The Family Feud II
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
“The Intelligent Fast-Forward Button”
STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 20
JAMIE: 20
The girls had made it past the
weekend, and truly they could never say they had a Monday worse than
THAT Monday.
It was now Thursday and so much had happened.
Bill was home lounging on the couch, his wife was at Work under the
thumb of Steve who was sending him almost hourly reports. Jamie and
Chris were at school.
This left him plenty of free time. He no longer had a lot of desire to scan for porn, or even get in heated debates on face book and message boards he routinely read in the past. He was far too contented with making life hell for his daughter and wife to bother with such things that once consumed all of his time.
He was just relaxing
watching the DVD boxed set of the show “Lost”. It raised
so many interesting questions, and then some times offered seemingly
implausible events like a smoke monster. The show had been notorious
for hooking it's millions of viewers with plot twists and making them
speculate, re-watching and going back to ask why things happened.
It's only mistake though was not giving the audience the pay off of
answering those questions in a timely manner.
Bill just wished
the people who wrote the story would just give him a detailed
synopsis of everything that had happened up to this point and really
try to answer some of his outstanding questions about what would
happen next.
“One good plot device is to have one of the
characters, spend a little time going over what just happened and let
the audience follow along with their internal monologue” Bill
thought to himself wishing the Lost Producers would do that for him.
“Not all the time, maybe just one show you could watch that
would sort of wrap things up nicely for you, so if you haven‘t
watched the first season, the second season starts to make more
sense.”
Bill fast-forwarded through the episode he was
currently watching to get to the “good parts”. He
secretly also wished he had a way to instantly speed things up so he
could get to the juiciest parts of the story, without at the same
time losing too much of the details. It’s almost like they
could also have taken three of the last episodes and merged them into
one summary episode so that some of the exposition to set up the
season finale didn’t take up so much of his time. “Oh
well” Bill thought to himself “Not everyone is as good or
considerate a story teller”, he sighed. Watching his show while
daydreaming about how fun and at the same time strange things had
been over the past week.
For the last three days, Bill and
Chris ran things as they had been. They made sure to get pictures or
video when they could, with Bill mysteriously calling out “Say
cheese” to egg his wife on. He was no longer flying by the seat
of his pants making things up as he went as much as when he started.
That was all at once exciting, but so is a rollercoaster with no
safety precautions. That is of course, until you crash. The
experience of making the mistakes they had, had taught him some
important lessons and let him adjust his leadership style
accordingly.
Steve was now picking Wendy up and dropping her off from work. He didn't stick around after he dropped her off, which is just how Bill liked it. Wendy was no longer complaining about Work, but that could be in part because every time she did, he made her suck something.
Bill noted with a little bit of amusement that Wendy was coming home with a sore asshole, but a much better attitude. He had kept up with the affirmations. As much as he hated to repeat himself saying “You've got to learn your shit stinks like the rest of the worlds” and “You think that pussy is god's gift to men, don't you?” had been battering down her resistances. Subtlety influencing his wife and daughter to accept these things as truth.
Getting the snot fucked out of her at work, seemed to be making Wendy anxious to get home and serve, and be pleasing. That could also be because Bill had kept his promise to be hard on Jamie, but not to stick a hard on IN Jamie. They had whipped her, tied her up, played with her body, made her jerk them off, but the Taylor men had established an unspoken line with Jamie and as far as Bill knew they hadn't crossed it.
Wendy hadn't had to go
back to Rahjid's motel. Bill had some time to think about it, and he
actually couldn't believe he had gotten her to agree to it in the
first place. He preferred the threat that she would have to go back,
to actually making her return.
He wanted his sports trophies
and stuff back from Rahjid. The way he looked at it, was that he had
gotten what he really wanted out of the trip down to the motel that
first night. Rahjid had held him in contempt. Treated him like some
washed up loser who was probably going to steal towels when he first
arrived at the motel months ago. When he walked out of there
commanding his beautiful wife to suck dicks, Rahjid had to give him
respect.
Bill had also developed a quiet appreciation and pride with which Wendy endured the games, humiliations and punishments.
She'd go outside naked and stand planted on a shovel like a scarecrow in the backyard, knowing full well that the kids who had been out there over the weekend were probably watching, without so much as a whimper.
