The Family Feud IV

Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chris’s Journal: When an Angel Poops

**Note to reader: This is an excerpt of Chris’s journal from Wednesday approximately 10:30 pm from his perspective. The events take place after he has just finished punishing his mother - (suspense!). In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a ‘narrative’ story format.

CASH EARNINGS WEDNESDAY

WENDY: $385
JAMIE: $535

I had just finished punishing my mother in the most humiliating and painful way I could think of and was looking forward to a little break. I could definitely have gone for a Starbucks but out here on the poor side of town – 6 hour old gas station coffee is about the only thing you can get at this time of night.

I was smiling about the satisfying way I had just punished my mother and thinking I should probably journal all the details down because I would probably want to jack off to the mental image of what I put her through later. I would capture how she begged in front of the principal she had just fucked for forgiveness and then lapped up the cum that oozed out of her asshole in front of us all and then go into detail on the punishment itself.

It was really a three-alarm boner starter – and then I patted her on the butt and sent her sniffling into the night to suck cocks for money and she actually THANKED me for doing it to her.

It sucks that I am such a procrastinator though.

I bet it would have made a great read.

Lol, well I probably will never forget the look of embarrassment on Cow tit’s face and the fact that all three of us – Dad included really seemed to enjoy watching her struggle and apologize for her shortcomings. I love to pile on in punishments and make her run down all the many ways she fails – damn, that is hot.

I think it will fuel my fantasies for a while just thinking about her ass jiggling and tits bouncing and all the fun I had with her - I might make her repeat the punishment later tonight - I’ll have to see how I feel.

Anyway, I was just thinking about how I could really go for a decent Carmel Macchiatto Grande when I saw my sister walking into the parking lot. I could tell from her long lanky legs without even looking at that gorgeous face.

I savored the moment of watching her long blonde hair in the darkness as she shuffled somewhat bow-legged from the fucking she had been getting towards me. I could just see the words “I love black cock” on her shirt when I noticed her blue eyes were crying and her normally cheerful face was twisted in sadness.

“Aww Sis, your tears fuel my boner” I laughed. In the time I’ve been in charge she has been so rah-rah and optimistic that any time we’ve teased her to the point she cried it was kind of a victory for me. She always has a way of looking on the bright side and has stoically taken everything we could dish out her way – it makes it hard to enjoy humiliating her if she takes it so well.

At first Dad thought she was doing it as a tactic to make us get bored of heaping humiliations and degradations on her and mom- I knew better.

My sister is just one of those infernal optimists who sees the glass as totally full – even if it is full of cum.

This crying was not as satisfying because it wasn’t at my hands and my instinct was to actually hug her when she got close and I could see the tears run down her angelic face and perfectly upturned nose before dripping onto her cherry sweet lips.

“So what has you all hot and bothered, ass face?” I demanded in the parking lot of the motel. She sobbed some more and I told her “I will GIVE you something to cry about if you don’t suck it up and tell me the ENTIRE story right the fuck now!”

I’ve always wanted to say “I will GIVE you something to cry about” like an angry stepdad. I didn’t really mean it – or maybe I did. I sometimes can’t even tell when I am seriously being a dick and when I am just being a good disciplinarian – so far mom and sis seem to take most of everything I say as discipline instead of a joke.

My sister had managed to pull it together but her cheeks and nose were still red and her eye shadow dripped the loveliest lines down her face. “Now what’s a matter Honey Boo Boo? You got 99 problems and all of them are about to be dicks in your mouth.” I tried to lighten the mood a little but she only shifted uncomfortably and continued to shake.

“Fine, I can see you aren’t going to loosen up until I put you in your natural state – which is?” I asked.

My sister had never seemed so disturbed. It wasn’t what I was saying that bothered her – she usually took every sarcastic comment I made in stride. She stuttered ‘naked sir?” through chattering teeth.

“That’s right, dumb shit,” I laughed. She started to undress right in the center of the parking lot with uncertainty before I stopped her. “Don’t think I am feeling sorry for you by my letting you strip in the cabana. You’ll tell me everything even if mom comes in with a trick.”

Jamie brightened that I had not made her strip in the parking lot – as if this was at least a silver lining. I guess once you sink so low even a tiny comfort is still a comfort. I walked her into the cabana and made her strip quickly and get on her knees in front of me.

