The Family Feud IV

Chapter Twenty-Seven
Sometimes fucked, sometimes punished, sometimes both.

**Note to reader: The story returns to its original narrative format.

CASH EARNINGS WEDNESDAY

WENDY: $0

JAMIE: $0

The laughter and jeering had all but subsided, leaving just the soft rustling sound of Delilah continuing to struggle with Cathy to fill the silence. The two nearly naked girls wrestled in the mud for dominance over the other, oblivious to their larger audience. The Duct tape had become soggy and water-logged so that their legs could slide around as rivlets of mud and garden hose water dripped down.

Delilah continued slowly working Cathy’s panties down the blonde’s legs. The two were unaware of the eerie quiet that had fallen over the yard. Delilah was already beginning to think about the disgusting things she was going to make this upstart of a bitch do for having been such a bitch to her. She also was going to get a small amount of pleasure in giving her new crush, Chris, a bit of payback to the bitch who had made life so miserable for him.

The silver-haired gentleman who had marched into the backyard commanded everyone’s attention by his quiet presence. He was dressed in an unassuming and simple business suit but he carried himself with a self-confidence that instantly commanded respect.

“Grandfather!!” Cathy quit struggling and cried out when she finally realized that no one was cheering on the fight and looked up from the muddy grass where she had been fighting. She immediately recognized the silver-headed old man standing there as her rich grandfather, whom everyone else knew as Mr. Bitterman.

“Oh, so it’s Grandfather now, is it?” The man’s face flashed his displeasure at the young girl. “I only hear you call me that when you want something,” he finished.

Delilah had stop pawing at her opponent’s muddy, bare breasts and stared along with everyone else at the composed elder gentleman staring down at the two of them. She had managed to rip off Cathy’s panties in the last few seconds before they both realized they had a new visitor watching them. Cathy sprung to her feet quickly with no attempt to hide her cleanly shaven slit and bare, strawberry pink nipples.

“I can explain this,” Cathy offered innocently but with the passion of sudden and real concern that her world might be coming to an end.

“It has already been explained to me,” Mr. Bitterman recalled the coffee he shared when Wendy had told him the entire sordid story of how Cathy had taken over the family’s lives. He had remained silent when she mentioned his grandchildren’s involvement in this escapade in order to investigate it himself. “I am looking forward to your explanation for why you have been made sole manager of the trust fund I had set up for my lay-about son-in-law?”

“Daddy’s trust fund?” Cathy played coy.

“Your manipulations may work on lesser men but I assure you a tear or a wink is about as useful right now as glasses to the blind. I am also curious about why you were wrestling with this girl. Was this another of your wicked little games?” Mr. Bitterman stood in front of the two dripping wet and muddy girls as if he were a drill sergeant about to deliver the dressing down of a lifetime.

“What is your name, dear-heart?” Mr. Bitterman addressed Delilah after she had gotten to her feet and begun wiping off some of the mud from her backside.

“Delilah Waxerman sir, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Delilah said in her country accent but with an immediate desire not to come off as a country bumpkin. Her chest was still heaving from the effort of the wrestling match but she stood up straight and didn’t try to hide her nudity.

Bitterman had a soft aura of sobriety to him, the way a policeman projects when he pulls you over and gives you a ticket. When the policeman shines his light on you, if you’ve only had a few drinks you start to fight against the intoxication you had been more than willing to succumb to only minutes earlier.

“It is entirely your business whether you put your clothes on or not. I don’t mean to keep you out here like this. However, if I may ask, has my granddaughter perhaps offered you some sort of bribe or dare, or perhaps made a bet with you?” he probed.

Cathy looked positively shocked.

Delilah looked at Cathy and it was unclear whether she felt sorry for the scared teenager or if she just didn’t want to offend Mr. Bitterman further. She was still pissed at Cathy for how she treated her like an ignorant country bumkin just because of her accent, but she lived by her own set of rules. To her, you always solved your problems with the fellow teen that you were fighting with against any adult and then take care of business one on one later. Because of that moral code, she told him a lie, “No, we was just having a little fun. It was nothing.”

“Really? From the looks of things, if there had been a wager involved, judging from the fact that you have on at least a modicum of clothing and my granddaughter is completely naked, I would assume you would have won it. If she owed you something, I would have made sure she paid her debt completely and diligently.” Mr. Bitterman looked at a now shaking Cathy with the implied threat that her shenanigans were now completely over. Cathy, for her part, was staring daggers back at her grandfather but refused to open her mouth in apparent fear of saying something to upset the businessman.

