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Family Feud IV

Chapter 26 Jamie's Journal: And Meeting the Prince

The Family Feud IV

Chapter Twenty-Six
Jamie's Journal: And Meeting the Prince

**Note to reader: This is Jamies journal from Wednesday approximately 10am. Her dog Roscoe who has innocently enough caught the smell of a bitch in heat is furiously attempting to hump her rump while not quite finding his mark. In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a narrative story format.



CASH EARNINGS WEDNESDAY

WENDY: $0

JAMIE: $0

Ive known Roscoe since I was into Barbies and ballet slippers. His humping my butt felt like the ultimate betrayal when I was most vulnerable. Then again he was the only male in the house I hadnt fucked over or been fucked by and so I guess he was taking his time.


In truth, I could not really be mad at him. He is a lonely dog who doesnt know any better. He saw my naked butt and probably sniffed and thought I was offering it to him. I wiggled and I jiggled and I shooed but he kept climbing back on as if this were all part of the game.


I knew it probably wouldnt be long before his slimy rocket shaped cock found its mark. He was satisfied to just do his humpty dance on my bare ass cheek and put his paws on my back while I stayed in doggy position. He had on occasion almost touched his tip on my asshole. I think that was more my fault that I hadnt kept my butt-cheeks clenched and had been presenting him with my red tattooed O of an asshole like an inviting target. I guess this is another reason to be thankful for my license being crammed up my ass it was a natural shield.


There was just no way to remain deeply in the doggy position the way my brother had left me this morning with only my knees to support my weight. My arms were not sore yet but he had clicked the handcuffs nice and tight behind my back and twisted them so that it wouldnt be comfortable for me today while I lay chin and tits flat on the tiny cement patio leashed next to Roscoe.


As bad as this was for me, I remember leaving mom last night with that desperate, wild look in her eye as if she were sending telepathic screams please dont leave me out here like this. The guys had cuffed her spread eagle by the ankles and wrists to the back of our cabana where anyone could do anything to her. I am always an optimist and I had to keep telling myself that Rahjid is probably an early riser and he has probably already brought her down by now.


If she was outside I could already feel the sun beating down on my back and I was sure it could not be earlier than 10 a.m. Mom has a really nice all over even tan from nights at the tanning salon and at the very least this would help keep her that nice healthy bronze color, right? I have to keep positive or the fact I am being fucked by the family pet would drive me bananas.


I still had the rubber dog bone clutched firmly in my mouth and drool was starting to dangle from it, but it was nice to have something to bite into anytime his puppy paws scratched my butt just a little too sharply or his sticky dick squished into me just a little more than usual. Ive been to gymnastic meets, track, swim-team, and varsity cheerleading and Ive never met a girl who had as much hyper energy as this dog seemed to have. He was like a little energizer bunny going to town on me. I couldnt see his happy little face but I had to imagine his tongue was wagging and he was looking around with the pride that a little dog has when its dominating a much bigger dog.


I had seen only a few episodes of Dog Whisperer. I remember one episode where a Chihuahua could make much bigger dogs at his shelter turn away from him because he intimidated them. It was natural for an aggressive dog like him to try to lay or put his chin over them as a sign that he owned them and not the other way around.  I never thought Roscoe had a dominant bone in his body but right now he was owning my ass.


It was shortly after that that I heard a noise at the fence again and there they were. The Waxerman boys were back and peaking,  only I could see four foreheads peaking over, like ole mister Wilson on that TV show Tool Time now. I wondered who it was until I heard her quietly speak to one of her brothers, loud enough for me to hear but not loud enough for dad to hear in the house, “You guys were right. You said I wouldnt believe what that slut was doing in her back yard. I figured it would just be something nasty like eating dog shit or something like that.  But no, she is worse than a slut. Shes aint nothing but a Jerry Springer-looking dog fucking bitch. Well have to introduce her to Prince some time, that little mutt she is fucking aint nothing.”


It was their older sister Delilah talking in that sassy but scolding country accent of hers. It was only a few moments before they had hopped the fence and helped their sister bounce over the six-foot wooden palisade that divided one suburban back yard from another in my housing community. “Wake up boys, and SMELL the pussy” she announced as they invaded my backyard.


“Well, well, well, Alright, alright, alright,” Delilah cocked her head with cadence of each word as she strutted over to where I was on the patio like a female Matthew McConaughey.


“You said she wouldnt be, but she was so you lost the bet!” her younger brother Gordon said nipping at her heels.


“You have to listen more carefully little brother,” Delilah cracked a cold smile. “I said the bet was I wouldnt believe it. I believed it as soon as I saw it.” She glared at him as if daring him to challenge her.


“So does that mean WE lose?” Gordon asked with shock. I did not know what little bet they had going on but it didnt sound like a wager Gordon thought he was going to lose when he made it.


“If you didnt win, then what do you think Gordo?” Delilah chuckled sadistically as she sauntered over to Roscoe and me.


Gordon sucked his teeth in disappointment and kicked the dirt in frustration a small tantrum which she completely ignored.


“I hope your brother knows how to fuck better than your dog does,” she put her hands on her hips as she towered over me.  I wont lie she was intimidating the hell out of me too. There was something dangerous or perhaps devilish about her wild brown hair, freckled hair and ice cold blue eyes or maybe it was just the confidence and swagger that exuded from her. Even Cathy Griffin the ringmaster of all the humiliation amongst my fellow cheerleaders didnt radiate with that kind of wild and untamed menace.


“I see you got two holes plugged up here,” Delilah tapped her finger on her lips as if making up her mind. “Which one to take out? The one up her big old stretched-out butthole or this doggy bone?” she asked aloud but if it was for her brothers to answer she didnt wait for a reply.


She bent over and took out my rubber bone and I debated for a split instant whether it would be better to take a punishment from my father or return to white alert mode. Delilah knew all about my brothers orders to remain in it around them and I wouldnt be fooling her anyway. Truth be told, I was scared and more than just a little dread of what she was going to make me say had chilled my spine and begin to electrify the butterflies in my stomach to a rapid churn.


“Oh the cute little princess looks nervous, did we catch you at a private moment?” Delilah teased.


“Uh, well yes, I mean no Maam?” I wasnt expecting that question and my stammering only amused her more.


“Which is it? Are we intruding or since my brothers and I have seen you boldly walk around with your ass and titties hanging out all over the neighborhood and up on Bradley Jenkins and everyone else, can we safely assume you dont mind us watching you fuck like a little bitch in heat?”


How did she know about my crush on Bradley Jenkins?  Oh yeah, she had pumped my brother for information. Then again it was probably fairly obvious that I had a thing like a silly school girl for the older college guy.


“I dont seem to have much choice in the matter, Maam,” I admitted. That response wasnt particularly white alert of me, but I was getting rear-ended by a dog while the neighbor kids laughed so this wasnt exactly a high point in my deal with my father.


“That is right, you re just a little flower-petal to be plucked, sucked and fucked by anyone who wants to have a ride, isnt that right?” Delilah ground her words into my soul as she said them one by one.