“Hold your tits a part and get on your knees. I want you to take a deep breath sis, and listen to me.” I could tell she was still very shaken from whatever had upset her and that upset me. I guess it is the big-brother gene – I could smack her ass and laugh at her but I found myself feeling like I didn’t want others to be able to do it. I wouldn’t call it possessive - it was more protective.

“A girl goes in for heart surgery and before she goes under she tells her boyfriend that she loves him,” I told my sister. “Her boyfriend says I love you more, much, much more. After the surgery the girl wakes up and only her father is by the bed,” I told her. “She asks where he was and the father asks if she knew who gave her the heart?”

My sister recoiled with a gasp in shock as I knew she would.

“Nah, I am just kidding, he just went to the toilet” I deliver the father’s punch line and my sister’s sad frown turns into a little bit of a grin. I would call it a grimace but I honestly don’t know what one of those is – it does sound cool though.

Now that she had calmed down and even chuckled a little she began to tell me the story of why she was crying. I made her start from the very first detail that led up to the exercise. “Time is money and your ass should be out hustling on the street – but I want to hear every little thing, sis” I insisted.

She told me about her first trick after leaving the Principal. He was a dirty old bum with whiskey breath in a dirty corduroy jacket and a black sailor’s hat. I made her describe how badly he stunk to me.

“Like dog shit?” I asked with a smile on my lips.

“Yes sir,” she answered.

“How do you know what dog shit smells like?” I laughed.

She looked down at the dirty carpet and admitted that she had to smell Roscoe’s poop outside in the yard all the time.

“Yeah, but did the old man smell EXACTLY like that, or just kind of like that? I mean could he have smelled like your poop?” I was just fucking with her but instinctively I knew that I was also helping her to calm down. If this dirty old man had brought my sister to tears it probably hadn’t been that bad of an ordeal and I was no longer worried about it.

“He smelled basically like dog shit, Sir” she corrected “Although, I am no expert on all kinds of different shit smells”

I pictured my sister pumping out a long brown turd on the lawn with the radiant sun on her back. In my mind, she had a nice long brown perfect sausage hanging from her ass – completely unbroken and smooth. There is something so amazingly hot about seeing a sweet and innocent looking blonde haired, blue eyed girl take a shit – it’s like watching an angel poop.

I didn’t pay attention to the rest of her story about the dirty old man – I was too busy with my own little dirty fantasy. It was something about him asking to sniff her panties for a dollar and her saying she didn’t have on panties and his cracked tooth smile when he found that out. I had regretted asking her to start from that early in the story because I wanted her to get to the part that made her cry – but I stuck to making her go over every little detail about what he fondled and how he fondled it in the darkened alleyway behind a dumpster.

It gave me a boner to imagine my sister down on her soft-white knees in a filthy alley sucking a dirty black cock – I can’t deny that.

“So this guy made you cry?”

“Oh no sir, that came after,” she had recovered from her tears – although I was inclined to consider spanking her to see if I could make her continue to cry I was really interested in hearing this story now. There might be something I could use to scare and humiliate her in new ways.

My sister had been trusting and sucked his cock without getting the money first. He didn’t have it and she found it hard to demand it of someone who lived in a cardboard box.

“You are crying because you know you will be punished for that?” I began immediately imagining Jamie’s tight little ass in the same torturous punishment I had devised for my mother – delicious.

“No sir, I mean I know I would be punished for that but that is not what made me cry,” She had calmed down and seemed accepting of the punishment that was in store for her. I would have preferred she be nervous and crying – but maybe had she seen her mother writhe in agony she would be a little more apprehensive.

“You also didn’t bring back a condom full of cum did you?” on one level I wanted to calm and reassure my sis, but I found myself unable to stop playing with her head and putting my sister back in her place.

“No sir, he pissed on me and took off the condom, which is when he decided to inform me he had no money anyway and would I mind if he paid me next Tuesday,” she answered innocently but didn’t make any attempt to address whether she should be punished or not for not getting the condom.

“What did you do when he didn’t pay?” I was more curious than I was interested.

“I couldn’t do anything, I wasn’t going to fight him, Sir” She seemed slightly defiant as if she was trying to infer that she wasn’t going to do it if ordered.

