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Family Feud IV

Chapter 30 Wendy’s Journal: Unless Life also hands you sugar and water – your lemonade is going to suck

The Family Feud IV

Chapter Thirty
Wendys Journal: Unless Life also hands you sugar and water your lemonade is going to suck


**Note to reader: This is Wendys journal from Wednesday approximately 6pm after she finishes shopping with her son and Peter and is in the process of putting away the supplies they bought. In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a narrative story format.


CASH EARNINGS WEDNESDAY

WENDY: $385

JAMIE: $345

“It sucks that there is no TV in here,” My son was complaining as we arrived back at the cabana.


“Television? It sucks that there is no fucking air freshener in here. It smells like a dog turd in Oprahs vagina in here. Open a fucking window or something.” Peter locked the screen door open so we could bring the supplies in and get a little airflow.


Now one thing I should say is I dont normally complain about having big tits. I mean, who would? I have grown so used to these big, bulbous orbs jutting out from my chest that I cant remember what it was like to have little titties. I never had nice, pert and perky ones like Jamie does. There have been times that Ive tried to assuage the guilt of paying for the surgery instead of going on more family vacations since this began. There have also been times when I recognized the hubris of vanity that made me buy them in the first place, with the belief that they would help my career by giving me self-confidence. I remember walking with my shoulders back with all this swagger when I first got these high-set boulders on my chest and thinking this was going to pay for itself.


Granted, now that I am not allowed to wear a bra and I am sporting silver ringlets in my nipples, I get a lot of creepy stares from men and evil glances from women who think I am a man-stealing cunt. I have ALMOST gotten used to that. However, because I have not been allowed to express my milk, I can feel it hanging heavy in my boobs. I can imagine it sloshing around in the muscle and straining to pump out of my nipples if only someone would stimulate them.


It can be frustrating but Ive agreed to keep up the discipline and I am going to. I know I could at any time just tell Chris, “Look, if you want me to keep doing this, you have to permit me a few freedoms unless you are going to maintain the milking times your father insisted on,” or something but that would undermine Chris.


It also wont help me. Surprisingly, staying in a submissive mindset allows me to deal better with what I am going to have to do to make this money. It is to my benefit to let Chris and Peter have their yucks at my expense, along with their pinches and gropes, because if I get too casual and revert to my old nature, I will probably start to backpedal and lose all my motivation to finish what I started.


I was carrying in the stuff my son bought, mostly snacks for himself, and a few hygiene products for us when I heard a truck pull into the motel parking lot. I turned around hoping that it was Bill. No, it was just a guy coming for one of the other girls, a regular by the looks of him and very familiar with the cabana of choice. I followed the others inside.


I was chewing my lip and thinking about my tits and about a million things. If my husband was going to come back or not was one of the big ones at the top of the pile. I dont want to think about it too much but in the back of my mind, maybe he just ran back to his Moms house?


“I know your mom is a crazy psycho bitch and all but is she going to cream me if I tell her an order?” I heard Jerry say just as I realized I was daydreaming.


“Mom, that broom is going even FURTHER up your ass tonight if you dont move it and strip like a good little slut!” My son grabbed my nipples and twisted hard, causing my knees to buckle. “I am sure my mom will be reasonable Peter, if you just motivate her properly. Jerry, that wimp, had that coming,” he explained to his new- found compatriot.


“Yes Master, I am sorry!” I set down the supplies and stripped as quickly as I could to fall in with my daughter in position one. I stood with my aching tits out and shoulders back, shoulders width apart with my hands pulling my ass cheeks apart, waiting.


I wondered to myself and questioning if I had just basically RAPED Jerry. What was wrong with me that I went off like that? I mean, yes, he put papers in motion that lost me a house that I had been paying payments on for years. Yes, he fed information to my office rival that led to my termination and the loss of a job I worked my ass off for. However, did I have a right to leave him handcuffed and naked to a dumpster? Isnt treating my son and husband like that how I ended up agreeing to karmic payback? But who is to say what I did to Jerry wasnt me acting as an agent of karma and not just the retribution from a pissed off chick?


It is a dangerous thing to start thinking your motivations to hurt others is righteous. I would so like to give some payback Vicky and, for that matter, Mr. Bitterman and his rotten granddaughter in the same way but would that not make me just as bad as them?


I felt a tiny kick to my ass cheek so I turned my head. Peter was lying on the bed kicking me, “I say, do you watch Sons of Anarchy?” he repeated.


“I am sorry Sir, I am not allowed to watch TV anymore but back when I could, I dont recall that show,” I said without apologizing that I had ignored him in the first place. I was getting sloppy; not by a lot but enough that I noticed I wasnt giving my all to behaving submissively.


“You really should. Well I guess you cant now, anyway. There isnt a TV in this fungus-infested rat-hole but its a show about these bikers. I was going to say that you bear a strong resemblance to Katy Sagals character.  After watching you go crazy on my brother, I would say you probably act like her too.”


I really wasnt sure how to respond to that. He wasnt looking at my face to see my expression anyway. He was looking straight at my asshole as he talked to me from on top of the bed. “Oh?” was all I could think of to say.


“Yeah, her name is Gemma and she is sort of this bad-ass momma bear type. Shell fuck someone up who messes with her family. It is really god-damned sexy!” Peter lay back on the bed and looked up, not awaiting a response from me.


I remembered her from Married with Children and wasnt quite sure how to take that. Did she still have the big 1980s hair and hot pants in Sons of Anarchy?

I turned around to look straight ahead again and saw Chris walking out of the bathroom. “Okay, its going to stink in there for a while, which is good news for you two skanks since you two are going to shave those pussies right here instead so we can watch.” he quipped.


“Amen brother!” Peter clapped his hands in appreciation of the show he was about to witness.


“Master, your sister and I, we havent finished milking ourselves today, could we do that first please?” I asked very nicely.


“Awww, are those nipples sore?” Chris asked me in a child-like mocking tone that instantly told me my request was already denied.


“Yes sir,” I swallowed, knowing he was going to fuck with me some more. I could hear Peter rip open a bag of potato chips from behind me with a chuckle.


“Has your comfort ever been my concern when you started this with us?” Chris asked a very appropriate question.


“No sir,” I answered truthfully. It certainly hadnt been.


“You are doing that thing where you bite down hard, as if you have something to say but are afraid to say it,” Chris observed “Do you have something to say, cunt?”


“Yes Sir,” I had a dozen things I could say and should say but I went with, “Please accept my apology for thinking of my own discomfort when I should be entertaining you and your friend and preparing myself and my daughter to work tonight. I would be happy to shave her body so that it is hairless and smooth to the touch. Thank you for reminding me of my place.”


“Oh snap, that is so fucking cool, bro!” Peter called out from behind me, obviously elated that my son was dressing me down.


