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Family Feud IV

Chapter 6 Jamie’s Journal –Stop Dragon Your Ass Around


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.



















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