“Uh, naw, it was just a friendly little match,” Delilah reluctantly relinquished her victory over the other girl and proceeded to demand her brothers climb the tree in the Taylor backyard and “Get down every one of my clothes you threw up there and right now!”

“May I get dressed too, Grandfather?” Cathy asked in an uncharacteristically contrite tone.

“No, I don’t think so.” Bitterman’s words were slow and deliberate, like someone who held every card in the deck. There was no doubt that tone that had served him well in the boardrooms of his many businesses. “There are still some people out here that I would like to meet. Besides, you didn’t seem to have a problem getting yourself into this situation.”

Cathy gave him a hesitant look as if waiting for him to reconsider before she finally answered “Yes Grandfather.”

“Well, you must be the football player that I’ve heard so much about. Are you going to play for State next year young man?” Bitterman walked over to where Jamie and Dave Stravosky had been watching the match play out.

The hulking high school athlete stood frozen, like a deer in headlights, as if in awe of a man half his size and more than twice his age. Dave was barely dressed in women’s panties, lipstick and a half-bustier that showed off his well-defined, hairless chest. “I was thinking of going to Arizona actually,” Dave stammered.

“Oh that is a pity. I could probably have made some calls if you were planning to attend my Alma mater. You would have found pledging a particular fraternity…interesting. Their initiation rituals for incoming freshman would probably not phase you, given your particular state of dress.” Mr. Bitterman hinted gingerly around Dave’s costume. He waited for a response from Dave but aside from a visible erection starting to plump the satin panties he wore, there was nothing but awkward silence.

“I take it my granddaughter put you in this particular state of undress?” Mr. Bitterman asked.

“Yes sir, this was not my idea. I am definitely not queer!” Dave’s denial was so insincere that it almost made the elderly man chuckle while Jamie had to stifle a full out laugh.

“No one is saying that you are. I assume that the words written with lipstick on your forehead were something she made you write under duress.” Bitterman considered the high school senior waiting for an answer. He paused for an answer and waited until he was sure no answer was forthcoming before offering, “If my granddaughter made you walk here in that and nothing else, I am afraid I don’t have any spare clothing to offer you to dress in. However, I am assuming that you’ve become tangled in some sort of blackmail web designed by my granddaughter here. What does she have on you, son?”

Dave stammered again and looked at Cathy for guidance that wasn’t coming. He couldn’t tell from her facial expression what she expected him to do and, truth be told, he didn’t want to piss her off any more than she already was at him.

“I know it is probably embarrassing to be dragged around, dressed like you are, and I can’t make you tell me what she has over you, however, I could arrange to have it returned to you if you like. You have nothing to fear from my granddaughter any longer. I will take the situation into hand, so to speak.” Mr. Bitterman said confidently while ignoring Cathy’s facial pleas.

From the look on Cathy’s face, she had to be taking stock of all the webs of deceit she had built and seeing them crumble in her mind. She looked as if she was wondering if all the alliances she had made to control people through their lustful desire of power over others or their indiscretions (or both) would be coming to an end.

“Grandfather, please can we talk about this first?” Cathy’s offer was dismissed outright before she could even say it all. She gave an exasperated sigh of frustration followed by a scowling sour expression across her slightly freckled face that was focused on her grandfather.

“Well, I’ve nothing to keep you here young man, and if you won’t reveal to me the blackmail she has on you so that I can do something about it then I would just recommend that you go ask Mr. Taylor if perhaps he has something you could wear home.” Mr. Bitterman turned his attention back to Cathy and asked, “I assume you have the key someplace for the chain you’ve attached to this young man’s testicles?””

“No, it’s at home,” she pouted.

“I believe you should start addressing me as Sir, young lady. You have no doubt made these people grovel at your feet and address you in a form of respect to establish that you are their better and that they should not be on such a familiar basis with you, have you not?” Bitterman’s request was not a formality; it was definitely an order.

“Yes Sir,” Cathy’s eyes seethed with rage although she directed her gaze at Dave and not her grandfather.

“I really apologize about this,” Mr. Bitterman offered to Dave, “My driver is out in front of the house. He can take you to a hotel suite in the limo until I have located the key to free you. Just go and have a seat in the car.”

Dave was so ready to be let off the hook that he started to move before realizing that the other end of his chain was still clipped to Jamie’s dog collar. Jamie gave a little squeal of surprise as she was pulled off balance when Dave turned to leave.

“Bend down and unclip that leash, won’t you Cathy?” Mr. Bitterman directed Cathy and she dutifully obeyed.

“Delilah, if you’ve about retrieved all your clothes from the tree, you and your brothers are free to follow Dave to the limo. I am sure they can drop you off any place you would like to go.”

