The Family Feud III

Chapter Ten
“Out of the frying pan”

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 26
JAMIE: 29

The figure strode like a Texas Lawman about to confront the outlaws who left him for dead. At least that is how it seemed to Jamie as she recognized the voice instantly. Bradley Jenkins, the handsome older guy who had twice now seemed to drop in and drop out just as quickly from her life. He was one of the few males in her life that didn’t seem to instantly delight in her new status in life. He was certainly the only one she could think of.

He didn’t even have to raise a fist or make a threat. The boys tormenting Wendy and Jamie melted back into the shadows from whence they came without putting up any resistance. Bradley didn’t come across like a ‘tough guy’.

His energy was more like a policeman shining a light on something that was obviously not supposed to be happening and the burglars fleeing the scene.

“Are you two okay?” He asked, genuinely confused by what was just happening.

“Yes Sir” Jamie answered him, ceasing her jumping jacks to talk to him.

“What was just happening?” Bradley’s expression was a cross between confusion and concern. This girl (and her mother) was a huge enigma to him. On the one hand, Jamie seemed playful, smart, mature yet innocent in her own way, and for some reason he felt attracted to her. On the other hand, he was no longer certain she was even close to his own age, she was apparently dating his brother. Something had made him come up with an excuse to return here, but he couldn’t help but feel he’d just stepped into the middle of the third act of a play.

Something wasn’t right about their answers. So overly polite, they seemed to have such an odd way of looking at life. He couldn’t put his finger on what was happening, but the fact that it was so strange made him even more curious.

“Some pranksters were throwing food at us, Sir. Thanks for coming to our rescue.” Wendy answered for her daughter, when Jamie didn’t respond to his question right away. Jamie nodded in agreement.

“Why didn’t you say anything to them?” Bradley clearly didn’t understand what had led up to their situation. In his mind, they were simply very liberal women, who had chosen to wear admittedly incredibly skimpy and revealing costumes to help out a store that they apparently had some stake in. At least, that is the best guess he had at the present. The simplest answer being the best answer.

“They would have just backed up and thrown from a distance, besides the show must go on, Sir.” Wendy answered him vaguely noting that her daughter didn’t seem to mind this time. Wendy scanned for signs of Bill and Chris, she expected them any moment. She started to dance again for passersby while they continued their conversation with Jamie’s crush.

“Your daughter had the tail last time I was here, or did I miss something?” Bradley’s mind was still trying to wrap itself around this unusual situation playing out before him.

“Yes, we switched sir. Do you like it?” she spun for Bradley flirtatiously without thinking about it. It was the same attitude she had displayed for a good part of the last hour for any stranger who passed by. Jamie didn’t seem amused this time.

“I meant to ask, how does that stay on? Glue or some kind of belt?” Bradley asked the kind of practical question you might expect of an analytical mind, or perhaps a 13 year old boy (or both).

Wendy didn’t get a chance to answer before she heard the familiar sound of Bill and Chris’s voice in the background. She was relieved that they returned, as weird as it sounded, she wondered if she was developing some sort of Stockholm Syndrome. They were cruel, strict, and tormented her regularly, but this past hour without them and the sense there was some point to all of her suffering in servitude had made her miss them.

“Welcome Back, Sir,” she tried to hug her husband.

“Wait until you get that paint washed off, don’t get your shiny paint all over me.” He sounded like he was correcting his dog for trying to lick his face.

“Yes Sir, Sorry.”

Bill observed the sign and the handsome young man he had seen on his lawn earlier today. “You live in our neighborhood, were you trying to get a picture with my wife and daughter?” he asked politely.

“Oh no, actually.” Bradley tabled his earlier curiosity about what held the tail on and revealed he had come back to find out what time the girls would be done with their work. “I was hoping maybe Jamie could join us, well join Gerald for a little while.” Bradley wasn’t sure what he was hoping. A part of him felt like such a selfish tool right now. He hadn’t even told his family he was coming back here. He was supposed to be looking for an ATM machine as far as they knew.