“My dad is just inside, if you would like to ask him if you can stay and watch me?” I offered as sweetly as I could. Roscoe hadnt relented on humping my booty and showed no signs of losing his doggy boner any time soon. I was still processing why my dad had shook his head laughing when he saw me struggling with Roscoe earlier. It could just be it seemed harmless and ridiculous to him or maybe this was part of the rules?


I thought it was only a matter of time before Dad heard them outside if he hadnt already. If they go in and ask him if they can stay, there is a chance he will send them away like he did earlier which was better than him staying inside. I think a part of me also just wanted Dad to decide how to handle this because I was so conflicted.


This was hands down the most humiliating part of a very long humiliating few weeks. Ive danced naked with my mom at the county fair for passer-bys to take photos, Ive been in wooden stocks like a puritan to be targeted with rotten fruit, Ive run out on the football field during half-time in just body paint and latex and worse Ive worked the streets of Martin Luther King Blvd as a hooker!


Not to mention I fucked my brother on the bathroom floor and kind of got off on it.


Yet, here I was with an all new low and the mandate by my brother and dad to give them the white alert treatment which means I had to act like this was all part of everyday life and that I somehow expected it. I would need to summon whatever emotional reserves I had remaining to put that face on.


“Well, let me just guide your doggy in to this fat wet hole before I go ask your dad, sweetums.” Delilahs southern accent was honey with a trace of acid.


I could feel Roscoes wet cock sliding into my slippery cunt. I was wet but I had been wet a lot lately the tight clit ring did a lot of that. He had been slapping his wiener furiously against my inner thigh and ass cheeks all morning but now that he had made contact with actual pussy he paused and waited for Delilah to center him behind me while her brothers chuckled at this new perverse spectacle.


I wanted to scream “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO” but what good would it do? Not only was he already inside me making me now officially a dog fucker, but it would have only validated Delilahs desire to crush me in every way possible and not changed her mind. The deed was already done and I could feel Roscoe start to surge back and forth into me plunging his animal cock into my human hole. I thanked her like an obedient little mouse and she slapped me on the bottom with a delighted “Be right back, Shug”

What was she going to tell my father? What would he say if he saw Roscoe actually fucking me and these boys standing here drooling and giggling over it? Things have changed so much between us all that it might not even surprise him.


He doesnt know that Delilah knows about our white alert code and that we have been shining on her aunt and the pooper snoopers. He might expect me to give a white alert performance? What if she goes in there and tells him that she is bringing over her Aunt to see this disgusting performance and how completely gross and disgusting I am for backing my ass up so Roscoe could finally penetrate me?


She WOULD do that she can be so manipulative.


“Whats your dogs name?” Zeke asked.


At first I had to ask what he said because I was so totally flummoxed by getting my pussy pounded by my dog that I couldnt think straight. “Sir?” I asked for clarification which caused him to think Roscoes name was Sir.


“No wonder you call us Sir, we fucked you too!” Zeke laughed hysterically at his own joke.


I was biting my lip and moving back and forth in time with Roscoes thrusts. He even bit my back it wasnt hard but it wasnt soft. I could not even keep my eyes open I was too afraid I might burst into tears at the thought that I could do any amount of redemption for the remainder of my life but I will forever and always be a girl who fucked a dog. I thought that was just on the Internet not something REAL women did.


The whore tattoo was something my mother and I shared. It had an almost spiritual significance to our bonding through our mutual suffering to me. I could live that down because I wasnt as ashamed of it as I thought I might be. Once I actually walked the streets there was no going back and saying I am not actually a whore either. I was okay with that, but now that Ive done bestiality surely this is the lowest any girl can go?


I know mom had some secrets before we worked together, but even she hasnt done something this disgusting and in front of three younger boys?


I heard the sliding glass door open behind me the familiar grating sound of the rollers slid through me like ice. What had she told my father?


There was silence.


All except for the rhythm of Roscoes cock sloshing in and out of me and the sound of his panting. I was facing away from the door so I couldnt see his expression.


Was he laughing and thinking I got my justly deserved treatment or was he shocked he couldnt say anything? Was he going to feel sorry for me for once and tell them all to go home and let me stop? That would be silly I guess he fucked my ass this weekend.


I could feel my nipples dragging against the cement of the patio now. The metal of my nipple rings brushing against the scratchy surface as I was being plowed by my pet. I could feel all eyes burning into me from behind and I know my pulse and heart rate were about to burst My entire body was literally throbbing.


I wouldnt call it pleasure it was more the intense humiliation driving the adrenalin. It was a feeling I had before but not quite as intensely as this more so by the pit of my stomach tightening. My brain told me that now was a good time for a sanity check agreement or no, this was simply too much.


“Dad?” I asked with my face planted on the warm concrete.


“Who?” I heard my dad say in a tone that instantly reminded me that I had forgotten to use my tone of respect.


“I am sorry Master, I have no excuse for that breach of respect, I uh, oh gawrd damn.”  I couldnt keep talking. I was half crying and half moaning from this. I havent fucked a lot of men but none of them had a cock shaped quite like Roscoes hook shaped little prick. His thrusts were teasing just the edges around the inside and causing my clit ring to ride back and forth and pull slightly.


“Having fun are we?” Dad sounded slightly amused.


“Ghurk” I gurgled as I tried to compose myself to the laughter of everyone around. “Is Roscoe allowed to do this Sir?” I didnt want to violate white alert but at the same time I wanted to give my dad a subtle hint that maybe he should stop this.


“Did you hear me tell him to stop what he was doing?” Dad asked calmly his reaction telling me he was not going to scare off the Waxerman boys this time.


“No Sir” I felt obliged to answer even though I knew his question was rhetorical.


“We have been over this many times before Jamie but you still are not learning. In my house, if I am present and dont tell someone to stop something that means they can do it. You checking passive-aggressively wont change that. Roscoe is a male in our household, and what is our family motto, little slut?” My own father was standing behind me watching our dog fuck me he knew the answer to this one too.


“Taylor men rule, Taylor women drool Sir.” from years as a cheerleader I can surprise myself in how peppy I can sound delivering a cheer Ive heard so many times before I am sure I sounded a lot more into that philosophy than I was at the moment.


“Yes, the only drool is coming out of that sopping wet pussy of yours and not your mouth? Is that because you need to be gagged?” Dad was switching into affirmation mode I could tell from the tone of voice.


“I dont know Sir,” I panted as Roscoe went to town with me.


“Of course YOU do not know. You have no idea when to run your mouth and when to be quiet and let your betters talk. It is up to me to decide what goes in that big mouth of yours isnt it?”


I swallowed hard I hadnt eaten anything all morning and I was suddenly aware of my stomach growling and my pussy queefing a bit as Roscoes pumping created air pockets. “It is your decision, Master Daddy,” I dont know where I got that term from but I instantly wanted to reel it back in. It sounded so saccharine sweet that I wasnt sure how he would take it.


“Oh Master Daddy, when you want something is it?” Dad scolded me. I dont know where that came from but I heard Delilahs laugh over the others when I said it. “Fine, lay flat on your stomach and tighten your ass cheeks.” Dad gave me instructions to disengage with Roscoe before he finally came and I breathed a sigh of relief as I did that as carefully as I could.


