The Family Feud IV

Chapter Thirty-Nine
Jamie’s Journal: Not all who wander are lost

**Note to reader: This is an excerpt of Jamie’s journal from Wednesday approximately 11:30 pm from her perspective. The events take place as Jamie receives the same attitude adjustment her mom received. 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: $595

My respect for my mom increases every day this training continues. I don’t think she would win most people’s idea of “Mother of the Year” on principle – but she has my vote.

I had agreed to the same attitude adjustment my mom had just received. I could have held that position sitting against the wall all night – it barely caused a strain and was a good work out for my abs.

At first I thought they were joking when they showed me the mouse traps. I even suspected it would be something else when they blindfolded me - the old bait and switch to terrorize the piss out of me and then use something not quite as painful.

I was wrong.

Oh mother of god was I wrong.

The first time one of the mouse traps bit into me I nearly cried right then. It crushed my nipple between the metal spring and I had to move my arms to prop myself against the wall. I could feel tears rush out of my eyes as they made me wait for the second trap to be sprung on my other tit.

“Please Sir, nooooooooooo,” I squawked but my Brother and Dad were without mercy and I knew that. They popped more of the small mouse traps around my body. They were hanging from the sides of my stomach. I’m pretty lean and don’t have a ‘muffin top’ at all – but my brother likes to tease me and that is what he called it.

“Oh my Gawwwpppptthhhhhh” I managed to scream when they trapped my tongue with a tiny mouse trap and I could not close my mouth. I nearly choked as I spasmed.

“Did you remember to make your mother clean off the umbrella before she left?” I heard Dad say to Chris.

“No that lazy bitch totally forgot,” Chris removed the mouse trap from my tongue and shoved the cold steel end of an umbrella tip into my mouth “Clean it bitch, it’s your mom’s brown she left for you,” I didn’t taste anything but the stainless steel but he nearly gagged me with it. If I hadn’t become good at deep throating I am sure I would have vomited.

“Stick out your tongue,” Chris demanded. I was crying and snot was running down my nose – so I hesitated. He punched me in the abdomen and I immediately complied. –SNAP- a mouse trap was sprung back on my tongue.

Then I felt the umbrella being inserted up my ass as I squealed. “Oh shush, you take bigger dicks than this in your sleep, just enjoy it,” My dad said sarcastically while patting me on the thighs “Spread them” and he parted my slit.

I felt a dick enter me as I was pressed flat against the wall and stood up. I wasn’t sure if it was Chris or Dad or someone else entering me. It did not matter to me – but with the blindfold it made me wonder. After a few thrusts I could tell it must be Dad and not Chris from the hair on his chest and the size of his cock -Dad is a little smaller but thicker.

“You are too tight, relax that cunt.” Dad ordered as he fucked me hard against the wall and pulled my hands up over my head so that he had total control over me. I tried to do as he said but I was tight and sore and my entire body ached from the intense attitude adjustment. I resolved myself that if mom had done this – I could too!

“Here, bend her over the bed, and let’s row-boat her” Chris removed the painful trap from my tongue and the umbrella from my ass and they bent me over the bed. Then Dad got behind me and Chris got in front and they began to fuck me from both ends –pussy and mouth.

“Let’s switch positions,” Dad sounded frustrated and while treating me like a blow-up rag doll they just swapped positions.

“Were you in her Asshole or cunt?” Chris asked my Dad.

“Cunt,” Dad said as if it should be obvious while stuffing his hard dick into my open mouth.

“Okay, I am going in dry” Chris forced his dick into my ass with very little resistance – the butt plug had made me ready for just about anything.

Chris came first and he high fived dad over my back before pulling out after shooting his load into my asshole.

Dad finished a few minutes later on his own without saying a word and wiped his cock in my hair. I remained bent over the dirty mattress the way they had left me like a forgotten toy left out of its toy box.

“I was expecting her to pull a Jamie like Mom did and flop around like a fish out of water,” Chris was gasping for air as he sat on a chair.

“Yeah,” was all Dad, the man of few words added.

I felt like I had disappointed them by not giving them the performance they wanted to see. I hadn’t felt the primal rush of orgasm that prompted those kinds of displays and I knew it would not be genuine – especially now to pretend.

“What Should I do, Sirtth?” I finally asked with the cum still in my mouth as they left me there.

“Oh, go ahead and eat the cum in your mouth. Then squat on the floor and drip my cum out of your ass, then eat that and go dry off and clean up. You have five minutes to get dressed and out on the street making us some money,” Chris said like a spoiled brat listing off a wish list of impossible gifts to Santa Claus.

“Yes Master,” I swallowed the cum on my tongue and kneeled on the floor to let my brother’s cum drip slowly out of my ass for their amusement.

When Chris gained his breath back “Was that a good attitude adjustment?” he started to remove the mouse traps from my body and the blood felt great rushing back into my extremities – it had cut off my circulation.

“Yes Sir, it was” I said trying to silently push out the cum without farting. At the last minute I knew he would enjoy it anyway so I made a fripping sound as I forced air out of my cunt and asshole to move the process along and squirt the cum out of my blow hole.

As I suspected both Chris and Bill laughed when they heard the queefing.

“Your daughter’s fart chamber is locked and loaded,” Chris laughed and Dad smiled back.

“Get that cum out a little quicker or I am going to pack it back up there farther, understood?” Dad said.

“Yes Master, may I use my finger to help get it out?” I asked trying to be helpful.

“No you may not you fat cunt, you can blow it out your back door like your mom did,” Dad answered angrily.

I let out another series of petite little farts and once I was sure that I had dripped it all out I asked if I could eat it. I resisted the overwhelming urge to scrunch my nose at how gross it must have sounded to them and how disgusting I must have seemed.

“Yes, you can you little cum-slob,” Chris was luxuriating on the mattress now while he ate cherries and drank from one of those Capri-Sun envelopes of fruit punch. It reminded me of how long it had been since I had anything real to eat or drink but I said nothing – I just turned around and began to sip up the dirty cum from my ass.

As I was bent over, Dad slipped my license back up my ass. “Thank you Sir for returning my license to its rightful hole,” I looked up and acknowledged it but he didn’t even say you’re welcome. He just slapped me on the ass and told me to get dressed. He was spent and now that he had cum, he was wanting to relax. I think that with men, they go through bursts of intensity and then they need another period of quiet contemplation after they have sex or masturbate.

“I saw Big Mike’s tattoo parlor earlier Sir” I said while I stood up and started to put my clothes back on. “The guy from the fair,” I reminded them.

“Cool, we should get you a new tattoo that says ‘I talk too much and never shut up’,” Chris joked and I got the hint he didn’t want any small talk as I walked out the door without so much as a good luck or goodbye. I was surprised I had not received a full affirmation either- my mom seemed to thrive on those for motivation but I am not sure how I felt about them.

I guess they work.

I was still a little gun shy about walking the streets after what had just happened to me earlier tonight. My brother had made me painfully relive every moment of it for him and that had kept the thoughts of the dangers of the streets planted in my mind.

I knew most of the tricks just wanted to get serviced and drop a load and move on. I just had a run of bad luck I assumed. I wondered as I walked around the parking lot looking for a customer what had happened to Mr. Dragovich and what I would do when (if) I saw him in school. I hated to be kept in suspense – but in a way it turned me on and made me horny.

Then again – so many different stimulations could make me horny now. Even sitting with my legs closed because my labia was being elongated by that piercing made me wet or when cold air was directed on my body – it sent so many strange feelings that I’ve never had before to my brain’s pleasure center to process.

I walked back to the Cabana and knocked on the screen door. “Sirs I almost forgot,” I said to Dad and Chris who were lying around the room. “May I please clean my ass marks off the umbrella you fucked my ass with?” I said as sweetly as I could.

“You nasty, little cum gobbler, get in here and clean it off,” Chris said with a gleam in his eye. “If I were Willy Wonka I’d give you the Chocolate Factory right now for returning the everlasting gobstopper,” he smiled while I deep throated the end of the umbrella.

“Should I clean your cocks as well, Sir?” I asked back. I hadn’t stripped – although I thought I was supposed to upon entering the room.