Jamie looked at her father’s stony expression and back to Bradley, “That is so kind of you to offer, Sir. We are wrapping up here, but tonight is a Taylor family fun night. I couldn’t leave, even if I wanted to.” There was just a subtle hint of double meaning to the last part of what she said that only Wendy picked up on. Jamie did want to go, she just knew her place was here with them.

“That is very understandable. I just thought I’d offer. I just thought maybe you would like to see Gerald.” He lied. He felt all at once guilty for using his brother’s apparent relationship with her to find out more about her. He knew plenty of girls in college, why did none of them seem as interesting as this girl? Was there something wrong with him? even though she looked like she was a high school senior, she must be much younger. These were the thoughts going through his head as he politely excused himself to make his way back to his own family.

“Seems like a good guy.” Bill said out loud to no one in particular as they watched him walk away.

“So you were good girls?” Bill asked them.

“Yes Sir.”

“If I find out otherwise, there will be hell to pay! Look who we found.” He indicated Uncle Creepy, the man who was so unassuming that he had been standing four feet away since Bill and Chris walked up and neither Wendy or Jamie noticed. Creepy was still clutching the clothes they wore to the fair to his chest.

“Hello Sir” the two girls greeted him warmly. They didn’t’ want to but they knew it was expected of them. “We are so glad you brought our clothes back to us, Sir”.

“You won’t be so glad when you see what he did to the clothes you are going home in.” Chris smirked sadistically.

“We will show gratitude towards him, and you for permitting us to wear any clothes at all. Wearing this ‘costume’, gives me a new found appreciation for the generous allowances you make in what we sluts are permitted to wear, Sir.” Wendy promised her son.

“Why did you switch bottoms?” Bill asked noticing that SpongeBoob had sprouted a tail and his daughter the squirrel was wearing her mother’s shawl wrapped around her waist.

“Some boys were teasing us, and pulled the tail out of Jamie’s ass, Sir…” Wendy started the explanation.

“But, Bradley came along and chased them away.” Jamie finished the explanation.

“Cute, so how did it get up your mother’s ass?” Bill asked skeptically.

“I volunteered to let them tail me, because the boys were being shy with Jamie, Sir.” Wendy’s answer seemed plausible, but not exactly the truth. She had volunteered in part because she wanted to spare Jamie the experience of strange boys driving a rubber dildo into her ass.

“So if Bradley scared them off while they were tailing your mother with your costume, how did it end up in her hole and not yours?” Bill asked his daughter, wanting to hear her version of the story.

“They did that before Bradley walked up. He saw them throwing fried donut holes at us while we did jumping jacks and stopped them just before they dumped their ice cold slushees on us, Sir?” Jamie’s voice, unable to hide her esteem for her new found benefactor.

“You sound like you don’t think males should get their jollies watching you suffer. Are you too good to be donut hole targets?” Bill asked his follow up question.

“No sir, we accepted our place, and took the donut holes. They are all around us.” Jamie pointed to a few of the fried balls of dough on the ground.

Chris grinned “Damn, I missed seeing Mom and Jamie get all these balls thrown in their face”.

“If you see these boys, you will apologize and let them continue their fun, is that understood, little miss perfect?” Bill demanded of his women.

“Yes Sir” they both answered.

“Turn around in inspection one position, let’s get your costumes on right since neither of you can be trusted to wear them properly.” Bill ordered them to stand, knees slightly bent, hands behind their back pulling their ass cheeks apart.

It should be said that there was no fortunate lull in fair customers walking by at the present time. Had it not been for Chris and Bill standing in front of the girls, people passing by would have had no choice but to stop and watch the spectacle. The only reason they didn’t notice, was Chris’s wide girth inadvertently shielded the bottom switching exercise as it took place.

The shawl was yanked roughly from Jamie’s waist, the knot coming undone in one smooth pull on the garment. Chris pulled the ostrich plume tail from his mother’s ass and looked at it with the same fascination as the boys had done earlier.

