The Family Feud III

Chapter Six
“Madam Chang's Oriental Emporium of Novelties”

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 26
JAMIE: 29

The entire store was actually a trailer. The outside painted in garishly with airbrush art, all manner of Asian symbols, Pop culture references to Godfather, Snoop Dogg, and “Snooki” from the Jersey Shore, and a half dozen other unrelated influences leading one to wonder what they actually sold at the store.

The first thing one noticed upon entering through the back door was the smell. A hybrid of incense, soy sauce noodles, paints and a smell that can only be described best as “the smell of cluttered junk” wafting over you. The second thing was just as the outside was a hodge-podge of influences, so too was the inside crammed full of eclectic objects and antiques, old books, storage boxes with Asian lettering, painting supplies, and racks of shirts all arranged so that one could barely walk through this area.

The next thing one noticed was that this must be the ’storage/work’ room of the trailer. A small open archway draped with beads leading out to where they must have their cash register.

The last thing one noticed would be Madam Chang herself. It was impossible to tell her age, but she was probably in her late fifties, short, with her black hair tied up in a bun. She was standing with her arms crossed just behind two Asian twins, who were probably a year or two, younger than Jamie, although given their androgynous features, flat chest, and the fact neither of them spoke, it was difficult to tell their age as well. In fact, it was difficult to tell if they were boys or girls.

The twins continued to work efficiently and meticulously airbrushing designs on T-shirts draped over wooden workstations, without looking up.

“You not kidding.” She said to Bill in broken English. Her speech always had a very rapid cadence to it. It gave the impression she chose to drop words out of her speech, not because she had to, but because including them would be inefficient wastes of her time. There was also a hint of a Russian “Boris and Natasha” accent mixed into her English.

Walking over to Wendy and Jamie, who were still being held by their braids, she looked them up and down as if to be sizing them up. She wrinkled her nose as if smelling a foul order, before boldly darting her hand out to pinch Wendy’s nipple.

When Wendy didn’t flinch, the woman seemed amused. “You give milk?”

“Not yet, Ma’am.” Wendy was surprised at the question. She did not think Bill would be able to make either her or her daughter express milk even though he had made them tweak their nipples several times a day for the past week (and use a baby breast pump). Her time training would be up long before that would happen. Chalking it up to him just liking to see them play with their tits, she hadn’t been worried about milk suddenly bursting forth from her boobs. She added since Madam Chang seemed to be waiting for more of a response “My husband and son remain hopeful, my udders will one day provide milk for their coffee in the morning.” Choosing one of the more disgusting things Chris had said to her in the morning to complete her answer.

“Too bad, market for milk. Breasts like yours, baby lick long time.” Was Chang’s response as she continued to look at the girls standing behind Bill and Chris naked.

“They didn’t pick the T-shirts!” Chris handed Chang back her merchandise.

“That surprise! They seem lazy, fat, American girl! They ready to work for Chang?” she asked as she circled the two girls.

“She will do the air brushed costumes, but she wanted you to stand outside her shop all night holding a sign pointing to her shop.” Bill explained “We managed to negotiate her down to an hour”.

Wendy was reminded of how her husband had “negotiated Rajhid down”, but ended up some how agreeing to much more. “We’re here to serve, Ma’am. We’ll pay our debt to you for the air-brushing as best we can.” Wendy was starting to wonder if she hadn’t bit off more than she could chew with her insistence on making the choice of “skin”, as opposed to ‘shirts’.

Chang asked “Where?”

“Here, Ma’am, for you?” Wendy answered with a confused expression.

Chang slapped her ass hard. “Where?”

“I don’t know the name of your store. That is where I am, Ma’am?” She answered again, straightening up as if she was in an affirmation.

“What it say on you ass, Where?”

Realizing she was being asked what is on her ass, Wendy took the more formal inspection one position, where she stood at attention and held her cheeks wide to reveal the vowel in her tattoo. “Whore, Ma’am”

“WHERE?” Chang read the freshly inked tattoo on the back of Wendy’s ass out loud, guessing the middle vowel.

Wendy didn’t answer, she pulled her ass cheeks apart, even further, revealing the “O” in the center that also happened to be the center of her asshole cherry.

