment and from the look on her face it was that same impish smile mixed with a look of abject horror she had earlier. She was grinding and digging her nails into the gravel underneath our faces just like I was as we both suffered through his introduction to our new ointment. He pointed out it was only fair since I wasn’t going to give up my pussy, that I also suffer in some way as ‘tits for tats’ (did I mention he is big on puns with a double meaning? Lol).

When the irritating pain of the crème had subsided he had us stand up and do jumping jacks (me with the boob roller firmly clipped around my tits) - With the extra weight of the wooden rack bouncing up and down and jabbing me in the ribs it was not very pleasant but both my mother and I did each one crisply inside the tent.

He pulled up his pants and stepped out to check on the stand and probably have a laugh with my father about what we just went through. We didn’t dare stop executing each jumping jack perfectly and in synchronicity with one another because the moment we did he probably would have walked back into the tent.

I’m in good shape but there is a point where my bare feet started to really feel like they were going to buckle on the jagged white gravel under them. Thankfully after about fifteen minutes we were told we could stop.

“Do you two walking cum stains need to piss or shit before we have you walk the length of the flea market to earn your keep?”

“No sir, but aren’t one of you going to come with us, to supervise?” My mom asked innocently. I knew it wasn’t that she wanted supervision as much as she didn’t want to be the one to have to go up and offer our services.

“Chris and me are going to eat lunch. You are to be gone for one hour – no more, no less. You can take your purse and bring your cell phone. You’ll be working together and I expect you to tell on each other for rule violations. This is where you two can prove you can handle yourselves with only indirect monitoring. You’ll send back cell phone pictures, and whoever has the most amusing one wins an H. If one of you out performs the other money-wise, you earn an extra star.” He explained which set off my internal desire to compete.

“Earn as much you can, but remember it’s twenty for a BJ and fifty to fuck you in the ass, don’t charge more or less.” Chris instructed as we both slipped on our clothes and I was finally able to unhook the tit press that was driving me bananas.

“Don’t you want us to earn extra Sir?” Mom asked my brother coyly.

“No, you two dumb cunts are manipulators. You might charge too much when it’s not worth it, or give deals to people you really want to fuck.” He looked right at me as he made that statement as if to drive it home further.

My dad looked like he was going to countermand what Chris just said and tell us to get whatever we could, but he stopped himself and shook his head yes - adding “We may be sending out ringers to test you, so don’t get crafty. If they offer you more, you just thank them and say you aren’t worth more and give them back their change.”

The two of them were watching our reaction as if maybe I was going to scream and beg not to walk the track.

The look on my father’s face as I sauntered out of the tent holding my mom’s hand and wiggling my ass “Wish us luck, Sir” was priceless. He seemed stunned and I’ve got to admit I really liked how the ones who looked most shocked where the guys and not the girls.

We picked a direction in the busy flea market and started looking for our first ‘trick’. I couldn’t contain my enthusiasm now that we were on our own and I probably had that dumb goofy smile on my face whether I wanted it or not baring my pearly whites like a slutty whore out to turn a buck or a kid in a candy shop which is exactly what I am.

The Family Feud IV

Chapter Four

Wendy’s Journal –Sunday at the Flea Market

STAR COUNT:

WENDY: 43

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 1,3,0,0,0

JAMIE: 52

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 4,3,0,0,0

**Note to reader: This is Wendy’s journal from Sunday Morning detailing the events of approximately 11am when she is at the Flea Market and recapping some of Jamie’s journal. In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a ‘narrative’ story format.

“Oh my God” that is what I was thinking as I stood outside the tent while my husband was fucking my darling daughter in her ass. What is wrong with me as a mother, parent and adult that I’ve found myself justifying all of the things we have been doing?

I stood there as my daughter had begged to only take strangers up the ass minutes earlier -That had been my idea.

Why didn’t I tell her to beg not to take anyone up any hole and to just play this twisted game with the least amount of humiliation possible?

I wrestled with those thoughts as well and all the conflicting feelings I had about our financial situation. Bill knew how to make me feel guilty about my boob job (even though it was years ago) and now not warning him we seemed to be heading off a cliff with all the bills due.

I have to wonder if my maternal instincts about being a good mother and a good wife are going haywire because of the hormones they’ve been feeding me? We’ve been on them for over a week now and maybe they have a subtle effect on how I process things? I’ve felt increasingly submissive like it is my place to be beneath the men of the house. That is completely against the programming I received growing up in the 1980s about female empowerment and getting ahead in the workplace.

I have this sneaking suspicion that my mood swings that alternate between anger, fear, and acceptance of my position could be related to whatever is in those hormone pills that make me leak milk. Then again they say whenever you think you have ‘sneaking suspicions’ you really have paranoia.

Bill had given me an affirmation minutes before walking into the tent. He basically did it right out in the open. He would ask “Are you a cumgobbler?” and I would answer that I am. He would ask if I knew I was inferior to the men of the house and I would answer that I was. Then he got on the topic of what he was about to do with Jamie.

“Do you know that I am about to fuck your daughter up her little stinker?”

“Yes Sir” it was always ‘my daughter’ when he wanted to say something bad about her.

“You twisted cunt, you don’t even seem like you are upset about it.” He dismissed me in disgust. I was confused, wasn’t I supposed to take all this on the chin and keep on coming? He walked into the tent and left me to mind our merchandise.

It wasn’t long before I could hear my daughter moaning inside the tent as Bill grunted and emptied his cum in her ass (I can only assume). That made it difficult to give my own situation the full gravitas it deserved considering I was also supposed to be hawking my treasured family heirlooms and decorations to passing strangers.

I hadn’t even told Jamie but this was really making me sad to see all the stuff I bought sold so cheaply. I guess it is like giving a ten dollar blowjob to a stranger. If I just gave it away for free it wouldn’t seem quite so cheap and tawdry as asking for a measly ten dollars.

Bill had marked up a lot of his own stuff and I knew that was his way of subtly reminding me he thought the tacky sports memorabilia and Fingerhut collectibles he considered ‘treasures’ weren’t junk. The elegant wicker baskets, candles and picture frames I had culled from Pier One, American Candle company and Bed, Bath and Beyond were all priced cheaply to demonstrate just how little Bill valued them. I wondered if he’d miss them when they are gone.

“Probably not” I thought to myself smugly. I was dealing with a Haitian man who wanted me to come down on some tumblers that were priced at a quarter for six of them. “I am sorry Sir. I don’t think I am allowed to negotiate prices.” I told him and he acted as if I were the most stuck up person in the world and walked away dismissively.

I overheard Bill and Chris shout “OREO” inside the tent and my mind went wild speculating just what brought that on. I pictured Jamie sandwiched in between the two of them with both of their cocks out jamming into her back and forth. It’s funny how two weeks ago I would have assumed Bill and my son were fighting over the last Oreo cookie if I’d heard that.

I couldn’t help it that my curiosity had got the best of me. I peeped in the tent and saw that I was right about the position Jamie was in. Her father was pulling her hair from behind and her brother was feeding his dong down her throat. How nasty am I that I didn’t rush in there and stop it?

Jamie caught me peeping but she just looked up at me with those beautiful baby blue eyes and flashed me her trademark pearly white smile like she was having the time of her life and not to worry - That girl is a saint. I say that with a certain hint of irony considering she has ‘whore’ tattooed on her ass and was smiling at me while I watched her take two cocks at once. I guess though it’s how she is serving and holding herself up that impresses me.

I wonder if Jamie realizes how magazine model perfect her All-American smile really looks? She never seems self-conscious about flashing that smile and she does it often enough. At that age, I always thought everything I did was awkward and goofy. It’s so nice to know my daughter is more comfortable with herself and didn’t fall into the same self-deceptive behavior that everything she does looks silly. She is just so naturally that ‘girl next door’.

Which is why it’s so surreal watching her pull her ass cheeks apart and let my husband drive his sweaty, hairy crotch into her backdoor and can actually look up at me and smile sweetly.

I didn’t want her to think I was a bigger pervert than it seems I am for allowing this to go on so I retreated back to the counter where I was supposed to be. I smiled at people who were more interested in my tits bouncing around in the short top I was wearing instead of the merchandise on the counter. I tried to think about anything else but all I could keep coming back to was Jamie’s adoring, trusting smile looking up at me. I have to admit I felt more than a bit guilty that so much of this is my fault.

I just wish I could go back in time and not have included her in enslaving Bill and Chris. I should say that I wish I hadn’t ever enslaved Bill and Chris – but I can’t. I mean on one hand I regret hurting them and putting them through it all but so much of this has taught us so much, even though it turned our lives upside down.

So I won’t say I wish I hadn’t enslaved them. I just wish this was all completely on me. I’d even let Jamie be the boss of me just like them. ‘Mistress Jamie’ could be cracking a whip over me and marching me around just like her father and brother and I’d be completely fine with that.

I spent the next several minutes painting a scenario in my mind that worked exactly like that. Jamie was my Mistress and I was jiggling and wiggling beneath her and because she knew me better in some ways than Bill and Chris her affirmations stung even more than theirs. She knows more how the female mind works and her dares and games and tortures would work on me because she knows what would scare her and bring out the submissiveness in her.

I envisioned her in red latex thigh high boots with six inch heels and a matching vest with a crotch less pair of scarlet-dyed leather shorts. She had a long red whip and she was winding it up and lashing into my back and telling me what a horrible mother I am.

“STOP PLAYING WITH YOURSELF SLUT!” Bill slapped me on the boobs and knocked me out of my daydreams. I had actually put my finger under my skirt and that was the first time I had played with myself without being told to do it (at least that I am aware of, maybe I’ve done it when I didn’t realize it and no one caught me).

I was sure he would punish me for it, but instead he handed me a saucer with what looked like pink cum on it. “Lap it up, cum gobbler.”

I did exactly what I was told and I soon realized that this had probably just come from my daughter’s formerly virgin ass. It didn’t taste like shit but I did get a coppery taste from the blood mixed in with the cum. I am smart enough to put two and two together. “You’ll both squat right after you get fucked in the ass and the other one will gobble it up. If you are alone then you’ll gobble your own goo, got it?” Bill liked to use alliteration like Chris liked to use puns.

“Yes Sir, I got it.” I answered. I was still trying to unlock the source of that wicked fantasy where my daughter was my Domme. I would like to say that I think it comes from my desire to protect her from all of this. If they all three focused on training me then she wouldn’t have to do it.

I feel like perhaps if I could be the lightning rod to absorb all the family’s dysfunctions, and all of my husband’s and son’s outrage towards us for what I did and their own shortcomings that frustrate them, that she wouldn’t have to suffer.

I know that probably sounds really noble and probably like I am being selfless, but I am not trying to sound like a martyr. I just know I can absorb more pain than her and I’ve already been getting fucked regularly so what is the harm if it continues to happen? It isn’t like I can sink any lower now that I’ve crossed this threshold? At least I don’t think I can sink lower.

Then again I had just lapped up a fresh saucer of ass-cum that my daughter dripped out of her ass that came straight from my husband’s cock. It may be premature to declare it impossible for me to sink into further degradation as I am finding each day they think of new and improved ways to humble me.

I suppose it is futile to wish that it was just me as the family pet and not both of us. Then again I wonder if maybe it isn’t so much that I want to save her – because I really do draw strength from our shared sacrifice and experience. Could it be I am such an attention whore I just want all of it on me? That is a horrible theory. I’ll push that right back to the deep, dark, outer reaches of my mind and focus on what I am supposed to be doing.

Which is apparently at this moment in time having my throat grabbed by my son with two fingers and jerked into the tent and thrown on the ground with my naked daughter. “Come on in Cow Tits and take a look at my lovely younger Sister.” He sneered at me like I am truly beneath him.

I don’t blame him for seeing me that way. The way I am behaving, there is no reason to respect me as an authority figure. He may never see me as one again but then he is almost grown anyway. I still see my parents that way but most people don’t by the time they are eighteen. I guess it’s like believing in Santa Claus. Eventually most of us outgrow the idea of believing our parents have some magical authority over us.

For Chris that time has come in spades, because he ripped my clothes off and manhandled me until I was down on the ground with my nose pressed up against my daughter’s pink, raw asshole. He was holding my neck with one hand and bracing my shoulders with another as if I might try to fight to get back up but all he had to do was order it and I would have assumed the position.

“Smell that shitter - you like that?” I tried to nod but his grip was so vice-like around my neck I couldn’t do anything and I was too stunned to answer before he said, “You two fart machines are going to be giving up those asses to strangers today like good little whores, right?”

Jamie must have been too because usually she answers right along with me, “Yes Sir, if you and your father want us to give up our asses, we are your whores to order around.” I blurted out. I was breathing heavy and I could feel my pulse racing now that Chris seemed to be getting out his frustrations on me. The scratchy white gravel was biting into my knees and being naked and exposed with my nose pressed to my daughter’s ass was only adding to the adrenalin of fear and on some level a primal arousal of being conquered and splayed like a freshly caught rabbit on the hunt.

Jamie was just a little slow on her reply to her brother. He didn’t tolerate it and he gave her ass a hard slap that made me wince for her - She wouldn’t soon forget that swat!

He flipped us around face to face and handed us a marker with the instruction to write ‘Pussy broke, use rear entrance’ on each other’s bellies. I knew that people would see that and probably ask and I was already trying to come up with some snarky response that might be funny. Jamie had that adoring, innocently naïve, girl next door smile and it made it hard to look at her.

I don’t know if she could tell if I was thinking about what I’d say to some old man or scornful woman about us parading around with something like this written in marker on our tummies dressed as we are, but I tried to give her a supportive wink to let her know not to be afraid.

Chris had what was obviously an antique Bavarian Pie Roller. He probably picked it up for a few bucks at one of the other stands of people trying to get rid of their junk and he obviously thought it was some sort of fetish device. At first I didn’t really think it would work but he managed to clamp it around my daughter’s boobs and I don’t know if her face was anguish or orgasm or some kind of angasm combination but I watched the entire thing.

He rolled it over her perky tits and said, “Let’s see how many slut squeezings I can get out of your titties, since you like to get milky all the time, Sis.” And sure enough milk started to spurt ever so slightly from her already puffy and sore nipples. I didn’t wait for him to tell me to do it I just opened my mouth and began to lick them. I knew it was an inevitable order and I had a self-satisfied grin as he ordered “Go on fluffer, lap up that milk.” To encourage me to keep going.

I am not sure where he got the term ‘fluffer’ from, but it’s a lot better than ‘Cow Tits’. He was probably sizing my chest up to see if he could fit the pie roller around it but fat chance of that. Score one advantage for having giant tits in all of this. They are normally big balloon targets for guys but at least for this exercise I get a free-pass.

So much for my, “I wish I was the only one serving” fantasy of the self-less mother who wants to absorb all the family’s anger, lust and scorn to spare them the negative consequences of having no outlet. I am so confused, I sometimes feel that way and then other times I am half-grinning ‘at least it isn’t me’. I think that might be my competitive side coming out.

Chris was doing an affirmation with his Sister, I really wasn’t listening. I should have been because I can sometimes anticipate the theme of his questions and start to plan my answers when I do. I also actually learn some things about myself when I listen to Jamie’s answers wondering if I would have phrased it exactly like she had or not.

I just kept licking and playfully biting at her nipples alternating between the left fat nub and the right one. I can tell now they are getting firmer and that has to be the hormones at work plus the constant blood-flow struggling to get to the tip through the fat ring piercings she has bobbing up and down. I used my tongue to flick them up and down and spin them a little through the hole of the piercing . I imagined them like tiny door knockers ‘Hello, I am your mother, can I come inside? Open up.’ I laughed out loud as I painted the mental image in my mind.

Perfect timing, because they were laughing about something else at the same time so it sounded like I was just joining in. Chris’s sour mood had evaporated and he was no longer acting like the stern task master with an axe (ass?) to grind. Isn’t it amazing how our absorbing his frustrations can make him more placid and affable, even loving?

I had started to wonder if maybe some of his jokes were intended to make himself not feel so guilty about punishing and training us. He once sternly handcuffed me to the shower rail and then said “Hang around” in this serious voice, but it was obvious he was joking because he did it in that Austrian Arnold Swarzenegger voice he sometimes uses to deliver short ‘Get to the Choppa!’ and ‘I’ll be back’ comments.

It is really hard to say what goes through Chris’s mind. I didn’t have a lot of time to think about it because he had arranged me and Jamie side by side on all fours with our knees, the flat of our palms and our toes pressed into the digging gravel. He slathered Ben Gay on my pussy lips and I suddenly wished I had been paying attention to his instructions because then maybe I would have anticipated it coming and prepared better.

I began dancing and hopping and squirming trying to endure the sensation of icy-hot tingling all along what is obviously one of the most sensitive parts of my body. He got it all up in my clit hood and it was all I could do not to bite Jamie on the neck just to control myself. I shut my eyes and wiggled in what was probably something like her “Angasm” earlier combining anguish and orgasm.

He said something while leaning into my asshole like “Clean up on Aisle Sixty nine, there has been a spill, it’s wet all over” and you can add gigglegasm to the list of terms I am making up today because even though I was digging my nails into the gravel and squirming I managed to gasp a little laughter too.

I wanted to joke, “Chris have you Ben Gay?” but I couldn’t bring myself to dare delivering the pun. I looked over at Jamie who was feeling it too and just rode out the feeling until it started to settle down. He told us we’d be applying this every time we get fucked as compensation for not giving up the pussy.

I don’t think that is really fair. I’d give up my pussy, it just isn’t fair to Jamie if I will do more than she will so I was doing that to support her. I guess no good deed goes unpunished because now not only are we going to squat and drink the cum out of each other’s butts, but we are going to ask the guy to lather up our twats and if he won’t do it right in front of him. Chris called it “Tits for Tats” that we’d have to give him something in exchange for not giving up what was his by right.

I guess in retrospect that is fair. He had us stand up and perform jumping jacks while he zipped himself up and left the tent. I wanted to say something to Jamie about how the day was turning out but she was having to deal with the tit roller flying up and hitting her in the face as she jumped up and then back down adding its weight to pull her tits down and slam into her belly as she exercised. I kept my mouth shut and just wondered if they were going to fuck my ass like they had Jamie before we start. I have to stop wondering so much about what happens next and stay focused on the moment at hand.

It was easy for me to keep pace with my daughter given I’ve been doing cardio like this for years - “Like this” I mean with the exception of being naked in a tent with Bengay ointment still simmering on my cunt lips.

It must have been fifteen minutes before Bill and Chris walked back in to check on us. We didn’t cheat while they were outside because you never know if they are supervising us secretly. My daughter would probably tattle on me if I did anyway.

“Do you two walking cum stains need to piss or shit before we have you walk the length of the flea market to earn your keep?” My husband asked but he didn’t tell us to stop so I kept going.

“No sir, but aren’t one of you going to come with us, to supervise?” I was suddenly aware that without either of them to supervise it also meant we’d have to be the ones to walk up and ask. I am sure it sounded like I am becoming more reliant on them to keep me in line and probably on some level I have, but this was for the purely selfish reason that it was going to be far more difficult to be aggressive with strangers now that I’ve spent over a week being submissive with them.

Bill explained he was going to lunch with Chris and that we were to be back in exactly one hour. We were to take the camera, and to earn extra stars we could take naughty and daring pictures and send them back. It was less a suggestion and more of an implied expectation. I was already noting the look on my daughter’s face as she was probably wondering how she could win the contest. I had to smile that she was so much like me because that is exactly what I was thinking.

Chris told us we couldn’t negotiate the prices, they were fixed. I assumed he would want us to charge more since we were in such a financial pickle but he didn’t want us wheeling and dealing with the clients “tricks” as they are called on the “track” (Hey, compared to Jamie I am a seasoned whore, so I know these terms).

I thought Bill might countermand Chris’s instruction but he just nodded and told us that we’d probably try to give deals to the good looking ones and piss off the ugly ones. Speaking for myself, He was more than half right on that one, I guess he is right about me being naturally manipulative. He made it clear he’d try to send a ringer to test us so we’d better play along.

We got dressed quickly and took each other’s hand and sauntered playfully out of the tent – wiggling what the good lord blessed us both with. Jamie even dared a sultry “Wish us luck, Sir” as we picked a random direction in the maze of toasters, vacuum cleaners and cheap samurai swords for sale in the stalls of the flea market.

There is quite literally nothing you ‘need’ in any of these shops. One place sells knock off perfume the next place sells homemade pickles that completely crushes the sweet smell of ‘Brittanee Speers Fanta-C Night’ knock-off ‘Compare to Brittany Spears Fantasy Midnight’ scent with its garlic pickle kosher goodness.

We weren’t going to get permission to eat but I was already getting hungry from the smells of the fried foods and pickles. I had always eaten healthy and lean foods but right now even cum would have been a welcome relief to the growls coming from my stomach. I didn’t want to take the guys up on their offer to let us piss and shit before we left because I knew that would involve complete inspections but I probably should have answered yes when they asked if we had to go. If I texted them back now to ask they’d probably say ‘no, you had your chance’, which serves me right for keeping my mouth shut.

We were on the hunt to find ‘tricks’ to fuck us in the ass and earn as much money as we could for our bills, and money permitting, to get Bill to his internet user conference. We’d probably be done with this training by then and I’d definitely go with him and try to enjoy my new freedom - that is if he wanted me there.

I sure hope they want us in their lives after seeing us as such trampy whores. I wouldn’t blame Bill if he didn’t trust me after this.

“Should we try to take pictures first, or look for customers?” I asked my partner in crime Agent Assface.

“I guess if we take the pictures, it could probably drum up some business.” She replied sweetly.

“No fair putting your thumb over the camera lens when you take my shots.” I joked with her as I spun the purse with the condoms, camera phone and Bengay in it on my wrist.

She laughed and said “We could always try to find a guy to work the camera for us, to be fair.”

“No, they’d probably get us to move further and further back as if they are zooming out for a wide shot then run off with the camera and all the pictures.” I remembered a scene from National Lampoon’s European Vacation where that very thing had happened. You know it’s funny, as a teenager in the 1980s watching that movie I didn’t realize at the time it was so naughty. Rusty went to a titty bar and ran into his mom and dad there. That was kind of a fucked up movie – Do families have vacations like those?

I guess now that we have been through all this, we would.

“True, plus I trust you to be fair on the pictures.” Jamie smiled. Awww, how cute and trusting can that little slut be? I had plans to crush her in this competition and she has to go and play the sweetheart card on me. Naturally, I had to play it right back and add “Oh look, Shake Weights!” in the same sweet, excited tone that she used.

The box says it’s a ‘new and revolutionary way to energize your work out’. It looks like a dumbbell but the box explains it, ‘Shake Weight® Utilizes New Workout Technology Called Dynamic Inertia, which can increase Muscle Activity to nearly 300% compared to a Standard Dumbbell.’

That translates in laymen’s terms roughly to ‘You hold it like a giant cock and then shake it up and down like you are jacking off a horse’.

I picked up one from one of the many ubiquitous ‘As seen on TV’ stands in the flea market. I gingerly, sniffed it and looked right at Jamie and then kissed the top. “Take a picture” I said playfully as I started to pump it up and down. I have to admit that if you do it the way they intend it really does work your muscles, but almost immediately after Jamie brought out the cell phone to snap away a few shots people started watching it bob up and down in my hand with giggles on their lips.

I remember Medieval Steve saying ‘You only get the jokes you are supposed to get’ when he made some saucy comment about how ‘hard’ it was to hit us ‘lovely girls’ with tomatoes at his Renne fair pillory. He was talking to a family with some kids to explain why the father got his obvious penis jokes and the kids were just laughing at the obnoxious slapstick of pelting two women with semi-rotten fruit.

Tomato is a fruit right? Who cares, I guess going through something like this changes your perspective on what is important and what is trivial knowledge.

When it was Jamie’s turn, we had actually gathered a small dedicated crowd of a couple people to watch us. It seemed like perverted old men mostly but there were a few people standing there more out of morbid curiosity.

Jamie one-upped me immediately by taking two smaller Shake Weights one in each hand and began pumping them alternating one up towards her mouth as she brought the other down. She even pushed her tongue into her cheek on the opposite side of her face to simulate the shake weight if it were the head of a cock throbbing in her mouth. I had to give her credit even I was laughing at that - Clever girl.

I took some pictures and when she had carried the joke on just long enough to hold people’s interest she added ‘Mom, how do you know when you are done? Is something supposed to squirt out?”

The people passing by tried to pretend not to be watching and the ones who made no bones about watching us all laughed in unison at her raunchy question.

I was on the spot to deliver a witty response in retort but all I could come up with was to examine the tip of one of the Shake Weights and flick my tongue out to lick it, “No, I don’t think so. They don’t have the technology.”

Apparently my dumb slut act was cute enough to garner a little laugh but not as much as the one Jamie got.

“I sure wish we had some real ones to suck, I am getting a little hungry.” I added aloud hoping one of the guys standing around might understand my not so subtle hint and introduce himself. Flea market clientele are not known for their ability to pick up on subtle entendre and I should have known we weren’t going to get any bites with that approach.

Jamie just gave me an ‘Oh mom’ look as she rolled her eyes at me. I was wishing we had Chris with us to help us initiate the transactions because he could be blunt and I didn’t have to transition into a more aggressive role and try to negotiate the sale of our asses. I remembered the last time I did something like this was over a week ago at Rahjid’s motel (When it was just Bill and I) and it all seemed like a blur to me now but I remember one of the parts I liked least was the awkward negotiations with strangers. I hadn’t really settled into the feeling of submission I have now so it was definitely one of the parts that left me feeling most disgusted about our little mission.

Jamie gave me a ‘this is how it’s done’ glance and walked right up to the nearest man and asked him very directly “Would you like me or my mom to suck your dick?”

He just smiled at her, and nodded yes but started to walk away by backing up. He had obviously become very overwhelmed by the directness of her approach.

I grinned at her now deflated ego, “I guess this isn’t going to be as easy as we thought.”

She looked confused as if she couldn’t understand why a grown man would turn down an offer to get his dick sucked from a pretty teenager. I could think of a dozen reasons but the one that stuck out in my mind - he was intimidated. It’s primal in their nature that men are the aggressor and the hunter. They don’t want their prey stalking them and turning the tables.

I tried to explain my theory to her as we walked on to look for a new target to try and past stands of Dooney Bourke purses which I assumed were knock off and t-shirts that were just as offensive as anything we had seen at the county fair.

I think the shirts were probably more racist than dirty but some managed to do both with “If I had known all this would happen, I would have picked my own cotton” on the front was a picture of a black civil rights march. On the back -the picture of a pretty, young, white girl holding a black baby and the caption ‘If I had known this would have happened, I’d have just sucked his dick.”

I had to laugh out loud because that one was clever. It was pretty racist, but it was clever. You gotta laugh at how absurd this stuff is and it’s laying out in front of elderly grandmas and people’s kids right there where you can see them. I think in the 1980s there was more stuff like that and in a way the Flea Market is kind of a time capsule back to that time when things were more overtly inappropriate and tacky.

That could explain why we seemed to fit in and despite a reasonable amount of stares no one really did more than follow us with their eyes.

“Wow, can you believe it’s almost Halloween?” She looked up at some knock off costumes. There was “Batman” with a generic “B” on his chest right next to a trampy trailer park slut costume designed for a pre-teen with the word “80’s girl” written right on it.

I had to laugh because I think the guys had that exact costume in the ‘slut box’ at home where they pick our outfits. I just knew there had to be a place that sold this kind of stuff.

“Yeah, and we better find some tricks, or else we won’t get any treats.” I laughed in response as we eyed up two handsome guys in their twenties. “Are you sure you want to do this? Really be a whore?” I whispered.

“Aren’t I already?” she indicated her body and the way she was dressed with her hands.

“You haven’t sold your ass for money though have you?” I answered back realizing how silly it was to whisper in a crowded flea market that was in full hustle-bustle mode.

“I’ve had it tickled, tattooed, spit on, touched, stroked, licked, I think I am ready mom.” She stuck her tongue out at me playfully.

I took a deep breath and let out a tiny sigh. I suppose I was trying to let myself off the mental hook by hearing her say she was willing to take one more step in this direction. I don’t know what I would have done if she had said she wasn’t ready. That is the problem with asking questions – you might get the answer you didn’t expect.

I looked back at the guys. They were now my targets and I was a sopwith ace fighter pilot flying down from the clouds with the sun to my back. I swooped in and made sure the first thing they saw when they lifted their head from the dollar bins they were rummaging through was my smiling face.

“Hello Guys” my daughter stepped on my foot to warn me I was supposed to say “Sir” but guys seemed so much more conversational. I smiled and pretended I didn’t notice my daughter’s friendly reminder as I asked if they didn’t mind a little company.

The guys flirted back and unlike most of the people at ‘Flea World’ they actually had a little game and flirted back.

After a few exchanges of pleasant conversation I finally lowered the boom on why we were really talking to them.

“Things are kind of expensive here, and I forgot most of these places don’t take credit cards, do you think we could work out a little trade, Sir?” I felt dumb trying to negotiate and call them Sir, like I was forever in an Oliver Twist play asking for more porridge.

They ignored the odd title and one of them asked skeptically “What kind of trade?”

“Well, we could suck your dicks for twenty a piece, if you can be cool about it Sir?” I added, mentally summoning up all the courage I could to be so forward. I noticed Jamie was getting antsy and I assumed at the time she was just as nervous as I was.

The look on their face was so priceless it was a ‘jackpot’ moment and they both looked us up and down hungrily drinking us in. They had been smug and confident in returning our advances but now they knew they owned the entire ballgame and the two of them were mentally slapping each other a high five I am sure of it.

I was hoping Jamie would chime in but she just smiled that pretty smile of hers and shuffled nervously. “We’d probably have to suck a lot of dicks to get the money we need, so I’ll tell you what, I’d like you guys… we’ll let you fuck us both in the Ass for fifty dollars a pop if we can do it in your truck or something.” I laid my final cards on the table.

Their eyes further widened reminding me of Millhouse when I offered to kiss him at the fair, but instead of the fear and shock it was more like the look of someone who just won the jackpot on Wheel of Fortune.

“Mom, can I use the cell phone, I really need to text Chris and Dad.” Jamie blurted out quickly.

“Whoa, that’s your daughter?” one of them asked me in joyful surprise.

“Did you think we were Sisters, sweet heart?” I felt like sweet heart wasn’t disrespectful and was a nice change of pace from Sir. I was reaching in my purse to hand a suddenly frantic Jamie the cell phone.

JAMIE: S1r this Assface, can I plz sh1t?”

CHRIS:

No, you shuld hv gone when you were asked.

JAMIE:

Plz, Plz, Plz, Sug3r on TOP!

Jamie was discovering something I had learned about getting fucked up the poop chute and that is about fifteen minutes later your bowels loosen from all that rooting around that just happened back there and you feel like you have to take a massive dump. I tried to salvage the ‘date’ I was setting up with our ‘tricks’ while my daughter tapped the text messages out to obtain permission.

CHRIS: Dad sez U can go if you give 1 star, or it’s a correcshun when u get home.

JAMIE: Fine, correction, plx Sir!1!!

She was stamping her feet when the final order came

CHRIS:

U can sh1t anywhere but a bathr00m, lol kk thx bai

Jamie looked up at me with an expression I recognized. Bill and Chris enjoyed making us do the ‘pee pee dance’ and hold going to the bathroom. I understand their reasons beyond the immediate enjoyment of just watching us suffer as, desperate to piss and shit, we have to hop around in agonized anticipation of a satisfying release.

I suppose on some level it is similar to the blue-balled release of teasing them and making them wait to masturbate for me when I used to be their boss. I think also they know that for a woman this is a very private experience and it really gets inside our head to have to ask permission to do something we took for granted for our entire lives. When we finally do get to release, the endorphins of pleasure are released and we associate being able to drop a deuce with the relief and pleasure and are actually thankful to them for letting us go.

Jamie scurried off as she tossed the cell phone my way calling out her apologies. I glanced over the cell phone message and smiled at how sadistic my son could be - He really was very clever at times.

“What was that?” one of the guys asked skeptically.

“Just a message from our pimps, I could do you both or we could wait for her to come back.” I smiled as I changed the subject back to closing the deal.

“Come on man, I think this is a bait and switch, they get the young girl to act like she is part of it, and then she has to run off, so we are stuck with just the older one.”

His friend nodded and added, “Yeah man, are they trannys are what? Why no punani?” I hadn’t heard the word ‘punani’ before, I assumed it meant pussy. I wanted to offer them a feel under my skirt if they were concerned but they were already walking away giving me a disgusted look.

I don’t blame them, I guess it did seem suspicious but I still took a little hit to my pride on being called the ‘older one’ even though that is obviously true - I didn’t think I was a ‘bait and switch’ dog though.

When I found Jamie she was behind a Korean man’s stall squatting in a puddle finishing emptying her bowels. The shoppers could not see her but the Korean man and his entire family who sold blinged out cell phone cases and knock off electricians were watching and laughing.

She stood up when she saw me and slipped her skirt down with apologies to the family. They were laughing at the dumb white woman and although they were speaking Korean I could definitely hear the words ‘air dry’ and ‘slut’ followed by a lot of laughter. I wanted to ask if they knew Madame Chang, the sadistic woman who ran a little shop at the county fair but I thought that might be racist to assume just because someone is Asian they know some other Asian person.

That might not have been a bad question to consider. Jamie had hiked her skirt back up (without wiping, the poor girl) and as we (quickly) walked away from the laughing asian family ‘You leff something behind’, we bumped into a familiar face from the county fair.

That was a real shocker, let me tell you!

The Family Feud IV

Chapter Five

The Electric Slide

STAR COUNT:

WENDY: 43

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 1,3,0,0,0

JAMIE: 52

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 4,3,0,0,0

**Note to reader: The Taylor’s Story returns to the previous narrative voice.

Wendy and Jamie had failed to make any money and they were already ten minutes into their hour long stroll to drum up some money for the family. Jamie had just discovered that anal sex made her bowels loose and as the two walked away from the mustard brown stain Jamie left behind in a puddle behind a flea market stall they ran into a familiar face from the county fair.

“Chris would have said I just passed a bald Michael Jackson out of my ass.” Jamie smirked quoting one of her brother’s more memorable observations about their bathroom habits. Wendy shook her head knowingly as the two shared a laugh before noticing the quiet man standing in front of a booth full of old broke-down arcade games.

It was the old man who ran the quiet arcade that they had met at the County Fair days earlier. He recognized them immediately. “You are the two who came in with the rude boy, and flashed your breasts on my chair?”

Wendy remembered they had playfully flashed Bill and Chris at the very last second when Bill took a picture of them with the old man’s Polaroid camera while they were seated in his novelty electric chair. Jamie had done so many things since that night she couldn’t quite remember what he was talking about so she just smiled cutely and assumed she probably had.

He had the Polaroid nearby and he waggled it in his finger. Instead of being thankful that they had given him a peak at their boobs and a memento to hang on to after they rode his electric chair he seemed visibly disgusted. “What is wrong with a mother and her daughter parading around and flashing their breasts? Not in my day!”

Wendy remembered Chris had teased the man that his day was ‘The Civil War’ but Chris had a way of joking that didn’t sound mean or cruel.

“I am so sorry Sir, we didn’t mean to offend you.” Wendy graciously apologized to the old WWII Vet.

“I’ve never seen so shameful a display.” He looked over at the electric chair which was now for sale.

“I am sorry, why are you selling all of your games?” Wendy tried to empathize with him which was not a reaction he expected.

“They are old antiques like me. No one wants them anymore. I didn’t make any money at the fair and I just want to sell this old junk before I die, so I can pay for a decent funeral.” He laughed at his dark joke but it turned into a cough as he did.

“Oh yeah! Your electric chair actually didn’t seem to have any juice. I remember now, we kind of faked being shocked!” Jamie said out loud in sudden recognition of the old man.

Wendy flashed her a glance to indicate she should watch what she said but it was too late, the old man looked defeated. “I know, I know, my chair was broken just like me. I managed to fix it up but I still didn’t make any money. You girls want to try it?”

“We don’t have any money Sir.” Wendy wasn’t kidding and she knew they had less than an hour to try to get some.

“I wouldn’t have charged you to give that old chair one last thrill, but that’s okay, you don’t have time for an old man anyway.” It was obvious the old man was feeling sorry for himself. He was all alone in the world obviously and very few people ever stopped to even acknowledge him. All it took was a look into Jamie’s eyes to know that her daughter agreed they should go ahead and sit in the chair.

“If you would like us too, we would be honored. We will even keep our tops on.” Wendy smirked at him pulling her half shirt up slightly to adjust it.

The old man seemed slightly pleased as he walked the two over to the dusty old novelty electric chair. It used to charge a dollar to simulate a slight electric charge between two metal stubs set into the chair arms. “It was actually built big enough so two people really could sit in it the way you two did, have a seat and I will belt you in.”

The girls sat down on the wooden replica of an executioners chair and giggled at each other. They weren’t scared. They had to literally pretend to sizzle the last time they rode the chair and neither had any reason to expect more discomfort than the tortures inflicted on them on a regular basis by Husband and son.

The old man was muttering to himself about kids these days wearing their pants pulled down so their underwear shows and the moral decay that was affecting America and the lack of consequences. He had seemed so harmless and pathetic Wendy didn’t even notice the change in his demeanor until after he had finished strapping their arms and legs into the chair.

That was also because she had become rather used to the idea of being bound that she didn’t think much of the extra precautions the man had added to the chair when he repaired it. He finished his preparations by attaching leads to their head, thighs, and finally handcuffing them together with one wrist.

ZZZzzzaaaapppp

“Aaaa-yyiiii—yiiiiiiiiiiii” Wendy and Jamie let out a howl.

“You like that? That is setting 8, I managed to up the voltage and make the ride far more satisfying to thrill girls like yourselves.”

Zzaaaaappppp the results of the second slightly longer charge was more screams and now a few of the Flea Market customers were stopping to watch the spectacle amongst the old Moon Patrol and Donkey Kong arcade game boxes. They could have easily been faking their pain and discomfort as they received the shock and the people watching had a look of curious bemusement instead of sympathy.

Zzzaaaapppppp “You know, since its first use in 1890, the electric chair has been the most often used means of capital punishment. It's seemingly painless, and virtually instantaneous deaths have been considered the most humane method of killing a convicted murderer, as compared to lethal injection, the gas chamber, a firing squad or death by hanging.” The old man was talking more to himself than to anyone else.

The girls’ legs had spread enough that the passersby had an unobstructed view of their hairless clits – each of them probably assuming they were the only ones aware of the glimpse of female flesh they were getting.

Zzzzaapppppp “They say that several women have experienced orgasms, and if your own upraised nipples in those tiny shirts you wear are any indicator, your nerves are currently firing electro stimulant suggestions to your brain to release endorphins to your brain to help you endure the shock, which is why you probably want setting NINE?”

The old man turned the knob and the two girls who had scant seconds between shocks spasmed and screamed helplessly, unable to release the metal leads and each other. The old man didn’t acknowledge the gathering crowd of observers as he approached the girls who were panting and pleading.

“Did you not enjoy it? Do you want to flash your breasts to these people?”

“No Sir, please let us out.” Wendy pleaded but Jamie remained silent.

Someone in the small crowd actually yelled out, “THEY ARE LYING!” and there was a small amount of laughter.

Jamie was locked in a silent orgasm as she rocked and bumped and writhed in the chair riding out the after effects of the shocks she had just received. She hadn’t enjoyed the pain but her body had done more than just unlock endorphins – it had set-off waves of lustful alarms to lubricate her pussy and rock her world throughout her body.

“I don’t think you’ve exorcised the demons of your child’s lust dear mother of a slut.” The old man no longer seemed timid and weak as he brought forth a leather gag for Wendy to bite down on. He had an intensely evil stare, like the harbinger of revenge. He had evolved from kindly old man to a macabre caricature of an avenging angel with the hard face of Jack Kevorkian.

“Wait a minute!” Someone else called from the audience. It was Bill. He made his way through the dozen or so bystanders to confront the old man. He approached like Wendy and Jamie’s “White Knight” riding to their rescue.

They were instantly relieved to see him even though his appearance had usually meant immediate discipline and humiliation. He was a welcome reprieve.

The old man fumbled with the chair controller switch reverting back to his earlier diminutive ‘Woe is me’ persona of the harmless and lovable old man at the hint of confrontation with an angry husband and father. He released their hands and began to unbuckle them from the chair, immediately undoing the straps that bound them.

“What do you think you are doing?” He sounded genuinely disturbed by what he saw.

The old man started to answer an apology for getting carried away with his retribution when he noticed Bill was scolding his daughter and wife for their part in this.

“I gave you two one simple thing to do and you had just one hour to do it, and instead you squat up here in this man’s arcade to get your jollies, spreading your legs so everyone can have a look up your skirt?”

That was not the question Wendy expected to hear. She had her fantasy that Bill was riding to her rescue dashed. She was caught speechless and was turning red with a new form of embarrassment than from the one she experienced flashing her nudity. She had grown strangely more comfortable with the flashing, but Bill talking to her like a disobedient child in public was a fresh cut on an old wound and she could see Jamie was having the same reaction.

The crowd was starting to disperse now that Bill was sobering them up with his angry litany. “Chris said we should trust you for an hour and see what you do, but I am glad I followed you for a little while. Can this thing go any higher?”

“Why yes it can, to ten, but I wasn’t really going to use it.” The old man sounded sweet and innocent once again – no longer possessed with the rage that had momentarily overcome him.

“Can I move these diodes from their head? That isn’t where they do their thinking.” Bill asked sternly.

“Sure, you can.” The old man was going to caution him about safety but he was still concerned that Bill was angry with him and let Bill take charge of the situation.

“Lift up your shirt, cow tits. I am sure this crowd has already seen them anyway.” The ears perked up on four or five people who had been hanging around, unable to make themselves stop observing the train-wreck of a family argument. They heard Bill give the order and watched as Wendy lifted her shirt with her thumbs and forefinger obediently.

Her chest was as tan as the rest of her body and her breasts, shaped like perfect hemispheres, stood at attention. Bill attached the diodes to the silver hoop in her nipples and all around the engorged and puffy upraised areola. The old man wanted to caution him to spread it out more but remained silent.

Bill had scared off several of the crowd members when he angrily walked up to the electric chair, but Wendy holding her shirt up while he placed the wire leads was making several new comers stop in their tracks to watch.

“What are you doing Ass Face? Laughing at your mom’s situation? Don’t laugh too hard, you are next! Lift it up!” Jamie raised her half-shirt top the way her mom was holding hers while he finished placing her mom’s diodes, giving both her nipples a hard tweak and pinch while he did.

The crowd was giggling nervously and chattering to themselves, “Can you believe this shit?” and “Holy shit, will you look at the tits on the daughter?” was being murmured by the gathering crowd of twelve or fifteen mostly male customers. There were also a few women in the crowd and the look of scorn was etched in their normally sweet country girl faces.

Bill finished with Wendy in under a minute and began repeating the process of transferring the diodes from forehead to tits on his daughter. Wendy didn’t dare bring down her shirt and now Bill reversed his earlier position “You want to show the crowd your tits still?”

“No Sir, it’s just that…” Wendy tried to explain he had just made Jamie raise her shirt in solidarity with her mother so she wasn’t alone and she assumed since she hadn’t been told to drop the shirt she should stay that way. A very convincing and logical argument could have been made for that position.

Bill had come a long way in the past weeks as a trainer, teacher, owner, and leader. He had blustered his way to the front of this situation and taken charge of it. However, he was still far from perfect and right now he was reversing his position, “If you want to show your tits, then fine” and he pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her chest fully exposed and the top around her neck.

“Sir, would you be kind enough to buckle them back in and take extra care with my wife’s knees, it seems she likes them as far apart as you can manage.” Bill spoke respectfully and calmly to the old man who dutifully obliged. He buckled one of Wendy’s legs to the far side of the chair on Jamie’s side and did likewise for her daughter so that both of them were seated in an overly exaggerated, exposed position.

“Can you adjust the diodes on my wife’s thighs? I don’t think they are high enough?” Bill said as he finished with his daughter’s medium sized melons. Bill was already moving the diodes on her thighs to her fleshy and more tender parts closest to her bare, hairless pussy and making no secret about it to the stunned crowd.

“Yes, if you think I should.” The old man answered kindly in a submissive way. The man’s clumsy leather-worn hands pulled the leads from Wendy’s thighs as if he were pulling them for a wall of dried paint. He took absolutely no sympathy on the woman who was getting what he considered to be a much needed retribution for her wanton ways, from a concerned husband.

Bill was smiling at Jamie and even winked at her as he finished placing the last of the diodes. He was enjoying playing the hard-ass and he turned to the crowd who had grown to over twenty people. “It’s too bad he doesn’t have anything that can go up their asses, that’d give them a little shock-a-rooni wouldn’t it?”

There was laughter at his obvious candor and change of demeanor.

“Sir, um… I can’t restrain your daughter’s hands while she holds her shirt up. Bill had forgotten he had ordered Jamie to keep thumb and finger on either side of the skimpy material that constituted a shirt for her.

“Well, let’s take it off.” Bill was playing to the crowd now as he yanked the shirt over his daughter’s head and completely off. He had underestimated his own strength as he ‘yoinked’ the shirt completely off her shoulders.

He tossed it into the crowd, ‘Who wants a shirt only a slut would wear?” It was caught by a young man who quickly gave it to his blushing grandmother. Bill turned back to the girls like a Maestro about to conduct an orchestra, “You may fire when ready, Grizzley”

“It’s Gridley” the old man took on his hardened aspect once more as he corrected Bill while discharging the highest setting his old wooden electric chair could handle. “I’ve never tested this on people.” He said to Bill but his tone was so quiet and Wendy and Jamie’s “Auahauahahahaha” and undulating spasms were so loud, Bill could not hear him. Bill simply nodded his head dismissively.

ZZasssaaapssaapppp

The girls were wiggling, now bare chested and with legs spread wide by strapped buckles to expose their clit rings and diode wires. Jamie could feel her pussy lips actually suck in air and release it as the crisp pain of the electricity ran through her body even more intensely than before.

“I don’t want to fry them. That might be too much.” The old man was once again lacking the confidence and vitriol that spurred him to his earlier sadistic behavior.

“Was it too much?” Bill asked the crowd.

He was hoping for a unified “Hell no” but he got a mixed reaction of grumbles that may have been yes and no.

Then a familiar voice in the crowd itself answered back “Was it too much when the Japanese Bombed Pearl Harbor? Hello No!!”

There was a cheer from the crowd in response to Chris’s call for another shock to his sister and mom.

Zzzassasssapppppppppp

Jamie and Wendy couldn’t have faked a more intensely agonizing and painful electrocution torture if they had been coached by the greatest acting coaches in the world. Their eyes were closed, their mouths were open, their noses flared and their bodies were alive with the crackle of the man’s ‘novelty’ chair which was now on steroids from his modifications.

Spit dribbled down Wendy’s chin and on to her chest as she slumped forward, limp from the last shock she received.

“Look, the blonde one is getting her rocks off.” Chris riled up the crowd to laughter as he pointed from within the throng of about thirty people now watching the two half naked women gyrate wildly. Jamie was having an uncontrollable orgasm like she had when she first got her body piercings. She wanted desperately to suck her thumb but she could not move her arms so she mewed like a kitten and struggled in a desperate attempt to channel her body’s throes of passion with the limited mobility available to her.