“So nice of you to agree. Youve become a little mouthy and resistant. Is that because Dad isnt here to put you in your place?” Chris ran his fingers along my pussy lips then began fingering my clit hood and flicking my piercing.


I wish he had not asked me that question since I did not want to undermine his confidence.


“I admit that I have been feeling it just like Mom, Sir.” Jamie abruptly answered on my behalf. “I havent been giving this my all and Ive been lax in my behavior. I am sorry too, Sir.” I knew she was a good-natured girl who felt guilty about keeping secrets but I hadnt seen her answer a question meant for me before. The doubts and concerns I have must be eating away at her as well.


“I do not recall asking you, Ass Fart, but you both earned yourself some punishment to correct these attitudes. You girls dont run this shit; I run this shit!” He put his thumb to his chest and then sniffed it. “Mom, I smell your wet cunt. Are you turned on right now?”


“I am, well, I am wet right now, Master,” I could hear Peters laugh as I stumbled over the answer. Why was I so aroused? Had it been the adrenalin from kicking Jerrys ass?


“You know,” Peter spoke to Chris, “from behind I can see your mothers pussy between her legs hanging down like a big puffy oyster with the shadow of her clit ring but I cant see your sisters little clam. I can only see that diamond stud in her ass.”


“Which do you like more?” Chris looked over at him, giving us a temporary reprieve from whatever punishment we had coming.


“Actually, I prefer to see their assholes naked completely. They look like brown little balloon knots. Can they take the plugs out for a while?” Peter asked politely, leaving the mental image of my asshole as a childs party toy in my mind.


“You heard the man. Cow Tits, get on your knees and remove Ass Farts plug then let her do the same to you,” Chris commanded. I dutifully remained facing him, squatted behind my daughter still holding my own ass cheeks apart and collected her butt plug with my teeth. Then I stood back in place with the stainless steel plug hanging out of my mouth while she did the same.


“Those are really nice turd-cutters,” Peter sounded impressed by our bare asses. It felt good to have the plug released but, at the same time, I had grown used to its weight. I wondered if that was a metaphor for what I was doing now with my life.


“You know my sister can swallow two strings and in an hour they will come out the other end tied in a knot.” Chris said seriously. I dont remember him ever trying this with me.


“Really?” Peter was amazed. I knew Jamie was talented but I never heard of this.


“I shit you knot!” Chris made a play on words to laughter from Peter and even smirks from us.

“We used to keep them without anything crammed up their asses all the time, but Dad felt they needed to keep them occupied.” Chris walked behind us to look himself. “You know, you are right. I think the diamond plug peeking out of their ass cheeks is a good sign of their obedience but I really like seeing their balloon knots. I like that term by the way. Ladies, take each others ass plugs out of your mouths and thank Peter for making this suggestion.”


“Thank you Peter” we said in unison. I wanted to roll my eyes that he was making me agree with the man who suggested he liked looking at my asshole because it reminded him of a balloon. There is a weird feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when your dignity starts to evaporate completely. The loss of control makes your nerves start to pulse. I wish I could explain that feeling better. Ive felt enough of it that I should be able to describe it.


“I didnt say keep them out of your mouth forever,” Chris chuckled and ordered us to put them back the other way around so we could clean them. “Thats it, really suck and wash those plugs,” Chris laughed.


“Who has a tighter pussy?” Peter asked.


“Well, actually Ive never fucked my mom but Ive had my fingers in there and Jamie and I were both born there so I guess my sisters is tighter,” Chris began to apply clothes pins to our pussy lips as he explained.


“Damn, you can do all this to her and you never fucked her?” Peter was surprised.


“Well, Ive fucked her in the ass, and shes sucked my dick, and licked my cum off Jamies cunt. Does that count?” Chris answered calmly while the little bastard attached another painful biting clip to my pussy.


“How did that sweet-sweet cum taste when you licked off your daughters sweet-sweet pussy?” Peter yowled with amusement at me.


“Swfeet, sir?” I mumbled around the butt plug in my mouth. I was not sure what to say but the answer seemed to please him.


“I bet it did! I bet it did!” Peter laughed and rolled lazily on our bed. He reminded me of Rumplestilskin, the impish gnome from fairytales who seems to tease and cajole while he spins gold for you.


“Im going to punish you last,” Chris said. I wondered if I had said, You mean THIS wasnt the punishment, Sir? would have been received as funny or made the punishment even worse so I refrained since I wasnt sure of the answer this time.


“You two get down on all fours and get your enemas then I will let you milk each other while you hold them in.” He sounded like he genuinely felt that was cutting us some slack.


We dutifully obeyed with the butt plugs still in our mouth, stretching out like dogs on the dingy floor.


“Notice how Ass Farts nipples are pink, soft and about the size of a quarter while your moms are dark and much bigger? What is that all about?” Peter asked my son. I felt as if I was under evaluation and, so far, Jamie came out ahead in every single category.


“Well, obviously Moms tits are fake.” Chris held up one of my boobs in his palm and let it bounce back into place.


“Yeah, natural is much nicer.” Peter had no qualms about making his preferences known.


“We keep stretching and fattening up the nipples though. The piercings really make them stand up, you know what I mean?”


“Yeah, they make me stand up too,” Peter mused playfully. “I think I like your moms pussy more overall though.” I cant believe that I was actually flattered and relieved to have won one of his evaluations. “The daughter has sort of just a thin line and then her clit hood is sticking out. Your mom on the other hand has sort of a meaty pocket of folds. It looks extra juicy.”


“Ass Faces cunt would be a hairless slit if we didnt have the piercing in her clit. They pulled it out of her pussy so that it is always being stimulated and exposed,” Chris said as if he were describing the most ordinary thing in the world.


“Damn, maybe I changed my mind on which honey-hole I like more. So you are always wet, little girl?” Peter sounded so creepy when he said that. It made my skin crawl.


“Yes sir, I am almost always at least slightly aroused, and turned on.” Once I heard Jamies admission I was just a little more creeped out than I thought I should be.


“Stop flirting, and get on the ground so I can clean the shit out of your fat asses,” Chris shoved his sister playfully and we both took the ordered position to be obedient little sluts while Peter and Chris grinned.


A fleet enema with absolutely no lubrication was jammed up my ass unceremoniously. I could feel the flow of the saline solution into my ass as Chris gave the bottle a hard squeeze.


“How often do you guys do enemas?” Peter was watching with his elbow propping him up while he lay like a decadent Roman Emperor on his royal divan.


“We like to clean them out of all the shit theyve got packed away at least once a day. The rig we have at home is really nice. It is a double bag model and we had a goat milker we could turn on when they were getting the enema!” Chris sounded really proud as he described the hardware he and his father bought from Bufords store.