“Okay, Whore. That make more sense. You whore?”

“For my husband, Yes ma‘am.” She felt another bigger slap on her ass. She recognized it as Chris’s hand.

“And my son, Ma’am.” Wendy found it much more difficult to say that, especially to strangers, even if it was obvious she answered to him as well.

“Okay whore can make more money than sign carry.” Chang seemed to want to re-arrange the deal.

Bill explained again to Madam Chang they just wanted to do an even trade, the costume for carrying the sign. Madam Chang seemed disappointed Wendy wanted to “waste all that money, to make. You have healthy daughter, she make too!” slapping the daughter on the butt, more to test her ass cheek’s firmness than to get her attention.

“Yuki & Kiko will paint whatever you want on them, but they better bring business, work hard! You pay full price otherwise, two hundred dollar!” She demanded handing them a book of images to choose from. Chris began leafing through it and quickly found SpongeBob and his squirrel girlfriend to show Chang.

Without acknowledging Chris, she turned her head to the twins who were laboring away at their work diligently. A string of what sounded like angry words issued from her mouth. It sounded something like “Wan Le Yikhuier zhexi Jinu shanque dan suihou wanchen nin de gonzo”.

The twins were a head shorter than Jamie was. They dropped what they were doing and immediately began working on Wendy and Jamie's paint job. It seemed as though they had no question at all what they were supposed to be painting. They did not even look at the guide images.

Wendy could not help but wonder how efficient, whatever language Madam Chang was speaking was, that they could get all that from a simple sentence.

Bill spanked his daughter across the ass for not getting in the same position as her mother. She had been waiting to be told what to do. “Get IN position one! Don‘t try to stall them from getting the job done!” Jamie shifted easily into the more formal inspection position, pushing her chin up, tits out, stomach sucked in and of course hands pulling ass cheeks apart.

“You got daughter trained good. Almost good as Korean girl.”

“Are you Korean?” Bill asked conversationally.

“Me?” Madam Chang scoffed “No way, why you think I am Korean?” As if, she was slightly insulted by the inference.

The twins worked very fast and efficiently with no idle time at all. Their hands were a blur as they moved their airbrush, blowing inks to coat the girls in a base coloring.

Jamie realized tomorrow was a school day. Her eyes went wide. “Daddy, Sir, will this paint come off tonight?”

Bill did not know the answer; he hadn’t planned that far ahead. He looked to Madam Chang.

“You squirrel girl?” Madam Chang said to Jamie with hands behind her back like a strict taskmaster.

“Yes Ma’am, I am squirrel girl.” Jamie said in the same stilted English, wondering what this had to do with her concern about going to school painted brown.

“Why you want this for?” Kiko (or perhaps Yuki) was already spray-painting Jamie brown all over like fur, giving her pink flourishes and flowers. She did not resist as they moved her elbow, or had her extend her knee so they could paint all over.

“To amuse my Father and Brother, Ma’am and earn clothes to go home in.,” she answered respectfully.

“You very nice tittay.” Madam Chang grabbed them and gave them a squeeze like she was testing tomatoes at an open air market place.

“Thank you, Ma’am, I am happy my ’Tittay’ amuse you.”

“You worth lot money in China, you know that?” If Jamie’s using her pronunciations of words to answer her bothered her, she did not let on.

“No ma’am, I didn’t know that.” Jamie answered, as she was being spun around to get her backside painted.

“Spread ass cheek.” The Madam’s short, choppy instructions were straight to the point and Jamie complied without hesitation.

“You have beautiful baby maker, and ass. Nice teeth.” She continued to assess Jamie as they painted over the tattoo she had fought so hard to get only a short time ago.

Her dad started to half wonder if she was sizing Jamie up to sell her to someone in China, or chop her up for a bowl of soup. It amused him the way Chang called out her observations about his daughter. Something about her snappy delivery of questions tickled him. On the other hand, he was feeling a little guilty about the way they manhandled the girls, especially Jamie, as if they were ducks to be plucked of their feathers. He decided to stick around a little longer before heading off with Chris and make sure the girls would be all right. He wanted to have fun at their expense, but Mikey’s friend or not, he felt obliged to wait.

