Chapter One Hundred Fifteen

Don’t Be a Do Nothing Bitch

“Well, my slutty big sister,” Conner regarded me like he’d just caught me in a bunch of lies and had a world of shit planned for me as he folded his arms stubbornly. “You know you have to be punished for that?”

“Obviously,” I tried to make light of his demeaning threat while smiling innocently enough. “Isn’t it enough mom and I are fucking strangers on the bus left and right, Sir?”

My heart was already racing from the pounding my body just took on the bus – but I played things off like it was no big deal; despite having the most physically intense yet degrading sexual experience of my life, being the plaything of three older men whose names I still didn’t even know!

At least I knew Jake and Derek’s first names!

I should also add that I felt a kind of mental high from getting fucked three different ways simultaneously. I want to say that it was an indescribable surreal feeling because that is exactly what it was – but then that wouldn’t help you to understand what I was feeling.

Imagine, being sweaty, nasty, naughty, dirty, having your tits pulled, your ass cheeks spread, all of your holes invaded; all in front of people who were also fucking in a dirty old school bus. Then imagine LIKING the feeling, and at the same time realizing what a shameful whore you are for liking it, and at the same time caring and not caring what anyone thought about you.

Now imagine turning off your entire brain, all while realizing you were thinking all of those things. Imagine becoming a fuck-beast whose every orifice is simultaneously hurting and stuffed to capacity. Yet, in spite of knowing in your mind that you weren’t raised to be that kind of person but with each and every more degrading thing you are made to do you are somehow getting pleasure from it, becoming intensely wet and strangely satisfied in a way you’ve never experienced before and wondering if just maybe this is who you really are deep down.

You are both exhausted and at the same time ready to do it all over again. Kind of like the drug addict that needs a fix no matter how bad they feel afterwards. They just know that they are going to feel euphoria for those few moments after they took the drug. That’s how I feel right now. I feel like I’m coming down off of a high from doing drugs and want more so bad I’m almost willing to do anything to get more. Only my high isn’t from taking drugs but having more and more degrading sex. Deep in my mind I knew I shouldn’t want to be this way and don’t want to be this way but then again I kind of did. I was so utterly confused!

Imagine watching your sexy, blonde cousin bouncing up and down on a dick across from you and almost daring you to match her pace and speed doing the same thing and having three different cocks to choose from.

Then when you’ve satisfied all three strangers physically and they’ve shot their load into or on you- and you are cummy and feeling used as a sex-rag and cum bucket – that you were revolted, humiliated, and strangely addicted to the feelings you cannot quite describe.

That is kind of like what I was feeling – so suffice to say that I was a little giddy and not thinking as clearly as I should - but acting more on instinct.

“Fucking is your job, Miss Priss!” Conner actually looked perturbed at my playful reply and doe-eyed expression. It was hard to tell if he was acting or actually believed he was in control of me and I was this wayward slut with a huge attitude he made me out to be. “You aren’t supposed to be getting off on it or enjoying yourself and you definitely aren’t supposed to be gobbling cum – just draining balls.”

“Yes sir, but...” I tried to make a case for myself, but he slapped my tits and told me he wasn’t done talking. I started to turn beet red as I noticed a few of the guys watching Delilah’s show in the back of a blue pickup truck turn and notice me standing in the bus doorway naked and laugh at my brother smacking my tits.

“Miss priss - thinks she is the boss bitch,” Conner told me to go stand on the back of the pick-up truck and wait for my punishment – turning on his heels to get something from the DJ booth.

I looked at him with shock and dismay that he was serious. We had dropped all pretense of even wearing bikinis for the most part. I had left my plug and bikini in my stall on the bus because my mind was a whirlwind of sexual thoughts and I had just been plain forgetful – I was just starting to realize I was truly naked and had nothing but my collar on.

“You better git,” Catfish playfully patted me on the bottom. He reminded me of Cheech without his Chong, with his big black mustache and dry wit. He pointed to the back of the blue pickup where Delilah was locked on all fours with the Doberman resting on her back.

The crowd of about a dozen men were intensely watching the show – and almost didn’t notice me step up to the truck. One of them “helped” me get on the bumper by lifting me with a big hand across my bare ass and I thanked him.