“Oh always an ulterior motive with you, you love cock THAT much that you’d use any excuse to get in here and taste mine?” I knew Chris was kidding but in a way I wondered if I had volunteered for this on purpose. So much was happening so fast – and it was so confusing.

“You know me well Sir” I gave him a wintry smile in return while returning the umbrella to its place.

“Denied” he threw a dirty sock at my face and told me to “scram” so I returned to the streets to hunt down a paying customer.

I was able to turn a few tricks before the night was over and make about sixty dollars. Most of them were nice old men who just wanted a cute girl to lick their dicks and tell them how great they were – I obliged.

Each time I completed a trick I walked to Rahjid’s office and dropped a spent condom and the money in exchange for a dirty look from Rahjid’s wife and a curt ‘thank you berry much’ as she went back to vacantly staring into the darkness of the parking lot through the glass window.

My pussy was sore, my ass was sore, my tits were sore - my entire body was sore. I was bruised and wore out, my hair had been pulled, I had been burnt by a crack pipe and spanked and smacked –fucked up and down and sideways.

It had been a hard day of work and service but it would soon be over – only to start again tomorrow I was sure of that much.

I reported to the Cabana promptly at 2 a.m as I had been told. It was then that Mom and I were to be measured. I had seen Ronnie and Maya out on the street but I hadn’t run into Doris or Mom. I assumed they were busy fucking and sucking and hadn’t thought much about it.

When I got to the Cabana mom was already kneeling and naked on the floor in front of Dad, Chris and the Cop from earlier today. Even though it had been hours since I last saw him it felt like it had been ages.

“Hello Sirs, am I late?” I asked politely as I walked into the cabana.

“Get naked slut, and assume the position,” I didn’t know what position Chris was telling me but I took “first position” after I quickly removed my dirty cum-stained clothes and stood next to mom with my ass cheeks apart.

“Good girls,” Officer Mark remarked in his thick Boston accent.

“Your mom was just telling us the story of how she had to escape in the night with no clothes and no money and why we shouldn’t attach a dozen weights to her ass for lying to us,” Dad said.

Mom had her hands behind her head with her fingers interlaced together and it was clear she had been whipped on the back quite a bit.

She had told them that Deacon Dan had drove her to his make-shift half-way house and forced her to fuck all the bums that were there and then beat and whipped her. She had made an escape but had to leave her passport, clothes and money behind.

“So now are you too scared to walk the streets?” Dad asked my mom.

She thought about it hard. “No sir, the bruises and cuts will heal. I am committed to finishing what I agreed too. I just ask that Jamie have..”

“Who?” Dad slapped my mom’s tits with a flyswatter.

“Ass face not have to do this anymore. I think Deacon Dan intends to find her and do worse to her if he does. He told me so. He seems to think women are the reason his life is in such an upside down state.”

“Aren’t women the reason any one has to pay alimony and have their cock tied in a knot witt blue bah-lls?” Officer Mark was chewing gum while he spoke.

“Ass face, you ran into Deacon Dan tonight right?” Chris asked me.

“Yes sir,” I answered and he slapped my ass.

“Go ahead and elaborate,” he told me. That frustrated me because he had told me not to anticipate questions but I did as I was told.

I told them about how he recognized me from children’s church and had said that he was accused of molestation and lost his wife and kids. That he had taken me to the same place he took mom and I sucked them off and barely escaped.

“So you think it’s too dangerous for you out on the streets, Ass face?” Dad asked me.

“She didn’t even mention the pimp that tried to recruit her tonight,” Chris teased me and jabbed a finger hard into the muscle of my right butt cheek.

“It’s weird out there. There are a lot of strange requests but most of the guys just want to get off and not be hassled. I don’t mind doing it if mom is going to do it with me,” I said after making up my mind that that is how it would have to be.

“So if next Sunday you have a huge string of weights on your twat and tits and your mom is free of this, are you going to want to pussy out and stop?” Chris asked skeptically.

“That isn’t going to happen Sir, I am a good slut and I will be weight free before mom is,” I smiled impishly at him.

“Oh wipe your mouth,” Chris jabbed another finger in my ass “There is a little bullshit on the side of your mouth,” he laughed.

I wiped my mouth just in case he was serious and quickly returned my fingers to hold my ass cheeks apart.

“So dis is where I offer you the protection plan of the boys in blue,” Officer Mark said. “Your base is two hundred a night just so you don’t go downtown and have to sit the night in jail. You are paid up for tonight,” I didn’t handle any of the money but I assumed that Dad and Chris had paid for us.

“If you want special protection then it’s five hundred a night and a cop will check on them once an hour. They will suck a dick for the Officer and he’ll keep her safe – five hundred a piece. You know violence against women – it goes up and up, such a shame.” He seemed like he really didn’t care.

“That seems like a fair deal,” Dad extended his hand to agree to the price.

“Sir, I know the men of the house rule, but can we have a say?” I blurted out quickly. This was six hundred more dollars and I don’t know what mom earned but I would have barely earned enough to cover my protection money.

“You know I would not mind sucking the dicks of the officers for free if you wanted me too,” I started out – trying to keep my mind off the fact that I didn’t think most cops were that dirty and perverted. “However, I would rather you just say I don’t have to serve Deacon Dan or Cash Money even if they have money and we can fight back if we need too. We worked hard for this money and it won’t be much if we pay 1,000 a night in protection money, Can we just pay the two hundred Sir?”

My Dad seemed to think that over and then Chris answered for him “The dumb shit makes a lot of sense sometimes, I agree. If your guys see them on the street they can just ask for a BJ and they’ll suck them off with a condom for free but we’ll take the basic protection plan for now.” He extended his hand to shake Officer Mark’s hand.

“You may regret dat, but to each their own, have a good night ladies,” he tipped his hat and sauntered off to his patrol car.

“Good thinking skeet-bucket,” Chris complimented me and then squeezed one of my nipples hard.

“Thank you Sir,” I smiled sweetly back at him. I was quietly very proud of myself for standing up and saying what was right.

“Too bad you have to spend the night with a broom up your ass tied up outside,” the smile on Chris’s face told me he wasn’t joking at all. I did my level best not to act exasperated that after all this I would have to face that punishment.

“Yeah, you remember earlier today when you were sentenced to spend the night out there with your little white ass hanging out?” I did remember what Chris was saying and I told him so.

“Good, well Dad wants to take Mom home and fuck her brains out and then put her outside with your lover Roscoe tonight – so you are going to have to play hangman out there by yourself.” He laughed.

I wasn’t sure if I should envy mom or be afraid for her.

“You sure you don’t want to change your mind about working the streets now?” Chris laughed.

I started to open my mouth and he said “Too late,” and snapped one of the handcuffs he bought at the toy store around my wrist. “Carry this” he stuffed a can of Crisco shortening in my hand. Then he hustled me completely naked out into the parking lot without the least bit of concern for who saw – like he owned the place.

“Wow, what do I see appear but ten extra pounds of hips, thighs and rear,” Chris said to Doris who was hobbling in her busted mini-skirt to her own cabana.

“Chut up Chris, choo don’t know how bad I had it tonight, poppy” the busty and short little prostitute said in her thick new York accent. Her hair was tussled and she looked kind of a mess. She paid no attention to the fact I was following my brother completely naked with one handcuff on my wrist and carrying a can of Crisco.

My brother took me behind the cabanas where he had tied mom up the night before. The plastic ties were still in place but he cuffed me so that my hands were above my head and apart. “I could have left one hand uncuffed so you can masturbate all night, would you have liked that?”

I actually would have. I hated the fact that I did, more than the fact that he seemed to know I would have. It made me feel really dirty. “No sir, you can tie me up so that my hands aren’t tempted to mischief” I answered. It made me feel vindicated to say what I was supposed to say – even though it meant a night of being helpless and bound.

Then he cuffed my ankles to the wall. I was spread so that I was fully exposed to the elements and low enough to the ground that my head was waist level. He removed my license from my ass and had me clean it with my mouth. “I will keep this for safe keeping so you don’t lose yours like mom did.”