Roscoe for his part in all this was completely oblivious as to why I was laying on my belly. My father instructed me to roll over and face him keeping my legs closed for a change.


“Awwww shucks Mister Taylor,” Delilah exaggerating her disappointment with a country bumpkin accent. “Auntie told us you should never leave a male bottled up like that,” at first I didnt realize where she was going with this. “You said her mouth was empty, could she at least use that deceitful tongue of hers to give poor old Roscoe some relief?”


I stared up from the ground at my Dad and her standing over me. He seemed to be thinking it over as he scanned my body and I could see a giant bulging erection in his pants. I didnt even wait for the order that I knew was coming.


I was lying on my handcuffs with my arms behind me so I couldnt lay back completely flat anyway. “Come on Roscoe sir,” I opened my mouth wide to coax him over but he didnt to know what to do. The boys just laughed at my sitting up slightly with mouth wide open.


“Your daughter may have a mess of book smarts, but she sure dont know an awful lot about dogs. May I sir?” Delilah asked my father sweetly and with a nod of his head she stepped over to me and positioned Roscoe over my head so that his cock was right in my mouth.


I could taste my juices on the slimy, red dick there was another tinier redder dick that emerged from what I had assumed was his penis in the first place. I didnt get to look at it for long but in my mouth, I could feel along the edges with my tongue. It was like a tiny plump sausage and it took about two full minutes of my tongue stud on the bottom of his penis before he was just like any human male who ever came into my mouth completely spent. His dick expanded as he finished cumming every last drop into my mouth and he waited over my head.


The weight of his tiny body had muffled the sound of laughter at my expense. The smell of dog was now completely over me I cant even describe it but I wanted a shower more than ever.


I held my mouth open obediently, waiting for permission to swallow with my tongue out and the cum glistening off of it in the warm sun.


“You did good it took you less time than it did to pop all my brothers corks. You must like sucking dog dick better than you do boy dick, huh?” Delilah asked while I obediently held my tongue out for my fathers approval to swallow.


“Look at her tummy, its all scratched up.” Jimmy observed without sounding all that concerned about it.


“You didnt mind a little rough stuff, didja dog fucker?” When I didnt answer Delilahs second question she gloated “Why are you holding out that doggy-cream for us to see? You proud of it?”


My dad folded his arms and interrupted her “She is waiting for MY permission to swallow.” I think he was finally starting to see her for the cruel bitch she was instead of the sweet country girl she presented herself as around him Go Dad!!


“You have permission to swallow the cum, ass-face. Let it drain down your teeth into your throat and thank Roscoe for giving it to you.” Dad was either maintaining white alert or genuinely okay with what he had just seen me do. This wasnt the first time he wanted me to do a slow swallow of cum but the only other times were his own.


“Thank you Master, and thank YOU Roscoe,” I offered sweetly after I drained the cum across my teeth and into the back of my throat. It was the only thing I had eaten that day which only brought on more laughter from the Waxermans.


“Ha-ha, Can you make her lick Roscoes butt?” Ezekial the youngest Waxermans face was lit up with hysterical laughter as he asked my father. He was almost bent over with the other boys enjoying the joke.


My father asked “What” but I knew he had the request. If I had to guess what my father was thinking is that he likes to be the Ring-master. Even when he shares authority with my brother he considers Chris an insider/on his team The Waxermans were outsiders. I could sense from dads manner that while he was happy to humiliate me, something about them running things seem to rub him the wrong way.


“Why are you asking me to tell her? You can order her to do it.” I think Dad meant that sarcastically but the boys not being the sharpest bulbs in the box took it literally.


“Kiss its butt then!” Ezekial laughed the order to me and the others echoed his sentiment.


I had my eyes closed as I endured their barbs and humiliations and laid on my back. I cropped open one eye to see what Dads expression was as to whether I needed to do it or not. Unfortunately, the boys saw my one eye opening as high comedy as if I was suddenly shocked and my eye popped open out of surprise and doubled over in laughter.


When my dad stood there impassively looking down at me, I wondered if he was playing white alert or he was just disappointed in me. How could he disapprove of me being disobedient? But then he had just seen his whore of a daughter suck a dog to completion after it fucked her.


“Sir, I cant move my hands, would you mind turning Roscoe around so I can lick his asshole for our guests?” I mumbled.


“I am sorry,” Dad shook his head in disgust. I didnt let on that I had hope this new horror would soon be at an end and he would send them packing. “You need to ask our guests to do that, they are the ones who gave you the order.”


Dad winked at me and I realized he was giving me a hidden signal that this was white-alert Why oh why did we ever think it was such a funny game to shock Mrs. Waxerman?


“Ezekial Sir, would you mind lifting up Roscoes tail and backing him up to my face,” I propped myself up with my elbows so I could lift my head and shoulders up.


“Really? And you can call me Zeke if you wanna,” Zeke had not thought I would really do it.


“You are not going to demand a gold star from your Master-daddy for being an obedient daughter then?” Delilah delivered a masterfully sarcastic baby-talk while stroking my fathers hand in what was an obvious flirtation.


I took solace in the fact that my dad visibly moved his hand away when she brushed it with hers. I am sure this was not her first seduction and part of the art was to not let on that her subtle body language had been intentional when someone backs away.


“No Maam, until my mom and I earn enough to pay off some bills and for my fathers trip, weve suspended our gold star system” I opened my mouth like I was biting into a peach as Zeke moved my dogs ass over my lips and I shut my eyes and gave his asshole a French kiss. Ive licked only a few peoples asses since this started and with my eyes clothes I couldnt have been sure it wasnt a person if the fur on his tail hadnt tickled my nose.


There was a lot of laughter.


“Isnt it Mistress? Your brother told me I was a key-holder,” Delilah asked while I was in the middle of tossing my dogs salad - a term I learned from Chris.


“She calls me Sir or Master,” Dad explained on my behalf while I was giving my dog an expert kiss on Roscoes nasty little asshole. “Weve suspended a lot of their rules until we get some family emergency squared away. Are you boys key-holders too?” he asked and the boys responded with shrugs and blank faces.


“Okay, I need to get back on the computer. You can be Mistress out here in the yard with Ass-face and play with her, but no punishments unless you come get me first, okay?”


“Why yes, Master-daddy, but I think Id love to come inside and see what you are working on that Computer while my brothers keep your lovely daughter company?” Delilah purred making her flirtation more obvious.


“No, you need to stay out here with your brothers so they dont hang her from a tree or something,” Dad sounded like he was joking but in a way I knew he wasnt. The Waxerman boys probably WOULD hang me from a tree if left to their own perverse imaginations for what to do next with me. “Ass-face, you be extra nice to your new play-mates” he chuckled under his breath I couldnt be sure if the boys heard him but Delilah certainly did.


I could hear the sliding glass door being shut and with that I knew my day was about to get a whole lot rougher.


“Whats a key-hole-er?” Jimmy asked me as soon as dad was gone.


“Key holders are people my father and brother trust to be the boss of me Sir,” I answered politely. I was still flat on my back with my hands cuffed behind me and Roscoes tail wagging in my face waiting for more attention.