“That is okay, you will learn to get that money upfront. You will report to Rahjid after you are done telling me the story and apologize for not bringing his money and a full condom and then ask for punishment, understood?” my sister nodded to what I had said - prompting a swift kick to her flat-abdomen.

“You were asked a question by your Master, I am positive you know how to speak slut?” I was being a stickler just to play with my sister.

I enjoyed how her upper body snapped to attention and kept her shoulder’s back when reminded of her protocol and delivered a crisp “Yes Master” out of those angels lips on her face.

“Why do you think I didn’t gag your mouth-hole? If it is not sucking dicks, you are flapping those gums to tell some boring story about bums who made you cry,” I pretended to be disinterested in the story but I was really curious. I think on the outside of this journal – no one knows how long winded and detail oriented I truly am – and I like keeping their perceptions of me wrong.

“It wasn’t him that made me cry, but you said to start at the beginning Master, and that is what set this in motion?” My sister answered with a straight face and eyes staring straight ahead in deference to me as her Master- It was so hawt.

“Take my pants down, ass face” I ordered my sister to unbuckle my belt and stepped out of my jeans with my half-hard cock in her face. I could tell she thought my next order would be for her to suck it.

“You will keep your eyes painted on this cock that you worship,” I told her. “You will tell your story truthfully and not leave out one embarrassing or graphic detail. If I find out you lied you’ll be punished just like mom was and trust me when I say that you will regret it,” I demanded – but I knew my sister was truthful to a fault and that wouldn’t be a problem.

“Yes sir, I won’t leave anything out,” My sister wouldn’t just nod to my question again anytime soon.

“You get it hard and I will give you a little treat, but if it gets soft you will get punished,” I decided she needed a little motivation to keep my interest.

“Yes sir,” my sister acknowledged but me – but I could tell she was thinking about something she didn’t say from her tone.

“You have something to add, slut?” I chuckled –oblivious to what it might be.

“Well, just that may I suck your dick some when I tell the story? Some of it is bad,” she offered as if sucking my dick was to her advantage and not mine.

“You are greedy for cock,” I teased her and put my dick right up to her mouth – she obliged by opening wide for my cock and I plunged it in and she started to give it a tongue washing. “But, you don’t get any” I popped it out before she could get started. I was surprised to see a frustrated look on her face – it turned me on.

“None of your tricks to distract me and avoid punishments,” I gave her a slap across the face with my dick before finishing. “It would be too easy to get me hard that way,” I laughed and made her continue the story.

“A man in a white Mercedes Benz saw me in the alley way. He told me the bum’s name was sailor and to come over to his car because I wasn’t going to get paid no matter what I did. I leaned into his car window and he told me that he would give me fifty dollars just to sit and listen to him.” My sister continued the story.

I asked her if she did and she said that she was forbidden to accept fifty for just sitting but she could fuck him for that much. I smiled at how determined my sister looked and noticed that my dick got just a little bit stiffer at the mental image.

She told me how she got in his car and there was another girl in the back. “His name was Cash Money and she is called Goldie.” The way she described him – it was clear he was a pimp or thought he was. He was a 30 year old black man with a short goatee and from how she described him he looked a lot like Andre 3000 of Outkast.

Goldie was blonde with a lot of makeup and a smile that reminded my sister of an alligator – a lot of teeth and an evil grin. She had a tattoo that said “A Plus Life” on her shoulder and was dressed almost as slutty as Jamie.

My sister told me a little about the questions he asked of her. He asked about the dog collar around her neck.

“I remember when you asked me if you could have that collar,” I remembered how awkward it had been at the dog store when Jamie and Mom had walked around with matching pink rhinestone studded collars at first – and how now I couldn’t picture them NOT wearing them.

“He REALLY liked my shirt, Sir” Jamie smiled broadly – her nose slightly pink as the only sign she had ever been crying.

“I hope you said something cute?” I replied.

“Yes sir, I love all kinds of dick,” My sister admitted as if she had been kidding – but I had long since began to wonder how much of that was an act and how much my once goody-two shoes sister had embraced her role as house slut.

“He asked me if ‘anybody had got with me yet’, Sir” My sister continued her story.