The crowd might have felt bad for them if not for Chris’s laughter at the way their titties bounced. “Throw the switch again.” He shouted in a corny southern accent which was echoed by several others.

ZZssassasssppaappaapppp now with tits bouncing and all modesty gone, Wendy could not hold her bladder and a trickle of urine streamed down her leg as she flailed within her bonds, turning her head from left to right in anguish.

“Look out boys, she’s a squirter!” Chris’s laughter made an otherwise gross and involuntary bodily function seem hilarious. The electricity had been causing the girls’ muscles to spasm uncontrollably so that they were now winking, nodding and flexing in the most comical of ways. Jamie was the first to spurt a little milk around the diodes on her breast and Wendy followed suit as their tits received their final jolt. The milk was dripping down their chest along with the spit, sweat, snot and tears.

The fastidious Flea Market operator appeared with clip board in hand from within the crowd to shush the crowd and waggle his finger once again at Jamie and Wendy. Just as he had when he caught them sucking cocks in the bathroom and performing for an audience back at their merchandise stand. He shut the show down and dispersed the crowd. They grumbled but very few stayed to watch any more of this far out escapade.

He spoke in a very effeminate voice, “Um, please keep your shirts on if you are going to remain at Flea World, thank you.” He stood and waited for the electrodes to be removed and the tops to be put back on.

Bill reached up and popped the ones off of Jamie’s chest but noted “Actually, I think the little tramp threw her shirt out into the crowd.” Jamie might have pouted at the lie her father just told since he was the one who threw the shirt but she was still coming down from the intense orgasms brought on from the shock therapy she just received.

“Well then I hate to do this, but you’ll have to leave Flea World.” He looked disappointed but spoke as if he were late for a meeting. He was a man who felt out of place among the rednecks of Flea world and tried to keep order while managing very efficiently. He was willing to overlook what he considered the ‘luddite behavior of yokels’ as long as they abided a few of his rules and one of them was no topless women.

The old man was quietly unbuckling the women to remove them from his electric chair. He was trying to avoid the ire of the flea market manager and remain low profile and was largely succeeding in his effort to remain unnoticed. The only one who noticed him was a fifty-something woman who had watched the entire spectacle. She was standing next to him patiently waiting to find out how much he would charge for a private ‘ride on the machine’.

“Can she stay if she can find a top?” Bill asked the man as plainly as if asking if he could park in a loading zone for five minutes.

Jamie was standing in front of him, guarding her bare chest with her hands – tears and snot streaming down her face from the intensity of the experience she had just endured. She looked largely pathetic and the fastidious manager had other fires to put out - he left without saying another word.

“Why aren’t you trying to sell our stuff?” Bill asked his son skeptically.

“Some thanks for helping out with the electric show?” Chris offered playfully in response before explaining, “You know that weird old man who spanked Jamie? Buddy $ales? He bought all of it!”

“Cool, we can get out of this shit-hole!” Bill was glad he didn’t have to spend money to buy his daughter another top now that they had accomplished what they came for.

“Don’t you want to let us finish out the hour?” Wendy sputtered through the snot and dribble on her face. The electricity had opened up all the nasal passages in her face and had made her look ridiculous.

Bill didn’t get a chance to answer his wife. He wasn’t sure if he was more proud of her for the tenacity and fortitude to stick with this after she had endured so much or he was angry at her for allowing herself to end up on the chair on the first place. He had just punished her thoroughly for that infraction so he was leaning towards respecting her courage to soldier on.

“Actually we can’t, as part of the deal you have to load the stuff into his warehouse and then report to him at 3pm.”

Chris explained how he had sold all their family knick-knacks to Buddy on the condition they load them in his warehouse and serve him for an hour after the flea market closes.”

“How much did you get for all our crap?” Bill asked skeptically.

“Five hundred, including Mom and Jamie.”

“So… four hundred eighty for our crap and twenty for them?” Bill and Chris laughed and performed a fist-bump at the joke. “Bros before ho’s”

“You know it…Damn mom, you are walking awful bowl legged after that one.”

Wendy didn’t have her wits back from the shock she had just received. She could only sputter in agreement “Yes Sir”.

“I’ll get Ass Face a top if you’ll get your mom started loading this guy’s warehouse. It is here at the Flea Market?”

“Yeah, apparently this guy is a big time hob-nobber at the Flea Market”

“When you have a dollar sign to replace the S in your name you better be, Son!” He winked at his son as the two parted ways with their respective partner.

Bill had to walk only a few paces to find a store that sold T-shirts of all kinds. Most of them were the type that featured Hank Williams Junior saying “Obama = Hitler” across a rebel flag with the phrase “Don’t kick a cow patty on a hot day” underneath it.

Jamie clutched her chest, following along behind him. As completely stunned as she felt, she would have dropped her hands if she had been ordered as it really didn’t matter considering it felt like everyone was peeling back her hands with their eyes anyway.

The Korean woman who tended the t-shirt stand reminded Bill of Madam Chang, “You look like you daughter need T-shirt, I make you good deal, three for five!” her speech was clipped and heavily accented.

“I just need one, what is the smallest ones you got?” Bill looked around noticing a smirking teenage boy in the corner with a laptop. He assumed he was her son. Bill wondered if the boy was always smirking like he had some inside joke that no one else knew or if it was because his daughter was parading around the store half-naked.

She showed him some baby sized shirts and ‘Daddy’s little girl’ made him smile, “Well she is definitely drooling but I meant something a little bigger.” Bill mused.

“You want shirt, you say small, you got girl - titty hanging out, you make up mind!” the woman impatiently complained about Jamie’s obvious lack of shirt.

Bill could only laugh at the storekeeper’s sharp response because it seemed adorable to him somehow. He noticed a full length t-shirt hanging up on the wall and pointed “Can I have that one?”

“You want the one I have to bring down by hook? You buy if I bring down?”

“Yes, absolutely. How much is it?”

“Ten dollah!” she was already reaching for the hook.

“You said three for five earlier?” Bill found the woman’s challenging tone funny and not offensive even though it might have been considered brash for other customers. His daughter shivered noticing three boys watching her stand behind her father, topless save for her hands shielding her breasts.

“That earlier, when you not ask for T-shirt on hook!” A familiar song began to play in the background. It was the bouncy tune “Bubble Pop” that Jamie had been taught to suck dick in cadence with only days earlier. The song was of Korean origin and the store keeper’s young son was playing it from a laptop nearby.

“Dat Video drive me crazy! The girl dance like um chang sae kki!”

(Ooh Boy) neoege nal matchujin ma

(Hey Boy) naege deo baraji ma

(My Boy) geopumcheoreom geojit mameul

Bubble Bubble Bubble Pop!

Bubble Bubble Pop! Pop!

The tune was catchy even if Bill couldn’t understand the words. He got the gist that the female singer was being as sexy as possible while also trying to be cute and sell the bubble gum pop to a Korean audience.

“Nu choogle lea?” She spoke Korean to him rapidly. The boy closed the laptop when his mother scolded him.

“See why can’t you be more obedient like him?” Bill laughed at his daughter while watching the mother discipline her son for listening to a song she must consider annoying.

Bill wasn’t sure what an ‘um chang sae kki’ was but he was willing to venture a guess, “I have seen it, you mean like this?” he pinched his daughter who had only seen the dance once before. Even though there was no music, Jamie gyrated her hips as if she had an invisible hula-hoop around her waist and the woman storekeeper and son laughed at how accurate it was.

“Okay, you funny, I make deal for you, eight dollah on shirt.”

Bill held it up to his daughter’s form. It covered more of her thigh than the skirt which disappointed him. The fact it had two milk jugs with the words “MILK MILK” over the breasts, a lemonade pitcher where the crotch would be

And a fudge bar with the words “Fudge” over the butt made up for it.

“Chris will love this, what do you think?”

“Milk, Milk, Lemonade, Around the corner Fudge is made” Jamie did a cutsie dance as she sang along while holding her breasts reciting the naughty nursery rhyme she remembered from her youth. She had recovered from her foggy stumblings and was doing her best to accommodate her father’s need to humiliate her.

“Can she put this on here?” Bill peeled off eight one dollar bills to pay for it.

“You think we got dressing room at Flea Market?” the woman only laughed at how naïve he must be to think there was any other option.

“Fine, hand me your skirt and put this on, Ass Face. You probably left skid marks all in it when you took a dump in that puddle. Didn’t think I was watching did you?”

He tossed his daughter the shirt and now she had little choice but to catch it and remove her hands from the bare breasts she was covering. “No Sir, but I did get permission to shit and was told not to use a bathroom.” Jamie pouted in embarrassment.

The Korean boy sitting at the laptop covered his mouth as he giggled “chang nyeon!”

The woman answered her son with a nod as they watched her remove the skirt first and hand it to her father nicely before pulling the long shirt over her completely naked frame.

“You enjoy strip in front my son?” she sounded rightfully angry but then that was the tone she had taken throughout most of the conversation.

“No ma’am, I am sorry, I um threw my shirt to the crowd.” She accepted responsibility for what her father said she had done in the hopes of earning some brownie points (or letters) with him, “and I cannot wear the skirt under my shirt. I am thankful for it though, I haven’t worn anything with this much material in a long time.”

“Yeah, I was afraid she wouldn’t learn a lesson about humility if she was permitted to wear something that covers her so well. I’ve been teaching her not to put on fancy airs and try to impress. By keeping her and her mother in plain, simple clothes people don’t see them as equals and treat them better than they deserve.”

“You almost as strict as Korean Tiger Mom.” Bill assumed that was a compliment she had just delivered to him by the tone of her voice.

“Yeah, I used to let her walk all over me, but now that I started cracking the whip around the house, you’ve been a good little slut haven’t you?” Bill asked his daughter condescendingly.

“Yes Sir, I was a self-centered, arrogant bitch but now I am a good little slut who knows her place.” Jamie answered as if giving an affirmation response.

“You very good girl you know, not like most American girl. You almost like Korean girl.” The storekeeper paid Jamie what she assumed must be a complement.

“Thank you Ma’am, I am learning something new every day. I am undeserving of compliments and kindness, but I respect and accept your judgment of me.” Jamie answered as if it were part of an affirmation to do so and in a way it was.

“Why it say whore on you ass?” the shopkeeper asked in as brusque and matter-of-fact manner as everything else she said. She had seen Jamie’s tattoo when she removed her skirt to hand to her father. Her son was giggling quietly to himself at the question while pretending to be interested in the laptop.

“I am a good little whore for my father and brother, Ma’am.” Jamie was surprised the woman had managed to pick up on it since she had only been naked for a few seconds and she didn’t seem to have a perfect grasp of English. The shopkeeper seemed to be waiting for further explanation so Jamie nervously offered “My mom and I got tattooed at the county fair together to demonstrate our obedience and commitment to our station in life.”

Jamie couldn’t read the woman’s expression and frankly she had no idea if she was twenty, forty or sixty years old because her Asian complexion was so difficult to gauge. There was a short pause before the woman added “You want good tattoo, you go up three booth turn right, talk to Dragon Tattoo, my cousin, you tell him I send, and you get the good deal.”

“Well actually we are trying to save as much money as we can, and I think we probably have enough tattoos.” Bill answered with a chuckle.

“You get piercing, I see she has boob piercing, what else you have?” the tenacious sales woman made no apologies for prying into the teenager’s personal business and asking a question if it might make another sale.

“I have two rings in my nipples and one through my clit, Ma’am” Jamie subconsciously said ‘clit’ with a low sexy growl that sounded like she was very proud of it.

“You sound proud of it. Show the woman where lemonade is made.” Bill ordered his daughter with the smile still on his face.

Jamie lifted her shirt up in the front to expose her bare, sore pussy and flipped up the hood that was forced outside of her clit.

“You look like you have inny, it is now an outie.” The short little woman joked. “You mind my son come see?” she asked Bill instead of Jamie as if instinctively realizing it wasn’t Jamie’s decision.

“She doesn’t mind showing anyone her fat little pussy, do you Ass Face?”

“No Sir” she turned and after the shopkeeper barked out something in Korean that equates to, “Come see this dumb white girl show you her pussy.” The smiling boy who was probably a year or two younger than her, got out of his chair and approached.

Jamie was shielded from the vision of most flea market patrons due to the wall of t-shirt carousels in the booth. To most people walking by, she probably appeared to be a normal teenager (which for the flea market is slutty) just trying on a t-shirt.

“Poji!” he exclaimed and pointed like a school-boy who had just seen someone’s ‘privates’ for the first time. The fact he seemed so immature about it only made Jamie blush more.

“You want her to turn around and show you where fudge is made?” Bill offered playfully.

Jamie started to turn around and lift the back of her shirt and he reached out a hand to pop her hard on the ass.

“Were you told to turn around?”

“No sir, I am sorry. I didn’t listen.” Jamie apologized for getting ahead of herself.

“Okay, turn around and show them your big ass, hold it apart so they can see the O.”

Jamie, shame-ridden and humbled, turned slowly to face her back to the others and hitched her shirt tail up around the small of her back. She clutched her ass-cheeks and pulled them apart.

Bill made a quick ‘fszzzzzzzzzzzzt’ whistle in time with the parting of the ass cheeks to simulate a well-timed fart and make the Korean mother and her son giggle.

“She not still have inny in the back, but it looks like she working on making it an outie.” The shopkeeper observed “Why you no get the rear pierced like the front?”

“That is an idea, but we have been hurting for money. If she hadn’t thrown her shirt away carelessly, we probably wouldn’t have bought that.” Bill had about convinced himself that it really did happen that Jamie threw the shirt into the crowd after he had repeated the story for the third time.

“What does it say on her stomach?” the young Asian boy asked in slightly better English than his mother.

“Turn around and show him, slut.” Bill was in good spirits and these people seemed twisted enough that nothing shocked them so he was having fun with his daughter’s discomfort around them.

Jamie lifted the shirt higher than before to reveal not only her freshly baked and reddened pussy but the words her mother had written on her earlier that morning ‘Pussy broke, use rear entrance’. Jamie said it out loud assuming he may not be able to read it. Hearing herself say it out loud only added to her waking nightmare.

“Yes, I know how to read.” The boy seemed slightly insulted.

“I am sorry Sir, I just thought I may have sweated some and it got smeared.” Jamie politely countered.

“You daughter pussy broke?” The Korean shopkeeper was intrigued and curious what that actually meant.

“Yes, but she has two other holes for rent.” Bill kidded with her.

“How much?” the shopkeeper wasted no time replying.

“Twenty for a BJ, Fifty to fuck in the ass.”

There was a small stream of what Bill could only assume was Korean cuss words as the woman reacted to what she must have felt was too high a price. “I want son to learn to handle white woman, only other whore who work flea market is old and has no teeth!” she gummed her own teeth to simulate a woman without her false teeth.

“You have her do, and I get you good deal on a new piercing to make you happy and bring you much luck, okay?”

“Well, how about he does one for free and we make it an even trade?” Jamie looked at her father and wondered what he had in mind for her before looking back at the thin boy she was about to screw and trying to look confident. She offered him the winning smile that only she thought looked goofy and he was sold.

There was a short angry sounding exchange between parent and son and she finally said, “You have hard bargain, son will get lesson in girl anatomy, she teach?” the woman offered them to come into a backroom that could have easily worked as a dressing room earlier when Jamie was changing.

“Sure, Jamie give him head and let him fuck you in the ass, go slow with him and explain everything. You know what to do right?”

“Yes Sir”

“Good Girl” Bill, without thinking, kissed her on the lips and she opened her mouth to slip him some tongue. He hadn’t French kissed his daughter before. He actually felt a tinge of guilt for a moment until it dawned on him he had fucked her in the ass only an hour earlier. He leaned into the kiss and darted his tongue in and out between her teeth.

“May I have a wet paper towel to clean off my chest and ass, Sir?”

“Did you kiss me just so you can get a clean towel?” Bill asked skeptically with a hint of humor trailing off in his question.

“No Sir, I am really sticky though.”

“He no care” the shopkeeper reached her hand under Jamie’s shirt and rubbed her wet pussy to give it a sniff. “Smell like sushi, he like.”

The mom drew the curtain and left the two ‘love birds’ at it. “What is your name Sir?”

“Chao” he answered nervously sitting on a wooden bench.

Jamie moved closer to him and kneeled in front of him unbuckling his belt. “Chao, your mom wants me to show you how a blowjob works and to let you fuck me in my ass, have you ever done that?” Jamie tried not to sound like an optimistic study-hard who was helping someone with trigonometry homework but it had just come out that way.

He was intimidated by the western teenager and she knew he was squirming. She liked the power she had over him even though it was him who was supposed to be calling all the shots. It was intoxicating to her to be so wanted and she could have probably told him to do anything and he would have. She simply asked him to help her slide his pants off. She left his socks and shirt on but stripped him of everything else as seductively as she could.

Jamie pulled the shirt off over her head and saw Chao looking at her with a goofy glazed look in his eyes. “You like what you see Sir?”

“Yes, I like it.” Chao coughed into his hand quietly.

“Would you like to touch me and play with me?” she stood in front of him.

He reached out and caressed her left breast, softly stroking it.

Jamie took the initiative to take his hand and lead him to her clit. His hands were soft and his touch very gentle. He was in awe of her and she knew he was putty to her. She was trying to be the best whore she could be and she remembered what her mother said about first times. This was going to be his first intimacy of any kind and she wanted it to be ‘special’. As ‘special’ as it could be after a mother paid a strange girl to let her son finger her in a backroom closet.

“You can be more rough if you like.” She smiled and wondered if she preferred he’d be a little more domineering. She could relate to her mother wanting Chris to come along and pimp them, because being the aggressor in this situation just felt wrong to her.

He twisted the nub of her clit once but then went back to softly stroking her like a gentle lover and Jamie didn’t ask him again to get rough.

He was sitting as she bent over him and he moved in close to her pussy to give it a tender lick and a kiss. “I am supposed to be sucking YOUR dick.” She whispered playfully.

“I want to kiss you down there.” He was clearly more of a giving lover than a taker and Jamie wasn’t going to argue. She straddled him so that he could have an unobstructed view of her clit. He began to lick and nibble without using his teeth pressing his tongue into the folds of her wet clit.

“Turn around, I want to do the back.” He whispered softly to her.

“Sir, I haven’t had a chance to towel off and I am sweaty back there.” She didn’t want to say that she had taken a shit outside thirty minutes earlier. She knew she was supposed to stop using euphemisms and say what she really did as part of her training and he probably deserved to know but in the moment she didn’t feel like being unsexy.

She turned around and bent over to spread her ass cheeks for him.

“Oh yes, I like to see the poop hole.”

Jamie was facing down and looking at his stocking feet while he breathed in her entire backside. He seemed thoroughly impressed with her perfect ass and he began kissing and licking it timidly at first. Chao breathed down her ass crack and eventually had his nose pressed into her asshole while he drove his tongue into her clit.

Jamie started to convulse “oh, oh, oh” she couldn’t believe she was making the noises like a porn actress but it felt so right to her that she did it. He didn’t seem to mind and didn’t think it was cliché or weird as he rimmed out her asshole. He brought one hand under her boob and started to caress it.

He started to bring her off again and Jamie felt herself clutching her ass cheeks as she pulled them apart as wide as they could go for him. He was masterful with his tongue darting it in and out like a playful fish poking through the water and back into its lake. She was panting and felt no shame at all about the boy behind her eating her ass. She would never have imagined anyone would enjoy tasting her backdoor. Chris often reminded her that pretty girl farts smell just as nasty as ugly girl farts.

Jamie heaved and gasped as he brought her to three major orgasms and several tiny ones with his tongue alternating between her ass and pussy. His face was now wet with her musky juices and he seemed to only grow in confidence as he continued.

Chao gasped ‘No…no….no!” as if he were angry about something and Jamie looked over her shoulder just as he finished spurting cum on to his own lap. He seemed disappointed and he slapped her ass but in the most gentle way possible to indicate he had finished. “Oh I am so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry Chao, did you enjoy it?” Jamie asked him sweetly.

“Yes, very much, I would like to do it again.” His English was much better than his mother’s broken and accented speech.

“May I lick the cum off your dick please?”

“No, I’d rather you not.” He was starting to feel embarrassed and he began to reach for his pants to pull them up.

“Please Sir, I was supposed to suck your cock and let you fuck me in the ass. My father might actually punish me if he finds out I didn’t do either.” She flashed him her baby blues. She wasn’t sure if her father would punish her but Chao had been so nice and sweet to her that she felt obliged to give him something in return for what he had given her - It felt like good karma to offer.

She turned around to face him and began to clean his flaccid dick with her mouth. He was uncircumcised but it wasn’t the first time she had seen a cock with a sheath and it didn’t bother her. She used just her mouth to lick his cock clean. He giggled at first and then pushed her head away as he burst into laughter “ticklish!” he warned

“Please Sir?” she pouted and realized she wanted the cum in her mouth more than he did and being a naughty cum slut made her feel both twisted and adventurous at the same time. Jamie knew she would have to spend some time wondering if she had begged to lick up his cum to be a dutiful slut as a ‘good sport’ or she really wanted to have to do it - The way she felt at the moment was the latter.

Jamie slurped Chao’s dick and let it drop a few times every time he got squeamish about how sensitive he was when she wrapped her lips around his soft, shriveled dick to lick every drop from the folds within his sheath.

“You come out soon, You father want go!” the mother warned from behind the cloth curtain in the store that they needed to wrap things up. As she did Jamie turned her head slightly with the cock still in her mouth and Chao shot again.

At first she thought he was cumming a second time but it became readily apparent from the warm steady stream that he was pissing into her mouth. Jamie did her best to contain his spray and gulp it down but she had never had anyone piss on her or in her mouth and she wasn’t ready for the disgusting feeling of having the yellow stream delivered down her throat. He shot some into her eye and hair as she swallowed and gasped for air before she instinctively took it back in her mouth and let him finish spraying down her throat.

Jamie had drank some piss before, but it had been her mother’s inside of bottled water on dares and punishment or the cakey residue on dicks. This was entirely different and when he finished he apologized profusely but she just said, “It’s okay Sir, that was fine.” gave him a sweet smile that made him feel even more guilty for soiling this pretty, blonde American girl with his urine.

“So now I am a piss drinker, just like I am a cum drinker, there is a first for everything.” She smacked her lips wondering how she could be so unshocked by what just happened in her mouth. “Tastes like sour-apple kind of.” she thought aloud of the after taste. She wiped his lap down with her shirt before wiping her own face, chest and ass with it.

Jamie began to wonder (and possibly accept) if two weeks of discipline as a whore had been slowly chipping away the moral taboos that she had grown up with or if drinking piss really wasn’t as earth-shatteringly a big deal as she would have thought. It was gross but not much worse than the stale water or cum she had been drinking all week.

Had this been the goal of her Dad and Chris all along... to slowly introduce her into a world of debauchery and have her rationalize it? Jamie was lost in thought.

“You’ve got to wear that shirt?” Chao brought Jamie back into reality by asking her a question about the perverted long shirt that was all she was permitted to wear at Flea World from now on.

“Yes, I do. My father wouldn’t want it any other way, Chao…I mean Sir.” Jamie had meant it to sound sweet and endearing but Chao, having no idea why this girl was the way she was, assumed she was simply a dutiful daughter with a strong willed father.

He smiled sweetly at her because he could relate to what he thought was her situation as he buckled his pants and waited for her to pull her shirt back over her head to lead her back out into his mother’s stall.

“You fuck her in ass?” she was waiting to challenge him as soon as he stepped out.

“Yes Mama”

“You lie to me, Chao?” she asked skeptically of her normally timid boy.

“One way to find out… turn around and lift your shirt and show his momma what she paid for.” Bill interrupted.

His daughter did exactly as she was instructed lifting her ‘fudge’ over her back without concern for who might be in the store. Chao had gained some confidence now that he had his first sexual experience and she felt strangely more confident from the humiliating experience as well.

Her asshole had been teased and was wet and puffy from Choa’s ministrations to it which satisfied his mom. “Okay you put away now, you bring flies!” she waved her hand in her face as if swatting some away in what was for her a funny joke.

Jamie executed a perfect curtsy as she had often practiced by dipping her head submissively, raising her shirt slightly and bending at the knee. “Thank you Ma’am for allowing me to get buttfucked by your son, and suck his dick. I enjoyed licking all of his cum and..” Jamie thought for a moment about mentioning that he pissed in her mouth and decided against it. She felt guilty like she was being dishonest through omission but she added “And I hope you will allow me or my mother to do it again some time.”

“She is very um chang sae kki”

“Thank you Ma’am.” Jamie didn’t know what that meant but she assumed it was a compliment of some kind from a grateful mother for helping her son get over his shyness around girls. She winked at Chao and took her father’s hand gleefully.

“Okay cum dump, good job.” Bill offered her what he considered a compliment once they were out of earshot of the t-shirt stand. “You did real good.”

Jamie could hear genuine praise in her father’s voice and she swung his hand back and forth in hers as they walked through the Flea Market midway to Dragon Tattoo. “Your mom can load all our old shit at that guy’s warehouse.” He held up a note written by the shopkeeper in Korean he had received in trade for his daughter’s work.

Jamie just smiled at him and ignored the stares and leers she was getting for wearing just the t-shirt, dog collar and heels as she reflected on the experiences she had endured.

“That was fun, Sir.” She admitted after a short distance.

“Fun? Well holy shit.” Bill stopped in his tracks.

The Family Feud IV

Chapter Six

Jamie’s Journal –Stop Dragon Your Ass Around

STAR COUNT:

WENDY: 49

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 1,3,0,0,0

JAMIE: 59

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 4,3,0,0,0

**Note to reader: This is Jamie’s journal from Sunday afternoon detailing the events of approximately noon when she is at the Flea Market. In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a ‘narrative’ story format.

Oh my God, why did I have to say that was fun? What the hell is wrong with me?

- I lied to my dad by omission for not telling him I didn't get fucked in the ass and for not mentioning that sweet Asian boy peed in my mouth by accident (I hope by accident?) .

-I just admitted out loud that I got off on this treatment and that I just enjoyed being rented out to a stranger and I think I meant it. I am so very, very confused. There were a lot of things very pleasurable about my encounter with Chao – he was gentle, giving and he seemed to want me to get off more than I wanted him too. His pleasure came from the intimacy of staring into my eyes and from the weirdly perverted desire to drive his tongue into my butthole (lol).

That was definitely the strangest sexual encounter I've had since I started having sexual encounters.

Why did I have to say 'fun' out loud to my dad?

When mom and I first started accepting their payback plan one of my theories was to pretend to enjoy everything they did to me and made me do to take all the fun out of it. My theory was they would soon tire of it and my reverse psychology would actually save us having to endure earning a hundred stars, if we just suck it up and pretend to love what we had to do to earn the first ten stars or so. They would get bored and disappointed they weren’t affecting us.

My mom cautioned me that it could backfire and they could take that to mean they should just ratchet things up harder.

My father has spent the last five minutes asking me what I meant by “That was fun” and I don’t know what to tell him. I don’t even understand why I said that myself. I am a good girl and a big part of me would love to tuck tail and run as far away from all of this stuff as I can and a part of me actually enjoyed it. Truth be told, if my pussy wasn’t still totally numb from the electrocution we got a half an hour ago, I’d have to admit, aside from probably frying important brain cells and nerve endings, I did actually orgasm several times on that electric chair.

Isn’t that darkly disturbing? I feel like Wednesday Addams, that my value system is completely backwards. A normal person shouldn’t like sitting in electric chairs.

Then again they never would have made the novelty chair and put it in arcades if someone didn’t get a thrill out of it - could it be that part of the thrill and danger was sexual for some people?

“Just explain it to me so I can understand. What part of it was fun to you?” my Dad asked one more time as he paraded me through the flea market. We had gotten lost somewhere in the maze of bedazzled denim jackets and car stereos for sale and he was too proud to ask for directions.

“I don’t know Sir. I was just caught up in the moment. I know I shouldn’t take pleasure in my submission. I am supposed to learn to please others without reciprocation for my own lustful needs.”

“So you admit it satisfied a lustful need?” Dad just wouldn’t let it go.

“Yes Sir, Chao was very gentle and it was intimate.”

“I’ve never heard of someone fucking a girl in the ass gently.” My dad was on to my lies. I can’t stand being dishonest but I had already been deceptive.

“Okay, please don’t punish me Sir if I tell you something?” I begged.

“No promises, but tell it.” Dad knew I was going to burst at the seams if I didn’t purge my conscience anyway.

“Yes Sir” I sighed, “Chao didn’t want to fuck me in the ass, I didn’t want to get him in trouble.” I lied again. That wasn’t the only reason. This is one of the reasons I hate being a girl, I think it’s natural for me to want to lie but once I tell one I can’t stop myself. I think if I were a boy it’d be so much more simple and black and white.

We color things and obfuscate facts in order not to reveal what we are really thinking. Is it part of our genetics and hormones or something we learn because all our female role models do too? We do it with each other and especially when dealing with men. I don’t know why we bother because they don’t understand our subtext and take us at face value which causes a lot of misunderstandings.

I guess that is what makes the world go around – The differences between men and women. If we thought exactly a like, where would the challenge be in that?

“This is what happens when I let you out of the rules. I don’t have the Ben Gay with me because your dumbass mother didn’t leave me with any, and I didn’t make you squat in front of them and squirt out the cum because I thought they may not approve of that in their store.” My father wasn’t going to let me spend too much time on introspective thought as he rooted me back in the mud of my existence with the cold hard facts on his mind.

I have often wondered if dad has a bad memory or purposely forgets things. He could have easily asked for the Bengay before Chris and my mom left but he seemed to want to blame them for it. Then again that could be my mom in me always analyzing the short comings in others before looking to my own self for imperfections. I can be hard on myself for the physical ones but the mental I think maybe I have a lot more to learn before the end of my training.

Chao’s mother had only minutes before traded services for sex and inspected my pussy and asshole in her t-shirt store with people walking past. I think somehow my dad was underestimating how receptive the Tiger Mom might be to something as deeply twisted as my having to spurt the evidence of Chao’s manhood back out for everyone to watch. I didn’t tell him that I thought she would have been delighted to watch me squat and drain my asshole because I thought my father would think I was insulting her – so I just kept that observation (and several others) to myself. There I go obfuscating again! ?

She was definitely a Tiger Mom. I used to know a girl named Sun-Lee on the squad who had to quit because she got a B-. She joked at the time “That is an Asian!” I know Asian parents can be strict but they also seem to want to plan their kids’ lives out and ensure they have certain experiences even after they reach adulthood.

I quietly wondered if ‘Tiger Parents’ would approve of my father’s discipline for me and the lessons I was learning.

“I asked you a fucking question?” My dad smacked my butt to jostle me out of my thoughts.

“I am sorry Sir” I was stalling to debate telling yet another lie or admitting I needed him to repeat the question. “I am so confused Dad, things have been so upside down, and I don’t know why I’ve been saying and doing all of the things I’ve been doing lately.”

He could have punished me for using ‘Dad’ instead of Sir, at least tweaked my nipples, but he just held me. He held me for a long time in the stream of customers who ignored us standing in the middle of a busy row of flea market stalls.

“Just tell me the truth and then I’ll decide if you need a punishment, okay hon?” He said patiently after I calmed down.

I thanked him and admitted, “I offered him my Ass Sir, but he wanted to just lick it. I was afraid he would get in trouble but also that I would. He came before I could suck his dick, but I did lick up all of his cum. He was very ticklish and in the process of licking his dick he pissed all over me and in my mouth.”

My dad considered me for a few moments looking into my eyes and then asked if I had enjoyed it.

“Yes Sir, a part of me, a very naughty and dirty part of me got off on it.” I told the truth and it felt good to admit it. I knew a person walking by heard me and laughed with her friend but at least I had gotten that of my chest.

“So if you were me, what would you do now that you know that?” My Dad was sounding very patient and I have to admit his question made me pause. What would I do if I were him?

“You would give me a correction for not being immediately honest, and make me go back and apologize to Chao’s mom for lying to her, Sir?”

“Is that what you want me to do?” Dad seemed solemn without a trace of anger about my lies now that I had come clean.

This was a catch-22 question because if I answer Yes I want to be punished then I’ll sound like I do enjoy it. If I answer no I don’t want to be punished then I will sound like a brat who tries to get out of punishment.

I took a deep breath and dived in “What I want you to do is irrelevant, because I am your three hole slut and you own me. You are educating me because you know what is best for me, and Taylor men rule, Taylor women drool, Sir”

He smiled at my answer (probably because it was not a yes or a no, and more of a response than an answer). He said “Do you believe that with all your heart?”

“Yes Sir, you’ve proven that those with the cocks make the rules in our family Sir” which he reminded me of daily.

“We’ll see about that.” We were standing in front of Dragon Tattoo and I just now noticed that he had managed to navigate us through the byzantine like maze of stalls and stores to the exact place we were looking for. There was absolutely no privacy here so that passersby could watch tattoos being applied in one of the three available tattoo chairs.

There were two Asian tattoo artists working. The first was applying a dragon to a man’s shoulder and the second was putting a tramp stamp on a woman’s lower back. She had a towel over her lap for vanity but both were fairly exposed. This was not unlike the gazebo at the county fair, which relied on impulse purchases of people passing by watching the work. It also allowed voyeuristic gadflies to watch people endure the stinging pain of a tattoo or get a new piercing to satisfy their own depraved amusement.

I don’t really blame them - I was enjoying watching the woman’s face as the artist etched ‘Juicy’ into the small of her back with angel wings. Her lips danced with the sublime pain she was enduring tracing each line he made with his needle gun.

My Dad handed them a note written entirely in Korean. It probably said something like ‘This dumb cunt just fucked my son for free, please give them a cheap piercing in exchange and laugh at them on the way out.’

The Asian man who read the note introduced himself as Andrew. There was something anti-climatic about traveling to ‘Dragon Tattoo’ and being surrounded by ornate Chinese boxes, plants and Buddha statues and then hearing the guy who looks like a Karate Sensei say his name is ‘Andrew’. He handed the note back to my father as if it were a trivial matter.

I was silently relieved that the note was obviously not derogatory about me and was probably just a simple request for a favor that they give me a piercing. I hadn’t even negotiated with my father over how many stars that I would earn for this new humiliation or what it was going to be. I decided to keep quiet about it until asked because that seemed like the most submissive thing to do.

There had been a (slight) lull in my constant humiliation and I wasn’t going to jinx it by making demands.

I offered Andrew a perfect curtsy with my head bowed, dipping my knee and he smiled.

“So what do you want today, little girl?”

“Whatever my father thinks is appropriate for me, Sir.” I smiled wistfully at my father in the hopes that was the right answer.

“Well, I don’t do tattoos on people under eighteen, even with permission slips.” Andrew answered pre-emptively.

“Actually, she just wants a nose ring,” My dad looked sternly at me. I assumed he was waiting for me to flinch or ask for stars but I decided to try to remain gracious and accepting and see where that took me.

Andrew drew in his breath as if mentally assessing what that would involve ‘Sssssssssssss, has she ever had any piercings besides her ears? I would suggest perhaps a tongue ring first before a septum piercing.”

“Show him.” My dad ordered.

“Take off my shirt here, Sir?” Unlike Chao’s t-shirt stand where the rows and rows of mostly inappropriate or out of date T-shirts offered me some protection this place was fairly wide open. The stall was surrounded by a wall that was waist high but anyone walking by could look in.

“That won’t be necessary.” Andrew grinned good naturedly. He looked like a twenty-year old version of Chao in the face. I wonder if that is racist to think that two Korean guys look alike? Probably not because they are related and they really do have the same features. Then again I’d probably think Jackie Chan was related to both of them, so maybe I am a horrible racist -That is awful, lol.

It is a good thing no one else but me is reading this journal. I am not even sure I’ll be able to bring myself to read all of this when I am older or I will want to close this chapter in my life completely. I think knowing me right now I would want to save all of this for posterity.

“So you have the belly button ring?” Andrew asked me with a smirk.

“No Sir, my nipples, and my clit have hoops.”

“Yes, and I want the hoop through her nose to match.” My dad said to a wide-eyed Andrew who was re-assessing me with his eyes. He thought I was just a goofy teenager but now he was seeing me as a naughty little slut I was sure.

“I’d have you do her asshole, but there isn’t enough privacy here.” My dad said without even blinking.

Andrew laughed nervously at my father’s awkward suggestion and added, “We can provide privacy cloth, but that is a new one to me.” He laughed as if hoping my father was kidding, but I knew he wasn’t. I had just had a boy younger than me piss in my mouth and lived to tell the tale but even as confident as I was that I could face my father’s humiliations it was making me nervous to stand there quietly. I felt like they were discussing what to do with my body as if I wasn’t even standing there and truth be told that is exactly what was happening.

I took my father’s decision to give me a nose ring to be a sign that he felt I would most certainly be suspended tomorrow morning at school anyway. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of crying about all of that as long as I could remain stoic. In a week or less we’ll have completed our obligation and I can remove a piercing so my thoughts were that I could face whatever they pick for me in the short term.

Andrew seemed like a really nice guy who was gentle just like Chao. I was happy that for once it seemed like maybe I could get a break. I’ve had pie’s thrown in my face, been electrocuted, fucked in the ass, sucked a bunch of dicks, and had my titties clamped in a vice, so I deserved a little break.

“I think it cost around 40 dollars?” Andrew said.

“Wait? The note I handed you said you guys were going to do it for free?” My dad narrowed his eyes skeptically.

Andrew politely replied that he didn’t read Korean. He made a joke, “Oh, just because I am the Asian guy you think I automatically read Korean?” then seeing my dad was not amused quietly went to get his uncle who did read Korean.

Andrew’s father was over six foot tall and very muscular and almost completely covered in foreboding tattoos of dragons, fire, spiders and ancient lettering. He was dressed in biker leathers and looked like the kind of man who didn’t take shit from anyone. He seemed disturbed anyone would bother him as he emerged from a small back office but when he saw me standing next to my father he brightened very slightly.

“Ryang” he offered his name and his hand to my father. My dad has been surging with a cocky sort of confidence lately but even he wasn’t going to try to out-Alpha Dog this guy. I could sense my father’s ego deflate slightly because Ryang oozed a sort of dangerousness.

Ryang read the note provided by Chao’s mother and laughed out loud and he looked me over.

“You fuck my nephew?”

“Yes Sir” I just completely lied, but in my defense I felt like a mouse looking into a Cobra’s eyes waiting for him to strike and eat me whole.

He laughed and tapped my father’s chest with his knuckles. “You make my nephew a man today,” his voice was dry and gravelly but beaming with pride. “Tell me what you want us to do with this one?”

“I was thinking you could give her a nose ring but Andrew says maybe she should have a tongue stud?”

“Why you want to make such pretty face ugly with ring?” Ryang’s voice gave off a quiet aura of authority. I could only think he reminded me of the villain in every Jackie Chan movie. That impossibly bad mastermind who took Jackie Chan’s love interest and hid her away in his stronghold.

“That could be part of the problem, she is too proud. Her face is so strikingly beautiful, it has made her act like she is superior to everyone.”

Ryang laughed at my father and drank me in with his eyes. I felt like he had taken the complete measure of me in a glance and decided “She seems very humble to me. You want nose ring, little girl?”

“Whatever my father would like, Sir.” I curtsied for him.

I wasn’t trying to make my dad mad. However, I could sense he felt I was leaving him to look like the bad guy. I was being demure and sweet just like I was supposed to and that made him defensive about how prideful I really was in the past. “This is her now, but she used to be a raving bitch just like her mother.”

Ryang seemed to look right through my dad with a quiet disbelief. “Let me show you tongue studs, then you make up you mind.”

Ryang had a collection of the normal cosmetic gold and silver studs and rings for the tongue in a case. There were some novelty ones and I think I saw the ones my dad was going to pick before he did. There in the case was a silvered cock shaped ring that looked like a tiny erect penis (balls and everything).

“You sure you want me to pick for you, if you really leave it up to me, you don’t get any stars for this.” My dad taunted me that I’d be undergoing this procedure for nothing.

I actually wasn’t sure if I cared about stars as much as I thought I did. When my mom is around and they have us racing or playing a game for them I care but I wasn’t all that worried about it. “Please Sir, can I at least have one star for agreeing to this?” I was only half-sure I even had the right to decline what we were doing but I thought I should at least speak up for myself.

“See?” My dad tried vainly to make the case that my respectful request was grounds for Ryang to have sympathy for me. I briefly thought about playing the brat for my dad’s benefit so he wouldn’t look so frustrated but I didn’t have it in me. I think having my ass kicked so hard today has really managed to make me feel less shallow and bitchy and around Ryang I just didn’t feel like misbehaving even if I was acting.

“Okay, one star! I know exactly which one it is going to be.” my dad was slipping. He had stuck to his guns about the lies earlier when I said I didn’t want to tell him and I told him anyway. He had to know I was terrible at negotiation and would have probably agreed for no stars but I think he was getting flustered at how Ryang was looking at him.

Ryang had said nothing but in that silence, I could sense judgment passing between the two men and my father feeling guilty.

“What other piercings do you have?” Ryang asked me confidently.

“My clit and both of my nipples Sir” I breathed out nervously. I could see why my father was even intimidated by him.

Ryang could say a lot with only a little.

Ryang seemed surprised “I see, perhaps this girl is more wild than I imagine. You have face of Chunsa, the angel.” He put his finger under my chin to lift my head so he could look at me.

“Show him!” my dad’s voice cracked slightly when he gave me the order.

We were standing at the entrance to the tattoo parlor and there were people passing by. “Take off my entire Shirt, Sir?” I implored him not to make me get naked right there. I was positive that was a violation of the rules about clothing in public.

“Here, I have privacy sheet.” Ryang offered as he led us to the only open chair and he pulled a ‘privacy sheet’ which was little more than a child’s bedspread on a curtain rod. It only blocked people walking directly past from seeing but the customers and other tattoo artists could see me as well.

Ryang looked at me as if waiting to see my piercings so I took a deep breath and pulled my shirt off over my head and held it in my left hand while I stood in front of him completely naked.

The thing about this Korean business, it seemed like a family affair as mother’s handled babies and cooked lunch in the back, the other artists went about tending to their customers and acted as if seeing a naked teenage girl was totally normal. I suppose if I had to pick freaking out or acting normal – I would pick the latter.

He looked me up and down, at first inspecting both of my breasts. I am sure he noticed how the hoops were tightly clamped into my distended and engorged nipples and all the marks from diodes and tit clamps and hand slaps.

I was wondering what it will feel like to get my nose or tongue pierced. I knew girls at school who had done both but I had a feeling mine would be worse. I shouldn’t feel so special as if what I have to endure is more painful than others but I can’t help this feeling that I am the main character in a novel someone is writing.

Things keep happening to me that make me feel like my life is a movie and lately it has felt like a porn movie. Several months ago I was just a normal teenager who did well in school and had plans to attend college, marry my astronaut, move to the suburbs and I felt like a background character in my own life - I can no longer say that is true.

Ryang bent down and looked at my pussy as if thinking about what color he wanted to paint on a canvas while I stood straight at attention. My clit hood was pulled out between my lips and forced to remain there, unable to return to its hiding place. I was in a constant state of mild arousal and looking at it only made me wetter.

“Turn around.” Ryang put his hand under his chin. I stood straight and turned for him so that he could see my tattoo.

“Whore?” his one word question bit right through me like there was much more being asked. I felt as if he were asking if I really felt that way about myself and was this the right word.

“Position One, so he can see the letter O, you dumb cow.” My dad ordered.

“Yes Sir” I executed the position keeping head straight, tits out and pulled my cheeks apart. I would have liked to see Ryang’s face because in my mind I felt he was looking at me with disappointment, that I was a good girl and I shouldn’t have this on my body for the rest of my life.

“You father is right, you are slut.” My eyes went wide with his words because I had expected him to tell me kindly that I should put on my clothes and go home and be a good girl. This was the last thing I was expecting.

“You want sell her to Korean motorcycle club? We can make embarrassment for you and family go away.”

My dad laughed at first, almost like Andrew had when my father was being serious, “For good? No…I just want the piercing.”

“You don’t need to take off all clothes for tongue piercing.” Ryang added, “You want everyone to know your daughter is a shameful slut to teach her to be good, is that right?”

I knew now what my father had decided. I would be getting the tongue stud shaped like a cock. Ryang was holding the exact one I picked out of the sixty or so possible choices without knowing for sure. I think I’ve started to know my father pretty well these past two weeks. Why does it feel bad some times to be proven right?

“Actually, that is dead on.” My dad said in answer to Ryang’s question. He did want everyone to know I was a shameful slut and teach me to be ‘good’. I think the definition of what ‘good’ is has been clear to him but I’ve only naively started to come out of my shell and realize it isn’t the same as ‘pure’.

“This is why you make her take it up her ass, so she keeps her virgin head?” Ryang asked with a tone that implied he already knew the answer.

“I guess you could say that.” Dad agreed.

“When I was a boy, I grew up in the CCP in China, and I see many struggle session.” Ryang saw neither of us understood his reference. “You must confess your crimes in front of friend, family, stranger while they harass you. It was very powerful. My sister confess to being whore.” Ryang sounded disgusted she would admit to that. “I was only ten years old and I strip her naked myself and put her in the tramp chair to sit in the village square for three days so she repent. She never sell sex for money after that.”

He looked me up and down “You want to stop her from being whore?” Ryang asked my father once again. I stopped paying attention to the stares from the others in the shop or the people who caught sight of me from one of the sides of the privacy blanket and only focused on Ryang’s powerful voice.

“Actually, my daughter teases and uses her charms to get her way, and her power came from the promise without the delivery. She is being brought down to the level of a common street whore, so that she will not be so frigid, and act like her tits and pussy are a special gift, they are just parts of the body. She used to put on airs like she was too important to spend time with the family and now she serves the family.”

Ryang nodded in understanding with my father, “Let me introduce you to my own shame.” He made a sound like a bullfrog croaking that was apparently Korean for ‘get your ass out here right now’.

My own selfish concerns about my treatment and shame went completely out the window once I saw the beautiful naked girl march through the curtain hesitantly. It was Sun-Lee the girl who used to be on the cheerleader squad.

She immediately recognized me and started to go back behind the curtain but her father reached out and grabbed her by a chain and yanked her forward without the least bit of effort.

I immediately noticed her light yellow flesh had dozens of tiny red lines from being whipped. She had a dragon tattoo going up her thigh and not only did she have nipple piercings but there were metal weights hanging from her nipples pulling her otherwise perfect tits straight down. I think I finally understand the reaction people get to seeing me do something disgusting or nasty when they see my face looks so innocent. It was like looking at chocolate and vanilla to see such a perverse naked form with such a sweet almost child-like face on top of it.

She was gagged with a bamboo flute that was carved to look like a duck bill and strapped to her head. She had a long broom handle coming out of her ass cheeks that dragged the ground like a tail.

“This my daughter, Sun-Lee, she tell lies and spread rumors, to teach her to watch her tongue now all that comes from her mouth is lovely bird calls.”

I had a hard time believing the studious and shy former-cheerleader told lies and deceptions enough to deserve this treatment -then again here I am in the same situation and people think I am Pollyanna pure bread too. There was just something pathetic and accepting in Sun-Lee’s face that made me admire how stoically she endured it. I think even if she wasn’t gagged she would have been silent and respectful.

