Chapter One Hundred-Nine

Is it Bring Your Dog To Work Day?

My brother wasn’t finished with the Haislip girls’ lessons, but I wouldn’t have time to see them execute the next punishment. It seems that Tawny had tried to pocket her very first twenty dollar ‘tip’ by stuffing it in her pussy and the guys had found it. She tried to explain she was going to hand over the money but my brother wasn’t buying it, as she frantically back pedaled and promised to be good going forward.

“I thought we were supposed to earn our money under the table! Sir,” she offered as some form of explanation.

“No, you are supposed to suck cocks under the table! The money you are supposed to turn over to us!” Conner clarified that Tyga was expected to handle the money and that the sluts weren’t trusted for obvious reasons.

“You will bend over ass to ass and bump tacos,” my brother instructed the two, without removing their hand cuffs. He stuffed their plugs in their mouths and told them to listen carefully.

I was actually disappointed I wasn’t going to see what happened next, but I had a customer in the form of the Wrestler; who launched himself out of the beer tent whooping and hollering, once he noticed I had the WHORE stamp on my ass.

“You? You? Say it ain’t so! You are finally up for anything? Hell Yeah!” The Wrestler voiced his approval of the markings on my ass with a hearty, “Amen, Brother!”

“Yep, I am up for grabs – did you want to go in the bathroom, sir?” I had mentally resigned myself to hooking for the rest of the day. I was nervous and yet at the same time – I was strangely excited and aroused. The fact that I admitted this to myself made me feel dirty and disgusted; and yet THAT excited and aroused me more – it felt like a brand new adventure. I don’t think I’ll ever understand how doing something so crude and disgusting, like selling myself for money, could make me excited as well. It seems that with each step I take to doing more and more perverted things, the more excited I get and the more powerful I cum. I know I’m not supposed to like doing this stuff, and deep down I don’t, but I can’t deny it’s quite a trip and I can’t wait to see what comes next. Is that disgusting or what?

I hadn’t really done it yet though, you know, fuck for money – I was after all, still a wet behind the ears teenager from the suburbs. A week at the Buckman hadn’t jaded me into a worldly first-class whore quite yet, but it sure did seem I was heading in that direction. And it seems that mom will be going right along with me. That’s still something I’m having a hard time believing. I really expected her to explode once she found out.

The Wrestler was a big guy and quite a bit older than me, but at least he was a familiar face and seemed relatively harmless.

“Oh no,” my Mother looked concerned and offered herself in my place. Telling the Wrestler that I was inexperienced and she knew exactly what he liked. She made it seem like she was horny and wanted a second go, but I could tell that she was sacrificing her dignity to protect me. Then again – she had really shown she was down to do some nasty things, so I couldn’t be absolutely sure.

I wanted to get this first time over with and a part of me was eager to do it before I lost my nerve!

“That’s sweet, mom! I got this. I agreed to it, and I can do it,” I smiled provocatively at the Wrestler as he offered me a fifty dollar bill that he had had tucked into a money-clip in his waist band.

“I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain, but you never knew the pain!” he shouted as if we were about to enter a wrestling match, while ignoring my mom’s advances.

“You don’t understand though,” was the last thing she said as he grabbed me by the hand and led me to the men’s bathroom.

“Your ass is grass and I’m gonna smoke it! Woo-woo, all aboard the one-man band dick train!” he was hyped up and intensely energetic. I won’t say that I wasn’t scared and apprehensive, because I was; but at the same time I smiled at my mother and pretended this was all part of the game and that I knew what I was doing. She looked concerned as I turned and went with the Wrestler towards the bathroom. If she was going to object, this was when I expected that she would do something to try and stop me. But she didn’t say anything. I guess whatever hold Odd Jobs had over her was strong enough to get her to hold back; or she was so desperate to earn money to get us out of our situation that she would do anything, including letting her daughter sell herself as a whore. It really didn’t matter which reason it was.

I had no idea what I was going to do when we got into the bathroom.

There were some men in there and they didn’t seem all that surprised when he brought me in with him. The other girls had been in and out of here all day long. “I suppose we should go into a stall, Sir?” I smiled palming the fifty and rolling it up in my hand. My plan was to offer him a BJ in the hopes I could make him cum before we ever had sex.