“That is right neighborly of you, sir,” Delilah had just about finished putting on the clean, dry clothes she had worn over to the Taylors onto her muddy body.

“That is the least I can do. Are you quite sure that my granddaughter owes you nothing? She may be a Griffin, but she will pay her debts like a Bitterman.”

“Well, to be quite honest, your granddaughter rubbed me the wrong way when we first met,” Delilah said truthfully. “But aside from watching her stick this here rake handle straight up her ass, I really couldn’t want nothin’ from her.” Delilah added as she joked about the rake handle she had been using to fish down her clothes from the tree with her brothers. Mr. Bitterman looked at his granddaughter patiently as if he was giving a silent instruction to the resisting young heiress.

“Grandfath..Sir?” Cathy swallowed hard as she corrected herself mid-sentence to call Bitterman by his newly outlined term of respect.

“I believe you heard her?” Mr. Bitterman asked rhetorically.

“Oh I was just kidding about the rake,” Delilah exclaimed in surprise. It had taken Delilah an extra few seconds to understand that her joke was being taken seriously. A few minutes earlier, she would have thought nothing of actually shoving it up the girl’s ass just for spite. However, she had spent years seeing her aunt as an authority figure and being taught to always respect her elders with something akin to awe. Besides, there was something about Bitterman that made her just as reserved around him as she was around her aunt.

Cathy started to walk over to Delilah and take the rake slowly from her hand. “Sir? Are you serious?” she asked hoping that her grandfather would change his mind.

“My dear, do you not know by now when I am joking or being serious?” Mr. Bitterman’s face read that he was not the least bit joking. Even the Waxerman boys stopped playing in the trees long enough to watch Cathy lower the thin rake handle under her bare ass and hold it there while she bent down on it, touching the very tip of the rake against the rosette of her asshole nub between her asscheeks.

“Cathy, ask the young lady how far you can put the rake handle up your rear so that she would be satisfied?” Mr. Bitterman said firmly.

“Delilah, how far do I have to put this up my butt?” Cathy stared at her grandfather with a look that showed just a hint of anger and rebellion as she asked the question.

“Oh that is not proper at all, I am sure you will want to show proper respect when you try to offer amends to someone as sweet as Delilah here apparently is. At least she has manners,” Mr. Bitterman corrected.

“Ma’am, how far may I shove this rake handle up my ass to please you?” Cathy had made students, teachers and her own family say things like this often enough that she knew exactly what sounded more fitting, but she did still have just a hint of suppressed hostility in her voice.

“Well,” Delilah put her finger on her lip as if estimating before deciding “As far up your rotten, little ass as it will go.” That line caused laughter to fall from the tree like leaves as the Waxerman boys howled.

“Why do you hesitate, dear Cathy, given your proclivity for wickedness? Am I to assume this is the first time you’ve had anything put up your ass?” Mr. Bitterman glared at the naked girl who was resting her sphincter on a rake handle, one that had actually been up Jamie’s ass a time or two before actually.

“No Sir, this isn’t the first time I had anything up there, but can I at least have a little lube first?” Cathy asked with a trace of defiance in her voice.

“So you want some lube?” Mr. Bitterman sounded amused.

“Yes Sir,” Cathy’s response sounded like she already knew she would be denied.

“How does it feel to want?” he delivered a verbal blow that made everyone, even Jamie, laugh. Cathy reluctantly started to drive herself down on the 2-inch diameter wooden rake handle. Without preparing her asshole for penetration, it was obvious it was going to be difficult and painful.

“I am a fair man. Delilah, if you don’t mind, could my granddaughter first masturbate herself on the rake and get it wet before she sticks it straight up her conniving ass for you?” Mr. Bitterman asked as if he had just rolled down the window of his Bentley and asked for Grey Poupon Mustard.

“Oh sure, that would be fine. I reckon since she seems like such a tight ass anyway,” Delilah quickly agreed with a laugh and a humorous barb at Cathy’s expense.

“Sir, please?” Cathy was very reluctant to fuck the handle of the rake into her pussy, but when he did not acknowledge her pleas, she moved her ass off the tip of the rake and squatted over it with her legs spread wide, hiding nothing from anyone’s view and rode the handle like a dick. At first, she thrust it herself down on it gingerly before bending her knees to bounce up and down on it with determination. The strawberry blonde cheerleader and part-time mastermind was now reduced to a humiliated, naked slut fucking herself on a yard tool in front of her former victims, adversary, and others to their amusement and laughter.