She'd endure pointless
exercises, Stand up, lay down, stand back up, kneel, on your stomach,
squat, stand up, while Chris or Bill laid on the couch giving hand
gestures (finger up for standup, finger down for on your stomach,
thumb up for squat, etc), so that while they are watching TV with a
cook drink, languidly moving one hand while the girls are bouncing
up and down in the hot sun getting sweaty and winded.
He knew
she had professional trainers, with legitimate routines at the
expensive Gym she used to attend night after night who would have
come up with exercises that probably had more of a health benefit to
endurance, stamina. He admired the fact that tit and ass jiggle had
taken precedence in her exercise routine.
Mrs Waxerman had come by once more, to bring him the syringe for administering enemas, which he found that he didn't enjoy giving as much as Mrs Waxerman must have thought he would. It was like taming lightning, so after the second time, he had gone back to using water.
He did enjoy hearing her explanation of how the various neighbors were taking his wife's sad tale, and how supportive they were of him as a husband doing his best to deal with her and her hussy of a daughter's 'shenanigans'. He wasn't sure exactly what she was telling the neighbors, as he hadn't pressed her for details. That only seemed to make the old lady want to tell him all the more.
In Bed, Wendy had become insatiable, willing to lap droplets of his cum from his finger or off the floor, to take any amount of sex he could give her. He had her suck his dick for two hours straight while he watched “The Voice” on TV. Bill had insisted on a new mantra that “Taylor men come first!” and by come, he absolutely also meant 'cum'.
It seemed natural that
as he focused on Wendy, Chris focused on Jamie.
Jamie had
gone through denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance
just like Wendy was. She was obviously conflicted. Not as much as
Wendy was by the moral obligation to hold the family together and be
paid back for taking part in cuckolding the guys of the house. It was
more the solidarity with her Mom’s situation, Bill speculated.
He thought perhaps though at times, some of the excitement and even
danger had been stimulating to her, having led a relatively sheltered
life as a goody-two shoes. “It may just feel good, to be bad”.
He grinned.
Jamie for the most part had done everything she
was expected to do, but she wasn't trying as hard as Wendy to impress
him. That much could be expected. Wendy was secretly trying to out-do
her daughter by playing the games harder, and invite the humiliations
in order to protect Jamie.
The side effect of this, was at times the two of them would get very competitive.
One example was one of
Bill's pointless games with
Chris had set up one of many of
his pointless games. He was really creative in coming up with ways to
waste time. He'd do these to amuse himself, but also give the girls a
sense of control through the use of carrots (rewards) and sticks.).
He could be amusingly clever with carrots the winner doesn't really
want, but sticks the loser can't stand.
The girls were to
girls pick up one piece at a time dirty underwear the men had thrown
on the floor. There had been no doubt they'd have to use their mouths
for something other than talking and manipulating and pick up each
pair of filthy underwear with their teeth.
Then carefully slither
on their stomach to the other side of the room to their own personal
pile Once they dropped the underwear they were to say “Thank
you Sir, for allowing me to clean up after you. It is a privilege and
an honor to treat your underwear, with the appropriate care.”
Then slither back to get the next piece.
Whoever has the
biggest pile at the end, gets to jerk off both guys and earned a
star.
The loser had to drink only out of the toilet for two
days at home.
The most interesting
thing was that the girls seemed to be getting competitive with each
other, since they were taking from a common pile of underwear. There
had been a playful spirit about it, but they could have easily both
taken their time and agreed to keep the game slow if they had been
working together.
They were both going as fast as they could,
and he could tell that the ambition that drives Wendy to excel at
career, family, exercise and everything she does, was deeply rooted
in Jamie. He enjoyed playing them against each other.
Jamie's
reputation at school had plummeted as one might expect. She had
attended all of her cheerleading practices after school, and Bill had
been closely monitoring what was going on there ever since the
incident with the banana and the principal.
It turns out that Cathy Griffin is more talk than she is action. She has dirt on all the other cheerleaders. The cheer leading coach is a bull-dyke who seems to be in collusion with Cathy. It came as no shock to the other girls that Jamie was caught up in Cathy's web, and was prancing around at practice in the gym with crotchless cheer leading spanks and enduring various humiliations.
The coach saw it as more of a humorous initiation, into a girl's club.
The Principal, true to
his word never said a word again about the incident with the Banana.
It turns out, there were no 'complaints' from concerned boys about
the girl who allegedly flashed them in the bathroom, no one had come
forward to say it ever happened, so the administration quietly buried
it.