If the shoe had been on the other foot, he imagined some alternate Universe where Wendy and Jamie still held all the cards and had taken the MEN to the fair. In his fantasy version of things, things had worked out pretty much the same except Mikey was a woman, an ugly, ugly woman. She had tattooed “ASSH” on his left cheek and “LLE” on his other, putting the O in the middle.

In Bill’s daydream, he was painted as Spoojedick. A parody of Spongebobs long yellow nose being painted on Bill’s erect penis. Chris was painted up pink like Patrick the pink, goofy starfish best friend. In his daydream, Chris talked exactly like Patrick and made the same facial expressions, which is why as daydreams go, it didn’t have to make a lot of sense.

Bill shook his head, as if in so doing he was using the motion like an etch-a-sketch to erase all thoughts of that scenario out of his brain. He convinced himself instead to focus on the fact that unless things had changed last Friday the girls would have them here the way his daydream that was more like a nightmare was. It was his turn to have a little fun.

“So Ma’am, will this paint come off for school in the morning?” Jamie pouted as she repeated her question, her arms raised over her head, as they painted around her armpits.

“You talk much, but say little, Girl.” slapping her on the stretched muscles of her tight stomach without concern for smudging her paint. “You are like squirrel. You dash too fast, think very little about next branch, leap, but somehow you make next branch.”

Jamie was silent while she considered if Madam Chang’s words contained profound ancient wisdom or were utter gibberish.

“You get your blood, yet squirrel girl?” Chang asked.

“Yes Ma’am, I’ve already had my period, a few years ago.” She swallowed. It was very embarrassing to her to talk about her period. She was just glad she was not on it right now.

“Cao ni ma?” Yuki asked Madam Chang, not making eye contact with Jamie.

“Yuki asks, if you have your period, why haven’t you grown any hair at all, you are like a little girl.” She said running her fingers across Jamie’s engorged clit hood dangling outside of her body, with a large hoop running through it. The touch caused her to spasm slightly, and her tits to jiggle.

“I am sixteen Ma’am.”

“You like when Madam Chang touch you on your bi.” pronouncing the last word, like it must mean cunt.

“What I like is irrelevant, Ma’am. My father and brother have instructed us to stand still and be painted everywhere.” Jamie said bravely.

Almost as if by cue, Yuki angled the airbrush directly over Jamie’s pussy and blew, causing her to dance awkwardly and lose her composure before righting herself to stand right back where she was.

“You bi is wet?” Chang sounded concerned.

“Yes Ma’am, I think it is. I am sorry about that, the air from the brush is stimulating me, and I’ve only recently got the hoop.” her answer being slightly forced.

“Ni ma mai pi” Madam Chang put her hand on Jamie’s now completely brown shoulder reassuringly as if those words were intended to console her. This was the first time the twins looked up with just a quick smile, before fearfully returning to their task.

“You SpongeBoob, you like? Chang turning her attention to Wendy, holding up a hand mirror she had managed to pick up from somewhere in all the junk while no one was looking.

Wendy could just barely see SpongeBob’s blue eyes painted over her boobs, her belly becoming his face. Madam Chang swung the back of the mirror against her bare ass hard. “Ass hard like rock, you like to be spanked?”

“No Ma’am, when I am spanked, it is usually to address one of my shortcomings, as a wife and mother.” Wendy said stoically as she would during an affirmation that her husband and son had given her.

Chang curled one finger under Wendy’s clit hood, and brought it back to her mouth to give it a lick, “Daughter bi wet, you not. Maybe you not turned on by all this.” Madam Chang seemed satisfied.

Wendy had been subjected to this humiliating treatment almost all week, so at first it came as no surprise to her that she was getting it from Madam Chang. She had to ask herself though if Chang treated all her customers who wanted airbrushing on their body this way? She chalked it up to the fact that Mikey and Bill probably told her about them, a fact reinforced by their walking in to the trailer completely naked.