“I take it from the hardness of your nipples that you’ve sufficiently painted the handle with your juices now, young lady. While I am sure you are enjoying yourself immensely, now get on with it,” Mr. Bitterman’s sarcasm was subtle as he added, “I’ve a tight schedule to keep.”

Cathy stopped fucking herself and stared daggers at her grandfather as she reached back to return the now slick rake to her asshole. Using a finger to help her insert it into her asshole, she began to drive herself backwards, anus-first, onto the wooden tip of the rake handle with a groan. Cathy’s face read that she might not be sure how, but someone would pay dearly for making her do this.

“Mr. Stravosky, I appreciate you remaining. Would you be kind enough to make sure the rake is sufficiently far enough up my granddaughter’s ass that it has gone as far as it can go?”

Cathy held up her hand before Dave could make it to where she was and backed herself down hard onto the rake with a gasp. There was little doubt it was ‘as far as it could go.’

Bitterman finally acknowledged the blonde, beautiful girl who had been on her hands and knees at the tree in doggy position. “You must be the dutiful Jamie Taylor I’ve heard so much about. You don’t have to remain in that position just because Cathy told you to,” he suggested.

Jamie was conflicted. Her father had told her to obey Cathy and that order had been simple to follow; stay at the tree on all fours and wait. Now that things had changed so drastically in the backyard, she wasn’t sure what to do. Making a decision, she stood up, dusted off the dirt from her knees, and thanked Mr. Bitterman.

“Oh, no need to thank me,” He drank in the teenager’s crisp and pert nipples decorated with sizable silver rings. It was the first thing you noticed on the beautiful and fit teen after the angelic blue-eyes and soft face.

“I take it that the tattoo on your rear was at the behest of my granddaughter?” He asked her softly.

“No sir, that was my own idea.” Unlike the others who had lied to minimize their own humiliation at participating in these wicked games or to let Cathy off the hook, that was a true statement.

“A pity. I know a fine tattoo artist in the naval district of the city who could have given my granddaughter an epic tattoo or removed yours for you,” Bitterman said.

“Thank you, sir, but I don’t hold any ill feelings towards your granddaughter.” Jamie was an eternal optimist and very forgiving but even she did not sound so sure of that statement.

“Why? My granddaughter is clearly a wicked manipulator who delighted in raking you over the coals. I’ve heard the entire story from your mother and, rest assured, she and her deviant brothers will be dealt with for their parts in this, that is if they still value their inheritance.” A look over Bitterman’s shoulder at his grunting granddaughter hopping from foot to foot while the others jeered at her told him she did indeed value it.

“Well, maybe you are right.” Jamie agreed and added “But, I would be just as bad as her if I took pleasure in her discomfort.” That admission showed she didn’t want to make the same mistake she had with her father and brother when they were under her dominion.

“You are a good person, Jamie Taylor,” Mr. Bitterman declared and before she could thank him for the flattery, he added, “which is why it breaks my heart to foreclose on your house on Friday.”

Jamie’s jaw dropped open. Mr. Bitterman had just been so generous to Dave and the Waxermans. This came as a complete shock to the system that he was going to take her family house.

“I can see from your face that your father probably hasn’t told you about it. The bank has been in the process of recovering the home since my granddaughter here bought the mortgage and liens against your house. I am afraid because of where it is at in the legal process that there is really nothing I can do to stop it.”

“Let’s go inside and have a talk with your father,” Mr. Bitterman said. He wouldn’t be moved by Cathy’s crocodile tears of contrition but he could not stand to see that beautiful face of Jamie’s start to well up with sadness at the revelation that, despite all the of her and her mother’s efforts, they were going to lose the house anyway. Bitterman shuffled the Waxerman kids and Dave through the Taylor house and into his waiting limousine out in front of the house. This left him with two naked teenage girls with one of them having a rake protruding from her ass standing next to him while he addressed Bill Taylor.

“Hello Mr. Bitterman, I see you told Jamie?” Bill got to his feet and offered a handshake to him. Had he not spent the last few weeks dominating his wife and daughter, he might have been very shocked to see Cathy Griffin standing in front of him still flecked with mud and dripping wet hair, in the nude, trailing a rake handle sticking out of her ass behind her. As it was, he barely acknowledged the girl who started to shiver under the ice-cold air conditioning vent.

“Yes, I told her what I told you. This is something that is out of my hands to resolve. The bank will seize your home on Friday. It was all I could do to let you keep your truck,” He answered wistfully.

“So all our work turning tricks was for nothing?” Jamie’s voice cracked in sadness. “We lose the house?”