“Oh wow, they get so much water packed up their backside that I bet you can hear the ocean when you put your ear to your moms butthole.” Peter joked.


I admit that I almost spit out the butt plug laughing. That sounded like the kind of joke that Chris would tell. I managed to keep my composure though as Chris started Jamies enema. Chris left the bottle up turned in our asses and we were expected to sort of wiggle-wiggle it like a puppy-dog tail. That really seemed to amuse Peter.


“We have a neighbor who gave us this recipe for Waxermans Magical Wonder Tonic. You use pepper, lemon juice, hot sauce, milk and a little castor oil. It definitely binds them up and cleans them out,” Chris explained to his friend while they watched us wait for the bottles contents to empty into our bottoms.


“You two spill a drop of it and you will lick it up! You have five minutes to milk each other. Mom you go first and then Jamie is second. I will tell you when you have reached the half-way point.” Chris had called us both by our old names. I wondered if he too was getting a little lazy enforcing discipline or if it had been an innocent mistake. Maybe it was Freudian and he didnt realize his doubts about his dad were driving some of his behavior.


I got to my knees, reached under my daughter and began tugging her nipples hard as if I was milking a cow. I gave her an extra hard twist and crushed her nipples between my thumb and forefinger as I had earlier today when Peter had first walked in on us. It did not take long for Jamie to start spraying her milk into a small Tupperware bowl that Chris had put under her.


I could feel the enema doing its work in my intestines and it already seemed to be begging for release. I could also see Jamie was having a hard time keeping it together. Between her nipples and now her ass needing release she was getting signals from both ends. I could see her strain not to let any of the water drip out while she maintained her position with the enema bottle planted in her ass.


“Okay, time!” Chris announced and my daughter and I switched positions with each other. She gave me even harder, more painful tugs than I had and I could hear her grunt hard. I could feel myself getting aroused from the pleasure of releasing my milk and I was getting worried that I was going to have a rolling orgasm and not be able to control my sphincter muscles. I bit my lip. This wouldnt be the worst mess Ive cleaned up, I thought to myself as I quietly hoped it would be over soon. I looked down and saw the same blue bowl under my chest filling up with our milk.


“Can I drink that at the end?” Peter asked.


“Gross, normally I make them lap it up like kitties,” Chris explained.


“Boi-oh-oing, oing!!!” Peter made a spring noise with his mouth to emphasize how hot he thought that was.


I spit out the butt plug. I was going to explode like a volcano and there was no holding back the brown lava. “I cant hold it anymore!”


Jamie ran into the bathroom with me and we both took either side of the toilet with one leg/raised our legs side by side and released the enema backwash at the same time. I knew I was in for some trouble. “I am sorry, Master! I am so sorry!!”


Chris was already standing over us “You werent told to release and you certainly arent allowed to use a toilet bowl like one of us, you little fucking drippy-cunted bitches!” There was fire in his eyes. “You arent taking me serious, are you?”


He pulled me by my hair and Jamie by her nipple out of the bathroom and over by the bed. We still had clips on our pussies and Jamie had her silver butt plug in her mouth. “You dropped Pussy Farts plug. You need to put it back in your mouth!” He demanded of me.


I crawled back down on the floor and crept to where I had dropped the plug, picked it up and returned to my feet.


“Position one!” We returned to our earlier position at Chriss command.


“Gross, bro, arent you going to let them wipe after all that ass-blasting they just did in the toilet?” Peter laughed. It hadnt been solid but I was very wet back there from the splash back from the bowl.


“Why waste toilet paper on skanky cunts when they can use their tongues for something other than bitching that Dad isnt here?” Chriss snark sounded deadly serious. I thought about saying something but I chickened out.


“Yeah, save a tree, feed a ho.” Peter thought that was a great idea. He is a mean little perv.


Chris directed us to remove the plugs from our mouth then one at a time kneel in front of them and beg to clean the others ass. We had to beg and beg, humiliating ourselves in front of Peter. I had half a mind to get up, smack him and yell at him that we had had enough but I knew that would crush his new found confidence and I didnt want to do that to him.  I didnt know what Jamie was thinking but Im sure it was something along the line that if Mom can do this then so can I. With the revelation about her being excited all of the time, it helped explain why she seemed to derive so much pleasure out of our humiliation. It would be some kind of reinforcement loop that if she does all of these nasty things, shell get to get off. I must have been doing something right while I was thinking about all of this because Peter selected me first. Jamie got down on her shoulders and knees and reached back to expose her filthy ass to me. I got down behind her and began to lick the nasty tasting remnants of the enema off her ass and out of her ass crack. I did a fair job of cleaning Jamie. I barely drove my tongue in and out of her little clamshell slit. I was just about done when I noticed her left leg nervously starting to twitch and then she took her hands from her ass cheeks and rested them on the top of my head for balance. At least that is what I thought.


“What are you doing, Ass Fuck? You are supposed to let Mom clean you, not get off on it.” Chris hit her hard with a length of the broom handle across the ass. I thought Jamie was going to quit right then. Her ice blue eyes stared into him hard.


I left my tongue on her pink, parted lips while waiting to hear what Jamie would do. She removed her hands from the top of my head and placed them behind her to hold her ass cheeks apart. “I am sorry, Master. I know that was wrong of me. Cow Tits, would you please clean my ass now? I was getting too much pleasure from your tongue on my cunt. Thank you, Sir, for reminding me of my place.” Her sweet voice had a conflicted anguish to it.


“Good, but you dont ask your mom to do anything anymore.” Chris ordered me to finish on her asshole and put the broom down.


“I kind of want to fill up the bottle with piss and give them a piss enema,” Peter said as if that awkward exchange hadnt just happened or perhaps in spite of it in order to change the subject.


“You can do that next time. At the end I give them an inspection and if their booties are clean and empty, well get them back outside so they can start filling them with dicks.”


“Nigger dicks, Mexican dicks, Haitian dicks, old men dicks, big dicks, needle dicks, which dicks do you like least, little girl?” Peter inquired of Jamie.


“Dog dicks, I think,” Chris teased his sister and Peter made a Wowww face. I thought Jamie was going to bite my labia off at first since she bit down just a bit. But then she just reeled her tongue back in from polishing my clit ring and said just as sweetly as an angel next door, “Actually, all dick is welcome in any of my holes, Sir.”


“Boy-oh-oing-Boying!” Peter made an exaggerated spring noise. “My boner just got a boner!” He laughed and Chris laughed with him.


“Yo dawg, I heard you liked hard dicks so I put a hard dick on your hard dick so you can fuck your bitch while you fuck your bitch!” Chris was fond of saying that he heard you liked something so he put that same thing on it, so you can do it while you do it. I remember he used to say that sometimes even before this training began. I regret though not listening to him more. It took being his bitch for me to really do that.