Sun-Lee demonstrated for my father by trying to speak and the only sound that came out besides a slight murmur was a lovely bird song. I could see in her own eyes, the questions I was asking about how she ended up here that she was asking about me in her recognition, I was under some similar discipline as she was.

I would never have imagined this to happen to Sun-Lee, but then I hadn’t thought Hope Miller would be a slave either. I am learning that despite our sweet demeanors on the outside, some of us whether we realize it or not do need discipline and have to face our demons. I am also learning that my story where I am the main character intersects theirs where they are the main character and I have to accept that other people may have it even harder than I do -that is part of growing up I think.

“She is being shamed for being lazy, and falling behind, but I do not allow anyone to touch her but me. She might like the touch of boy, would you not?” He asked his daughter.

She could only respond in a bird call and he laughed “I thought as much, so you see as a father I understand.”

I think my father’s apprehension about Ryang melted away as he studied Sun-Lee’s body much the way Ryang had mine. I know my dad envied Van Pewterschmidt and wanted to top him in everything but I think he genuinely found a role model in Ryang after that meeting.

“You want trade daughter?” Ryang laughed at my father’s sudden interest in Sun-Lee.

“No, no, I’ll keep mine, but I was wondering what would you charge me for the weights?” He was looking at Sun-Lee’s breasts. She couldn’t look up at any of us. She just kept her head down and waited to be permitted to retreat back into the small kitchen and living area where the other women were.

“I am business man, but for you I charge what my cousin charged.”

My dad smiled at his new personal hero “I like the way you think.”

They brought me into the smoky general room that was their kitchen and break room. A bitter shrimp and salty fish smell of someone’s cooking assaulted my nose. There were three other women in the cramped quarters caring for babies, cleaning, folding and cooking.

Sun-Lee followed my Dad and I felt like there wasn’t enough room to stand. I wondered if when Sun-Lee had told me she wasn’t going to be in cheerleading and she had received what was an ‘Asian F’, she had been hinting that she knew she would get this torment. In retrospect I thought she was just a disappointed over-achiever like me, but now that I thought about it I hadn’t seen her in school since then.

“You want to do it right here, Sir?” I am sure I sounded frightened and my question only made Ryang and my dad laugh.

“Why, do you have a reservation at the Hilton for me?” Ryang’s question rang cold and bitter.

I assumed this was my signal to start so I sunk to my knees and unsheathed his cock from his pants. It was big and thick with pendulous balls that hung very low but it wasn’t as massive as I thought it might be. I think I just assumed he would have a giant dick because he acts like an alpha male who rules the roost.

No one stopped what they were doing while I tongued his dick. I jerked him a little until I could hold him in both hands and massage the vein under his cock. I looked up at my father and gave him a shy smile to let him know I wasn’t freaking out. I probably should have been because I was in a room of people washing clothes and cooking sucking a stranger’s cock.

My father found a small box to sit on and folded his arm to watch. Sun-Lee returned to pacing the room wiggling her ass to clean up the perpetually dirty floor and move rag dolls and toys out from under foot. I could hear her bird call making me visualize the toot of a horn to let people know they were in her way.

“Do you want to fuck me in the ass now, Sir?” I asked sweetly.

“I tell you what I want.” was his answer as he grabbed me hard by my throat, placing both his thumbs on my windpipe to choke off my air but not crush it. This was nothing like Chao’s sweet touches as he violently face fucked me causing me to gag and choke.

Meanwhile my dad had been texting;

BILL: “Get your asses over here.

CHRIS: WRE?

BILL: Dragon Tattoo, bring the Bengay too, the dumb cunt forget to leave us with any.

CHRIS: CNT, MOM SUKING COX, RITE NAO

BILL: Dammit, type in English. I don’t understand your chat speak. Tell her to stop wasting time and get here now.

My dad sent Chris our location at the flea market while he watched me get mouth-raped by a Korean biker. How is that for a headline to a ‘what I did for my summer vacation’ essay?

“I thought this girl was trained, she is going to throw up?” Ryang shouted over the din of metal pots and Korean being spoken. He didn’t slow down his violent thrusts gagging me with his blunt dong though.

“She knows she’ll lick it up if she does.” My Dad answered confidentially. I had been getting better at relaxing my muscles to allow men to drive their dicks into the back of my throat but he was going past my tonsils and hitting that delicate part right behind that which was making me want to puke.

I was relieved that after five minutes of gripping my face tightly, he finally came, slamming his hot cum into my mouth and pulling my hair. I didn’t realize it but I was crying and he wiped my tear to taste it. He held my nose pinched between his thumb, “Her nose is pointy and turned up like my daughter’s nipples, the sign of one who is plagued with pride. I like your way of training daughter, Sun-Lee will have gag removed.”

My dad was completely flattered that Ryang wanted to adopt his treatment of me, “If you like that, we should probably compare notes, I like your way of doing things too. Do you have another broom?”

I was still recovering from a rough mouth-fucking and I was still getting my bearings when Ryang grabbed my shoulder blades and told me to pull my cheeks apart. He twisted a broom handle and shoved it easily six inches up my ass. “You should always grease with duck lard.” He advised my father before adding “Your daughter can take broom deeper and longer, no bleeding or scratching.”

“There is no point in her cunt juices staining one of your chairs out there. She can lean back on the broom handle for you to pierce her?”

I felt like my voice box was no longer working and that my throat muscles had become strained like I had just screamed for an hour. I tried to clear my throat and try to find out how many stars this counted as but I could only sputter and hack up a little of the cum that he drove down my gullet.

One of the other tattoo artists did my nose piercing. He examined my face – turning it sideways and looking into my nostrils and mouth.

“Gag.” He said quietly as I wondered why they were gagging me if I was getting a tongue ring. It seemed my father had been talked into giving me more than I thought.

Sun-Lee’s duck gag was placed in my mouth filling it completely and clamping down on my tongue and then locked into place behind my neck. Some of the children laughed at me while I responded in melodious whistles.

I could still taste her spit on the gag and with my face straight ahead I assumed she was probably sucking someone’s cock now that her father had been influenced by mine. I made a mental note to apologize to her.

Then again I had six inches of broom coming out of my ass that was her father’s idea and a duck bill flute that I couldn’t remove so maybe we would call it even if we ever dared to even talk about this when it was all over. Would this ever end? Could I ever go back to a normal life after living like this?

My mother was shoved into the already cramped living space by Chris. He was in high spirits ‘Hi ya Sis, seems you still have a stick up your ass?”

I could only whistle in response and he laughed, “Music to my ears.”

My mother had her hands behind her back and was still wearing her clothes but judging from her makeup and hair someone or several people had just cum all over her face and chest and she must have had to walk through the flea market like that.

I started to wish that little man with the glasses who ran the flea market would appear and say ‘nuh-uh, no more of this’ but in this private little room I am sure that was too much to hope for.

My mom was still dressed in skirt and half-top. Aside from cum-stains her shirt was smeared with two big circles around her nipples from her lactating boobs.

“You breast feed?” Ryang asked her and my father answered, “They can both give milk, but not a lot.”

“You very useful to Korean family!” He made some short guttural sounds that sounded like he was angry and women quickly brought two toddlers to my mom to suckle. She removed her shirt and stepped out of her skirt, “Do I need a broom, too?” She asked with the curl of a smile on her lips.

Her being able to joke in light of everything made me laugh and lifted my spirits, which was good because it was at that moment the tattoo artist chose to pinch the mound of flesh forced out by my clit as he examined it roughly. I would have screamed but all I could do was “Freeararreeeeeeeeeeeee” like a bird in heat.

When I opened my eyes my mom was no longer smiling with a hint of gallows humor. She was naked and gagged with dirty cloth. She was facing me leaning back on a broom that had been shoved up her butt with her legs spread apart so that her cunt was completely on display.

We learned not only would we be getting pierced in our cunts, we were getting new ‘clit and tit accessories’ which on the bright side, I was glad I hadn’t quibbled over stars because he gave us both five stars total for this. I think he was just in a generous mood because he was so pleased to find a kindred spirit in Ryang. I was also to learn this was not costing anything since Ryang was going to ‘take it out in trade’ and I knew that meant my mother and I having to give up our asses (again).

Mikey told me when he did my first piercing it was a horizontal clitoral hood piercing with a captive ring. It had been a real mind fucker this past week and I was still not used to it. The tattoo artist spoke mostly Korean when he did talk and I couldn’t ask questions anyway but I wondered what he had in mind for us.

My mother’s pussy lips had been folded open on the sides and delicate diamond studs seemed to hold them like butterfly wings so that you could see inside of her. A small weight was attached by a chain to dangle from her clit ring and I could tell, even as small as it was it probably felt impossibly painful.

The man working on me tried to position me the same way but he could not pull my pussy flaps to the side like my mother’s. She has a lot more folds and ‘meat’ to work with but mine has almost no slack to offer. If it wasn’t for the clit hood being forced outside of my body, everything happens on the inside with me. I was wet and he knew that but he didn’t rub that fact in my face. He worked as if the smell of my musky pussy and its wetness were completely normal and probably to a man who does tattoos and piercings at a flea market it is.

I can’t say most of his clients opt to impale themselves on six inches of broom handle and sit naked in a crowded room to breast feed their kids, but given what I had seen of Sun-Lee’s life I didn’t doubt they were used to humiliations here.

He eventually managed to get two diamond studs into the sides of my pussy but it couldn’t hold me open. I think as some sort of compensation for the fact I didn’t get as severe a piercing, or maybe he only had a weight slightly larger, he attached a lead ball that I swear had to weigh at least a half-pound.

I tried to cry out but all I could do was make bird whistles which seemed to amuse everyone but the naked people in the room. I went backwards in my mind to when we were in Madam Chang’s trailer and the laughter and casual way the twins were with our nudity as they painted our body. I think Asian people might just be more comfortable with things like this because I couldn’t picture other people dealing with this spectacle without years of therapy.

The women who cared for the toddlers waddling around the room all seemed to care for them equally, you would never guess which one was the biological mother because they worked efficiently and quietly together taking care of all of the kids.

My mind wandered while they attached a chain to my nipples. At my father’s request he decided not to attach weights to my nipples. I was at first relieved because my breasts had been my triggers and tugging and pinching them only served to bring me into an orgasmic panic at times.

Instead of straight down like Sun-Lee, my nipples were pulled out and up, and then a chain was attached to both rings and ran behind my neck like a necklace. Chris had wanted them to attach it to my nose ring but the tattoo artist advised I could accidentally yank it out if anyone pulled me around roughly. “We wouldn’t want that.”

My mom’s tits are much larger than mine and the shape is very different, almost unnaturally perky and bouncy. A thin metal chain was drawn between her tits and then threaded into her clit studs and through the hoop. Ryang pulled the chain slightly and she shook. I think my mom was pridefully trying to be defiant and not give him the satisfaction of her acknowledging this new modification could give her pleasure. He tugged it much harder and the spasm was much more pronounced and much more certainly from pain.

I felt so bad for my mom having to endure all of this. I am young and fit and I can handle it but I hate that they torture her as much as me.

They ungagged me first to give me the tongue stud. The tattooist made an exaggerated face like when a brat wants to give you a raspberry and sticks out their tongue.

I imitated him as he suggested and he closed two chopsticks around my tongue quickly and bound them so my tongue couldn’t retreat into my mouth. ‘Oh great, if Chris sees this I’ll be like this for hours at home’, was my first thought as the discomfort and drool from being gagged that way was immediate and absolute.

The stud puncture of my tongue was surprisingly not as painful as I thought at first. It felt like a painful bite and then there was a numbness. They left me like that and repeated the process to my mother right in front of me.

She took the piercing very well and only shut her eyes and showed a little discomfort when it happened. ‘Way to go mom, you are one tough slut!’ It is funny that I called my mom ‘slut’ in my own thoughts and didn’t feel guilty about it at all – like it was a title of honor or a nickname. I had friends who called each other ‘slut’ like a nickname and I assume it is how blacks can call each other ‘nigger’ but won’t let outsiders do it. I guess my mom was my own ‘slut-nigger’ now and we would have this bond forever even if we do remove the tongue studs.

It is funny that six months ago I may have naively wanted a tongue ring because I hadn’t sexualized it or thought it was taboo since my friends did it. I didn’t feel that way now but I wasn’t regretting it (yet).

We stayed at Dragon Tattoo until close to 3pm. We served Chris and my dad big bowls of rice and some kind of soup that looked like something they’d offer me stars to eat on a dare. They were polite enough to eat it all (and probably hungry enough). I know I was.

We remained naked and I have to admit the duck lard never made me chafe, I hardly even noticed I was dragging around a broom except when it caught on someone’s foot or a wooden block or something.

They joked about doing more tattoos and piercings but I think my father may have actually taken a little pity on us.

My brother had a field day snapping pictures of us dragging the broom behind us (I even wiggled my butt at him a few times playfully) and laughing at us while we tried to help ‘Oh how the might have fallen’ but he seemed to have eyes for Sun-Lee.

I don’t think she cared at this point if he looked at her but it is so hard to tell what she may be thinking behind those deep, dark almond shaped eyes. She might have actually been enjoying his attention or hoping we had sympathy for her but we would never know by looking at her impassive and accepting expression. I wondered if I could maintain an austere expression like that instead of always having the urge to smile like a goofy teeny-bopper.

I wanted to joke ‘What about Delilah Waxerman’ but naturally my tongue was forced out side of my mouth the same way my clit was and if I had said anything it would have sounded like “mrmrmamrmrmm”.

I think I got in the way more than helped with cleaning up, and the Korean women seemed to snub me. My mom usually had at least one kid on a titty the entire time but I suppose because I have smaller breasts they thought my milk might be inferior or something.

At the very end, one of the women put a bouncing baby on my knee and let me try to suckle him. He wasn’t getting much milk but he sure did try to get a drink. I was afraid he’d hurt himself on my piercing but they showed me how to let him work around the nub and not get that in his mouth.

I was very proud that I was actually suckling and I think either those hormonal pills brought it out in me or just the natural call of the wild but I swear the beginnings of a maternal instinct began to swell in me as I provided milk to a new life.

Don’t get all proud of me just yet though, he pulled a ‘Chao’ on me when I went to clean his cloth diaper and pissed straight in my face!!

Yeah, I bet you are laughing at me, even I thought that was pretty funny so go on and laugh.

The Family Feud IV

Chapter Seven

Chris’s Journal –I Tawt I Taw a Puddy Tat

STAR COUNT:

WENDY: 51

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 5,3,0,0,0

JAMIE: 59

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 4,3,0,0,0

**Note to reader: This is Chris’s journal from Sunday afternoon detailing the events of approximately 1pm when he is at the Flea Market. In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a ‘narrative’ story format.

“Oh my God!!”

“You can call me Sir or Master, you don’t have to go as far as God” I had just answered my mother’s painful and desperate cries. When is that bitch going to learn that only fuels my desire to hear more of it?

We had been loading all the family crap into Buddy $ales Warehouse. When I say “We” I mean my mom doing all the heavy lifting (naturally) and me in a supervisory role naturally. I made her carry it all by hand even though I could have had her load it into the truck and drive it over but who wants to waste gas these days when you got cunt power? Four bucks a gallon? No Thanks Obama, I’ll just load it up on my mother’s ass and have her cart it on over.

Buddy $ales is a total weirdo, but he did tell me a funny joke;

A man is sitting on a train across from a busty blonde wearing a tiny mini skirt. Despite his efforts, he is unable to stop staring at the top of her thighs. To his delight, he realizes she has gone without underwear. The blonde realizes he is staring and inquires, "Are you looking at my pussy?"

"Yes, I'm sorry," replies the man and promises to avert his eyes. "It's quite alright," replies the woman, "It's very talented, watch this, I'll make it blow a kiss to you." Sure enough the pussy blows him a kiss. The man, who is completely absorbed, inquires what else the wonder pussy can do. "I can also make it wink," says the woman. The man stares in amazement as the pussy winks at him. "Come and sit next to me," suggests the woman, patting the seat. The man moves over and is asked, "Would you like to stick a couple of fingers in?"

Stunned, the man replies, "Good grief! Can it whistle too?!"

“Mom, can you make your pussy whistle?”

“No Sir, just my asshole.”

Even Buddy laughed at that.

Oh yeah, why was she screaming Oh My God? Well, Buddy’s warehouse is one of the only air-conditioned places in this rat-infested trailer park mecca and it also doubles for what these people might consider a “Sam’s Warehouse” or “Costco” selling the higher end of the shit-tastic junk that they all seem to treasure.

Well in my mother’s case it became a “BJ’s” because I was able to find about seven dudes who were willing to lay down twenty bucks each to get sucked off by my mom in Buddy’s backroom. My mom didn’t have any qualms about letting them pump her pussy or fuck her in the ass right in front of me like she might have if Jamie had tagged along so it went like clockwork.

That is until Buddy $ales skated up and wanted a cut since he was providing the ‘bordello’. I offered to let him have my mom in trade but he wanted Jamie instead. I was trying to work all that out when I got a text from my dad to haul ass over to some tattoo parlor.

I was thinking ‘Oh here we go again’ another Mikey’s tattoo parlor all over again. I really liked Mikey when I met him at the county fair, and I think the best part of the night was watching my sister roll around on the floor having a fifteen minute orgasm (I didn’t time it, maybe it was three minutes) . It was so hilarious watching her mewl like a kitten and suck her thumb.

She has no idea that men go through this all the time when we cum. My entire body tenses up and my muscles ache and, well okay, I don’t roll around on the floor and suck my thumb so I guess it’s nothing like that.

Anyway, I reminded my mom how it felt when she was the boss of me and could lead me around by a leash. I rushed her to get dressed and let the cum dry on her face and chest while I tried to follow my father’s fucked up directions through Hee-Haw land.

I could have sworn my mom didn’t mind fucking and sucking strangers on her hands and knees as much as she did letting go of some of those picture frames and baby books. I made a mental note to mention that to her sometime in an affirmation. I told her ‘Don’t look back at that pile of family bullshit, you’ll turn to a pillar of salt’ as we left what she hadn’t had time to load at Buddy’s behind.

You would think a woman in a micro-mini-skirt and half-shirt who has her hair and face glazed with cum like a jelly donut would attract attention anywhere she goes – especially if she is being pulled by her dog collar and has her hands cuffed behind her.

One thing I’ll give all the rednecks, freaks and general weirdos at the Flea Market is they aren’t judgmental, because we seemed to fit in. I’ve been an outcast for most of my life because of my weight and nerdy interests. Most people thought I was dumb even though I excel when you give me something I am interested in. I think this past week I’ve opened up a lot more than normal and maybe I’ll stop journaling so much and express myself more in public.

Amongst the Mexicans, the hairlips, the Cowboy hat wearing good-old boys and their pregnant cousins we didn’t seem all that out of place. I won’t say no one looked at us, but I don’t think we could have got away with this with all the SUV driving soccer-MILFS at a store like Bed, Bath and Beyond.

I was almost out of breath when I finally navigated the Bermuda triangle of bad taste to get to Dragon Tattoo. They’ve got three chairs and it’s all wide open so I assume I’ll see my dear sister and her golden hair flailing around naked on display like she did at that sweet arcade

(Mental note: Go find out if he has Gorf for sale!)

(Mental note update: I forgot, we are fucking broke. Even with the money we are making, no retro gaming goodness for Chris. I never get a break).

Anyway, I didn’t see Jamie but they were obviously expecting us because they pointed to this curtain to a backroom. I shoved mom face first into the room so I can catch my breath because Dad was texting like mad that we needed to hurry up and get there.

The place smelled like dog shit, wet dog, pussy and some kind of yummy asian food all rolled into one stinky cabbage roll with a dollop of sweat poured on it for good measure. That is the first thing you notice. With all the steam and dust in the room you’d think they were running some kind of full-time laundry.

Sis was naked (as she should be) with her legs splayed wide leaning back on a wooden broom stick like it was some kind of lounge chair. That had to hurt! I think I said something like ‘Hi ya Sis, seems you still have a stick up your ass?”

Her lips curled around the duck bill gag they had shoved in her mouth and I think she smiled at my joke. All that came out of her mouth was a bird call – totally brilliant! I need to get one of those –No, two of those!

Mom’s fat tits were dripping milk when she was back at the warehouse and now her shirt was soaked. This bad-ass asian biker dude who looked like an older Bolo Yeung from Enter the Dragon seemed to be running the show. He was impressed my mom was leaking milk so I didn’t hesitate to strip her naked and let him have a closer look. I found out later his name is Ryang and he is supposed to be local Yakuza if you can believe that.

There was a girl from my high school there and I know this sounds completely implausible but she was completely naked and had a broom up her ass just like Jamie. I used to have the hots for her in high school because I totally love Asian women. I may not have realized I like how submissive they can seem until my mom and sister started serving me. She used to be so studious and meek (and nerdy). I thought I had a chance with her even though she never gave me the time of day back then.

I don’t what she did to end up like this and I think I didn’t bother to wonder why. All the females in my immediate family were trussed up like the goose they had hanging over their makeshift stove pot, so it just made sense to me that she should too. You see naked Asian tits you don’t ask why – that is one of my new rules to live by and I think most guys would agree with that one!

My mom impressed me by joking casually “Do I get a broom too?” I think she knew she was going to anyway so may as well make a joke. I don’t know if I get my sense of humor from her side or my dad’s but this past week she has said some funny shit that has really impressed me. I’ll need to tell her after this is all over that I really enjoyed some of her sick humor. They call it ‘gallows’ humor because she usually cracks a joke when things seem completely hopeless. I admire it.

They greased up her new portable chair (broom stick) with ‘duck lard’ (Which sounds yummy) and slid it right up her tanned ass cheeks. Cow tits barely even blinked when they made her lean back and spread herself like her cunt of a daughter. It was hilarious to see them eye each other face to face like that and wonder what was going to happen next.

I decided to snap a few pictures on my cell phone for posterity sake. I’ve got hundreds of photos of my mom and sister pissing themselves in the yard and sucking dicks but even I had to admit being in a smoky backroom of a tattoo parlor was edgy for the Taylor family. I took quite a few of Sun-Lee in part because I was still finding it hard to believe she was here naked just like my sister and mom. I probably shouldn’t be surprised she was a proud, goody-two shoes over-achiever who wouldn’t give a loser a second glance just like my sister and so she was probably learning a valuable lesson. I really don’t care, because it made my dick hard and it was hilarious to see the three of these bitches squat on brooms and hold their pussies open for whoever wanted to look.

The tattoo artists acted very professional but what was really weird was they had all these other Korean washing women fully dressed, roaming around folding and pressing and taking care of a bunch of rugrat Korean babies. The rugrats may never remember seeing all this twisted shit or maybe that is just how they grow up, I don’t know, but even I was made a little uncomfortable by all their farting and burping and crying and crawling underfoot.

I grabbed a crate and sat by dad while we watched Mom and Sis get their pussies pierced. I would have liked to see them get a nose ring.

I joked with my dad, “You know Dad, by making this choice in some alternate universe, Jamie and Mom got nose rings.” My dad hadn’t watched that episode of Star Trek where there is an alternate Universe where everyone is an evil copy of themselves.

I tried to picture “Evil Chris” with a goatee pulling “Evil Jamie” with a nose ring around by a leash. In that Universe she looks like a punk rock angel chick or some kind of anime’ anthropomorphic cow and is always naked (Hey it’s an evil Universe and women can be subjugated there! Look, it’s my imaginary fantasy, it works how I want it too).

I think it would actually look hot for them to have nose rings. Then again, just like when Jamie got the tattoo on that perfectly pristine, completely blemish free ass of hers, I think it could subtract from her natural beauty.

Evil Chris doesn’t give a shit. He just sticks his dick right up his Sisters Ass. I love evil Chris. I should probably grow a goatee. If he ever breaks into my Universe I’ll be like, “Whats up? I am the real evil Chris” and that will confuse the hell out of him.

My father just looked at me like I was high when I tried to explain infinite Universes to him and I could tell he had a Man – Crush on that Ryang and didn’t want me jabbering about nerd stuff so I let it drop.

I talked dad into giving them each five stars for enduring all this if we could add some weights. I really liked seeing Sun Lee’s clit pulling that weight around and how it bobs and wiggles with every step.

I was feeling a little sympathy for Mom and Sis (I am a helluva guy, what can I say?). I am probably too generous to them and I am going to hate it when they earn their freedom but it will be fun while it lasts. I wonder what Evil Chris would say about that? He would probably call me a pussy.

The Koreans attached a quarter pound weight to my mom’s clit and just for fun I asked for a half-pounder for sis. I snapped some perfectly timed pictures of their faces when they felt the weight pulling down on their precious little puss-holes. I laughed my ass off and pointed, that was a lot of fun.

Dad nixed the idea of attaching weights to their nipples and opted instead for chains through the hoops. He gave Jamie a ‘high and tight’ so her nipples are forced upwards and had Mom’s run through her clit so every time she walks they’ll clink and jangle and probably drive them crazy.

It amazes me that the girls have the stones to take everything we can throw at them. Dad told me that Jamie said she enjoyed getting fucked in the ass earlier and let a guy piss in her mouth. That was a real shocker, but then Dad sometimes glosses over details. I will wait to hear what really happened from the little cunt. She may be a lot of things but a good liar she is not.

They kept making mom suckle babies but for some reason they didn’t seem to want Jamie to have a go. I think the constant real suckling may actually be part of a catalyst to finally get those milkers pumping! Sub-primal signals going to the brain ‘Whoa, a baby in need, turn on the mom juice!’

I don’t think Sun-Lee was even lactating and she was probably thankful that Mom and Jamie were getting all the attention for a change. I am sure when we left she probably got it because her father kept taunting her in Korean. I don’t think she minded as much because she kept a straight face and probably felt she deserved it.

My sister always confuses me because she flashes this perfect smile like the cover of a teen magazine and is bright and cheery even when I come up with something that should make her scared. I sometimes wonder if she is just a naturally happy, shiny person or if she is doing it to goad the cynical side of me.

The tattoo artist gave me this unbelievable idea (Even better than the bird whistle) when it came to prep them for their tongue piercings. (Let me just first say ‘mad props’ to my dad for picking tongue rings that look like shiny metal dicks, those are EXACTLY what I would have chosen). Anyway, they had them stick their tongues out as far as they would go then they used chop sticks like a splint to trap their tongues outside of their mouth.

It looked painful and irritating and I was definitely going to make this a new family tradition later on. The girls didn’t show me very much pain in their faces when he put the tongue rings in. I think that is the problem with using a professional tattoo artist who is used to customers who want it done as quickly and efficiently as possible – they don’t know how to make it more agonizing.

Then again it isn’t the momentary pain that will be fun to watch. I was already picturing people at school asking Jamie, “Oh you got a tongue ring, let me see it?” and her having to open her mouth and show them that little dick on top of her perfect pink tongue. Then again she may not because she may be suspended on Monday, but either way this should be a lot of fun.

I bet their blowjobs will be a whole lot more interesting. My sister and mom have become competitive about who can give the best BJ and this should add a whole new dimension as they master the ability to use it to aid their cock sucking efforts.

Mom and Jamie tried to fumble around and fold clothes to keep busy after the piercings had been set (with the gag-splint in!! YES!).

The Korean women kept straight faces but I could tell they didn’t seem to want the help (except for mom’s cow tits). I was thinking about other tattoos and piercings I’d like to inflict on them but Dad didn’t seem to have the stomach for more and I agreed they probably had enough(For now). There were still so many things I wanted to have done to them but I was more than satisfied with their change in attitude.

They moved more carefully now that they had a broom coming out of one hole and a weight swinging and hitting their thighs on the other hole. We made them feed us and honestly I wish they hadn’t because that was real Asian food. The Kimchi almost made me throw up from the smell but, with a little persuasion from Ryang, Dad and I finally tried it. It was spicy hot but didn’t really taste too bad. If it wasn’t for the smell I could really enjoy it. There is a big difference between what Asian people actually eat and the cool stuff you get at a Chinese restaurant.

“This tastes like the Poo Poo Platter, Dad.” I joked but he didn’t acknowledge it. I think he had a huge man crush on Ryang, the bad-ass who runs the place. Dad ignored me but I understand completely, I’d do the same if William Shatner was in the room (Fuck Picard!!)

We knew it was wrong to keep the girls from eating but having tasted the jellyfish soup or whatever the fuck it was we ate I didn’t want to feed them. I think Ryang would have saw it as disrespectful because he seemed to think he was giving us a delicacy and it would have been wasted on the women.

I don’t know if Korea is a misogynist paradise but the role of woman as subservient to man seems far more well defined than it is over here around American bitches. I don’t just mean with Sun-Lee, I mean with all these women. They kept their eyes cast down on their work and other than yelling at each other or children they only answered the men with a more respectful tone. I say ‘more respectful’ because the entire language sounds like two angry people yelling at each other no matter what they are talking about when I hear it.

As much as I didn’t want to do it, we had to give the bird whistle gag back. It had been an heirloom in their family or some bullshit for hundreds of years, which was probably true. That could explain why seeing women gagged and splayed naked may not have been as big of a surprise to them. I could always get some chop sticks the next time I order take – out and even let the delivery guy watch what I do with them!

It was getting on 3pm and we were supposed to meet Buddy to finish off the deal. “Well Ass Face, do you want to take the broom out of your ass or are you enjoying it?”

“It doesn’t matter if I enjoy it or not Sir, if it amuses you to have me sweep with my asshole then I will keep it in.”

“That will make the ride home interesting.” I laughed in response. Dad got her started on answering questions that it doesn’t matter how she feels about it and whatever we want. I don’t like to go against my father on things like this but I really would have liked to hear if she was actually enjoying it or she hated it. I’ll just have to put one check in the “Hated it box” on her behalf under ‘getting brooms shoved up ass’.

We made a little production out of measuring who had it up their ass the furthest when they slid off the pole. Mom beat Jamie by about an inch. Jamie pouted that she didn’t know it was a competition. It is so much fun to fuck with that little competitive bitch’s head. If you make something a contest she’ll bend over backwards to win -That is what I love about over-achieving sluts.

I’ve been measuring the width of their areola, the nipple radius, the asshole’s diameter (and all the other holes on their body, even their nostrils) since this thing started and I think one thing I can say for sure is they seem to have this need to be judged. I don’t know why women do this to each other and themselves and maybe it’s why there are beauty pageants and modeling agencies but their psychology drives them to put themselves in situations where we can decide who has the better this or that.

“I like Mom’s new piercings the best.” I told Dad and it was funny to see the cow brighten up like that had just made her day. Dad and I decided it can’t be all negative even though we want to break them down – we have to also have some positive reinforcement.

Jamie waited for the compliment that never came to balance it out and I could almost smell the wood burning between her ears. The Korean women had washed and cleaned mom’s cum rag of a skirt and shirt while we were there and apparently Dad had bought a hilarious t-shirt for Sis.

Jamie’s shirt was a little longer than we normally let her wear but since she didn’t get to wear any bottoms at all I didn’t offer my ‘veto’ on the outfit. We told her anytime anyone (including us) says ‘Milk, Milk..’ she is to finish the song by pointing to her crotch and saying ‘lemonade’ then turning her ass to face them lift up the shirt to say ‘around the corner fudge is made’.

The girls didn’t talk much because their mouths were understandably sore and numb from what they had just endured. They sounded like they just had a shot of Novocain at the dentist. You know that gives me an idea about finding a dentist who will shoot them up with Novocain just to listen to them stammer like idiots.

Three pm is like last-call at a Flea market. All the trailer trash return to the rocks they live under or back to the work release program that let them out for the day or wherever the fuck they come from so it was now virtually a ghost town. We could have walked the two sluts completely naked through the place and almost no one would have seen them.

There is that weird little park manager with the glasses who seems to always show up. I call him “Sargent Buzzkill”. I was thinking about daring the girls to crawl on all fours the rest of the way back to Buddy’s warehouse but we were almost there and I did not want to arm them with more stars than they had already for such a trivial task.

It was fun to watch them walk upright because they were both trying to move bowl-legged so the weights between their legs didn’t keep banging them in the thigh.

Dad ruined my fun by saying they could take it out to wear their chastity belts. I wanted them to think these were on permanently.

“I heard you told Dad you had fun today?” I asked my sister and I could tell by how she flinched that she must have told him that.

“Yes Sir, some of it was fun.”

“Was drinking piss fun?” I reached behind her and ‘cuked’ her ass. I had an Uncle who used to do that to me when I was little. He would squeeze my butt muscle and say ‘Cuke’ as he pinched it and released. I like to do little irritating things like to them when they are walking and if I don’t tell you about them in my journal, I may forget some of my better ones.

“Which time Sir?” Jamie asked carefully, her voice sounded lispy like a baby.

“Oh, you did it more than once? Tell us all about it.” I smirked at how her ‘S’ sounded exaggerated on ‘Sir’.

“Is this an affirmation Sir?” she tries to sound submissive when she talks this way but it just sounds like an old ‘I Dream of Jeanie’ episode to me when her responses sound submissive and now that she was lisping it only sounded more ridiculous. I feel like I am Major Nelson and she is going ‘But Master, I did not mean to blink Major Healy into outer space.”

I’d rather she just talk in the same sweet little voice she always uses but I guess that would sound too casual. Dad and I agreed if we were going to get them to accept new roles, then part of that would be accepting new names and that is how Cow Tits and Ass Face was born. I still like calling her other nicknames but I know that it has a subtle effect on their acceptance of our dominance in a positive way to rename them.

“Why, do you stop telling the truth when you aren’t under an affirmation?” I made the counter-point that it shouldn’t matter if it is an affirmation session or not. Jamie can’t lie worth beans but the affirmation is like Wonder Woman’s lasso around her tits and she is truthful to a fault for those.

You know it’s strange that I say she can’t ‘lie’. She can tell small white lies and be deceptive like most women can, but other things (bigger things) she has to tell the truth or she’ll just explode.

“No Sir, I was just going to ask if I could squat beneath you while you ask me these questions.”

“We don’t have time for that kind of luxury” I dismissed her request. “Tell your whore mom, and your Dad here about the two times you swallowed piss today.” I was laughing at her lisp but continuing to sound stern.

“The first time was by accident, Sir.” She told about the boy who had been so ticklish that while she tried to lap up his cum he pissed in her mouth. I believed that is how it probably went down but I wasn’t so sure she sold me on the idea she had to keep opening her mouth to swallow more so it didn’t go all over the place.

“What do you think Cow Tits? Your daughter is a piss drinker who told a trick’s mom he fucked her in the ass, should she have to apologize to her?” I cross-examined my mom as we made our way across the nearly empty flea market.

“Yes Sir, she should have to make amends for any deception.” My mom sounded absolutely sure of that. I wondered if she was mad or just distracted by the piercings keeping her pussy flaps wide open.

“Have you ever drank piss like your slut of a daughter?”

“Yes Sir, but not today.” She didn’t elaborate, which I hate. I like for them to go into detail so I don’t have to drive down into all the little questions. I have made it very clear I want them to be explicit and honest with me AT ALL TIMES!

“You know you are going to have to tell me all about every time right? I hope you have a good memory. Do you think you are above drinking piss?”

“No Sir, I am a piss drinking slut, but I would ask not to have to do it all the time, without stars?” My mom is a greedy little cunt that is for sure.

“That is what letters are for! piss bucket.” I threw in a new nickname just for shits and grins.

Jamie explained the second time was when she was trying to change a diaper right before we left. I could have done without the visual “Anytime a man, and I don’t care how old aims his pecker in your mouth to piss, you both swallow it like you are drowning and need water!”

“You mean thirsty and need water, Sir?” Jamie laughed at my mistake. Even she looked embarrassed because she was starting to sound like Elmer Fudd.

“I tawt I taw a puddy Tat!” I slapped her ass and mocked her like she was Tweety Bird noticing Sylvester for the first time. “Keep it up smart ass. Yes, it’s been a long day and I am already tired. You’ll swallow cum and piss from now on if it’s offered, and I don’t want to hear negotiations for letters every time either. You’ll be awarded fairly for your contributions.”

I asked Dad if he knew that swallowed cum stays in your stomach for seven days. I had read that in an article recently.

“Well we don’t want it to all go to their thighs, let’s get these stuttering bitches working.” He brightened at that.

I pantomimed a cowboy’s bullwhip whistling in the air and then sang “Head up, Move Em Out”.

My dad joined in “Rawhiiiide!” when he recognized the Blues Brother’s reference.

The girls silently started loading Buddy $ales warehouse with the rest of our stuff. I had half expected it to be missing when we got there but apparently even toothless yokels have better taste than all that fancy wicker basket and fancy-soap stuff my mom collected.

I stretched and yawned, “We’ve probably got to give them something to eat, I don’t think we’ve fed them today have we?” I was feeling bad because my replica of Glamdring from the Hobbit was going too. We all had to make sacrifices today (the girls more than us of course). I guess I would look pretty silly as an 18 year old with a Hobbits dagger anyway – If I had a Witch King’s sword now that would be pretty bad ass.

“They had breakfast” my Dad reminded me and we sauntered over to Buddy’s warehouse as we wondered if they could eat with the tongue studs anyway. The Koreans hadn’t given us any instructions on how to care for the piercings but Mikey had told me that some places don’t care as much as he does about the after care.

I could have carried something from our stuff with me to drop off but then that is why I’ve got two cunts to serve me. I was considering their dietary needs so why should I do grunt work if I am in management?

“Hey Buddy, how are they hanging?” he reminded me of one of those 1960s con-men who talks really fast and wears greasy looking product in his hair (not the good kind, some sort of grease, pomade I think). I probably sound like a huge nerd that I know this but the guy was the spitting image of Phil Silvers the comedian who played Sgt. Bilko and that is probably why I felt uneasy doing any deals with him.

He looked up from writing some transactions down in a book (Who does that in the age of computers) when we walked in and smiled at us. “If it isn’t the Wicked Family Robinson, right on time to get your three hundred dollars?”

“I thought you said five hundred dollars?”

“Really? I don’t remember that. I know you said five hundred dollars, but I don’t think I said that.”

My dad looked ready to take all our stuff back completely and then Buddy smiled and said “I am just joshing you, here is the 325 we agreed, less my cut for the time your mom spent on her back in my storehouse.” He didn’t let our serious faces change his outlook, he even made a joke, “Hey fellas, How is a woman like a condom? Both spend more time in your wallet than on your dick! Hey this is the a-material stuff, you guys look like somebody broke your heart today.”

“Buddy, we need five hundred at least for this stuff.” My dad said seriously, “I marked it to go and it didn’t move.”

“That is just the thing, William is it?” My dad corrected him but I think he liked to call people the wrong name as sort of his schtick. “William, I am going to level with you. If you couldn’t sell all this stuff priced as it was, how can I turn a profit selling it for even less than I bought it from you for? Now, I like you guys. I like your wife’s tits, I like your daughter’s ass, you two…well, I like you guys, so maybe I can do an even 350 but you gotta let me fuck that cute little daughter of yours.”

Dad looked at him and said “For twenty five more dollars?”

“Oh, is this too much?” Buddy asked snarkily.

“She’ll let you fuck her in the ass for fifty.”

“See gang, you drive a hard bargain, but I am not a fuck in the ass man, brown eye is not my style. I like that old fashioned pussy, so I’ll go 375, because I really like that daughter of yours.” He was an old school wheeler dealer from way back and he had a way of making you laugh while insulting you that I wish I could master.

“Hey did you hear this one? Why does a squirrel swim on its back? Keep its nuts dry… listen I could do these all day boys, but I want to make something happen here before I go home to the old folks home. We’ve got a 6pm curfew there and the orderlies don’t like to be kept waiting.” His brash new Yorker accent gave him the kind of cute chutzpah that even though I knew he was full of shit I wanted to hear what he said next.

“My daughter is actually a virgin, and she is saving her pussy.”

“A virgin? Oh brother, have I got an Edsel to sell you that has only been driven by a sweet old lady out of Pasadena on Sundays.” He doffed his hat like it was going to fall off in disbelief.

“I know it’s hard to believe, but she only sucks dick and takes it up the ass.”

“Okay a virgin cherry, now that is a rare thing. Let’s say I could see the hymen in question, and I’ll give you the full five hundred dollars.”

Dad and me had to confer on this one. We could really use the money. It wouldn’t pay for everything we needed but we had both psychologically put our goal at ‘five hundred’ dollars (plus the pocket money we earned off the girls hooking) and what can I say, the girl is going to eventually lose it anyway.

My mom and Jamie were busy nattering away about their day and sharing experiences and bonding while they loaded his warehouse like good little worker ants carrying the bullshit from our pile and putting it into his pile.

We even picked up a few trinkets to carry and talk to them since we all wanted to go home. I had already promised mom to Van Pewterschmidt and I had a job lined up for Jamie as well.

“Listen, I know you wanted to keep your virginity, but you are just going to give it away anyway, and Buddy wants to pay us an extra almost two hundred bucks for it.” My dad lacks that Je ne sais quoi and savoir-faire that a salesman like Buddy exudes and even I wasn’t buying it.

My sister stopped in her tracks. She was carrying an old record player of mom’s that probably meant a lot to her but wasn’t worth crap.

“Dad, I’ve been pissed on, and lost track of how many dicks I’ve sucked, you fucked me in the ass, I’ve been electrocuted, my nose has been pierced and I feel like I am pulling a ten pound weight with my cunt. I’ve shit outside in front of people while they giggled at me, and been naked in front of hundreds of people who laughed at me, and the one thing I asked for was to KEEP my virginity!!!!!!!!! You can punish me if you want to but you are absolutely right, I am just going to GIVE it away anyway. I don’t want to have it sold or rented or taken from me – not my first time!”

That would have sounded brilliant if she didn’t remind me of a baby with a lisp when she had said it. I was beginning to see how this new piercing had the potential to humiliate them more than just in how it looked but in how they sounded.

“Okay, okay, you could have just said no sir and politely declined. We’ll just tell him we don’t need money and we’ll get enough some other way.” My dad was playing the old passive aggressive card and Jamie fell for that one hook line and sinker.

“Did you tell him I would suck his dick and let him fuck me in the ass, Sir?” she took a more polite tone.

“Yah, he doesn’t want your brown-eye staining his cock - He wants pussy.”

“What about me Sir?” My mom ‘bravely’ volunteering to take one for the team (having watched her insatiably fuck seven guys in the stockroom, I am not sure she was really minding it as much as she let on).

“No, he doesn’t want you. He wants Jamie.” It was my mom’s turn to look a little disappointed. I know being older bugged her sometimes but a lot of my friends ASKED to rent here because she is a MILF. It wasn’t just that she was the second choice because Jamie was already taken. I should probably tell her that (After the training is over). I don’t want her to get a big ego and undo all the humility training we’ve been doing.

My Dad went back to let Buddy know it was ‘no dice’ and he looked disappointed but didn’t keep asking about it. We stood at the counter and watched the girls walk back and forth to bring all the stuff inside, teasing them to ‘shake it’ and ‘get a move on’

They obliged good naturedly. I asked my father why he had let Jamie call him ‘Dad’ and not punish her.

“Son, the weeks we were slaves to them didn’t add up to all the torment we’ve put them through today. Don’t tell your mother and sister that but I figure hell, she deserves one vent….ONE!” he held up a finger and we both laughed.

Buddy recycled his joke about the women who had the whistling pussy to my father while we waited and my mom overheard us talking and even finished the punch line by sticking two fingers under her skirt and then putting them in her mouth and blowing.

The mood had lightened a lot since Dragon Tattoo. I seem to remember it happening that way at the county fair after they got their whore tattoos too. Everything had become very intense and extreme and then like the sun coming out from behind the rain clouds after a storm things seemed to get airy and fun again.

Buddy told my sister “You are the sluttiest virgin I’ve ever seen. Come see me when you grow some tits like your mother, I’ll put you to work.” as we left his warehouse smiling.

“Okay Cow Tits and Ass Face, we’ll stop on the way back and get some fast food – your choice.” The girls seemed surprised we were so generous. The truth is, two weeks ago they wouldn’t have been caught dead in a place that didn’t sell an avocado wrap or a tofu Panini or whatever fancy food they used to eat.

My mom brightened and said, “Wendy’s Sir?”

I slapped her ass to motivate her to hop up in the truck and said “We’ll see” just to fuck with her. I was laughing because the last time we went to the Wendy’s on this side of town we had handcuffed them to the dumpster and humiliated them.

We put them on all fours in the back of an empty truck and drove out of that flea market. Dad and I don’t talk much in the truck but I just know tweedle-twat and tweedle-cunt do in the back. I kind of envy how they seem to share the hardship together. Dad and I were doing that when the tables were turned and I think it made us grow closer together.

I don’t mean in the gay way like we had to masturbate right in front of each other. That was weird and we seldom ever talk about that. I mean since Mom and Jamie agreed to let us have payback we talk about how we are going to handle things with them, but that is very pragmatic - We identify the problem and then we come up with a solution.

We think up new ways to torture and humiliate them and decide how that is all going to go down, but back when we were serving together I seem to remember him and I just sharing the hardship together and it building a bond between us.

I don’t want to switch places with them again, but I do miss that feeling.

“We gonna handcuff them to the dumpster again?” I asked my dad.

“Yep, why wouldn’t we?” he answered matter-of-factly as if the answer should be as obvious as the sun rising in the morning.

“I was just making pleasant conversation.” I said quietly as he focused on the road. He didn’t even notice the subtle humor of how, not very ‘pleasant’, making plans to handcuff your mother and sister to a fast-food dumpster and feed them cold fast food really is.

You know what I said about not wanting to switch places with them? Well I take that back. I am not so sure now.

The Family Feud IV

Chapter Eight

Bill’s Journal –Cheese Burger In Paradise

STAR COUNT:

WENDY: 51

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 5,3,0,0,1

JAMIE: 59

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 4,3,0,0,0

**Note to reader: This is Bill’s journal from Sunday afternoon detailing the events of approximately 3pm when he is leaving the Flea Market. In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a ‘narrative’ story format.

Wouldn’t it be really funny if all of us were keeping journals about the same events and none of us knew the others were doing it?

I think Jamie and Wendy have been typing on their phones and I don’t think they are instant messaging. I’ve been looking the other way but maybe at some point I’ll collect those phones and then I’ll have all this humiliating blackmail written by them about the things they have done.

It sure would make interesting reading to some pervert who found bits and pieces. I am not sure if they would enjoy mine because people probably want to know what is going on in the girls’ head. All the internet fiction I ever read usually is written from that point of view. You think people give a shit about what someone who goes to all the trouble to set everything is thinking?

I guess not. Then again if they are reading this then maybe so.

It is not hurting anything if they are keeping journals of this experience anyway. My son keeps trying to talk to me while I formulate my thoughts about what I want to put into this fucking journal and I want to spend time with him but god-damnit, will the boy ever shut up?

He wants to know if we are going to handcuff the bitches to the dumpster when we get to Wendy’s? Hell my wife practically ASKED me to do it by suggesting we go back there. I can’t very well disappoint that twisted bitch now can I?

Besides, I love that Baconator and it is close so it fits right into my plans. I’ve got to hand that cunt over to Van Pewterschmidt today when we get home - that is fine by me, I am not jealous. I just want him to know I got the better sister and she is mine. The only reason she will be sucking his cock is I told her to do it and she obeys me like a good little whore.

The girls did really good today. I am actually proud of them. My wife has proven she can be strong and submissive and that isn’t something I thought a high powered vice president like her couldn’t do. I bet she will call me and request a change of skirt tomorrow when she shits herself finding out what I have planned for her at work, ha-ha.