“Your dad trusts Delilah to be the boss of you?” Jimmy and his brothers giggled at the irony of that statement.

“I think it was my brothers idea, Sir?” I offered my personal theory Delilah had become very chummy with him at the pool party. Was I being jealous and imagining it? No, I am not so naïve I cant see he was being manipulated.


“You dont sound like you approve, Fatty Mcfatbutt?” Delilah sneered at me and rested the sole of her tennis shoe on my belly to add to my naked discomfort.


“My approval is irrelevant, Maam. Im an obedient slut for my brother and if he made you a key holder than I will obey you.” I quickly added “Within the boundaries of my rules uh, that is”.


“Your papa told me that you suspended the rules, so why are you naked out here rolling around fucking dogs?” Delilahs question was a good one. Why was I out here doing this? If we suspended the rules, couldnt we at least have a little bit of comfort until we had to finish what we started?


Delilah pressed down on my tummy repeatedly with her foot to mock my lack of an answer “Cat got your tongue? Or should I say doggy got it?” she chuckled as she pressed down harder and harder on my stomach.


“I was suspended from school, so this is part of my punishment, Maam.” I wasnt feeling like giving Delilah the satisfaction of playing white-alert. My brother wasnt here to laugh and it was only really funny because Mrs. Waxerman wasnt in on the joke. Delilah was just rubbing my situation in bother metaphorically and with the heel of her tennis shoes.


“I think I prefer Mistress from now on,” Delilah ground her shoe into my stomach and then started to press the tips against my boobs. She wasnt pushing down hard. It was actually kind of erotic how she was grinding them and that made it even worse the teasing.


“Yes Mistress,” I dutifully replied. I hate how much of a Pollyanna Pure-bred I can sound like when I just act naturally.


“So tell my brothers and I why you got kicked out of school?” Delilah asked approvingly of my obedient demeanor. I have to admit I am too nice I should have just stood up and told her I wasnt going to play the game, but instead I lay flat on my back completely naked and politely took whatever she was dishing out.


“I ran on to the football field in just body paint and danced around, Mistress” I swallowed hard when I said it like that it didnt sound as symbolic as it had when I was doing it. Her brothers laughed the hardest she already knew all of this though.


“It sounds like you are a little attention whore who likes having her titties flapping around in front of a bunch of strangers?” Delilah had moved on to putting her entire shoe over the flat of my nipple piercings and bouncing it up and down.


I really didnt know how to answer her question.


If I said I did then she would just laugh and feel obliged to torment me further. If I denied it she would probably think I was lying and torment me further.

It suddenly dawned on me there was no way to win I was only forestalling the inevitable humiliation that was going to happen this afternoon.


My instincts kicked in and I decided to fall back on the white-alert protocol “Yes Mistress, I love being naked in front of students, faculty and a bunch of strangers!” I even panted a little and sucked my lip.


“What do you like about it, slut?” Delilah hadnt expected me to act turned on. She seemed to like the hesitant and uncertain me.


“It makes my cunt wet to show off my titties and make guys hard,” I have to admit that there was a kernel of truth to the adrenalin rush I had received from my jaunt on the football field. However, it really was all about my symbolic end of my life as a boring, goody-two-shoes and my commitment to giving Dad and Chris payback.


Zeke adjusted himself in his jeans and I knew his brothers were also getting turned on so I turned up the heat.


“Can you take off your pants and jizz all over me? I liked how you three fucked me the other day. I took your virginity right, Sir?”  I addressed all three of the Waxerman boys and started to rock and writhe with my hips a little. Roscoe was still wandering around loose on the patio while all of this dirty, little spectacle played out.


“You dont get human cock, when doggy cock would do just fine to fill up those gaping fat cum holes of yours.” Delilahs accident faded into obscurity as the freckled country girl tried to reverse course. I was turning the tables on her by not only accepting her as my mistress but embracing it!


I tried to keep cool and not let on that I had just figured out a way to win, but a smile crept across my face anyway.


“Why are you smiling, whore?” Delilah asked me as if she was disappointed and shocked.


“Your shoes are turning me on, Mistress. I love how you are crushing my big, fat nipples under their weight and driving my nipple rings into my chest, could you play with me more?” I mewed in the sexiest voice I could muster. I cant help but feel like Taylor Swift awkwardly trying to pretend to be sexy when I do this but it seemed to turn on the guys and fluster Delilah she withdrew her shoe as if she had just stepped in one of Roscoes dog biscuits.


I laid it on a little thick and groaned and sighed batting my eyes. The ironic thing is the more I pretended to be turned on the more arousal I felt coursing through me. My nipples got hard and goose bumps emerged up and down my body as I lay on the coarse cement of my backyard patio egging them on.


“You want to be a little puppy fucker dont you, slut?” Delilahs eyes narrowed at me. I could see Mrs. Waxermans face in hers what the old woman must have looked like as a young girl before decades of intolerance and repression had made her the insufferable busy-body she had become.


“Yes mistress, but Roscoes dick is empty and tired, cant I have all three of theirs? Oh please? Its just so unfay-er”, I was worried I had just revealed my hand when my sobbing plea sounded like my sweet Georgia peach accent.


“You are going to have to EARN every inch of that peter you want to plug in your unholy holes!” Delilahs voice even started to sound more like her Aunt as she chided me for being such a wanton pervert.


“Oh yes Mistress, anything you ever did want, I will obey if you will let me lick their dicks!” I stuck my tongue out and panted like a puppy, while I worked myself upright on my elbows. I was pressing my luck by talking with a southern accent but it seemed to be backing Delilah into a corner she hadnt expected me to do all of this and I admit I was actually enjoying not being entirely helpless despite being handcuffed, naked and essentially completely helpless. One shift in attitude had changed the game entirely!


“Okay doggy bitch, flip over and spread that Ass for us,” Delilah swallowed uncomfortably as she searched for the kinkiest things she could make me do.


“I have a lot of practice spreading my ass, Mistress.” I had grown comfortable enough to throw myself into the role but I admit I wasnt sure how much was white-alert and seeing how far I could push myself anymore. I flipped over on to my knees with my hands still cuffed behind me and pushed my nose into the grass as I spread my legs behind me. I was kneeling with my tits touching the grass and my ass up as high as I could get it.


One of the Waxerman boys made a farting sound with his mouth as my ass came into view and the others who had been chuckling all along laughed a little harder at the impromptu raspberry that was supposed to have come from my ass.


“Oh, my farts dont sound like that silly-sir.” I teased playfully and then I held my breath and pushed my tummy in and expelled out the cutest little dainty fart I could muster. My brother had made me and my mom play games to see who could burp or fart when we were earning stars or else I probably wouldnt have had that ability to bring one out on command.


They erupted in laughter at the sound it made and told me to do it again.


“You know I would obey sir, but I am afraid I may shit myself if I did,” I teased. I knew that they loved farts and poop and my saying “Shit” only made them laugh at the preposterousness of it. I probably looked like this blonde-blue-eyed little sweety-pie and talking like a sailor only added to the naughty-ness of it all.