There was an awkward pause while I stood there naked. Delilah had stopped humping back and forth and was waiting with the dog on top of her. The Doberman seemed satisfied to do nothing but wait on her back and the crowd probably would have dispersed for lack of interest to find some new outrageous act to watch if not for my unexpected entrance.

An old Tesla song was playing over the loud speaker, but my brother turned down the music enough that people could tell he was going to speak.

My brother spoke on a cordless microphone as he walked over to me. “Ladies and Gentlemen,” he began with a very calm voice, “Introducing my sister – Ms. Ellen Tinkle, former debutante of the Cherry Lawn Country Club cotillion!” I most certainly had never been any such thing, but it was part of the act playing me up as a rich-bitch and I nodded demurely striking a proud pose – jutting my tits out and shoulders back.

“As you can tell from her current state of dress, or undress as it were,” he continued as he made his way over to the side of the truck to talk directly to me, “she has lost her expensive little bikini – where is it, Sis?”

I giggled that I didn’t know – covering my face with my hands awkwardly as if I didn’t care either. I had been seen naked by everyone at the pool a few times over by now, but I will admit there was still a sensation of adrenaline pumping through my body despite the role I was playing.

“She doesn’t know...,” Conner sarcastically pretended to be surprised, “She doesn’t know what happened to the FIVE HUNDRED DOLLAR BATHING SUIT she spent our rent money on because she doesn’t know the value of money or care about the trouble she causes for others – do you, Sis?”

He was certainly painting me as a villain but I played along nodding in agreement, “It’s only money, right Sir?”

I had a suspicion that soon someone from the audience would be selected to spank my ass in front of everyone and that would suffice as my punishment. It was a classic grift – and the first time I’d ever done it on a makeshift stage. My left leg started to shake nervously as I thought about the punishment to come.

“You are here because you are earning back every dime you owe the family – and you have to follow my rules until you do – don’t you, Sis?” Conner was going over the premise for why he could talk to me this way to remind the audience that I was a bitch – but I was HIS bitch and that’s why I was behaved, at least for now.

“Just until Daddy hears about this, Sir!” I harrumphed, crossing my arms over my boobs and stomping my foot to stop it from shaking and of course I pouted like I was trying to get their sympathy. I don’t know why I invoked my father – it only reminded me that at some point he may just find out what a naughty little girl his daughter really was and I’d have to deal with that reality.

“Then what?” Conner played along – repeating my words at times for people who may not have heard me over the din of laughs and talking from the people at the pool and the ones watching our improvisational play.

“You can make me say Sir and Ma’am and make me work like a commoner, even punish me – but when Daddy gets here I am going to tell him you made me do dirty things with these disgusting rednecks and worst of all!” I cried as if it mattered, “I broke a nail!!”

I must have accidentally had perfect comedic timing, because the crowd busted out in laughter – not with me, but definitely at me for being concerned about something as shallow as a broken nail. There were many women in the audience who probably spent a good portion of their income having their nails done but even they laughed at my misguided priorities.

“You’ll fuck, you’ll suck, you’ll bounce and twerk, you’ll drain balls and do whatever nasty chore I can convince the good people of the Buckman to pay you to do to earn back the money you owe Odd-Jobs for helping us put food on the table tonight!!” Conner insisted and I pouted, but didn’t fight him on it.

“Now get your arms down by your sides – no one here is impressed by your Richie-Rich titties!” I wasn’t sure where Conner had developed his confidence or spontaneity for ad-libbing, but he was becoming quite good at it – I was often confused between what was the real Conner and what was my actual brother from a week ago.

I put my arms down by my sides and I could literally feel the men staring at my tits, as if they were touching them with their eyeballs. They had glossed over them when I stood up there moments ago freely showing them, but now that I was made to stand with my hands at my sides they seemed intensely interested.

“Do you know why you are up there on the bed of that truck?” Conner asked in the microphone.

“Cuz’ you ain’t got a girlfriend and like seeing titties, Sir?” I inferred that this was the only way he could get his jollies and made a duck lips face at him showing my displeasure.