“You are lucky, I am going to grease up that pink fart box of yours,” he slathered the white lard in the Crisco can I had brought outside all over my asshole rim and all up inside it. “You sluts have been training to take it up the ass dry with just your own juices - but this broom is a little wider than you are used too, so I am being nice.” I couldn’t tell if that was sarcasm or he really felt this was a comfort.

Then as I expected, he took a broom handle and inserted it up my ass slowly at first until it was in a good six inches and hanging by itself. He pulled it a little to make sure it wouldn’t just fall out quickly. “This better be up here when someone comes to get you in the afternoon or you will regret it.”

“May I please take a shit before you leave me this way Sir?” I begged – I could feel the pressure mounting in my lower intestine as soon as the broom entered my ass.

“Hahaha, no hold it in, BUT you can piss all you want” he smacked my clit with his fingers to expose how wide it was for me in this position. “I like how I’ve got you tied up here, your head is right at waist level, your legs are spread as wide as they can go and your hands are up above you where you can’t do anything with them – basically sis you are fucked!” he chuckled.

“Here, I do have one thing to leave you with though,” he unzipped his pants and stuffed his hard dick in my mouth. “I’ve cum a bunch of times tonight. Let’s see if you can get me off one more time Sis”. I sucked his dick until it stiffened and used my teeth to nibble the edge under his cock head to get him off.

When I thought he was about to cum he pulled out and blew his cum all over my face. It wasn’t a lot but enough to get all over my eyes and nose.

“You look so cute, that button nose of yours,” he ‘booped’ my nose with his finger and then made me lick the finger clean.

He told me that Mom had said some local kids had kept her company while she waited to be taken down and he expected me to be just as amusing before he left me there with the cum to dry on my face. “Thanks for the nut sis” he laughed as he walked away.

I pictured him getting into a soft, warm, safe, and toasty bed at home and laughing about the stupid sister who chose to be treated this way before passing out.

Then there was nothing but silence and night air. I felt so disgusting and dirty being exposed like that and I felt so helpless and completely confused about my motivations. I also felt this naughty sort of twisted pleasure at my situation that I can’t quite explain but most of all I felt the tremendous need to go to the bathroom and also have my tits milked – they had become full again since earlier.

I found that after what was only ten minutes the gnats started buzzing around my face and I found my wrists and ankles falling asleep. I wondered how mom had handled it and wished I could pass out but I found it difficult to sleep.

I tried counting the cracks in the pavement below my feet. I was elevated just slightly off the ground. In the soft glow of the one street lamp I memorized all the weeds and ant hills and dirty little cracks in the walls around me. There was a small row of cabanas behind the ones in the parking lot that were obviously long term rentals. The people had strollers and tires and other junk on their front porches.

I tried not to think about what it will be like when I first get discovered in the morning. Instead, I just tried to will myself to sleep but I couldn’t. If I could pass out then the time strung up against the wall would pass quickly.

Unfortunately, that was not to be. I stared up at the moon and counted the stars. I listened to the wind blowing through my legs. I whistled and hummed and sang myself a little tune – but time just did not move faster for me.

I hated having all this time to think about what had happened to me tonight and the past few weeks. So many confusing thoughts and time to doubt and relive each decision I’ve made up to now.

To be honest, I hated the fact that my cunt was dripping wet and my nipples felt like they were going to explode like torpedoes anytime soon. I am sure I was wet in part because of how exposed I was – the very wind was eating me out.

I tried to think about Mr. Young from school – a handsome teacher I have long had a crush on. I tried to think about Bradley Jenkins – the older boy who I’ve had more than just a crush on but only recently met. Instead, my thoughts kept coming back to a neighbor of Mrs. Waxerman, the old man next door that I was introduced to by her niece when she was disciplining me.

I had only fallen asleep for a few moments when he stood in front of me. It was broad day light – “Doctor Hooker?” I asked.

“I thought I would find you here, do you want me to take you down?” the kindly college professor seemed concerned for my wellbeing. I had no idea how long I had been sleeping but it was bright daylight around me.

“No sir, if I am not found like this with a broom up my ass I will be punished,” I said kindly.

“My dear, I would imagine that the punishment IS being found like this with a broom up your ass, wouldn’t you say?” he chuckled in a good natured way.

“Yes, I suppose you are right, Sir” I said as he started to open my handcuffs and let me down.“I’ve got a problem Sir,” I said like a school girl with a crush on an older professor.

“Don’t be so modest my dear girl, I would imagine you have quite a few,” he smirked at his own implication that I had many problems.

“Yes well, I really need to be permitted to shit and to milk my tits before I explode, may I?” I asked.

“You think you need my permission to relieve yourself?” he smoked a pipe. I noticed he was dressed in one of those quintessential tweed jackets with the brown elbow pads that learned professors always wear in the movies.

“I think I do, yes sir, don’t I?” I asked him wistfully.

“Not all who wander are lost, my dear” he said with a wink after he touched his nose.

I started to ask him how he even found me and what he meant by that as I rubbed my wrists and ankles but felt no relief in them. He shushed me with a finger to my mouth and added “Life is a rollercoaster, it has its ups and downs but it is your choice to scream and enjoy the ride.”

I heard him make a choo-choo noise and call me Cherry. A name my father had given me at the county fair that he would never have known when we were goofing around.

That is when I woke up from the dream I was having – the doctor had never been there at all!

Two black boys were pulling my nipples and making choo-choo noises. It was daytime but I was still strung up to the cabana and spread wide open with the broom handle firmly up my ass.

It hadn’t felt like I had slept at all but obviously I had nodded off. I awoke with a headache and a stuffy nose. My face felt tight where the cum had dried on my nose and lips and my arms and legs were so sore from being stretched and tied against the wall.

It was still morning – I could feel the cool morning air and see the sunrise in the distance.

“She awake,” one of the boys said.

“No she aint, choo choo train be dreamin” he continued to pull on one boob while pushing the other like they were pedals and making a “Shuk-a-shuka-shuka-“ noise.

“I wish I was dreaming Sir,” I said and surprised him.

“Oh shit, she awake!” the boy made a funny face of surprise and released my boobs.

“Every morning a different white lady be out here, where that other one at?” he squinted at me skeptically.

“My mom is home I think, Sir” I knew he was talking about Mom.

“What you name is?” his voice was scratchy but cute.

I wanted to ask him to tell me his first. He didn’t seem to be the least bit surprised by how obscenely my legs were held wide open and what was up my ass. I felt like him and the Waxerman boys would probably have gotten along quite famously.

“My name is Ass Face, Sir” I felt so ridiculous admitting that to them out loud. They laughed and looked at each other.

“That aint you real name!” one of them demanded.

“No sir, it’s the name I go by now, what is your name?” I replied sweetly.

“This here is Tiontay and my name is Dante’,” the older one said. The one named Tiontay covered his face like he was embarrassed I knew his name.

“What is the matter, Sir?” I asked Tiontay graciously.

“Nuffin” he answered but then put his hands back over his mouth like he was scared and nervous.

“Can I ask why you have your fingers over your mouth then, Sir?” I laughed playfully.

“You look like Taylor Swiff,” he took his hands off his mouth just long enough to say that and put them back where they were.

“I’ve heard that before Sir,” I was actually flattered though. “I don’t suppose I look that much like her this morning, I must look like a wreck?” I knew my hair was all jacked up and my makeup had run down my face.

“What this on you face?” Dante poked at my nose.

I smiled at him and I wasn’t sure what to say. “That is a gift from my brother from last night Sir,” I smiled quietly. I know I am supposed to be explicit and not use euphemisms but I felt like that was the right answer here.

“That is pee?” Dante’ asked me – unwilling to accept my vague answer.

“Afraid not, no Sir” I smiled playfully.

“It says aseo público’ on your chest. That means you are a bathroom, right?” the boy spoke perfect Spanish – at least it sounded like perfect Spanish to me.

I wasn’t sure how to answer that. I decided to change the subject and ask “So you kept my mom company yesterday, Sir?”

“She won’t answer, she won’t answer!” Tiontay removed his hands from his face long enough to chant that twice and put them back to cover his mouth.