Satisfied with the inspection of the plug, he placed it at his Sister’s tight opening, just above her painted twat. “There has to be something funny to say about this situation.” He said more to himself than anyone else.

“You are getting my peanut butter, in her chocolate Sir?” Wendy’s joke made the more dry by her having to face away from the men as she delivered the line that her and her daughter had been anticipating was something he’d say.

“That’s pretty funny, Mom.” He drove the plug a few inches into his sister’s ass, unable to see the look of mixed passion and pain on her face as he did. “That is kind of twisted,” He continued to drive the plug into place, locking the front piece of material over Jamie’s pussy as he did.

“Thank you Sir, I am glad it amused you.” Wendy said a little less deadpan than her joke.

Bill threw the shawl on his wife’s back. “Put it on, and get down on all fours and eat some of these donut holes. Seems a shame to let them go to waste.”

The girls didn’t hesitate once they were permitted to do so. They got on down on all fours, a move that may have seemed like they were searching for a lost contact lens or ride ticket to passers-by who were focused on their own destination. A few people did stop to watch and laugh, as the girls took a bite of the pastries that had been used to pelt their bodies only minutes before. This only served to deepen Wendy and Jamie’s humiliation, but not their resolve to carry out their orders.

“Let’s go have a talk with Madam Chang, see how well you did.” Bill grabbed his wife and daughter by the elbows roughly pulling them to their feet.

“Actually Sir, she never came outside to supervise us. The man behind the counter did, and he tied our feet to this cord.” Wendy explained that they were tethered in place to their sign.

Bill sighed. He bent over and with a strong jerk of his hand, broke the clothes line, leaving it still tied around their legs. He noted the little man behind the cash register was busy with customers. “Seems like he was too busy to really give you the proper discipline and supervision.” He noted with disappointment.

The girls followed Bill and Chris to Chang’s backdoor. Bill having been there earlier didn’t knock. Wendy wasn’t sure what Madam Chang had been doing this entire time. Chang nor her twins had come outside to gloat or give them a hard time. In her mind, she had assumed perhaps they were involved in their own twisted bondage and control games.

Wendy had assumed because of the easy way they accepted her and her daughter’s discipline and from some of what Madam Chang had said, she was herself a perverse disciplinarian. She had expected to see leather whips and bondage swings or something over the top when they walked in to the room.

She scolded her own over-active imagination because the reality was the twins were working and Madam Chang seemed to be hastily pulling on her silken robe. If they were doing anything perverted, it was hardly as ambitious as her wicked mind had dreamt up. She wondered for a split second if she had secretly hoped it was as she envisioned, before erasing the question from her mind.

“You should learn to knock before you just walk in.” Madam Chang said in perfect English, caught off guard by the interruption. Wendy and Jamie were equally as stunned by how Chang was no longer stooped over or speaking in the funny accented English she had been earlier.

“What, you want Madam Chang speak like this?” She asked the two surprised women.

“No ma’am, I just don’t know what to think.” Wendy was looking at her and Bill for some understanding.

“You come to the fair, you want to be scared in our haunted house, our rides. You pay for thrills, and the illusion of something exotic. You can’t be too disappointed if you walk back stage and find out we are all actors, can you?” Madam Chang explained.

“No Ma’am” that explanation made sense to Wendy.

“I thought you were going to personally put them through their paces outside.” Bill seemed disappointed more for not getting what he paid for, than over anything else.

“You can bring them back, and we can have them work an entire day here at the fair. There is a lot of work to be done breaking down and setting up. We could hang them as extras in the haunted house. Tie them up to the bumper cars as rubber barriers.” Chang offered in as conciliatory manner as someone who didn’t really care could muster.

Short Round chose that precise moment to enter the back office. “Those lazy fat bitch walk away, after only one hour!! Fat asses scare away customer” he shook his fist in mock anger.