I hate it when people write “lol”. Call me old fashioned but a “Ha-ha” works just fine because I don’t really believe they laughed out loud. I believe they were sitting there stone faced and thought it was funny and said “Lawl” in their head at the end of their sentence.

Listen to me jabbering like Chris after he has had too many ‘Pepsies’. That boy can talk – he is counting up all the stars and everything they earned so far. By my calculations, we don’t have enough time to even make it to this weekend before they graduate and earn all their stars and I have to let them out of the discipline.

Every time I think about this weekend I get depressed. Wendy wants to send me out to the internet users group meeting because I was planning it for months. I have tried to convince her (and myself) that I don’t want to go.

The thing I haven’t told her is that when we moved out and stayed at that motel, the guy locked up all my stuff for not paying rent. I am a guy so other than a change of underwear, what did I take when I walked out? My old football trophies and stuff and without the game tape I won’t be able to make Graymalkin eat crow at the users conference.

Why else go to a boring internet forum convention if not to make the guy you argue with about sports eat his words?

I want to go but only if I can do that. We are going to be lucky if we can make our house, car, credit card, light bill and whatever else Wendy didn’t tell me we owe when she let me take back over the bills. She knows I hate numbers.

I thought I was doing pretty good buying all that bullshit, but what good is different colored paddles and spreader bars going to do next week when these fucking cunts get all their stars and we don’t own them anyway?

At least I’ve got a brand new computer with a Nvidia 570 graphics card. You know what? I may just give Chris the better computer and I keep the one I have. He plays all the games like counter strike and I don’t really have the reflexes for those FPS games like he does.

He has earned it by really stepping up and acting like a man. I am not talking about just the past two weeks where he got to boss around his mom and sister. He took our moving out like a man and stuck by my side through thick and thin. He believed in me all the way when no one else really did. I used to think he was a dummy with a short attention span and that is why. He just didn’t know I was a loser and he was too stupid to leave. I was wrong about him and I was wrong about myself- Bill Taylor is a winner!

Oh fuck, I almost ran that red light. I need to stop trying to write this journal while I drive.

Okay, I am back, where was I? Oh yeah, everyone impressed me today.

My wife - she has become more submissive but still strong when she needs to be. She is compassionate and giving and she has sucked up every punishment and humiliation I can throw at her and even cracked jokes at times. She said something funny when she was at Ryang’s about a broom, but I can’t remember it now. I remember thinking it was clever at the time.

My son – speaking of clever, what can I say? That boy has his shortcomings but he has become a man and I am definitely going to give him the better computer. I still have mine and it plays all the games I enjoy. I have to be rational and logical about it and it’s not about ego. It just works out that it will be his.

Besides, he is going to need something to play with when he can’t play with his sister’s titties anymore.

My daughter – Well she is full of surprises! Today I tried to get her to tell me why she said ‘That was fun’ back at the t-shirt place. She genuinely sounded like she meant it and was not just doing sarcasm or gallows humor. She has a tendency to look on the bright side all the time anyway so that could be what passes for sarcasm when it comes out of her sweet little mouth.

I didn’t really pay enough attention to her to know what kind of sense of humor she has. She had become so much like her mom and she was always away at ballet, cheerleading, honors society and so on that I just didn’t worry about her. I didn’t get to know her either and I kind of regret that because now that I am seeing her blossom into a woman it is as my slave.

I fucked my daughter in the ass today.

I fucked my daughter in the ass today.

God damnit, another fucking red light. If we get pulled over, I am going to have a tough time explaining those two cunts on all fours in the back.

Okay, now I’m not going to win father of the year. I have spanked her, made her play with herself, suck me off and punished in her ways that unless I re-read the journal I may not even remember but I felt like maybe I crossed a threshold today when I stuck my dick into that sweet little asshole of hers.

I can’t help but picture a clean, pink tunnel that is invitingly asking me to stick my dick into it. There is something so taboo about owning a woman where she poops. I can’t forget the Sam Kinison routine “You can touch me here, and here, and here, and there, but NOT THERE!!!!”

I’ve got to show that to Chris some time. That kid has the internet, he has probably already seen it – classic.

Anyway, yes I was thinking about how far Jamie came today and I ended up beating myself up for plugging her asshole. It has been on my mind all day and I don’t’ really have anyone I can unload on. I could tell Chris but then he may think I am weak?

Men don’t talk about feelings and all that other bullshit – he needs to learn that. I don’t even feel comfortable writing a journal about my internal monologue but I think I’ve evolved over the last few weeks and I should take stock of my thoughts.

Okay, you know that is bullshit. I have grown and change in the last few months but I am not going to lie to myself.

I’ve just got to brag about how fucking awesome it is when everything FITS INTO PLACE! Chris already knows and if I go telling everyone all the details of everything it might just bite me in the ass so this is the one place I can be completely fucking honest.

So yeah, I admit it. Wouldn’t you want to tell someone if your wife and daughter were your obedient little whores?

I am just going to keep acting like it is no big deal I fucked Jamie because if Wendy or Jamie was going to stop this they would have today. They are both completionists and if I keep my end of the deal they will keep their ends up in the air for me and Chris to kick until the 100th

star.

I thought Jamie was going to stand up to me right before we left Flea World. She spoke up and after she went over all the many ways she had been spread and buttered and mostly at my order I thought about backing down. That is the old Bill and I’ve got to be like Ryang. He doesn’t look like he ever doubts himself.

He had his teenage daughter under some kind of discipline and I bet that girl won’t be able to earn her way out with stars or anything like that. Then again I like giving them a goal to strive towards to prove they have been reformed and paid their dues. I want to go back there again and bring a copy of my rules for Ryang to read. I bet he’ll think I am crazy for putting so much thought into it.

I can’t help but think about me even though I started out trying to take stock of the changes in my family. I know I’ve changed at least on the outside. I feel like everyone in the family just accepts me as the leader and doesn’t question me and I want to keep that going for as long as I can. The key is not to let them know you have self-doubts.

It was so much easier when I didn’t get so introspective. I didn’t have so much to lose when I accepted I was out of work, out of shape, out of touch and losing my hair. I would just jack off during the day to some porn and watch a little TV, play a few computer games. I feel like now if anyone finds out I am not the bad-ass I let on to be, then will I lose everything I gained as head of my household?

Then again maybe this is how all leaders feel at some point – like a fraud who just lucked into their position. I bet even President Obama wakes up and says, “I am not even from this Country, how can I keep tricking these people into thinking I know what I am doing?”

I bet if Graymalkin saw me write that he would have some bleeding heart liberal crap to say about George Bush.

I haven’t even checked the forums (much) since this training has started and you know what?

Oh damn, there is Wendy’s. I’ll pull right in front so that the people inside will see the bitches getting off the back of the truck.

“You got the handcuffs, son?”

“Do Murlocs go warraggarrabbbllllll?” Chris answered.

“I guess they do.” I knew he was talking about World of Warcraft but I like to play it cool like I am above all that joking stuff most of the time. We took our time getting out of the truck so they could anticipate what we are going to do. I like to let the two of them talk it out. I could gag them but then they can’t make each other wet with anticipation, ha-ha.

You see I didn’t write Lol? Fuck Lol and fuck people who say Lol when they are writing a journal.

“You two cunts hungry?”

I actually wasn’t all that hungry but I knew Chris probably was.

“Yes Sir” Came their answer almost in unison. They’ve got the psychic powers of god-damned twins at times.

“Well then get your fat asses off the truck.” I made the two of them jump off the back of the truck in broad day light in front of the fast food chain because it amuses me to see their tits bounce. I didn’t realize I’d have the added pleasure of the weight on their clit rings causing them discomfort when they landed.

“Oh quit your bitchen, we’re hungry.” I led them over to the dumpster as if that was a forgone conclusion and they followed like little lemmings ready to walk off a cliff.

“You know why you two dumpster bitches have to wait out here don’t you?”

“Yes Sir, Taylor men rule and Taylor women drool.” Wendy was the first one to answer and I smiled (just slightly, I don’t want her thinking it is that easy to impress me.)

“You are finally learning, now hand over your skirt Cow Tits.” My wife didn’t hesitate to step out of her little mini skirt.

“Ass face you can take your shirt off, and stand their naked since you don’t have a skirt.” I was lying, I had brought her extra skirt home but she was still wearing that hilarious ‘milk-milk’ shirt.

“Sir, if my slut daughter is naked can I also remove my top before you cuff us to the dumpster?”

“Who said I was going to cuff you to the dumpster?”

She knew better than to anticipate my orders. I could see the look in her eyes that she knew she ‘dun goofed’. “I am just fucking with you bitch. Yes you can get naked, and yes we are going to cuff you to the dumpster.” See? I can joke when I want too.

I had them hug each other tightly, wearing only their heels and collars, and then cuffed their arms around each other so they were locked in an embrace.

“Hang around” I joked again.

“Dad, I did that joke already today.” Chris laughed at me

“Oh, they say when you get old two things start to go. Your memory and I can’t remember the other thing.” I think I’ve told him that before but I can’t remember, lol.

Oh shit, I meant ha-ha, anyway.

We left the two love-birds hugging outside and I went in to see if Reggie, the kid who had come outside and fucked my wife the last time I was here, was working. If my memory is so bad, why is it I can remember the kid’s name and exactly what it looked like when he brought that chocolate dick in and out of my wife’s face and the look of complete subjugation in her eyes as she looked to me for approval for being such a nasty whore.

I had meant to give them a little speech about having to learn team work and that is why I left them out hugging each other tit to tit but I was too excited to see if Reggie was working.

Chris and I approached the counter and ordered Baconator meals for ourselves and Jr. cheeseburgers for them.

“Let’s get a water for them to share with two straws.” Chris liked to make suggestions and I liked to agree with them. The truth is, I usually didn’t care about details like this. We made a great team because he liked to think up insidious little humiliations that might not sound like much but when you do them all day long to someone, they really are probably very grueling. I would not know, but I’ll ask my wife when this is all over, ha-ha!

(See I didn’t forget that time, I am 40, not senile!)

I asked if Reggie was working but he wasn’t there, which was disappointing. Now I was going to have to pick some other teenage kid to have his mind blown by my daughter and wife.

Chris and I ate and made small talk about what we were going to do. I told him to scan the place for someone who works there that we could bring back to the dumpster to fuck with them.

“You think with all they have been through, they’ll be as worried about what one stranger thinks?” Chris had a good point. Last week, yes they were in tears and all a flutter, but after getting electrocuted on stage, this may be anti-climatic.

“We could just go home and leave them at the dumpster for a few hours.”

“Dad, you are a fucking sadist!” Chris almost choked on his Dr. Pepper.

“Still mixing every flavor of soda in your drink?”

He smiled, “I haven’t done that since I was six!” as he took another drink.

It is funny the things you remember so well from the past and the things your brain won’t let you hang on to that just happened.

“Well we could just go out there and hand-feed them then.” I told my son

“You make it sound like that is boring.” Chris answered with a smirk on his face.

“Hey, I don’t know how long before your mom and sister earn their freedom, so we should probably enjoy it while we can.” I told him, taking another juicy bite of a delicious double-burger with extra cheese and bacon.

“You don’t want this to end do you, Dad?” Chris asked me.

Here we go, now we are talking about ‘feelings’ and I told you already I was trying to teach him that isn’t how men do it.

Then again I was curious what he thought too, “Who would want it to end? Your mom and sister sucking our dicks, cleaning the house, can’t tell us what to do.”

“What if we came to them and told them we didn’t want it to end?” Chris sounded serious.

“I think they would say what I asked your sister when she told me she wanted something -How does it feel to want?” I laughed out loud.

“How about if we came to them and told them we’d let them out of the 100 stars early, if they will agree to some permanent rules around the house about us being the boss, and treating us with respect.” Chris asked.

“Go on?” I was intrigued. This was not feelings talk, this was planning!

“We could write up a whole new set of rules, that aren’t nearly as hard. Jamie and Mom have to be naked at home and call us Sir, but they can sleep in their own beds, and they can still be spanked for insubordination but no more hog tying and Waxerman enemas.”

“Oh c’mon? If we are going to do this, surely we have to put in a clause that when that wrinkled old bitch shows up they have to strip down and go to code white.” I absolutely love seeing them at code white where they have to push Waxerman’s buttons and make her think they are these wicked bitches who deserve punishment. I should have told Jamie to go to code white today when I was talking to Ryang. He didn’t’ seem to think she had done enough to warrant her treatment, at least at first. I will have to remember to use those codes more often.

“How about if we compromise with them? When Waxerman comes over some of the time, you and I go into code white and act like we are constipated and beg for the enema and then the other half they have to do it?” He asked.

I was perplexed and I looked at my son for a long time before taking another savory bite of my Baconator. “Son, they haven’t even heard our demands and you are already compromising with them? Do you have any idea how painful those enemas probably are?”

“That is my point exactly! They would respect us more if we endured them too. Then we’d have a better appreciation for how bad they have it, and they’d know we wouldn’t sentence them to things that even we wouldn’t endure.”

I never heard him ask to mow the grass in close to eighteen years. He was now asking to get naked in front of Mrs. Waxerman and be treated like the girls?

“Son, we did get a taste of what we are giving them? Don’t you remember when your mom used to make us dance around the living room and slap our dicks together?”

He hushed me because I was talking a little louder than I thought I was. I was thankful considering the old woman nearest to us in the dining room, gave me a dirty look. “You said yourself today that Jamie endured more in one day today with electrocutions and all that than we did for the month of our training.”

“You have a good point Son, and I’ll think about that but what you may be forgetting is your sister has probably been kicked out of school. What am I going to do with her if we go to this new, kinder rules?”

“You’ll still be the boss at home. It’s just she won’t have to be in the backyard barking like a dog with Rosco.”

“You don’t want to see her in the dog house with Roscoe?” I asked him skeptically.

“Okay, that would be funny!” He smiled, “But if we don’t make the offer soon then they won’t have much reason to accept because they are more than half way done.” He reminded me.

“We could slow down the opportunities to get the final stars?” I suggested.

“Don’t you remember bringing that up when we first started that? We talked about some of the things they may try to pull on us to get out of this, like pretending to love everything we did to them so we’d lose interest?” Chris nodded his head up and down as if that would jog my memory. “And then you suggested we’d slow down the stars or even take some back and I told you that would only make them quit trying once they knew the game was rigged?”

I honestly didn’t remember him saying that but that was a good point. My daughter and wife are try-hards who will stick to their guns, but if they knew we cheated they wouldn’t feel obliged to continue to play.

“Your mom has some surprises in store for her at work tomorrow, I worked really hard to set those up and I can’t picture her reverting back to normal there.” I explained.

“She has to go back to normal some time?” Chris asked.

“Nah, she is probably going to get fired before long and have to find another job. Then she could go back to normal but your mom has been a hard core slut at work and there is no way she can stop without all the handlers blackmailing her to stick with it.”

“Wait, I thought mom had the exact same rules at work as Jamie does at school?”

“No, I let her trade a few rules around. In a business environment if she called people Sir and Ma’am as their boss they would find that weird or demeaning at best. So in return I had her step things up around work.” That was true, but there was much more to it than that. I had made an unwritten deal with Wendy that she had to be a total slut at work and purposely get less stars than Jamie and in exchange, I would not fuck Jamie or make it so brutal on her. Wendy was going to have to finish last after her daughter so that we did not take out our frustrations on Jamie alone as part of the deal.

Chris can’t know about the deal because then he will think I am not being equal with him and he wouldn’t trust me but it is better for everyone this way (except Wendy I guess).

I just realized that Wendy’s memory must be bad too because I fucked my daughter up the ass today and she didn’t say that the deal was off. Then again she IS a woman and she never forgets anything. It was possible that they had come so far in their training, my wife realized it was an inevitability this would happen, but my mind was reeling with possibilities.

“Listen, we should probably go check on them. You kept their cheeseburgers warm?” I asked my son.

He produced two kid sized cheeseburgers he had been sitting on the entire time we were talking, “Right here”

I grabbed some cold fries and their drink (since they were going to share it) and asked, “Did you season them with your special cheese?”

He lifted a butt cheek to rip another fart and agreed, “You know I did”. Then he took a bite out of one which made me just shake my head.

He was grinning as we walked out to check on the girls.

They were huddled together naked the way I had left them and as far pulled back as they could be from the dumpster. There is something so erotic about two beautiful naked women handcuffed together in an embrace outside with their muscles taut and a sheen of fear sweat glistening off their bodies.

I just made the connection that I think I like dominating a woman’s asshole because it is a taboo thing you are told you cannot or should not do (by women who don’t want you to do it to them). With the fact, this is a mother and her daughter in the embrace.

There is something that makes their hugging each other cheek to cheek and tit to tit, naked outside, handcuffed and vulnerable that much sweeter. It is the same idea of taboo that most women aren’t going to do it (even though they would with other women).

Then again I did NOT like the taboo of being tied up next to my son.

As we approached the dumpster I had the uneasy feeling the girls weren’t just trying to stay as far as away from the rotten dumpster smell as possible. I had visions of a crazed homeless man with a knife holding them hostage and they being too scared for their own lives to warn us as we walked up.

It was just a raccoon skittering around their feet that was sending them in a helpless tizzy, ‘Oooh eek! Get it Sir!’ okay they didn’t say ‘eek’ but they were freaking out about it.

“You think he prefers the stink of your rotten piss holes to his dumpster?” I laughed at them and chased him away with the jangle of my keys. “What would you two dumb cunts do if you didn’t have us to take care of you?”

I was kidding but my wife agreed and said “Thank you Sir, you saved us twice today.”

“Twice?” I replied skeptically

“Yes Sir, just now and when we were on the electric chair. Thank you for being our white knight!”

“The way I remembered it, you two were flashing your tits on an electric chair when you should have been turning tricks. I punished you by having him up the settings and shock the shit out of you. You were giving little glimpses and glances up your precious skirts but I made you expose yourself like the little tramps you are. Do you cunts need an affirmation or are you ready to stop babbling and eat?” I thought that sounded pretty good.

“Can we do both Sir? It has been a while since my last affirmation.” Wendy and Jamie were getting energized from the affirmations and saw them as a regular ritual. Do you know I got the idea from Stuart Smalley, “I am good enough, I am smart enough and dammit, people like me.” I didn’t have the heart to tell them the technique that worked so well in making them think about the things they say and do and reinforces their training started out as a bad Saturday Night Live skit.

My son was holding two half-eaten Jr. cheeseburgers and he tag-teamed back into the conversation, “Let me butter their bread first, Dad. Are you two bitches thankful we saved you some delicious fast food?” He held it under their nose tempting them with the smell (but not mentioning he farted on them before we left).

“Yes Sir, it is better than bitches like us deserve.” My wife answered him. I decided to get out my cell phone camera to record this one.

“Damn, skippy it is,” Chris licked the palm of his hand and wiped it on the buns and then stuffed a cheeseburger between the cracks of their ass. “Butt-ter that bread, you two tight asses better clench because if it hits the ground you’ll be eating it from there.”

They are no strangers to eating off the floor, but usually they have polished our kitchen tile to a mirror shine. The pavement around the dumpster looked pretty disgusting. The girls tightened their ass cheeks to hold the burgers without complaint. I call them fat-asses all the time but if perfect asses magazine had a mother-daughter issue then they could be their cover girls.

I am pretty sure there is probably a ‘perfect asses magazine’ – but if not there should be. Who buys their porn in magazines these days? Idiots.

Chris hand fed the girls cold fries by putting one in Wendy’s mouth and having Jamie nibble it down until their lips were touching and we alternated between them.

“Were you two scared of the w’ttle raccoon?” Chris asked them both and they nodded vigorously. “So if I check your cunts they won’t be wet from the excitement?”

Jamie was the first to admit “Mine might be sir.”

Wendy was second, “Mine is, but you can’t say it’s from the raccoon. I am standing outside naked next to a dumpster, Sir.” she made a good case but it only made us laugh at how pathetic she sounded.

The parking lot was busy and someone might have heard us talking behind the vanity wall that surrounds the dumpster but I was having too much fun. I was glad Reggie wasn’t with us because even though I get off on strangers reactions to my sluts I think we needed a little family fun time. I let the two of them share a cold drink of water by holding it up to their face.

“Thank you Master” Wendy surprised me with that title.

“I am your Master now am I?”

“You are my owner, my pimp, and my husband Sir. You have been our teacher, our protector and when we are bad our disciplinarian. I think you deserve the title of Master.” Jamie agreed with her mother and said it too.

Chris pulled a French fry out of Jamie’s mouth, “What about me?”

“You are my owner, pimp and Master too, Sir.” Wendy added.

“That wasn’t nearly as long and well thought out as the one you gave Dad,” He slapped her ass cheek nearly causing her to drop the burger she was holding to eat when we gave her permission. I had to admit the boy had a point.

“You are my owner, pimp, and my son Sir. You have taught me so many things I didn’t realize I had to learn, and when we are bad you don’t let us continue in that behavior without strong discipline. I am your three-hole slut and property Son, and I thank you for the attention and supervision you give me and my slut daughter.”

“That is much better, but you still aren’t getting the cheeseburger before I think it’s cooked enough between your ass cheeks.” He smirked.

There was a trace of smile on her curled lips even though they take the affirmations very seriously. I knew she thought that was funny. I love my wife’s smile. It is so cute it reminds me of Jamie Lee Curtis when she flashes her dimples and it looks like she is trying to contain her laughter with it by holding her mouth closed.

What was your favorite part about today, Cow Tits?” My son asked an interesting question and I was curious to hear her answer.

“Serving you Master” Wendy answered like a sexy vixen. I probably would have accepted that answer on face value because it was hot. Chris slapped her on the back of the leg and grabbed her by the back of the neck, “You had better take this affirmation seriously, because I am not out here to smell this rotten garbage, let’s hear a proper answer.”

I was surprised he seemed to be sending a mixed message that it was okay for him to joke around but not her. Then again, maybe it was just the degree of seriousness he was allowing where a little joking was okay but if she was going to vamp and not give straight answers he had to smack her back in line – smart kid.

“I am sorry Master. Can you more clearly define what you mean by favorite?” Chris looked at her with a helpless shrug when she asked him that. Wendy clarified “Do you mean, what would I like to do again, or what was the most exciting and I am glad I faced it but now that it is over it is better as a memory, or what, Sir?”

Chris nodded “What part was the most fun and you would like to do again?”

Wendy thought about it while nibbling her fry, “Being a dumpster bitch at Wendy’s and waiting for my two strong Masters to come outside and save me from the raccoon, Sir?”

I believed her but Chris may have been looking for another answer. He posed the same question to his sister.

“I guess I already said what was the most fun is when I was serving Chao in exchange for my nose-ring, Sir.”

I was surprised the girls had accepted the chains and extra piercings without putting up much of a fight. I thought we would have to go through the same family meeting time-outs we did when they got their last ones. Chris asked her to describe specifically what was so interesting about it.

I kind of wanted the nose ring, but once I saw the tongue stud that looked like a tiny little cock I just knew it was perfect. I bet they didn’t see that one coming?

We can do nose rings another time – I knew those cunts wouldn’t be satisfied unless they suffer equally and if Jamie has school and for Wendy to work, the nose rings are probably too over the top. Then again just listening to them lisp like children and the silver cock stud flash when they open their mouths to talk is going to be fun.

I think we’ve humiliated them in how they look quite a bit and with what they say, but if you want to assault all their senses then how people hear them is yet another way.

Jamie answered her brother’s question about Chao, “He was very gentle with me, and he looked into my eyes longingly like I was the only woman in the world. It was very intense to be wanted so much. He licked my asshole and I begged him to fuck me there but he seemed reluctant to give me pain or discomfort and he truly wanted to serve my needs no matter how much I tried to serve his. It was a refreshing change for me, Sir.”

I probably should have ‘probed her’ more to get this answer out of her when she originally said ‘That was fun’ but I had already ‘probed her’ once today, ha-ha!

“Should men want to serve your needs?” Chris asked

“All men are my betters because they are born with cocks instead of piss flaps.” She answered by rote because we had been drilling that in her head since we started. Then she added, “I think if he really gets pleasure out of trying to give pleasure I shouldn’t deny him.”

“Spoken like a true brat – justifying his tending to your needs while you don’t tend to his own.” Chris started but then added, “But given the client wanted it, you did the right thing by offering and sucking his dick. I am glad to see you are a piss drinker now. Who wants to earn an E?”

They both did naturally and beamed at the possibility of one of his contests. My wife is pretty savvy and normally skeptical about agreeing to something before knowing what the contest rules will be – the exception is when competing against her daughter. Their friendly rivalry only makes the contest that much more sweet. Even I was excited wondering what Chris had in mind.

“Here, hold on to these and don’t chew. I’ll be right back.” Chris lifted the cheeseburgers from their cheeks and then inserted the one that had been warming in Wendy’s ass flaps into his sister’s mouth and vise verse. They made pretty cute gags, reminded me of that duck whistle thing Ryang had. I need to get one of those, have I said that already?

Chris and I closed the dumpster gate and went back inside the burger joint for a second cup of water. I called behind me, “Don’t go anywhere now!” cutely mocking the two naked sluts cuffed to the metal dumpster.

Chris added some ice to both cups and filled them about 10% full with orange soda. We took our time looking around the restaurant to give the girls some time to wonder what the contest would be. I asked Chris while we waited, “Your sister has to draw one correction when we get home, is that the only one we have?”

“Yeah unfortunately. As usual they were both such good bitches they didn’t earn anything besides low level infraction punishments.” Chris smirked “We are too good to them!”

We fist bumped and I added “Bro’s before ho’s’” before returning to the girls. Chris gave them permission to eat while he explained the rules. They had been staring into each other’s eyes the whole time in some kind of staring contest. I had forgotten they couldn’t talk because they had cheeseburgers shoved in their mouths like duck bills. They were both trying to keep a straight face and not drop them as they ate slow enough to keep the burger in place.

“The contest rules are simple. You just have to drink a cup of orange soda the fastest.” They almost seemed disappointed that there wasn’t more to it. They couldn’t say anything but I saw it in their faces.

“Oh drat, I didn’t fill the cups all the way. I don’t feel like walking back, so you girls are going to supply some lemonade to fill the cups up to the brim and make it a fair contest. You cunts know how to make lemonade don’t you?”

I was thinking, “Life certainly has given you all enough lemons.” but I didn’t say it. It sounded like something corny Wendy would say.

We had them continue to hug and eat but keep their legs spread apart past their shoulders width. In retrospect I like them in this position instead of standing huddled together anyway. Chris tickled his mother’s asshole playfully which almost made her drop her burger and then we put the cups under their pussies like we were waiting for a 50 cent cup of hot chocolate to pour out of one of those old automatic vending machines that made it for you. “You can piss now but don’t make fudge or spill any on my hands or you WILL lick it up.”

The girls were half-smiling and half groaning with the burgers stuffed in their mouth. Even if the tongue rings were sensitive I really didn’t care and I was hoping it was fucking with their taste buds to keep them a little confused.

They hadn’t had a chance to even agree to the rules of the contest but it seemed like a forgone conclusion they were going to have to play along with it. If either one of them didn’t want to drink, that would end the game anyway.

Chris watches them piss every day in the litter box but it isn’t one of my favorite things supervising their bathroom habits. I didn’t really get the fascination, but watching the stream pulse out of my daughters tight little pussy from who knows where up inside her like a little jet of golden water was getting me hard. I think if any red-blooded heterosexual added to the fact she was completely naked and vulnerable with her legs spread wide apart, they would be getting aroused too.

Come to think of it, I bet lesbians would be turned on by the sight of my two little sluts hugging and trying to piss while eating burgers with just their mouth in the nude. I think there is something universally erotic about the helplessness and the raw sexuality of it all that transcends the fact she was just peeing in a cup.

I probably don’t even do the scene justice but I will never forget the way it looked, and the looks in their eyes, my wife’s pretty green eyes, with just a tiny trace of laughter lines starting around the edges, and my daughter’s bright baby blues.

Jamie’s hamburger had finally dropped when she reached the last little bit of the crust (Which if I remember correctly, as a little girl she never ate anyway when she got them in happy meals). Her mom was still working on the rest of her bun. I detected a slight sense of satisfaction she had enough mouth control to soldier on.

“Sorry Sir, for wasting the rest of my burger.” She gulped now that she had let it drop.

“What do you mean waste? You’ll finish it after the contest.” Chris could be one stone cold motherfucker when he wanted to be. I don’t mean literally, because I don’t think he has actually fucked his mother or his sister yet, even though he has had them suck his dick. He better get over his shyness real soon or they may stop playing our game!

When we were sure they had both finished pissing, Chris poured the two cups back and forth to mix their juices until they were of equal amounts and for a final measure drew back a big gob of spit and hocked into both cups.

He sealed them with a plastic lid, added a straw and asked, “You girls ready to race”.

I was shocked to hear the grate slide open, someone was coming in the dumpster and I didn’t have a fall back plan to cover the girls. That was my own poor planning and I regretted it instantly. I had been enjoying playing it loose and on the edge and taking a risk. I think everyone was cool with that. This could be a cop or the store manager – it wasn’t though.

It was Reggie, the black teenager who had seen us here before, pulling a garbage can out to the dumpster.

“Crackers be crazy!” He announced as he walked into the middle of our contest.

“Reggie, I thought you weren’t working today!”

“I just got here, y’all were here a week ago right?”

“You get a lot of crackers locking their wives and daughters to your dumpster do you?” Chris asked sarcastically. It did seem pretty unlikely to me he would have forgotten us and not been sure we were the same people.

“You’d be surprised what I see out here and in my neighborhood.” I might have been, but in the past week, meeting Ryang and Cathy Griffin and learning she had most of her cheer squad wrapped around her pinky by their sweet, teenage clits, I had seen a whole new side of things.

The ‘normal’ people you think are your neighbors, the cop on the beat, the teacher in the school, that kindly old couple walking down the street might just have a tub full of bondage and submission sex tubs under their bed. I was very surprised to see Buddy Miller at the pool party yesterday running around in a speedo, following his daughter and Cathy Griffin around the pool like he was crazy for teenage pussy. I am sure I am not the only one who noticed my sluts weren’t the only ones at the party raising eyebrows (and cocks).

“You want to stay? My mom and sister were about to have a competition who could drink their piss the fastest”

“I’ll pass” He said as he pulled the plastic garbage can inside the dumpster with us.

“They’ll suck your dick after” Chris promised sweetly.

“I’ll stick around.”

I think I was the only one who caught how funny that was that he answered so quickly.

“Okay, this is for an E, whichever of you two twats can finish the cup first wins!”

“Reggie, you want to hold my daughter’s cup?” I asked the kid. He smiled and shrugged taking the cup and putting it up to her mouth. My daughter wrapped her lips around the straw like it was some kind of dick. ‘Showing off for the black guy’ I thought to myself snarkily (Good thing I didn’t say it out loud!)

Chris held his mom’s cup and gave them a count on 3. ‘3-2….peanut butter’ he announced hoping he’d catch one of them anticipating the 1 count. They didn’t fall for it and they both smiled at each other. This wasn’t the first time he had tried that trick on them - The bitches were learning.

‘3-2-1’ They were off slurping. My daughter scrunched her nose which is a no-no normally, but given the acrid piss in the cup, I was willing to let it slide. I normally don’t let her make faces like that but in truth it is kind of hot. It reminds me of one of my first crushes and the look she gave me when I tried to touch her on the butthole, ha-ha!

I started to think the two cunts were purposely drinking at the same rate in order to force some kind of tie. I was relieved to see it was just that they were both furiously sucking up their lemonade soda.

“My daughter the piss drinker, I never thought I’d see it.” I shook my head and Jamie spit with laughter. I expected her to react more negatively to having to drink piss than she was. I wasn’t going to look too deeply into it considering she was smiling like a slut champion at the piss drinking Olympics who just won the silver medal.

“No fair, Sir! You made me laugh.” Her mom didn’t stop sucking while Jamie commiserated her spit-take. She just looked at her daughter and kept her eye on the prize.

“You betta’ stop talking and start sucking” Reggie coached my daughter and she put her lips back around the straw and continued drinking the pee-cup he held for her. Reggie had a serious expression on his face which only made it seem more surreal and humorous to me.

“And the winner of Wendy’s Piss Like a Champion Contest is Mom, by a nose hair!” Chris held his mother’s cup over her head and turned it upside down letting only a little yellow ice fall out to prove she had finished it all. My wife accepted the accolade with one of those expressions that is both gracious but smirking at the same time like ‘Oh well, I just won a contest’.

Reggie turned my daughter’s cup over her head drenching her with the last remaining ten percent of her cup and splattering a little on all of us (including himself). “Was I not supposed to do that?”

“Actually, that seems like exactly what you were supposed to do.” My son told him and then asked, “So which one of these two sluts do you want to blow you first?”

The Family Feud IV

Chapter Nine

Wendy’s Journal –My Confession

STAR COUNT:

WENDY: 51

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 5,3,0,0,1

JAMIE: 59

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 4,3,0,0,0

**Note to reader: This is Wendy’s journal from Sunday afternoon detailing the events of approximately 4pm when she is leaving the Fast food place that shares her name. In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a ‘narrative’ story format.

This summary is an excellent read if you have not read FF1-FF3 or if it has been a while and you would like a refreshing look at not only what has happened but how Wendy felt about some of it.

“Bobble, Bobble Pop” I can’t get that pop song out of my head that my son made us practice giving hummers to.

I was using the new stud in my mouth (the silver one shaped like a dick) to tickle and pleasure the young black stud (Reggie) in my mouth and I could tell there would be one practical advantage to having this new piercing in the dick sucking department.

He lasted a lot longer than I thought he would while my daughter and I kissed and coddled his cock. When he finally came it was all over both of our faces and naturally they made us lick each other clean before asking Reggie to stay and watch them get their own dicks sucked.

I playfully French kissed my daughter and dabbed some of the cum back and forth so that he could see our new tongue rings. I know that sounds twisted that I was actually showing off, but I may as well ‘get into’ character if I am going to play a dumpster slut.

Reggie was probably in trouble and like most guys, once they’ve finished unloading their spunk, he was done. He didn’t say a word to us even as thanks before dragging his empty garbage can back out of the dumpster. I was surprised Chris didn’t make us empty it for him but we were still cuffed by one hand to the dumpster itself.

“Thank you Sir for letting us suck your cock!” my daughter said a little too loud for my comfort as he left. I could just picture a family of people getting out of their station wagon on the other side of the dumpster hearing that and wondering what just happened.

He didn’t stop to answer her unprompted politeness but Chris gave me a hard spank on the butt for it. “You should have thanked him too!”

“I am sorry Sir. I was still nom-nom-nomming his salty cum.” hey, if I am going to have to sound like a baby I might as well play it to the hilt. I am still not sure what I will do when I have to be in the office in the morning. The thought of pretending I had dental work done did cross my mind, but Steve would never go for that.

“Would you like me to suck your dick, Master?” I asked my son just as bold as any brazen street whore could.

“Should we let them?” Chris asked his dad as if it was a privilege for us to get to beg for their cocks.

Bill uncuffed our wrists from the I-beam that ran across the dumpster and said “I would say no they’ve had enough cum, but I want to try out your mom’s new tongue toy.”

I squatted down too quickly and the weight that has been pulling my clit completely off (feels like it) hit the ground. I made a mental note not to spring into that position as quickly again as I unzipped Bill’s pants to take out his dick.

I could feel my daughter’s slightly sweaty back pressed to mine as she was doing the same thing for Chris. I flicked my tongue at Bill while I looked up at him to give him a preview and noted with pleasure he was already very hard.

My husband isn’t racist (I don’t think so) but he does like to taunt me that I just sucked a BLACK guys dick. He knows I was raised with more of a taboo about that than Jamie’s intercultural generation seems to have.

“Did you like sucking that black guy’s dick, you slut?”

“Noff as muff as yours, Maffer” I was gagging around his dick thrusts and not just lisping from the new throbbing tongue ring.

The hamburgers, fries and piss for that matter hadn’t tasted the same as I thought it would and I suspect it is because now there is a hole in my tongue where taste buds used to be and the entire pink organ is remapping what is sour, sweet and everything in between.

Steve at work has been using my mouth like a urinal for over a week and I still don’t think I am still grossed out about it but Jamie gulped her glass down like a pro when we did our little ‘who can drink more’ race earlier. I won naturally, but she was a close second. If Bill hadn’t made her giggle she might have!

I am shocked she wasn’t spitting and coughing or vomiting afterward. She is such a little trooper about all of this, I really admire her. I am sure I sound like a broken record at times going over everything I learned, my observations and my love and admiration for my daughter but I think some things bear repeating. The affirmations repeat over and over the same theme and the more it does the more it has this subtle influence on our thinking so why not the good stuff like my belief this arrangement has made our family stronger?

I don’t know if Bill knows I am journaling but I think Jamie suspects. I pray he never finds this journal because then he would just add it to the mountain of pictures and videotapes he has to blackmail me with. Could you imagine if he really did give it to my parents? I think even he knows that would break their hearts and probably erase the closeness we have been having because I am sure I would be blackballed out of my family for life after that. They love me a lot, but if they knew half of the things I did I think they would shun me.

Speaking of repeating things, I should probably skip a little ahead. This is the third and more intense of all our trips to Wendy’s on the poor side of town and each time it has become a little less scary to me. It should become more intense but it didn’t shock me to lick up all the cum from my daughter’s face or stand outside naked in a vulnerable position for close to an hour.

When we got home, inspected and given our affirmations, I even mentioned how there were times I wasn’t afraid and Chris and Bill just laughed. I think they take that at face value and don’t realize I also mean there are times I am scared shitless.

One of those times was about to happen because they dressed me in the monokini Jamie had on at the pool the day before. It felt like a Lycra shoe-string that was tied in the fold of my cunt lips and barely covered my nipples. They let me take out the weight on my clit but they didn’t let me wear anything else to walk over and report to Van Pewterschmidt’s house for duty.

My daughter had been given the option to wear her chastity belt under a skirt. She was even told she was going to Waxerman’s neighbor’s house and if she didn’t wear the chastity belt, playing with her pussy and ass was fair game with this client.

She knew the Pooper Snooper Boy’s would probably be there too and she politely declined the protection of the belt. I think in some sense of obligation she doesn’t want special treatment. If she was only aware of how scared I am to walk to the neighbors in this suit then maybe she would not have agreed to walk down the block in hers.

We are both being rented out for ‘odd jobs’ tonight to make some extra money. I am going over to our neighbor Van Pewterschmidt to report to him because I was already promised for that this morning. Chris arranged for his sister’s job on our way home from Wendy’s.

I should say that Van reminds me of a gregarious, confident, Kevin Costner type who is very self-assured and has an edge of bad-boy. I should also say that he dated my older Sister Lisa in high school and so there is this awkward “Should I really be doing this with someone who dated my sister?” vibe to it.

Even though it had been years ago and we used to have a friendly rivalry about boys, my Sister always won those competitions (she was that Blonde Barbie kind of beauty which is probably who Jamie takes after) and I was bookish and fairly flat-chested back in high school.

Chris says “Van gets more ass than a toilet seat” and I know that a lot of the MARRIED housewives on my block have joked in confidence with other women that they would be interested in a fling with him. He is what you might call the ‘most eligible bachelor’ in Cherry Lawn Estates.

Jamie was given a chance to get out of her ‘correction’ if she agreed to poke the hornets’ nest next door at Waxerman’s house and report to her to show her the new tongue piercing. I knew that would probably infuriate Waxerman and despite the fun we have shining her on in code white, I was surprised Jamie was willing to endure that alone without me there.

I was afraid to go visit Van without Jamie – well that isn’t exactly it. I think I’ve just grown so accustomed to her being close that it has given me comfort to keep her close at hand.

I was given a pat on the butt and hustled out the door to report to Van. I was told not to run but to walk slowly over to his house and even though everyone saw me at the community pool the day before in a skimpy bathing suit, this made me even more aware I was basically more naked than in the one I had on the day before.

He opened his door after I rang the bell and he had that cool, aloof smirk on his face as he invited me in.

“Thank you Sir”

“Get naked, get on all fours and clean the bathroom with your tongue, piggy!” He said quite seriously.

I didn’t hesitate to strip off the bikini and get on all fours while asking, “Can you lead me to your bathroom, Sir?”

“Wow, you really take this seriously. I was just kidding Wendy.” The way he said my first name, it sounded more alien than ‘Cow Tits’ did given how little I had heard it this week. He helped me off the floor, handed me my bathing suit and took me into his den.

His den was decorated in mahogany and dark leathers. It looked exactly like one of those well-furnished dens in Hollywood versions of a bachelor pad mansion. “Do you want a glass of wine, Wendy?”

I did but I wasn’t sure if this was a test of some kind, “I am not sure if I can, Sir.”

“Do you report to me for the next three hours and have to do what I tell you?”

“Yes Sir”

“Then I want you to have a seat on my couch and have a glass of wine.”

I hadn’t been allowed to sit on furniture for so long in a house that I really felt like I was cheating. I looked down at the expensive looking love seat and then back at him for reassurance before sitting on his couch. In my mind, I was picturing what kind of ‘snail trail’ I’d leave behind when I finally stood.

I hate to admit it but I was wet with excitement and I didn’t want to ruin his couch. I would have preferred him have me sit on the floor but I wasn’t going to argue the point.

As he handed me a wine flute of a dry white wine he gave me a reassuring smile, “Why don’t you tell me why you are doing this?”

“You chose me over my daughter to come do odd-jobs this morning, Sir.” I answered him matter-of-factly.

“Yes, but I’ve known you since grade school. You weren’t always like this, why don’t you start at WHY you are really doing this?”

I was instantly aware that my nipples hardened around the piercings and I had a sudden dread that my tits might start to leak while I sat there on his couch debating telling him what he wanted to hear.

“You can start with telling me why you and your daughter walk around naked in your kitchen in the mornings?”

He had heard our affirmations this morning and I wasn’t sure where to even start. “It is a long story, are you sure you want to hear it Sir?”

He assured me that he had been puzzling about it all day and wanted the truth. “Wendy, I have a lawn service, a pool service and a house keeper that comes twice a week. I don’t have anything for you to do, anyway.” He laughed graciously.

I debated suggesting he could beat or fuck me, which I think would have been preferable to revisiting the dirty details about how everything began.

I cleared my throat and he refreshed my wine while I considered what I was about to tell him. I could have given him my journal to read from start to finish but I suspected he didn’t want to read every little detail. Van struck me as a big picture person, at least from my experience dealing with successful male executives at work.

I went back to High School when I met Bill. I told him how he had asked me out and that it had given me a lot of confidence that a Senior and a popular athlete like him had taken interest in me.

Van smiled, “Full disclosure and this is ancient history, but Bill was after your sister. I asked her to prom and I think he may have asked you to make her jealous, at least that is what Lisa told me.”

I was surprised a guy like Van, who probably sky-dives in the Andes mountains and goes skiing in the Bahamas, even remembers trivial little rivalries from high school days. There was no hint of pettiness or that he was still carrying around any thoughts from those days in his voice, only that he thought I should know that.

I told him how after school Bill worked to put me through college as we started a family and how my career took off after that when I blossomed. He looked right at my bare tits when I said that and I smiled, “Some mother nature and some plastic surgeon obviously.” without trying to cover them. I was starting to feel less guarded (as I often am about talking to people about myself) - The affirmations had helped a lot in breaking me of that and the wine was not hurting.

Bill started to lose his hair, and his shape, and his job, and I think his manhood along with it. At the same time I rose up the corporate ladder and became the bread winner of the family. I told him how our kids grew up while life was happening and we almost didn’t stop to notice. It was as if we were on ‘fast-forward’ and didn’t make as many family memories as we probably should have.

He nodded patiently but I knew he wasn’t as interested in these details. I assured him it was leading some place and he let me go on about how Jamie got absorbed in cheerleading and Chris, feeling like he was being ignored, gravitated towards nerd culture and gained weight. I had been compensating for their shortcomings to ‘help’ them but in a sense I was allowing Chris to be lazy and awkward by shielding him from having to face those things about himself while at the same time grooming Jamie to be a distilled version of myself only even more positive and over-achieving.

I was self-absorbed with going to the gym and my career and I think I had my signals crossed some place. I had started the career so I could have a family but now I was focusing more on that than the career. My husband wasn’t feeling like the bread-winner and he was growing more irresponsible because he knew I was trying to do it all for everyone.

“This sounds like thousands of families who probably have the same experiences.” He observed and I nodded in agreement.

“A few months ago my daughter and I came to them with ‘The Taylor Women’s Declaration of Independence’ which spelled out a list of demands that they work out, eat right, and pick up after themselves.

He grinned “Cute.”

“Yes, and I thought fairly harmless but one thing led to another and he eventually moved out with Chris for a little while.”

“Oh, I am sorry to hear about that.”

“When he came back it was raining and I told him to get out of his wet clothes and I think if I had to trace it back to where things got weird… that was it.”

“That does sound like it would get a little weird.” He had a way of actively listening to me that made me feel like telling him more even though he seemed to be getting it.

I told him that it blossomed from that moment because we wanted the guys to see how far and out of shape they were so we insisted they keep looking at themselves naked. I once had an all female nude aerobics class that was supposed to encourage us all to be aware of our muffin-tops and physical short-comings so we would want to work on them.

“We had also found porn and lots of it on Bill’s computer.”

“That isn’t that unusual, if you looked at mine you might even see a naughty picture or two.” he said in an understanding and nonjudgmental way as he refilled my wine glass. I didn’t want to get drunk and make any mistakes but the wine was good and I was feeling stone cold sober.

“These were of Jamie’s friends and it turns out they came over as part of a dare from one of the girls at school and modeled for him, which is why Bill originally bought this monokini.” I held up the skimpy bathing suit.

“Is that what you call it? I was thinking it was dental floss, please continue.”

I went into how the requirements became more punitive and grew in a perverse way. I started making them dance around naked in the living room and paddling Bill as I became drunk on the power I had over them and lost sight of why I started to try to improve them in the first place. I hadn’t realized it wasn’t my place to ‘improve’ them anyway.

They were still sneaking looks at their computer and masturbating anyway, so I decided to make them masturbate right in front of me at set times of the day so they would not sneak around and do it behind my back. I became so controlling that I wanted them to be soft because they were easier to control.

Van’s face twisted into an uncomfortable smile. He didn’t see me as the villain in all of this and I knew it was shocking to hear all the details. I told him how everything came to a head at a party I was planning to humiliate them at when we were confronted by one of Jamie’s friends from school who knew all our nasty deeds. We had sent Chris with her one afternoon to serve her every little whim. He told her everything that had been going on which she used to help them turn the tables on us.

I could tell he wasn’t sure how they had and I explained that they had some dirty secrets on us that we would have rather no one find out but it was more than that -I could have lived with scandal. Jamie and I agreed that it was only fair if we gave them some payback and so to be good sports we agreed to let them do to us what we did to them.

I was surprised how simple the reason for my submission was now that I heard myself say it out loud. My explanation (confession) was working a little like an affirmation and it only made me open up a little more about details. We had been meanie-butts to the guys and now they were able to be meanie butts to us. We had evolved our rules over time but it had been all my idea and they had been completely innocent – there only crime was simply not living the way I thought they should.