“Are you sure you want answers to the questions you are asking Sir?” I smiled impishly at them. I tried to flash them my eyes and give them the baby doll look so they might feel a little bit of empathy for having me over a barrel. “You kind of have me at a disadvantage here. As you can plainly see, I can’t really close my legs or cover myself and I am sure you’ve both had a good long look at me while you played train with me while I was asleep, Sir”

“You talk funny,” Tiontay announced with his hands covering his mouth like he was trying to hold the words in.

“Yes I do, Sir” I admitted but before I could finish I heard a woman yell something in Spanish. Dante’ took a swipe at one of my tits as if he were tagging me and the two boys ran off to the house that the yell came from.

After a few minutes Doris walked outside. She looked much different in the daylight. I hate to sound mean but if you have ever seen the actor Luis Guzman – she looked kind of like that but with a little less facial hair. The bags under her eyes were heavy and she grunted and belched as she walked. She didn’t have on her makeup or a wig and her hair was short, tight and curly in an afro. She wore a full body frock – I think they are called a Mu-mu she had obviously thrown on to walk outside and was still wearing her house slippers.

She looked me up and down “Oy Madre’” she laughed at me at first.

“You giving my boys lessons in pubic anatomy?” she put her hands on her waist. I wasn’t sure what ‘pubic anatomy’ was but I think she was making a joke. I could see Tiontay and Dante’ hiding in the doorway of the cabana watching me from a distance.

“I am afraid I’ve got no choice in the matter, Ma’am” I smiled.

“Your pimps really do a number on you girl, why you let them do you like this?” Doris’s saucy accent emerged and I realized she must be Puerto Rican or black or maybe a mix of both. “You really look like Chit, Puta”. Doris was sucking on a lollipop and she really didn’t seem like she cared all that much about the fact I was hanging completely naked and cuffed in front of her home.

Even though her words were sympathetic her tone was more impatient – like she was expected to express concern for me and she was doing her best.

“I am so sorry about this, Ma’am” I apologized anyway. I felt awful that her sons had just seen me spread wide from all angles and mauled my breasts while I slept naked in front of their house. I would expect anyone who saw a girl tied up in front of their house would call the police and think she needed rescuing. Doris stood there licking her dum-dum lollipop as if she was recovering from a hangover.

If she didn’t think I needed rescuing the only other thought that could cross any reasonable person’s mind is that I intentionally was showing myself off. I could imagine a mother’s rage that a flasher – even a female one was outside in front of her young sons exposing herself this way.

“Sorry to me? What for?” She seemed almost amused that I had apologized– how could she not be shocked by seeing me out here like this? I know as a hooker she has probably seen and heard a lot of things before – but I thought this wasn’t one of them.

“For being like this in front of your boys, Ma’am” I answered apologetically with a tone of concern that she didn’t realize what my apology was for.

“No hay de que amiga, I am naked around the house all the time Sister, it is not a big deal. I was more worried they would pull your tits off,” she laughed at her own joke and licked her sucker. “Do you want me to take this broom out of your caboose?” she reached down and felt the wooden handle of the broom.

“No please? I will be punished if they come to release me and the broom is gone, Ma’am” I had grown used to the feeling of the broom in my ass – it was also all that was keeping me from explosively taking a dump right there.

“Holy chit, that is F’d up, mommy. I would never let my pimp do me this way,” she had a black-eye and I could tell she was missing a tooth when I saw her in the light – but I couldn’t be sure if her pimp did that or someone else so I just nodded. “You can’t let your brother do you this way, get a new pimp, mommy”.

“Hey you lazy puta, what is wrong with a brother for a pimp?” a big Hispanic looking man emerged from inside their cabana wearing a white wife-beater and underwear as he stretched and yawned.

“Shut your mouth Hermano, you aren’t no pimp,” Doris dismissed the man on the porch with a shrug and a sordid look. “Get back inside and stop staring at this little chica,” she laughed.

“There aint no bacon or sausage biscuits, you want me to tie you up outside?” he was clearly kidding. He reacted to my being naked and handcuffed against the wall as if it were a practical joke the way someone might of if their neighbor’s house had just been toilet papered on Halloween night.

“Hector, You aint gonna do nothing,” she shot back at her brother. “Now get your fat Puerto Rican ass back in the house, and don’t let the boys back out here, they will mess with this little white girl,” she looked back at me as if she were sizing me up for something.

“Mommy, You want me to undo those handcuffs? They are the toy kind,” she appraised them disapprovingly. She was still shaking off her morning grogginess but I was still shocked with her lack of what I would consider a normal reaction to my situation.

“I would love it, Ma’am” I answered sincerely “But I will be in big trouble if my brother finds out I got down from here before I was supposed to,” I was questioning whether or not I really deserved to be in trouble though. I was the one who was earning money for the house and maybe they were going a bit too far with the Master and slave relationship. Then again it was morning and I could feel my stomach growling and my bowels ached from a night of having a broom shoved up my ass and I was frustrated.

My breasts ached and I could feel my milk starting to seep out on their own – they were so full that they felt like they were going to burst on their own. It was like being constantly teased and aroused and exhausted at the same time. My nipple piercings kept my nipples erect and stimulated with the feeling of a constant pinch but coupled with the throbbing, warm sensation of the milk ready to explode – it was like stimulation overload.

I was also very aware that I could not move my hand to itch my nose and I wanted to very badly.

“You sure I can’t get you something, I mean I feel kinda bad that you are out here like this?” once again Doris’s words were kind but her tone was insincere – as if she could only think of herself but she knew this is what she should say.

“You could itch my nose, Ma’am” I smiled politely hoping she would grant me this one simple kindness.

“Certainly sweet heart,” she reached up and rubbed my nose “like this?”

“The other side please,” I smiled politely – the itch was gone when she rubbed it but now a few new ones had sprung up. I am sure it was psychosomatic – your brain realizes you can’t itch and so it starts wanting to itch.

“Anywhere else need scratching?” she couldn’t help but sound a little lurid in how she asked that question but I thought she was being genuinely helpful.

“Actually, I hate to ask this but my left ass cheek, Ma’am” I asked and Doris complied.

“This tattoo is very nice, is this Big Mikey’s work?” she got close enough to my ass to smell it while she reached behind me and gave me a very satisfying rub and scratch all up and down the small of my back and both ass cheeks.

“Actually yes it is Ma’am” I brightened that his art work was so obvious. I hadn’t seen my tattoo except in photos but my mom’s was just like it. It had all these embellishments and fine shading around the words WHORE that must have been very distinctive and unique to his style of art.

“He did this for me,” she pulled her Mu-Mu frock down in the front so that I could see a tattoo just above her breast that said “A Plus Life”.

“What does that mean? I saw another girl with that tattoo, Ma’am” I asked. I couldn’t believe I was holding a morning conversation with this woman while I was cuffed naked to the wall in front of her house and a broom shoved deep into my ass.

“Oh yeah, Was it Goldie or Sierra?” she asked knowingly.

“I think it was Goldie, she was blonde and with a man in a white Mercedes, Ma’am” I answered while she nodded knowingly.

“Yep that is Cash Money, he was my pimp before Rahjid, but Rahjid don’t care about the game. He just wants money so he won’t pay for no tattoo to mark what is his, which suits me just fine,” Doris started to perk up a little as she took another lick of her sucker. “Excuse me Meda, I am all out of coffee and I am a little,” she yawned “tired in the morning.”

“I don’t mind at all, Ma’am” I answered politely. I was glad for the company and at that time I felt she was just holding an innocent conversation with me.

“Last night was really bad for me, I lost all my money,” she shook her head in disgust. She lightly fingered the piercing in my belly button absent mindedly as she spoke.

“Oh I am sorry to hear that, Ma’am” I said with genuine sympathy. I wasn’t sure why she suddenly changed the subject but my heart went out to her. “I know how hard it is to work for that money,” I added with a smile. My mom and I cope with some of our experiences by the fact we are both in this together and I thought that might not necessarily cheer her up that I knew where she was coming from – but maybe it was a form of consolation that she was not alone.