“So? I want to see you squeeze cheese out of that precious pink poop-hole of yours” the voice that said this curled my blood and gave me pause. I had my face buried in the dirt but I knew instantly it was Cathy Griffin now head cheerleader of the Cherry Lawn Rams Varsity Football Team.


“Hello Mistress, the more the merrier!” I had been caught off guard and I was losing steam with playing the over-eager-slut once I heard her push the sliding glass door and walk over.


“Who are these little turds? Wally and the Beaver?” Cathy demanded.


I didnt look up I just kept my ass up in the air and said, “No Mistress, they are my key holder Delilah, and her brothers Jimmy, Zeke and Gordon Waxerman, Maam”.


“I was going to introduce you to the board of education,” she tapped what I assumed was a wooden paddle against my ass, since you didnt have any class work today and introduce you to my new boy toy, but it seems you are busy.”


I looked up and over my shoulder and I was aghast and stunned by what I saw.


Dave Stravosky star football player and all around jock  - standing next to little 54” strawberry blonde and spritely Cathy Griffin in her cheerleader uniform. Dave was already well over six foot tall and needing to shave he had close cropped brown hair and instead of his football jersey he was wearing a lace-up black bustier, panties, fishnets and a garter.


He was still standing like a football player with all the attitude and swager, but there was a thin metal chain leash coming from the panties and wrapped around Cathys wrist. It said “Gay-bait #31” on his forehead in red lipstick and some of the letters were backwards as if he had tried to write them himself in the mirror.


“Laugh it up, its an initiation, okay?” Dave snarled at me when he saw I was looking up at him.


Cathy pulled the chain which was obviously attached to his balls. He immediately dropped his tough guy act by a notch and thanked her. The Waxerman boys had a good laugh at his getting taken down a peg or two and he just ignored it.


“Davey agreed to be my boy-toy plaything, and in exchange I make him suck cocks.” Cathy stated callously while still holding his leash tightly.


“That isnt it, its a football initiation!” Dave sounded alarmed.


“Oh are you calling me a liar again?” Cathy asked and he shrunk back and I could have sworn I saw him actually cower.


“No Mistress, I am sorry, I am so sorry!” Dave wanted to grab his nuts but resisted the urge and put his beefy arms behind his back. If I didnt know better- I almost saw a smile on his face.


“You like to suck guys dicks dont you, Davey-poo?”  Cathy asked him.


“No Mistress, you made me do that,” Daves denial didnt sound very authentic and Cathy gave him a yank on the chain to demonstrate she didnt believe it either.


“Oh god, you are ripping my nuts off,” Dave sounded like he was in anguish.


“Just wait until I get you some ball stretchers, you will grow to love them! Now Davey here, admit the truth to our new found friends and slut-bitch that you cant get it up for girls, and you love dick?”

There was a long pause and then an “Arggggggggg” from Dave as she jerked his chain again followed by some Waxerman giggles.


“He is so much more fun of a plaything than you, girly.” Cathy laughed sadistically before adding “Go ahead and whip it out, Dave. If you can get hard and cum inside Jamie I will let you out of our little deal, but if you cant then you will have to do this for another week.” She jerked his chain just slightly to let him know she was serious.


“Another week? No way, big game this weekend!” Dave demanded.


“So you cant get off with a fine little piece of fishy-trim like Jamie Taylor, can you? Perhaps I should invite her brother out here to get you turned on.”


“No, I can get hard for a girl!” Dave demanded before another jerk of the chain made him remember to add “Mistress” to his words.


“I didnt say just get hard. I want to see you cum and pull out and shoot all over her back. You can pick any hole, if you are so confident.” I couldnt see Cathy as she spoke but her confidence made her sound about ten feet tall.


“What? Thats sick. Get off in front of these kids? I cant fuck in front of them,” Dave sounded nervous about the challenge.


“They were about to stick a garden hose up Jamies ass,” They were? That was news to me. “I think they wont be too scarred for life by seeing your little dick-stick pounding some fresh pussy, would you boys?” Cathy received nothing but pleased faces and agreement from the Waxerman boys.


“Okay, Okay but could it be you instead?” Dave was negotiating without anything to offer in exchange for changing the deal.


I had already anticipated Cathys bemused laughter at the notion he could put his dick inside of her. “No, no, I am not a pathetic little fuck pig like Jamie Taylor. If you liked girls half as much as you pretended, Ive got six or seven girls on varsity who would fuck you on command. You wont be stabbing that pathetic little dick into THESE holes though,” Cathy delivered him a laugh that would shrink any straight guys erection.


It started to make sense to me that Dave may have been gay. I remember he was always the one who was calling other people homo and trying to sound macho and tough but even when he fucked me the day before, only his friends had cum inside me. He had actually pissed all over me the first time he caught me masturbating in school why would he have done that if he could have jerked off on to me instead?


“You city-born preppies sure are freaks,” Delilah finally offered while Dave tried to negotiate down his sentence. He was trying to get her to let him do it just up until the game at the end of the week but Cathy was having none of it and the more he pleaded the more she laughed.


“Preppies? Well who are you, Daisy Mae?” Cathy sized up Delilah they were about the same size and temperament and I had wondered what might happen when they met.


“I have a cousin named Daisy Mae, how did you know that?” Delilah asked skeptically.


“Of course you do, down in Fuckman Acres Trailer Park where the toothless inbred hillbillies come from, there is always a Daisy Mae!” Cathy giggled and gave a small jerk to Daves leash when he started to laugh too.


“I dont rightly know why you think that is funny, but I dont like you all that much,” Delilah replied defiantly.


“That makes two of us,” Cathy answered right back. “Ive seen you all traipsing around in your 1950s style haircuts and Leave it to Beaver wardrobe, but until now I didnt think much about you. You live next to Doctor Jim?

“You know Doctor Hooker?” Delilah sounded like she couldnt believe he would be associated with her.


“Lets just say I know he likes to play tie-up games down in his basement,” Cathy had dirt on everyone it was how she was able to keep power over people. If she didnt have blackmail on you, she offered sex from someone she did have blackmail on to get that power.

“I bet you would go down there for twenty dollars,” Delilahs voice sounded like her Aunts when she tried to sound offended and shocked.


“You know I could get you a hundred bucks clear and free for an hours work, if you let me make a few introductions on your behalf sweety.” Cathy shrugged off the insult and offered one of her own.


“I am no prostitute!” Delilah was getting excited now keep in mind, all the while I am on my knees and naked with my face in the grass and my hands cuffed behind my back and no one is paying the least bit of attention to me besides Roscoe occasionally licking the sweet off my body.

“Yeah, youve got no tits at all, and your face is kind of squirrelly,” Cathy agreed dismissively and turned to Gordon. “You in the middle, the fat one Chubbs. I could probably get a blonde wig for you and tuck your dick in, You have bigger boobs than your sister.”


Gordons brothers laughed but Delilah took this very personally as an affront.


“May I ...” I started to ask if I could get up and at least face them but both Cathy and Delilah simultaneously told me “NO” in a shout.


“What gives you the right Mrs. Strawberry to judge me or my brothers? Your tits arent so much either, and your ass is as flat as a flapjack!” Delilah was angry now.


