Chapter One Hundred-Two

It Felt Like An Unceasing Barrage of Balls To The Face

“Oh my god, that is not fair, Sir!” Mom said without losing her breath while we jumped and Odd-Jobs went over the rules of his challenge. I wanted to tell her that life wasn’t fair but I could barely keep up with the pace of her jumping jacks!

I suppose stripping at the club had agreed with her because she was in great shape. She said it was “just like a Pilates class at the Loop,” which was a fancy shopping center.

“That’s a fancy shopping center in our home town for those of you who are used to shopping second hand at J-mart,” I looked scornful as I clapped my hands over my head in time with my mother’s jumping jacks.

“Life isn’t fair, being a bitch isn’t fair and you and your snotty daughter owe these people and everyone else out here a laugh and some excitement – for wasting their time with your stupidity and spoiled attitude,” Odd-Jobs turned to the rednecks and told them in a country accent of his own, “I swear – that woman takes two minutes to make one bowl of minute rice!”

The redneck family were absolutely giddy with excitement over delivering a ‘hillbilly reckoning’ on the ‘two fancy-liberal rich-bitch elites’ and were more than happy to deliver whatever punishment Odd-Jobs had come up with when my brother came walking over to see what was going on.

“More jiggle and giggle – less bitch and witch,” Odd-Jobs demanded of us.

I saw mom flinch when she saw Conner, but then quickly recovered and acted like his presence didn’t freak her the fuck out.

“What’s going on here?” Conner asked to no one in particular and when I started to answer the redneck father interrupted me.

“Now who is this fancy, little shit? He should have to take his pants down too and get a taste of this here ‘down home’ medicine,” he was holding a tennis racket and I had the distinct impression he was going to either spank us with it or hit those balls at us as hard as he could – either way I knew I was in for a beating. “We got something to cure snotty attitudes,” he swung the racket through the air menacingly and twisted his cruel mouth.

“Actually, my brother is the one who tried to talk us OUT of being such snobs – he held down a paper route in the rain every day to make some money when our trust fund ran out!” I stood up for him while lying through my teeth to make him out to be a sensible saint surrounded by frivolous girls.

“Well, Lawdee-fucking daw, do a real day of man’s work and then we’ll talk,” the redneck laughed and the rowdy guys around him laughed a little harder. We had drawn enough attention to our little show in the corner that all eyes were on our bare-bodies performing jumping jacks.

The anticipation in knowing what our punishment actually would be was killing me! In turn, my nipples grew increasingly erect and I became impossibly aroused, despite the discomfort I was experiencing.

I could see my brother was going to say something but my mom spoke up before he could. “Conner – is the one who took my pain pills and 20 year old scotch when I was too blitzed to make breakfast and cook for the family – and he has been holding down a job doing construction with Odd-Jobs,” she stood up for my brother as well with yet another lie out of left field.

“You are Odd-Jobs?” the redneck looked surprised as he recognized O.J. finally when my mom mentioned his name. It was the kind of recognition one gives when you meet a minor celebrity in person and you thought he was just a normal guy, right until that moment.

“One and thesame – but don’t let my fans know. These sluts ran up a huge bill here, broke the toilet; and, as a favor to my son, I said I’d try to teach them manners. If it wasn’t for you, I don’t think I could,” O.J. laid on the nice guy routine extra thick. The same nice guy who had offered me a ride when I lost my clothes at the Buckman Quarry a week ago.

I suppose the trailer park was so big and vast – not everyone knew what he looked like, but they had obviously heard of him.

“Well shit, I am kind of flattered you’d let me help,” the redneck dad was beside himself having met what constituted a celebrity of sorts at the Buckman. He took a swig from his beer “You know – I been meaning to talk to you about my air-conditioner. It makes sort of a rat-a-tat sound when it comes on and I can’t figure out what it is,” he admitted.

“That could be a loose screw,” O.J. refocused him on the ministration of our punishment and told him he’d have someone come look at it. He neglected to ask what street and lot number – but I think he had no intention of sending someone anyway.

The father was satisfied with the answer and grinned evilly while staring at my mother and I bouncing our tits for him. “You ain’t gonna mind if we punish your momma and your big sister are ya?” the redneck teased my brother as if Conner might feel sorry for us.