The funny thing is I really DID want them to be that helpless because part of me wanted to take care of them and make excuses for them. We volunteered to give them this payback, at first to hold the family together so there could be closure, but we were being more than just good sports about it for their sake – we were cleansing our own guilt for it in an act of contrition.

“You never sent Bill or Chris over here to clean my bath-tub naked!” He chided me that they hadn’t had to serve the exact same way we did as payback. “If you had, I think I would have sent them back home.”

I held up my hands to indicate my trim figure and answered, “Would making us work out and eat right really be that hard?” He shook his head no and I explained how the rules were changed to make the payback more applicable to our own shortcomings and not theirs. We were also supposed to amuse them and that meant the training changed.

“Had I never kept them naked and spanked them, and tied leashes around their dicks, they probably would never have wanted this kind of payback.” I admitted. He laughed out loud at the leashes on the dicks. There was quite a bit I was leaving out of our little family feud and he still thought I was a pretty nice person in an impossible position.

I tried to explain how I had impossible expectations of myself and that I was enabling their dysfunctional behavior. “We were four people living in the same house, but leading four separate lives.” He just nodded.

I told him about “Bill’s Bill” and how Bill had stepped up to write an organized set of limits and responsibilities to his authority and how we had carefully considered and even negotiated and eventually agreed to do this until we earned one hundred stars.

“So how many stars do you get for coming over here?” He sipped his own wine.

“I think it depends on if you fuck me or not, Sir.” I smiled coyly. It was reassuring when he broke his cool for just a second when he choked a little on his wine.

“About two weeks ago we started down this path and it has slowly evolved and snowballed to where we are now.”

He wasn’t satisfied with leaving it there and he pressed me for more details. I told him how many stars I had left to earn and all about how the WHORE letters worked as a way to give us smaller incentives to demonstrate certain techniques.

I told him how they sent us outside to ‘tan’ in the backyard naked and the Waxerman boys (Who I called Pooper Snoopers at the time because I didn’t know they were her nephews) had watched us.

“Oh yeah, I saw you out there, but then I think I saw Chris and Bill out there?” He laughed.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Stop two attractive women from sunbathing nude in their backyard? Do you even know me?” He laughed at that. “I didn’t sit out there and stare or anything, but yeah I looked out my window every now and then. I didn’t know they were making you do it.”

I told him how Mrs. Waxerman, the neighborhood busy body, had come over and we would shine her on as part of ‘white alert’.

“Yeah, she is a busy body. I like how she pretends she doesn’t approve of spreading rumors, but then she tells you one right after.” He laughed. I could tell given his reputation he was probably the subject of many of her torrid rumors. “I like the traffic light system of red for more discretion and green for less, what was the pool party?”

“Yesterday’s pool party was green light, Sir”

He asked why I wasn’t completely naked the entire time and I explained the difference between green light public and in private and how with a single word Bill could give us all a heads up on how strict or loose the protocol was.

He asked me how I made it through work and I told him he had found a handler in a young executive I worked with to keep an eye on me and how I thought I would probably get fired. I also mentioned how I had tricked one of my biggest rivals to report to him and ask for the same treatment and he laughed, “Maybe I was wrong about you, you are really wicked after all.”

I told him how my daughter had it just at bad at school and Chris and that girl who knew our dirty little secrets would tag-team her to make it a living hell.

“You know I’ve heard of Cathy Griffin, I seem to remember meeting her father once. That is one dude you don’t want to mess with.” He also told me he had rumors of cheerleaders at school that did slutty pranks, hazings and initiations for years and that this wasn’t anything too new. He didn’t seem to be all that shocked to hear any of this.

“Bill and Chris had been training us for a while and things seemed to change when we went to the County Fair.” I tried to put into words how things seemed to come full circle when we got there, and I started to realize that we were learning things about ourselves we had not understood. Bill wasn’t perfect but he was becoming a leader, Chris was gaining confidence and Jamie and I were surprisingly learning something too.

“Isn’t it weird though, letting your son see you naked?”

I giggled because there was so much worse he had seen and made me do than just my tits and ass. “They can type anything into the internet and see boobs. I did have to get over my shyness quickly though.”

“You certainly did.” He looked at me appreciatively, drinking in my nudity. It was a stark contrast to him being fully dressed right across from me.

“It does seem like a taboo to serve my son and to serve alongside my daughter, but Chris has actually made it kind of fun at times with his sense of humor. Even though it wasn’t Jamie’s idea to make the guys serve, she did help and I couldn’t imagine doing this without her.”

He nodded but I wasn’t sure he understood. He seemed to be processing my words as he prodded me to tell him more about the fair.

I told him about the details like Madam Chang’s, when we danced in body paint and Medieval Steve’s pillory where people could chuck tomatoes at us and he just laughed that it sounded like a “Girls Gone Wild” DVD. The part I focused on was the tattoo and piercings and how we decided it was a sign of contrition.

“It seems pretty extreme. Do you mind letting me see it again?” I smiled demurely at him like he was being forward and he politely added if I wanted to.

I turned to face away from him on the couch and straddled my stomach over the back to pull my ass cheeks far apart and not obstruct the tattoo. “I am told it isn’t exactly identical to my daughters but it is pretty close, go ahead and have a good look.”

I couldn’t see his facial expression but his voice remained calm and slightly amused. He said nothing about the word WHORE on my ass, he only commented on the intricate flourishes and themes that decorated all the lettering.

“It looks like you have some new piercings?”

“Yes sir, we got that at flea world today.”

He chuckled, “Wow, you are convinced you need to make it up to them, but you didn’t do anything to me, so why are you letting me see you this way?”

“I was ordered by my trainers to come over here and serve you, because it amuses them to see me do it and we need the money. You are my better and if it amuses you to look at my ass and pussy, you can look for as long as you like. It isn’t a special flower, it is just an ass and everyone has one Sir.” I answered calmly but I had been dredging up thoughts of my past deeds and my eyes were a little glassy from refreshing my memory about the reason I am in this situation.

He asked me if I preferred to sit back down and I told him, “I should probably be on my knees at your feet, Sir.”

“If you want too.” I wish he hadn’t said that because then it is all my idea and makes me feel weird. He had left it totally open to me and I decided to do what Bill and Chris would want me to do. That seemed to make the most logical sense (and was the best way to justify my submissive behavior). I got off his couch after wiping off my ‘sweat’ from the couch (okay -pussy trails) with my hand and kneeled on the Oriental rug beneath his feet.

“Feel more at home this way?”

“Yes Sir” I honestly did feel like after just a short two weeks I had grown to accept my place was down on the floor.

“What will you do when you earn the 100 stars?”

I hadn’t thought about that beyond the abstract of being excited I accomplished my goal and completed my personal mission. “You mean the first thing I will do?” I was thinking about whether I’d take a bath (ALONE), eat some chocolate or go shopping for some clothes since all I had left were the slut wear.

“Will you still feel like your place is beneath the feet of your betters?”

I didn’t want to answer that question and I nervously became guarded again. I changed the subject to tell him how after the fair, Bill went on a buying spree at a porn store and my daughter did her ‘cunt stunt’ at half-time.

“I was there that night, I remember seeing her dancing around but I assumed she had on a sports bra or something under the body paint - That is funny.” He let me off the hook and didn’t pursue his question as I continued on, leading him up to the pool party yesterday and the revelation we had a shortage of cash and how we pitched in at the flea market.

I went into a great deal of detail about the events of today because it was so fresh in my mind as I prepared myself mentally to add these things to my journal as well. I wanted to keep the timeline fresh in my mind.

The entire story only took about an hour to tell and now that he had heard it he took another sip of his wine and asked me, “What do you want to do now?”

I didn’t have an answer for that because I was so used to submitting, being asked what I wanted was usually only so Chris could say, “Well, how does it feel to want?”

Van could see that I didn’t have an answer and he added, “You know I am really jealous of your husband.” I knew Bill was jealous of Van in a lot of ways for keeping his physique and being so successful. Van explained how he had never married and he wished he had a wife who was as understanding and as willing to do whatever it takes to stay together, even go to this extreme.

Awww – he just earned big brownie points with me on that one. Van is one of those guys who seems to know a little bit about everything. He is well travelled, handsome and you just kind of wish he had a flaw to bring him back to Earth, but he just seems like such a nice guy.

“You know I would have thought your sister might have been into something like this but not you.”

“Lisa?” I was shocked. She had been a prom queen, head of the cheerleaders and one of those type-A personalities who never breaks a nail.

I had a hard time picturing that but Van explained, “Well at least to do the first part of your story, and take charge.” I agreed with him.

“Could I take a few pictures of you? Would that be cool? I don’t know what the rules are.” Van said, sensitive to the fact I didn’t want my photo everywhere. There had been cell phone pictures of me taken in malls and the county fair and at the flea market so it really was kind of a moot point.

“If you aren’t sure if it’s allowed you can call Bill or Chris, I think they are home playing video games this afternoon Sir.” I answered him in more of a detached businesslike manner than I had wanted.

“Let me get my Camera.” He stood to walk out of the den and I asked if I should follow him. “Sure”

He didn’t tell me to crawl or walk, and when I saw he wasn’t going to, I stood up and walked after him leaving my bathing suit in the den. I had spent almost all of my time in our house completely naked but there is a small rush to traipsing around someone else’s house completely naked. There is a ‘newness’ and perhaps a little bit of a ‘I probably shouldn’t be doing this’ to it.

His camera was one of those digital cameras that look like the old professional 35mm ones. The tiny one in Bill’s phone takes HD movies at 10 megapixels (I know because it used to be my phone) so I can’t even imagine what Van’s beast of a camera is for.

He started me out playfully posing and then asked me to do some ‘slave poses’ so I did position one, two and squat for him. He had seen them at our house so it wasn’t very shocking and he made it very easy to feel sexy instead of humiliated while I took the shots. I vamped it up a little and pouted out my lips as I got into it. I showed him how I was learning to move a bottle with my tits and take it to another part of the room. He seemed to be amused but after fifteen minutes he had run out of ideas and photographed every part of me.

“I was just about to enjoy some dinner, do you want to join me?” He asked. I wasn’t going to turn him down. Steak, pan fried potatoes with bacon and onion, corn on the cob, with cheese cake for desert! It looked delicious and I was famished. Van was quite the cook.

I squatted down on the ground near his kitchen table and waited for him to hand feed me or set out a plate. He laughed and set the plate on the table, “Would you prefer to eat at the table?”

A part of me felt really guilty about it, but that part was told, “Quiet down you bitch, I am hungry!” by the part of me that was interested in that juicy steak dinner. I didn’t even have time to thank him as I sat down to have what felt like the most satisfying meal I could ever remember.

We ate, had good conversation and I completely forgot I was naked and wearing a dog collar. He turned the topic to high school nostalgia, current events and I could see why he was considered so charming. When he gave you his full attention you really did feel special.

Our three hours were almost up and he said “Well, I am sorry I ran out of time, should I spank you or anything before I send you home?”

I thought about saying yes, because it was dawning on me that while I had been here enjoying his company and farting around, my daughter was probably in much greater peril over at the Waxerman house. I also thought about asking him to because I thought Chris and Bill would be disappointed when they found out I hadn’t been run through the ringer.

“Do you think I was a bad girl, Sir?” I asked him pouting my lips and vamping like I was modeling for his camera.

“No, you were perfect. Here you might need this.” I was almost about to walk out of his door completely naked. The bathing suit didn’t do all that much to cover me but I was thankful and told him so as I stepped into it. He did make me nervous and I felt silly for my mistake.

“This was fun. You made me miss the old days, Wendy Dubois.”

“It’s Taylor now, that is my married name Sir.”

“So it is. Tell Lisa I send my best wishes.” He said as I stepped out the door and sauntered back over to our house.

As I expected, when I walked inside, the guys were playing World of Warcraft or some computer game together in the living room.

I stripped and announced, “I am home, Sirs!” without waiting to be told I got on all fours and crawled over to Bill.

He pat me on the head as I sidled up to his leg, “Was he rough on you, Cow Tits?” he said while focusing his attention on clicking on buttons on his computer screen while he fought trolls and orcs virtually.

“He was actually much easier than you are Sir.” I wasn’t lying

“Did he fuck you?” Bill asked brusquely - he was still engrossed in his game.

“No Sir, it never came up.”

“Didn’t you ASK?” Bill’s voice went up along with the intensity of his game. Chris was chiding him to “Heal” and Bill was telling him he was out of mana while holding the conversation with me.

“No Sir, I thought I was just supposed to clean up for him?”

“You fucking lazy whore, you need to fuck whoever will have you, we are totally broke.” I could have taken Bill more seriously if he would unglue his eyes from the computer screen to tell me how bad things are financially.

“Would you like me to go back, I will ask him Sir?” I tried to eliminate any passive-aggression from my voice and sound as submissive as I could. I hate to admit this but Jamie is my role-model for how to deliver a question without inferring I don’t actually want to do it.

“No, it is too late for that. I want you to go get the Bengay and rub your cunt down with it, then… Chris help me out here?”

“Get a big dildo and shove it up her ass?” My son suggested while engrossed in the on-screen computer battle.

“No, I mean with Mogaine, you aren’t holding aggro, Son!” Bill admonished my son about something in the game and then instructed to me, “But yes, good idea. Go find the largest dildo you can after that and shove it up your ass, then report back here - I’ll check and if it’s not big enough I’ll use a broom handle!”

“Should I crawl, Sir?”

“No, you should jog,” He said sarcastically before clarifying “Yes, you are a fucking house pet, even walking around here is a privilege to good for nothing whores like you and your daughter. Now hurry before I decide to add something else.”

It was strangely satisfying to be ordered around in the way I had grown to expect. I crawled off with a smirk on my lips that he couldn’t see and he added, “When your slut daughter walks in, we have plans for you two cunts.”

I thought to myself “I am sure you do Sir, I am sure you do.” as I crawled off to find that awful Bengay and the 8 inch jackrabbit with the pearls Bill bought the night before. Do I have Stockholm syndrome where I identify with my tormentors or am I a glutton for punishment or is it that these hormones have me so confused I don't know what I am doing? Can it really just be that I appreciate the routine and accept my role now under the discipline of my husband?

I had just had a three hour ‘break’ from reality, but now it was time to get back to work and take my medicine.

The Family Feud IV

Chapter Ten

Jamie’s Journal -Old McDonald Had a Farm

STAR COUNT:

WENDY: 51

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 5,3,0,0,1

JAMIE: 59

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 4,3,0,0,0

**Note to reader: This is Jamie’s journal from Sunday afternoon detailing the events of approximately 4:30 pm when she is walking to her first ‘odd job’. In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a ‘narrative’ story format.

“Alright Stinkerbell, you know what to do?” Chris asked right before I left our house dressed in a blue two piece swimming Brazilian thong swimsuit that left very little to the imagination.

“Yes Sir, I am to report to Mr. Hooker and obey him for three hours as my handler, and then report to Mrs. Waxerman and tell her what I did at the flea market wrong and say that my Father left my punishment up to her.”

I’ve been riding a roller coaster ride for the last two weeks that feels like it is going straight down. At times I have to admit to a certain amount of exhilaration as to the wind pushes past my cheeks. There are other times where I am scared and afraid the ride is never going to stop and there are there times like this one. I wasn’t afraid and I had almost fallen into a routine where my brother is sending me out the door and while he is laughing at increasingly humiliating me I am just nodding and going along with it.

Am I a good sport who is accepting rightful payback? Am I enjoying this? Am I just continuing it because my mom is doing it or because I gave my word or because I have grown accustomed to it? I really don’t know if the answer is D) All of the above at different times.

I could have opted to draw a correction card from the ‘funishment’ fishbowl and follow the instructions but I decided to take my changes with Waxerman. I was probably going to regret that decision later, it was kind of a ‘the devil you don’t know, versus the devil you do.’

“What did you do to deserve punishment, Ass Face?” Chris questioned me.

“I didn’t shit when I was given an opportunity and then fifteen minutes later I texted for permission, Sir”

He was talking to me like I am a precocious child, and I could answer with this baby talk like lisp thanks to the tongue ring – Aren’t they supposed to make you feel cool and sophisticated? Hey Mr. Ryang, your product is defective.

“And?” he was waiting for more. I am slipping I know I am supposed to give complete answers, Chris was right for prodding me to be more forthcoming.

“And, I shit in a puddle behind one of the stands at the Flea Market, Sir” I knew he was laughing not only at my lisp but the visual of me squatting in front of a bunch of people and taking a shit. I was positive Chris was implying I should make that sound like it was my idea to do and not his order. He slapped me on my ass and gave me a ‘good girl’ the way he did mom and sent me down the street on my own to walk to my ‘odd job’.

“Come Back with an ass full of cum, and we’ll talk about more stars!” I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or Mom but I just smiled and waved as if he were telling us ‘Good luck’. It amazes me that such a disgusting suggestion has me wondering just how much it would take to fill up my ass, and how I could do it if I am supposed to squat right after I get fucked and let it drain out.

I do that with everything – if a teacher gives me an extra credit assignment I am already thinking about what books I need to read in order to finish it and how long it is going to take to complete compared to how many extra credit points it is going to give me.

He had called up Mrs. Waxerman’s neighbor and offered to rent me out to him after he expressed an interest in me mowing his lawn and doing odd jobs for him. If this worked out it would be a good way for me to contribute to the house. I was told if I don’t wear a chastity belt he can play with my pussy and ass but if he wants more I have to tell him he has to pay an additional twenty for me to suck his dick and fifty to fuck me in the ass. The part that makes it very weird is that he seems like such a nice, kindly gentleman I can’t picture him doing any of that to me.

I think there is this apprehension about walking to one’s doom but what is worse is walking towards the unknown situation like this.

It was a nice sunny day and people were out jogging and biking. Several cars slowed down to check me out and I got several odd side long glances from people as they passed me on the sidewalk but no one questioned me. I thought that was strange considering how completely out of place I looked wearing only a string bikini in middle-America suburbia.

I don’t know if I expected the cops to pull over with sirens and say “Excuse me Ma’am, did you know that bikini is WAY too small to wear in your neighborhood” or I was just hoping it would happen so I didn’t have to continue on.

I don’t’ want to paint myself as a scaredy-cat, a part of me walks on because walking forward is all I can do. I accept this is my fate and I am supposed to be dressed this way and I am facing it as bravely as I can, but a small piece of me is the mouse who keeps hoping it’s all just a dream. (It isn’t - Chris has pinched me enough that I know I am not sleeping! Lol).

It is strange only a few years ago if he pinched me in the backseat when mom was driving some place she’d take my side. Now, it is me and mom in the back and we have to thank him for pinching us any place he chooses – my how the worm turns.

What does that even mean? A worm turning? I heard it in a movie some place.

I should be thankful at least they let me remove my gold tit chain and the weight hanging from my clit ring. If you want a visual of how skimpy my thong is the two piercings I received in my cunt lips are only half-concealed by what little material I have in the front and the bottoms in the back are just a string that disappear in my crack.

I half expected to run into someone I know and I was half-hoping that it was Bradley Jenkins (I guess that is a quarter wishful thinking if you do the math! Lol!). I was lucky enough to make it to Mr. Hooker’s house in one piece.

I knocked on his door and he smiled as he opened the door “Wow, that is a different swim suit than the one you had on yesterday isn’t it?” He sounded genuinely interested and not sarcastic.

“Yes Sir, would you like me to start on the yard or the inside?”

“Come inside, you can do the yard when it is cooler outside. I take it you didn’t bring a cover up or a towel in case someone sees you like that?”

“They would have already seen me at that point, Sir?” I didn’t get his mention and he just shrugged.

“You can call me James or Jim if you prefer, you don’t have to call me Sir.” He said casually as he showed me around his spacious and very tidy home. “I used to own my a farm, but I gave it up after years of working with horses and moved here years ago when this land was mostly just cow pasture.” He made small talk with me for a little while and I assumed he was nervous about giving me instructions.

“If you don’t mind I’d rather call you Sir, so I don’t assume to be too familiar. You are my boss and I don’t want to be disrespectful, James?”

“If you want to get formal you could call me Doctor James Hooker VI, Ph.D.” he shrugged at a wall of books in his living room and said “But really, Jim or James is fine, I just want you to be comfortable. Your name is Jamie so I thought it might be confusing to call me James.”

“What room should I start on, James?” I asked him and he seemed taken aback that I had jumped straight digging into the chores “You only have me for three hours, Sir so I wanted you to get your money’s worth?” I flashed him my big goofy smile.

“You could clean the kitchen there are some dishes in there.” He returned my smile with one of his own, it was broad and sweet.

I nodded and awkwardly began to unhook the snap in the back of my bikini top. I knew this was coming and I felt like maybe he was just toying with me or testing me.

“What are you doing?” he asked me.

“I usually clean in the nude, I just assumed you were expecting that and I apologize Sir.” I took my hands away from the hook and put them to the side.

“Why do you clean in the nude?” He eyed me suspiciously.

“So I don’t get any dirt on what I am wearing, and because it amuses my father and brother, Sir.”

Jim looked around as if he were scanning for hidden cameras in his own home and then answered “Well, if it makes you feel at home, by all means. The swim suit really wasn’t covering all that much – You only live once, right?”

He pressed me for details about why I was doing this and at first I was coy and pretended like what was doing was totally normal “Doing what, Sir?”

I think the casual way I accepted him staring at my nudity as I bent over and let him overtly watch me as I scrubbed his floor and cleaned his house was turning him on. I would have been apprehensive about him watching my nudity a week ago but today I was much more at home and I felt I was in control of the situation.

Even though he held all the cards and was fully dressed, the way he lusted after me with his eyes told me that I held him spellbound hanging on my every word. He pressed me for answers and seemed disappointed that I was not answering all of his questions in detail. I tried to but he wasn’t Chris or Dad and the way he asked the questions made me defensive.

“Why did you start doing this?” The questions he asked were open ended and I didn’t even know where to begin? Was it at the point that my mom and I turned a corner with my brother and father and started treating them like our personal servants or was it even before that? Or did he just mean when mom and I agreed to serve?

Every time I tried to politely and truthfully answer he grew increasingly annoyed as if I weren’t following his line of questions and it felt as if he were trying to talk me out of it. “What makes you think you HAVE to be here doing this?”

What did he mean by the ‘this’ I was doing? Serving him in the nude? Answering his questions or the bigger picture of being a whore for my father and brother in order to help with the bills? Or was it even a larger question like the imponderable questions all great thinkers eventually ask about existence – why are any of us here? What is the point of it all?

His questions started to hone in on my motivations for serving more than the things I had done and learned along the way. The time passed as he wrung from me thoughts that I’ve revealed in my journal but only first came to as part of our conversations. He was clearly a well-educated man even though he pretended to be a simple farmer from the Country and he treated me as if I weren’t simply a silly girl who hadn’t even completed high school.

The difficulty of pondering his questions made me wonder if he wanted the answers as much as he wanted me to arrive at the conclusions. I began to wonder if the affirmations had been designed to intentionally do that or had unintentionally been doing that. I liked that form of questioning because it was more specific and I understood the boundaries of what was being asked.

He left things vague and in doing so made me try to determine what he was even asking and I was beginning to see that had been this cleverly man’s intention all along.

It was so strange because after all I had done, I didn’t feel worthy of his respect. He built up my confidence and finally said “Do you understand that you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to?”

“Yes Sir, but I want to do ‘this’” –I laid it back on him that word ‘this’ and let him wonder what I meant by it.

‘Suit yourself,” he sighed adding “I tried”. He left it at left me puzzled. When my mom builds up my confidence we both resolve to toughen ourselves to the challenge ahead, but he was trying to get me to consider an entirely different path than I had felt I needed to be on.

Every time I offered a concern about it, he simply tsked me away adding “I see you have made up your mind on the matter, I will say no more. Why don’t you mow the lawn?” he was being polite but distant.

“Yes Sir, I will mow and edge the back and then if you’ll permit me to put on my swimsuit, I will do the front?” He was the one who had actually explained to me how to edge and trim a lawn the day prior when I came to do Waxerman’s lawn. He told me I did good work, but he showed me how to make it look much nicer and more presentable and I was very grateful. I struggled with a way to show him.

“Would you like me to suck your cock before I go?”

He looked at me as if I had asked him if he wanted to eat fried skunk. “No Child, I don’t believe I would. Why do you think that you have to offer sex to make people like you?” He regarded me with disappointment that wounded me in ways that the sharp physical pains I’ve endured couldn’t.

I had wanted to reward him for his attention and time today, I felt I had gotten more out of our long conversation about motivations than I might even realize at the time. I could not tell him that so I simply answered “Oh, it would be for twenty dollars, it wasn’t going to be free Sir.”

He had begun our conversation with an excited lust in his eye but he now looked upon me with what felt like pity.

“No of course it wouldn’t be.” He wouldn’t say any more and I walked out into his backyard to get his lawnmower and trim his yard. His lawn had been cut recently and it was neat and well cared for. He obviously took great pride in his yard. I felt silly as I pushed the start button on his lawn mower but I was told to do it and frankly I wanted some alone time to think about all that he had given me to think about.

I didn’t get that time to think of course. I had two hours of what I would consider a break compared to the rest of my training and now here were the Waxerman boys. The ‘Pooper Snoopers’ as my mom and I used to call them before we found out they were Mrs. Waxerman’s nephews.

I turned off the mower as they popped their impish heads over the white wooden fence between her property and Mr. Hooker. I went to “Code White” as was now the standing order around the Waxermans. My orders were to behave as a wanton slut in need of guidance in an effort to push the neighborhood gossip’s buttons. It was a game I actually had fun with the first few times we played it when Mom was around.

Yesterday at her house I saw a more vulnerable side to her and she genuinely seemed to like me. I was curious how that would play out today as I answered “Hello Sirs, I actually have to report to your aunt in an hour.” As if it didn’t surprise me at all they had been watching me mow the backyard in the nude.

In truth it really hadn’t surprised me – They always had a way of showing up whenever mom and I were sent out into our own backyard to sunbathe and I assumed they were so bored they were probably always running around the neighborhood looking in people’s backyards. There is probably some sort of genetic ‘nosy’ gene they share with their Aunt who does the same things with people’s dirty laundry – although she is the first to say she hates gossip, she lives for it.

They didn’t seemed surprised to see me in the nude sweating on Mr. Hooker’s lawn either. “You coming over like that?” Jimmy asked with a smile.

“No Sir, but I think I will end up like this.” I returned his smile right back at him. Their response was some giggles and after I told them I was to ask their Aunt for punishment and guidance there was even louder giggles. She had given me an admittedly painful thrashing and an enema the day before but there is something comforting about visiting familiar ground.

It just seemed every time we visited familiar ground there was something new even more terrifying there. When we were at the Flea Market when we met up with the old man from the arcade he had gone from gentle and sweet to cruel and unforgiving. When we were at Wendy’s it turned into a full-fledged piss drinking contest and sucking the guy’s dicked when we had only been spanked the time before.

It seemed that way as they informed me that their Aunt was on an errand and Delilah was in charge until she got home.

“What about me?” I could hear that southern drawl on the other side of the fence. I heard her clamor to pull herself up the way the boys were positioned and in a moment she was looking down at me like a cat that is about to pounce on a canary.

“Just that when your Aunt gets home I am supposed to seek her discipline, Ma’am” I answered as I replayed my brother’s instructions about how I was to approach this situation. They hadn’t told me what to do if she wasn’t home because we all assumed she would be.

“When she aint home, I am in charge, so you can seek mine.” Her devious smile would have sent the tiny hairs on the back of my neck up if I didn’t have them shaved off daily.

“I should call home before I do that, Ma’am” I think there is something dangerous about Delilah that would even make Cathy Griffin a little nervous.

“What and bother Chris? I know all about your little arrangement with him and your code white, so unless you want me to tell our Aunt about it, I suggest you report just as soon as you get done mowing the grass that has already been cut.”

She disappeared behind the fence to questions from her brothers “What is code white?” and “What are you gonna do” as they trailed her back into their house. I was once again truly nervous because with Mrs. Waxerman I had some idea of the limits of my suffering but with Delilah there may be none.

The final hour passed more slowly than I had hoped and I barely noticed the whistles and stares when I completed Mr. Hooker’s front yard. He kindly corrected me and told me that he used to be known as Professor Hooker and that the proper term was doctor and he just smiled as he watched me walk from his house to the neighbors. I wanted to answer with a play on words that I was Ms. Whore but I wasn’t sure he would appreciate the humor.

I walked up the Waxerman’s house in bare feet with only bikini and reached for the knocker. Gordon Waxerman opened the door as I did and told me to come on in.

The Waxerman house as I’ve previously mentioned is a gothic Victorian museum of antiques and family heirlooms all crammed together from what was obviously a much larger house at one time.

“So what did you do to get yourself in so much trouble you have to come here and ask for correction from little old me?” Delilah was sitting in a large chair that dominated the parlor area of Waxerman’s home.

I wanted to correct her that I was supposed to ask for correction from Victoria and not her but my brother’s instructions had been vague enough that technically it was true. She also knew about our ‘code white’ and I wasn’t sure how that little cat out of the bag was going to play out. I felt like I was on thin ice already so I told her the truth.

“I am here because when given an opportunity to relieve myself, I didn’t take it and then fifteen minutes I begged to be permitted to shit and piss and did so in a pothole behind the flea market.”

“AT FLEA WORLD? I LOVE THAT PLACE!” Jimmy Waxerman was the most excited of the three boys who stood next to their sister’s chair. They had actually seen my mother and I piss and shit in the yard and had demonstrated an infinite capacity to laugh at farts/poop humor so I wasn’t shocked by the fact they were thoroughly amused at what I had just said.

“Why didn’t you go when given the chance, are you just a dumb cow who wanted to waste time later?” Delilah asked calmly like a spoiled princess on the Queen’s throne surrounded by her knights. I could very easily see the boys dressed up like Cards and me in an Alice in Wonderland dress in some kind of perverted version of the fairy tale.

“No Ma’am, I had just been fucked up the ass for the first time and I didn’t realize the pressure it would put on my bowels” I answered her truthfully.

“No white alert now, are you kidding me?” Delilah pressed me for the truth. I could tell the boys had no idea what ‘code white’ or ‘white alert’ meant but they were curious and excited to hear this conversation. “Your brother said you were a virgin yesterday.” Delilah asked skeptically

“Yes Ma’am, I had anal sex for the first time, and I am still technically a virgin.” The pooper snoopers could barely contain their excitement as they chuckled at me.

“That sloppy went cunt has been touched and played with hasn’t it?” Delilah glared at me accusingly.

“Yes Ma’am, it has.”

“Have you gone down on my brothers?” she asked and the pooper snoopers looked cautious as if they were about to be caught and wanted me to hush up.

I didn’t dare lie since I had sucked them all off at the same pool party Delilah had attended the day before and she already knew more about my situation than I thought - there was no telling what else she knew. “Yes Ma’am, I did once each in the pool shed at the party yesterday.”

“So for a virgin, you are an awful big slut aren’t you?” Delilah was toying with me. I am pretty sure I was blushing and judging from the grins on her brothers they were enjoying watching me getting questioned like this. I was surprised she let me remain clothed (even if it barely covered anything – just for the extra layer of vulnerability).

“Yes Ma’am, I am a whore and a slut and I will let just about anyone fuck me in the ass or suck their dicks for money.”

“Did my brothers pay you?” her eye arched in suspicion.

“No ma’am, they said they would tell Mrs. Waxerman if I didn’t and try to get me in trouble with her and my father.”

Delilah glared at her brothers who were predictably cowering and looking apologetic before continuing “How do you think my Aunt would react to finding out you soiled her boys dicks with your whore lips before marriage?”

“No ma’am, but you asked me to be honest.”

“Honest? Are you turned on by the prospect I am going to strip you naked and stuff your poop hole with some of my Aunt’s old fashioned remedy?” Delilah reminded me of a sarcastic cat for some reason just then.

“No Ma’am” I stammered in reply.

“Prove it,” seeing I was confused she told me to remove my bikini and approach her. I knew it was inevitable I would be naked and frankly I was pleased the order eventually came.

“Your nipples are hard, elevated goose bumps” she considered me when I stood right in front of her naked. Her brothers had seen me naked in the flesh so many times but this was the first time I could feel their breath on my skin and it was making me even more uneasy. “Is your pussy wet?” she asked after sitting back in her chair.

“Yes Ma’am” I started to explain “But that is because since my piercings, I can’t help it. I have been like that constantly.”

“I believe you Jamie, I really do,” She hardly seemed sincere as she sat forward to look at me with cold, mocking eyes and pouty lips. “Poor, poor rich city girl, she can’t help her pussy getting wet standing in front of some young little perverted boys making googly eyes at her, is that how it is?” the honey of her soft Georgia drawl juxtaposed with the vinegar in her eyes.

“I don’t know what you want me to do, ma’am?” I was confused and unsure how to gain her approval – it seemed nothing I was or did met whatever standard she had for me.

“Are you willing to accept whatever punishment I mete out for your disgusting behavior today?” she said the word disgusting with a snarl that reminded of old Elvis movies.

“You haven’t told me what it is, yet Ma’am?” One thing about my brother and dad is that they never make me agree to something unless I know exactly what it is.

Her eyes flashed in righteous indignation “You don’t think whatever punishment you are given will be fair, for the embarrassment you are to your family, dear girl?”

“No ma’am…I mean yes Ma’am,” she giggled as I stumbled with my answer. She was intimidating me and feeling as vulnerable and alone as I did I was just letting her get away with it.

“Well, when you make up your mind, perhaps we can begin?” her accent reminding me of Reba McIntire the country singer for some reason.

“I am ready for my punishment, Ma’am” I stood at attention with hands behind my head and bit my lip.

“You don’t sound ready, little miss perfect,” she cooed. “You want me to punish you for what you did wrong, you need to ask nicely.”

I got on my knees but kept my hands behind my head “Please Ma’am, punish me for my wickedness!”

“Are you believing this?” she laughed right in my face as she looked at her giggling brothers mirthful faces. “Are you expecting me to call you a heathenous varlet and scamp?” she was referring to her aunt’s love of fanciful yet outdated words.

“No ma’am, I have been wicked, in my behavior and I beg of you to punish me for it.” I may have sounded a little too dramatic in my initial request so I tried sounding more sincere.

Jimmy added “Say pretty please with sugar on top!”

They couldn’t have been more than a few years younger than me but something about their crew cuts and the way they dressed like right out of 1960s TVland sitcoms made it even more humbling to stand naked in front of them and ask for punishment than if they had been older and more mature.

“Yes Sir, may I be punished, pretty please with sugar on top.” I am sure I almost had a tear in my eye.

“Why you want to be punished so badly?” Zeke asked me with a serious expression.

“If I do not get corrected for my bad behavior, I won’t learn to stop making the same dumb mistakes over and over, Sir” it was a well-practiced answer I had given my brother and father many times when they punished me.

“Bullshit!” Delilah interrupted “She wants to be punished because it turns her on to be treated like a disgusting little whore who, she is a masochist.”

I knew her brothers had no idea what the term masochist was and I only had a vague understanding of it at the time she said it. “No Ma’am, that isn’t true” I pleaded still on my knees in front of them.

“Prove it? We’ll punish you and if you aren’t wet and aroused then you are right, it was just for your wicked deeds, but if you are turned on then you will bend over and let my brothers each take you in the ass, since your precious pussy is broken.” They could still see the marker on my belly where it had been written earlier that day and they laughed.

I could have made the case that I was already wet, and I that I couldn’t help it but something about her challenge made me want to stand up to her. “If I win what do I get?” I tried to sound defiant but she just chuckled derisively as if I had no chance which made me feel even dumber.

“If you win, then I’ll march down to your house with you and ask your brother and father to punish me just like you.”

“Your brothers can watch too?” I summoned up as much courage as I could.

I could tell she actually thought about what it would be like to lose but she wouldn’t stumble with it for long “You are on, little miss twitch.”

What had I just done? I had made a bet over something I had trouble controlling at the best of times. I would imagine I had about as much control over my arousal as a nerd does when I bend over in class knowing full well that he can see right up my mini-skirt. The fact there was a small row of half-chubby tents raising because of me only made it even more provocative to me. I didn’t used to be such a dirty little whore, what is happening to me?

The punishment seemed simple at first – I was to lay on my back and raise my knees over chest so that they could bind my legs. Gordon even put a pillow under my back which at first I assumed was to provide me a little relief from Mrs. Waxerman’s hard wood floors. They were actually just wedging me up so that my asshole was almost directly over my head as if I were mid-way through a backwards somersault.

The first time a wooden rod struck my foot in the sensitive meaty part midway between the heel and the ball of the foot I let out an audible gasp and that only encouraged them. “Ticklish?” Delilah asked.

“How many do I get, Ma’am?” I answered as seriously as I could.

“You get twenty, but you get five more for talking.” That bitch could have just said twenty five - but it speaks to her sadism that she would start out with twenty and add five right away.

They struck me three more times and I held my breath on each down stroke – determined not to speak. My brother usually likes me to count and it has the added effect of regulating my breathing. Trying to remain silent only made my stomach muscles tighten and contract as she struck me a few more times.

“Notice how her round little asshole puckers up like it’s going to give you a kiss when I apply the rod?” I was so intent on remaining serious and holding my tongue that I barely heard her give her brothers pointers on what my body was doing.

“Gross!” they said almost in unison as she struck again and noticed it.

“Are you grinning, little miss thang?” Delilah asked me.

“No ma’am, I am just trying to remain quiet.”

“It does look like she is smiling.” Jimmy pointed out. Had I involuntarily smiled at the thought of how absurd this situation was? What is wrong with me?

Five more strikes and I was deadly serious because now it just stung like the dickens. I was trying to absorb the pain but this was one of the few places my brother and dad hadn’t been beating and I was completely sensitive there.

They were laughing at how my eyes would open about the same way my asshole did each time they struck me.

“Can we stick a finger in it?” Jimmy asked curiously.

“You don’t mind do you, little miss jezebel?” Why couldn’t she pick just one nickname for me and stick to it?

I wasn’t sure if I could say no or should say no, so I asked “Does it count as part of my punishment, Ma’am?”

“She has only had about half of her punishment now, what do you say boy’s? Should one of your pokes count as another of her strokes?” she made a lazy rhyme in her quaint but sexy southern drawl and they laughed.

They didn’t answer her verbally but soon I felt a rough finger poke itself into my asshole. His fingernails were rough and scratchy as he tried to ‘ploop’ into my butt the stroke went down on the soles of my feet. I looked up to see Jimmy smiling standing over me as he retrieved his finger to inspect it.

“My turn!” Gordon took his place.

Delilah asked Jimmy had he felt my asshole tighten around his finger when she struck me and he nodded that he hadn’t. He sniffed his finger and she scrunched her nose (the way I do involuntarily) to register her disappointment.

“Stab that finger into the sluts mouth first to get it good and wet, so you can get it in deeper Gordy, I am curious if she has as much muscle control around that pink little hole as she should.” Delilah’s southern accent and sadism were evoking an image of Cruella DeVille ordering her next fur coat from the pet store.

I couldn’t blame Gordon for playing along and jamming his stubby finger into my mouth to wet it and then driving it to the second knuckle up my ass with a twist at his Sister’s instruction. I am sure he was enjoying it and all but I don’t think the Pooper Snooper boys would have been this cruel without their sister’s influence.

Her strike caused me to wince and I thought the thin wooden dowel would break against my foot by how hard she struck. “Yeah I felt it, it gripped my finger when you hit it! Do it again, Sis!” Gordon shouted joyfully.

“No way, it’s my turn!” Zeke already had his finger dipped deep into my mouth to take a go.

“Gross don’t wipe it on your pants!” I heard Delilah admonish Gordon or Jimmy before adding “Just stick it back into this slut’s mouth, she doesn’t mind cleaning off her own filth, do you slut?”

“No ma’am” I cried as I answered because she lashed out catching me off guard with the rod before Zeke got a chance to penetrate my butthole with his finger.

Gordon wormed his finger in for what I think was strike fourteen and they all three repeated this exercise one more time (having me wet the finger before and clean it after). Delilah told them they had a preview of what it is going to feel like to fuck me in the ass and that I had better contract and tighten my ‘hole’ when I lose the bet.

I was trying to think about baseball, and unicorns and my Aunt and Grandmother in Indiana - anything to keep my mind off the aching feeling that I was over-stimulated and there was no way they were going to let me win this bet.

She applied the remaining eight strikes to my feet and I have to admit without the added humiliation of a finger testing the ring of my asshole for contractions it was anti-climatic – and right now the thing I needed most was anti-climax!!

When she finished with me they unbound my feet and had me stand up. My feet were still stinging but my ego had taken a bigger hit than my feet had. “Nipples are hard as diamonds” Delilah felt my cheeks adding “Warm and flush like a school girl at a Bieber concert” before sticking a finger in my pussy and drawing it back to lick it like a lollipop.

She looked me up and down “I think you are turned on by this,” She challenged.

“I was like this before you started, did I get more aroused?” a stroke of accidental brilliance on my part to think of that on the spur of the moment – I thought I made a good point.

She dismissed it and said “The bet wasn’t if you would get more aroused, it was just that you’d be more aroused.”

“It is not fair you get to decide if I lose the bet!” I pouted in frustration. I am a good sport about taking my lumps but one thing I cannot abide is a lack of fairness in a process – especially when I am being judged!

“Okay, how about my brothers my vote?” Delilah offered diplomatically her sweet southern voice losing some of its sadistic edge (to lull me into a false sense of security, no doubt!).

“No fair, they get to fuck me in the ass if I lose.” I probably did sound like I was being pouty but cut me some slack – I had just had a beating on one of the few places left on my body that hadn’t been beaten before.

“Yes, but if I lose they get to watch me ask for the same punishment at your house.” She countered that they had just as much reason to answer that I wasn’t. If she had been patient I probably would have caved and agreed to let them judge since I didn’t see any other alternative but she offered “We could ask Dr. Hooker, he would be neutral.”

She did have a point but the nice old man seemed so sweet that I couldn’t picture him even dignifying this with a response. “I don’t think he would want to be involved in this.” I remembered how he had looked at me with lust in his eyes at first but eventually a growing disappointment with me.

“Okay, if he won’t answer then you automatically win and if he does answer that you aren’t aroused then you also win – But if he answers you are turned on then you have to ask him to fuck you in the ass on top of everything else.”

“I actually did, but for fifty dollars because that is the standard price and he turned me down.” I shook my head because I didn’t believe he was going to go for this.

“You are wasting time and trying to cool down, Gordon go get Dr. Hooker!” She ordered her brother who ran off quickly to his neighbor’s house. “All you have to do is make the offer, little miss slut, now lay back down on your back so I can keep you aroused with a few stingers until he gets here.”

What kind of mess had I gotten myself into?

The Family Feud IV

Chapter Eleven

The Chapter That Will Be Jacked Off To More Than All Others

STAR COUNT:

WENDY: 51

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 5,3,0,0,1

JAMIE: 59

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 4,3,0,0,0

**Note to reader: The story returns to the original narrative voice.

“Are you afraid, stupid girl?” Delilah was wickedly thrashing the bottom of Jamie's feet and around the bottom of her thighs while Jamie kept her feet pulled up over her chest -this time without need of restraint.

“No Ma'am” Jamie's crystal blue eyes were telling Delilah that Jamie was lying when she said that as another strike came down on her tender feet.

“Well you should be,” Delilah sent Jimmy to fetch 'the sauce' and he reluctantly minded his sister after she told him a second time.

“No, you can't punish me more before he gets here, that isn't fair!” Jamie pleaded desperately but a part of her was already resigned to the outcome of Delilah’s decision.

“What are you afraid of? That you'll get off even more if I turn up the punishment a notch?” It wasn't the pain as much as the evil hiss of the dowel when Delilah whipped it through the air that intimidated Jamie. “You should be thanking me – first you'll get a proper punishing for your foul deeds this morning and second the more punishment you endure, if you aren't getting off on it – it will only strengthen your case when Dr. Hooker gets here.”

Jamie said nothing until another strike dug into her feet and Delilah reiterated “No really – you SHOULD be thanking me!”

“Yesss Ma’hammmmm” Jamie’s voice quivered as she tearfully delivered her “Thank you S-sso much for punishing me today.” followed by giggles from the Waxerman boys who were attentively watching the power exchange unfold between the two girls.

Just a few weeks earlier Jamie would never have even considered being punished this way. Now it actually felt appropriate on some level to her that she endure this punishment and a small piece of her not only accepted it but wanted to face the challenge she was being offered and she hated that piece of her. Jamie was conflicted on many levels, which had completely transcended the original scope of the payback she was allowing her father and brother. She would not have time to consider how much was chemically induced from the hormone treatments she had been receiving, and how much was opiate induced from the confusing pleasure signals her body was sending when physical or mental pain was delivered onto her sensitive teenage body.

There had been the guilt of what she had done to put herself in this position and there had been a desire to help her mother go through with what they both had agreed to endure – but there was so much more to this experience and now was not the time to reach an epiphany while lyingnaked on Mrs. Waxerman’s Egyptian style rug with Jimmy Waxerman’s smiling face standing over her with an upturned bottle of Texas Pete Hot Sauce.

Jimmy shook the sauce bottle over her bare pussy dripping red pepper sauce all over the girl’s delicate pink sliver and immediately sending a shock down her spine. “Get enough up there Jimmy, it will cover the fishy smell.” Delilah’s hurtful words barely registered on Jamie who was already gyrating and taking her arms from her knees to try to console her pained pussy. “Zeke, get her arms and pull them over her head.”

The boy obeyed his sister by springing over Jamie’s head and grabbing her arms while she thrashed about in tears, kicking her legs in vain hope that it would relieve the burning pain in her pussy.

“Oh Boo-Hoo! Get it together before Doctor Hooker gets here.” Delilah had absolutely no empathy for the girl’s new level of pain. The boys were oblivious to how it might feel and were too amused to give it much thought. “That was just a taste of the hot sauce, when I offer it to you when Doctor Hooker gets here you better pull one of your white alerts and agree to it, unless you want my Aunt and brother’s here to know what it means.”

Jamie nodded her head in understanding as tears rolled down her cheek and her rapid breathing began to come back under her control. She voluntarily assumed her position to pull her knees over her chest on her back as the boy’s released her.

Gordon returned with their next door neighbor, “See I told you Doctor Hooker, she WANTS to be punished.”

James Hooker looked down on the naked girl who had just mowed his perfectly manicured grass and cleaned his already clean house with something approaching sympathy, “Is this true?” as he shook his head in mock disgust.

Through tear clenched eyes Jamie managed to say as sweetly as she could muster “Yes Sir, my father caught me doing something disgusting and that is why I had to leave your house promptly at 7:30, to ask Mrs. Waxerman to punish me.”

Dr. Hooker had asked Jamie many questions about her life earlier but he hadn’t believed the outrageous answers she was giving – she was so perky and accepting of her situation it just didn’t add up to him. Every time he had tried to drill down into the real reasons behind her behavior he felt she was putting up walls. This new spectacle, with her flat on her back, with her knees pulled up to her chest asking for punishment, only made him suspect there was so much more to this situation. “Is Mrs. Waxerman home?” he asked trying to keep a serious face – he was the only adult in the room and he didn’t want to let on that this was turning him on in the most delicious way.

“Why no she isn’t, which is why I felt it was best to summon you so you can tell my Aunt that we did our best to punish her in the most proper way so this little scamp wouldn’t be late getting home.” Delilah’s tone had a naïve and childlike tone for the Doctor’s benefit. He suspected she was a very devious girl but he saw no harm in letting her talk to him that way.