“I hate to ask this Mommy, but can you do me a flavor?” she sucked the lollipop and looked up at me and batted her eyes. I wasn’t sure why but I assumed that was the technique she used when talking to potential tricks. I observed that her eyes suddenly brightened whenever she was talking about her needs or herself and she became groggy when we went back on the topic of me.

“Favor?” I thought that is what she was asking.

“Yes, that is WHAT I said,” she knotted her brow as if I were intentionally being stupid.

“I don’t think I am in much of a position to do any favors,” I looked up at the wrist ties and down at the ones on my feet to show how helpless I was.

“I can’t help but notice that you have very full breasts,” she reached out casually and squeezed my nipple hard between her finger and thumb like I was a tomato in the grocery store she was checking for ripeness. Then she brought her finger back to her mouth and tasted it. “You pregnant?” she looked at me appraisingly.

“No Ma’am, but my mom and I have to pump ourselves on a regular schedule about 4 times a day because we are both lactating now and I am way past due to milk,” I admitted. I wanted to ask her how she lost all her money but she had already changed the subject.

“That is good, you see I am all out of Similac, you know baby formula and we don’t have money to go to J-mart and buy more, so I was wondering if you would not mind?” she stopped talking and I wasn’t sure what it was that she was asking me that I minded.

“Oy Puta, you are so stupid,” Doris made a sucking sound with her teeth in frustration. “Will you come down and

feed my babies for me and stop showing your perfect little punani off to everybody?” her tone was impatient – like I should have known what she was asking me and I was just out here wasting HER time.

“I am cuffed to the wall Ma’am until my brother or Master Rahjid comes and lets me down,” I started to think it might not be a bad idea if they brought the babies outside. My tits were about to explode and the milk is what nature intended for babies – it was far better they drank it than did without.

“Oopsie,” Doris reached up to my wrist and turned the safety-locking mechanism that allowed the handcuffs to pop right off and then did my other wrist while I shook my head not too. “Oh these cheap things pop right off, you are too stupid for not trying to get out sooner,” she chuckled without understanding I would be punished severely for this.

“You don’t understand Ma’am, I am supposed to remain like this and if I don’t I will get punished, can you cuff me back?” I had been bound up so that my head was about waist high and I was spread eagle with my legs and arms in all different directions – there was no way I could bind myself up again without help.

“Oh Mamacita, you are so fucking worried about every little thing. Come inside for a few minutes and give my babies a little drink and you can come back out here and my brother Hector will tie you back up out here before anyone is the wiser,” she laughed as if that should have been obvious to me. I am so uncomfortable with deception and sneaking around that I wanted to demand she tie me back up right then.

I thought about how Dad and Chris had said I should fight back if I was in trouble and try to escape. I wasn’t really in danger though - in fact Doris was trying to lead me into the safety of her house. I secretly wished someone with authority over me was around so they could tell me what to do here.

“Take the stick out of your ass, literally and come inside,” she laughed and pointed to the broom handle that was still a good six inches up my ass.

My instinct was to keep it up my ass. I know that sounds ridiculous but I am a rule follower by nature and I had agreed to all of this and a part of my nature was screaming at me to stick to what I was supposed to do. The logical side of me however was telling me to definitely get this long wooden tail out of my body and quickly.

“You can’t walk around in front of me and my sister’s kids like that,” she chuckled as if I should have known that is where the grey line of decency begins and ends in her house – with a broom shoved up one’s ass.

I smiled at her and reached behind myself with two hands and slowly pulled the broom that I had been impaled on out of my ass while we slowly walked up the steps to her cabana. She had a wooden porch on hers with an overhang to protect from the rain and that was filled with junk, old dirty toys and broken chairs and a mildewed table.

“Just set it over there,” she pointed to a spot on the porch and said “Unless you want to sweep up too” giggling innocently.

I looked at the broom once I had pulled it out of my ass completely. I was inclined to lick it with my mouth as I had spent the last few weeks cleaning every toy or cock that had been put inside of me. However, I looked at Doris and then back at the broom handle and made myself set it gingerly up against the wall. I didn’t see anything particularly gross on the handle except for a long trail of slime from the Crisco that was still gobbed all over my bare ass.

I knew I was going to have to tell Dad and Chris about this and would probably be punished for what I was doing and it made my skin crawl with concern that I wasn’t doing what I was supposed to do. I wished Doris could have left me well enough alone and these next few hours outside could have gone by uneventfully.

I followed Doris into her small one bedroom cabana. There was an immediate wave of laughter from the people inside. I didn’t expect to see so many people living in one room. “Don’t let them bother you, Chica” she shrugged.

“We’ve got more people living here than we do roaches,” She laughed as I stepped over a cockroach that was crawling on a dirty diaper that was on the floor. Once the initial laughing subsided I was able to take in my new surroundings.

The place was cluttered and dirty. There was the obvious smell of urine, poop and garlic from someone’s cooking.

There was a stack of dirty dishes in their kitchenette piled high.

I saw the two black boys from earlier and an older black girl in a pink nighty. She walked right up to me and declared “You nasty!” after sticking her finger in my face and confronting me.

I was told their names were Dante’, Tiontay and Janet. She didn’t seem to want a response from me once she said that to me and no one seemed surprised by her reaction.

Doris’s brother Hector was sitting at a cluttered folding table that had half-eaten plates of food, ashtrays and a couple cheap frosted glass candle holders with pictures of the Virgin Mary on them. Ronnie was sitting next to him – in the light of day she looked very wrinkled and toothless. She wasn’t wearing her wig either and had just a shock of nappy afro on top of her head while she puffed on a cigarette casually.

There were four other younger kids running around and playing tag in the house as if it was an open playground instead of a junk filled room stacked full of stuff that could easily come toppling down on anyone of them at any moment. They paid very little attention to the fact I was naked or if they did – they didn’t seem to be very surprised by it.

The bed was pushed off to the far side of the room so that you could only enter it from one side. It was clear that most of them must share this bed and it smelled heavily of urine. There was an old, grey haired, Mexican man staring at me silently from under the covers in the bed.

A black and white TV was playing loudly that no one seemed to be watching while a wall unit air conditioner rumbled on even louder – as if the two were having a battle to see what could be more annoying. They both elevated the noise level and seemed to add to the swirl of chaos sweeping through the tiny room.

I did not know what to do with my hands. I stood there awkwardly waiting to be told what to do next.

“Have a seat,” Doris told me casually but I didn’t see any chairs that weren’t covered in old magazines or dirty clothes.

“I shouldn’t be in here Ma’am, would you tie me back up outside please?” I begged. I know that sounded crazy but I actually preferred the quiet solitude and the illusion I was completely alone outside in the dirty alley behind the motel than I did standing amidst all this chaotic activity.

“What is your hurry?” Ronnie took a long drag from her cigarette and then asked “What did you do to piss your pimps off so bad they left you outside like that?” with the husky voice of a lifetime smoker.

The reason I was being punished had become a blur to me. “I didn’t make enough money, I think Ma’am” at least that was the reason for the broom up my ass anyway.

Ronnie just nodded knowingly as if that answer made sense to her.

“You want some Cherry kool-aid?” Dante’ asked me as he took a sip from a plastic tumbler.

“Yes sir, that would be nice” my lips were parched and I felt an embarrassing rumbling in my stomach (and bowels).

“Too bad, we aint got none, sucker.” Dante’ yelled and held the empty cup he had in his hands upside down to illustrate it had been empty. This caused everyone except for the quiet old man lying in the bed to laugh – This joke seemed to be one they told a lot to one another in one form or another.

I just pouted instinctively and that only seemed to make their laughter grow a little more intense.

“Hey, you know what I got you for Christmas this year, Tiontay?” Hector asked the younger boy.

Tiontay shook his head no.

“This dick in your mouth,” Hector said with a laugh and once again the family laughed as if this was a funny joke.

“You so nasty!” Janet declared of the older man in the chair without even looking up from whatever she was playing with on the floor.

“We don’t mean nothing about it,” Hector explained to me. “It is a running joke when someone asks you a question to say ‘this dick in your mouth’”.