“What does that mean?” I asked her.

She explained how he wouldn’t admit he was a pimp. He told her he was a manager and a producer but that he kept hinting that she should work for him –without coming right out and saying it.

“I hope you told him that your fat pussy belongs to me and Dad?” I chuckled.

“I also told him Rahjid and he mocked this motel and said it was for low-rent, dead end hookers who don’t know how to earn, Sir,” My sister told me that Goldie promised her “racks on racks”.

“What does racks on racks mean?” I laughed.

“I didn’t know at first either, but it means thousands on thousands,” I was amused picturing my sister who is the poster child for girl-next-door white girl from the suburbs in a car with a pimp and his bottom bitch asking them to explain their terms for her.

I think sometimes my imagination can do a better job of filling in the details than reality can.

“When I refused to work for him he had Goldie show me her tattoo about an A plus life and said that I could have one too.” Jamie seemed to grow a little more uncomfortable as she explained this part of the story. She never told me what an ‘A plus life’ was but I assumed it was part of the pimp’s hustle to convince naïve young street girls to work for him.

“They wouldn’t let me out of the car and at first Goldie held me down and then they stripped me naked in the backseat. He saw the tattoo on my Ass and said I would be perfect for him and they tried to make me smoke out of a glass pipe.”

“You resisted?” I was shocked – my submissive little sister had volunteered for every kind of abuse I could heap on her with a stoic lack of fear – but when it came to drugs she was completely resistant. We grew up in the age of D.A.R.E and all the propaganda that told us ‘Stranger Danger’ and to avoid drugs.

My sister told me she kicked and fought once they brought out the crack pipe and he burned her with it on her nipples.

I hadn’t even noticed. We spank, tease, twist and slap them so much that I had completely miss the purple welts under her perfect nipples. I made her show them to me and I inspected them. I wasn’t sure how long it might take for them to heal but I didn’t want my sister to freak out so I pretended it was no big deal.

Inside, I began to wonder if it was simply too dangerous for them to be on the streets and I started to feel really bad about putting her through this.

“So this is what made you cry?” I asked.

“Oh no sir,” My sister really surprised me. “You and Dad have been punishing my tits for so long that I just accepted the pain. I was worried they were going to keep doing it and I started to thrash around and scream until finally they let me out of the car. He called me a ‘crazy bitch’ when my heel accidentally scratched his face.

“How did you get your clothes back?” I asked.

“They threw me out with them, I laid on the sidewalk for a few minutes before I could get up and get dressed. I just pretended to be dead for a minute until they had gone on down the road.” My sister admitted.

“You are lazy, but I won’t punish you for that one,” My sister is actually very energetic but I like to tease her a little and she could tell I was kidding because she grinned.

“Lift your tits so I can see the pipe marks,” I insisted she show me the tits again. I can’t say why I was fascinated by the little scorch marks. I kept picturing a real crack whore and something about how slutty her tits looked abused like that made my dick stiffen up more. I was going to have to think of a reward for my sister if she kept going like this.

“I was getting dressed when I heard a car honk from the side of the road, sir” My sister continued the story while pulling her perfect peach mounds on her chest up and apart for me.

“I hope you didn’t waste time putting your clothes back on before seeing who it was?” I chuckled.

She nodded that she didn’t pull her skirt all the way up before turning around. “At first I thought it might be Cash Money and Goldie ready for round two, Sir” she seemed to be gathering her courage to finish the story. I wondered if the ordeal she described so far hadn’t broken her spirit what might have.

“It was Deacon Dan, Sir” it took me a minute to think of who that was. Deacon Dan was the youth pastor at a Church near our house. My mom used to take us back in grade school – back before her career took off. I can’t say that I wanted to continue going.

I used to be a thin kid before middle school. I was kind of popular in elementary school but like a lot of choices we make as a kid that define us later in life – I picked peanut butter and jelly sandwiches over athletics. I definitely wasn’t much of a Christian and so when mom stopped taking me to that and scouting – I didn’t complain a bit. I was happy to mope around and watch TV and play video games.