“What exactly is it you did wrong?” James crossed the living room to have a seat next to Delilah when none was offered.

“I didn’t shit when I was given an opportunity and then fifteen minutes later I texted for permission, Sir.” Jamie breathed in and added, “And, I shit in a puddle behind one of the stands at the Flea Market, Sir” just as she had answered her brother earlier that day before she left.

The boys were still giggling when Doctor Hooker asked, “Why didn’t you use the restroom when you were given an opportunity?” in a serious voice as if this were as normal as forgetting one’s homework or leaving the faucet on.

Jamie answered as if she were in one of her ‘affirmations’ by saying “I am just a stupid, ungrateful cunt Sir and didn’t think ahead.”

The Doctor not realizing that Jamie had spent a week practicing to affirm these things was once again frustrated by her easy acceptance of something she knew she wasn’t. “There is a deeper reason. Did you want to get caught?”

“No Sir!” Jamie answered sharply – as if on que Delilah brought the rod down on her already tender feet in response to her answer. Delilah was getting bored and wanted to get on with the punishment. She didn’t realize that at that very moment Jamie’s mind was spinning with possible answers to the Doctor’s open ended question – not only this one but the ones he asked earlier in the afternoon while she polished his floors and door knobs in the nude. Had Delilah realized that Jamie’s anticipation of the punishment, and her mental wranglings with the questions were both driving her crazy she would have taken much more delight in them.

“I had just been fucked in the ass for the first time Sir, and I didn’t realize it would make me have to shit, Sir.” Jamie finally blurted out to a fresh wave of laughter from the Waxerman boys at her crude remarks.

“Your language is so coarse and vulgar. I really don’t understand why you talk this way?” Dr. Hooker asked while admonishing her. Jamie couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed he didn’t seem to intuitively understand why things had to be this way.

“I am not allowed to use euphemisms for my answers, Sir. I have to be willing to talk as crude and as base as my behavior.” She tried not to sound as if she pitied him that he couldn’t figure that out on his own and instead treated it like a reaffirmation of the rules she had been living under. That was a familiar feeling to her and it made her less nervous about revealing herself as such a slut to him. She knew had she been in this position with the Doctor a few weeks earlier, she would be even more embarrassed about these admissions then she already was. She couldn’t quite explain to herself why that might be other than the fact that it had been much harder to talk like this around people who knew the ‘old Jamie’, when she was a naïve cheerleader and wasn’t under her father and brother’s thumb.

The Doctor was about to patiently ask why she felt her behavior was that way when Delilah interrupted him “Oh you are a cruel and vile man, Doctor Hooker – I do see what you are a doin’.”

“What is that?” he asked turning his head from the frightened teenage girl on the floor.

“You want to drag this slutty girl’s confession out until she is late getting home so that she will be punished for that when she gets home. I do declare that I had no idea you were such a wicked man.” She smiled at him behind the veil of a false admiration. In truth, she simply wanted him to get on with the punishment.

“Oh, that is the farthest from the truth, well what exactly is the punishment?” He asked genuinely trying to clarify. He had only been curious about this enigmatic sexy girl who seemed to be a glutton for her own humiliation by his own estimation.

“That is an excellent question, Doctor Hooker.” Delilah grinned a wintry smile before looking down at Jamie like a spider before the fly and asking her, “What exactly should your punishment be?”

The question surprised Jamie and there was a noticeable drop in the giggles from the Waxerman boy’s when she failed to answer right away.

Delilah sliced the rod into the soles of her prey’s delicate feet to punctuate her question, “Do you have a hearing problem? I asked what your punishment ought to be.”

“No Ma’am, I heard you. I thought I was to offer myself to your mercies to pick a suitable punishment to fit my offense? Was that not the reason for me to offer my feet to you in this way?” Jamie answered suddenly confused that Delilah had put the decision on what type of punishment back in her lap.

“That was just to get your attention, dear heart.” Delilah dragged the tip of the rod down Jamie’s thigh slowly as she added, “I thought you would want to give my brother’s a little show. Like you and your mother do every day after school.”

The mention of Jamie’s mom only percolated Dr. Hooker’s interest even more although he tried not to show it. Delilah noticed that his trousers were fully tented even if behind his well-trimmed beard she could not tell his expression. His imagination was soaring thinking about how the mother fit into this interesting puzzle as he imagined how many chapters it might take to tell the full story behind this. This was all simply so over the top that he continued to wonder if he were being filmed secretly in some twisted practical joke.

“You are a lazy little brat, making everyone else come up with ways to correct you. I want you to put your WHITE thinking cap on and come up with a way for us to punish you that will teach you the error of your ways, and amuse everyone here.” Delilah was reminding Jamie she knew all about the little game they played with her aunt and the ‘white alert’ code where the girls were supposed to act like wanton sluts in need of direction.

“May I kneel before you to ask for my punishment, Ma’am?” Jamie’s response was so natural and authentic that even she wasn’t sure if she was playing along with the ‘white alert’ code or she had meant it. Delilah may have just been fucking with her head about coming up with her own punishment but it actually made sense to her on some level.

“Why, don’t you do your best work on your back, slutty girl?” Delilah prodded her with the birch dowel.

“Yes Ma’am, I just thought you may want me to kneel so that I could answer your question respectfully.” Jamie said in the sweetest possible way, without a trace of sarcasm. It almost made Delilah feel sorry for her – almost.

“That is a good point, but I think our guests here are enjoying looking at those little holes of yours winking at them.” Delilah cooed in response shedding her pretense of being a sweet little country girl around Dr. Hooker.

“I have been trained to kneel so that my holes are always on display for the amusement of my betters, Ma’am.” Jamie answered honestly – it was almost as if these skills and trainings were starting to pay off.

“Fine, but if your stalling on purpose we are going to walk you home so that we can watch you get punished a second time for being late.”

“Thank you Ma’am.” Jamie pretended that it might be plausible she was stalling and in part she was. She rose into the kneeling position that had her legs parted enough that nothing was unexposed as she put her arms behind her head, interlacing her finger,s and looking directly at Delilah and Doctor Hooker with her baby blue eyes before casting them down.

She was also stalling so she could formulate a worthy punishment that would satisfy Delilah and seem appropriate for the offense under the ‘white alert’ code. “For the careless disregard of my brother’s offer to let me shit when I could be supervised, and only fifteen minutes later texting my brother to beg to be permitted to crap and bringing embarrassment on my family that the people watching me do it could be reflected back on my father and brother, the punishment should fit the crime.”

Delilah cradled her own chin on her steepled fingers as she listened like a bored Princess who has seen this jester’s act before. It was all an act of course – she was curious what the punishment would be.

“Since my asshole was the source of my trouble, I should be punished on it with 50 swats by your cane.”

“What else ya got?” Delilah croaked with a sigh as if unimpressed by the first suggestion.

Jamie quietly pouted in confusion, wondering was this not the level of punishment she was expected to beg for?

“I agree your fat ass is the source of your troubles but we all know you can take a paddle, and a rod. I dare say it probably turns you on, so isn’t that why you asked for it?” Delilah became more animated as she questioned the shivering naked girl in front of her.

Jamie had a whole new respect for Delilah’s sadism as she spoke. Her father at best let her draw from cards they had made up of punishments, but they always picked for her - this was an entirely new level of degradation having to pick her own punishment and then negotiate in front of leering eyes.

Dr. Hooker was watching the spectacle play out. He felt sorry for Jamie and thought the punishments were cruel but at the same time he found it difficult to express concern given the girl seemed to think her punishment was absolutely necessary – oh who was he kidding? He was a dirty old man and he couldn’t have walked out of the room if his pants were on fire at that moment.

Jamie felt the stares of the boys and Dr. Hooker all over her naked body and her goosebumps had goosebumps on top of each other. Mrs. Waxerman kept her parlor unreasonably cold and the chill air was making her nipples even harder than usual. Jamie knew Delilah wanted her to reveal the bet to Dr. Hooker but now that it was time to actually explain it she was having trouble finding a way to say it that didn’t sound completely brutal and over the top.

Delilah only had to flick the switch in the air a few times to drive home the point they were waiting for Jamie to say something.

“If I get aroused while I am being punished for my indiscretions, then every guy here can fuck me up the ass.” Jamie was hoping for a reaction either positive or negative from Dr. Hooker but he simply maintained his poker face. She added, “Even Doctor Hooker – if you want to Sir?” her question a polite way of trying to see if they had gone too far.

“Oh of course I would want too dear, but the question is do you really want that to happen?”

“No Sir, It’ll keep my mind on my punishment if I know the consequences is so severe, and not let my mind wander and think perverted thoughts of pleasure.”

“Are so severe”

“Yes Sir, that is what I said”

“No you said IS so severe.”

“Oh Sorry Sir, I am a little nervous.” Jamie was understating her mounting fear of the outcome of this punishment. “I’ve never done anything like this.”

“Oh pish-tosh, you were punished in front of us yesterday.” Delilah said dismissively with a wave of her birch rod.

“That is true Ma’am, but I did not have to come up with my own punishment or have consequences if I get aroused by my circumstances.”

“Is it wrong if we are aroused?” Zeke asked his sister innocently in a way that said he already thought it was.

“Ordinarily I’d say ICK, TMI Zeke!” Delilah answered her brother much the same way Jamie might have a month ago if Chris had asked the same question. “However, given you’ve got this sexy little tramp offering to let you mooch butt sex off her when she fails to keep her mind on the reason for her punishment and proves what a slut she is, I’d say it’s okay if you are getting a little woody –Imma thinkin’ you are going to need it here directly.” She drew out the last few words in a deep southern drawl for dramatic effect to impress upon Jamie she would probably lose their bet.

“Go ahead, stand up and turn around, grab your ankles, what is it you brother calls it?”

“Position two, ma’am?” Jamie asked sweetly as she rose and assumed the familiar position – bending at the waist with knees slightly bent and holding her ass cheeks wide apart with both hands.

“That is the one.” Delilah answered, she had obviously spent her day at the pool party chatting up Chris to find out the details of the girl’s discipline. Jamie was disappointed with herself that she instantly assumed her brother hadn’t actually been flirting. Delilah had unconventional good looks, like a country-version of a teenage Wednesday Addams with freckles. She was, from a physical beauty stand point, pretty much out of Chris’s league –but more to the point, she had wondered what they may have in common when she saw them giggling together the day before. Jamie no longer had any doubt as she held her ass cheeks apart for the wicked young girl.

“Is that so we can hit you squarely on the asshole with the rod or so we can shove something up there?” Delilah asked with what approached a sadistic mirth – which coincidentally was the same tone tinged with mirth her brother had often used when asking similar questions of his sister.

Jamie was going to explain her father’s reasoning that they should have no modesty and be fully spread since they are owned. The Taylor women hadn’t made the men spread like that when they were in charge but now that the Taylor men had authority it had been made clear they liked to see the girls’ asses and that was the main reason the default position had her holding herself open.

Jamie felt inexplicably ‘in for a penny, in for a pound’ to her white-alert role and without thinking about the repercussions said, “Whichever you think is most appropriate, ma’am”

Delilah brought the switch down hard on Jamie’s tender and teased asshole with a terrifying ‘Swiiiiip’ sound causing Jamie’s knees to buckle slightly on the down stroke. “I know I can tell you what I prefer BUT I asked you a question slut. Do you want 49 more directly on your swollen asshole or do you want us to shove something up your butthole to act as a shield so we can switch your ample ass crack instead?”

Jamie couldn’t see them but she thought she felt the boy’s breath on the back of her neck in anticipation of her answer.

Jamie’s mind instantly recalled Zeke’s face when his aunt had switched him directly on the tender meat of his asshole and even though she had endured a similar experience many times herself in that split second she imagined how sublimely painful the deliverance of 49 more like the last one were going to be all over again – experiencing each tender strike in her mind in her imagination all at once.

“Put something up my ass, Ma’am” Jamie mumbled nervously.

‘SWiiiiipppff’ another stroke directly on the anus “I know you know how to ask more politely than that!”

Jamie’s nipples began to swell and fill with the last strike as her body reacted to the stinging pain sending out signals to every part of her as she gasped for air. “Yes Ma’am I am sorry, I should have asked nicely and I apologize for that.” Jamie made a point of admitting what she did wrong out loud. Her brother and father had drilled it into her head that she had to admit her shortcoming out loud to accept responsibility for it and the practice of being explicit had proven to add to her humiliation.

She straightened her back and didn’t take her hands from her ass as she summoned up a second-wind of courage to ask as sweetly as she could, “Would you mind please putting something up my asshole so that you can punish my ass hard, without slicing into my asshole nub?” As Jamie said the words she almost choked on how gratuitously over the top they were but with her brother’s tutoring she had become all too familiar with them and they seemed appropriate given the situation.

“Much better” Delilah stroked Jamie’s ass cheek raising yet another row of fresh goose bumps along the tender naked flesh of the teenager.

“Make her say pretty please!” Gordon called out anxiously while his brother’s sounded their approval.

“Pretty please with sugar on top will one of you put something up my asshole?” Even Jamie was a little amused by how sugary-sweet that sounded as she wiggled her butt. She answered before she could be prodded to do so and Doctor Hooker was the only one who kept a serious face. He was secretly enjoying this beyond words but he continued his dignified façade if only to hide the throbbing boner in his lap.

“What would you like up that stink hole, hon?” Delilah, amused with Jamie’s willingness to play along, poked at the girls asshole with the tip of the rod as she toyed with her.

“Broom handle…” Jimmy Waxerman whispered and suddenly his brothers joined him in chanting “broom handle.. Broom handle…”

Jamie had been fucked in the ass today and had worn butt plugs but one of the worst and most painfully humiliating experiences had been having a broom stick lodged in her rectum only earlier that afternoon in the Korean tattoo parlor. She smiled slightly at the irony that they had no idea this would be the second time today. The boys took her smile as a forgone conclusion she would agree to have a broom handle stuck up her ass and cheered for her.

Okay... Okay, but will you please, um pretty please with EXTRA sugar - lube it up first?” the thought of it being jabbed in dry made her wince and she knew if she did happen to lose the bet it might not be a bad idea to have her backdoor warmed up for what was going to happen.

“Lube?” Jimmy asked completely confused.

“Coat one of the brooms in some lard from the kitchen.” Delilah commanded him as if it were common sense. “Make sure to go at least twelve inches from the tip. We don’t know how deep this girl’s asshole will stretch” the words sent a cold chill down Jamie’s spine.

Jimmy and Gordon ran off to get a broom from the kitchen cupboard, leaving the rest of them sitting quietly staring squarely at Jamie’s pink, puffy asshole.

“Well, this is awkward,” Delilah joked to cut the quiet while they waited for her brothers to return. “I will say this for her - she certainly does have a pretty asshole.”

Jamie was midway through thanking her for the compliment when she was interrupted by a sharp strike down directly on her tender asshole. “You are so used to being the center of attention you think everyone is talking to you, now hush.” Delilah chided Jamie, adding to her embarrassment.

“Yes, she is as smooth as a baby’s bottom.” Doctor Hooker answered dryly. He thought for a moment before speculating “Perfectly hairless, laser surgery to remove all the follicles?”

Delilah prodded Jamie with the boot of her heel, “Listen up dummy, now you are ignoring direct questions?”

Jamie was getting frustrated that she couldn’t seem to please Delilah no matter if she remained silent or spoke – and she started to speculate perhaps that was Delilah’s point to make with her. “I wish sir, no my mother and I shave hairless every day below the neck so that our skin is pleasing to the eye and not a single wild hair covers any of our holes.” She had gone over this topic in affirmations every morning when the shaving was complete but it still embarrassed her to say them out loud, especially in front of Dr. Hooker. She couldn’t tell if he was disappointed or pleased under his neatly trimmed beard.

Jimmy and Gordon were both carrying the broom arguing loudly as they re-entered the ornate parlor.

“No, let me put it in!” Jimmy yanked on the broom towards him

‘That’s not fair, I did the greasin’!’ Gordon held on tightly to the broom and struggled to pull it back to him as they both clung to it.

“The greasing’ is fun!” Jimmy countered with exasperation before being interrupted by their sister.

“Will you both just quiet down? Doctor Hooker is the guest, and he should do the honors of stuffing this pig.”

The Doctor made a show of pretending to be hesitant but he wasn’t fooling Delilah that the thought of what he was going to do was turning him beyond his imagining that it could. Jamie had such a Pollyanna, pure-bread exterior, but with a willingness to put herself in peril. He felt like the mustachioed villain tying the damsel in distress to the train tracks except this time she was naked and holding her ass apart for him to stick anything he wanted inside of her.

“Hey, didn’t your brother buy you a chastity belt?” Delilah helped to guide Doctor Hooker’s hands to grasp the broom and position the stunned professor behind Jamie.

“Yes Ma’am, my father and brother bought one for both my mother and I.” Jamie hated that she sounded almost robotic in her responses, but she felt that was the most respectful way to give her responses and Delilah wasn’t complaining about her tone.

The Waxerman boys obviously knew what a chastity belt was because they cooed a knowing “ooooooooooh!” in unison when the question was answered.

“Why isn’t a whore like you wearing it all the time?” Delilah asked. The question was welcome to Jamie as it took her mind off the fact that Doctor Hooker was delicately inserting a greased broom handle into the opening of her asshole while she held her ass cheeks open. He was working it in gently enough that the anticipation was actually starting to make her unconsciously work herself back and forth ever so slightly to get it all the way in.

“They let me have a choice to wear it today Ma’am,” Jamie explained.

There was silence as if Delilah was expecting more of an explanation and then the whizzt of another swat to Jamie’s ass cheeks. The jab narrowly missed Doctor Hooker’s wrist, who was so fully engrossed in packing Jamie’s ass with the broom handle he didn’t see it coming.

Jamie assumed the slap was to remind her to be more forthcoming and explicit in her responses - at least that is what her father and brother would have expected. “It’s part of our rules Ma’am, if we choose to wear the chastity belt then no one is allowed to touch or play with our assholes or cunts.”

“So you CHOSE not to wear it today, because you wanted people to play with your nasty little twat?” Delilah was being coy in how she asked the question.

“Yes Ma’am, because I am trying to earn money for our rent and bills, and I thought it might help if I were willing to sacrifice my pride and forgo the chastity belt, knowing the repercussions of that decision.”

“Help the good doctor get that broom at least six inches up that stink hole of yours, will you? He seems to be treating you far more delicately than you deserve.” By now Delilah’s tone carried a casual assumption of authority that anything she told Jamie was to be done.

“Yes Ma’am.” Jamie reached behind her and gritted her teeth as she took Doctor Hooker’s hands to help guide the broomstick into her ass. She grunted twice before she was satisfied she had lodged it far enough into her rectum so she could safely ask, “Is it in far enough to your satisfaction, Ma’am?”

“Should we pull it out and measure the oil level like a dipstick?” Delilah laughed.

“No Ma’am, please leave it in” Jamie begged in response.

Delilah slapped her ass cheeks with her rod “That was rhetorical you dumb-butt.” That only confused Jamie since she had been prompted to answer any question before this but she was too nervous and afraid to ask her to clarify or point out the inconsistencies. There was a sense of fairness about how her dad and brother punished her that Delilah’s teasing lacked and Jamie found herself longing for the comfort of the tortures she had grown accustomed to at home.

“Alright, I think we are finally ready now that little miss perfection is finally sufficiently stuffed, there are fifty strokes to deliver so each of us will give her ten, fair?” Delilah was asking her brothers and the doctor but it was merely a polite formality as she knew they would agree with whatever she decided for Jamie.

“Fourty-nine, Ma’am…you already counted one.” Jamie corrected.

There was a terrible swish in the air as Delilah’s switch cut through the air causing Jamie to tighten all the muscles in her stomach and legs in anticipation. Delilah paused to let the terror of it sink in and said sweetly “You are so right, I am glad you are so good at counting, because you’ll be keeping track, girly.”

‘SWARPFfffttthhh’ Delilah brought the switch down on Jamie’s ass hard, sending shock waves through the girl’s body.

Zeke giggled jovially as if he had just seen a clown slip on a banana, “I like how when you hit her, her entire body tightens and shakes….”

Jamie could hear Jimmy punch his brother in the arm and tease him, “You do that too when Auntie gives you the rod.”

“Do not.”

She couldn’t hear all the laughing comments because her mind was on counting out each swat, “Four, thank you Ma’am for teaching me the error of my ways”.

“I like how her pussy doesn’t look like roast beef hanging down.” Gordon commented detached as if he we were watching something on TV and making an ordinary observation.

“How would you know what pussies look like?” Delilah asked while Jamie counted out strokes five and six.

There was a pause in the cadence that ended Jamie’s rhythm of absorbing the down stroke, counting out a response and bringing her ass back up in time for another.

“Nudie magazine.” Jimmy blurted out conspiratorially as if they all three were just being busted.

“You little pre-verts, am I going to have to tell Auntie Waxerman you’ve got pornography in her home?” Delilah let Jamie twist a little while she addressed her brothers.

“NO!!! PLEASE don’t.” the boys pleaded.

“You’ll each plant a seed in her backside if she gets aroused, and the nudie books will be our little secret then?”

“It’s not books, it’s just one.” Gordon corrected pleadingly.

“Tell her what it’s called” Jimmy teased his brother.

“Big Butt magazine.” Gordon admitted with a little shame while the other two tittered and giggled.

“You like big butts, Gordon?” His big sister asked mocking him.

“Yes, I guess so.”

“Can you other brothers deny?” Delilah asked with glee in her voice as she brought down a seventh strike on Jamie’s ass cheeks.

“What?”

“Oh that’s right. You don’t get to listen to the devil’s rap music, never mind. It’s above your head – but it’s not above yours is it bright-cheeks?” Delilah asked Jamie making a reference to the pink rosy glow of the fresh swats to her ass.

“Yes Ma’am, Sir Mix-A-Lot.” Jamie answered, “Baby Got Back” she felt sick to her stomach with humiliation as a fresh wave of laughter washed over her when the boys heard the title of the song for the first time.

“Do you have back, girl?” Delilah brought down number eight as she delivered the question.

“Yes Ma’am, that was nine and I thank you for using it to teach me a valuable lesson.” Jamie wasn’t sure how much of that was true, and how much of it was the panicked response of someone who had grown accustomed to submissive acceptance of punishments.

The Tenth strike fell hard on Jamie’s ass like an electric shock. Delilah waited for Jamie to finish thanking her before reaching out to the girl’s clit ring and fondling it slightly. “Hmm, not sticky yet with girl honey.” She sounded disappointed before asking “Who wants to go next?”

The boys all shouted “Me! Me! Me!”

“Well now, Doctor Hooker is our guest, perhaps he would like to go next, you rude thoughtless boys?” Delilah quieted them down.

The Doctor was a little stunned by finally seeing the perfection that was this girl’s shapely tattooed ass being swatted. “I should probably bat clean-up, if you know what I mean.”

Delilah didn’t get the baseball reference but she smirked with a ‘suit-your-self’ expression and handed the rod to Jimmy. “You are the oldest, so you can go next.”

Jimmy held the rod at first like a light saber and made a ‘swushing’ sound while his brother’s encouraged him to ‘let her have it, Jimmy!’.

“I’ve never been the one giving the rod so I am not sure what side to stand on.” Jimmy sounded nervous, and the fact he was so innocent sounding only added to Jamie’s humiliation at his hands. She could only look straight ahead and hold her ass cheeks apart while she bent over with the broom drooping out of her ass.

“Just pick a side and do it, or lose your turn!” Delilah coaxed him harshly. That was all it took for him to switch the way he held the switch so that it was like he was holding it and swinging it like a baseball bat hitting one to the outfield. “Good job, Jimmy”

Jamie was caught off guard by the swing actually knocking her off her toes a bit, “Thank you Sir, for punishing me, that is eleven.” She grunted sourly as she scrambled to get back into position.

“Stay flat on your feet, Dum-Dum” Delilah joked her advice.

Jimmy’s next four swings didn’t have quite as much impact as the first but each one was delivered with an enthusiastic smile from Jimmy and a thankful yet humbled response from Jamie counting it out.

“The broom kind of looks like a five foot long turd hanging out of her ass.” Jimmy giggled his observation mostly for his brothers benefit who cracked up. Jamie stoically took the comment in stride but now the image of a long brown turd of poop hanging from her ass was firmly planted in her mind and her face turned as red as her ass.

‘SWAPTFTFFFF’ the rod whip-cracked on her ass “Thank you Sir, Fifffteeen” some of Jamie’s responses were short and sweet but they had to be because unlike Delilah who had mostly held a cadence while the swings were often one right after the other in rapid succession.

He delivered his ten and then handed the rod quietly to his brother Gordon.

“Wait a sec, little Brother” Delilah held up a finger cautioning him not to sit back down. Jimmy looked up like he might be in trouble and then saw that his sister was pointing at Jamie’s clit. “You need to check to see if she has any gooey girl juices dripping off her lips. We don’t want this twisted little sister getting all horny and turned on while she gets her punishment.”

Gordon blurted out skeptically, “Who could get turned on during a beating?”

His sister turned to him and answered, “It’s a girlish trick, you can tune out the pain and go someplace else for a while.”

Jimmy reached under Jamie’s pussy lips and gave them a squeeze like he was scrunching a sponge but reported it wasn’t “very sticky” with a slight measure of disappointment.

“There are thirty more to go, Jim-Jim” Delilah said encouragingly “She might just go to her ‘happy place’ and if she does she’ll pay the consequences to each and every one of you for ignoring the lesson you are trying to teach her.”

“What is the lesson again?” Zeke asked sounding as if his mouth was full.

Jamie answered crisply, “I am having my ass punished because it got me in trouble today, when I was given an opportunity to shit and declined. Then I embarrassed my family by squatting in front of a bunch of customers at the flea market and shitting in a puddle like a dog. This is teaching me to shit when given permission and keep my ass completely empty and clean instead of waiting.”

“I hope it’s empty, or else these boys are going to get brown eye!” Delilah seemed to have the forgone conclusion that Jamie was going to lose their bet and she made no secret as she joked about it.

Gordon had been standing in front of Jamie’s red-striped ass looking intently at it while they talked.

“Notice anything interesting brother dear?” Delilah’s sweet tone was a subtle hint that her brother should continue the punishment.

Naturally subtle context was completely lost on him and he answered her, “Well, all around her butthole it’s not brown.”

“Did you expect there to be poop?” Delilah’s eyes narrowed as she looked at him with a mixture of confusion and contempt.

“No, just in that magazine, some of the girls have dark around their buttholes.”

The Doctor cleared his throat, having been entranced with the spectacle for entirely different reasons, “That is a normal pigmentation, Gordon”.

“Yeah right, it just happens to be right around the poop hole and be the color of poop?” Gordon squinted.

“You seem to have an unhealthy obsession with all things poop related.” Doctor Hooker observed about the young boy. Gordon just smiled and nodded as if he either didn’t understand what obsessed meant or he didn’t see a problem with it. The Doctor just shook his head and dismissed the next thing he was about to say when Gordon’s only response was a toothy grin.

“Just switch the bitch, and shut up Gordon.” Delilah chided her brother, “Her asshole isn’t perfectly pink, it’s just been messed up when her father branded her for whoring.” She noted which Jamie thought to herself was almost a compliment of sorts coming from Delilah.

Gordon’s first few swings were much lighter but Jamie dutifully counted them and thanked him for punishing her.

“It’s not love taps, hit her like Auntie hits your ass.” Delilah prodded her brother.

“That’s TOO hard.” Gordon answered stubbornly.

“You think that girl can’t take as much as you can? You want me to take away your last six strokes?”

Gordon’s response was a first-class shot across the bow of Jamie’s ass that sent shivers up and down her spine as the shockwave spread out through her body, “Unfffffff, thank you Sir! Twennteee-fife!” she hissed.

“See, the girl is thanking you.” Delilah patted him on the shoulder and Gordon proceeded to deliver the next five shots just like he had that one. He didn’t have to be reminded to check her pussy for wetness and he went a step further running his finger inside her tight pussy. He wasn’t sure if Delilah would notice and call him out for it, but if she did she didn’t say anything. He smirked because he felt a little like he had just got away with a little something extra even though he had to report the girl wasn’t aroused.

When it was finally Zeke’s turn Jamie wondered if it might not be a bad idea to just go ahead and claim she was aroused. She felt she couldn’t hold out for another twenty strikes and she thought she might just go ahead and accept the inevitable. Then she realized Delilah was sadistic enough to continue the punishment anyway so she pushed the idea of surrendering now to the back of her mind as Gordon teed up his first swat.

“Thank you Sir, Thirty-one.” Jamie squealed.

“I like how she calls me Sir.” Zeke, who was the most soft-spoken of the brothers, observed with a smile. “It makes me feel like a grown man.” He said with a proud smile on his face.

“It is because you are my better, Sir. I’m not allowed to be familiar with my superiors and address them by their first name unless they tell me to do so.” Jamie explained sweetly while bracing for the first of several strikes from Zeke. She counted each one and thanked him for the lesson.

“I am glad you are facing away from me.” Zeke finally said after silently delivering his ten spankings to her ripe red ass.

“Why is that Sir?” Jamie answered stifling her tears.

“Your blue eyes are so sweet. They look like Tinkerbell’s fairy eyes. I’d probably feel sorry for you if I had to look you in the fac.e” Zeke sounded smitten with her, but at the same time he reached under her and gave a hard squeeze to her pussy lips.

“Well?” Delilah asked him.

“Well what?” Zeke answered back.

“Is she aroused?”

“How would I know?” He answered her naively.

Delilah put his hand back on Jamie’s crotch and said, “Does it feel sticky to you? Feel around the lips.”

“Oh, no I guess not.”

Jamie sighed with relief that she had managed to endure all this torment and her body had not gotten aroused. She wondered if Delilah would really walk with her all the way home and ask for punishment if she won the bet. “Wouldn’t that be an interesting turn of events?” She thought to herself but refused to jinx it by counting her chickens before they hatch. “I’ve got ten more swats and then I can go home, where I’ll probably get punished more,” She thought to herself – smirking at her own gallows humor about the state of her life.

“I believe it’s your turn Doctor Hooker.” Delilah handed a fresh birch switch to him (It stands to reason Mrs. Waxerman would have an ample supply growing in her backyard).

The Doctor who had silently observed the bizarre spectacle was at first embarrassed to stand up because it would reveal the bulging erection in his lap. Delilah guided him out of the chair by taking his hand “Don’t worry if you get hard looking at this slut. That is to be expected of a man looking at her brazenly displaying herself for anyone to have a gander without concern. It is only her who isn’t supposed to be getting enjoyment out of it, and I am surprised to say she seems to have found a way to hide her naughty thoughts and focus on the lesson the pain is supposed to be providing.”

It was the second begrudging compliment Delilah had awarded Jamie since the punishment began. Jamie tried to contain the look of self-satisfaction that spread on her face and remain contrite.

Doctor Hooker took his place behind Jamie’s ass and told her pedantically, “You will count these out and thank me, just as you have the others.” Jamie wasn’t sure why he felt the need to repeat the instructions she already had been given. In truth he didn’t know either – he was just breaking the awkward silence and wanted something to say.

‘Swishfffffft’ the switch bit into Jamie’s ass with the full strength of a powerful arm, far greater than she had anticipated given he was probably in his late fifties or early sixties.

“Forty-One, thank you Sir for making my punishment sting.”

“Wow, do you work out?” Jimmy asked, given the sound of the cracking rod alone had made the boys wince.

“No, before I was retired, I owned a farm in the country. Hard work will give you rough hands and strong muscles.” Doctor Hooker answered while delivering another crack shot to Jamie’s flanks.

“Forty-Two, thank you Sir for taking the time to teach me to be a better slut.”

“It sounds like she says Farty-Two.” Gordon joked causing laughter to ripple from the boys as the Doctor delivered another painful reminder and then another to Jamie’s backside.

“I thought you were a college professor.” Gordon asked after his laughter subsided at how Jamie pronounced forty.

“I’ve been many things in my life, from a simple farmer, to a shaper of young minds, teaching English Literature. You can be anything you want to be, if you set your mind to it Gordon.” The Doctor said as he delivered another swish of his rod. He was aware he was rapidly depleting his ten strikes and having waited this long, was wishing for ten more. He didn’t think he would enjoy hurting the girl but he was. There wasn’t a trace of guilt. Possibly because she sounded so genuine each time she thanked him.

“Can Jamie be anything she WANTS to be?”

“Yes she could.” the Doctor answered without a second thought.

“So why does she choose to be a naughty girl?” Gordon asked.

“You would have to ask her why that is.” Doctor Hooker was concentrating on his final parting shot as he answered.

“I choose to be a naughty girl, because I am foolish and make bad choices Sir. I didn’t respect my betters and I didn’t appreciate the privileges I had before they were taken away from me.” Jamie answered, remaining bent over, fairly certain she had just won the bet and remained for the most part cum-free. She was sweating and her ass was welted red but she had dodged a fairly severe consequence of losing to Delilah and that was a tremendous relief.

“So if you could be a good girl who didn’t get punished, would you?” Gordon asked what seemed like a question with an obvious answer.

“Yes Sir, I would be good and not have made the same choices.” Jamie’s answer was predictable and immediate.

“I call bologna on that” Gordon sounded disappointed in the answer he got.

“How do you mean sir?” Jamie answered sweetly and more than a bit confused.

“You smiled like an angel every time someone hit you with the rod, called you a name or touched you.”

That shocked Jamie but suddenly the others were aware of it too and nodding. Doctor Hooker shook his head in complete understanding, “Out of the mouths of babes!”

Jamie’s thighs were shaking as the muscles strained to hold her in place, in part from the stress of being bent over this long, and possibly the sudden realization they may be right.

“I didn’t think I would enjoy punishing you and now I realize it was because every time I did you gave me that all-American girl next door smile to reassure me that you needed my discipline. I thought I might feel ashamed that I had hurt you, but I agree it was the perfect smile that made this a guilt free exercise – thank you for that.”

“You are welcome Sir?” Jamie answered somewhat confused. She had often been complimented on her blue eyes and smile but in her mind she always thought she looked like a cartoon fairy with a goofy smile that she couldn’t turn off.

“I am going to check you for arousal if that is okay with you?” Jamie only gave a deliberate and broad smile in answer to Doctor Hooker’s warning.

He put his hand all along her pussy lips and felt along the ridge and creases before saying, “I think you passed the test, good job.”

Jamie’s sweet girl next door smile shone on Delilah but this time there was a subtle edge of menace to it as she silently noted her triumph in the bet they had made. “Will one of you please remove the broom from my asshole? I think Delilah will want to walk me home.” Jamie’s words were a subtle way of reminding Delilah about her promise to walk over to her house and ask for punishment.

“Now darling, you can’t just come on over here, get your punishment and run. That just isn’t very polite.” Delilah’s sweet and sassy southern accent was dripping with honey, but laced with an edge that said she still had another card to play.

“Actually Ma’am, I really have to get home soon or my father will punish me. Did you want to get dressed to accompany me?” There was no mistaking the subtext of the request from Jamie. She had won the bet and she was letting Delilah know it was time to pay the piper. The guys in the room were completely oblivious and didn’t read anything into her cheery tone.

“Actually slut, you’ve got your peanut butter all up and down my Auntie’s broom stick and I know she’ll ask whose ass was reamed with it, so why don’t you be a good little girl and suck it clean.” Delilah took her time easing the broom handle out of Jamie’s tortured ass and the boys laughed when it came out with a sudden ‘pop’.

Jamie gave what she thought was a look of disgust when she saw the dirty streaked broom handle but it only appeared to be a comical double take which lightened the mood even more.

Jamie turned to face her audience and put her mouth around the wooden tip of the broom dutifully. “Canthp I taketh my handseth off my assetth cheeps?” Jamie spluttered the question with the broom in her mouth. It was no longer facing them and her ass genuinely ached in every conceivable way from the torture she had just received.

“You do that very well, you must have been practicing with the gag in.” Delilah sounded delighted when she answered her. “Why don’t you hold that backdoor open a little longer, you never know if my Aunt might walk in and want a look at you splayed out here before her nephews.” Jamie winced at the thought of how much drama and explanation it would take to deal with Mrs. Waxerman if she walked in at that moment.

“Unless your deep throat skills are much better than your brother lets on, you are going to have to lick around the edges of that broom and not try to shove the hole six inches down your throat. I want it perfectly clean.” It was mostly greasy lard with a little bit of Jamie’s ass juice but the boys regarded it as if she had a poop popsicle and laughed hysterically while Jamie adjusted to lick the entire measure of the broom that had been in her ass completely clean.

“Go get the marker, Gordon.” Delilah commanded without taking her eyes off the prone girl sucking on the broom handle like it was a tender blowjob. Jamie whined ever so slightly but only Delilah heard her pitiable moan.

“Waxerman’s are good for their word, Kitten. You took your punishment like a big girl and you didn’t get aroused.” Delilah put her hands on her hips and pulled her blouse over her head revealing a lacey white underwire bra. “Oh put your eyes back in your head, you’ve seen boobs before.” Delilah chided her stunned brothers.

“Look at Doctor Hooker,” Delilah reached behind her back and unclasped the bra revealing freckled shoulders and pert lily-white dew-drop boobs. “He isn’t shocked by this, but then again as an M.D. he probably saw women unclothed every day.”

“Actually, my doctorate is in literature.” James answered dryly. He was drinking the country girl’s 16 year old body in but he was just better at not looking like a ravenous hound or excited hyena than her brothers were.

“Books need doctors?” Jimmy asked very surprised.

“Yes, some are beyond repair, but every now and then I can resuscitate a dead one.” Doctor Hooker’s joke was more for his own benefit than Jimmy would understand. He continued to look on with interest at what Delilah would do next.

She was tying her hair back into a pony tail when Gordon came back in and handed her the marker with a shocked expression on his face.

“This is why when I get punished, Auntie doesn’t let you wolf hounds peep.”

“We do peep though.” Zeke admitted to a hail of arm punches from his brother’s for letting the cat out of the bag.

“You don’t think I know that?” Delilah gave him a lemony smile that was universal fo,r “No shit, Sherlock”.

“You gonna walk her home topless?” Gordon asked as he looked down at Jamie still twerking the broom with just her mouth while she held her ass cheeks apart on all fours.

“No, but I am going to find a new home for that broom if you don’t stop staring at my boobs and asking me dumb questions. I am going to make a swim suit out of some old clothes that don’t fit me anymore. If little miss sass here can walk down the street like a hooker from Babylon, then so can I.” Delilah changed tones from bratty and domineering older sister to sweet country girl and asked Doctor Hooker as she held out the open marker for him, “I am going to escort this girl home after she finishes. Would you be so kind as to write, “Dirty Tramp – Gift to the Taylor Family” on my belly kind sir?”

“I’d be absolutely delighted.” Doctor Hooker put his arm behind Delilah’s back to cradle her while he wrote in big black letters exactly what she asked him to write. Jamie let out a soft moan of anguish while this was happening and Delilah shushed he,r “Oh, suck my toes, if you finished with the broom. You’ll wait until I am ready – and don’t think there won’t be a message written on you either whore!”

Much to Delilah’s surprise Jamie took her seriously and began to lick her toe with the same careful expertise she had that broom. Delilah didn’t want to admit that it felt good but it did – really good.

“Can you write, “For Chris” and put an arrow pointing down my belly and, “What’s your father’s first name, slut?” Delilah didn’t sound the slightest bit nervous giving these instructions and asking these questions as she stood shirtless in her Aunt’s parlor.

“Wrile Call him Slurr, but hillz nameff iffzz Bill, Marrzmz” Jamie’s reply was muffled by Delilah’s big toe being serviced by her tongue.

“Please write, ‘Bad Girl 4 Bill’ on my back with an arrow, Sir?” Delilah sounded somewhat impatient as she asked the Doctor to scrawl that on her body.

Doctor Hooker had finished writing it when Delilah pushed Jamie’s face away from her toe so that she could pull down her shorts and red laced panties

“We don’t have time for me to shave all of my womanhood.” Delilah stood with her hands on her hips as if giving the boys a necessary minute to stare at her dark brown chestnut pubic hair.

“Beaver!” Jimmy couldn’t believe his sister was undressing in front of him.

“Yes, Beaver.” She had a ‘get over it’ look on her face as she rolled her eyes and turned around for Doctor Hooker

“Can you write ‘Be a little hard on the Beaver, tonight Ward’ on my thigh and put an arrow, and then on my behind, would you put ‘WH’ on THIS cheek, and ‘RE’ on the other and well... You know where the ‘O’ goes don’t you. Doctor?” Delilah was summoning up equal parts Betty Page’s sassy raw sexuality and Marylyn Monroe’s playful charm as she pointed to each of her cheeks while making the request.

Jamie made a low mewling sound like she might almost be in pain which stopped Doctor Hooker as he was about to apply the marker to Delilah’s thigh. Delilah started to tell her to hush so that they could get this painful ordeal over. She was going to march down to the Taylor house and offer her own ass for punishment and as part of her hidden agenda find a way to get to know Chris even better. She hadn’t expected to lose the bet but now that she had she would at least embrace it and find a way to turn it to her advantage.

Jamie wasn’t IN pain. She had rolled onto her back and her legs were spasming as she pulled her pussy lips hard so that it almost seemed as if she were trying to lift a tiny garbage bag liner from its basket. She was flicking her clit hood and tugging her piercing while she made sucking sounds with her two front teeth and rolled around on the floor uncontrollably.

This was what Chris would have called “Pulling a Jamie” and the last time she had a tidal wave of uncontrollable ecstasy pour through her was the night at the fair. It might have been the intense pain of the tattoo and the way the piercing lifted and pulled her tender clit meat out of her body. It might also have been the intense sexual arousal of being on display and humiliated with her mother that night. It might have been the hormone treatments they had been on that had been doing strange things to their minds while they filled their tits.

One thing was for certain, Jamie was rolling around on the floor like a struggling new-born calf and now her breasts had begun to uncontrollably leak slightly yellowish white fluid as milk began to drip out.

“What is happening?” Jimmy looked at the girl writhing in absolute wanton lust on the ground. They all were staring at her undulating and making almost dolphin like primal moans as if she hadn’t a care in the world.

“What is HAPPENING is that I just won a little white bet” Delilah said pulling her shorts back up to her waist with a wicked grin and buttoning them back up.

The Family Feud IV

Chapter Twelve

“Duh, Winning!”

STAR COUNT:

WENDY: 51

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 5,3,0,0,1

JAMIE: 59

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 4,3,0,0,0

“Look at the blue veins popping out of her neck!” Zeke who ordinarily remained quiet observed as everyone in the room chuckled at Jamie’s uncontrollable mind-blowing whore-gasm on the floor. She mewled like a baby and pulled her hair while making kissing lips for almost two full minutes. Tiny blue veins throbbed down her ordinarily graceful swan like neck as she rode the avalanche of pent up sexual frustration flowing through her body.

The Waxerman brothers had no idea what caused the girl to short-circuit this way. She seemed to be flopping around like a fish that had just been pulled out of water except she seemed to be halfway between pain and pleasure.

“Should we stop her?” Doctor Hooker asked aloud to no one in particular.

“I don’t think we could if we wanted to. She’ll peter out soon.” Delilah predicted with a smirk and sure enough a few seconds later with a sigh and a gasp the sex train Jamie was riding came to a stuttering halt as she lay flat on her back looking up at the ornate ceiling fan in Mrs. Waxerman’s parlor.

“Having fun?” Delilah asked sarcastically.

Jamie was still catching her breath – her heart was pounding with the tingle of sexual fulfillment. “I am sorry about that, Ma’am. I don’t know what came over me.” Jamie admitted sweetly as she let out another long breath to cool down from her involuntary orgasm.

“Let me venture a theory your way,” Delilah was fully clothed again as she pivoted her weight onto her right hip to lean casually as she stood over the sweaty, bruised beautiful girl on the floor. “You were able to fool us for fifty swats that you weren’t getting off on your punishment but then after it was over, you got turned on by sucking that broom handle in front of us and started scooting your ass around my Aunt’s Victorian era wool rug?”

Jamie was about to plead that she wasn’t sure when Delilah hushed her with a nudge to the ribs by her foot.

“Hush, I wasn’t finished,” Delilah shushed the girl. “Your muscles were sore, your body exhausted and what put it over the top was seeing me prepare to go to your house to ask for discipline with you. You got off on my anticipated humiliation and shame didn’t you slut?”

Jamie was quiet for an uncomfortable second before swallowing and with mind-racing about whether or not that was true answered calmly, “You win the bet, Ma’am, I’ve been a naughty little tramp and I would appreciate it if the four men in the room would fuck my ass.” Jamie paused to lick her lips slowly as she summoned the courage to add, “Please put something in my asshole before I leave so the cum does not drip out until I get home so I can show my brother and father that I’ve learned my lesson tonight, Ma’am.”

“Why should only the guys get to have fun? Can’t I tie on a strap-on and bust that ass too?” Delilah’s sassy accent took a more raunchy and daring tone.

“Yes Ma’am,” Jamie answered with urgency, “You could.”

Delilah chuckled, “No hesitation in your answer. That is funny. If we had one around here I probably would.” It was possible both girls were thinking to themselves that Mrs. Waxerman was just twisted enough to have an antique strap-on dildo hidden away in a dresser drawer.

“Why don’t you stop dripping your cunt juice all over my Aunt’s rug and get off your ass and beg properly for my brothers and Doctor Hooker to take you up the ass?” Delilah finally said after a quiet pause.

“Are you sure your brothers are ready for something like this?” Doctor Hooker shifted uncomfortably. He had seemed apprehensive before the punishment began but now he looked downright unsure.

“She sucked their cocks at the pool party yesterday, so I think their ready. You boys want to put your ding-dongs in her fudge factory?” Delilah’s confident question was met with pleased cheers by her brothers.

“Lucky guys.” The Doctor quietly reminisced about his own youthful education in the ways of sexuality but that was another story for another audience. “I guess I learned when I was about your age too.” He didn’t remember himself being so naïve and goofy at that age but he chuckled to himself that he probably wasn’t too different from them after all. “Should I go first?”

He seemed to be letting Delilah call the shots and set the pace and she was happy to oblige. “Sure, it can go by age if you want. You can explain how to mount her – just make her beg for your dick first. It is only fair since she said she wasn’t going to get turned on by this punishment and broke her word.” She was looking right at Jamie.

Jamie for her part, despite her hair being out of place, make up running down her face, as if she had been crying, was doing her best to stay bright and positive. It was what most people expected of her and on some level the familiarity of that gave her confidence. She had never been gangbanged in the butt and if she let herself think about it too much the fear of the unknown might have made her break down and actually cry.

She sat up and crawled over to Doctor Hooker. At his feet she begged, “Please Sir, I got off on my punishment like a VERY naughty girl and I knew the consequences of that but did it anyway. I couldn’t help myself Sir. Please will you fuck me in the ass right here – PLEASE Sir?” she reached for his belt and began to unbuckle it.

The Doctor’s nervousness faded as he stood up to help the girl remove his pants. He put out of his mind that he’d be standing in a room with his neighbor’s nephews and his pants off. “If you insist. Should we use lubrication?”