“No, it is YOUR running joke, and it’s running late again, Hermano” Doris chided him and then looked at me as if she was waiting for me to sit down.

“Where should I sit, Ma’am?” I asked her.

“You can sit on this DICK IN YOUR MOUTH!” Doris’s face brightened and she laughed as if she had just ‘got me’ with her clever wit and I soon discovered that almost everyone there did that joke ad naseum for just about everything.

I didn’t understand at that point, I must have looked confused. Ronnie cleared away some old newspapers and an egg carton that still had one egg in it from a chair and asked me to sit down. The fact that I was completely naked didn’t seem to bother anyone in the house – if anything it made the guys – including the old man in the bed stare at me.

They didn’t throw the eggs in the garbage. Instead, the floor was the garbage and they just set them down next to an empty coffee can and a broken Game Cube controller.

“So you are going to feed my babies for me?” Doris quickly became serious again when she asked me – as if this was my obligation to her.

I was actually looking forward to using my milk to do something that would be maternal and constructive instead of just being tormented with them and embarrassed while I leaked. “Yes Ma’am, where are the babies?” there was only a closet and a bathroom in the cabana besides the main room and I wondered where they could be keeping them.

She yelled at the four younger kids and told the first two to each take a boob. They stopped playing and running around the room and descended on me like my sitting there naked was completely normal – to them it must be.

“This is better than seeing your flapjack titties popped out,” Hector laughed at Ronnie and she gave him a ‘watch it, sucker’ evil-eye stare.

“They don’t need to suck on my titty anyway,” Ronnie took a long drag from her smoke and coughed “too much nicotine in these old boobs of mine”.

I looked at Doris for reassurance but it was too late. Two of the boys latched onto my chest and began to suckle me hard. One of them put their knee in my crotch for leverage. They seemed WAY too old to be nursing and I didn’t understand at all.

“In Puerto Rico this is very normal, I think you take them off breast milk when they are three in the US” Doris explained. “Mommies over there put a little hot sauce on their nipples to prepare kids for all the spicy food.” She said with pride.

I didn’t fight what was happening but I was bitterly disturbed that one of the kids suckling me was biting and being rough with my breasts while they held my waist and kneed me in the crotch.

Ronnie slapped him on the butt “Don’t play rough now, those aren’t my titties you are biting into, be nice to the white girl!” but he didn’t stop nibbling and biting down at all and she didn’t continue scolding him.

I hate to admit that I was starting to not only get relieved that the pressure and swelling in my breasts was being relieved but this entire thing was intensely stimulating and I was getting wet from the mashing and gnawing on my tits.

“Look at her face, Hermano!” Doris noted the glow in my cheeks and how I must have looked overly stimulated with a smirking satisfaction.

“I am too busy looking at that pink punani dripping on the chair,” he added “This is way more fun than watching you or Ronnie sit there and feed them.”

She smacked him playfully and said “Yah, but we are used to it and it’s no big deal to us.”

“No, you don’t sit there naked and have perfect tits!” Hector disagreed jokingly “You just pop open your shirt and let one of your knee shooters out”.

I have to admit I would have been flattered at the notion my breasts were ‘perfect’, if I was not being mauled by a kid that was no older than the youngest of the Waxerman boys as he tried to climb up my lap like an aggressive puppy.

“Hey, I am not going to parade around naked just to amuse you. I get PAID to please, not to tease,” Doris answered him in her thick New York accent. She had started to file her fingernails after finding her own seat at the table as if to pass the time.

I started to squirm on the chair. The hard plastic I was sitting on was wet with my cunt juices – I am careful to refer to it as a cunt per the rules of my house. It isn’t that I naturally expect anyone to be reading my journal but in the back of my mind I just try to be compliant with the spirit of the rules in order to be true to myself.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had sat in an actual chair – had it been at high school? I’ve spent so much time on my knees and on the ground that it felt strangely constricting to be in this chair. It probably didn’t help that it was flimsy and cheap and the cold, stainless steel backing was pressing against my back and giving me goose bumps.

“God damn, save some for the rest of us” one of the girls tapped the boy who was suckling aggressively on the back and he ignored her.

“You watch your fucking language!” Doris smacked the girl lightly – completely oblivious to the irony of her own language.

The two boys pressed up against my chest for what felt like an hour but was probably only about five minutes and when they finished I was still leaking milk down my chest.

The final two kids replaced the boys who were suckling me and then they ran off around the room without so much as a thank you or a second glance.

Janet made it a point to register that we were all nasty and that booby milk was nasty and that I better remember to clean up after myself when we were all done. She sounded strangely like Ronnie – except younger. I assumed they were directly related.

Tiontay and Dante’ the two older boys who had been playing with me when I woke up would glance over at me and snicker but did not come over to where I was sitting.

I had a new emerging problem – not only did I desperately have to empty my bowels but I was completely wet and turned on from the suckling. I wanted desperately to masturbate or be touched and it made me feel so guilty that I was getting a charge out of what was happening to me.

I knew Chris had been very specific that one of the reasons the broom had been shoved up my ass was for the express purpose that I not shit. If he came and I didn’t have to go to the bathroom he would know that I went before he got there. Then again – I was going to tell him anyway.

“Ma’am, when this is all over, may I please shit and piss in your bathroom?” I had grown so used to being very explicit that it sounded very natural to me the way I asked permission. However, she looked at me like I was crazy for saying it like that and Hector just laughed.

“Is there somewhere else you would piss and shit, Chica?” Doris giggled in response. I knew it was rhetorical and didn’t want to say that I almost never got to use the toilet at all.

“Her and her nasty momma shit outside yesterday in the grass,” Janet spoke up accusingly as if tattle-telling on me.

Hector looked over at me with a vicious grin on his face and Doris just laughed.

“It’s true Ma’am,” when I spoke I gasped and spasmed from the intense orgasm that was passing through me when one of the girls who was suckling me caressed my neck accidentally in order to get better leverage and suckle my chest.

“That toilet broke again?” Ronnie asked me as if she already knew the answer was yes it was. It wasn’t though and I couldn’t just agree – it was not in my nature.

“No Ma’am, my brother doesn’t like me to have the privilege of using the toilet – he likes to keep me humble that way and it amuses him to watch us squat outside.” I admitted truthfully.

“I like how you think, and since he is not here you want to take a squat on our toilet seat and enjoy yourself?” that couldn’t be further from the truth. If the toilet seat was as nasty as the rest of the house I was probably safer to squat in a dusty field some place – however I was also not trying to get one over on my brother.

“No, I am going to tell my brother what I did today Ma’am. I would just ask to use the toilet because you might think it’s disgusting to see me do it outside or in a bowl or something.” I was murmuring because I felt a fresh wave of embarrassment trying to explain it to people who looked at me as if I were crazy.

“You are worried what we might think and you are sitting there masturbating yourself in a chair in front of everyone?” Doris said with disbelief while scrunching her nose in disgust at me. I was shocked – I pulled my finger out of myself. I had been finger fucking myself without realizing it – for how long I could not be sure. The final two kids were still suckling my chest and I never learned their names but they were much less aggressive than the first two boys.

“I am SO..SO sorry about that, I really am Ma’am” I apologized as quickly as I could. I could feel the red blushing emerging on my face that I had been so naughty.

“Hey don’t stop on our account, Hermano never does,” she teased me jokingly. The scrunched nose expression never left her face but her tone made it clear she thought it was no big deal.

Her brother looked hurt and said “Hey, I always handle my business UNDER the covers though!” with a smile that told me none of them really seemed upset with what I had done – like it was just a goofy joke.

“Yeah, but you get that jizz all over my leg when you are done,” Ronnie croaked in response with a slight smile. They seemed to make a joke out of everything. I think it is a good coping mechanism and maybe that is how they deal with things or maybe they just have an R-rated sense of humor.

“Then don’t sleep next to me if you don’t want it on your leg,” Hector was a big guy – built like Mr. Dragovich but he had a baby face.