Chris told him he could drop the fake accent. “We already know.”

“Actually, that is how Short Round talks.” Madam Chang’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Your girls were good sports out there, it was funny to us. Robert thought the boy who grabbed your wife’s titties and made her spin him like a helicopter was particularly funny.” She pointed at some black and white video monitors to indicate they had been watching all along.

“Robert?” Bill noticing the camera monitors had been well camouflaged by all the junk in the trailer workspace.

“You knew them as Yuki and Kiko, these are my business partners, Robert and Neil.” The twins smiled at their introduction.

“It would be funny if their name was Bob and Neil, because then that would sound like Bob and Kneel.” Chris pantomimed someone sucking a cock while bobbing their head. No one laughed.

“As you can see, they were never unsupervised. We even told Short Round to take a long bathroom break, to give the girls a sense of abandonment. We were going to see if they would slack off, or get frightened. They carried on dancing and carrying on like good little troopers. You should actually be proud of them.” Chang continued her explanation.

Jamie and Wendy did feel a sense of satisfied pride. Wendy wanted to tell her husband that the hour with Short Round had made her appreciate her husband’s leadership style a little more, but she wasn’t quite sure this was the time to express that sentiment.

Bill wasn’t going to award the two a complement for the good report he received. He had come into the trailer wanting to find fault. He was not sure what his expectation was while he was out with his son. He started to realize maybe they HAD been unrealistic, in part because he hadn’t taken the time to outline them to anyone.

Rather than dwell on that, or the hour he had just spent bonding with his son discussing plans for the night he asked if they would remove the costumes. “We tracked down Uncle Creepy, and I would like them to wear the clothes they had on when they came here.”

“You no want advertise Madam Chang Emporium?” Chang joked in her imitation broken English. “Uncle Creepy, that good name for him. He very creepy.” She winked at the quiet man still holding the precious clothes to his chest.

The twins got into the act, one of them saying “Ho” to get his brother’s attention. “Let’s take ho outside, hose off ho with outside hose.” They giggled taking Jamie and Wendy by the hand to lead them behind the trailer to a garden hose.

While Bill and Chris waited for their return, Madam Chang explained that she was the fourth “Madam Chang” to own this business and that the people who worked at the fair considered each other to be ‘family’. Not right away, but once someone demonstrates, they are going to stick around. She used this as an allegory for the Taylor’s family saying that she did not know the reasons the women had for serving, but it wasn’t her initial expectations. She thought they were just stupid bimbos, extroverts looking for humiliation. She noted that Jamie’s eyes, hard nipples and wet pussy had given her the impression she was doing this for a thrill, but now she thought that may just be a side effect. That the Mother and Daughter, were truly doing all of this out of a sense of obligation and duty.

In that short space of time, Bill agreed with Madam Chang (the fourth), and told her that he and his son had reached a similar conclusion over their discussion. “That was the first two minutes of the last hour, we spent the rest walking around looking for Uncle Creepy who we followed around the fair, until we could catch up with him.”

“That is our security guard.” Madam Chang admitted with a grin that implied he wasn’t particularly effective, but that he had endeared himself in the position the way “Rudy” had to the Notre dame football team.

“If you want to rent your wife out to us again as poster board, we’ll try to come up with something more challenging if you like. The only other vendor I can think of who may be willing to come up with something clever is the old man who runs the arcade.”

Bill remembered the kindly old man, who had seemed too gentle to hurt a fly. He shook his head that he didn’t agree.

“Suit yourself, it’s just an idea.” Madam Chang answered without concern.

The girls were soon trotted back in, now twice as naked in contrast to their painted costumes. Jamie looking very pink and white, her mother slightly more tanned. The only thing on their body was the collars, heels and Madam Chang buttons clinking as they trotted behind the twins.

“Let me guess, they kinked the hose, and spent most of the time getting the paint off your assholes?” Chang asked the girls knowingly.