Jamie took his underwear down slowly revealing a rather large but flaccid cock. The Doctor’s balls hung lower than any she had seen before which made his dick seem all the more sizable. “Why waste lube when I can use my spit, Sir?” was all she said as she cupped his dick in her hands to guide it in between her wet lips and suck it.

“Oh no! You aren’t going to suck them off to get out of taking it up your poop chute!” Delilah’s colorful terms for body parts rivaled her brother in every way.

“No Ma’am, I had no intention, only to prepare him.” Jamie was able to say almost clearly while holding Doctor Hooker’s cock head in her mouth. It was obvious she had practiced that one.

“Your ass is still greased from the broom stick, and from the looks of your sloppy cunt, you could dig a finger in there and coat him that way. No more stalling.”

Doctor Hooker still had his shirt on which suited him just fine because his shirt-tails served to cover most of his ass cheeks while he stood there without any pants on, now fully erect.

Jamie turned around so that she could bend over the love-seat for him and hold herself up with her elbows. She had her hands behind her back holding her ass cheeks open to help guide him in to her backdoor.

He at first wanted to give instructions on how to take it slow and work two fingers into her ass before seating his cock in but his dick sank into the well-worked asshole.

“Like throwing a hotdog down a hallway is it?” Delilah’s cold remark made James uncomfortable.

“In her defense, it’s actually a nice snug fit.” He was moving his dick in and out at a nice leisurely pace. He didn’t want to think about the fact the boys were watching but he decided to address them anyway.

“I had an Uncle who once told me a joke. He said this old Bull was on the hill with a young one looking down on some fine young calves. The young bull says ‘hey, let’s run down there and fuck one of them!’ And the Old Bull looks at him slowly and says ‘No let’s WALK down and fuck ALL of them’.”

James hadn’t realize he had been fucking Jamie’s ass in time to punctuate his story but it made the Waxerman boys laugh all the more.

Jimmy had his pants down around his ankles and had begun to touch himself without saying anything while they watched.

“Oh for crying out loud Jimmy,” his sister noticed he was jerking off and at first she was going to admonish him for not being able to wait but decided instead to say, “As long as you don’t blow your load in her mouth, go ahead and stand in front of her. You might as well get hard. You are on deck anyway.”

Jimmy didn’t need to hear it twice – he was on the couch with his legs apart and Jamie instinctively offered her open mouth to suck his cock just as she had the day before at the pool.

Zeke and Gordon were looking at their sister with puppy dog eyes. “Oh fine, she’s got two hands. Go ahead and get on either side of her but the first one of you who cums anywhere but her ass is going to suck it up and spit it down her Hershey highway, got it?”

They nodded excitedly but neither boy was quite sure if she was serious. They didn’t hesitate dropping trousers and letting Jamie take each of their cocks in her hand to stroke them while Doctor Hooker gave her a beef injection from the rear.

“You’ve had this many cocks at one time before, I take it?”

Jamie had her mouth full but she nodded yes. The certainty with which she answered made her feel a pang of guilt inside but the casual way it was accepted as obvious compounded it.

“Then let’s see you get a little less nervous and not act like you are afraid those dicks will bite you.” Delilah’s suggestion lit a fire in Jamie to back into Doctor Hooker. She had been letting him fuck her butt at his pace but now she began to actively fuck herself onto his dick. She gyrated her hips as she brought herself down on him like she had seen her mother do when the two of them had been together playing with each other for the amusement of Chris and Bill. She could see how it worked much better on a man than it had her because James had stopped fucking all together.

He was holding her ass cheeks tightly and she couldn’t see his face but his toes curled and he was shouting “No, no..no”. He had wanted to hold out much longer and savor this but he had been teased so much previously that shooting his full load of cum into the dark recesses of her ass was inevitable and he was disappointed it was over.

He had felt so powerful and in control driving her from behind and now he just wanted to put on his pants and get out of there. He pulled out and that is exactly what he did without saying more than a “Thank you, we’ll do this again some time.” And showing himself out the door.

Delilah warned Jimmy he needed to get behind her quickly before any of “it” dribbled out. He was only too happy to oblige as he popped his dick out of her mouth and took Doctor Hooker’s place.

His brother Gordon raced to take his place in her mouth. Zeke seemed dejected as if he had been snubbed once again. Jamie was always a sucker for the underdog – Which might be why she often felt guilty that she was aware that her brother had been one and she didn’t stand up for him. She silently pantomimed for Zeke to come around to her front and she guided his dick into her mouth next to his brother’s.

“Is this Gay, Sis?” Gordon asked Delilah in a tone ordinarily reserved for asking a rule clarification in the game of Monopoly.

“It isn’t gay when two dicks touch, if you are both in a slut’s holes.” Delilah answered as if that was obvious. There was a hint that she was impressed Jamie could fit both cocks in her mouth and suck them. She had her hands on their hips holding them together while getting reamed from behind by Jimmy.

Jimmy might have hurt a woman if he had started fucking her ass this way. He was moving back and forth like a jack rabbit slamming his dick in and only because she was already so loose and greased up could Jamie stand it. She didn’t fuck him back the way she had Doctor Hooker he was too herky jerky and moving without rhythm.

“The little slut wants you to move in a cadence. You keep slipping out and bumping pelvic bones.” Delilah critiqued him as she rated her brother’s awkward performance.

“How do you know so much about butt fucking?” Jimmy challenged his sister.

“I just do - now never you mind and move like this.” She stood behind him and put her hand on the flat of his back and guided him at a medium pace in and out. He came in less than 30 seconds.

“Good, now pop off and let Gordon have a turn.” Delilah sounded so cock sure at this point you might have thought this was a normal Sunday evening for her the way she acted like it was so completely normal to be orchestrating a gang bang between your brothers and another girl in your living room.

Gordon wasted no time getting behind her and Delilah even guided his dick into Jamie’s spread ass cheeks. “Don’t get all excited, I am going to let the slut lick my hands clean after it’s touched you.”

Delilah put her hands up to Jamie’s mouth while she continued to suck Zeke’s entire dick. “Hey, I want to get MY dick washed after it’s been up a poop hole.” Jimmy sounded like he felt cheated that he wasn’t getting his dick sucked.

“She’ll wash her peanut butter off your dick, won’t you slut?” Delilah held Jamie’s hair and pulled her head up so she could lick her hand. Jamie could only nod yes and continue sucking from one end and fucking from the other –rocking back and forth.

“Don’t get any sweat or drip cum on Auntie’s prize love seat – or do. I am sure she’ll have some choice consequences for it.” Delilah warned as she let go of Jamie’s hair and let her brother Jimmy introduce his dick back into her mouth next to Zeke’s cock.

“Don’t go anywhere let me get a few photos of this.” Delilah went to find an old fashioned camera while her brother Gordon pounded Jamie from behind.

While she was gone Gordon popped his load into Jamie’s ass and leaned into her shouting “I DID IT! I AM NOT A VIRGIN!”

“You aren’t an ANAL virgin anymore.” Jimmy laughed, “You still have to do pussy, to be a man!”

Gordon stroked Jamie’s long blonde hair and asked politely, “Can I stick it into your pussy for one second to be not a pussy virgin?”

Jamie couldn’t speak with two cocks stuffed in her mouth she only shook her head no in a rather animated fashion.

“Fine then, I didn’t want to anyway,” he pouted. “Should I stay like this until Sis gets back?” he asked his brothers while leaning up against her ass cheeks in a resting position. Sweat was dripping off his stomach down her back.

“You want to make Delilah mad?” Jimmy asked.

“Fine, but I’ve got to rip one.” Zeke answered in that same conspiratorial tone Jamie had heard them use so many times in the backyard before she ever met them in person.

“So rip one.” Jimmy answered.

There was a loud “Friiiiiiiiiiiipppppppppppp” followed by laughter from all the boys at Zeke’s vulgar and unrepentant flatulence. They were starting to grow very comfortable with this situation and they were all three smiling like a triple penetration gang bang was no big deal.

Their behavior hadn’t slowed Jamie from continuing to suck the two dicks in her mouth. Gordon said, “Wow, you think if she farted right now white stuff would fly out?”

“You better NOT find out. She is gonna show her brother and dad just how much you appreciated her performance tonight. If she lets one rip, I am sure they will be disappointed she didn’t bring it home to show them what a good little slut she is.” Delilah answered from the archway to the kitchen holding the antique camera up to her eye and snapping a picture. The flash stunned the boys but Jamie continued to work their dicks without pause.

“Okay, are you done back there or taking a break?” Delilah asked Gordon with impatience.

“Done, Ma’am” Gordon answered instinctively.

“It’s not Ma’am when you are talking to me, but stop standing there and go get in front. Zeke you are up.” Delilah impatiently rolled her eyes at Gordon.

Zeke’s uncircumcised dick was much larger in width and length and the shaft of extra skin seemed to hide even more dick but Jamie had explored that at the pool party the day before. Jamie felt that there was a pouch inside her ass where all the poop was stored but Zeke’s dick seemed to be slamming against whatever boundary separates that space from her stomach because she could feel something so deep inside her that it was making her want to make ‘squee’ noises.

She had to let Gordon and Jimmy’s dick out of her mouth to gasp for air and breathe in.

“You better learn to breathe through your nose, girly girl!” Delilah chided in a derisive ‘you are doing it wrong’ tone. Jamie was too far into a rhythm with Zeke to even notice what was being said to her and who was touching her where. She was grinding and gyrating her ass on his waist as if she had a hunger for him to drive it further into her and impale her. Her fingers spread out back to the couch to give herself some leverage and she dug them into the throw pillows.

“Aye, Aye, Aye!” she found herself calling out for the first time since this began while still trying to keep the boys’ dicks in her mouth.

Delilah encouraged her to continue, “That’s it slut, tell him you want it.”

“Please fuck me in the ass, please make it hurt, please bust my ass wide open!!” The boys were spearing their cocks in her cheeks in and out so as not to touch each other’s penis while she spoke. Jamie might have been picturing her father earlier today who had taken her anal cherry or Mr. Young or even Bradley Jenkins but she found she had no inhibition about talking dirty. She let out a litany of cuss words many of which would have resulted in an immediate punishment had the boys’ aunt heard them.

When Jamie finally stopped bucking she realized that the boys all had their pants on and were watching her riding the broom, that she had begun the exercise with (and not remembering how it got there) in her ass.

“Oh, are you done?” Delilah said in a mockingly sweet tone. “We thought we’d just let you keep talking dirty and fucking your dirty shit box on the broom handle.”

Jamie didn’t have any memory of when Zeke had cum and pulled out or the broom handle being put back up her ass.

“Sorry Ma’am, I got carried away.” Jamie was sweating and genuinely embarrassed at how aggressive she had become in the last few minutes (more than all the rest of this experience). Jamie’s hair was disheveled, looking like a complete wreck (she would come to know the look as ‘freshly fucked’). She began to pull herself off the broom handle that she had impaled herself onto wantonly.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting off so you can walk me home, Ma’am?”

“Oh don’t you think you ‘got off’ more than once already?” Delilah asked with a sneer.

Jamie wasn’t sure how to respond – only waiting for instructions. She had meant sliding off the broom handle but she instantly caught the derisive double-entendre’ and knew it was a joke –at her expense.

“I was going to walk you home on your hands and knees anyway like Mr. Snips. I might as well take you home like this.” Delilah looked down at the naked teenager on all fours.

“But Ma’am, what if..” Jamie started to ask in shock.

“Oh like that little string bikini covered anything? It is dark outside. It’s already 8pm. You really think your reputation will suffer a bigger hit if they see you in a string bikini instead of down on the ground like the dog you are?”

“Please Ma’am? Just not completely naked!” just the fact that Jamie felt it was up to Delilah how she walked home pleased Delilah. In truth she had absolutely no authority over her at all but Jamie’s conditioning the past week had made her fairly easy to convince otherwise. Jamie’s skin shone with a coat of her own sweat from the fucking she had just endured and in this light it looked positively electric as she remained obediently in position.

“Is that how you ask me nicely?” Delilah twisted the broom handle slightly.

“Pretty please Ma’am, with extra sugar on top?” Jamie begged as she gasped in shock in what must be one of the boy’s favorite manners because they all giggled when she did.

Zeke smirked “With a cherry on top?”

“Pretty please Ma’am, can I walk home with my bikini and just my finger up my ass, with extra sugar on top and TWO cherries?” Jamie sounded genuinely concerned about the short walk to her home in the nude. A fact that only amused Delilah given how little risk she felt there was of anyone being out that time of night.

“Fine, you WILL keep one finger in your asshole at all times. You WILL obey me all the way home and I will watch you show your Dad and Chris what you’ve got back there. Not a word about what I have written on my belly, got it?” Delilah conceded reluctantly. It was all an act. She was secretly pleased to have Jamie under her thumb this way.

“Absolutely Ma’am, will you help me get my suit on, please?” Jamie agreed and wiggled her ass for the broom handle to finally come out of her pussy.

Jamie’s string bikini was so tiny it covered almost nothing and only enhanced her nudity in ways. The fact she had pulled the thong off to the side in the back so she could put one finger up her ass only added to her humiliation.

“Say goodbye to the boys, let’s get you home before my Aunt gets here.” Delilah made Jamie say a polite goodbye as she walked her out the door and on to the sidewalk. The Doctor had already excused himself without a word making Jamie wonder what impression she may have left him with.

It was still light out when they had begun the punishment and now that it was dark it was sinking in to Jamie she was probably in a lot of trouble for being gone so long.

Delilah and Jamie walked a short distance while Jamie reflected on the day’s events – with the most recent still replaying in her mind.

“Awful quiet - it isn’t like I gagged you.” Delilah asked sweetly in what sounded like an almost apologetic way.

“I am sorry Ma’am, I was just thinking about what will happen when I get home.”

“What will happen is I will tell them all about how good you were tonight.” Delilah smiled sweetly as she walked next to Jamie on the darkened sidewalk of their neighborhood.

“Wow, really?”

“Yes, and then you’ll squat and pull that finger out of your ass and lick whatever comes out off of the kitchen floor like a good little piggy while your brother and I laugh.” Delilah’s tone became sadistic and Jamie looked down with a pout. “Oh C’mon, why the long face? I bet you just soiled that bikini with fresh cunt juice thinking about it, didn’t you?”

There was a quiet pause as the two walked along the sidewalk. Jamie wanted to hurry but she knew they would probably draw even more attention if she were jogging. “I don’t know what I feel. This is all so confusing.” She admitted.

“I know you don’t want me to spank you right here on the sidewalk. Don’t get too familiar with me, Fart face.” Delilah demanded very seriously.

It took Jamie a moment to realize she had slipped in her protocol and that was something she had almost never done. “I am SOO sorry Ma’am. I neglected to refer to you as my better! I suppose you’ll want me punished when we get home, Ma’am?” Jamie was truly apologetic. A tiny piece of her subconscious would wrestle with whether or not she had intentionally made the mistake or it really was the result of a simple mistake after hours of sexually charged training and discipline.

“No, I’ll let that one slide.” Delilah smirked that she still held all the cards. She enjoyed toying with Jamie and offering her friendly advice only to knock her back down. She liked how Jamie seemed to want to confide in her but needed a little shove. She felt Jamie was even easier to manipulate than her twisted Aunt. She would offer an unexpected kindness and see if she could gain the girls trust.

“I just well, we didn’t start out with the intention that things should get so sexual and twisted. This began as a way to give the guys payback after we sort of put them through the ringer.”

Chris had already confided in Delilah this story from his perspective but she let Jamie talk about how she felt guilty for humiliating her father and brother and looking down on them. Her brother had seemed like a loser at school and she hadn’t defended him. Delilah made ‘tsk, tsk’ noises as if she thought that was terrible and added “We’re home schooled so I don’t know what that is like.” In truth, Delilah had been to public school before and she also knew she would have mocked her own brothers without a second thought but she felt there was no point in ruining the girl’s story by pointing out those details.

Jamie explained how at first her mom and her had plotted how to end the agreed upon slavery early while still giving the men the satisfaction of payback. That she hadn’t expected to learn so much about herself and change. She mentioned how she was worried she’d be kicked out of school and what that might mean to her. Jamie explained how the hormone pills, and the constant discomfort of the piercings and the steady diet of discipline all seemed to mix together into a perfect storm and blow her away.

Delilah wasn’t sure what Jamie was trying to say but warned her, “Keep that finger ALL the way up your asshole, don’t let it drop out.” She wasn’t sure if any would actually come out when they got to the Taylor house but she enjoyed watching Jamie uncomfortably dig in her ass with her finger none the less. “Go on and continue, I think I see where you are going with this.”

Jamie rambled a little more about how she had mixed feelings about what she had been doing. She admitted some times to genuinely enjoying her predicament and how the white-alert had begun more as a way to scare Mrs. Waxerman away. That amused Delilah and she pointed out they must not know her Aunt very well if they thought they could get rid of her that easily.

“That is the thing – the more we played with her head, the more she dug herself into our couch and begged us to continue even though she acted disgusted.” Delilah only nodded her head as Jamie told her that.

“What happened was all of these shared experiences at the pool party, today at the flea market, the county fair and with your Aunt, they’ve made us come together more as a family. I think on some level it isn’t about sexual pleasure as much as it is this exciting adventure and we are all on it together.”

“Sounds like fun” Delilah was disappointed she hadn’t dug up any dirt on the girl. She wanted to hear her plans to run away or something she could use to blackmail her but Jamie had come across like a Polly-Anna Pureheart type who was confused but determined to see it all through and bring her family together.

“You know my brothers are completely in love with you.” Delilah abandoned her previous line of question for another. It was more a tactic to avoid feeling sympathy for the brave girl than it was to uncover secrets.

“Oh?” Jamie sounded genuinely flattered about the boys who only fifteen minutes earlier had dog piled her ass.

“Don’t be coy with me Jamie Taylor. You had them in the palm of your hand tonight.”

“That is true, I think I had each of them in the palms of my hands at one point- and my mouth, and my ass Ma’am”. Jamie answered with a good natured poke at her situation.

Delilah grinned at the gallows humor. She had spent hours talking to Chris the day before and found him to have just as many layers to his personality. Delilah noting they were almost to the Taylor House asked if Jamie was nervous.

“No Ma’am, I was more nervous someone would pass by and I’d have to explain myself.” Jamie admitted truthfully. Her father and brother could be harsh but she was looking forward to the predictability of how they ran the household. The adventure she had just had was eye opening but she took solace in knowing what she was going to get from Bill and Chris – The Devil you know versus the one you don’t.

“Oh pish-tosh,” Delilah could come across as sassy and street smart but she still had some of Mrs. Waxerman’s country speech which surprisingly didn’t sound completely out of place coming from such a young girl. If one peered into her dark ravenesque eyes, most would come away with the opinion she was an old soul - the rest might come away with the impression she was Wednesday from the Addam’s Family.

Jamie considered Delilah’s comment curiously.

“Oh don’t give me that naïve look. I know all about Bradley Jenkins.” Delilah looked away so as to hide the growing smile of anticipation on her own face. Then after letting Jamie think about that statement she turned to add “What do you think your brother and I talked about at the pool party yesterday? – You! dear girl.”

They walked in silence for the rest of the way up Jamie’s driveway. Jamie explained as she stepped out of her bikini at the door that she was required to be naked but realized half way through awkwardly stepping out of the tiny string bikini that Delilah had expected nothing less. Delilah whispered, “Keep your finger up your ass until we get to the kitchen. Your family probably doesn’t know I am well aware of the white protocol, so let’s keep that between you and me.”

Jamie wanted to ask if Chris had told her how he wouldn’t know but she decided against it when she saw her mom.

Wendy was naked and standing on two chairs positioned in the living room farther than shoulder’s width apart. Her hands were bound in either direction over her head so that she was making a human “X”. She had a ring-gag in her mouth with a long strand of drool dripping out of it and on to her bare chest. Her body had fresh whip marks all over it and there was a cat of nine-tails inserted handle-first up her ass. The suede strips of cloth from the whip giving the impression of a bushy tail. Wendy’s eyes went wide when the two girls walked in signaling their presence, and it had heightened her humiliation.

“Hi Mrs. Taylor, I see you are a little tied up at the moment.” Delilah teased with the practiced tone of someone who was used to being a total smart-ass. She acted as if Wendy’s naked and precarious pose on the chairs was completely normal.

Wendy had a pained expression on her face and it looked as if she too might have been crying for some time. Her hair was out of place, her makeup had been running and she looked as if she had gone through a painful ordeal of her own. “I am just bringing your daughter home, any idea where your wonderful Son and handsome husband might be?”

Wendy mumbled through the gag trying to enunciate something and Delilah only stifled a giggle. “Sounds like you got marbles in your mouth.”

Chris walked casually out of the kitchen holding a Pepsi “Oh, we had wondered if you were going to eventually come home.” to his sister. Her dad followed next, naked from the waist down. He stopped in embarrassment and began to walk back into the kitchen.

“Oh don’t worry about it Mr. Taylor. I know I caught you while you were probably getting ready for bed. I just wanted to make sure your daughter came straight home and tell you what a delightful girl she was and how she is welcome around our house any time.” Delilah’s country accent couldn’t have sounded more inviting and sweet right then.

“Well thank you so much.” Bill maneuvered his hand casually in front of his semi-hard penis as he turned back to face the girls.

Delilah smirked that she had made him self-conscious, “It looks like her momma is just as naughty as she is.” turning to consider Wendy Taylor shifting her weight on the balls of her feet, struggling not to fall off the chairs.

“Yeah, you just missed her attitude adjustment. We were doing a fairly extended affirmation.” Chris answered casually.

Delilah asked what an affirmation was and he explained how they were given frequently to motivate the girls and keep them focused on discipline and appreciating the privileges they had given up.

“So she actually thanks you for keeping her like this, and spanking her behind does she?” Delilah’s country accent became even more antebellum and exaggerated like a Georgia peach when talking to Chris. Her eyes lit up when Chris explained the principles behind making the girls think about their shortcomings and show appreciation for the direction they were getting. “Well, that sounds like something to see. I may just have to ask you to spank MY behind some Sunday evening if I am ever in need of your particular kind of motivation.” her smile was sexy.

“That can definitely be arranged. Can I ask why my sister has her finger up her own ass or shall I guess?” Chris was enjoying Delilah’s attention (and apparent admiration) and didn’t want her to go home right away.

“You sure can be direct,” Delilah flirted. “You may just have to ask her that in her next affirmation.” Delilah paused before adding as she excused herself.“I probably shouldn’t be intruding on y’all’s ‘family time’.”

Chris asked abruptly “If you can stay for ten more minutes, we have to do a quick affirmation with Sis and then we’ve got to go out tonight. I’d love to show you.”

Delilah turned with the graceful precision of someone who had been practiced in charm school and proper manners to ask “You sure it isn’t an imposition?” She even glanced up at Wendy with her hands strung up on hooks in the ceiling as if to wait for her consent as well.

“Not at all” Chris answered before considering his dad.

“I should probably put some sweat pants on.” Bill muttered under his breath to himself feeling disarmed in front of a fully clothed Delilah and his son.

“I have three younger brothers, Sir. you ain't got nothing I taint never seen before.” Delilah’s saucy side came out as she added with another glance “Although you are a might bit bigger than they are, you don’t have nothin’ to be ‘shamed of.” for his benefit. She was as welcome as anyone could be after that comment as far as Bill was concerned.

“Get in the first position slut, so our guest can observe your affirmation.” Bill ordered his daughter without hesitation.

Delilah cautioned him “You may want to do this in the kitchen over the tile. She brought home a little present from the Waxerman boys. Bill was only delighted to oblige and marched Jamie into the kitchen leaving Wendy alone in the living room balancing naked on the two wooden chairs.

Bill and Chris sat down at the kitchen table and folded their arms. “Go on and show me what you brought home, Ass face” he ordered.

Delilah grinned into a giggle as she heard the pet name ‘Ass face’. She was enjoying this already. Delilah took a seat with the guys at the table to watch Jamie’s cum-uppance.

Jamie nervously took her finger out of her ass and squatted over the tile floor while they laughed at her.

“What are you doing?” Chris asked patiently.

“I am squatting so I can drip the cum out of my ass hole Sir?” Jamie’s answer sounded more like a question of uncertainty.

“I can see that ass face. I am wondering why your legs aren’t apart further so we can see your piss flaps, and you haven’t stuck your Butterfinger in your mouth to clean it off? You are just waving it in the air like it will clean itself.” Chris belittled his sister’s dutiful performance.

Delilah patted Chris on the knee with a laugh “Oh Butterfinger, that is rich. I’ll have to tell my brother’s about that one.”

Jamie had nervously stuck the finger she had up her ass into her mouth to suck it clean. It wasn’t covered in shit, her ass had been reamed so many times that it was probably squeaky clean - but the act of licking her own finger clean was still humiliating and a crisp burn to her ego. She parted her legs as wide as she could as she faced the kitchen table so that the piercing on her clit hung down slightly and her pussy lips parted just slightly.

“Here let me use my phone, I can send you a video and you can let them watch if they want.” Chris repeated the line about the Butterfinger once he had his phone in video record mode.

“IF you think it’s appropriate your brother’s see this.” Bill sounded unsure about it. They had promised they wouldn’t share tapes of the girls back when this began but so many people had video of the girls at the football game or the fair that it was kind of moot now.

“Doctor Hooker and them deposited that cum up your daughter’s tight butthole, so I guess talking about it won’t be any problem Sir” Delilah answered with her sweet delta burke drawl.

“You got any to deposit on the tile or are you going to make us wait here all night?” Bill growled impatiently at his daughter.

“Yes Sir, I am trying” Jamie pleaded. It was obvious she was trying to force something out because her cunt lips seemed to breathe on their own as if she was doing kegel exercises.

“I thought it would come gushing out, I sure hope she didn’t drip it out on the way home. I think you’d really appreciate how much was packed up there.” Delilah smirked.

It made a kind of sense to Jamie on some level that she had to explicitly say ‘cum’ but that the others were allowed the privilege of being able to refer to the white sauce as “it” and in general terms. They weren’t the ones being disciplined and humbled after all.

“Do we have to get your mother down and get her in here to suck it out of your asshole, Ass face?” Bill didn’t care one way or the other but he was trying to assert his control. He was watching Delilah’s reaction to his comments to see if that was over the line with her. She only smiled back when Jamie pleaded that she just needed more time.

“Well just don’t shit on the tile or you WILL be licking that up if you embarrass us in front of our guest.” Jamie wasn’t sure if that was something they could order according to the rules but as many dirty cocks and fingers as she had washed with her own ass butter it wouldn’t have surprised her if they did.

There was finally a tiny ‘queef’ sound as air trapped in her pussy released and she was able to pucker her asshole to squirt a tiny amount of cum onto the tile.

“Gross, it was like giving a mustard bottle a squeeze.” Chris commented with a laugh and Delilah nodded that it was exactly like that – sound and everything. “Is that all?” The three of them sitting at the table facing her – heckling her like an audience disgusted by her performance heightened Jamie’s humiliation but didn’t lessen her resolve to obey.

“I think it may have been too much liquid sir, it isn’t dropping out.” Jamie pouted. She offered a guess based on her recent introduction to anal sex.

“Look at that little dab of cum. It looks like someone spit on the ground. Get down on your hands and knees and put your hands behind your back with your nose directly in it. Who fucked you up the ass tonight, Sis?” Chris asked sadistically.

“I was fucked in the ass by Doctor Hooker, Jimmy, Gordon and Ezekial Waxerman also from the pool party.”

“You mean the Pooper Snoopers don’t you?” Bill never liked that nickname the women had given the boys before they knew who they were.

“Yes Sir, we used to call them the pooper snoopers, because they were always in our backyard snooping around and they wouldn’t tell us their names. I am sorry if that is offensive to them, and I apologize to Delilah as well.” Jamie sounded truly repentant as she shifted herself around so that she could support herself with her knees as she faced her ass towards her father and lowered herself down so that the very tip of her elf-like nose rested in the slicky-drippy mess on the tile floor.

“I don’t see eighty dollars here. Let me guess - you fucked them for free like usual?”

“Yes sir, but there were..” Jamie was cut off by her father before she could explain.

“God dammit! We cannot offer this poor girl anything but ice water as a guest in our home! We are so fucking tight on money right now.” Making no mention of the ice cold beer he had on the table next to him or his son’s Pepsi. “You are out spreading that ass for people and deciding to give it away for FREE? Who owns that ass?” Bill knew there was a fine line between angry rants and sounding like he was in control and right now he felt was right on the edge.

“You and my brother, Sir. You own my asshole, cunt, mouth, tits and I am your whore.” Jamie winced in anguish at having to admit it out loud – even though she had many times since her ordeal began.

“We even made special exceptions for you so you could keep your precious virginity. Yet, you could not follow one simple instruction – that was to charge each person who fucks you in that blessed crease of skin you call an asshole of yours for twenty measly dollars. Admittedly, that is probably more than it is worth now that you and your mother have worked the flea market.” He added wryly.

“Yes sir but..” Jamie started to answer again seriously.

“The only butt I see here is the fat one you are wiggling around that you gave away for free tonight while wasting our time making us wait for you to get home?” Bill’s anger was smoldering.

Chris took over when things got heated during affirmations. They were not supposed to be shouting matches and Bill sat down without saying another word. The two were working well as a tag team and had developed a sort of rhythm in how they delivered affirmations – you might almost call it good cop/bad cop except it was more sadist cop/sadist cop.

“You were going to tell us why you let them fuck you up the ass for free. Do you think we are going to forgive you or punish you when we hear your explanation, Ass face?” Chris asked with an aura of confidence and collected calm.

“You told me before I left to come home with my ass full of cum, Sir.” Jamie answered pleadingly almost in tears. She normally didn’t break so easily and remained positive and cheery. She was obviously overly stimulated on many levels and Chris was enjoying her vulnerability.

He had a switch at the kitchen table (they were located strategically throughout the house for these occasions). He reached for it and in a fluid motion delivered two strikes across her back. “I don’t think you are listening. I asked you a question.”

“No sir, I don’t think you will be happy with my answer and you will probably want to punish me. I do have to tell the truth though and that is what I was trying to do.” Jamie was shaking slightly after the swatting she just received and her noble upturned nose was turning slightly red from its position in the slimy goo on the floor.

“Tell us the truth then and we’ll see if a punishment is warranted.” Chris sounded patient and understanding.

Jamie shortly summarized how after finishing at Doctor Hooker’s house she came over to ask for punishment per the agreement she had made to avoid a punishment card at home and all the events leading up to this point.

“You mean you could have been punished here, but you CHOSE to come to our house and ask for punishment? Oh you are a glutton for punishment aren’t you?” Delilah chortled.

“I wasn’t sure what might be on the card, and I had a feeling I knew that whatever it was would be harsher than what your Aunt had in mind for me.” Jamie answered.

Delilah shook her head in disbelief. She felt that Jamie wasn’t being truly honest but Chris and Bill didn’t pick up on that subtext and wanted to run the affirmation themselves. Delilah would have explored if Jamie was just stupid or was secretly looking forward to a trip to the Waxerman house for punishment – which is what she suspected.

“Did I hear you correctly that you came home four hours AFTER the job was complete from your punishment and the person we explicitly told you to ask for it wasn’t even there?” Chris sounded agitated himself although that was probably something of an act. He delighted in these affirmations.

“Yes sir, Delilah was the one who administered the punishment. They gave me fifty lashes with the rod to the ass.”

“Just 50 lashes? And that took all night?” Chris was in disbelief.

“They made me go over why I was being punished, and then pushed a broom handle up my ass so that the switch would not slice into my butthole.” Jamie flirted with explaining about the fact Delilah knew what ‘white alert’ meant. She hated keeping secrets and telling lies and it had always backfired on her so far but she also decided it wasn’t really relevant and justified not mentioning it.

There was a pause as if waiting for more and Jamie added “If I got turned on during the punishment then I was to beg all four of them to fuck me in the ass and come home and admit what a dirty slut I am for getting turned on by my punishment.”

“Let me guess – you pulled a Jamie at some point?”

Delilah laughed ‘Pulled a Jamie? That is probably the best description for what she did on my Aunt’s rug. She waited until the very last second when she was cleaning off the broom handle with her mouth to start the show.”

Bill calmly explained “I appreciate you telling us your version and as a guest in our house you don’t know this but the affirmation is only effective if the girls answer the questions.” Bill had a fairly good mental image of Jamie’s uncontrollable orgasm-spasms.

Delilah apologized and Jamie confirmed that was what happened. “Delilah had agreed to walk me home wearing a bikini like the one I had on and beg for her own punishment if I didn’t get turned on because she was so sure I would get off on my misery and humiliation.”

“Did you really intend to do that?” Chris had a whole new profound respect for Delilah.

“I thought only the girls on trial were supposed to talk,” she teased as she lifted her shirt to reveal “FOR CHRIS” and an arrow in black on her tummy. “We Waxerman’s are many things, but we always keep our word Sir” she admitted playfully.

Chris’s eyes got wide as he continued to watch the girl’s smiling face after she dropped the shirt down to cover her stomach again. “Hey, it wouldn’t be my first beating. I’ve lived with my Aunt for years, and before that well let’s just say that our family can be strict and leave it at that. I was pretty sure your darling slut was going to fail anyway.”

“I really wish I had seen the entire thing now.” Chris’s mind was racing with wonder about when and who wrote those words on her stomach and why his name was featured specifically.

“What and spoil your sister’s affirmation. It seems to me you are enjoying her recounting just how hard my brother’s fucked her ass on my Aunt’s loveseat?”

“Mrs. Waxerman doesn’t even know you guys did that?” Chris sounded ecstatic wondering what Mrs. Waxerman will do when she smells sex in the fabric of her furniture and imagining the look of consternation on her face.

“Shall I get naked and deliver an affirmation? Otherwise these questions should be delivered at your sister shouldn’t they?” Delilah was being coy as she reminded them of Bill’s earlier request to let Jamie give the answers.

Chris nodded in agreement and despite his wave of confidence he had been riding since gaining authority over his mom and sister he was still too shy to see what would happen if he had said “Yes, you should get naked and join her”. He would dream about how things would have gone if he had been bold enough to order that instead of wondering if she was kidding. Instead, he seemed to lose the plot and quiet down lost in his thoughts.

“Ass face, do you want to lick up the cum that you just dribbled out of your asshole on the kitchen tile?” Bill took back over for his son who had clearly become distracted with the possibilities of their house guest.

“Yes sir, I do.”

“Why?”

“Because you want to see me do it,” Jamie answered.

“Not good enough,” Bill chided her “Why do you think we want to see you gobble that cum?”

“Because it amuses you to see me and my mom humbled and begging to lap up cum,” Jamie added “and you want to teach me to be a pleasing slut instead of a mean spirited bitch, by stripping me of my vanity and pride this way. You are educating me to appreciate when the choice would have been mine.”

“Kiss it with your lips, but don’t lick it off or swallow any.” Bill instructed and his daughter moved her face just enough to pucker and kiss the cum on the floor.

“Your brother sent you out and told you to come home with cum up your ass, but he never said to come home without the money. You won’t earn any stars for what you did and I am thinking about adding fifty stars to your sentence what do you think about that?”

“Fifty stars? Please Sir? I think that a correction is in order to discipline me, but not fifty stars!!” She was genuinely worried.

“What, you don’t like earning your stars under your brother and me?” Bill chuckled.

“No sir, I don’t enjoy it, but I accept I am being taught that to submit to someone else’s will without doing what makes me happy is my place and I’ll earn the 100 I agreed to earn.”

“So why are you in such a hurry to end your re-education?” Her dad asked her.

Jamie was quiet but her dad simply thrashing a rod in the air made her pep up. “I am sorry Sir, I was thinking about how to answer that.” With a little subtle prodding from his rod she added “A part of me sees your point.”

“And?” Bill asked impatiently while folding his arms.

“Another part of me is frightened of life like this Sir.”

“Why?” Bill was less specific in his affirmation questions than Chris was and he tended to sometimes get rambling answers but every now and then he got unexpected ones – like this.

“I will probably be kicked out of school tomorrow and if not I will still be “that girl who showed her tittys at the Rams Game” and I can never live some of what I did down. I won’t be prom queen, I won’t be head cheerleader, I won’t get to do any of those things.” Jamie sounded exasperated.

Delilah smiled graciously and ignoring Wendy’s struggles

“It is important to be Prom Queen and Head Cheerleader – why?” Bill asked feeling a little sorry for the girl at the moment.

“I am not sure, Sir.” Jamie had inherited her mother’s ‘over-achiever’ trait and some of that might have just been learned and instilled by being raised by an over-achiever but now she was so confused by the priorities that had always seemed so certain to her before.

“You have a very obedient daughter, Sir. You should be very proud.” Delilah smiled sweetly. It might have been meant as a subtle back-handed compliment or maybe she really felt that way but she stood up to excuse herself.

“I’ve really got to get home or my Aunt may wonder where I’ve been.”

“I really need to introduce you to Cathy Griffin some time. Something tells me you two will either hit it off or scratch each other’s eyes out.” Chris joked.

“I keep hearing her name,” Delilah sounded flattered. “I can show myself out, Hi Jimmy, Gordon and Zeke” she added talking into Chris’s camera phone, “Hope you are enjoying this video”. And with that she sauntered out into the living room. “Don’t get up Mrs. Taylor, I can let myself out” she said to the naked, gagged and bound woman balancing in the living room.

Chris followed after her “Wait a second, you were willing to get punished by us if my sister had lost, you aren’t willing to get punished by your Aunt if you stay a little longer?”

Chris and Delilah ignored the muffled Wendy balancing on the chair just next to them. It was obvious her muscles were aching and she was straining to remain in position.

“Well, I think I completed my aim by getting her here, I should be going.”

“Stick around, you can help get my mom and sister ready to go out tonight. We could use your help!”

“Oh you could, could you? Well I suppose a Waxerman is always neighborly when asked the right way.” Delilah smiled graciously and ignoring Wendy’s struggles, the two returned to the kitchen.

“So cum-bum, are you turned on right now?” Chris asked his sister as they returned to the kitchen.

“A little all the time sir, because of the piercings,” Jamie pouted.

“Not because you were turned on by having Delilah here?” He dabbed a finger along her pussy lips and sniffed it.

“I don’t know sir.” Jamie was overstimulated both mentally and physically.

“Well, she is now officially a key-holder to you and mom.” Chris said flatly.

“That’s right gracious of you, what exactly is that?”

Chris said he would explain all the details about the hierarchy of command they had worked out a little later but right now he needed to get the girls ready for a ‘night out’.

“Oh that does sound like fun” Delilah grinned as he whispered the destination in her ear. “I have a few ideas” she giggled conspiratorially.

“Let me show you the routine we usually have to go through to get these two sluts ready to leave the house and you can give me some pointers” Chris smiled. He was absolutely smitten with Delilah.

Delilah looked casually over at Bill’s erection and wondered if he might just be a bit too.

“Wicked” she said with a smile.

The Family Feud IV

Chapter Thirteen

“Ample Parking In the Rear”

STAR COUNT:

WENDY: 51

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 5,3,0,0,1

JAMIE: 59

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 4,3,0,0,0

The Taylor men had hit upon several effective ideas in how they trained the Taylor women. One of them had been the use of routines and rituals in everyday life. The morning routine had at first seemed brutal, extreme and even tedious but as it became repeated it had started to become their version of 'normal'.

They did vary the routine at times but they found the girls responded best to structure. The girl’s seemed to accept even the most humiliating activity if they had done it enough. Delilah’s presence as an active participant had added the fear of the unknown to the mix and the girls were noticeably uneasy.

When Bill and Chris were satisfied that Jamie’s affirmation had given sufficient thanks for her supervision and training they had her crawl into the living room with her mother.

Wendy had been humiliated many times by an audience of leering men in the last weeks. She had not counted on how painful being ignored while she humiliated herself could feel. Each time people walked by as if she didn’t exist and just left the room without so much as a glance she had felt humiliation. It was a different kind than the embarrassment she felt when her skirt flew up or someone grabbed her tit.

This new feeling of humiliation from being ignored was more subtle. Wendy wondered if part of her own vanity wasn’t just offended that she hadn’t warranted even a maniacal wringing of the hands and a “Mwuahahahah” from the guys. She didn’t want to let on to Chris and Bill that treating her like an object or a fixture to be ignored had made her feel this way. She also knew her daughter might spill the beans if she confided in her so she just pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind while the guys helped her down after untying her wrists from the hooks in the ceiling beams.

They left her ring gag in and Bill slapped her hand when she instinctively attempted to break a long string of saliva that had dripped down her bare chest.

“Oh I didn’t see the tail. That IS cute.” Delilah gave a swish to the suede cat of nine tails emerging from Wendy’s ass like the bushy cotton tail of a rabbit. Bill had bought several tailed whips ranging from doggy tails to horse tails to this one - It seemed most appropriate to Delilah.

Wendy’s taut body was bruised, cut and now she was shivering as her muscles reacted to being freed from her captivity but she made no attempt to stop Delilah from playing with the whip-tail.

“Yeah, it’s neat.” Chris plopped it out of his mother’s ass revealing a full 7 inches of glistening wooden rod and then pushed it into the O-ring in his mother’s gag, “It fits in both”

“Well not all the way” Delilah said with a grin.

“Mom can take all seven inches!” Chris seemed determined to show her that the length of the rod could go much further down his mother’s throat while she murmured in a panic.

Bill caught his arm “We really need to get going”

“Yeah, that’s true…okay play time is over, Sorry Mom.” Chris’s tone implied he was cutting of his mother’s recreation time as he removed the gag and the two inches of the whip handle he had inserted in her mouth.

“Where did you get all these neat play things?” Delilah was impressed with the assemblage of paddles, chains and dildos that seemed to be spread out around the house like kids might do on Christmas day when they first unwrap their gifts.

“Actually we just bought them.” Chris answered as he unfastened the last snap from his mother’s gag.

“I thought you were broke?” Delilah sounded confused and a little concerned.

“Who do you think was too lazy to tell us we were running out of money?” Bill sounded cross as he slapped his wife on the ass with a leather strap that was handy. “Get on the floor and kiss your daughter’s lips, or aren’t you glad to see her?”

Wendy didn’t hesitate to get on the floor and press her lips to Jamie who was being walked like a puppy behind Delilah. She could instantly taste the sticky cum on her daughter’s lips and wondering the origin only made it even more creepy.

“So what is first on the agenda?” Delilah had her hands on her hips.

“We usually let them piss and shit first. In the morning we use a litter box, but because it’s dark outside they can just use the backyard.” Chris answered plainly.

“Oh my, how beastly!” Delilah her voice caught half way between amusement and shock.

Chris started to offer an apology about how they were in control of every aspect of the girls and it was a natural body function but Delilah stopped him, “It’s okay Chris, I guess there are just some things about your deviousness I am still finding out is all. I saw your sister do way more disgusting things the last two days. I am just sorry my brother’s aren’t here to watch it – they love this sort of thing.”

“You still have your camera phone?” Chris offered helpfully.

“That I do.” Delilah took the phone out of her back pocket, “But isn’t that what girly-girl got in trouble for? Not going when she was given the chance?” Delilah bent down to give a playful tickle to Jamie’s chin. “You can’t just let the two of them wander around in the yard all willy-nilly and trust them to not beg to go five minutes later can you, sweet-ums?”

Chris was in awe of Delilah’s personal presence and even though he knew the honey in her accent was a form of manipulation – he was liking being manipulated. He shrugged a concession that he wanted to hear Delilah’s idea.

“Well, let’s give them both an enema and a douche at the same time so they can clean out their bottom cavities, while they brush their teeth and clean out the mouths that seem to have given them the most trouble.”

“A douche?” Chris had used that word a hundred times with his friends and always associated it with an insult or a playful term of affection.

Delilah could tell Chris had no idea what one was and she smiled, “Well, it’s an awful lot like an enema except it’s going to clean out their sweaty pussies. If you have a little vinegar I’ll mix up something. Do you want to meet me in the bathroom, Sugar?”

Chris was already leading the girls upstairs on all fours as he smiled back his approval.

Bill looked at Delilah as Chris led the girls away, “Should I just go put some pants on?” Even Bill had naturally acquiesced to Delilah without being consciously aware of it.

“Now if you do that honey, what will the girls use for tooth brushes? Why don’t you follow them up there and put a little Aquafresh on there for them and I’ll be up directly.” She brushed the tip of his half-erect cock with her hand and Bill lit up with a smile as his cock reacted to her intentional teasing.

She was carefully balancing her assertive personality with Bill’s ego so that he still felt like he was calling all the shots.

When Delilah walked into the upstairs bathroom holding several warmed plastic bottles, both Chris and Bill had their pants off. Jamie was squatting and sucking off her father while her mother worked on Chris.

“I take it you put enough tooth paste on your peckers for them to get a good brush?” Delilah smirked. Chris and Bill only nodded. Chris was holding his mother by the ears and Bill was actively fucking his daughter’s mouth up and down on his cock.

“Can I get you two to sit on the sink counter, so I can bend over ‘Thing One’ and ‘Thing Two’ here?” Delilah asked. The men silently led the girls with their hands as they sat themselves down so the women’s backs were bent. They knew what was coming next and both of them had their legs apart.

“I have a feeling these should slide right in.” Delilah giggled as she first inserted an enema nozzle into Wendy’s ass. She gave it a pat and said, “Wiggle your butt so I know it’s in their good.” Wendy wiggled and it waggled like a puppy dog tail, “Oh good girl, you are fun!” Delilah slapped Wendy’s ass playfully.

She repeated the process for Jamie, “Okay Stinker-butt, I know you have had so much packed into your heiney tonight that you may not even feel it.” as she pushed the enema nozzle in with a twist and gave it a squeeze to start the slow trickle of water into her bowels. Jamie could only murmur in reply while her father fucked her face.

Delilah proceeded to squat down and squirt a little of her homemade douche on the Taylor women’s clit hoods, before angling the nozzles into their pussies and pushing them inside. She was certain she heard Wendy moan.

“Should we cum?” Bill asked in all seriousness.

“Do you want to cum?” Delilah responded playfully.

Bill didn’t answer as he rapidly began to throat-fuck his daughter and with a, “Take it bitch…ah,-ah..ah..” he pulled out.

“Don’t swallow yet.” Delilah reminded Jamie with a swat to the ass.

“Oh they know to wait for permission to gobble our cum.” Chris said with a serious tone.

“Are you enjoying it, or is it just not making you cum?” Delilah asked Chris who was pumping his mother’s face at a nice regular pace.

“I take a long time to come.” Chris answered without hesitation.

“Maybe they just aren’t doing it right, can I try something?” Delilah was already standing him back up and gently easing Wendy up so that the enema and douche she was receiving didn’t fall out. Delilah put one finger behind Chris’s bare ass and tapped on his asshole playfully while staring at him with her vixen-like blue eyes.

He came almost instantly and more than he had ever had to that point in time. His mother who had fancied herself fairly experienced at deep throating almost gagged trying to hold it all in her mouth.

“Here let me get this on camera.” Delilah had her pocket camera out and faced towards the faces of the two humiliated women, “You two swap what you got in your mouth with a nice passionate kiss between mother and daughter.”

Jamie and Wendy had made out several times with each other were a little shy at first, but after awkwardly putting their heads together embraced and passionately began to French kiss.

“Don’t’ swallow any of it.” Delilah warned as she held up the camera.

“Too late, Ma’am” Wendy offered her open mouth, “I think some of it dissolved in our mouths, I am sorry!” she seemed genuinely apologetic and her voice sounded cracked and strained.