“If I sleep next to Uncle Bobby all I hear is farting all god damned night, and the kids wriggle around too much for me to sleep down on their side,” Ronnie took a long puff of her cigarette. I could see just below Ronnie’s the outline of an ‘A-Plus life’ tattoo on her jet black, wrinkled skin through the folds of the skimpy tank top she was wearing. It did nothing to hide the fact that she really did have very flat breasts with huge, fat nipples.

“You can sleep next to me, Sis” Doris offered sweetly to Ronnie – but with a trace of sarcasm.

“Where do you think the god damned farting comes from? Not Uncle Bobby. YOU sleepin right next to his old ass.” She slapped her knee and took a drag of her cigarette before flicking the ash into an empty mountain dew can on the table because all the ash trays were full.

“If you think your brother would rather you pinch a loaf outside you can do that if you want,” I wish Doris hadn’t said that. I think Chris WOULD want me to do that instead of using a toilet – even a disgusting one like theirs. It would have been much easier if they had insisted I be polite and use their bathroom like everybody else- and by easier I mean far less humiliating to be reminded I am not like everybody else any longer.

“Look my sister is not a polite person- Her idea of being polite is to say please before she tells you to shut the fuck up,” Hector joked. “We are blunt people, we will tell you how it is. I don’t really understand what is going on with y’all but it’s kind of funny to watch,” he lit up a small cigar that he had been cutting up and repacking with what I think was marijuana.

“You horny motherfucker, you just like seeing her chucha winking at you,” Doris chided her brother and slapped his shoulder. I wasn’t sure what a ‘chucha’ was but given how she said it – I had a pretty good idea.

“That too,” he took a deep drag off the cigar and held it in – confirming to me that it must be weed. I have had almost no experience with it but I’ve seen guys behind the bleachers smoking it. We assumed they were there to watch the cheerleaders dance around – but in retrospect I think it may have just been a good place to smoke.

“How come she aint’ got hair on her chucha” one of the girls, who was still suckling me stopped long enough to ask. “You told me that when you grow older we can grow it!” the girl sounded like she was annoyed Doris may have lied to her.

“Mirar Algo, she shaves herself, can you not see the stubble?” Doris answered as if she were immediately impatient with such a stupid question. I wondered if Mirar Algo was the girl’s name but she said that to most of them – usually when pointing to a big mess they just made.

The girl stopped suckling long enough to have a hard look at the stubble between my legs – which seemed to be followed by the feeling everyone else was looking.

“Sorry Ma’am, I haven’t been allowed to shave since yesterday afternoon,” I murmured my apology to no one in particular.

“I won’t shave my cha cha for nobody!” Doris declared out loud as if she were just establishing a ground rule on what she will and won’t do – despite no one asking her to do that.

“Aint nobody got time for dat,” Ronnie’s throaty reply was dismissive. “I barely have time for my nails to be did.” She held up her very expensive looking multi-colored fingernails. They had tiny stars painted on them in glitter.

Doris compared her own perfectly coiffed nails and I realized how their priorities differ from even my own family. They had no money for food but they both had expensive nail jobs?

The girls who were suckling me took their final couple of puffs on my sore nipples and finished up. They stopped leaning against my naked chest and went back to running around with the other two kids.

“Can you pump a little more into a mason jar?” she held out a dirty mason jar without waiting for my response. I felt like I had been completely drained of milk but I was instantly reminded of the mason jar my mom made Dad and Chris masturbate themselves into. I felt obliged to agree considering what we had made the guys do when we were in charge of their lives.

I took the mason jar and asked if she had a breast pump.

“Sure we do, it is called your finger and thumb,” she laughed at me for being so gullible. The others at the table were quick to laugh at the joke.

“You don’t mind me sitting here like this and filling the mason jar this way?” I held the mason jar under one of my boobs and held one of my sore nipples between my fingers and thumbs while pressing down and pinching hard.

“Why should I care if the guys get boners looking at you? It’s no skin off my ass!” Doris didn’t even understand my question. She must have thought I was asking if they were jealous I was getting all the attention. She didn’t even realize I meant did she mind that everyone could actually see me do this highly embarrassing thing right in front of them – and that sort of answered my question of whether or not she minded indirectly.

I started to squeeze my nipples over the mason jar and a little bit of milk started to drip out into the jar. I have to admit that I know how to touch myself in a way that is far more pleasing than anyone else and I was probably smiling for that reason.

“Look at her play with those titties, she sure looks happy,” Ronnie observed. “I used to have perky tits like you, I was happy back then too” she admitted with a grin.

“Oh no Ma’am, I am not getting myself off on this,” I said – but I think even I didn’t believe myself fully.

“Right, you just smile when you play with your nipples because you always be smiling” Ronnie agreed sarcastically as if she did not believe me.

I felt a sudden jab from a wooden pole in my ass cheeks from between the back of the folding chair I was sitting in and I flinched and turned around.

“Tiontay! Stop messing with this white girl!!” Doris demanded. Tiontay and Dante’ had crawled behind me and then poked me with a little wooden dowel as a practical joke of some kind -they were both grinning sheepishly. She didn’t punish them or anything and they continued to sit directly behind me on the floor.

“What you trying to do – smell her ass or something?” Doris demanded of the boys.

“No Momma, we juss playing,” Dante’ answered innocently enough.

“What they be doing is being Nasty!” Janet said while twirling around the living room with a baton like some sort of ballerina. She was wearing a flimsy pink nightshirt that was pretty much see through only because her skin was so dark. She noticed I was looking at her and gave me an evil eye just like Ronnie. I assumed they must be directly related.

“It aint nasty, we juss be curious” Tiontay defended himself.

“Oh my gawd, Meda look you can’t be trying to look up her ass down there, why don’t you get a porno or check online or something?” Doris’s ‘motherly’ advice seemed practical but highly unusual. I couldn’t imagine a mom from Cherry Lawn Estates telling her son to do anything like that – but then this was not Cherry Lawn Estates.

“We aint got no fucking internet!” Dante’ swore back.

“That aint no reason to cuss, I am gonna kick you two in the ass! If you don’t get out from under there” she yelled back at them – but it was clear she had no intention to do that and they knew her bark was far worse than her bite.

“She don’t have anything down there you have never seen on me!”

“Hers looks a lot prettier than yours,” Dante said with a big grin on his face.

“What you looking at MY ass for anyway, huh?” she grinned and reached down to tickle him while pretending to be angry.

“I wasn’t but it’s too big to miss,” Dante’ said while covering his sides with his arms and smiling as Doris attacked his sides with her tickling – knowing she would redouble her efforts to get him after that cute joke.

“She don’t want you two sticking things up her butt while she tries to pump,” Doris said when she finally sat back in her chair and collected herself.

“Nuh-uh, she like things up her butt. She put a whole broom up there,” Tiontay replied defensively. He was right –there had been a broom up my ass and a fresh realization of how embarrassing it was to know they both were very well aware of how that looked washed over me.

“You are embarrassing her!” Doris defended me while I continued to try to pump my breasts over the mason jar. “Her pimp can do her that way, but honey you aint no pimp” she told her son.

“I am gonna be a pimp when I grow up!” Dante’ announced with a self-assured cockiness.

“Who you gonna pimp out? Not me, that’s for sure! I am getting out of the game when I am 35”. I thought Doris was much older than 35 and she probably was given the skeptical looks of the other adults at the table.

“Janet gonna be one of my hoes,” Dante’ said with confidence adding “For sure!”

“You too nasty to be MY pimp,” Janet said unexpectedly. I would have expected she dreamed of growing up to be a ballerina or a princess given how she twirled around the house with her baton. “I aint sharing my money with nobody!” she declared.

Ronnie gave her a reassuring nod of encouragement and then turned to me “Can you do both nipples at the same time honey?” she asked like a kindly, southern grandmother. “It’s taking too long and I won’t be able to get my beauty sleep with all the excitement over you being in here. We don’t get naked white girls very often,” she joked and hit her cigarette.

“I can’t hold the jar and milk both at the same time Ma’am,” I said trying to figure out how I could oblige her request.

“You guys aint got no babies to feed, so how do you do it home?” Ronnie asked me – seeming somewhat perturbed at the slow rate I was pumping the milk from one breast.