“Oh my dear, you have no idea who you are fucking with and for that I pity you - You just made my shit list.” Cathy added, “Dont worry though, youll be in great company, a lot of people actually wish they could make that list- dont they Davey?” and she gave his nuts a tug on the chain.


“Oh, well youve been on my shit list since you sauntered your big ego in here, and Ive only got room for one name ON my list.” Delilah crowed.


“You know, I would expect that someone like you couldnt spell list, much less make one. Are you guys home-schooled or do you just play Banjo all day and squeal like piggies?” she addressed the boys with a sarcastic tone that even hurt my feelings so I knew it had cut a little deep by their sudden cessation of laughter.


Granted, they had been laughing all afternoon at my humiliation and were about to shove a garden hose up my unexpecting ass to get their jollies so it is a little hard to feel sympathy for them.


“You think you are so all mighty and tough, why dont you prove it?” Delilah demanded.


“Oh and how should I do that? I can already count to twenty without taking off my shoes and gloves, Delta Dawn. Do you have some country-game that I can prove I am Queen of the Hog-callers or something?”

Delilah tried her best to hide her sassy country accent but the angrier she got- the less she could control it and when Cathy made fun of it it only seemed to enrage her further.


“You could Injun leg wrestle me!” Delilah  was flustered.


“I am sorry, I did not read Tom Sawyer, what the fuck is Indian leg wrestling?” Cathy oozed a sort of contempt that Ive not heard before. It reminded me of two cats who were sizing each other up and there was an uneasy electricity in the air.


“Dont do it, Mistress.” Dave offered helpfully.


“Dont tell me what to do, Numb nuts.” Cathy yanked his chain and he stifled back up.


“Injun leg wrestling is where you lay on the ground in opposite directions.” Delilah explained with an obvious chip on her shoulder.


“Sixty nine!” Jimmy called out


“No dummy, hip to hip.” Delilah scorned her brothers interruption and explained that they both lock legs and count three and then try to flip the other one over.

“Sounds pretty lame, is this what you do when you have no Nintendo?” Cathy seemed pretty amused at the notion of wrestling.


“Chicken, Chicken, Bawk Bawk” Delilah flapped her arms and made squawking sounds to taunt Cathy.


“Okay, you made your point, and lets say I win, then what?” Cathy was cock-sure of herself and sounded like a street-wise negotiator trying to understand the angle of the hustle.


“You win and you can say you are the best, I guess?” Delilah laughed as if there was more to it than that in her countrified accent.


“I want to see what you are made of, Country girl. How about a friendly little wager?”


“Nah, I just want to beat the crap out of you, I dont want nuthin you have, and I mean that truly.” Delilah said scornfully.


“Now, I wouldnt bet you a little piece of shit like Dave Stravosky. That is insulting that you think Id wager a small pecker like his on anything”. She tied his chain to a branch of one of the trees in the backyard and considered her words.


“Tell you what, lets play three rounds. Lose once and drop the top, lose twice and go to panties, and lose three times and you go naked.” Cathys impish tone sounded more like a dare than an offer.


“Wha-eye?” Delilah drew out the countrified syllables to her one word question I had heard her do this before when she was really curious about something.


“I want to see if the carpet matches the drapes for one thing,” Cathy answered and I was sure that it may have gone over Delilahs head.


“When I win, how long are you going to stay naked fer?” Delilahs southern accent was almost cartoonish at this point.


“Oh, if I lost? Well as I dont intend to lose I suppose I could agree to be out here at least until Chris Griffin comes home to let his little slut of a sister take a shit on the lawn.”


Cathy and David were home from school awful early, I would imagine school wasnt even going to be out for at least a few more hours.

“I dont think so, taint no reason for me to be out here like that,” Delilah was backing down.


“That is of course if you lose, are you afraid that Chris might see that pudgy muffin-top belly of yours and your cottage cheese thighs? I saw you making googly eyes at him at the pool,” Cathy let that sink in before adding “Chris does what I tell him, I am the one who engineered this whole arrangement with his sister and mom, you know.”

“Chris Taylor is not some little boy toy like big-old-dufus over there” Delilah was angry, defiant and now defensive over my brother maybe she really did like him!

Dave started to defend himself but both girls gave him a stare that told him he was better off staying quiet. Dave turned his brow-beating on to the Waxerman boys since he couldnt intimidate anyone else in the yard at that exact moment. It was all becoming obvious to me that he bullied people when he was uncomfortable.


“I dont have thunder-thighs, anyhow!” Delilah fired back.


“Did I say thunder? No - more like pasty-white cottage cheese thighs. I saw you in that hillbilly one piece down at the pool party. Youve got a big thick bush of un-trimmed pussy hair and Id like to see you grovel and greet Chris when he comes out here to kiss my ass right in front of you.”


“You will chicken out, if you lose you really expect me to believe you are going to get down on your hands and knees and wait for Chris Taylor to kiss MY ass?” Delilah had just inched the stakes up a little further in clarifying the bet. These two girls have alpha personalities and Ive always found in any clique there is only room for one of those.


“The only way your Prince charming is going to kiss your freckled fat ass is when I write Kiss me Chris Taylor on it in Magic Marker after youve lost this little competition. Now if you want to back down?” Cathys voice was a challenge of contempt.


“Why on earth would I back down from a harlot like you?” Delilah laughed.


“I am captain of the cheerleading squad.” Cathy was in uniform and executed a perfect split in my backyard “Ive got muscles in places your brothers have never even fucked you in yet, little girl.”


“Why I have never!” Delilah might not have been able to help sounding like her dear old Aunt when she got flustered but right then I could have sworn it was the elder Waxerman.


“Oh you really should, mine are so much easier to control now that theyve had a taste of what I bring to the table.” Cathy sprung back up to her feet with ease.


“Now, I dont know about all this. Ifn I lose, then you get to write all over me in marker?” Delilah sounded uncharacteristically uncertain of herself.


“Yes, everyone out here can, but dont worry, Dave doesnt like girls, and Jamie here will just watch,” Cathy was making up the rules as she went but sounding very official


“Do it, Sis” and “You can kick her ass” the boys were egging on Delilah to take on her sudden new rival. I couldnt be sure if it was because theyd get to write on her and get some payback for all the times she welched on whatever twisted little bets they had or if they just had supreme confidence in her taking Cathy down.


“Now, you would keep my clothes nearby, and wouldnt let me brothers go throw them over the fence or up in the tree for me ta fetch, ifn I was the one to lose now would you?” Delilah was still unsure.


“Your brothers seem honest. You boys can hang on to our clothes, but like your sister said, dont throw them any further than over the fence or up in to a tree. You can climb trees cant you, Daisy Mae?” Cathy teased.


“I sure can, but you cant blame me for being a might bit nervous, that youd put a leash around my neck like that big strapping football player over yonder, and make me fetch and do doggy tricks like your other toy over there?” finally someone was talking about me, again! Hah, maybe I was an attention-whore because I had been left out of this entire thing and the first mention of my name and my ears perked up.


“Why, are you skeered of having to trot around like a dumb bitch for a few hours?” Cathy sneered in response.