He didn’t give me a chance to control the situation, saying that the match was going to begin and that I had five seconds to get out of those clothes or he’d start with them on.

I looked apologetically at the three men, who were stunned and staring at me as they finished peeing or washing their hands, while I quickly undressed removing my bottoms first.

“You want me right here?” I hated to admit that I was getting wet in anticipation of being fucked like this in a public men’s bathroom. I wasn’t sure if I should mention the plug in my ass – or if that was a turn on to him. I was already trying to plan my next moves and was getting flustered in anticipation that this was really going to happen. That I was doing this! I was actually becoming a whore!

I’d been teased, poked, prodded all day and for the last week. I’d even given blow jobs and had things stuffed up my ass, but I hadn’t taken the last step to becoming a whore. I was now about to get fucked for the first time for money; and the fear was turning into a strange sort of arousal, exciting me even more. I could actually feel a little trickle of cum leaking down my leg from my pussy. I just don’t understand how all of this excited me so much. I wondered if Little Red Riding Hood had been just a bit turned on when she first found out that the wolf wasn’t her grandmother. God, where did that thought come from. How could I get turned on by the thought of Little Red Riding Hood getting fucked by the wolf.

The Wrestler broke me out of my little day dream as he ordered, “I want you naked and squatting with your mouth open wide, just like your mom was, girly! You are about to get got!” I assumed he wanted a blow job and removed my top before squatting at waist level with him.

What happened next truly shocked and horrified me. I felt a part of my spine come loose and dance up and down my backbone as I could only squat and stare straight ahead.

The wrestler had pulled down his sweat pants enough to bring out a rather large and flaccid cock. The first thing I noticed was his heavy pendulous balls. I would have expected them to be tight because I had noticed after a guy came they usually tightened up, and as many times as he had been with one of us today I figured he must be a machine!

I was going to say something quirky and cute about that, but he caught me just as I began to talk with a yellow stream of piss that was thick and musky and began shouting in triumph. “Right down the middle, Daddy!” he shouted as his stream intensified and sprayed my face and nose as he aimed for my open mouth. I was going to gag but he threatened that I needed to keep my mouth wide or he’d open it for me.

“Come on. Come on! Come on!” he shouted frantically, as he coaxed his penis to hose my face and chin before he shot the last bit down my chest and between my legs. It all happened so fast that I barely had time to close my eyes before he blasted me with the foul smelling yellow blast!

I was soaked in warm, acrid piss and he seemed elated. I didn’t know what to say or do – I sputtered and spat to get the taste out of my mouth. I had mentally prepared myself to let a stranger fuck me – but I had NOT prepared myself to process being peed on. I was beyond humiliated now and totally disgusted with myself. In spite of being disgusted, it seemed my pussy liked me being degraded. I almost came from being treated like this.

“Don’t look so glum! You dun got got! Woot!” the Wrestler put his cock into his pants and stared at me as if taking a mental picture before leaving. I looked up at him and he smiled, “Yeah, just like that princess! Perfect!”

I must have looked positively wretched and pathetic dripping from the piss-shower I had just received. I couldn’t even look around to see who had watched what had just happened. The taste in my mouth reminded me of apple juice that had just turned – I wasn’t going to be able to get rid of it any time soon.

“Well, I’ve just been fucked, I guess,” I whispered to myself in jest as I tried to make sense of what had just happened to me. My first thought was less about cleaning myself up than it was how I would ask mom if she had gone through the same thing with him. I had the fifty dollar bill rolled up tightly in my hand though and that was some comfort.

I realized my brother was probably going to punish me if I came out without cum in my mouth. I was so used to giving blow jobs and having to deliver the cum to my Aunt that I hadn’t really thought about how I was going to prove I had given someone a ride in the bathroom.

I wiped myself off in the sink as an older gentleman smiled at me and stared. “Like what you see, Sir?” I couldn’t help but find it funny how easy it was to intimidate and scare a grown man if you could look him in the eye and talk boldly to him like that.

It was about that moment I noticed two younger boys in the bathroom. They had crew cuts and wore only swimming trunks and grins. I wasn’t sure if they had seen what had just happened, but they stole my bikini bottoms and raced out of the bathroom giggling with mischief at me, “You dun got peed on! You dun got peed on!” They had either seen or figured it out from my washing myself in the sink.