“No!” Conner pandered a bit to the crowd by telling them I was standing on the back of this working man’s truck because, “Like the dirty bitch next to you – you have to earn your keep; and since you can’t drive a tractor or work a real job – the only thing you are good for is being an amusing little slut – you get off on this attention, don’t you?”

I hated to admit it – but a dirty little part of me was getting off on the attention! A big part of me was embarrassed and humiliated and starting to think Conner believed these things about me. “Hell, if half these women had a body like mine – they’d join me up here and show off too!” I answered how I thought my new friend Chicken would have wound up the audience – the difference being is that she actually believed it.

“You think that just because you don’t care what people think of you – that these good women of the Buckman don’t care what their peers think about them?” Conner spoke for the crowd. I noticed that a few of the women, wearing skimpy bikinis or jean shorts and a tiny top, might have actually joined me if Conner had asked for volunteers and told them there was a prize at the end.

My brother was taking his time taking me apart in front of the crowd and continued to establish that I was a bitch who needed correction and discipline. That I had little regard for anyone I hurt and that I had lost even the few things I was allowed to have, like my bikini and butt plug. I would admit freely that I was all of those things. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to deny them or get defensive and that’s why he was prolonging it –or if he was just angling for a better show.

“You like draining guy’s balls, don’t you Sis?” he asked.

“Well, Sir...” I pretended to think about it and smiled, “If they are cute! And not old and creepy!” I looked down into the audience at an older gentleman thinking he was old and creepy and would get some satisfaction out of spanking me when it came time to be punished.

“Sis, let’s face it,” Conner called me out for my answer, “You love to fuck and you love the taste of cum on your tongue!”

“I mean,” I started to sound slightly valley girl, “like, I mean,” I rolled my eyes and fluttered my eyelashes as if I couldn’t believe he just said that and then shook my hair out of my face, “It’s slimming – I heard some girls at school say it’s good for your skin and an all cum diet will help you lose 15 pounds! Like, you know, Sir?”

Conner told me to stand up straight and talk like I was speaking to one of my betters instead of to some slut from Cherry Lawn Estates Prepatory Academy. I was glad no one here had ever been to Cherry Lawn Estates as they would have known there wasn’t a school with such a pretentious name there. I went to public school just like everyone else here did.

The little audience of over a dozen was starting to grow and include many more women as they actively shouted out names at me and angrily agreed with Conner’s dressing me down. I also heard Delilah moaning softly while remaining in position on all fours behind me with the dog on her back.

I stood up with my shoulders back and my legs slightly apart and made a patronizing show of giving respect to my brother while at the same time pretending I was doing it just to placate him.

“We don’t want you enjoying yourself though – that would mean you wouldn’t learn any lesson from this. You are to fuck whoever is willing to help us pay the rent, regardless of if they are cute...” he waited for me to acknowledge and added, “and what are you supposed to do with the cum afterwards?”

“I am supposed to show you, Sir,” I pretended I was reciting a rule I had been told a thousand times and was bored of, “then wait for permission to go spit it out.”

“Spit it out where?” Conner insisted I say it all – it made me feel extra dirty being that explicitly graphic with my words and I bit my lip, as I realized I was getting aroused and my nipples were getting harder.

“In my mom’s mouth, Sir,” I sighed as if he dragged it out of me. The crowd had seen me do this a few times, but I think a lot of them were shocked and dismayed I could be that dirty and yet say it so casually.

“Why?” Conner insisted I say everything all the way-out in excruciatingly provocative detail. There were no euphemisms or getting to be vague – he wanted to hear me be crude and say out loud exactly what a stupid whore I was. I knew it made for a better show but a big part of me still took it personally when I had to say it. I tried to stick my nose up and play the part I was given.

“Because my mom wasted money – even more than me and she finally got caught and busted like me – so now she is a cum dump, Sir,” I admitted, “And then she can recycle the cum by rubbing it into my skin instead of wasting sunscreen on me!”

At this point it was almost 2PM and the summer sun was still shining down on us at the pool – while party music played and people went about swimming.

All except for the people doing nothing but watching my humiliation.

“So you knew you couldn’t swallow cum, but you just admitted to me that you did earlier,” Conner finally got to my actual offense – the one I’d be punished for.