“Its just that, well her Papa made her suck off the family dog and I didnt want ta have to do that, ifn I lost our little bet” Delilah had found a clever way to renew my humiliation all at once in her response.


“Thats fucking sick!!!” Dave exclaimed but as if he was actually impressed. Cathy just laughed “Well Jamie Taylor, that is a new low for even you.”


“So you wouldnt make me behave just like her, obviously then?” Delilah sighed with relief.


“Why wouldnt I? Are you too good to do it?” Cathys response coated in snark.


“It is just that well, if you lose then you have to do all this, and I know a priss like you wouldnt do it, and then Id have you welchin on a bet is all.” Delilah sounded a bit more savvy than she had let on. Who was the street-wise one here? I used to watch a show called “Green Acres” and the hillbilly huckster of a door-to-door salesmen used to grease the main character a lot like Delilah seemed to be turning the tables on Cathy. The question was could Cathy see that was happening?


“Honey, I would not be queen of the S-club at school, and have all the connections I did, if I wasnt willing to pay my debts. Now are we going to do this, or are you going to stall until Chris gets home?” I wasnt sure what the “S-club” was but I assumed it was part of how Cathy had obtained dominance over so many of my friends.


“Yeah, I guess so, I still think you are going to wuss out and not play fair, but I will if you will.” Delilah fired back in a daring tone of her own as the two girls laid flat on their backs on my patio and lined up for their first round.


I didnt dare ask if I could move to get a better view I just remained dutifully on the ground eating the dirt. I was wondering if this is how mom felt the night they made her stand on two chairs in the living room and ignored her the entire time.


I could not see them count off, but I heard the two girls as they locked legs and on 1,2,3..and go began a struggle that didnt last long at all. Delilah lost and I heard her complain she wasnt ready.


“Oh, I am sorry. Is one, two, three, go not sufficient for country bumpkins?” Cathy snarled as she demanded that Delilah pop her top.


“Dont you laugh,” Delilah declared her brothers chuckling to cease and they did (for the most part). Delilah handed her top to Jimmy and gave him a pouty expression that read dont you dare but it almost seemed to embolden Jimmy to wind up and toss the shirt and bra into the highest branches of the tree that Dave was chained too.


“Jimmy Waxerman!” Delilah was using her forearm to guard her nipples as she scolded her mischievous brother.

“Now, now, take your hands away from your boobs. You will be popped if you try to cover yourself its only fair” Cathy sounded like she was being considerate as she informed her nemesis of the new impromptu rule.


“Okay, but maybe we should stop. I didnt know you had so much leg strength, and all. Ill meet Chris out here with my boobies hanging out and you all can write on them, Ill even go inside and ask Mr. Taylor for a marker, if it will make you happy.” Delilah sounded contrite and tame.


“Oh but you agreed to go all the way down to your bare-ass, that isnt much of a game, if we stop now. I do like the idea of you having to beg Mr. Taylor for marker and how about duct tape too?” Cathy upped the ante once again.


“Oh no, if we had duct tape I would say tape our legs together, so you cant squirm and worm around on me like you done did that last time” I had heard Delilahs countrified innocence and knew that was an act but I dont think Cathy had any idea she might be being set up.


“I would agree to that, but you and I both have to ask. If there is one thing I am sure of, it is that the Taylors have a lot of duct tape around here.”


“What do you call it, Jamie?” Delilah called over to me.


“My brother calls it fuct tape, Mistress.” I answered with my nose pressed to the grass “because he likes to say, how fucked we are now that we are taped up.”


“Cant we send Jamie in? Her daddy would see my bare boobies and wonder what we are doing out here.” I couldnt see but I assumed Delilah had finally brought her arms down to her side. Her brothers had seen her topless that past weekend but I knew that losing to Cathy was probably eating at her.

“You sure are worried about what Mr. Taylor thinks. Tell you what, I will send Jamie with Dave to walk her in and ask for the fuct tape, but if you lose this next round then you and I will walk inside and you can remove your trashy denim mini-skirt in front of Mr. Taylor and you can give him back the tape, deal?”

I couldnt decide if both of them were trying to hustle each other, or they were just that competitive.


“Its a deal, bitch!” Delilah sounded cross and angry.


Cathy attached Daves leash to my dog collar and told him to walk me in on all fours and ask POLITELY for some duct tape. I was thankful to get to move from the awkward position I had been in for so long.


Dave grinned as he walked while looking down at me “So you really fucked a dog, huh?” he was delighted at how disgusting that sounded.


“Just like you really like sucking dicks, huh Sir?”  I answered him in as sweet and adorable a tone as possible. His response was to jerk my chain but it only proved to hurt his own balls. He didnt say another word to me as we walked inside.


“Mister Taylor, um Mistress Cathy, well she sent me in here for some duct tape.” Dave said bluntly without making eye contact with my dad.


My dad looked up from the computer. I assumed he would be lost in whatever video game had taken his interest but he was actually on linkedin.com and it looked like he was looking for a job -Way to go dad!!


My dad is the kind of guy who likes to be the strong and silent type and say things with his expression instead of his mouth. It does not always come off the way he would like but it seemed to with his expression towards Dave.


“It is a high school thing, I cant really explain. It is for football, like an initiation.” Dave continued to explain and back himself into a corner.


“Dave, its okay. I know Cathy very well. She has you by the balls literally over something. She had us that way too.” My dad tossed him the duct tape and went back to what he was doing with a playful slap to my bare ass as I crawled away.


“Those boys arent too hard on you out there are they Ass-face?” he asked as we walked away.


“No Master, they arent being mean at all.” I answered truthfully.


“Oh that is a pity, well hopefully it is a good warm up for work tonight, and you wont need a bunch of affirmations to loosen those pussy lips of yours.” Dad said without looking up from the computer.


Dave walked me back out to the patio on all fours and just laughed, “Your dad is kind of fucked up, but he is alright.”


The girls had already settled the last two rounds.

Delilah was down completely to her panties.


However, the great Cathy Griffin was standing in my backyard with her perky little tits completely bare and jiggling. I hadnt expected them to have so many freckles on them.


“Dave, I know you arent looking at my breasts? I thought you only liked dick, right?” Cathy dared him to glance in her direction and he said nothing just nodded like a Lion with no teeth.


In the time Ive been serving, I cant remember ever seeing Cathy naked. I dont even recall seeing her shower and now here she was with her chest completely bare in front of the Waxerman boys waiting for the duct tape.


“You took your sweet time, go tie yourselves to the tree!” Cathy grabbed the silver fuct tape from Dave and he walked me over to where we were before. This time at least I could see the battle from all fours, but I try to look on the positive side of things.


The girls quickly wrapped their legs tightly together in duct tape, and then almost by silent agreement the two wrapped the arms that faced each other in duct tape so they could complete their duel.


“This is the one you are going to lose, you know I could let you out of this?” Cathy offered sweetly to her rival.


“Yeah, I dont think so” Delilah had no intention of trusting Cathy as the two lay side by side preparing for what may be the final round of their competition.


“Just that you know, if you want to go double or nothing?” Cathy huffed.


“Double or nuthin? Like what?” Delilah was being catty and not really interested.