“Oh, just admit you are a cum-gobbler and you wanted to swallow the spunk in your mouth, Mrs. Taylor.” Delilah said playfully while holding the camera on Wendy’s face.

“I am a cum-gobbler and wanted to swallow my son’s and husband’s spunk, and you may call me Cow-tits if you like Ma’am.” Wendy answered submissively like she would during an affirmation.

“Why is that, Cow-tits?” Delilah impishly responded.

“Mrs. Taylor is a sign of respect and authority, and as you can see from my station around here, I am only worthy of scorn and ridicule. My son and husband have decided to refer to me as Cow-tits because of the fake boobs I paid for with money I could have used to help support our household instead of satisfying my vanity.”

“Oh those are a lot of big-words, care to rephrase for my brothers?” Delilah held the camera out to emphasize her point.

Wendy was almost to her breaking point where she felt she might cry, but at the last moment she took a deep breath and started to rephrase, “Sirs, if you are watching this then you know I am the naughty woman who you saw in the back…oh god, oh god!!” Wendy started to reach behind her arms flailing for the enema bottle in a panic.

“No, no keep it in!” Delilah started to put down the phone but Chris got behind his mom and sister and pushed the enema bottles back up their squirming bottles. Jamie too was in anguish and grunting.

“You don’t mind a little of My Auntie’s hot-sauce tonic up your stinky backside do you, Ass Face is it?” Delilah resumed her interview.

“No Mistress, you are just opening me up back there so that everything comes out. Thank for the concern for my comfort.” Jamie gritted her teeth as she sucked her breath in with her teeth. Her face was turning red and she was still jerking slightly.

“Mistress is it now?” Delilah grinned sheepishly.

“Yes Mistress, as a key-holder under green protocol that is the appropriate title of respect. I don’t think my mom realized that, so please forgive her for being more casual about your title.” Jamie couldn’t help but tattle-tale on her mom’s lack of protocol even in her struggles. There was something about following rules and playing ‘fair’ that compelled her to tell even on herself and she did it so instinctively.

“Stop your squirming and put each of your hands on each other’s boobs. Then say something thoughtful to each of my brothers. Call them each by name. They will get a kick out of that.” Delilah ignored Jamie’s casual admittance of her mother’s wrong doing - She was having fun and could punish them later.

The girls were bent over slightly at the waist with their legs apart, while Chris and Bill both held the enema and douche nozzles in place tightly. Their asses were still wiggling involuntarily from the hot-sauce mixed into their enema water sending spasms of pain down their thighs. They clung to each other’s tits with their faces pressed cheek to cheek.

“Um, Hi Jimmy Sir.” Jamie went first, “I hope you are enjoying watching us get ready to go out tonight. I don’t know where we are going but it’s not up to me.”

“BORING!” Delilah turned off the camera and started to slap Jamie’s face before stopping herself when she saw Jamie didn’t flinch away. “Cow Tits, say something cuter to Jimmy.” Delilah started recording again as she pointed the camera at Wendy.

“Hi uh Jimmy Sir, this is Cow-tits from the backyard, you are probably wondering why we are wiggling so funny. That is because we have hot-water enemas and they are really uncomfortable.” Wendy pleaded “But I hope you and your brothers are laughing.”

“Good job Cow-tits” Delilah patted her head like a puppy and laughed while inserting her own face into the camera frame before turning it back to Jamie who was in the process of grimacing from a cramp caused by the enema.

“Hi Gordon Sir, this is Ass Face, Jamie Taylor. I just wanted to thank you for fucking my ass so hard tonight. I showed my father and brother the cum you left inside of me, and um I am not sure what else to say.” Jamie seemed unsure of herself. She suddenly heard a groan of pain come from her mom and looked quickly in her direction before catching herself and focusing back on Delilah and the cellphone.

Chris smacked her ass hard “Say cheese!” he started to yank the enema out but Delila stopped him.

Delilah quickly added, “You want to leave it in for a few minutes to get maximum benefit. Let’s finish the videos for my brothers and then we’ll let them get in the shower and start washing their hair and upper bodies. You just make sure that the nozzles don’t come out until it’s time.

“Cheese!” Jamie said with a forced smile that anyone could see had pain behind it. Suddenly an overwhelming cramp hit Jamie and she fell to her knees holding her stomach as the enema had its hideous effect. She let slip out “Oh God” as the cramp reached its peak and her body shook with the pain and the need to void herself of the vile liquid inside her.

Suddenly there was a loud scream of pain from Wendy as she suffered an intense intestinal cramp as well. She didn’t fall to her knees like Jamie had but it was obvious her screams were of agony. Bill and Chris looked at each other and then to Delilah who was just standing there smiling as she admired her handiworks effects on the two poor women.

Finally Chris made a sound like he was clearing his throat, “Uhhhhh, shouldn’t we remove the nozzles and let them shit now?”

Delilah smiled sweetly at Chris, “No but they can get in the shower and shampoo their hair and was themselves from the waist up. I’ll tell you when to have them take the nozzle out of their ass.”

Jamie looked over at her father who’s mouth was open in disbelieve at the site he had just seen. Jamie’s squirming and groaning could almost have been mistaken for a Jamigasm if it hadn’t been for the intense look of pain on her face. When she saw Bill nod his head to what Delilah had just said to do, she struggled up into position, still holding her left hand on her stomach. She moved in the direction of the shower and noticed that her mom wasn’t moving. She turned and took the step towards her mom to enable her to grab her hand. She gently pulled her mom up as she said, “Come on mom.”

Jamie had to half pull her mom into the tub. Wendy was still focused on the seemingly neverending cramps in her gut. Jamie turned the water on and helped maneuver her mom under the water. She got her mom’s hair wet and then started washing it. It took her a few minutes to wash her mother’s hair because she had to stop from the intense stomach cramps several times. It seemed though that Wendy was having a worse time of it though as she never seemed to get a break from the ever increasing pain the cramps were causing. If she hadn’t been in the shower, you could have seen the tears streaming down her cheeks from the pain she was enduring.

Finally Jamie finished working the shampoo into her mom’s hair and then rinsing it out. She immediately began to wash the rest of her mom’s upper body. They had done this enough that it didn’t take long until her mom was clean from the waist up, including her fake tits. When she had turned her mother around to make sure the soap was all washed off, she experienced another spasm in her gut that doubled her over. It didn’t last long though and she quickly stood up and ducked her hair under the water. She quickly got the shampoo and poured a good amount into the palm of her hand. She stepped back from the water and rubbed her hands together and then began to work the shampoo into her hair. She had just worked up a lather into about half her hair when she had another very bad cramp like she had earlier. She fell to her hands and knees and actually screamed out her agony from the stomach cramp the enema was causing.

When Jamie’s intestinal cramp began to ease, she realized that her hair was being lathered by someone. She just concentrated on getting through the painful cramp in her gut as whoever it was finished her hair and washed the rest of her from the waist up. She was too unfocused to realize that Wendy had finally been able to get up and help her. She didn’t know how long it had been but finally the pain eased enough for her to stand up. When she did she turned in the water to wash the soap off of her body, still suffering small aftershocks of cramping. She felt as if another big one would come any second so she tried to hurry.

If the mother and daughter had been aware they would have heard Delilah finally telling Bill and Chris that it was time to let them expel the enemas. Bill immediately looked into the shower and had to call Jamie’s name twice before she finally responded after the third time because of her concentration on ignoring the severe pain she was experiencing. The fact she had only had to very large cramps that dropped her to her knees wasn’t because she wasn’t having painful cramps, it was just because she was concentrating so hard on ignoring them to complete her tasks that the pain had kind of faded into the background. Finally she heard her name the third time and it registered so she turned to look at Bill, “Pull your mother’s nozzle out of her ass and let her relieve herself. Be sure you clean the nozzle with your mouth when you do. As Wendy began to groan in relief as the pressure forced her to completely clean out her backside, Delilah held her camera phone just inside the door of the shower and ordered, “Say hi to Gordon Wendy”.

Wendy was about to say something to Gordon for Delilah’s phone video when Chris put Jamie’s enema nozzle into his mother’s mouth. She hadn’t even noticed that Chris had reached into the shower and yanked out her daughter’s nozzle. She glanced at Jamie who at that moment was also putting the nozzle to her enema in her mouth and sucking it clean. She sighed in relief from the enema being evacuated even though she had the nasty tasting nozzle in her mouth which she automatically began sucking on like a small cock as soon as it was put into her mouth.

“Wow, the old switcheroo.” Delilah observed as Chris led his mother over to the downpour of water coming from the showerhead after her enema had been expelled. “Yeah, you know how it’s not as bad to smell your own farts? I figure it’s better if they have to clean each other’s nasty nozzles.”

“Absolutely heinous!” there was a happy zeal about the way Delilah said that which reminded them all of her Aunt. Her Aunt had a habit of sounding disgusted but remaining fascinated and Delilah took it one step further by simply seeming fully in approval. “Tell Zeke why you have to clean off your mother’s enema nozzle after it’s been up her stinky keister for five minutes, Ass Face?”

“Well Zeke, because I am a three hole slut and so is my mother and when someone puts something up our asses, it’s only fair that they use our mouths to clean it instead of dirtying a rag or paper towel. It’s just my tongue and I...” Jamie sounded too positive and cheerful for Delilah’s taste so she stuck the enema in her mouth before she could give one of her detailed affirmation answers.

“Whats next?” Delilah asked

“Well, we usually have them shower and shave but they shaved already this morning and we are running behind.” Chris offered.

“Step in ladies, it will all wash down the drain in the end.” Delilah indicated the filthy bottom of the bathtub with a fine layer of brown butt-water in it. The girls stepped into the shower and washed each other by hand as they did every morning. They still had the douche nozzles in their mouth as they showered their aching bodies.

“Oh that is cute” Delilah didn’t video tape the rest because she knew her brothers would be fascinated with only the gross-out aspects of the getting ready.

When the girls stepped out they were given towels to dry. which was a rarity, and told to be thankful that it was only since they were in a hurry.

They were told to put on more makeup than normal. The guys had purchased the most trailer park blue eye-shadow and cheap drug-store cherry lipstick for them when this began. Delilah was amused at how cheap it was.

“Actually, that lipstick though is supposed to be all day lipstick” Wendy corrected instinctively “So I can give blowjobs and it not um, you know rub off as much and smear.”

“Very practical” Delilah sounded condescending as she giggled at Wendy’s defense of the whorish makeup that clearly wasn’t her shade. “Make sure you put on a lot, how about body make up?”

Chris was the first to ask what she meant and Delilah demonstrated by patting some base powder on Jamie’s naked and dry body and then using a brush to dust over it. “You can not only cover up some of these bruises and whip marks, but you can accentuate the size of her smaller boobs by applying some concealer of different shades to give the impression of depth.” Delilah artistically began to paint Jamie’s chest while she dried her hair and applied her face make up.

“That’s really cool. Can you draw me on some abs like in 300?” Chris joked. He had to explain that in the movie they had made it seem like everyone who lived in Sparta had a perfect six-pack abdomen using makeup.

“That is sort of the idea, if you like I can make her nipples a much redder color” Delilah pinched and twisted Jamie’s nipples with her thumb.

“Make her butthole, pussy lips and nipples all match the same color as her mother?” Bill requested trying to sound like the wise patriarch. He was no longer self-conscious about standing in the bathroom with his pants off in front of her. That was in part because his son was naked from the waist down too.

“Oh, sure!” Delilah used an eyeliner tool to apply a thin dark ring around Jamie’s pussy lips and asshole before coloring it in with a pink blush powder. “This will make it stand out and really pop” then she asked Bill and Chris to rub some body-glitter oil over the two of them.

Delilah pinched and tugged their puffy nipples and clits in order to get them to stand out more (and just demonstrate she had a fiendishly sadistic side).

When they were finally done the two girls looked like perfect naked sluts and there wasn’t a mark or blemish on their bodies.

“This is great, what should they wear?” Bill asked Delilah instinctively.

“Well not too much, you don’t want all the glitter to come off before you get there.”

Wendy and Jamie still didn’t know where “there” was, and they had been poked, prodded and talked about as if they were simply a prop that they didn’t feel they had the authority to even ask - the curiosity was killing them though.

“Actually, I think I have an overcoat cow-tits could wear, Chris do you have something?” Bill asked his son.

“A football jersey?”

“That will probably be cold in the night air on the way out there.” Bill said sounding concerned.

“And?” Chris laughed as if he could care less.

“Good point.” Bill smirked and slapped Wendy on the ass. “Let’s get them loaded up and can we drop you back off at your house?”

Delilah answered “Why thank you, you are ever so thoughtful Mr. Taylor.” In the southern genteel accent she had used when she first arrived.

Bill threw an old overcoat at his wife and tossed her some high heels which she quickly put on. “You had better thank Delilah for all the effort she put in tonight.”

“Yes Sir, thank you Mistress for cleaning us up, and painting us pretty and making our holes match. I am glad my daughter gave you and your brothers some amusement this afternoon.” Wendy got down on her knees as she delivered the line wearing only the high heels.

“Oh think nothing of it. You two are so sexy when you grovel though. I hope you are looking forward to a visit some time at our place?” Delilah’s sadistic tone was completely invisible to the guys but Wendy read the subtext completely.

“Oh Yes Mistress, I am sure that my owners will want me to visit soon.” Wendy wasn’t looking forward to it in the least but only Delilah and Jamie could pick up on the context of what she really meant by her tone.

Jamie got down on her knees next “Mistress, you’ve really outdone yourself and I suspect that I too will be visiting your house before my training is over.”

“Oh dear” Delilah took her chin in hand once again “You know you can come back over for an attitude adjustment even if your training is over. I am sure we can work out a trade” she winked at Chris and then the girls stood to dress at the door.

Wendy’s overcoat came down to her ankles and reminded her of something a flasher would wear to the park. Jamie was even worse because it was simply an oversized Cherry Lawn Trojan’s scrimmage jersey and not only did it barely cover her ass, it had been designed to go over pads and had breathing-holes in the mesh of the material.

Jamie was carrying a small leather bag with “Stuff” that they may need as they were loaded into the back of Bill’s truck.

“You can sit up front with us” Chris offered sweetly to Delilah.

“Don’t Taylor men cum first?” Delilah joked as she stepped into the back of the truck with the girls.

“You know it” Chris smiled back at her after she repeated the familiar family motto they had been drilling into the women’s head.

“Well then I’ll just stay back here with them until we get to my house. I wouldn’t want to overstep my ego or else you may have to give me a paddling.”

“That would be bad – why?” Chris chuckled flirtatiously.

Bill finally nudged his boy inside “Okay you two love-birds, we’ve got to get rolling” and with that they pulled out of the parking lot.

Delilah ordered the girls to get on all fours as she squatted next to them. “That sure is fun isn’t it?” Delilah said without a trace of her southern accent once the truck was in motion and it was just the three girls.

“Fun Mistress?” Jamie sounded confused.

“Oh you can stop the formalities for now.” Delilah explained. “Don’t bullshit a bullshitter, I see why you two agreed to be treated like little rag-dolls for the guys. It is exciting – you never know what will happen next. You like being dominated.”

Wendy turned to her “Sometimes it can be exciting but trust me; I would lick your asshole for an hour for a cup of coffee and a hot bath by myself.” Not thinking twice about how vulgar and forward it sounded.

Delilah just laughed “You two are alright. You are tough bitches and I am impressed, I want to play with you again and I won’t tell my aunt about your white alert - That will stay between us.” Delilah sounded like she was being genuinely comforting and not manipulative.

“Well thank you, mistress or um, Delilah” Jamie answered politely.

There was a quiet pause while Bill drove through the neighborhood. It was dark outside and there was no danger of them being spotted but the cool night air ran down Jamie’s back and gave her chills.

“Do you really like my son?” Wendy got up the courage to ask.

“What do you think?” Delilah answered coyly.

“I don’t know what to think. He has never had a girl take an interest in him.” Wendy caught herself before saying mistress too. It seemed so instinctive to punctuate her speech with that she started to feel weird not saying it.

“I like your son, Mrs. Taylor” Delilah smiled as the truck came to a hault. “This is my stop” she patted their asses and added “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” as she hopped off the back to run inside her house.

The truck was in motion again and now Jamie and her mother were free to have one of their long talks but they spent a long time just staring into each other’s eyes. The shared pain and humiliation had brought them closer in ways they were just starting to comprehend and they both felt they were sharing a moment with just their silence.

When they finally did talk again the truck was on its way out to the raunchier side of town. “I think we are almost to MLK Blvd” Jamie was looking up curiously and noticing familiar landmarks.

“Oh dear!” Wendy suspected what Bill wanted them to do but instantly regretted chirping that out because it only alarmed her daughter. The speculation about what would happen was making things even more difficult for the two. Jamie looked at her mother expectantly to infer ‘go ahead and spit it out’.

“Well, I guess you should know that one night early on when Chris first started pimping you out to your friends Bill pimped me out here.”

Wendy knew that Jamie was still waiting for more of an explanation but paused as if to give herself the illusion that she had said enough to explain. “I did not know how far things were supposed to go and things sort of got out of hand. I ended up working the streets.” Wendy’s tone was both apologetic and embarrassed.

“Mom, it’s me!” Jamie smiled at her mom reassuringly “We worked the flea market today trying to sell our ass?” reminding her mom that they were in this together.

“Yes, I know but I think your Dad wants money so badly, he might be taking us to the motel to work there.”

“So? It can’t be any worse than we did all day?” Jamie was being positive and upbeat.

“You have a good point” Wendy conceded adding something she remembered being told that night “You could walk naked in panties and a bra only down the sidewalk. This is Martin Luther King blvd. In every city there is a MLK blvd, and it is known for three things. Where you go to buy crack, where you go to buy ribs, where you go to buy ass.”

“We didn’t exactly stick out at the flea market, there were lots of sluts there” Jamie smiled again reassuring her mother that they would get through this together as a team. Jamie wasn’t sure if they were going to have to whore again but she was not afraid.

“Yeah, I suppose we will fit right in here too” the tones they used would have gone right over Bill and Chris’s heads but Jamie knew wrapped up in the subtext of that statement was a whole ball of fears.

“Mom, we have gone this far, whatever we have to do, as long as we work together as partners in crime, you know I’ve got your back and I know you have mine.”

Wendy leaned in to kiss her daughter and for once it was just a gentle close-mouthed kiss of affection. Wendy and Jamie both were quietly wincing that their incestuous kisses had made the act of a sweet kiss now feel a little sexual.

Jamie changed the subject before the two of them started to gush “What did you think of Delilah?”

“She is a horrid meanie-butt even worse than your friend Cathy Griffin.” Wendy wasted no time in offering her true opinion.

“I mean do you think she is going to break Chris’s heart?” Jamie already knew Delilah was twisted and cruel.

“Don’t we all at some point?” Wendy offered a vague comment when the truck came to a stop and the doors cracked open.

The girls looked up at the lights overhead ‘Ample Parking in the Rear’ and like it or not their conversation was cut short with Bill’s direction to ‘Get their fat asses out and report for duty’.

“Yes Sir” Jamie acknowledged while her mother added “Coming Sir”. The two would have to compare notes later about what that had meant.

They were in a parking lot behind a bar. There were several neon signs out front but in the back it was hard to make out. It looked like a run-down bar with loud music coming from inside.

“Okay Ladies, and I use that term loosely” Chris chortled “Follow our lead and don’t embarrass us. You have a chance to earn some stars tonight and some cash for the house.” They led the girls around to the front of the building and it became obvious it was a smoky old strip club.

“The Crab Shack?” Jamie asked incredulously.

The sign that was bigger than all others read “Crab Shack” in bright lights.

“Yeah, we get that a lot” A heavy-set biker in leathers emerged from the darkness of the door-way holding a large wad of folded ones. “This is Soft-tails. The Crab shack is a restaurant in the same plaza.” He obviously knew the connotation.

“We are here for the amateur contest” Bill explained getting right to business. The bald bouncer looked the girls up and down and then asked “Does this one have ID?” as he looked at Jamie wearing only heels and a football jersey.

Bill silently cursed his luck that they would card them.

Chris jokingly replied “You know I think it was in her pants and she was in such a rush to get down here, she plum forgot them.”

The Bouncer chuckled slightly and added “Yeah, we get that a lot”. There was a pregnant pause before he added “She can be in the amateur contest, but if she wants to work here you’ll have to show me an ID that says she is at least 18”

Bill nodded “Sure, thanks!” but did his best to remain non-chalant. “Where is the dressing room?”

“It’s a ten dollar cover for you both, and let me guess you forgot your ID in your other pants too, Slim?” the serious Biker looked down his nose at Chris.

“I will gladly provide it if my sister starts dancing here” Chris smiled like a child who had been caught red-handed.

“This one is your sister? And let me guess this other one is your step-mom?” the Bouncer asked.

“She is blood related, but she is my mom. How did you know that?” Chris asked as he handed him a twenty dollar bill they had earned earlier.

“Yeah, we get that a lot” was all he said.

“Well the economy is tough these days, and people gotta do what they can.” Chris offered as explanation.

The Biker didn’t acknowledge the explanation. He offered a curt explanation of the rules “You can touch, no blowjobs, no penetration – you or the customer.” He said adding “Dances are 20, the house takes five per dance, and you dance three song sets.”

“We are just here for your amateur contest” Bill added noting the five hundred dollar prize.

“That is the amateur contest.” The Bouncer added grimly.

“How do we earn the five hundred dollar prize?” Bill asked.

“By doing five hundred dollars worth of dances. If these two aren’t drunk, drugged up, or fucked up and can get along with the customers they can come back and have a job here.”

“Oh we will make sure they are good girls, I just thought your ad said was like a wet t-shirt contest”

The Biker extended his tree-trunk like arm into the smoky bar of bikers, drunks and titty dancers and said “Do these people look like they are here for a Wet T-shirt contest?”

Bill could barely see inside the room but everyone seemed to be nursing beers and quietly ogling the girls dancing on stage.

“Let me talk to my partner here” Bill brought Chris over to the side of the lobby.

The Biker added as the two walked away “Yeah, we get THAT all the time, but no refunds on the cover charge.”

Wendy and Jamie were left smiling at the front door next to the Biker as Bill and Chris weighed their options.

“You told me this was like an amateur contest” Bill whispered impatiently to his son.

“I thought it was. I don’t hang out at strip clubs, how would I know?” Chris offered as explanation.

“This place is a real shit-hole. I thought they could get on stage and shake it around and maybe walk away with the top prize or at least second prize. We are going to have to be here all night.”

“You have some place you’d rather be, Dad?” Chris asked

“You need to be home and get ready for school in the morning. Your sister is probably going to be kicked out of school and you need to let me know if I need to come get her.” Bill warned his son.

“Oh yeah, well what would you rather do?”

“Come here sluts, we need to get home.” Bill turned back around to the biker but Wendy and Jamie were gone.

“Dressing room” the bouncer explained seeing their confused faces. “And no you can’t go in”

“Because you get that all the time?” Chris joked.

The Biker looked at him with a flat expression and then just nodded his head slowly “Have a seat, here is a drink card, first one is on me.”

Bill had to admit he couldn’t pass up a beer. “You can have a beer with your old man, while we can an eye on our bitches then.”

The two saddled up to the bar and a good looking bartender got them both a budweiser. “You look a little like Sarah Silverman” Chris offered to the bartender.

“Who?” she asked with a look like if she could hear him, she really didn’t care what he said.

“Sarah Silverman the comedian” Chris clarified.

The Bartender turned and walked away without a comment.

“Son, we gotta work on your game.” Bill chuckled.

Chris took a sip of his beer and slapped his dad on the knee while they sat on the barstool “Oh and you have game?”

“I got your mother to do all this didn’t I?” Bill made a gesture to indicate the entire bar.

“Work at a titty bar?” Chris had a little of the head from his beer on his upper lip.

“Wipe your lip, Son” Bill said seriously before adding “I meant be our slave and serve and all that” whispering.

“You think anyone here would be shocked that mom and Jamie are our slaves?” Chris said out loud over the Whitesnake playing in the background.

The bar was filled with seedy characters and slutty dancers. Bill had to admit his son had a point.

The girls came walking out in the extra small lycra bikinis that had been packed in their ‘stuff bag’ and made a bee-line over to Bill and Chris.

“Don’t come to us, we ain’t got no money” Bill was half serious and then added “It seems like you two decided you are working here without consulting us anyway.”

“We need money, sir” Wendy said simply and Bill conceded the fact.

“That doesn’t mean you can start making your own decisions. You didn’t even let us pick out your outfits.” Chris added with a hint of sarcasm.

“Would you like us to change, Sir?” Jamie asked her brother.

“Yes, switch with each other right here.” Chris was half joking but the girls didn’t hesitate to strip and switch.

Other than a few of the long-time dancers no one even seemed to take notice. This was a nude bar and in this setting it seemed perfectly normal.

“You know what? Change back.” Chris said with a goofy expression. His father slapped him on the shoulder to indicate to stop wasting time and the girls giggled a little.

One of the long term dancers sauntered over in heels and a much less revealing outfit (by comparison). She had a jealous look on her face and a ‘cut-the-shit’ attitude. “My name is Easy Money” she announced.

“Pleasure, I am Bill.”

Easy was smacking her gum impatiently as she looked at Bill and sized him up. He was obviously one of the dancer’s boyfriend or husband and was most likely not going to buy any dances so she ignored him. “The DJ wants to know what your dancing names are so you can get on the list.”

Wendy and Jamie looked at Bill.

“Can you put Cow-tits and Ass-face?” Bill said half-kidding.

“Cowtits and Ass-face, how cute.” Easy Money’s apathetic expression didn’t change as she turned to go relay the names to the DJ.

“Sir?” Wendy couldn’t believe Bill had just done that.

“How did I know she was going to take me seriously.” They watched the girl point to where they were sitting and explain to the DJ who seemed to have a good laugh and then he wrote something down.

The DJ was skinny and wearing a tux-shirt with no bow tie. He picked up the microphone as the song ended and a voice way too deep to be coming out of his thin frame crackled over the microphone. “Yow-zah, Yow-Zah, we got some new poon for you here at the soft-tails, coming to you corn-fed from the land of milk and honeys, it’s and no I am not kidding fellaz, make a girl feel welcome her first time on our stage, Cow-titt-ay!” he drew out the “ayyy” in Wendy’s name.

“Oh my god” Wendy mouthed silently to Jamie as she reluctantly made her way to the stage like she didn’t know what she was going to do.

An old classic rock sang was already playing as she walked on stage.

(somewhere in a lonely hotel room,

There's a guy starting to realize

That eternal fate has turned its back on him,

It's two a.m...........)

It's two a.m., the fear has gone

I'm sittin' here waitin', the gun still warm

Maybe my connection is tired of takin' chances

Yeah there's a storm on the loose, sirens in my head

I'm wrapped up in silence, all circuits are dead

I cannot decode, my whole life spins into a frenzy

Help I'm steppin' into the twilight zone

The place is a madhouse, feels like being cloned

Wendy took a deep breath and sauntered on to the stage. She felt embarrassed and awkward. She had only been in the club a few minutes and hadn’t had a chance to see how things were done. She took her clothes off right away and set them on the side and men started to walk up with dollars in their mouth or folded in their fingers for her to take them.

She felt like a seal at the zoo trying to get a fish. Easy money walked up half-way through the set and Wendy walk-danced over to her.

“You look like a fucking ostrich up here” Easy Money said with the casual sarcasm of someone who hated her guts instantly making Wendy feel terrible. “It’s three song sets, you can flash during the first one, show your tits on the second and go nude on the third, haven’t you ever danced before?”

“No, actually I haven’t Ma’am” Wendy answered apologetically trying to keep time with the Golden Earing song that she remembered from her high school days but for the life of her had forgotten its name.

“Don’t get catty with me, it’s Easy.” Easy Money had taken offense to being called ‘Ma’am’. “Ma’am is what a waitress calls a customer who is a bitch.”

“Should I put my clothes back on until the third song?” Wendy stopped herself before instinctively adding Ma’am.

“I don’t give a shit what you do, as long as you don’t piss all over the stage or get your fucking ass cream all over the pole.” Easy Money gave her a dirty look and walked back to some other girls who were all sitting at the table together.

Wendy felt like the song must have lasted for fifteen minutes even if it had lasted only half of that. She was starting to notice that some of the men were peeling the labels off their beer after her initial new-ness had worn off. She had only made about seven dollars in wadded up dollar bills.

“Wow-wow-wee-wow, would you give it up for that lady?” The wolf-man jack DJ said as he started up Wendy’s second song. There was no applause at all which was quite normal for that place but it still made Wendy feel like she hadn’t been doing a good job “Let’s treat her right, she is up there naked already with those big old pierced rings, I just wanna stick my dick through fellaz! Cow-tittay!”

By the time Wendy got through her third song she had warmed up quite a bit and was dancing a lot like she had in the step-aerobics classes she had been in. There had been one old black man who had tried to stick a dollar up her ass but other than that it had been fairly easy.

“Okay now I understand we got another girl here who came with her fellaz, first time on our stage, Oh my god fellaz I know a lotta girlz work here whose mommaz named them Candy or Naughty Nikki and thank god for that - but listen to this, it’s Ass-Face!!! Yeah-Buddy on our stage right now in the flesh!”

In contrast to her mom’s classic rock set Jamie’s music was a jarring techno-beat.

Smack my bitch up

Change my step up

Repeating over and over and she strode on stage to take her mother’s place.

“Now are you two sisters or something?” The DJ pulled the music down for them to say something.

“Uh, she is my mom Sir?” Jamie answered nervously over the music.

“That’s your momma? Good lord almighty! Alrighty! She gave you the name Ass-face when you were a little bitty baby did she?” the DJ joked back trying to make a bit out of it.

Wendy indicated where Bill and Chris were sitting. The DJ would pull down the volume of the music for his own part but bring it back up over the girls so almost no one could hear them anyway.

“Oh is that poppa?” the DJ looked in the direction Wendy had indicated and the girls shook their head yes.

“Dad, is it alright if your daughter dances tonight or you gonna go all Rambo?”

Bill was suddenly embarrassed when the DJ was obviously talking to him and shouted “I don’t give a fuck” when the DJ had the volume down allowing all the customers to hear and chuckle.

“You heard daddy, he don’t give a fuck as long as you give his little girl a buck. Yes Sir, what’s seven inches long and has a head on it? A crisp twenty dollar bill babyz!” the music went back up.

Jamie helped her mother down from the stage and the DJ asked “Now you two are open to doing mother and daughter table dances?” over the microphone. Jamie could only nod her head yes because the music was simply too loud to do anything else.

“Alright, that is out of sight, don’t forget our VIP lounge, we don’t serve champagne in there, because well you know why guys. Hey don’t forget your waitresses out there working hard to keep YOU that way!”

Jamie had the good fortune of watching her mom dance and seeing how the girls strutted around the bar for three songs. She had practiced her whole life in dance and cheerleading – it was like second nature to pick up the style of dancing in the club.

Jamie seemed far more natural on stage than her mother and the guys were already tipping before she flashed. An old man came up and patted her on the butt and whispered something in her ear. She couldn’t hear him but it sounded like “Will you dance for me later” and she shook her head yes.

The old black man tried to stick a dollar bill up her ass just like he had her mother on Jamie’s third song when she was naked but other than that Jamie had no trouble dancing and strutting around to the mostly techno and hip-hop songs they played for her.

“I wonder why he played classic rock songs for me and not for Jamie?” Wendy asked Bill as they watched their daughter collect one dollar bills from strangers on stage.

“I wonder why you aren’t trying to hustle up some dances, Cow-tits?” Bill slapped his wife on the ass playfully and she felt comfortable enough to give him a lemony glance as she walked away.

Bill noticed how fine her legs looked stuffed into those 5 inch pumps she was wearing. The way it made her back sway and her ass stick out as she made the rounds to the guys in the bar. It took her about three customers of asking “May I dance for you Sir?” to get a nice old gentlemen take her off to “Perverts Row”. A couch on the side of the bar where dancers performed lap dances.

Wendy saw the other girls let the guys grab and touch their naked bodies and she rode the old man the way she saw them dance, letting him slide his hand up her thigh and breath down her neck. “You sure I am not crushing you Sir?”

“I like it if you call me daddy” the old man breathed heavily over her shoulder. The request creeped Wendy out as it made her think about her own dad but then she realized for Jamie that was reality anyway. “Yes daddy, you like it when I do it like this?” she whispered softly.

When Jamie finished her set she went over to her dad to hand him her earnings from the stage. “I don’t have any place to put these.”

“I’d like to put them up your BUTT” a drunk little old black man offered snidely.

“That’s Herbert, don’t pay any attention to him.” The bartender explained “He is a regular, he tries to stick dollars up everyone’s butt.”

“I’ll stick a dollar up YOUR butt!” the little old man offered angrily at the bartender.

“Why don’t you go home and stick dollars up your OWN butt, Herbert” the Bartender said with a sort of ‘no-nonsense’ attitude.

“I would but I..” the little old man mumbled to himself but the bartender had already moved on to another customer.

“How many dollars would you stick up her butt?” Chris asked playfully.

“All of them” the old man pulled out a wad of bills without hesitation.

“Go for it then” Chris wasn’t kidding and Jamie knew it. She stood by the bar at his stool and turned around so her ass faced him. Then she pulled her thong to the side and felt the old man’s finger push a single dollar into her asshole hard and twisted.

“It’s hard to get these in.” he was working on the second one when Easy Money strode over to the bar.

“What do you think you are doing, new girl?” Easy money asked with an attitude the size of Montana.

“I am letting this customer stick dollars up my asshole, Ma’am?”

“Fuck, you talk just like your momma. Don’t call me Ma’am”

“Yes..” Jamie had to stop herself as she held on to the stool to steady herself.

“Herbert is going to want to do this to all the girls now if you let him do this on you.” Easy Money complained.

Herbert offered in a casual way like a happy drunk “No, I don’t wanna stick dollars up your tight ass, when I got this white girl shitting green.”

“Whatever!” Easy Money walked off with a quickness.

“I can’t get no more in” Herbert was genuinely enjoying himself having only poked about four dollars into Jamie’s asshole.

Chris could see that Easy Money was talking to the Bouncer about what they were doing and unless he was terrible at lip-reading he thought he saw the bouncer answer her complaint with “Yeah, we get that a lot here”.

“Hey Sis, you better knock it off” Chris made it sound like Jamie had been the one to instigate the entire thing. “Yes Sir, thank you so much for the tips” Jamie turned to Herbert and gave him a hug. He smelled like warmed over poop and old man smell.

“Can I take these out?”

“Why would you? And I know the girls don’t want you calling them Ma’am, but you’ll call all the males in here Sir, you got it?” Chris chided his sister.

“Yes Sir, I am sorry.”

Jamie turned to see the bartender looking at her with what appeared to be pity in her eyes. “It’s okay, they talk to me like that all the time” she explained.

“Do I look like I give a shit how they talk to you?” the bartender was already ignoring her and moving on to a paying customer before she could answer.

The girls eventually danced together privately and even kissed on stage when the DJ put them on the spot but none of this seemed to overly surprise the customers. Bill and Chris made sure they didn’t go to the bathroom without permission and stayed out on the floor to make money but they had made less than 120 dollars and it was already getting close to 11pm.

“I am Harley” a woman about the same age and build as Wendy introduced herself.

“Nice to meet you, I am Cow-tits”

“Good god, that is a terrible stage name.” Harley laughed. There were no customers around and Jamie was dancing for someone else so Wendy felt she could speak casually to a fellow dancer.

“You think?” Wendy laughed.

“We had one girl who called herself snapper. I think she meant that she liked to snap her fingers, but the DJ always made it sound like pussy.” Harley explained with a laugh while she lit up a smoke and offered one to Wendy.

“No thank you, my husband would never allow me to smoke. I’d definitely love one though”

“Oh, you got a controlling old man too, huh?” Harley laughed.

“If you only knew” Wendy joked.

“Well, I could tell there is some ink on your ass, but you are wearing concealer and covering it up. I used to be owned by the Iron Horseman before I met Jack.”

“Owned?” Wendy asked.

“Yeah, you know a pass around girl?”

Wendy was curious and Harley explained that when she was ‘young, dumb and full of cum’ she had a rebellious streak and couldn’t wait to get out of the Podunk town she grew up in. She fell in with a motorcycle club and became ‘club property’ to whoever wanted her.

‘It’s not like they bought me, but you know how if you feed a kitty every day? It don’t have no fence or leash on but it ain’t going anywhere?” Harley took a puff from her smoke and Wendy nodded. “Then I met Jack and became his old lady” she indicated one of the bikers playing pool who had never tipped her.

A girl in her early twenties came up and gave a quick kiss to Harley and she introduced herself as “Marlboro”

“This is my niece, she lives with us.” Harley explained.

“Oh? That is my daughter over there” Wendy pointed out Jamie.

“Yeah, I heard, but c’mon? Are you just telling guys that so they will buy dances from you two?” Harley seemed skeptical.

“No, we are really are mother and daughter.” Wendy said sincerely.

“Well, we really are too but I have enough decency to pretend she is just my niece” Harley didn’t say another word as she left with her daughter. They sauntered over to Jack and they both flirted with him while he took a puff from his smoke and put his arm around them both.

Wendy only shook her head in confusion.

Bill was going to walk over and separate Wendy anyway since he wanted to work the customers and not ‘make friends’.

“Lookey, Lookey, It’s Buford-Boofey! Walking in the door! How are you my man!” the DJ said over the microphone to introduce a favorite customer who walked in without paying a customer. It was the smiling bearded owner of the Metro Adult Megastore they had visited a few days earlier.

He was instantly surrounded by dancers who seemed to want his attention. He was perpetually happy and child-like and dressed like a Hippy who just came from a Grateful Dead concert.

He made his way to the bar as he greeted each person by name.

“What will you have baby?” the Bartender brightened up and gave Buford her full attention. He ordered schnapps and then noticed Bill and Chris.

“Well Bill and Chris Taylor, how are you? I am so glad to see you both” the man had an incredible memory about details and smiled as he did air guitar in time with a Van Halen song that seemed to come on just for him.

“Wow, you were always playing air guitar before and I never knew what song you were listening to in your head, but they actually play it here?”

“Yeah, I am always here in my head, man! I love it!” Buford had a wad of cash and began to pass out a few singles to the girls as he slid up next to the two of them. “I’ve got too much time on my hands and it’s ticking away, ticking away” he quoted an old styx song and as if by cue the DJ stopped the song that was playing and started that very song.

“Wow, you are the man here!” Chris was impressed.

“What? No” Buford was being modest or just his trusting child-like manner made him believe it was serendipity they played the song he wanted to hear when he wanted to hear it.

“Where is your darling daughter and wife, still in their Pussy Prison?” Buford described in detail the ultra-deluxe chastity belt they had purchased at the store a few nights earlier “Made of 24ga. stainless steel, and covered with a clear vinyl in the front, and black vinyl backing. Its ultra slim design makes it impossible to be detected through the clothing. Has a 5" slot which expands from the clitoris, to the end of the vagina, to allow for urination. However the shield will not allow penetration from the rear, or front. Has a removable rear shield that locks into place. The rear shield can be removed without removing the main belt.”

“Yeah, we had to let them out so they could make some money”

“Oh they are here dancing?” Buford’s eyes lit up.

“Will they dance for me, for a Hundie?” he held up a hundred dollar bill like a child holds up his favorite toy of all time to impress someone.

“They sure will dance for you.” Bill assured him in the VIP Room if that’s what you want.

“No, I have my own VIP room.” He walked up to the DJ booth and seemed to say only a word or two to the DJ.

“And that was Sunshine, everybody how about a round of applause for Sunshine?” the DJ faded the girls music down in the middle of her song.

“That was my second song though” the black girl stood on stage with her hands on her hip and then she saw the DJ mouth something and nodded her head and got off the stage.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s a special VIP dance for Soft Tail’s favorite customer, and don’t bitch, because no one gives a shit.”

The customers who had been sitting at the stage all got up as if by queue and moved to seats further away.

Buford took a seat right at the stage and rested his hands on his chin dreamily.

“The mother and daughter team, virgins of Soft-Tails but something tells me they are not virgins of life, let’s hear it for Cow-tits and Ass-face!”

“Oh my God, they are going by Cow-Tits and Ass Face!!” Buford put his hands up in the air like he just won a prize when he heard them called to the stage together.

The familiar rock beats of Rush Tom Sawyer began playing over the loud speakers.

A modern day warrior

Mean, mean stride

Today's Tom Sawyer

Mean, mean pride

Though his mind is not for rent

Don't put him down as arrogant

His reserve, a quiet defense

Riding out the day's events

The river

What you say about his company

Is what you say about society

Catch the mist, catch the myth

Catch the mystery, catch the drift

Buford began air-riffing to the song as the girls made their way to the stage. Wendy was the first on stage and she said “Hello Sir, it’s good to see you again” as she bent down to say hello.

“It’s good to see YOU again.” Buford fawned over her like a puppy.

Jamie joined her mom on stage “Are we doing just a one song set?” she had picked up the dancing terminology and began to move in time with the rockbeat.

“You do whatever you want to do!” Buford gleefully explained holding up two one hundred dollar bills for them.

Wendy and Jamie looked at each other and pulled down their swimsuits. They had been dancers for only three hours but they knew what was implied.

The DJ, the Bartender, the bouncer, even the customers and other dancers all seemed to ignore the stage. This was Buford’s idea of a VIP dance and apparently everyone here respected him.

“You know the difference between eccentric and crazy?” he asked the girls.

Wendy answered “How much money you have?”

Buford’s eyes got wide as he asked excitedly “How did you know that?” and with a broad smile he tossed five dollar bills on the stage.

“Can you.” Buford stopped himself like he was trying to hold back telling a secret “Would you?” he asked excitedly almost ready to pee himself. The girls hadn’t forgotten that he always seemed to be an 11 on a scale of 1-10 about everything.

“Can we make out on stage?” Wendy asked him while squatting in front of him.

“YES!?” Buford seemed relieved Wendy asked him.

The girls circled each other as they danced seductively. Wendy had picked up the dance style of the bar after her first set on stage and the two of them seemed like perfect naturals. They moved close and stroked each other seductively.

“YES!!!” Buford was rocking out to the Rush song while licking his lips and encouraging the girls. Two minutes into the song and they were laying on the stage kissing and making out.

The customers and dancers who had initially seemed intentionally uninterested became very interested. Bill wasn’t sure if the sense of pride that was swelling up in his chest was from the fact that every man in that bar right now wanted his wife and daughter’s sexy ass and they belonged to him.

“Where is your tattoos? What happened to your tattoos?” Buford was watching every detail and fold in their sexy bodies as the two played with each other with the practiced routine they had done morning after morning for Bill and Chris.

Wendy gave him a naughty look and turned her daughter’s ass towards him. She licked her finger and then removed a little of the makeup to reveal the tattoo.

“Take it all off!”

Even Easy Money the unflappable dancer seemed impressed by this point. The DJ ensured the song lasted as long as Buford wanted by fading it down and quickly rewinding it while he talked about “Cow-tits” and “Ass-face”.

Wendy and Jamie pretended to lick each other’s asses while using their fingers to remove the makeup covering their tattoos.

“What does the tattoo say?” the DJ asked over the microphone clearly getting into the mystery “Now THAT is a strip tease before. We’ve never had any strip off their own skin before…”

Buford egged them on and eventually it became obvious the tattoos said “WHORE”.

“Well god-damn, why would you want to cover those up? Let me have a bite out of that O ladies! And I’ll show you my OH face..Oh, Oh!” the DJ joked.

When the girls finished the dance Buford handed them each a hundred dollar bill like he was giving them the most precious thing on earth. They also collected a dozen fives and twenties he had thrown on the stage.

Wendy leaned down and gave Buford a kiss on the forehead which sent him into a spasm of happiness and then the two of them exited the stage into the dressing room – drunk on the stardom of their latest performance and that they made more money in one song than they had all night.

Unfortunately for them they walked into the sobering lights of the dressing room and they were surrounded by all the dancers.

“Hey Chica, you think you can come in here and take my best customer” a fiery Puerto Rican girl demanded with her arms folded. Easy Money, Harley, Marlboro and four other girls all echoed the same concern.

“I didn’t know he was your customer, I am so sorry!” Wendy said.

“Never danced before? Not a biker chick? With a tat like that?” Harley was shaking her head in disbelief.

“Yeah, I never seen a girl who never danced before, dance it like you did” Marlboro invaded Jamie’s space and got very close. Jamie wasn’t sure if the smell of vodka on her breath or her use of double negative was more offensive and she didn’t have time to decide before they got jumped by the girls.

Hair-pulling, tit grabbing, ass pulling, biting and smacking the titty bar girls were not fucking around. They descended upon Jamie and Wendy and quite literally ‘beat their asses’ by the truest definition of the word.

“You let Herbert shove dollars up your ass, how do you like this beer bottle shoved up your ass?” Jamie tried to fight back but there were four girls for each of them and the rough dancer girls with attitudes mopped the floor with the dancers rubbing their faces literally in the dirty carpet from the locker room.

When it was all over Jamie and Wendy lay naked in the cold alley behind the bar under the “Ample Parking in Rear” sign next to a dumpster that smelled like sour beer and piss.

They were naked, beaten and covered in sand that stuck to their bodies from all the glitter they had on.

“Are you okay?” Wendy asked.

“Yeah actually” Jamie sounded actually chipper.

“Why are you so happy?”

“I am not happy, but I guess if I hadn’t gotten my ass beaten every day for the last two weeks I probably would be in tears. I can literally say this really wasn’t the worst thing that has happened to me all day.”

“Girl, you have the heel of someone’s high heel sticking out of your ass and you are lying face down naked in an alley!” Wendy said with a hint of humor.

“It’s not all the way in” Jamie reached behind her as she dusted herself off to pull it out. “I don’t think this is one of ours.” She sniffed it and then quickly wondered why she had done that.

Bill and Chris came running around the side of the building “Are you alright Wendy?” Bill shouted.

“It’s Cow-tits Sir, and yes I think I will live” Wendy said with a hint of humor while picking herself up off the ground.

“What happened?” Chris was stunned “We waited for you to come back out, and Buford left right after you danced for him. We asked what happened when you didn’t come back out and the bouncers just did one of those “Yeah, we get this all the time.” Things.

“I would have kicked his ass” Bill sounded serious “If he wouldn’t tell us where you were!”

“No offense, but somehow I think you’d be laying down here next to us if you had tried that, Sir” Wendy got to her feet and cradled her ribs slightly.

Bill started to take offense but he had to admit she was right “Well he IS built like a brick shit-house. I take it you lost the money?”

“Yes Sir, I am sorry. I know you will probably punish us, but can we go home first?” Wendy seemed apologetic but made no effort to hide her nudity even though she was now standing in the dark rear parking lot of the titty bar completely naked.

“Nah, you girls did good tonight. You tried your best, and we made a little money.” Bill had sixty dollars in his hand.

“I thought it was a lot more.”

“That Bouncer is a fucking prick” Bill didn’t have to say it because it was obvious that their bar-tab plus the house fees had eaten up most of what they made.

“Yeah, he gets that all the time, Dad.” Chris smiled and Wendy, Jamie and Bill found that about the funniest thing they had heard all night because they all shared a mutual laugh.