“They need to learn to behave themselves – and at least they are willing to try. I noticed they haven’t been calling you Sir every time though, and I don’t think that’s right. What did you have in mind?” Conner asked as if he was talking to his best friend about what Pokemon game was best for the Nintendo DS.

“We get ten balls each. All we have to do is hit them three times each while they are jumping and we get our money back,” the redneck grinned at how easy that sounded. It did sound deceptively easy.

We could pretend the spanking didn’t bother us – but how could we fake not getting hit by a tennis ball?

“No offense, but that doesn’t sound like much of a lesson,” Conner took his time – letting me bounce naked in the sun by the wall while he remained skeptical this challenge was sufficient to change our attitude.” You tried spanking them?”

“Yeah, and their asses are as hard as their heads,” the redneck mom repeated something O.J. had said earlier and her sons giggled. Conner had probably noticed our getting spanked – but I think he was pretending to go over a checklist in his head of standard ideas in keeping womenfolk in line.

“Yeah, but did you spank them on the bare tits?” Conner instantly earned the respect of the two boys who laughed at the word tits and the father rubbed his scruffy jaw as he nodded he hadn’t.

“Well, how about we do this then – I’ll throw in a hundred dollars to take with you if you can manage it,” Conner offered. You could talk about a nice even dollar amount in grifts ONLY if you were offering it but not asking for any.

I could see the man was skeptical that there was a new wrinkle to what he considered an easy bet. He might have dismissed it entirely if he hadn’t taken the bait to walk away with a hundred dollars.

“Connn-ner, don’t make this any harder than it has to be!” I whined like a petulant child and Conner told me to “Stop.”

“Just stop,” he said again and I stopped jumping jacks and felt the blood rush to my head as my brother smacked down hard on my tits and caused them to wobble. There was uproarious laughter as he instructed, “Start – start jumping again.”

This was all the man needed to believe Conner was on his side and his skepticism faded – our grift was working.

“First of all – let’s make sure every throw is a hit, okay?” he walked to the man, took the ball and threw it at me. It missed by a long-shot. My brother wasn’t known for his athleticism. He played it off “See – that’s no fun, a miss? You throw until you hit all ten times,” the man liked what he heard.

He said all we have to do is catch the ball once between our legs, between our tits or in our mouth.

“Conner! Sir! That is impossible!” I truly believed that would not be possible and it wasn’t hard to act skeptical it wouldn’t be a very fair game. Conner chucked another wide throw at me, “They’ll fetch the balls and bring them back until every one of you has tagged them 10 times,” he explained without addressing my concerns.

“Can we throw it right at their head?” Griff asked with that “conmused” expression that reminded me of a young but naïve supervillain gloating over how he was going to tie up the super-spy who stumbled into his lair.

“Yeah of course,” Conner said.

“What is the catch?” the redneck dad seemed skeptical. Conner was going to give him a hundred dollars and make the bet even easier to win, and let him land 10 tennis balls as hard as he wanted, anywhere he wanted, on our bodies.

“Is this going to teach them to behave themselves?” Griff asked and the father dismissed the question to repeat his own.

“It’s going to teach them to behave – they are already behaving. You two learning your lesson?” he asked as we continued jumping in time to the beat of the music.

“Kinda Sir!” we answered half-heartedly. Mom was either a natural at this – or just very good at improvisation.

“You going to disrespect your betters, and flaunt your snotty asses around in fancy swimsuits?” Conner asked.

“No Sir,” I groaned as a horse-fly flew around my face and sweat poured down my forehead.

“Somehow I don’t believe you – but it’s a start. It’s worth a hundred to me if you can straighten them out, I’d pay two hundred if you could and pay off whatever you owe Odd-Jobs!” Conner’s natural youth made him seem naïve and honestly I wasn’t sure where he was going with this. It was a new grift for me as well.

“Two hundred?” the redneck father was interested – very interested. His wife glared at him because they had already lost money to Odd-Jobs but he glared back, “It’s my money – I earned it, you didn’t.”

“You wouldn’t do it – it’s too cruel and I don’t have the heart to require it of them. I have to live with these two bitches when we go home and hear all the complaining,” Conner said.

“What is IT?” the redneck mother insisted he tell them – now curious herself.

