Chapter One Hundred Twenty One

Bye Felicia

My brother was walking Daisy, Savannah, and my aunt like dogs on a leash.

“Come on happy puppies,” Conner said patronizingly. “Who is the happy little puppy that wants to go for a walk?” he asked as he made them crawl naked in front of him.

“But I want to see April cry, Sir,” Savannah smiled over her shoulder at him as he prodded her forward with a hard blow with a crop on her tight ass. “This is going to be so worth it,” she ignored his commands.

“Bye-bye,” Tawny waved again – holding a towel around her naked body.

“See April – you’ve driven away everybody in your life; and Justin will get tired of you the way he will of being a white rapper. Just like he did when he wanted to be a Halo Professional Video Gamer, a golfer like Tiger Woods, and all the other things he is never going to be,” Jerry mused taking Felicia with him as he stood up to walk away from his wife.

“No, I mean Bye-Bye, Daddy,” Tawny dropped the towel to the sidewalk revealing her naked form.

“What the actual fuck?” I heard Savannah say in disbelief as if she spoke for everyone.

“I paid your half of the debt,” Jerry re-explained. “You can walk home naked if you want – but you are coming home with me,” he insisted.

“You’ll have to check with my Master,” Tawny put one arm around her brother’s shoulder and said, “Master Tyga tells me to go with you, then I’ll go with you, Sir,” she said to her father with a sweet kind of cruelty that bore him no malice or pity.

“What? Why?” Jerry insisted on an explanation. “I just paid a lot of fucking money to get you home,” he said.

“Well for one,” Tawny explained with a trace of baby talk, “we are going to Applebees – because it’s quitting time, and I don’t want to miss that,” she giggled. Her mother and Tyga both grinned appreciatively back at her. “Savannah also just got demoted to dog-beast and I want to see how that turns out – should be worth a laugh,” Tawny offered another facetious reason.

“Tyga, I mean Justin,” Jerry became flustered and quickly called his son by his real name instead of the nickname, “I can understand him not making the right choice – he is a moron, and won’t ever amount to much. He doesn’t know what is best for him. You are a good looking young lady with a lot going for you – you are going to throw all that away?” he confronted her.

“No,” Tawny said with a grin, “I just can get all of that without you – and I ain’t leaving my mom, Sir,” she declared confidently. I was actually genuinely proud of her – and for the first time actually liked Tawny.

Jerry was beside himself. He looked completely confused. In the many ways he probably ran through this scenario in his mind – he obviously hadn’t thought he’d leave here without his daughter.

“Daddy,” she told him, “since I was six years old you’ve been showing me off and telling your buddies I was going to grow up to be a Playboy model. You never thought I’d be much more than a pretty face on a nice set of tits,” she spoke from the heart – this wasn’t her usual mean-spirited jab designed just to hurt. “You think you can spread some of your coke money around and buy me off? You go on home and fuck Aunt Felicia and do a line or two – and I’ll be here with my brother helping mom pay off her debt,” she told him.

Felicia took Jerry by the arm and tried to get him to leave, but Jerry wasn’t done yet. He had one more card to play “Fine? That’s how you want it? Watch how quickly your mom turns on you,” he waved his hand towards Ted and said, “I want to switch things around – pay off April’s debt,” he told his wife that he had a big bag of pure cocaine at home and it was all hers.

April looked genuinely surprised and I could sense a big part of her wanted to go after the promise of cocaine. She was clearly addicted – and her husband was obviously a coke dealer.

“Gee, you know Jerry,” April sucked in some air as if she just saw him hit himself on the thumb with a hammer and felt sorry for him. “You probably shouldn’t mention that big bag of cocaine you have at home in front of Officer Fatboy,” she waved off the sheriff who was eating chicken.

“You ate all the fucking wings we had,” Ted observed that Fatboy had consumed every bit of meat that was left.

“There is two left if anybody wants some,” Fatboy licked his fingers and walked over to Jerry.

“Fatboy?” Jerry didn’t take the threat seriously. “He won’t do shit,” he laughed.

“Why is that, Jerry?” the Sheriff wiped the hot sauce from his chin with a napkin.

“You are on the take,” Jerry reminded him as if that should be obvious.

“That is some serious allegations, Jerry,” the Sheriff motioned to one of his deputies. “I have reason to believe you may be in possession of class A narcotics with intention to distribute, you have the right to remain silent – anything you say may be used in a court of law,” Fatboy read him his rights as one of the deputies put Jerry in handcuffs while he protested.

“Don’t worry Daddy,” Tawny waved at him “I’ve been in handcuffs all day – it’s really not so bad,” she smiled at him and waved Bye to him.

“Sucks to be you,” April waved at her husband while laughing and then added the most sarcastic “Sir” to her comment that I had heard since we started running this scam.

I was surprised that no one seemed even remotely concerned about Jerry being hauled off besides Jerry. “Just another day at the Buckman,” I heard one of the last people at the pool say with a sigh.

The look on the drug dealer’s face was priceless – it was all at one time betrayal, shock, confusion, and humiliation. He clearly had not pictured things going down like this when he came to gloat over his wife and tell her she just lost everything.

“You in on this with him?” the Sheriff asked Felicia to incriminate herself. Felicia didn’t say a word – she shook her head no and turned on her high heels to distance herself from Jerry.

Tawny and April waved “Bye Felicia!” as her sister fled back to the trailer. “Better have all my shit back in that trailer when I get home – EXACTLY where I left it,” April yelled as her sister walked briskly away from the pool – giggling with her daughter and high fiving.