Instinctively, I gave chase; shouting that they better give them back or they would be sorry. However, I wasn’t in any position to make threats of retribution. I didn’t even think about the fact I was running into a crowded pool area wearing nothing but a butt plug, a pink cat collar, and the words “WHORE” on my ass.

We had been able to get away with a lot of flashing and showing off at the pool but there were definitely some things that turned heads. At least thirty people immediately noticed me running nude after the boys and they gasped and shouted as I ran out of the men’s bathroom giving chase to the little hellions who stole my suit.

I probably should have been thankful to the two brats who stole my suit and made me run after them jiggling and bouncing naked in front of a throng of half-drunk onlookers. If it hadn’t been for them I might have had time to think about the fact someone had just paid me to piss all over my face and chest and I had let him do it.

I was caught up in the moment chasing them around the pool when they finally ran to their parents. Their dad had on a “Wish you were a Beer” t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and the mom was wearing a zebra striped one piece that showed off her beer belly and pushed out her cleavage.

The father didn’t say anything as his boys hid behind him. He was an imposing man and wore dark sunglasses. The mother on the other hand laid into me. “How dare you chase my boys around this pool with your titties hanging out!”

I had not seen them earlier today and it was pretty obvious they were fairly new to the pool. She was shocked and horrified, and completely overlooking the fact that the boys stole my suit. “They wouldn’t have stole your dun-gurned suit if you had the good sense not to take it off some place! For god knows what, look at you!”

The fresh wave of condemnation from the woman was very sobering. She pointed her finger right in my face and I almost cried because she was absolutely right when she said none of them came here to see me and I had no right to go stark naked through the pool deck.

That was when my cousin approached and yanked the swimming suit out of one of the boys hands. Chastising “Dermot” not to go stealing swimsuits. “You liked to give the poor girl a heart-attack!”

The boys giggled and I saw the mom turn and put her hands on her hips when she recognized Savannah. “Damn, you were a string bean last summer. You done growed all up!”

Savannah tossed me my suit and I wasted no time pulling the tiny scraps of cloth back on to cover what little of my body they could. It turned out that they lived on Glory Hill and they knew all about what was going on at the pool.

“I can’t believe you and your momma dun forget to pay your water and electric bill – I should say that’s happened to us a time or two,” the woman became friendly with Savannah and her boys giggled and ogled me, but they were no longer a threat as she and Savannah talked.

“Yeah, well – you know how it is,” Savannah shrugged at the massive lie we had made up about being in debt.

“Your trailer is jacked up and about to be hauled out of the Buckman,” the father spoke in a deep, gravelly southern accent slowly. “Where is Odd-Jobs going to take it?”

“Nowhere if we make enough money, Suh” Savannah squinted into the sun as she put her hands over her eyes and regarded the burly man.

“You aren’t making it how I think you are making it are yah?” the dark haired mother of two nodded that she was fairly sure how we were making it.

“Well, SHE is,” Savannah regarded me with a new found respect. “This here is my cousin Ellen,” she introduced me to the Spucklers. The father was named Cletus but everyone called him “JT”. They didn’t explain why. The mother was named Lurleen and the boys were Dermot and Melvis.

“Don’t let my boys worry you none, they done seen boobies before,” she promised they weren’t really offended by my nudity. The boys giggled sheepishly and looked at me.

“This here is your real cousin, or is this one of those scams your mother done come up with?” Lurleen regarded me skeptically as she asked Savannah to confirm it. She could go from sweet and inviting to a scowl quickly. “She don’t act nothin’ like you,” she said that like it was an insult.

“It’s actually my real cousin, Ma’am,” Savannah laughed at being called out on possible bullshit and assured her we were blood relatives. “Her family is staying with us while we earn our way out of this mess,” she explained that I wasn’t from the Buckman while I nodded in agreement.

“I don’t see Ted nowhere around,” Lurleen noted with a sigh that it was expected, “I guess he dun’ run off when things got tough?”

It was almost as if on cue that Ted would show up in a rickety old school bus. The name of Buckman Elementary had been painted over and replaced with the words “TED’S PERSONAL PARTY BARGE”.

A stereo was playing classic rock so loud it nearly drowned out the speakers at the pool as he pulled into the parking lot making a scene.

“No, Ted has been the one putting this all together, Ma’am,” my cousin explained with a grin.