The question was rhetorical as she didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she pretended it was a pity to remove the lovely Chang buttons and let Bill and Chris pick out better hoops for their piercings than they had when they came in.

“Can we go bigger?” Bill asked of the hoops in his wife’s titties.

“You can, but I wouldn’t suggest it, at least until she has grown used to these.” Chang replied. “You could put nose rings in, that would be cute.”

Chang was already giving them a discount on the cost of the body jewelry, with the two hundred he had given her earlier, he didn’t feel comfortable buying another piercing. “That is for another night.” is all he said.

It left Jamie and Wendy with the impression he was concerned that their tattoo and Jamie’s body jewelry was already too much of a shock to the system. Bill was simply being pragmatic about the cost.

When Jamie and Wendy were fully dried off, and the paint removed, the hoops replaced, they were told to beg Uncle Creepy for their clothing.

Naked on their knees, the girls faced Uncle Creepy while he held their clothes like Gollum holds the ‘one true ring’. The men had the two girls practice begging at home for the last week, but it was never easy for either of them. In part, because they knew they would be eventually given what they asked for if they kept trying. In this case, Creepy’s unnatural affection for their clothing did not give them a lot of confidence that he’d part with them no matter what they did or said.

“Sir, I am glad you like the way our clothes smell and feel in your hands. It is very flattering that you liked them enough to carry them with you tonight” Wendy started the girls off.

Robert, Neil and Short Round were giggling just slightly behind them. A fact that made saying these things to Uncle Creepy that much more difficult. He was obviously simple-minded, which made their being prostrate begging him all the more humiliating.

“We aren’t angry in any way that you may have soiled our clothes, Sir. We are dirty girls, if you got our clothes dirty that is okay with us, we don’t mind.” Jamie said sincerely adding that “We need to get dressed, so we can get out to the fair and play my father and brother’s dare game. If you let us, I hope you can come with us and watch.”

Creepy wasn’t budging.

“You beg like two rich sluts, who are asking for extra diamonds to bejewel their phone.” Bill scoffed at their efforts. “Get down and fucking grovel, you ungrateful snots.” pushing their heads down.

Wendy was the first to start licking Uncle Creepy’s boots. She had licked her co-worker’s shoes every day since her husband had forced her to answer to him. Jamie followed her mother’s example pressing her suddenly rock hard nipples to the trailer floor and pulling her ass cheeks apart to reveal a strawberry pink colored sore asshole.

“Would you like me or my daughter to masturbate you onto our clothes? If you came on them, that is okay, Sir, please let us wear them.” Wendy’s voice sounding slightly more pleading than earlier.

Uncle Creepy seemed offended she’d suggest that, but said nothing. His face a blank expression, he tightened his grip on the clothes pressing them to his chest.

“You sound like you are bargaining more than you are begging, you dumb cunt. You'd better learn the difference with a quickness, or I'll walk you both out of here like you are.” Bill threatened.

Wendy was not sure what else to offer him of her charms, or even that of her daughter. She tried in vain to beg in general platitudes as the two girls licked the top his muddy work boots.

“Do you like the way our cunts and asses smell, Sir?” Jamie finally volunteered. She had a hunch that he liked the way their clothes had pick up their scent, the lotion, the perfume, the sweat. The way she asked sounded like a naughty teenager who was daring someone to say yes. It sounded so wrong coming out of her mouth, but at the same time very wicked.

Uncle Creepy’s left eyebrow arched. This was the most expressive he had been all night.

Jamie rose to her feet, and turned away from him in inspection position one. She faced her ass towards him and bent deeply, pulling her ass apart with one hand and using her other finger to hold her wet twat apart. “Please sir, take a good long smell, does my ripe cunt smell as delicious as my clothes?”

Uncle Creepy remained unmoving.

Wendy rose to her feet, trying her daughter’s position adding, “Please Sir, smell our cunt, are they as fresh and sticky as the clothes we had on?”