The Principal announced his “Taking another
opportunity out of State” only a day later. Apparently, he had
taken out a craigslist personals ad not unlike the one Bill had
posted for models and the cheer squad had answered.
When they
found out it was the Principal, he was assured of discretion and
Cathy had been saving those photos for a rainy day. He probably
should have realized the hot young girl who came to his motel room,
had a hidden agenda but even congressmen these days will risk their
entire professional and family life for their weiner.
He had
no idea there was any sort of collusion, so he had no reason to think
his daughter was playing naughty dare games with Cathy. The past
Monday was a double whammy for the educator, because not only had he
seen pictures of his own discretion, he must have seen some of his
daughters.
Given the circumstances, Bill really couldn't blame
him for letting the entire juvenile matter drop. There had been
numerous incidents of girls and guys exposing themselves for senior
pranks. There was even an impromptu swim team practice that had been
done in the nude co-ed by some horny teens.
Given the exposure kids
have to the real world, that Bill didn't have as a kid, none of this
was unexpected. He remembered hearing a story on the news once that
sounded so far fetched, a girl had her clothes completely blown by a
tornado that destroyed her house. The newsman covering the story
stood right there and interviewed her like Lady Godiva.
Bill
came to the conclusion that Cathy's influence extended only to the
the cheerleaders, and some of the helpless guys (like himself) who
had the misfortune to get caught up in their wicked games. He had
seen a movie “The babysitters club” about some high
school girls, who start turning tricks out of high school under the
ruse they are 'babysitting'. He assumed it must work like
that.
Secretly, he wanted to believe Cathy had some super
secret spy network, with cameras everywhere. Located perhaps in an
underground lair of BDSM, with slaves and control over Mayors,
Governors, Movers of Industry. That would have been far more
interesting.
The simplest answer, is often the right answer he concluded. Just as he had lucked out by telling Wendy and Jamie to do things he wasn't sure they would do, when they did them. Cathy must have been in the right place and at the right time, on the same squad of beautiful girls with his daughter.
In retrospect it makes
perfect sense. “If I were a controlling little sociopath
degenerate, what team would I get on in high school to find my
victims? Chess club with the fat girls, or Cheer with the most
attractive ones?”
Jamie's days at school were still
under Chris's supervision. They had let Cathy boss her around of
course. No sense in angering the little wench.
He had her eat the same way, masturbate and send him a picture, and humiliate herself. He just didn't do completely outrageous shows like the rookie mistake the first day. Bill hadn't had to come down on Chris for him to reach that conclusion.
Chris was the one who had come to his father and told him what had gone wrong. “I had gotten caught up in the excitement of everything. I wanted to impress my friends. In the future, I'll make sure I've got someone standing look out. That I've thought about my exit plans, that I've come up with a plausible explanation.” Chris was doing his diligent best to be a good leader, and shepherd to his Sister.
This turnabout was
really having a positive effect on his self-esteem and his
problem-solving abilities. He wasn't out looking for a job, he was
making a little money on the side renting his sister out for dates
with nerdy boys. Bill had meant to ask Chris what happened on those
dates. Perhaps, it was better some things left to the imagination, he
thought to himself.
Chris actually apologized to Jamie. Bill
thought that would make him seem weak, but it only seemed to work in
his favor. He let her knew he screwed up, generously gave her some
stars and gave her a ‘veto’ she could use during school
to get out of something she thought was particularly disturbing.
There would be hell to
play later when she got home for calling the veto, but Bill was
satisfied that the two of them had worked out a fair little system of
checks and balances and that the Boy’s still ruled, and the
girls still drooled in the Taylor Household (for as long as this
lasted anyway).
Jamie was due home with Chris any moment and he was going to ask if him if he minded canceling her date for tonight so the family could go out. He was done bossing Chris around. He still wasn't sure what his end game was with the girls of the house, what will happen after they get their one hundred stars. He knew they probably wouldn't agree to live this way forever, it was having a toll on them.
Eating hot dogs, sleeping tied up, getting whipped, humiliated.
Monday had been the
most surreal day. They had laughed as a family, spontaneously when
Chris for no other reason than he could started popping marshmallows
at his sister and mother with the air gun. They had all four joined
in on a little charade to see if they could send Mrs Waxerman over
the edge, even though in doing so the girls had to degrade themselves
even further.