“Just we could make it interesting, you win the next round and well skip the panties entirely. Ill be your little puppy bitch until Chris comes home and for an hour afterwards I will offer to ride his dick like it has never been ridden before. I will beg for it!” Cathy was quite sure of herself as she made the promise.


“You would like that too much,” Delilah snubbed the bet.


“Well, okay I will throw in Dave too. You can have him until Friday as your little bitch.”

Dave seemed like he was going to say something but I kicked him with my leg to warn him to mind his place and he remained silent.


“I dont want him, besides my Aunt would have my hide if I tried to bring him inside.” Delilah rejected that offer too.


“You dont have to keep him over-nights, you can return him to his house when you are done making him clean and play house. I can even help you come up with fun things for him to do to keep him busy and amuse you if you arent creative enough to think of something.” Cathy smiled in that I just ate the canary way that was all too familiar.


“So lets say you lose, then what?” Delilah wasnt quite biting on the line but she was nibbling.


“Then I will skip the panties, and go straight to being a nasty little pet like Jamie. It wouldnt be the first time Ive done it.” Cathy purred.


I wondered what she meant by that had the great Cathy Griffin ever been on the receiving end of someones taunts and blackmails?  When my father was under my moms control, I remember her freaking out over him having pictures of her on his computer. She seemed to think that it may be us trying to blackmail her. Then when her brothers set us all up and engineered my car accident I got the impression there was something between her and her brothers.


How could she be so twisted and domineering if she had to be a good little obedient slut like me at home? I didnt have the heart to even kick Dave in the back of the leg when he was about to open his mouth and get himself in trouble again. This whole training has completely emptied me of the ambition of being assistant shift manager at a Dairy Freeze much less dominating anyone like we did Chris and Dad.

I was becoming more and more like my mom. My mind was wandering and pondering a thousand possibilities when I should have been listening to the girls talking.


“If you done did this before, then it aint no thang to you, but see that aint quite fair because my brothers are here and they wont be kind if I lose.”


“Nah, we will!” Gordon promised with a smirk.


“You know payback can be a real bitch though?” Delilah teased her brother with an edge of menace to her voice.


“Okay, so what do you want if you win this next round?” Cathy asked.


“Do you even got panties on?” Delilah asked skeptically.


“Yes, of course I do” Cathy confirmed by lifting up her uniform skirt and revealing her black spanks underneath.


“I mean you got real panties on underneath them shorts or whatever they is?” Delilah said while lying next to her opponent.


“Yeah, I do and so?” Cathy was getting annoyed.


“You ever watch WWE?”


Before Cathy could answer she had no idea what they were talking about and the Waxerman boys began to jeer “Diva Battle Royale!” and “Jillian Hall versus Mickie James!”


“Woot!” Dave pumped his fist in approval before receiving a cold stare from both girls that let him know to stop it.


“You and me, in one final battle, winner takes it all. We wrestle right here in the grass, and the first girl to pull the others clothes completely off is the winner of it.”


“Does that mean if I win, I get to own you for a week like precious Dave-heart here?” Cathy was intrigued.


“Only if my Aunt wont find out,” Delilah offered.


“That would cost you, you see there might be bruises and marks because I play a little rough” Cathy was thrilled at the stakes being increased.


“That aint nothing, my brothers and I wrassle all the time, she wouldnt notice that. I mean I dont have ta be naked at home, except when its time for changing, enemas and bath.”


“You get naked in front of your Aunt and she gives you enemas?” Cathy had a new appreciation for her jealous little rival.


“Yeah, but my brothers get theirs in another room, so its not that bad.” Delilah replied casually.


“You will have to ask to get yours at the same time with your brothers, but we can agree to two weeks if you lose and one week of me being your slave if I lose.” Cathy smiled.


“I dont know about taking my enema in front of my brothers, now that is a little more than I can do” Delilah was backing down.


“Honey, are you worried about your brothers seeing you do something nasty? They are going to be here when you get down on your hands and knees and beg Chris to put his balls on your forehead and teabag you anyway.” Cathy promised.


“Oh you are so sure of yourself? How come then you will only do it for one week if you lose?” Delilah demanded.


“Well because I dont have the same worry that you do. My parents are completely whipped and dont dare cross me. They wont have a problem with you sleeping over if you want to keep an eye on me. I can be a very obedient and well behaved slave but I dont intend to lose so I will give you two full weeks.” Cathy offered magnanimously.


“Get the hose!” Delilah snapped her fingers and began wrestling with Cathy without warning adding “You are on, bitch!!”


The two girls began to wrestle and fight just as they were- with one arm and one leg duct taped together. Delilah was already down to panties and all Cathy had to do was snare the white cotton things and pull them completely off.


Cathy on the other hand was still wearing her shoes and miniskirt with spanks while the two struggled flesh to flesh in the dirt. Delilah demanded her brothers spray the grass near the cement with water from the hose as the two girls wrestled into it.


The cement was hard and gritty - I still had pebbles in my back from the rough spots. However, the grass was getting soft and sticky from the brown mud created by the boys spraying the girls with water. They mostly hugged as the two of them fought at the wrists for control over the other. A stray hand would slap the other girl or pull a big handful of hair as the two wrestled to strip the other.


Delilah head-butted Cathy really hard and while she was stunned grabbed her mini skirt waist band and tore it.


The boys were cheering them on like a rowdy group of wrestling fans screaming out for their favorite Wrestle-mania Diva. Dave was excited by the sport of the thing and I couldnt tell if he was rooting for his Mistress or hoping she got her face slammed into the mud.


As the ground became slippery and started to coat their bare bodies the girls had to give up trying to lock hands around each others wrists and moved quickly to struggling for each others arms and then getting grabby with each others boobs.


I couldnt believe how snooty Cathy and Delilah could both be but how willing they were to humiliate themselves if in the process they could humiliate someone else. Their hair was now coated in mud and it looked like tiny bits of melted milk chocolate was all over their intertwined bodies.


Delilahs panties were riding up in her ass crack and were pulled up in the front but were hanging on despite many attempts by Cathy to rip or pull them. Cathy wasnt using a strategy to get them off in a direction she was just wildly pulling them up or to the side in the hopes that would pull them off.


Delilah was controlling their legs by locking them up and inch by inch she slid off Cathys skirt until it was just a shredded mess of fabric. I knew Cathys parents were loaded and it wouldnt cost her anything to replace it but the goody-two shoes inside made me feel a little guilty to see them ruined this way.


The guys cheering egged on the two girls to fight like banshees clawing, pulling, biting, slapping, twisting, and kneeing, they did everything but punch like two men.


Then Delilah punched Cathy right in the tit.


Cathy responded by lobbing a solid fist to Delilahs abdomen and knocking the wind out of her with her free hand. The two girls were tangled together in a rough knock-down drag out chick-battle. The guys were enjoying what they were seeing but it was starting to scare me.


I started to wonder who would win?


Delilah was a country girl who wrestled with her brothers but they were smaller than her. Cathy on the other hand was wiry and athletic and who knows what her older brothers had done to make her so sadistic and cruel.


I would not find out who would win between the two.


At the climax of the clash between these two brutal bitches I heard the glass door slide open and...






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