“We have a big, electric goat milker at home, but we are about to lose the house. That is why we live here now. When we are here my mom and I get on the floor and she milks me and I milk her into a bowl – with both hands” I admitted honestly.

I could see Hector’s face brighten at my admission and him shift uncomfortably in his chair that he was getting turned on.

“I could get on all fours and milk myself, but I think it would probably make the guys uncomfortable,” I felt so foolish even suggesting that. I was trying to be considerate given Doris had just told her sons to stop looking at me and the affect I was having on the males. I was sure even the nearly catatonic old man in the bed was following me intently with his eyes.

“Aint nobody mind - do what you have to do to get it done, sweet heart” Ronnie advised. I felt instantly aware that it had been my idea to get on all fours and that I wish I hadn’t suggested the humiliating position and could take it back. It felt far worse than being told to do it – to be given permission to do something I suggested like that. I felt very perverted and instantly aware as I stood up and got down on all fours that I was going to be fully exposed while I rested myself on my elbows so I could reach back up and tug and twerk my boobs over the mason jar I set on the ground.

“That doesn’t seem to work too well like that,” Hector laughed.

“Normally my mom milks me, and then we take turns,” I looked up and felt like the biggest dork on their floor this way. It seemed so awkward and disgusting and at the same time perverted to be on their floor like this – I kept expecting them to tell me to stop, that it was too over the top.

“Like a cow?” Dante’ asked excitedly. It was the tone of someone who suddenly had a breakthrough when they were guessing the right answer on a crossword puzzle or TV game show.

“Yes Sir, just like that actually,” I turned my head to look over at him and his brother and give him a nod of acknowledgement. He was absolutely right. “My mom is even called ‘Cow tits’ because hers are much bigger than mine and give more milk.” I said with a smile. The fact that these people used humor all the time made it easy for me to joke about the circumstances of my own life.

“Can I do it?” Dante’ asked loudly.

“No, let me do it!” his brother Tiontay asked and some of the other kids crowed in their desire to milk me like a cow, while the ones who were first to ask started saying they had asked first and that entitled them to do it.

“Let you milk me?” I was shocked they were bold enough to ask that right in front of the adults.

“Why not? You let everybody else get right up and kiss it?” Dante’ said with a snarl of resentment for his younger siblings’ good fortune.

“That was to breast feed, and you used to breast feed all the time, poppy!” Doris reminded him. “You can each take a boob on either side,” she instructed them. I looked up at her, surprised with the ease at which she made that decision and she asked me “Unless she minds?”

I couldn’t think of a pressing reason I should say I minded – given the circumstances. I nodded that I didn’t mind and before I knew it the hands of the two little black boys were around my nipples tugging and pulling my increasingly sore nipples the same way I had been doing while I held myself up flat on the palms of my hands.

A few minutes passed and the house actually seemed to go back to a relative state of normal – which was controlled chaos. The boys periodically had to fend off a younger kid asking if they could have a turn and them saying “Momma didn’t say you could” and continuing to milk me into the bottle.

It was steadily filling up with my milk and I was about to thank them for being so considerate to me - since they weren’t hurting me.

“Hey now,” Doris set down her cup of coffee and scolded them. I looked up just in time to see that Tiontay was holding a crayon behind my ass. “No putting crayons in the white girl’s ass crack,” she almost laughed at how silly it sounded but held up a finger to punctuate her command.

“But cows have tails!” Tiontay pleaded.

“How you know? you aint never seen a cow!” Janet’s ever watch-ful big sister eye had observed the same thing and she scolded Tiontay.

“I watch Cow and Chicken on TV – she post’ to have a tail!” the boy insisted.

“Tiontay I did not RAISE you to be that nasty!” Doris demanded and Janet approvingly nodded. “You ASK before you try to put a tail up someone’s ass like that”. I could see even Janet was surprised by that response –but everyone else either smiled or in the boy’s case they just nodded.

“Please may I do you a tail?” Tiontay’s eyes pleaded with me.

“Well, I am almost finished I think. You are doing a good job with being a farmer,” I told him reassuringly – unsure how to even reply to his question. It seemed like such an impossible situation that I could not fathom how to talk to him about it.

“Cow say moo!” he insisted and then said “One moo for yes and two moo for no!”

I had to smile at how easily he could suspend disbelief and pretend something. I assumed they were pretty poor and didn’t have a lot of outlets for their creativity so they had to play make-up pretend games the way they had with me being a choo-choo outside. I knew when I was little that a game of pretend had certain rules and as long as all the kids believed them – that was the way it was supposed to work. If you point a finger at someone and say ‘bang’ they are supposed to fall over and you can argue all afternoon about it if they don’t.

“Moooooooo,” I indulged him. I left the milky mason jar behind and started to crawl towards the door and scratch at it. They opened the door and looked outside. I had to evacuate myself if they were going to give me a tail – I couldn’t hold it any longer.

I saw there was no one standing around in the dirty back row behind the motel. It was obviously hotter than it had been earlier. “Mooooooo, need to go poooooooooo” I took a little liberty with the rules of pretend and they seemed to accept the premise that it was allowable under the game rules. I smiled and crawled off the patio to a small pile of dirt by the side of their house. It looked like they had been digging there and I wanted to find a suitable hole.

If I hadn’t spent weeks crawling – the rocky dirt would have torn up my knees but I was surprisingly ready for the rough terrain. I held my fingers over my nose as most of the kids from the house stood outside watching and said “Pewwwwwwwwww” and waved my hand trying to warn them it was going to stink –to suggest they not watch.

They just laughed and continued to stand out there.

I turned myself to face them so that my butt was facing the other way over a hole. I released a tiny fart in anticipation of what I was about to do and began a stream of yellow piss.

This resulted in much more laughter and most of them changing sides so they could get a rear view. I realized it was futile to rotate because a few of them were still looking directly at my face and would now get a bird’s eye view.

It wasn’t intentional on my part but in trying to force myself to shit I ripped a big stinky fart- the kind that would make Chris burst into laughter. It had the exact same effect on these kids – who found it to be infinitely hilarious.

I smiled at them as politely as I could but inside I was feeling a whole new wave of humiliation. This was even different than the Waxerman boys – in part because there were so many more of them and they all seemed to be running around chaotically. I could feel my asshole part slightly and the first bit of a turd emerge.

That was when the laughter REALLY began and the words “Doo-doo” and “Ewwwwwwwww” started to flow. Those words did not stop until I finished dropping two full turds in the dirty hole and a lot of my own urine.

“That was my secret base!” Tiontay sounded completely devastated when he realized what hole in his dirt mound I had used and the others laughed at his misfortune much the same way they laughed at mine.

“Moo,” I said as if to say “Mistakes happen” and shrugged – that seemed to bring more laughter towards Tiontay than me as he pouted. I felt somewhat vindicated as I smiled and crawled back to the patio. I brushed up against the broom and said “Moooooooooo” and then added “Taillllllllllll”.

Dante’ and Tiontay weren’t the smartest kids – but they instantly got that I was suggesting they return my broom where it belonged. I reasoned that if I was going to be tailed – I might as well ask for what I had when I got here.

“She aint even going to wipe her behind?” Janet observed with disgust “That nasty!”.

“You don’t wipe yours either,” Tiontay snapped back at Janet.

“Shut up, boy!” Janet declared while making a ‘shick-aw’ sound with her teeth. “Why you be looking?” she asked him with a tone that suggested she knew she had just been caught.

I didn’t hear the answer – I felt the broom slam into my cunt. There was not an ounce of mercy as Dante’ drove it in and I mooed in pain and shook my head no while he tried to lodge it into me that way. I thought he was going to drive it into my stomach by how hard he was putting it in.

I guided it back out and up to my asshole for him and mooed softly.

“She want it in her booty!” Tiontay was very happy and I nodded that I did. I was used to it being lodged about six inches up my ass from the night before but I was tight again. I needed to work it in slowly without Crisco and I wasn’t sure how to ask as a Cow.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a dog, not a cow?”

I heard a familiar voice walking from behind the front row of cabanas and everyone froze in place.