I nodded and he made me say my answer so that people could hear me. I stated loudly and emphatically, “I was hungry sir – I had no lunch and I thought you wouldn’t mind just one swallow – you had me fucking new guys already before I could do anything about what I had in my mouth!”

“Sounds like excuses, Turd butt!” Conner ignored my alibi and said that he walked me right past my mom and I didn’t offer then.

“She was busy fucking three guys, sir! I didn’t want to interrupt her!”

“Bullshit,” Conner demanded that he saw me interrupt her on my way out of the bus to lollygag and show off after I finished with the guys I was with.

He would make a fine attorney someday; I thought to myself as I nodded he had me on that point.

“You think you should be punished or do you think I should let you get back to work?” Conner asked me – this time with a trace of compassion in his voice.

“I thought listening to you talk was the punishment, Sir?” I decided to give him a Chicken/Savannah zinger instead of agreeing with him.

“You know I was almost going to let you go,” Conner turned to the crowd and asked if THEY thought I should be punished. The small roar of cheers and applause actually hurt my feelings.

There was not a trace of pity in the eyes of the strangers who were smirking and watching me with contempt now.

I had been rude, ruthless, catty, sarcastic and crude in my play-acting, but I had never unexpectedly shot someone the bird until just then – I shot the entire crowd one and told them they could kiss my ass.

The Wrestler from the V.I.P. tent shouted, “Don’t be a do nothing bitch!” apparently aping some professional wrestler’s catch phase as he so often did – but this particular one was apparently very popular as several of the other people called me one too and began to chant “D.N.B!”

Conner hopped onto the truck with a slight stumble and I couldn’t help but laugh at him – once again placing my hands on my face to cover my pretend laughter. The crowd ate it up – they truly hated me now. Someone spit on me and called me a “ratchet bitch” and the crowd just laughed the more shocked and hurt I looked. They ate up how helpless I was.

They might have felt sorry for a mostly straight-A teenage girl from the suburbs who was just trying to help her family get back on their feet but to them – I was a stuck up, conceited whore who couldn’t stop guzzling cum and being rude.

I wasn’t the “Betty” of the story – I was the “Veronica” and they wanted to see me get my cum-uppance here and now! Even those who had seen it a few times today were ready to see it again. Women looked at me with scorn for daring to stand there naked even though I had been told to and most of the men had a wicked grin on their face.

My brother kept handcuffs, crops, and other little toys in his cargo shorts and produced a red marker. He wrote “D.N.B” across my belly and pronounced me a “Do nothing bitch!”

I looked at him incredulously like I couldn’t believe he just did that – but stood naked in front of the crowd while they praised him and mocked me.

“You gobbled down cum,” my brother stood right next to me now and accused me of being a cum-eating whore over the pool loud speaker. Kids who were playing in the pool even stopped to laugh for a moment.

“You think you are all that – you think you can break the rules – you think you can disrespect me – you are a Do Nothing Bitch, you know that?” Conner asked me if I was ready to be punished.

“Sure, Sir – you going to spank me in front of all these nice people?” I turned around and bent over to moon the crowd and pulled his microphone close as I did “You hit like a girl!”

This was a big part of the grift – to establish that the person in charge of me was incompetent at actually getting through to me and that’s when we could implore the audience to teach me a lesson.

My ass was sore from spanking and fucking all day – but I thought I was ready for whatever they could dish out. I had plenty of practice over the past week with being the target of that sort of domestic discipline.

“You see this?” Conner pointed to how incorrigible and shamelessly I disrespected his punishment. “Show them what’s on your ass.” Conner had me hold my cheeks apart so everyone could read it and then let me say it in the microphone, “WHORE.”

“You say it like you are proud of it – you’ve got to learn not to be!” Conner said that spanking hadn’t proved a useful tool of discipline.

That’s when I was genuinely worried – holding my ass cheeks apart and bent over in front of a crowd who thought I was a total slut-whore and a “Do nothing bitch” I felt a fresh shiver of shame run down my spine. I heard people still calling me names and calling for my humiliation. The confidence I had that I could endure whatever my brother had in mind was quickly waning as my mind raced on what he dared make me do!

What punishment did he have in store me? I didn’t even dare to think about it but I couldn’t help it!