They didn’t have much further, and the transformation would be complete. They would be painted up completely, SpongeBoob and Sandy Buttcheeks, the parody of the cartoon characters.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, Ma’am.” Wendy carefully considered speaking out of turn before continuing, “You haven’t told us too much about what we will be doing?” Wendy wondering how they would get away, even at night with standing outside virtually naked except for a few coats of paint.

“You take my cousins children Yuki and Kiko place. They work hard back here tonight while you go.” She gave the twins a stern look which made them work that much faster. “They paint up as power-ranger, do gymnastic, jump around, get people excited to come to see what Madam Chang sell.”

“You aren’t concerned with your,” Wendy considered carefully what to call them. They were flat chested, with very soft androgynous features, they could easily be boys OR girls Kiko and Yuki sounded like they may be girl‘s names, but she‘d made the same mistake bringing boy‘s presents to “Dylan” and “Dakota” only to learn they were girls in years past. She would not make that mistake again.

One of the twins lifted her left breast, and guided Wendy’s hand to hold it up while they sprayed the underboob area.

“You don’t seem to have any concern that Kiko and Yuki are painting us in the most intimate of body parts, you aren’t worried because of their age?” Wondering if the entire family works the fair and they do not even attend school.

“You talk much, like daughter. Not wet like daughter, but mouth like daughter.” Madam Chang said dismissively. “They see body, body is body.” She grabbed Wendy’s arm hard, jerking it so that her elbow was pointed up, “This skin” showing Wendy her own elbow to make a point. She poked two fingers, goosing Wendy on the asshole. “This skin, both same. Skin is skin. Who care? Money is money.”

“Good point, Ma’am.” Wendy realized they were just a lot more broad minded about it than she was raised to be. “So do people say anything when they are outside painted up as power rangers?”

“Don’t ask stupid question!” Madam Chang sneered. “They say, Hey look there, it power ranger, let’s go buy Madam Chang’s crap!” She said imitating her customers in her own broken English.

“I meant, you know, being painted up naked, I don’t know if people can see there.” She did not want to say “things” because she’d be punished for using a euphemism. “Their, whatever they have down here?” Wendy pointed to her groin.

“You whore; you don’t know what is down here?” Chang asked dumbfounded.

“I meant, isn’t it illegal to walk around naked in public, even with paint on, Ma‘am?” Wendy asked more to the point than she had been wanting to get too.

“What naked? You not naked. You within law. This fair, people want to see skin. Skin to win!” She chattered some instructions to Yuki and she came back with some extra props for their costumes.

“Ooh Mom!” Chris said excitedly. He had been sitting back quietly watching the entire thing play out while eating some licorice. “You get to accessorize!” his mock excitement sounding more like real excitement. It was hard to tell with Chris.

“Yes Sir, this should be a real barrel of laughs.” She spoke without being able to see him.

“You cover nipple. You have big nipple.” Chang, digging around in a box to fish out something that looked like a chip clip used to seal up snacks that have been opened but not finished. She was also holding a large button, the cheap kind that kids give away in school elections. It said “Madam Chang's Emporium of Oriental Adult Novelties and Air Brushed T-Shirts”

Chang opened the chip clip extra wide. With one in each hand, she let the teeth bite down into Wendy’s already puffy and sore nipples, causing her genuine pain. She began to unclasp Wendy’s bull hoop rings to remove them.

“May I ask what you are doing, Ma’am?” Wendy asked nervously.

“Titty too big, cannot put needle through clip. I will thread the button through your nipple ring.” Madam Chang said as if that should be obvious.

“But, I just got the piercing, I was told I cannot take it out for several weeks, or it will close up.”

“Don’t worry, Madam Chang put back in hoop when you done working. Why you so nervous.” Stabbing Wendy with the needle as she re-threaded the buttons through the hole left from removing her piercing. “These cheap anyway, when you done working, you husband come look to me for better body jewelry, I make deal.” tossing her nipple rings aside like so much garbage.

It actually offended Wendy emotionally to see them treated that way. She did not want to make a stink out of it, because no one would understand. She looked at those almost like her wedding ring, with sanctity. It had shocked and hurt Wendy when Mikey noticed right away that they were not good quality rings.