I know that sounds corny but I am very thankful Ive had to listen to him now because he has a lot of things to say and he has felt like no one has heard him for years. That could be why he has stuffed his face and played dumb. He thought that was what people wanted him to do. Let me correct that; its not just people, it was Bill and I that made him feel that way. I share equal responsibility in that.


Jamie quietly finished cleaning me off and Chris ordered us to get the shaving cream and lube up on the carpet.


“I like the tattoo work. Reminds me of a guys tattoo parlor not too far from here,” Peter complimented us.


“Thank you sir, we got it at the county fair,” Jamie answered on her own behalf.


“I got a tattoo,” Peter rolled up his sleeve to show his 51% motherfucker, and 49% Sonavabitch tattoo. Then he joked, “In your case, you are 100% motherfucker,” to Chris with a tone of admiration.


“Technically, I am 100% son of a bitch and brother of one too,” Chris laughed.


We were already on the ground squatting. We did what we did every morning we had been trained together. We began to play our imaginary game of twister where we both have to bend and twist in such a way so that we can shave each other completely. That included pulling apart each others folds and really making sure there isnt a single strand of hair or peach fuzz standing.


“She gonna shave your moms mustache?” Peter called from the bed. He seemed to enjoy looking down on us on the floor more than us standing.


I have to admit a fresh barb of humiliation ran through me as I heard him say that. I knew I didnt have a mustache, years of electrolysis had eliminated that. However, it still hurt to think of myself with a little rim of hair on my lip.


My daughter and I writhed on the ground with the slippery gel shaving cream on our skin as we finished shaving each other in every nook and cranny of our bodies. We had become rather skilled at managing this quickly and efficiently while still putting on a little show for Bill and Chris while they supervised.


“Which one of these two is your favorite?” Peter asked curiously.


“I dunno, I dont think I have a favorite,” Chris answered while watching us shave each other.


“Cmon, everyone with dogs or kids plays favorites,” Peter was right and I know I had played favorites with Jamie over Chris. I was hoping Peter didnt dwell on it.


“Nah, I try to kick both their asses evenly. Its not fair to favor one over the other just because they are most like you, is it mom?” Chris asked passive-aggressively. I knew what he was asserting.


“No, Master. I am sorry that I favored your sister over you and didnt give you the attention and respect you deserve. Am I making up for it now?” I answered as I shaved my daughters leg while locking myself into a scissor position so she could shave mine.


“You gotta love seeing their asses like this every day, huh?” Peter changed the subject because either it was obviously a sore spot for us or he was just bored.


“I have every crease in their asses memorized. Even when this is over, Ill be jerking off to memories of this for the rest of my life,” Chris admitted. I could see his sisters face register with what seemed like quiet pride while she worked on removing all my body hair.


“What do you mean, this ends?” Peter was surprised.


“Yeah, it didnt always used to be like this between us. They have to remain my little bitch until we finish something this weekend but after that its up to them.” Chris sounded like he was wondering what would happen next week. I am a planner by nature and I was surprised I had not spent more time wondering. I was too busy trying to focus on the right now and immediate future.


My mind was on Chris hitting his sister with a heavy broom. When we had Bills Bill, we had rules and a goal. The stars were positive reinforcement and the infraction and correction cards were the consequences for our failing to be obedient. There were boundaries and limits that we could understand. They had hit us with paddles, whips, floggers and the pain was really measured in the skill of the person swinging it. However, I could not help but wonder if that broom hadnt been a thin kitchen broom but a heavy handle like a garden shovel. Would that have made it ok? Did we agree to everything?  I had been released from my obligation to Bill and Chris. This was overtime to try to get us to the user group forum. Could I not just ask for a break from the discipline if I wanted one?


Thoughts like that began to occur to me when I heard Jamie make a hsss sound. I had nicked her. “I am sorry Jamie!!” I saw the look in her face that told me she was mad but she just choked it back and said, “Thats okay WENDY”. I had just nicked her and it wasnt bleeding at all but I knew it felt like a paper cut on her inner ass cheek between her crack. I wondered if she was debating the same things I was in my head or if she had concluded that she would take whatever was dished out.


“Okay, before you cut yourselves to ribbons, stand up. You can shower after you get inspected so you can get to work but I need to punish you both for dropping the enema early, for Moms wet pussy, for Jamies little orgasm freak out, and most of all so you understand who owns those precious cunts of yours.”


We stood up and got back into position one.  “Keep your legs apart and your hands on your asscheeks, Cunt.” Chris started with me. He had the broom handle and swung it like a golf club up into my crotch. He drove the first one into the very center of my legs, landing a perfect bullseye for pain on my clit and pussy. I groaned in misery for the next three strikes before I started to anticipate them so I could ride the wave of pain with each strike.


“Dad is not here, do you understand, Cow tits?”


“Yes Sir” I wanted to buckle and fall over by the fifth one and it was killing me not to at least use my hands to defend myself.


“Your whore is going to have one sore snatch,” Peter laughed adding, “I bet shell want to take it in the ass instead.”


“Well then I better give her the remainder of her strokes on that hole to even her out. That way both are equally unpleasant,” Chris walked behind me and wound up the broom to give it a swing but managed only to swipe my right ass cheek with it.


“Who owns that asshole?” Chris was getting angry.


“Your Dad, you and Rahjid, Master.” I grunted as he landed the next one on the other cheek.


“Dad gave up, now its just me and Rahjid, but he only owns it when you are working. So now who owns that stinker?” Chris hit me directly on my budding butthole.


“Grrah,” I roared in pain. The flat of the broom with sudden force hitting the tender part of the nerve center around my asshole shocked me. “You own it, Master!” I pleaded.


He delivered another strike crossways on both ass cheeks. “Does Dad still own it?”


I did not want to answer so he struck another time but even harder. I knew there would be a purple bruise for a long time from the broom handle.


“Look, Dads not here. Its time to do your job though,” Chris whizzed the broom around and the whistle it made in the air sounded far worse than the beating I was getting at his hands. That is when the door opened and we all stopped and looked at the screen door as it slammed behind him.


“Dont look so happy ta see me,” he said. We were stunned. No one moved a muscle. I stood frozen in place while Chris held the broom handle inches away from delivering another strike to my ass.


“Dont let me stop you. It looks like you were teaching them a lesson. I can wait,” he folded his arm and stood in the doorway casually.


I had hoped beyond hope it was Bill, having just needed a little bit of time to cool off and regroup. Alas, it was a fully uniformed officer with a thick Boston accent and what looked like the largest night stick I had ever seen.


“Officer Mark, to what do we owe the pleasure of one of your timely visits?” Peter obviously knew him though.