“I should think not, young lady. From what your mother told me, you both seemed to have learned the value of working together. A lesson I would trade my vast fortune for my family to learn. That one lesson would prevent the seeds of backbiting and indiscretion, not to mention devious manipulation, to find fertile ground in which to grow,” Mr. Bitterman explained as he gave a glaring look at Cathy. Cathy looked like she could chew nails as she glared at her grandfather. There was obviously a silent interchange going on between them that neither Bill nor Jamie missed.

“I would think that you will need that money to find a new place, perhaps hire a bankruptcy attorney to fight any liens for student loans, IRS tax payments or any other debts you may have. I’d offer you my best attorney, but unfortunately it was my grandson Jarrod’s law firm and, as of today, he is no longer in business,” Mr. Bitterman continued regretfully.

“Please Sir. I would do anything.” Jamie really meant that and, given everything she had gone through in the last few weeks, there was nothing she was not prepared to do. She instantly realized how sexual her offer sounded and quickly added on “Perhaps you could give my dad or my mom a job?” because she was afraid of offending Mr. Bitterman.

“I wish I could, but after many years of running businesses I no longer make my money the old-fashioned way. I don’t have any factories or retail stores any longer. I make money on the money I already have. I know it sounds ludicrous, doesn’t it? People manage my accounts and use those investments to make me even richer.” Mr. Bitterman laughed but let it trail off when he saw the broken-hearted girl.

“I don’t mean to pry into your business but can you tell me why Cathy is dragging my rake through my den?” Bill seized the awkward pause to ask about the naked girl who had been such a persistent and controlling force in their lives.

“Well, it’s only YOUR den until Friday,” Mr. Bitterman laughed at his own joke before adding “Sorry, that was in poor taste. After I clean up Cathy’s mess here for all the trouble she has caused, I think I will send her to Eastman Academy for girls.”

Cathy instantly recognized the name even though the Taylors had never heard of it. Bill assumed it was some hoity-toity finishing school but judging from the gasp on Cathy’s face he knew there was something more to it.

“Tell him about Eastman Academy. I am sure you know all about the course of study there,” Bitterman instructed Cathy.

“Please don’t send me there, Sir! I will be good from now on, I promise!” Cathy winced.

“Oh nonsense, it was good enough for your mother, and it was good enough for my wife, God bless her soul. It is good enough for you if it was good enough for them,” Mr. Bitterman replied coldly.

“The Eastman Academy is a finishing school for girls run by the Freemasons,” Cathy explained.

Mr. Bitterman continued where she left off “It produces well behaved wives for Senators, wealthy business men, and powerful world leaders. Naturally, once they become wealthy and powerful, they in turn have bratty and unruly daughters so the expectation is that they send them to the academy to get straightened out and continue the cycle.

It is the obligation that if you marry a graduate of the academy, you will return the favor and send a legacy back.” He chuckled. “You’ve spent more than enough time on Mr. Taylor’s rake. How about you return it to him, Cathy?”

She looked at him incredulously as if wondering perhaps if an inheritance, even one the size of his enormous personal wealth, would be worth this humiliation. The answer came as she slid off the rake and, at his insistence, cleaned it off with her mouth.

“You see Eastman teaches girls to be submissive to the man and cater to his needs. She learns to cook, clean, run a household, and be a domestic goddess. She learns to entertain guests and move with class through the upper echelons at country clubs and expensive restaurants. However, they also teach the first year students how to behave sexually, to put the pleasure of their husband before their own and to clean their own messes.” Mr. Bitterman didn’t have to explain the metaphor as Cathy begrudgingly licked her own ass juices off the wooden rake before presenting it to Bill.

“Your mother did exceptionally well at taking orders and behaving herself and she would have made a fine mother had her first marriage not ended in divorce. Her current husband is a jellyfish with no grit or backbone. He is one of those liberal hippy types who thinks everything can be solved by passing more regulation and growing the government agencies into a nanny state. It is no small wonder that Cathy was able to supplant him as the man of the house and her mother, being naturally inclined to be obedient, just went along with it. Is that what happened dear-heart?” he asked his granddaughter.

“Yes Sir, there is a lot more to it than that, but as far as Mummy and Daddy, I suppose you are right. She didn’t object to the arrangement we’ve had,” Cathy admitted.

“I see how you could get away with this at home, but how were you able to apply this to the students at your high school?” Mr. Bitterman asked an increasingly uncomfortable Cathy. “You know it occurs to me that your daughter looked so much more submissive from the floor on her knees, Mr. Taylor. Cathy, be a dear and get down on your hands and knees like a puppy.”