All the while, we were jiggling and doing jumping jacks while the audience at the pool increased. Giggles, laughs, cat-calls, and dirty jokes drowned out the insults. I heard one guy though distinctly say, “I like the young girl, but the older one has a purtier face!” and I wasn’t even sure which of us that insulted more. The fact he felt he could simply rate us out loud was disrespectful enough.

“Is this what it’s like to dance at the club?” I whispered while my brother laid out the new terms of the grift and indicated all the attention we were receiving.

“Not quite,” was all mom whispered back.

“Stop conspiring and complaining over there you two,” Conner instructed us to be quiet.

I don’t know how she knew I was going to do it but we both answered “YES SIR!” in the funniest, corniest voice at the same exact time. I almost began laughing and I couldn’t stop smiling.

I saw Conner had reached a deal with them and offered to shake their hands. I wasn’t sure what the rules were. “What do we have to do, Sir?” I said in a genuinely curious and fearful voice.

“Learn not to be bitches, for one thing,” the redneck mother lifted her tits and separated them in the one piece and then picked the material out of her ass crack as she told us to come forward.

I looked at Conner for confirmation and we both stopped jumping.

“No one told you to stop jumping jacks,” Conner dumped the tennis balls into the pool to get them good and wet. Then the family jumped into the pool and we were expected to hop forward in the most pathetic way, completely naked and get our toes right at the edge of the pool while we jumped.

“They will throw the balls at you from close range,” he explained as if talking to a child. “If you catch it in your mouth, ass cheeks, tits or anywhere but your hands – you are out and done. You can stop. If you dive in after it and can get it out with anything but your hands – you are safe and can stop. Any questions?” Conner didn’t wait for us to ask before telling them to “Fire!”

A volley of wet green tennis balls came whizzing past us. If you’ve ever been hit by a tennis ball in the arm it may leave a little mark and sting, but if you’ve been hit by one that was soaked with water – it leaves a painful, hard smush. The first couple took me by surprise and one was aimed directly for my tits. I was not ready as they bounced off and into the pool.

Mom dove in after them but the boys were quick to grab the balls while the parents continued firing at me.

Strangers at the pool helped throw the wet balls back into the pool and more than a couple fired them straight at my back. “No fair!” I yelled – genuine surprise and shock as I was getting hit from all angles.

All I could do was dive into the pool after the balls to give myself a little breathing room and not make myself a target.

“You have 5 seconds to get out once you chase a ball or it will take TWO catches to make you safe!”

“Dammit!” I whispered under my breath and swam to the bottom of the pool more to avoid another tennis ball whipped to my face. The tennis balls floated so there wasn’t any underwater.

One of the boys – I wasn’t sure if it was Griff or not, grabbed my tits and rudely played with my butt as I got out. I didn’t say anything – I tried to pretend I liked it but I got the hell away from his dirty little fingers as I could. I was sure his mom saw – but rather than say he shouldn’t do that she said, “Don’t let that naughty girl let you play with her boobies. That is what she likes!”

“That is what I likes!” Griff beamed. I didn’t have long to react as I started doing jumping jacks on the edge of the pool completely wet and naked while tennis balls sailed into my chest, ass, abdomen, face, neck and the back of my head. I was getting clobbered.

This better be a decent payday,” I thought. I realized I should be thinking, “Oh shit, people are throwing wet tennis balls at me and they hurt!” Or how humiliating it is to be jumping around naked, and touched and groped as I grappled for loose tennis balls when I fell back into the water – but my mind was on the money.

It felt like an unceasing barrage of balls to the face.

Pain from the wet balls –doubled by the humiliation of getting the modern day equivalent of a medieval tar and feathering in the town square.

I heard my brother gloat, “How do you like THOSE balls in your face,” as I gulped pool water and tried to stay afloat while two boys pulled me under. I spit out the water and struggled free to pull myself back out for another round of target practice when I heard people cheer.

I turned to see my mother spring naked from the pool with a tennis ball gripped in her teeth – arms raised in triumph.

One of the boys pulled it from her mouth but my brother said she had won her freedom and could get out of the water.

This put the focus strictly on me –and I was taking shots from wet balls in all directions. Three of them pounced off my stomach before I fell back in the water. The balls had become dirty from all the grit and grime of the pool cement and that was only making getting sploshed with them even worse.