“Mini-Me, so low ta the ground. I should have assumed you'd worm your way around here. Giving these girls a hahd time ah you?” His accent was thick as he looked with contempt at Mini-me sprawled out on the bed watching.


Chris put the broom down by his side but Jamie and I remained as we were, hands on ass cheeks and all.


“I heard there were some bizah new girls around in dog collars. I wanted ta check 'em out for myself,” Officer Mark was chewing gum in cadence with his words. He didnt seem overly alarmed that we were naked and being beaten but we all felt we were in danger of going to jail.


“Ma'am, is this young man bothering you? Perhaps you'd like ta file a complaint?” he addressed me. He had a swagger about him and as he moved the leather holster and gear on his belt made an obvious and intimidating sound.


“No Sir, no complaint. I asked him to do it to me,” I was nervous. Officer Mark had a square head like you picture a burly marine having. He seemed skeptical of my words as he sucked in air and continued chewing his gum. His walkie-talking squawked something incomprehensible and there was what felt like a long and awkward silence.


“Okay, and what is your story broom-boy, you her pimp or what? He asked Chris.


“I am her son,” Chris was nervous and I assume he thought that denying we were prostitutes was the best strategy.


“Son?” he chuckled. “That is a first on me,” He picked up his walkie-talking and spoke some code to answer the squawking and set it back in his holster. “That true Maam, this man who was assaulting you with a broom is your son?”

“He is my son,” I wondered if I should just admit the truth since everyone here at the motel was involved in prostitution. “I volunteered for him to do this, Sir.”


He chewed his gum some more as if trying to determine what was really going on. “Do you ladies have any ID? A passport or license I can see.”


Peter spit out hysterical laughter and hollered, “Show him, sluts!”


We werent sure what to say or do. I was waiting for Chris to talk on our behalf.


“Cmon ladies, lets see it,” Officer Mark reiterated while chewing impatiently.


Jamie bent at the waist and released her cheeks to select her butt plug and held it up. “He is talking about this, Sir.”


Officer Mark took the butt plug from her in his gloved hand and stared at it as he was trying to decipher it. “Ass Face?” he asked her.


“Yes sir, thats sort of my name.”


The corners of the officers mouth curled up in a half-smile as if he was slightly amused. “This thing got a birth date on it?” He smacked his gum as he inferred that he was asking how old she was.


“It doesnt, sir,” Jamie replied sweetly.


“Let me rephrase the question, sweetheart,” he smacked his gum “How old are you?”


I knew Jamie was honest to a fault but I also knew that everyone in the room, including herself, could get in a lot of trouble for her being under 18.


“I am sixteen, Sir.” Jamie isnt used to lying but I could tell she had at least considered it and how hesitant her answer was, as if she had decided that it was inevitable that he would find out anyway.


“The age of consent in this state is 16 but you are awfully young to be working the streets. I take it this is your mom, too?” Officer Mark handed her back the butt plug.


“Yes Sir, she is,” Jamie sounded less nervous in this answer.


“You two have been building up quite a reputation for yourselves in a short time, you know.” His smile broadened a little as he looked my daughters naked body up and down. “Didnt agree to let brother use the broom on you?”


“I am next, I think Sir,” Jamie stared at him in awe. She had always been taught to respect authority and this uniformed beat cop seemed to embody the square-jawed, steel-boot kind of rugged policeman stereotype.


“I think that is a shame. You sure you want him to beat you with a broom? Your mom isnt forcing you?” he let the words hover in the air like he was throwing her a life-line to tell him she was being abused.


“She isnt forcing me, sir. I asked for this discipline,” Jamie said looking at Chris for some sense of whether she should say as much. Chris was nervously checking his shoes for the fifteenth time. I should know since I was doing it as well. The officers shoes were shiny enough that I could see the reflection of my sore twat in them.


“What did you do to deserve a punishment?” Mark patiently chewed his gum and fidgeted with the handcuffs in his belt, the sound inferring we might go to jail.


“Hey Offissah Mahk, did you pahk the caw in Bahstan Yahd?” Peter mocked Marks accent to break the awkward silence but the officer just ignored him and continued looking at my daughter for a response.


“It isnt going to make a lot of sense, Sir,” Jamie tried to excuse herself from responding.


“Try me. I hear all kinds of unbelievable shit every single day,”


“Well, for one I didnt hold the enema I had in until I was permitted to shit,” Jamie waited to see if Officer Mark was going to stop her right there, her bright blue eyes scanning his face for some reaction. He remained stone faced with the hint of a smile on the edge of his mouth.


“Then when my mom was cleaning me up, I had an uncontrollable orgasm and held her by the head to my cunt while she ate me out,” Jamies face silently implored him to allow her to stop explaining before she continued.


“Lastly, it was an attitude adjustment, to establish he is the boss, and we need to learn our place, Taylor men come first.” She returned the officers stern gaze.


“Wicked, I figured maybe you just didnt make enough money last night. That is why most pimps beat their hos,” Officer Mark turned his attention away from my daughter after putting her on the spot like that. “I actually came here for Mini-me.” He turned his attention to Peter who looked very uncomfortable.


“I didnt do anything wrong. Why are you guys always hassling me?” Peter replied defensively.


“I know Mini-me, you never do anything,” he laughed in disbelief. “Actually, this time its your brother Jerry. He was tied up and left naked at a dumpster again.”


I saw Chris and Jamie smirking. “Again?” Had they noticed that last word?


“Okay, you want me to come bail him out of jail again? Peter replied.


“He said his alleged attackers were a particular midget matching your description, a fat, lumpy blonde haired teenager, one well-tanned woman in her thirties with sizable knockers and a blonde cheerleader type approximately sixteen both wearing minimal clothing,” Officer Mark stopped talking to await Peters response.


“Yeah, so?” Peter asked incredulously.


“Thought you might know someone who fit that description?” Officer Mark put his hands on his black lacquered gun belt and adjusted it.


“No, but I would be happy to keep my eye out and let you know if I come across them,” Peter answered coyly.


Officer Mark did not seem like he was willing to continue playing games.


“Okay, Okay, I did see them,” Peter stood up to give himself up and I relaxed my hands off my ass. I guess we were going to jail.


Peter reached into his pocket “Do the four of them look a little like Andrew Jackson?” He held up four twenties for the officer. Mark popped his gum and made no move, implying that was not the right idea, or just maybe not enough cash.


“Fine, I know two of them who look like Benjamin Franklin,” Peter offered two hundred dollar bills.


“Good,” Mark collected the four twenties AND the two hundred dollar bills “He is sitting out in the car. Ill release him to your custody and say our investigation was inconclusive. Pleasure doin business with yaz.”


Peter followed him outside complaining about that being all of his punani money.