“Why you keep calling me Ma’am? You done went out and learned you some manners, girl?” Lurleen couldn’t contain her countrified accent and it seemed to come and go when she got excited.

“It’s something I gotta do while I am here, Ted insists,” she explained with another grin and a daring glance at me.

“Well, I can’t say I disapprove of that none,” Lurleen watched with interest as Ted stepped off the bus like a champion returning from a victory. He held a dog leash in his hand and behind him on all fours was his sister. She had leather straps around her body, but her massive tits drug the ground as she padded behind him obediently with a red gag in her mouth.

“Holy shit,” Lurleen asked us to excuse her French as she asked in disbelief if that was really Ted’s sister, “Is that Daisy Dukes down on the ground like a bitch in heat?”

The boys began to giggle and she told them to hush, but didn’t tell them not to look; as they watched him make her sit up and beg and then heel behind him for the benefit of the V.I.P. tent. We were far enough away we couldn’t see or hear much of what was being said; but the Spucklers, along with a lot of others at the pool, watched with shocked interest.

“Well Glory Be,” Lurleen bemusedly admitted that she had gone to High School with Daisy and she was a slut back then, but, “I would never expect her to cavort around the pool trussed up like that!” She smacked her giant of a husband on the chest and told him to put his eyes back in his head.

“What?” he quipped and pretended he wasn’t watching. The boys giggled and she shooed them to stop watching as she turned to me. “I guess I owe you an apology,” she said.

“What fur?” I had adopted her country accent and corrected myself as they laughed, “What for, I mean Ma’am?”

“I didn’t know you were supposed to be doing stuff like that,” she shrugged over her shoulder at Daisy and added, “I mean – I guess that’s how you are making money?”

I smirked because I was surprised she could be so forgiving all of a sudden and now she regarded me as if I were family or a dear friend. “No reason to apologize, Ma’am. I totally understand your reaction.”

“Only problem with you is you talk like a city girl and when you are being polite it still sounds like you are telling me I am a dumb ass hillbilly,” she observed and turned to Savannah to give her a kiss on the cheek. “I won’t keep you - you girls go and make yourself a whole shit load of money,” she encouraged us approvingly. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” she smiled.

“What about you JT, you want a poke?” Savannah offered; but it was clearly a joke and if it wasn’t, the spry-eyed Lurleen was ready to pounce on him if he showed interest. Savannah had shown no shame in making the offer and it clearly didn’t really offend Lurleen as she patted her man on the ass while they watched us leave.

“How about just a hummer then?” Savannah half-joked as she saw JT look hopefully at his wife for permission.

Lurleen smacked his ass and told him she’d be the only one giving him hummers and he cooed, “You are the only one I want giving me hummers.”

I heard Melvis or Dermot ask what a hummer was as we walked away and the mom told him that if he had twenty bucks he could run after one of us and find out for himself.

“Aww Shit, I ain’t never gonna have twenty bucks,” he complained.

As we walked out of earshot I heard his mom giggle knowingly, “That’s why you ain’t ready to find out what one is then, ain’t ’cha?”

“Thanks!” I offered once I was sure the Spucklers couldn’t hear us. Savannah had come to my rescue.

“Thanks? Thanks?! You know the position you put me in?” Savannah regarded me with an annoyed expression like I should know what she was talking about. When I didn’t she explained in the exasperated tone she reserved for talking to people she thought were stupid. “You took that whore on your ass and now I am the ONLY one in the bunch doing JUST blowjobs. How exactly do I explain I am too good to do it if even my stuck up priss of a cousin is out here spreading her pussy?”

I could see that, in Savannah’s mind, there was a matter of pride that she could do anything I could do, along with her being fiercely competitive.

I didn’t know how to respond to her. I apologized, but that didn’t seem to satisfy Savannah at all. She told me she hoped I knew what I was in for as we walked back towards the front of the pool area. My mom and Aunt were following Ted as he led Daisy on all fours around and made her sniff people’s asses and do tricks he’d taught her.

She looked completely broken. Her eye make-up had run down her face and her hair was all a tangled black mess. It was obvious she had been spanked and poked all over her entire body.

I almost didn’t notice that he had my so-called boyfriend, Ryan, on another leash. Ryan was allowed to walk, but he was being led around by his cock. He had on a tiny pair of pink see-through panties.