When I lifted myself back out of the pool, still gasping for air, I saw that my mother had returned to where we stood and was doing jumping jacks. “You don’t have to – you are already out,” I wheezed and choked.

I thought to myself “How sweet- she kept playing because I wasn’t out yet!”

“Meanie butt over there told me I had to keep jumping until you are out –he said it’s my fault you are such a lazy snot and so bad at catching balls!” she almost seemed amused as three or four wet tennis balls landed with a kersplsosh in our faces.

I thought there would be no end to this. My mom wasn’t allowed to jump back into the water anymore so she remained a full time target and my only hope for getting out of this was to catch one when I dove into the water. I was climbing out after being clawed and groped by what I thought may have been the redneck mom when I finally got lucky!

A tennis ball lodged itself between my legs and stuck there. I tightened my grip on it while the two boys pulled at me and my mom came over and helped lift me out. I jumped up and down holding the tennis ball between my legs from behind while jumping up and down on my tip toes –celebrating.

There was no point in not pretending we weren’t completely naked – so we made fools of ourselves like we had just won the World Series.

“She lost her butt plug!” I don’t know how Griff could tell because I thought my ass cheeks were fairly tight – but apparently when I was jumping they clap open and shut and he did.

I panicked and looked at my brother! That was completely unexpected. It must have fallen out in all the commotion. I knew that was actually a punishable offense.

“You know how to get it,” was all he said as he pointed to it laying on the bottom of the pool. The boys dove down after it first.

I dove head first and by now I was tired, wet, and intensely aroused from all the physical touching but hurting from all the seriously hard balls that had bounced off my body – including my face.

I struggled with the two younger boys and lost the battle. They came up for air holding it like a trophy “I got it, I got it!” Griff seemed pleased with himself.

“Please give that back, Sir!” I pleaded.

“Beg for it,” he doggy paddled and looked to his father and then back at me.

“Oh my god, you’ve already punished me enough haven’t you sir?” I pouted – I thought he really had run us through the ringer and would be ready to relent.

“Fine, take it!” he offered it to me and I had to tell him I can’t take it with my hands.

“Why not?” I wasn’t sure how many people in the pool area were still watching and listening, but I knew his parents could hear me and so could my mother and most of the people close by.

“I am not allowed to touch it with my hands,” I said ruefully.

“Cause it’s covered in your dukey?” he asked with a “conmused” expression that was more amused than confused.

“No! Sir,” I groaned and swam closer to him to open my mouth, “Just put it in my mouth please – I promise to be nice from now on,” I lied. I would have drowned that mean little weasel if I could have. I am kidding of course – but the fantasy crossed my mind of at least throwing one ball at him.

“I want to put it in your butt – not your mouth,” he said with a giggle and a twinkle in his merry little blue eyes.

“You are nasty, Sir!” I gasped in shock at how fresh he had become with me.

“You are nastier!” he retorted and I really couldn’t say anything back to that as I swam close to him.

His mother told him to just give it back to me but his father said, “Put it back where it belongs then!”

I looked at Conner for a ruling and Conner nodded at me. I looked at my mom apologetically and she stood naked, dripping wet catching her breath and waiting –with a wordless expression on her face.

I turned around to face away from him and doggy paddled as I held my ass cheeks apart for this boy to insert the fallen plug. A fresh wave of humiliation dawned on me as I realized exactly what I was preparing for and pretended to just be impatient about getting it over with.

“Lower, Sir,” I warned him as he stuck it against my backbone and then into my crack sideways.

“In the hole, please,” I wanted desperately to guide it in. I could see a 49 year old man in the shallow end watching intently while I waited for this boy to seat my plug. “Let’s go to the shallow end sir, please?”

He tried again before I could swim where I may get a little more traction and this time he managed to stick just the tip into my asshole. I tried to untighten my sphincter muscles to allow it to go in easier, but with all the recent physical exertion – I was not feeling particularly loose. I tried to back into it but he just wasn’t pushing it hard enough.

“Would you please push it in all the way, Sir?” I had to beg him to basically fuck my ass with a tempered glass butt plug. I thought I might cry as I started slipping out of the character of hot-rich-bitch and back into vulnerable, shattered goody-two-shoes Ellen.