“You cry? Dry you eye.” Madam Chang said with a funny look on her face, when she finished replacing Wendy’s rings with the advertising buttons. They did cover her nipples completely. “Shake them”

Wendy fought back her tears and shook them. They gave off a jingling sound and she almost peed herself as they all laughed at her.

It was Jamie’s turns for clips, which she took rather in stride considering how sensitive and puffy her nipples were.

When it was her turn for the oversized buttons, she said “But I just had these put in today, Ma’am?”

“Everybody play with your nipple today?” Madam Chang asked as if she must have let everyone get a turn. “Not worry, you want me to make new hole?”

“Can I just wear the clip, Ma‘am. Won‘t it cover everything?”

“What point of doing, without advertise Madam Chang?”

“True. You are going to do this to our cunt rings, too?” her apparent disappointment being short-lived as she yelped. Madam Yang was stabbing the first needle through her already pierced tit to lock the button in place. Even the twins laughed at Jamie’s mewling cry.

“You worry about cunt a lot,” Madam Chang said using Jamie’s word for it this time, while brushing her finger against the engorged meaty piece clit. “You have snake pop head out of hole, can’t go back in!” smiling. “No don’t worry; you get something different for cunt.”

Chang held up a bushy fake tail, it was black, shaped more like an ostrich plume, which in the dark would probably suit a brown squirrel so that Jamie could see it. She could also see how Madam Chang was going to adhere the tail to her body. She looked at her dad with panic, he was patiently taking in the scene quietly, his face showing no sign he would intervene

“Spread ass” Madam Chang said with her trademark economy of words.

Jamie reluctantly put her hands behind her and held her ass cheeks fully apart for Madam Chang to do what she had to do.

“You very tight ass, I bet you never spend money.” Madam Chang joked, only adding to Jamie‘s tension.

She sniffed “Yes Ma‘am, I am a tight ass. My father and brother handle any money I earn for them, because I am not trusted to make good decisions with iiiiiiit.” Jamie’s voice extending nervously at the end of that sentence, as the rather large rubber anal plug was pressed against her back entry. She had had fingers and enemas put up her butt, but nothing too much larger than that. She begged, “Please Ma’am, would you lubricate it? It’s not going to fit!?” straining, holding her eyes shut and clenching her teeth as the rubber tried to invade her asshole.

“Use lube, tail slide out. Get dirty!” Mrs. Chang warned, but changed her mind. “You Sandy cheeks, so you get sand on dildo, just put back in if it fall out, okay with me.” Pulling the plug back from what little progress it had made just at the tip of her tight ass and lubricating it with some unknown lotion she must have had back there as well.

“Relax you ass, unclench you muscle. You get Zen to meditate.” Madam Chang advised her softly.

‘Pplooop’ the plug went right in and up Jamie’s asshole. Her eyes opened wide and she made an “Nnnnnnnn” sound, before quietly accepting that tonight, she had been ‘inked, pinned, hooped and tailed as well now. Madam Chang pushed the plug in as far as it would go; giving it a twist so that it felt like it was pushing upwards against her lower backbone.

“Now you tighten your ass. Keep it very tight, clench like you biting with ass. No drop”. Madam Chang pulled a part of the feathered tail forward past Jamie’s taint, using just enough of it to cover her pussy lips. It snapped into place. It was some technology similar to flexible snap-on bracelets Jamie remembered when she was a pre-teen. You held them out flat and hit someone’s wrist with them, and they wrapped around it.

“Shake Tail”

Jamie complied with her order. The bushy tail shimmied left when her ass cheeks went right; giving the impression, she had control over how it swayed.

“Shake tit”

Jamie complied as well shimmying just her upper body and making a clinking sound as she did, similar with her mother because of the new piercings that had been driven through her nipples, painlessly and without effort. It hadn’t felt like bursting, ripping skin parting for a foreign invader to be driven through the flesh and popping out the other side. She seemed surprised.

“Acupuncture, Bitch!” Madam Chang knew what she was wondering. How had these not hurt going in, not a drop of blood, not a hint of pain. Jamie was pleasantly surprised, and secretly wondered if Mikey knew what he was doing after all.