Once Ted saw us walking up he was delighted to make his new “fluffer” show himself off to me. “You’ll like how well I trained your boyfriend for you,” Ted sadistically made Ryan turn around and show me what was written on his ass.

There was a giant black “B” on his left and a “Y” on his right cheek. He had Ryan bend over and pull his cheeks apart to show me the “O” that spelled out “BOY”.

“What do you think of your boyfriend now?” Ted asked as if I was supposed to cry or feel sorry for him.

“I guess I wonder where his butt plug is, Sir?” I said with a bemused look on my face. Ryan had an equally goofy look on his face as he shrugged apologetically at me. He found an odd humor in this and I suppose I did too.

“You lose your butt plug, boy?” Ted asked him as he tried and failed to intimidate him.

“No Sir, I know exactly where it is – it’s on the party barge. You had me take it out and fuck Daisy with it,” Ryan’s nasally teenage smart-alecky voice sounded patronizing, whether he wanted it to or not; and it certainly made it seem like Ted hadn’t broken his spirit.

“I didn’t ask you all that. I just asked if you had forgotten it,” Ted reached down and actually slapped Ryan’s cock and I saw it swing.

“That hurt, boy?” Ted saw my shock when I saw him smack Ryan’s cock. His question was really for my benefit to get a rise out of me.

“No more than when you stepped on my cock for the last three miles, Sir,” Ryan reminded him and didn’t sound worried at all.

“You don’t have to act like you like it you little faggot,” he asked him if he enjoyed being his fluffer on the party barge.

“Sure, whenever you like Sir,” Ryan offered as if nothing Ted could think of would break his spirits.

“You still going to want this pretty boy’s cock after you know where it’s been?” Ted asked me.

I wasn’t sure how to answer that. I didn’t really crave his cock or anything like that. Ryan being turned into a pet didn’t particularly turn me on, but I felt a sense of camaraderie with him that he willingly allowed himself to endure the same kind of humiliations I did. So I played along, “Oh, I am sure I will want that cock for the right price. I am a whore now after all.” I finished with.

Ted took notice, “Turn around and let me see that fat pooper!”

I turned around obediently for him and put my hands above my head so he could see that WHORE was written on my ass.

“Well, it’s about fucking time, and Savannah let me see yours,” Ted insisted his step-daughter show him and he spit on the ground, “Fucking bitch – you too good to serve like you are supposed to?”

Savannah stared daggers at me and before she could explain, Ted wanted to show us his newest acquisition. He pointed to the bus that he called his “Personal Party Barge”. He explained it would be used to drive people “TO” the pool and, “Fuck em, they are on their own to get back!” He added as an after-thought that people could still pay for a lift back home.

“The V.I.P.s can use it for express service to the pool and the best part is y’all whores can fuck your brains out on it. I had the seats ripped out and put some mattresses in there.” He showed us that the bus was empty except for a couple rows of bench seats, some liquor and a few dirty mattresses. He told us we’d each take turns riding on the bus to greet and amuse the guests and he’d park it out in front so we could use the bus to service our tricks.

“I took Daisy on a stroll down memory lane, didn’t I?” Ted made his sister nod in agreement. She was gagged and couldn’t speak; and absolutely terrified of disappointing him with the wrong reaction. She made no attempt to hide the fact that she was naked either. Ted insisted, while she was on all fours, that her “Cunt and asshole be easily seen...” and he whipped her with a switch any time he thought she was getting “uppity”.

He explained that he took her to visit some guys she’d dated in high school and they were very appreciative to help break her in. “You enjoyed having all those cocks, didn’t ya sis?”

Daisy didn’t dare disagree with Ted and that made him laugh even harder. He laughed that it was, “Bring your Dog to work with you day,” and that she was going to be with him like this from now on. “If you are good doggie, I’ll let you lick my balls while I drive the truck. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

She had tears rolling down her eyes as she agreed with him, and even as she did he whipped her tits a few times to let her know he was boss. He even stepped on her fingers while she was crawling. “Watch where you are going, I don’t want to step in shit. You better be looking where I am walking.”

He was about to torment his now pathetic sister some more when out of the corner of his eye he noticed Tawny and April. He had the broad, shit-eating grin of someone who had just won the lottery while getting his dick sucked as he won five gold medals. His grin spread across Ted’s happy redneck face from ear to ear.