“Help him get it in,” his mother finally said and I tried to explain I wasn’t allowed to use my hands but she didn’t seem to think I needed them.

“Jeezus Boy, first day at the pool and you are already a man!” the redneck father let his son know he considered using that plug on me close enough to count as some redneck rite of passage.

Griff left the plug loosely hanging between my ass cheeks as he and his family got out of the water despite my attempts to squirm backwards into the plug. I saw hard-ons on all the boys and the father through their swimming trunks, but I don’t think anyone noticed or cared.

I had to walk with my legs closed together, the way I had with the tennis ball, in order to keep the glass plug from falling. We hurried out of the water and my brother still wasn’t done. He made us go over to where the family’s pool chairs were and squat down.

They seemed pretty happy – I don’t think it dawned on them that they had just spent about five hundred dollars to play this wicked little game with us in the water yet.

We already had their money and should have moved on to the next grift but Conner wasn’t satisfied that we had finished this game and I think he wanted to make sure he gave them their money’s worth.

“Will you please seat the plug in my ass, sir?” I asked my brother very casually to give it a twist and a shove. He teased me saying he liked watching it hang out. My mom settled the matter by grabbing and giving it a hard push to pop it into my ass and a twist.

I looked at Conner to see if he would be mad. Technically, it hadn’t violated the rule because it wasn’t ME touching my own butt plug. He quickly amended the rule, “None of you girls touching each other’s plug! Now squat down like earlier and tell the nice people ‘thank you’ for teaching you a lesson on how to behave,” Conner insisted.

We were naked and dripping wet. “Conner Sir? Please?” I knew better than to beg when he had made up his mind. I accepted I’d have to put on a cute little show for them and squatted down with my legs apart.

It had felt very different even when I had the tiny, dry, swimsuit. I at least had a little sliver and my clit covered, but now I was fully exposed and vulnerable. My nipples were bumpy and hard and my pussy was wet and wide open to prying eyes.

“Why would you punish sluts that get off on attention by making them show off their bodies?” the redneck mother asked as she stared right at me. She had been uncomfortable at first with her boys seeing me naked – but once they had a good look she acted like it was no big deal. I suppose that was a pragmatic idea – freaking out after they had already seen it would only make them more curious and interested.

“Sis,” Conner directed me to get on my back, grab my ankles and answer the nice lady. “Show them that you learned something,” he said while directing me to show them everything between my legs as well. I looked at mom who remained squatting with an embarrassed look on her own face.

I was free to make up any answer I wanted to when we improvise in grifts but I tried to be consistent. I groaned and got on my back so that my ass and pussy were completely visible to the family as I lifted my legs over my head and held them up.

“We are show-offs and we like attention but the kind we can control, Ma’am,” I said with a much more tamed tone than I had when I first began this with her. I don’t think it was as much an act, as that I was literally beat down from being put through so many paces and it was still early morning.

“Yeah, I know that,” the heavy-set women grunted with satisfaction reminding me of Daisy from the day before. She took a swig of beer – she had completely gotten over her defense of us and was now quite certain we deserved more punishment than we received.

“We like to dress provocatively, expensively, and how we want. Once we got in trouble they took away the privilege of having things on our terms – showing as much as we dare or want to show,” I held my legs above my head like bunny ears, “which is quite a bit less than this – get a good enough look, sir?” I pretended to be merely annoyed rather than deeply humiliated.

“Get your clit hood pulled UP and OUT! Now – keep it wide so they can have a look at that precious little slit,” my brother insisted I do it in front of them.

“So if he tells you to do anything – you will do it?” Griff was obviously idolizing my brother with awe in his eyes.

“Pretty much,” my mom answered with the same fake-annoyed tone, “We were bad girls – and now we pay the price!”

“Don’t feel sorry for her – she has sticky fingers every night playing with that little knot of skin. This is just the first time she has to let an audience watch,” Conner laughed.

“Holy shit!” the redneck dad had a shit-eating grin from ear to ear.

“So if I tell them to apologize for interfering in your family fun day at the beach, and beg your forgiveness – they will. If I tell them to lick your feet – they better if they know what’s good for them!” Conner picked up on the boys’ hero worship.

“So if you tell her to fart – she will?” Griff asked and his brother asked if I would burp the alphabet.