Bill was glad Waxerman wasn’t coming over
every day. He knew she was a busy body snoop, who had no life outside
of her gossip and that she must think it was Sodom and Gomorrah over
at his house and want to return. He enjoyed fucking with her head,
but he could only take her in small doses.
Every day after that Monday had been more serious. Here it was Thursday, and the week was flying by. They had finally finished their family meeting about the risks at school and work, and everyone had been satisfied that the guys would try to keep things more stable and less outrageous. The back up plan, being that worst case scenario they pack up the truck and just move some place else, and start over completely.
“If you ruin your reputation here, and you want to move, We'll move. It is a big world. There are three hundred million people alone here in America, how many people are going to know or care what you did here, if we move to another State? To Canada? Hell, we could move 80 miles away, and probably never run into a single soul we knew before.” Bill recalled saying to the family.
He had completed mentally journaling the last few days. He wanted to remember every spanking, every humiliation, every detail, savoring the memory.
The Door opened and Chris came inside interrupting Bill's train of thought. “Hi Dad”. Jamie was right behind. Her hands cuffed behind her back, a pair of cummy panties stuffed into her mouth as a gag. Bill admired her tank top “I piss excellence” was the caption, noting her short skirt.
“Wow, they let her get away with wearing that today?”
“Oh yeah, the school has been in chaos since the Principal retired. No one has time to worry about measuring skirt lengths.”
“No,the skirt is fine. I think Jamie's cheer leading skirt is actually shorter than that. I meant the word Piss on her tank top?” Bill corrected.
“They sell this
shirt at Hot Topic. They got a whole line of irreverent t-shirts, I
also had her get a Two-Girls, 1-UP Mario shirt”
Bill had
no idea what Hot Topic was, or what the point of a “Two-Girls,
1-Up Mario” shirt would be (nor did he really care).
Chris
insisted his little slut run upstairs and put it on, and come right
back. He explained “Hot Topic, it's a store in the mall?”
Bill just shook his head like “Okay, who cares?”
Jamie came walking down
the stairs in nothing but heels, the shirt and her collar, she was a
vision. His daughter could have easily got a job modeling that shirt
for catalogs, that was for sure.
It was two video game anime’
princesses holding a mushroom captioned “Two Girls, 1-Up”
just as Chris had said. “Two girls, one cup. It is a play on
words, like Two Girls, 1-Up, player one? Princess Peach and Princess
Daisy, holding a mushroom?”
Bill had neither the
patience, nor the interest to ask his son why he was telling him all
this. The one thing he did keep going back too was Jamie was so
beautiful. Tall, slender, bright blue eyes, long blonde hair, perfect
skin, straight teeth. Every teenage boys dream girl next door.
“Listen, I wanted to ask if today, you would cancel your
sister's date? I want to take the family on an outing.” Bill
said changing the subject before Chris could tell him what the “Two
Girls, One Cup” video was all about.
“Yah, I guess so.” Chris popped Jamie's gag out of her mouth and asked her if she minded losing the stars he would have given her for being a good, respectful date to one of his friends.
“No sir, I don't mind. I know you and my father will give us both an opportunity to earn at least 3 stars a day, by humbling ourselves to amuse you. Shall I remove my shirt, and get nude as is appropriate for females in our house?”
Jamie's response was gracious, professional, and sincere enough Bill had to wonder if he could extend this out past the two weeks originally planned for as long as he could.
Jamie was about to take off the shirt anticipating the order to get naked, when Bill told her not too. “Your slut of a mother will be home, soon. Go ahead and feed Rosco, make sure he has some water, empty all the waste paper baskets and empty your litter box, then take the garbage to the curb. You can get that done quickly and with hustle, and I'll let you keep the shirt on until your Mom gets home from work.”
Jamie snapped into action to fulfill her father's orders. This was unexpectedly generous and she wasn't going to stand around waiting for him to change his mind.
Chris and Bill spent a
little time talking about the way they felt about things. These were
important bonding sessions for Father and Son, who despite an
interest in porn, computers, and being lazy seldom found anything of
common interest to discuss. Talking about ways to further embarrass
and humiliate Wendy and Jamie had brought them so much closer. The
shared suffering they endured under Wendy and Jamie when they were
being cuckolded had also bonded them, but they almost never talked
about those times anymore.
“The last chapter to that
story, has been written son.”
“How many chapters
to this story, Dad?”
“Well, I’d say at least
twenty seven!” He giggled picking a number at random out of his
head.