Officer Mark stopped as he was about to leave and said, “You ladies have yourself a nice evening, I will be back around midnight to see if you have any donations for the police ball. I would say two hundred should cover it.” He smiled evilly as he swaggered back to his patrol car, leaving us alone to talk.


“Oh my god, that is my son?” Chris mocked my voice to criticize how I had answered the officer.


“You were the one who said that, sir,” I reminded him.


“Oh yeah, dammit. I was a totally nervous fuck.” Chris hit himself on the forehead with the broom in frustration with his actions. “Ouch, that fucking hurts,” he declared and I thought to myself uh yeah, I know!


I was hoping Jerry would come into the cabana so we could apologize and maybe hash things out like rational people as I gazed out the window. The officer had left him and his brother standing outside.  Jerry was pointing to our cabana in fear but Peter tapped his watch and yelled at him angrily. They both abruptly got into Peters green chevette and left without saying a word to us.


“Well, now what?” Chris sat on the bed with his hands propping up his head in worry.


“I would imagine you would finish punishing Mom, and then start on me, Sir?” Jamies mellifluous tone sounded like she was asking to finish some cinnamon buns and tea in an angels voice instead of volunteering to be beaten with a broom. “After that, we can get outside and start working?” she reminded him.


“You can say that again,” Bills familiar voice came from outside the screen door. I hadnt seen him pull up in his truck and I almost didnt believe it was him.


“You giving your brother a hard time, slut?” Bill smiled as he walked in holding an industrial size pack of 70 condoms in one hand.


“Where have you been?” I was the first to speak. I was too excited and worried to temper my voice. I sounded like I was being clingy. I hastily added, “Master?” but it was too late. I couldnt reel back in how I had phrased the question.


“Is that any of your business, slut?” Bill sounded confident and back in control so I nodded that it wasnt, as long as he had it handled.


“Have you been beating them with a broom?” Bill looked at Chris in disbelief. When Chris nodded that he had, Bill said, “My mom used to beat me with a broom like that. I guess if it knocked some sense into me then it could work on these two cunts. You just have to keep at it, son.” He was being facetious on some level but also serious.


When he saw that we were all still standing there wondering where he had been, he finally admitted it, “I had to take my old, faded, acid-washed jeans, records from the 1980s I never listened to, old comic books and magazines and all that crap that was in Rahjids storage room back home and list the whole mess on craigslist. I also put all of our furniture up because if we dont sell it now then the bank is going to take it on Friday.”


We nodded understanding and Bill walked over to the screen door. “Then I stopped by Home Depot and found some day laborers with money in their pockets so I made them a group deal.”


“Sort of like a Groupon, Dad?” Chris laughed.


“Yeah, whatever the fuck that is, exactly like it, son,” Bill grimaced and pushed open the door. The first of several, mostly Mexican, sweaty, grimy day laborers who still had the dust from bushes they had finished clear cutting and chips of cement on their clothes shuffled into the room. Their faces were tired but their eyes were full of lust when they saw my daughter and me standing there naked. I felt like a rabbit being held up to a pack of hungry wolves.


“Seventeen of them paid five hundred dollars combined for an hour with your sister and mom. You sluts have no problem entertaining them in any way they please, I assume,” Bill looked at our stunned expression. I had been missing Bill and doubting him. Now I was standing face to face with three of the 17 strangers who were deciding which one of us they wanted to fuck and it had been my husband who had brought them here with the express purpose of whoring me out to them and their friends..


This is the part of my journal than I am going to do my best to describe but I doubt I can accurately describe, moment by moment, the gangbang that went down. My son said it best when he said, “They took more loads than a washing machine.”


I wasnt sure how much English they spoke but the one that seemed like their leader didnt really need a lot. I pointed to myself and then to Jamie and he pointed at us both. I smiled invitingly and, as my husband left the room, I said, “Thank you, Master,” un-sarcastically as I could. I had agreed to be a whore. I just hadnt expected to do so much of it all at one time.


“As one leaves, I will send in another,” Bill said as he perched himself as gatekeeper on the front step.


I opened the box of condoms and handed them to the men while my daughter removed their belts and helped them off with their pants.


At first, it was awkward deciding where we should start but we got down on our knees and began to suck two of them off while I used my hand on the third one. The one I was wanking off became frustrated that he wasnt getting the same attention as the others. Like most men, he needed a little territory between cocks in order to feel like he wasnt a homosexual or something and he didnt want to edge into the other two men. I let go of his now hard cock, reached behind myself and pointed to my butt while I stood up some into an extended squat so he could come behind me. He wasted no time mounting my pussy from behind.


“Dad, you can send in another guy,” Jamie slurped the cock that was in her mouth. I could see she was playing with her own pussy to get herself ready “I mean, Master!!!” She corrected herself.


“Thats okay Slut, you will pay for that after,” Bill joked. I could hear him and Chris crack open a soft drink on the porch steps and laugh but I couldnt make out what they were discussing. I was too busy since the guy I was sucking didnt like the pace I was doing it and became more forceful with my head. He grabbed my head and started pulling me down on his cock all the way until I made a garbbgglll noise.


The guy breathing down my neck, pumping my pussy full of cock, smelled like onions and kerosene and his breath was hot and gross. His hands were clammy and dirty and sweat dripped from his belly onto my back but I kept bucking my ass into his crotch and riding him.


I barely looked over at my daughter but she was taking her two like a champion. I kind of felt sorry for her, the little blue-eyed, blonde-hair, innocent piece of fluff jammed between two rough looking Mexican day-workers. They were cupping her tits and pulling her hair as they fucked her from both ends.


I choked myself back off the dick stuffed in my mouth and managed to get out, “Switch please, sir.” I wasnt making him cum and he was trying to bury my tonsils in my throat with his cock. The guy behind me pulled out and stuffed his cock in my mouth. I instantly knew the taste of my own pussy juice over Jamies that coated the condom like enchilada sauce.


I hate to think of myself as racist but all I could do was picture these guys in ponchos and sombreros bringing me salsa at a Tex-Mex restaurant. That made me feel guilty, like a privileged suburbanite who looks down her nose at men like this and now they were fucking my daughter and me while grabbing, pulling and twisting our hair, tits and clits.


The one in front blew his load in the condom and slowly began to rock back and forth in my mouth. I kept moving my neck back and forth, coating his dick with my spit while he finished. He was about to take off his condom when I said “No, Gracias!” and used my teeth to remove it. I spit it on the ground near me to give to for Devis Das later.


He stood there waiting with his dick dangling in my face. I kissed his dick and looked up at him with a smile as if to say, “Goodbye, send in the next guy,” while I was getting pounded from behind. He stood there and rubbed his dick a little more looking down at me.