That wasn’t the first or last juvenile request like that I had and almost giggled at how awkward they were. They looked at their mom like they were ashamed to ask and she looked back at me to hurry my answer.

“Uh..yeah, I guess so – if he told me to, Sir,” my scrunched nose and disgusted expression was completely authentic as I admitted I was basically a puppet – a human pet to take orders.

“Do it,” Griff ordered without hesitation – waiting for me to obey his own commands awkwardly.

“It’s not like a remote control you can grab. She does what she is told only if I or one of the men of the house tell her – and that’s only if she is earning the money she needs to come up with. If you got five bucks – I’ll make her fart the entire alphabet,” Conner answered with a stern and serious expression.

“Mom?” Griff turned to his mother for the money like I was an arcade game he needed tokens to play. She reminded him they already spent a ton of money on us and we thanked them profusely for helping.

“Every bit helps us out of this hole, Ma’am,” I answered submissively and respectfully – hoping the woman thought we had learned a valuable lesson from her. “Besides – no offense, but your son looks like he might need a refresher course in the alphabet,” my underhanded barb was met with a swift kick from my brother in my ribs.

“Sorry sir – I deserved that – thank you,” I glared at him but he smiled back at me.

“Frankly,” the hillbilly woman told me, “I don’t think you should get out of the shit you landed yourself in – because you’ll just get yourselves right back into it! You pile shit so deep – everyone steps in it just walking around you I’d bet! My sister is like you and I god-damned wish every day someone would have taught her a lesson like this!”

“Me too!” the redneck dad’s joke implied he thought his wife’s sister was hot and he’d just like to see that and she gave him a swift poke to the rib with her elbow to let him know she caught on to his joke.

I didn’t know how to respond to any of that – she seemed deadly serious like she loathed the two of us.

“Brother dear, sir?” I changed the topic, “Do you mind if we look for our swimsuits, please?”

We had both lost them at some point in the chaotic game.

“I do – but Odd-Jobs doesn’t want you running around naked the whole day,” Conner acted like we’d prefer to remain naked and exposed this way, adding almost as in after thought tomy mom, “It is real important – you don’t get off on this, mom – get your clit pulled out as well.”

“You should be ashamed of yourself, letting your son talk to you that way,” the redneck mama watched as my mom reluctantly pulled her clit hood, twisted it and slid it forward and up so that her clit was exposed just like mine while she squatted next to me.

I could see the look on my mother’s face that told me she wanted to say the woman should be a hypocrite for letting her kids see us this way and encouraging it – but she nodded.

“You are probably right about that, Ma’am – HE is the boss though, at least for now,” mom looked over at my brother and back at the woman trying to hide her shame.

“You should get nekked with them, mama!” Griff’s older brother poked her in the ribs with his elbow.

“Wha-eye?” the redneck woman became serious but her husband remained quiet as she expressed her disdain for her son’s latest suggestion.

“Hell, you guys helped our neighbors move last week – then broke into their storage shed and sold all their stuff! That ain’t right!” her son reminded her.

“That lady was a bitch anyway!” the woman became flustered and defensive, pointing out, “They probably stole that furniture themselves! It wasn’t our fault! They should not have trusted us with the key to the storage room.” In no uncertain terms though did she feel the need to apologize or pay for what she had done and her son let it drop.

“May we get our clothes now, Sir?” I repeated – the sun beating down on my bare tits. I could feel stares from people around us and I knew it was even worse, they were listening to our humiliating confessions.

“I don’t know where they are – I guess carelessly tossing your clothes away and losing them is going to get added to your debt,” Conner chuckled.

“I have ‘em,” Griff produced a wadded up version of my yellow string bikini and my mom’s soaked purple one piece with a broad smile on his face.

“Thank you for grabbing those, Sir,” I said before realizing the little country bumpkin was holding them for ransom.

I sighed quietly – waiting for his humiliating demand.

“I’ll give em back for a kiss,” Griff was pie-eyed over my mother and I, and his request was almost sweet! –almost.

I looked to my brother for permission but his mother told him, “You don’t want to kiss sluts like those – you don’t know where they been,” she said.

“Oh, I know where they’s been – that’s a-why I wanna kiss em!” the country boy smirked