I only vaguely remembered the deacon. What I did remember was that he seemed like a man in his early 40’s who was always smiling and kind. He told me to ‘rap about my problems’ and when I recited the lyrics to ’99 problems but a bitch aint one’, he told me that he didn’t mean that kind of ‘rap’. I was only in 4^th grade so I had no idea he meant to discuss my problems – I think that was one of the first times I ever made a joke out of something serious.

“He recognized me right away and told me to get in the car, Sir” Jamie had been telling the story and I had not been listening. I thought she was upset that he remembered her from church.

“You are still worried about your precious reputation, whore?” I laughed. This is the same girl who ran almost completely naked on the half-time field of a high school football game.

“No it’s not that, he began to get mad Sir” Jamie described how enraged and disappointed the Deacon had been.

“Sounds a lot like Mrs. Waxerman,” I shrugged and added “You never see churches with free wi-fi, because no church wants to compete with an invisible power that actually works, lol” I laughed out loud at my own joke. “I hope you did white alert and played a long?”

“I did at first sir, but he quickly became angry and started driving wrecklessly as he shouted bible verses at me!” My sister’s blue eyes kind of became misty.

“Thou shalt not finger a titty, so said the lord unto the highest of the big titty bitches- Fallopians 4:20?” I laughed as I imitated a southern preacher delivering a bible verse.

“He demanded I remove my clothes and act like a true whore, and talk dirty to him,” Jamie told me as she described how he pulled off into a deserted construction site.

“Did you tell him how much it cost to play with you or give it away for free?” I was teasing my sister and smiling but she wasn’t smiling back this time. My dick had started to slip from almost hard to only semi-hard.

“Yes sir, I told him I would gladly get naked and suck his dick for twenty dollars and give him a hand job for ten. I told him I would do my best to talk dirty, Sir” she sounded like she was trying to convince me that she really had tried to please him and the tip of my dick started to throb a little – that was sexy.

“So did he pay?”

“No sir,” I was about to point out she would be punished by Rahjid for that transgression as well when she added “He pulled my skirt down and pulled my shirt up and started to play with my body. He kept asking if I liked it,”

I wanted to ask “Well did you?” but I could see that Jamie wasn’t seeing the humor in the situation right now. She had been touched and played with by a lot of guys tonight. I figured just because he was a trusted member of the church it was probably bothering her – like a betrayal of trust by an authority figure. My sister gives a lot more shit than I do about authority figures.

“I told him I didn’t mind it, but that I was going to be punished if I didn’t get paid,” she swallowed and paused for a moment. “That is when he completely lost it Sir, he started saying that the punishment had already begun, and that I would need a taste of hell on earth so that I knew to return to the path of the righteous and avoid eternal hell.”

“Sounds a lot like Mrs. Waxerman” my dick got hard remembering how kinky and twisted some of that crazy old lady’s punishments were. I was about to tell Jamie she had won the reward for getting me fully hard when she told me what happened next.

“Then he started slapping me hard in the face and across the chest,” My sister’s angelic voice admitting she was slapped around sustained my boner. “Then he revved up the car engine and gunned the car,” she stopped touching her tits and began to cry into her hands.

I stood there quietly while my sister sobbed – my perfect full boner had started to weaken. This kind of crying wasn’t as sexy as the other kind.

“And?” I don’t like to be kept in suspense. She can't leave me hanging like that! I needed the details! What kind of bastard does a set up for something intense and then doesn’t give details?

“I know I will be punished for not holding my tits apart Master,” My sister was past caring if she was punished or not – she openly wept. What did this guy do to her next? Had he raped her with a wiffle ball bat? Poured hot chili pepper on her asshole? What?

“What happened next?” I demanded. I had visions of a late night car wreck into a pile of gravel in a dark construction lot. The cops would find out Jamie had been in the car and we would be in a world of shit! I demanded she tell me what happened next – I can’t stand to be kept in suspense.

“He took me to what he called his church, but it was just a warehouse near the construction site,” She cried.

“And?” Damn, a part of me was hoping the Deacon had crashed and burned and my sister had crawled out of the wreckage to tell me that is why she had been crying.

I was looking at her face – it was so bright and yet so sad right now. She was like a blonde shampoo bottle filled with sunshine but right now she was so serious and it was eating me up inside.