So I did the next thing that came natural to me. I opened my mouth wide and he stuck his dick in my mouth without a condom. I have to admit the taste wasnt quite as bad as latex. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see two other day-laborers walking in and I started to wonder how we were going to get through them all. “Gracias,” I took my mouth off the dick I was sucking and told him one of the only Spanish words I knew.


I started to unbuckle one of the new guys pants but they were both more interested in my daughter than me. I suppose that is to be expected since she is young and perky.  “Me pones muy caliente.” I could hear one of them say to the other as they watched my daughter bounce and twist for the dicks she already had in her.


I bucked hard against the man taking me from behind. Would he ever cum?


I had been in denial about looking over at my daughter. Weve done a lot of kinky things together but this was a full on gangbang and I was not sure I could watch her become meat in a Mexican sandwich. She had changed positions, putting her hands on the floor and kneeling so that she could suck one cock while another man could fuck her in the ass and a third could fuck her pussy!


I would have said something if my own mouth wasnt filled with cock at that moment.  I am not sure if it would have been encouragement or to express my disbelief. It was probably for the best that my mouth was stuffed full again. I would most likely have said something that would have gotten me in trouble. I just sighed and started swirling my tongue around the guys cock to try and get him to come as soon as possible.  The guy behind me was still pumping away and I began to wonder if he even had cum in his balls.


I decided to get in the same position my daughter was in, kneeling  with my palms flat on the carpet. I guided the man behind me out of my pussy, put his tip on my asshole and gave him the nod that it was just fine. He drove it in me hard and without even the least bit of compassion. If it hadnt been for the ass plug loosening me up, Im sure it would have hurt more than it did.  As it was, it still hurt like hell. It was a good thing Ive had some extended asshole training because I might have bit down on the cock I was sucking at the time!


I took my lips off the dick just long enough to gasp, “Send in one more please, Master?” and wrap them back around it again.


“You sure are horny,” Bill laughed and another Mexican came in. He wanted to wait for my daughter but I pointed to my pussy so he kneeled down at my ankle and actually started licking me. I wondered how sweaty and cummy I tasted but I figured if that turns him on, so much the better. He was actually a fairly skilled pussy licker.


We rotated in about four more, each of us depositing cum-filled condoms off to our side. Bill brought the cell phone in once and made me smile for the camera dirty bird. He said the sweat on my forehead and my makeup running made me sexy.


I wished I could believe it. I am sure with all the slicked dicks I was sucking and fucking and my hair tousled and matted I looked like quite a hot mess. One guy shot in my ass; his condom had broken. I didnt want the other two to stop and break their concentration since I was in a rhythm now, taking three dicks, and sometimes four or five with my hands. His dick was red as if it had been squeezed, gripped by my asshole when he popped it out. I looked over my shoulder at the tiny layer of brownish honey-glaze that coated it and opened my mouth instinctively. He might not have spoken English but he knew I was offering to clean him off.


It felt like we had been fucking constantly for hours but I think it had only been thirty, maybe forty-five, minutes when Bill came in and said, “Half-way done,” as if that was supposed to pick up my spirits. I thought we were almost done with them.


“Have you invited more, Master?” I choked out in disbelief that we had only finished off about eight guys.


“Oh you love it,” Bill squatted down near my face while I slurped a dick as if it wasnt even there.


“You thirsty?” he asked me. I cant recall Bill being too concerned about my hydration level even when we were outside all day sunbathing in the backyard.


“I would be grateful for a little water, Master,” I wasnt going to decline it. I was drenched in my own sweat and that of the men who had been climbing on top of me. My muscles ached and I felt bruises from the broom and their handling of me. I had once tried to move us over to the beds but it was more efficient to fuck right where we were standing.


“Water? Chris tells me you drank his piss earlier today,” Bill sounded jealous. I didnt have time for this. I was getting my ass, cunt, and mouth packed full of brown cock. I could not answer his questions submissively and think about my response.


“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned as I removed my lips from the tip of an uncircumcised cock to reply to my husband. It was all I could think to say as I bounced in all directions. I felt like my tits were going one way and my ass cheeks another.


“Youll both offer urinal service to these gentlemen when they are done,” Bill announced as he walked out the door and my spine quivered with the implication. Ive become much better at pussy-control from all the exercising and winking Chris has had me doing. I think that right when Bill was talking I pussy-gripped the man inside me and he howled with joy as he pumped a quarter condom full of white-mexican hot sauce into me. His friends laughed too, cheering him on.


“Master, please send in another,” I rotated the man whose dick I had been neglecting while talking to my pussy.


“Already on his way. I heard him,” Bill chuckled as the next man walked in to use my mouth.


I periodically kept tabs on Jamie. She was now consistently taking five men and they were feeling her tits, grabbing her ass, fingering her and fucking every single hole while she jerked them off. I wondered if this is how porn stars get their start.


She had the familiar look on her face when she performed at dance recitals or as a cheer leader, very wholesome and girl next door, positive and vibrant as if pleasing the audience was the only thing that mattered.  She could have been “Americas Sweetheart” back in the 1950s when wholesome shows about middle-America were all the rage. It was so strange to see someone so pure being so filthy and getting the shit fucked out of her with a smile on her face. She looked at me and smiled and it broke my heart. Were we going too far? Had I taken Bills offer to end this, she would not be doing this.


Two men were trying to stick their dicks in my face. One of them had no condom on and I wanted to wag a no-no finger at him and offer him a condom.  However, the guy behind me taking my ass was fucking my butt so hard and slamming his hips into me that it was driving the guy trying to fuck my pussy right back out again and I couldnt raise my hand.


He jizzed all in my eyes and hair and laughed while saying “Chiquito me gustan tus chupadas”. Most of them didnt say anything; they just quietly fucked a hole and left. I couldnt tell if he was angry or pleased but after he finished saying it, he just walked away like I was garbage.


The other guy, who had his condom on, then took this as license to do the same and peeled his off. I opened my mouth to say something but he stuffed his six-inch burrito right into my throat. Garrabaggall was all I could mutter in response. In a moment he pulled back out again and sprayed his cum down my tits.


“Sir, can you tell them to wear a condom please?” I croaked. The man who had cum all over my chest turned to leave without so much as an acknowledgement, as if he had just made a deposit at the ATM and this was nothing to him.


“Why? Are you afraid youll catch something or get pregnant?” Bill called back from the porch letting two more men in.


“Its for Rahjids neice, Master.” I knew Bill didnt understand that request so I let it drop. 


Chris walked in the doorway and looked us both over with a chuckle.


“Wow, you two cum-pigs are really having fun in here, huh?”


I was too exhausted and sweaty to do more than acknowledge him with a quick nod as the four men surrounding me were bouncing me back and forth between them like a ragdoll.