Madam Chang admired the finishing touches put on Jamie, as Yuki stuck a fake set of buckteeth in her mouth.

“SpongeBoob turn!” She announced, signaling Jamie was ready.

Wendy was already holding herself spread for Madam Chang, dutifully waiting her turn. Bill had been fucking her ass nightly, Steve had been fucking her ass daily, and between them, they had been putting a lot of things up there that probably didn’t belong up there (As far as she was concerned). When she had control over her life and everyone else, the idea of willingly putting anything up her ass had seemed completely disgusting and pointless.

Now that Bill and Chris, (She hated to admit even in her own silent rationalizations of her behavior Chris had that control when thinking about things that Steve and Bill were doing. Chris had put fingers and small objects in both Wendy and Jamie’s asses but not to the extent, or with the intent to masturbate them in as the older men had.

Now that Bill and Chris had control over her ass, and she was being anally trained daily, she was ready for whatever Madam Chang had for her. Which was a green shawl wraparound made with yarn.

“You want something up ass too?” Madam Chang asked seriously, while unfolding the green macramé style shawl.

Wendy thought about her answer. She did not want something up her ass, if it was not required to go up there. On the other hand, Jamie had just taken a medium sized plug, and was gritting her teeth, trying to get used to the discomfort. She also wanted to please Bill and Chris; this was the “Night of gold stars!”

“You want think on that, and get back to me?” Madam Chang asked sarcastically noting Wendy‘s indecision with a bemused look.

She looked at her husband Bill who was resting against a teakwood cabinet filled with assorted plastic ornaments. His face giving no sign he wanted to answer for her. Not that he could not answer, or was being indecisive. It was that he wanted her to have to choose.

“If you want to put something up my ass, for my costume,” Wendy qualified herself, “then it’s big enough to take something the size you put up my daughter’s ass.” She offered.

Madam Chang gave a wry smile, standing behind Wendy and stabbed a finger into her asshole, deeply. Tickling her finger around inside, making Wendy’s nipples go involuntarily hard, which was probably 1/10^th the stimulation her daughter was constantly under. Chang pulled out the finger effortlessly showing it to her, yellow paint and all. “I think you can take bigger up you ass, than you pretty daughter.” Her voice sounding confident.

“Yes Ma’am, that is probably true. Put whatever you think needs to go up my asshole, which can fit” She shut her eyes, hating to admit this in front of everyone. Even with the broad-mindedness of the Changs, she felt it was small consolation that the twins could not understand what she was saying, if they could see what was happening.

“Nothing need go up you ass.” Madam Chang instructed pragmatically. “You dirty, dirty girl, want everything up butt. Skirt is good enough.”

“Ma’am, Can I ask why they painted so closely, even partly inside of me, to cover my bottom half in yellow paint, if I was going to wear this wraparound anyway?”

“Look Down” Chang said finishing the single knot on her left hip that would hold up the sari-like wrap around skirt.

Wendy had been looking straight ahead as instructed earlier. She looked down and immediately saw that the wraparound was made of thick yarn in a webbing pattern that easily had 2-3 inch gaps all the way around. “With the paint and the skirt, no one see your dirty brown hole, Not worry!” slapping Wendy on the butt.

“You take sign” handing them white signs painted with slogans in English on one side and in an Asian language on the other. They were about 3 feet long and shaped like an arrow, thin and light, designed for spinning and directing customers to their boutique.

“You go now, go front. My grandson Short Round keep eye on you!!”

As the girls were about to head into the unknown on the midway, Bill stopped his wife. “Say Cheese”. She was stunned and could not think of anything to do at first as she turned to face him. She was supposed to do something provocative and interesting. There was just this blank look on her face as she realized her predicament.

“I am so sorry Sir, give me a moment.” She tried to manage the sign so she could hold it up for another picture, but it was so cluttered in the walking space that she couldn’t do it without effort.

“That’s okay, bitch!” Bill laughed dryly. “The look on your face was priceless. It says it all… basically ‘We’re fucked!!”

As Jamie and Wendy were dismissed through the backdoor and out to the midway, they could still hear laughter coming from inside.