“He pulled me out of the car naked and showed me to the drunks and bums at his church. He said it was a shelter but they were drinking and it was dark and disgusting in there. He stood me in front of them and told them my name is Jamie Taylor and I used to go to his Sunday school and look how the mighty have fallen – so innocent and yet I’ve allowed myself to become a disgusting tool of Satan, sir.”

“So basically he talks like Mrs. Waxerman?” I couldn’t see how after all of the things that Jamie had been through tonight these words would have been the ones to make her cry.

“He said that he had been kicked out of the church due to girls like me. The ones who pretend to be so sweet and innocent and then lie and accuse a priest of molesting them. He seemed so crazy Sir! He started to beat me in front of them, pulling on my piercings to show how under the clothes the teenage girl is a ravenous beast of satan who will tempt and tease and then if you show mortal failings- even once, you will fall from grace and lose everything.”

I could see that my sister’s eyes were starting to tear up just a little but I didn’t understand why the priest’s words affected her so much. She had heard all these things from Waxerman and I thought they just rolled off her back. It was her and mom who seemed to be playing a wicked form of Jenga where they each take turns laying on another plank of bullshit to see how far they could send the woman into a tizzy before it all toppled over.

Then again – maybe that was at my insistence. I totally get off on that sort of thing.

“They made me suck them all off, Sir” My sister cried.

“That is what has you all upset?” I was confused.

“No sir, I know you will have me punished for sucking six men and not getting paid or bringing back the cum,” she dried her eye slightly before returning her hands to pull her tits apart. She seemed so upset I almost wanted to allow her to sit on the bed – almost. I am not going to let up on the discipline the first time she cries! She would never respect me again.

Still – a part of me just wanted to give her a big reassuring hug (and the tip of my dick).

“He told me he lost his wife and daughter because of a girl like me and my lies about him, Sir” my sister’s voice cracked with emotion – she felt sorry for the perverted Deacon. I didn’t - he sounded like a dirty drunk.

“He had me kneel and suck each one of them off to show that girls me like are not to be respected. We deserve whatever hardship God sends our way, Master”. She sounded like she believed that she did deserve it.

“Deep down, do you feel that is true?” I felt like Doctor Phil offering some sage advice. I almost wanted to add “Because if so, you are on a slow train to stupidville and that dog won’t hunt,” in a backwoods accent like the TV psychologist.

“I don’t know, I am so confused Master?” she was balling now like a crybaby. I helped her off her knees and gave her a big bear hug. It felt good to have those perfectly ripe melons of hers pressed against my chest – but I knew she was getting something out of the hug too – and it was not perverted.

“So that is what this crying is about?” I wiped away her tears with my finger – tempted to taste them but I felt we were sharing a moment right then and I wasn’t going to spoil it with my sadism.

“Oh no Sir,” she corrected and still wrapped tightly in my arms said “Because I’ve sucked seven dicks, fought people, struggled and still after all of that I don’t have a dime to show for it. I failed to earn any money at all and you are all counting on me to pull my weight,” she balled.

That perfect little angel.

She was crying because she had disappointed us? Failed us? There was no way with a heart as golden and pure as hers that she could ever disappoint me but I couldn’t tell her that – not then.

“Shhhhhhhh,” I silenced her mewling with my finger to her lips. “It is going to be alright,” I encouraged her and she calmed down a bit.

“It is Sir?” her eyes widened hopefully. I couldn’t look directly into those blue pools of purity – If I did I wouldn’t be able to say what I said next.

“Sure, I am going to punish you the way I did mom, and then you are going to work until about 2 am sucking cocks and taking dick in all three holes to make up for the money you didn’t earn, and then you are going to beg Rahjid to punish you for the condoms and money you didn’t bring back. If you count Cash Money that is actually about 9 condoms and about 180 dollars you owe us - then if you are lucky I will string you up out behind the motel and you can do it all over again tomorrow.”

She was still in my arms and I thought I heard her murmur to herself quietly.

“What is that you said?” I pulled her chin up to look at me with my thumb.

“Thank you Sir,” and I thought I almost detected a smile cross her lips.

I never did find out how she escaped from Deacon Dan – I fucking hate it when someone tells you a story and leaves out details like that – they expect me to fill in the blanks from all the hints they dropped about it. My imagination works overtime trying to embellish and come up with a plausible explanation.