“That pussy is really busted, Sis.” Chris stood behind his sister and looked at her pink, sore pussy after two men finished using her from behind. He jabbed a finger into her ass and withdrew it then put it under her nose while she finished sucking a dick. “Smells like parmesan cheese to me,” he observed. Then he dragged his finger across her lip announcing, “Dirty Sanchez!” with a laugh.


His sister continued obediently sucking cock and waiting for two more men to get behind her and plug both her ass and pussy with their dicks.


“You want a dirty Sanchez too, dont you, Mom?” Chris was full of himself. His father had come back and he was back in charge of us. I was too completely fucked-out to really care what he did to me or to make coherent sense but I nodded in agreement.


The total fucking we were getting had served to do what affirmations had done in the past, reinforce our place as fuck dolls and keep us in line. The more we were fucked, the more I felt like beating their clothes against a rock, doing their laundry and living in their village with them as a good little Mexican wife. There was something about being taken this way that released whatever chemical that exists in a womans brain that tells her she has been fucked good. Let the men be men, go gather berries and sire children.


I didnt feel him slip the finger into my ass but I noticed him rubbing his finger under my nose to paint a little mustache right under my nose with my ass-juices. I wanted to say “You know I changed your diaper, made you PB&J sandwiches with the crust cut off, and took you to your little league games, and this is how you repay me?” with a snarky comment but all I managed was to make a whoof-sound as I choked on the next dick going down my throat.


Chris made us change positions so that I was sitting with one guys dick impaling my ass while I sucked another one. I wanted to say that we were able to get three the other way but I was rapidly losing steam. My pussy was sluiced with my own cum and drool was running down my lip onto my chin (at least I think it was drool) from using my mouth so much.


He snapped a few more pictures with his cell phone. We used to have an agreement. No pictures except the ones we had taken early on in this for safety so we wouldnt back out. If we did then he could send them to whoever, including my parents.


However, Bill and Chris had been collecting photos of us ever since, more so in the last week. I think I am okay with that. I want to look back on this time and think about how I faced some fears here and did this. It feels surreal, like a dream to be fucking seventeen men. I can imagine the picture albums, one of my wedding to Bill, one of the early years, and one of the sex slave years. If I wake up from the dream, would I remember all of these details?


I smiled for the camera and him, wiggling my ass like a puppy on top of the man whose lap I was driving my asshole down on. Jamie and I looked over at each other. She was holding herself up with her arms while she dropped herself, pussy first, onto this mans cock and slammed down into him hard.


I decided to fuck myself up and down in fast but short motions instead. Jamie mirrored my movement and before we knew it, we were both sucking dick and fucking ourselves in perfect rhythm. I sped up a little and she matched my pace. Then she sped up a little and I matched hers again. Just like that we were having some sort of endurance race. I think I kept fucking the guy I was sitting on even after he came because he laid back as if he was completely done. However, I wanted to keep up the little game without rules Jamie and I were playing with each other.


“Master, you can send in one more?” I said as I lifted myself up and peeled off his condom. I offered the man whose dick I was sucking to take his place but he wanted to use my mouth and I obliged.


“Sorry, you fucked them all, whore.” Bill quipped back. Had the last half gone much faster than the first? It seemed once I got my second wind they were all done.


“You know what that means, right?” Bill was standing in the door looking down at me. I was a total wreck with cum in my face and sweat and bruises all over me.


“Um, that you love me, Master?”  I was teasing a little. I probably looked like Wile. E. Coyote after one of his acme rockets blew up in his face, totally exhausted.


“Its time to water the pigs. You earned it!” His voice was passive-aggressive like he was jealous but trying to placate his insatiable wife.


“I am sorry Master. Are you mad about something?” I was trying to wipe myself off but even my hands had Mexican sweat and cum on them.


“No, I like you just how you are, groveling and rolling around in cum,” Bills voice often had an edge of sarcasm and sadism to it but I couldnt help but wonder if there was more subtext to this one. “You two get in the bathroom and kneel with your butts on your heels and your backs to the wall. Hold your mouths open and wait,” he demanded.


Jamie, the little trooper that she was, was the first to race for the bathroom and I hobbled behind her. You know that phrase, “I busted that pussy?” I think I understand where it comes from now.


“I feel like Ive been thoroughly fucked. What about you?” I whispered to Jamie as I took my position against the dirty tile.


“Shhhh, youll get us in trouble, hooker.” She playfully slapped my thigh and kept her mouth open with her back straight.


Bill had a marker in his hand as he entered. I knew we were about to get a lesson in what we are written on us.

“Hold those knockers as far apart as you can,” he demanded and I obeyed while holding my mouth open. I could feel the cum starting to drip out of my ass as I knelt over the floor.


He wrote Urinal and drew an arrow to point up to my face.  


“Are you punishing us, Master?” I begged. I wanted him to give me some sign that this was all part of his dominance techniques and not the manifestation of a bruised ego.


“No, I think you know the purpose of a sluts mouth by now, dont you, Cow-Tits?” his smile was stern and unyielding.


“To suck and swallow, Master.” I dutifully answered my husband.


Chris came in behind him, “Can I do Jamies chest?”


“Why would you ask me? We are partners arent we? Knock yourself out, Son.” Bill patted his son on the back.


Servicio de 24 horas was written across her chest. “See, I paid attention in Spanish class,” he chuckled. Then he wrote aseo público. Chris had some toy handcuffs to lock our hands behind our back. Bill left to go let in the Mexicans while his son wrote un maloliente pedos mamacita on his sisters tummy and slapped her rock-hard abdomen with his hand. I wasnt sure what that meant and wasnt sure I wanted to know. Chris wrote La leche under one of my tits and drew an arrow straight to the nipple. I knew that was milk and I just offered him a dumb smile of acceptance while holding my mouth open. What else could I do?


He left me with una huila madre. I knew the last part meant mother and I had a few guesses about the first part.



“How does it feel to be urinals?” Bill grinned evilly.


I wasnt sure what to say. Here I had mentally begged for him to return and, even though he had been cruel and thoughtless to me in the last few weeks, it had all been part of the discipline I agreed too. Now it just felt like he was getting even with me all anew and for me trying to be accommodating and a good slut for him.


“If this will get us closer to the Internet Users forum group for you, it feels like the right thing to do, Master.” I felt my words were not only passive-aggressive but on a level that only other women might have picked up. I had said exactly what I should say and agreed with him but the tone of how I said it was meant to leave a niggling doubt in his mind that this may not be the best use of our time. If he got that or not, I never knew because the next thing I felt was the warm piss of a Mexican laughing down at me as he sprayed my face and chest.


“Open those mouths, urinals!” Bill said as he walked back into the bedroom area “Wider!” he demanded and we obeyed like good little sluts with our mouths wide open.


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