Uncle Creepy bent robotically at the waist to give the asses a sniff, the way one would a rose on the vine. Then fearfully rose back up, saying nothing. His breath giving both girls the chills.

“If you had something else to smell, would it please you? Sometimes I put a finger under my arms or between my ass crack and smell it later.” Jamie lied; she remembered hearing Chris say something like this before. “Drag your finger down my sweaty ass crack and take a sniff of my female sweat, Sir…please? I bet you’ll li-ike it” she dragged out the word “like” in as tempting a way, as she knew how.

Short Round who was walking in and out of the back office while this spectacle had been going on said, “For Fuck Sake, even I want smell now.” He stood behind Jamie and with two fingers, dragged one hand behind each woman’s parted ass crack before poking their assholes for good measure with the tip. He held it up for the tall quiet man holding the clothes. “Smell”

Uncle Creepy did as he was told, and if Bill wasn’t mistaken, a genuine smile appeared across his face.

“Do” Short Round instructed of the man and he repeated what he had just seen Short Round do, dropping the clothes to the ground, sniffing his own finger.

“Thank you Sir, you can refresh your finger anytime my father or Chris wants, I am glad you like my girl stink.” Jamie answered him, while the two put on the clothes.

The skimpy garments did not just have dried cum all over them. There may have been poop-striped skid marks in the skirts from when he wore them. They were dirty and Wendy wondered if they had some additional smell like chicken soup on them. Despite their submissive words, their faces of disgust told the men everything they wanted to know about how difficult putting the clothes back on was for them.

“You don’t seem happy with the clothes you were given, you sure you don’t want other arrangements to be made?” Bill’s question was more of a warning to brighten up and show appreciation. It worked, the girl’s turned their cauliflower expressions into cheerful although possibly forced smiles.

Bill paid Madam Chang for the new body jewelry, and grabbed his wife by her nipples. The half-shirt top she was wearing offering absolutely no protection from his pinching fingers. “Are you ready to have some fun and amuse your husband, bitch?”

“Yes sir, if it pleases you.” Wendy answered stoically.

“What about you cunt-pie cutie?” Bill took his daughter’s nipple in his other hand, and pressed down hard. Her face an unexpected cross between a wince and an orgasm. “You miss having that tail stuffed up that crowded poop hole of yours?”

She had expected a question like her mom received about being willing to amuse her betters. Caught off guard she answered “I definitely notice its absence, Sir.”

This was amusing enough for Bill and Chris who winked at one another.

Dressed as they had been when they first arrived at the county fair, the girls were given a slap to the ass as they were led out of Madam Changs with her blessing.

When the family had left her trailer, Madam Chang, the twins and Short Round let themselves burst out with a derisive laughter reserved mostly for super villains and playground bullies.

“You think they bought what you said?” Robert, the twin formerly known as Yuki asked.

“Oh definitely. What happens at the fair, stays at the fair.” She joked in response. “They know what they need to know, they think what I want them to think.” she grinned as she took a drink from an ice cold bottled water that she had recently taken out of a cooler.

Short Round twisted the top of a bottle of water that was sitting close to him in agreement. “I would have fucked younger one so hard, if you let me!” He imitated a female voice “She scream, Oh Short Round, me love you long time! You dick so big!” he laughed at his impression.

“I didn’t get a good look up in her guts, but something tells me she really does have her hymen, as hard as that is to believe. I think she is still a virgin.” Chang told her diminutive employee.

“Who care, I fuck her up ass then.” Short Round answered hungrily as he took a swig of the water, before spitting it all over the twins in disgust.

“This Piss!!” he looked at the bottle, noting the yellow liquid. It was the bottle of urine Jamie had brought in with her when they first came in. “Those fucking bitch!!!” he shook his fist in the air in futility to the sound of sarcastic laughs.

As the scene in the trailer fades to black, the scene focuses back where it should be on the Taylor family, and of course their new hanger-on in the form of Uncle Creepy walking behind them, never leaving them out of his sight.