Cathy slowly went to her knees and got into the position as instructed.

“It pains me to have to use vulgar displays like this to put someone in their place but I feel that Cathy is no stranger to people being placed in awkward positions.” Cathy said nothing at her Grandfather’s explanation of his feelings about putting her through this.

Jamie looked at her father. She was standing up and still naked while Bill was the only one remaining seated at his computer table. He was so defeated that he was losing his house that he wasn’t sure he still had the right to demand anything of his daughter.

“You should probably get on all fours too, my dear. I think misery loves company.” Mr. Bitterman intervened on Bill’s behalf and offered Jamie the instruction of what to do with herself that she seemed to be waiting for. She dutifully joined Cathy on all fours with palms down on the carpet but could not look over and meet Cathy’s gaze. Even as powerless as Cathy seemed, she still made Jamie uneasy.

“So, you were about to admit how you managed to carry off your escapade at school,” Bitterman reminded his granddaughter.

“There has been a cheerleader spirit club, the S-club for decades, Sir. It started as an official school function. A spirit girl is assigned to a Senior starting player. She makes banners for him, carries his books to his locker, brings him cookies. That sort of thing. Then a few enthusiastic girls who were willing to boost team spirits by having sex with the guy they got assigned started a new tradition, one of being a team slut. They established rules to join and initiations. Once you were in their circle you became one of the most popular girls in school. Over time, the club became more infamous and developed its own rituals and rules. My brothers were all high school jocks and they were all on the receiving end of the benefits of membership. They graduated while I was still a freshman but it was long enough for me to see how the S-club game was played.” Cathy swallowed hard to continue her story.

“I see, and then you usurped leadership and ran the club in the most twisted and demented fashion.” Mr. Bitterman had her measure.

“Yes sir, some girls wanted the popularity and wanted to join. The ones who were reluctant could be bribed or blackmailed. Jamie Taylor was such a goodie-goodie that I couldn’t find enough to interest or blackmail her to really do that but as you can see all things come to those who wait.”

“Disgusting, I am really disappointed in you Cathy. You will just love scrubbing the floor in Eastman Hall. You’ll do it much like you are, on your knees and naked as each girl finishes her gruel,” he warned. Mr. Bitterman was about to continue to extol the virtues of the elite finishing school and how it turned almost any young girl into a prized wife, if one had the personal backbone to keep her in line when Chris walked through his front door.

“Hidey Ho!” He waved and walked into the den. The sight of two naked female butts on the floor kneeling didn’t shock him in the slightest. “I recognize my sister’s caboose any place, but who is this other lovely..” Chris was about to ask when he approached and saw the stern face of Cathy Griffin attached to the other body. He noticed her strawberry blonde hair caked with dried bits of mud and her very red, puffy asshole sandwiched between those luscious ginger cheeks. He was instantly aroused. He had been developing a secret crush on her since she ran him around the Babies R Us weeks earlier.

“Hello Sir, yes laugh it up,” Cathy sounded particularly disappointed that Chris had joined the little group at the computer desk.

Mr. Bitterman offered his hand as he introduced himself to Chris. “I am sorry if my granddaughter’s behavior caused you any concern. I was just commending your father for taking charge of things around here. If I had done the same, perhaps Cathy would not have been so out of control.”

“Yeah, it is pretty cool.” Chris kicked his sister’s ass with his foot playfully. “They are a lot of trouble and it eats up a lot of my time to keep them under control and motivated but they are paying the bills,” he joked.

“Well, I can tell you are joking about the responsibility associated with the authority you now have,” Mr. Bitterman agreed and then added “But I am sorry to inform you that you probably won’t be able to pay ALL of the bills. You see, on Friday, the bank will seize your house.”

Bitterman briefly explained to a stunned Chris the same thing he had told Jamie and Bill earlier.

“So what are we going to do?” Chris asked his father.

“I don’t know,” Bill sounded like he had three weeks earlier when he was indecisive and lacking confidence.

“Could we live at Rahjid’s motel?” Chris asked his father.

“We can’t keep making your sister and mom work! They were trying to pay for my trip to the forum user’s group. Now we can’t even afford to put a roof over our heads,” Bill was all out of solutions and now he was in panic mode.

“I am sure you will figure something out,” Mr. Bitterman said as he removed a cell phone from his coat pocket and answered a call. “My driver is awaiting me outside. He has finished dropping off your guests. If you will excuse us?” Mr. Bitterman didn’t wait for a response as he began prodding his granddaughter to crawl through the living room of the Taylor house.

“I have to go out in the yard like this, Sir?” Cathy asked incredulously.

“Oh don’t be such a big BABY, something tells me the neighbors won’t be too awfully shocked. However, you may want to hustle once you hit the door. It’s quite a crawl from the door to the driveway,” He laughed and tipped a finger in salute to the Taylor family. Cathy mumbled to Chris in passing not to share this at school but was quickly whisked past him and out the door into the grassy lawn to crawl her way to her Grandfather’s limo.

“I am so sorry Jamie. I really fucked up bad,” Bill admitted to his daughter. “Why don’t you get some clothes out of the slut box and we’ll go pick up your mom? I am sorry these are all the clothes you have. I didn’t save anything a little more conservative but I promise we’ll use what money you earned to get you some proper panties and bras.”

Jamie stood up confused and bewildered by her father’s instructions. She didn’t want to believe this was happening. The feeling of losing the house was like when you realize something has been stolen from you and you want to check where you last saw it to make sure it’s really gone.

“Dad, why are you giving up? We have come so far.” Chris was completely confused as well. His dad’s confidence had gone out the window and now he was feeling it too.

“You don’t understand. Once we lose the house then we lose the computer, internet, access to clean showers, and all that. So how do I get a job and become a breadwinner if I am living out of my truck? Once we start to live at Rahjid’s motel, we’ll be just like any of those other people who cannot claw their way out of the mire they are in.

How can we expect your mom and sister to go through all this discipline and whore themselves out? It could take months for us to be able to afford a place and even longer for me to find a real job. You know this economy.”

“Yeah, I see your point, but then what do we do on Friday?” Chris asked.

“Look, I don’t know what we will do. All I know is that we aren’t going to the forum user’s group on Friday. That is completely off now. We have to be realistic. This has been a big adventure and all but it’s time to let your sister and mom off the hook and just buckle down.” Bill sounded completely uncertain and worried.

“Yeah, I guess you are right. I’ve felt somewhat guilty about how we’ve been treating them lately. We got our payback. I don’t think it’s fair. Let’s go get Mom.”

Jamie put on her clothes and the guys didn’t inspect her for the first time in weeks. She rode in the ‘hump’ between the men inside the truck cabin and was considerably grateful not having to ride tits down and ass up for the first time in weeks as well. They didn’t speak about what had just happened.Occasionally Bill nervously turned the radio on and off to quench the silence.

Meanwhile in Mr. Bitterman’s Limousine, after dropping off their passengers:

“You did very well, slut.” Mr. Bitterman said with his arms folded comfortably in the back of his limousine.

“Thank you Master, I live to be your obedient slut,” Cathy Griffin hungrily took the full measure of her grandfather’s hard cock into the back of her throat with the skilled practice of an accomplished street whore.

He tousled her strawberry-blonde locks with his fingers while she serviced his dick on her knees in front of him. She was still completely naked but now wearing a custom-made chrome collar with the word “Vixen” embossed into it.

“You are a very naughty little bitch, but you suck dick exactly like your grandmother,” Bitterman breathed out a satisfied moan while leaning back in his chair.

“I should. She taught me.” Cathy’s piercing eyes stared up at her Grandfather before returning to delicately cock worshipping the hairy balls of her grandfather, trainer, and master.

“Well, God bless her soul. That is one the old slut knew how to do well. Did I ever tell you of the time I dropped her off at the USO to suck every single serviceman before he shipped off to Vietnam that night?”

“Yes Master, on your wedding night” Cathy was lounging his balls and staring up at him lovingly.

“Yes, that is right. I was really a complete bastard back then. I had almost forgotten it was right after the reception in the Hamptons. It had been so enjoyable turning her from a wealthy, stuck up brat into a complete and utter whore right in front of her parents with them knowing I would inherit all of their money after they passed on.”

Cathy continued to slurp and suck. She had stuck a finger from her free hand down between her juicy pussy lips and began to quietly frig herself.

“I don’t think I told you that you could masturbate.” Mr. Bitterman noticed right away and goose bumps appeared on Cathy’s neck as her arousal grew and she could do nothing to relieve herself. She took her finger away from the forbidden fruit between her loins quickly.

“Please Master? I did so good today, did I not? I was a good vixen?” Cathy’s question was a pleading cry for a reassurance.

“For the most part that is true. The Taylor’s think that you engineered this entire thing with their house and will look to me to solve their little money problem and keep them from being homeless. Naturally, I will be reluctant and empathetic until I am sure they’ve reached rock bottom and then I will begin phase two.”

“What is phase two, Master?” Cathy pleaded with her grandfather as she kissed along the vein at the bottom of his semi-flaccid dick.

Bitterman yanked a handful of Cathy’s hair and she yelped. “You should know by now, my dear, that you will be told as much as you need to know, when you need to know it! Don’t think I forgot how poorly you did against the country girl in the backyard. Were you trying to lose that bet?” He continued to hold her hair for leverage while she serviced his dick.

“No sir! She was just really wiry and bony. I underestimated her strength. Please don’t punish me!” Her eyes pleaded for her grandfather’s mercy.

“Oh save the act, I know you love pain as much as your mother. You did a very convincing job of reluctantly accepting your cum-uppance at my hand. It was important to give the Taylor’s a sense that they are now out of danger, at least from you. However, I think you were a little too eager when you were told to shove that rake in your pussy, weren’t you?” Bitterman was in the habit of giving his granddaughter a compliment along with a backhanded judgment whenever he graded her performance. It seemed to drive the girl to try even harder for his unavailable complete acceptance.

“I was surprised that was all you made me do in the backyard. I was hoping you would let Delilah have control over me for a while, or even that little faggot Dave Stravosky,” Cathy purred while breathing heavy on the cock she had been caressing and loving on.

“Always thinking of your own perverse pleasures!” Bitterman pulled tighter on her hair he had bunched up in his fist. “Now that the country girl is on my radar screen, I want to test out her capacity for sadism. I could see it in her eyes she might have the same demented passions you do,” Bitterman looked very seriously at his granddaughter and added “You’ll have a round two with her now that you’ve introduced yourself to her. You will pretend to want payback and pull her slowly into your little S-club circle like all your little friends at school.”

Cathy seemed disappointed “With all your money and power, why do you move so slowly and not just operate more openly?”

“Face down, tits to the bottom of the limo, ass facing me!” Bitterman released her hair and ordered the girl to place her nose at the bottom of the limo so her pussy and ass were in his lap. She complied without hesitation knowing that he would begin pinching and twisting her clit as soon as she made it available to him.

“It is easy to just buy a whore. I could buy a hundred of them an afternoon like some Charlie Sheen. Cash or cocaine is a simple motivation for them. It is much more satisfying at my age to savor the slow descent of the purely innocent into debauchery and wicked perversions and, in the process, to own them completely. It is like sniffing a fine brandy before consuming it. You want it to last forever.”

“I understand that Master, but my brothers and I were never like that,” Cathy said from the uncomfortable position beneath her grandfather’s feet.

“I know. Your grandmother and I raised a family of slaves, dominants, and switches. They in turn raised their own kids the same way. Your mother was one of my best slaves. When I sold her to your father I thought he would make a suitable dominant but he turned out to be a jellyfish. It is just as well. I like to stretch his balls and make him watch when I fuck all of you. Speaking of which, Driver, where is the football player?”

The limo driver discretely remarked without looking behind him “I dropped him off with your grandson, Heath.”

“Ah yes, Heath will no doubt tell him he is a locksmith and can remove the ball stretcher but will ‘accidentally’ break the lock. Take us there and after I’ve let him worry for a bit, I’ll waltz in and act like his savior.”

“Do I have to continue to dominate him, Master?” Cathy asked while enduring Bitterman’s sharp fingernails digging into the sensitive skin around her asshole and pussy lips.

“You know I should probably start an Eastman Academy for girls and send you to it. You are too lippy!”

“That was a really clever lie about that place, Master. I would miss you if you sent me away!” she cooed.

“You would probably enjoy being abused and tossed around too much for me to have any satisfaction over sending you. To answer your question yes, you have to dominate the football player and all the people I tell you to. Don’t for one minute try to fool me. I know you enjoy humiliating and dominating them. It is important you remain an authority figure to them! Your continued dominance over that school will determine your future inheritance.” He slapped her ass and pulled her cheeks apart to spit directly on the red asshole. “Naturally, at first when we arrive to see the high school boy, I will appear to have you humbled and you my reluctant prisoner. After I leave and apparently have left you to your old ways, you will present David with his real options to serve, if he wants to continue to play football and not be a total laughing stock that is. I doubt you will have to try too hard. Just offer him your brother’s cock and tell him he has to do it. He is the kind that wants to only if he feels he has no choice. It helps him with his feelings of guilt and embarrassment. ”

“Like the Taylor girl?” Cathy asked

“Like both the Taylor women,” Bitterman responded.

“Wouldn’t you rather just pull his strings directly, Master?” Cathy groaned as he dug three fingers into her already sore asshole.

“Why would I when I can pull your strings and you can pull his?” he smiled.