The Sheriff loaded up Jerry and the other prisoners and tipped the brim of his hat to me, “Hope to see you at the club tonight – I’ll stop by around 11 or so to check on you and your mama,” he suggested I work the back room and with that took his leave of us.

Ted and Catfish secured the DJ booth and food cart before hustling us over to the golf cart without a shred of clothing on us.

“You are a stand up girl,” Savannah gave a rare compliment to Tawny before getting back on all fours with her mom and crawling over to the cart. The gravity of my cousin’s short little statement really seemed to have an effect on Tawny.

I saw the look on Tawny’s face as she stood quietly for a moment trying to process what just happened. She didn’t say anything sarcastic or even know how to respond to that.

I smiled at Tawny as well and told her that was a really decent thing to do. It may have been the first unselfish thing I had ever seen Tawny do and I am not even sure if Tawny realized what she had done until she stopped to think about it. She didn’t get much time to do it as her brother smacked her on the ass jovially and told her to line up.

“Fuck, if I had known you were all going to get cheesy on me I would have gone with Dad,” she declared, but I think she quietly liked not being despicable and greedy for a change. Then again – I could be an eternal optimist.

Ted brought everything back to him when he said, “You girls have lost your butt plugs and half of you don’t know where the fuck your bathing suits are.” He called us all irresponsible bitches as they lined us up two by two. “You tried to run this shit without men and now look at you girls? You’d lose your assholes if you weren’t so full of shit half the time,” Ted laughed hardest at his own jokes.

Savannah and Crystal were out front with Daisy on a leash. Ted wanted them to crawl all the way home – despite the fact that Savannah said that would kill her knees.

“Do guys stick their dick in your knees?” Ted asked her rhetorically, before pointing out that her knees meant very little to him in the grand scheme of things. “You are a dog – and if you don’t want to eat your food off the floor under the table in Applebee’s I want to see you two act like good little bitches,” he chuckled.

My brother found a long flaccid double dildo and told them it was a treat. “Open up, little doggies,” he teased and made them both wrap their mouths around each head of the dong. The double-sided dong sort of bounced and flopped as they crawled. “Such a sexy little breed of dog sluts,” Conner pet them on the top of their heads and called them good girls. “Wiggle your butts – that’s it, let’s see those tails wag,” he played with them almost like they were real dogs he was training.

Tawny and her mother were lined up next to each other. Conner showed Tyga how to tie them at the waist and wrap cord between their legs before hanging bells on their tits, pussy lips and putting cute little reindeer hats on their heads.

Mom and I were next behind them. Mom still hadn’t talked to me about what went on at the Landing Strip and wouldn’t make eye contact with me. She let Tyga and Conner tie her up – the cord between April’s legs being extended back to tie her in place and another rope tying her to me, with the scratchy rope extending between our legs and pressed hard against our pussy lips.

Next was a naked Cricket and Ryan. They were tied together like a team behind us.

Finally Angel was tied naked behind the golf cart. Ted said he didn’t want her running and her big ass could amuse Boogie who would no doubt be following us all the way home.

“On Donner, On Dancer, and Trixen – On Cricket, and Cuntlips and Fuckslut, and to all a merry, fucking night,” Ted cracked a whip on someone’s ass like a twisted version of jolly old Saint Nick; which signaled the order for us to move forward, wearing nothing but bells and reindeer hats.

“Am I going to have to teach you dumb fucks how to high step – it’s like you forget and have to be retrained every time?” Ted cajoled us to step high as we walked slowly through the trailer park jingle-jangling as we went.

I saw the boys who met Chicken earlier when she was on the way from her trailer on Seminole as we passed – all of them gave us a big “Ooooh” and ran alongside our cart – reminding me of some dolphins escorting a ship away from harbor.

Odd-Jobs, S.S. and Catfish were sitting in the electric cart with my brother talking among themselves. O.J. said he would finish the count when we got back to the trailer, but the split was going to be more than we made the day before. I had pulled in something like a thousand dollars the day earlier.

I looked over at mom eagerly but she didn’t want to return my gaze.

“Mom, what? Are you pissed I am going to work with you?” I whispered.

“No, it’s not that,” Mom was about to answer my question when Ted halted us with two merry cracks of his whip and a shout “Halt Cunts!”

We were already in front of Mark’s trailer on Seminole. Chicken was on all fours crawling around in the yard while her brother sat on the steps of the trailer laughing and throwing a ball for her to play fetch with him.

“Lloyd here?” Ted acted like a naked teenager was completely normal as he stopped our procession.

“He is in there fucking my momma,” Jake smiled and pointed over his shoulder with his thumb.

“Didn’t ask you that,” Ted responded bluntly and the teenager got up and went inside to call for his mom.

My brother wasted no time playing with Crystal and Savannah. He hopped out of the cart and adjusted their dildo trying to make them fight over it. “That’s it – tug of war, let’s see who can get it,” he teased as the two girls mockingly pulled on either end with their mouths.

“You still liking this?” Ted asked from the golf-cart to a pie-eyed Chicken who was watching my brother train the girls.

“RUFF!” Catfish responded playfully.

Ted asked if she was allowed to talk and after another bark and a couple of “yips” decided to play along with her while we waited for Joann to return Lloyd to us.

“Go on little doggies,” he prodded his wife with the end of the whip and motioned to Conner to bring them over. “Go on and smell each other’s asses – that’s how little doggies get to know one another,” Ted instructed. Conner popped their dildo out and used it to hit them on the butt as they crawled.

Crystal and Savannah crawled naked over to Chicken who presented her ass to them, waving it around in front of their faces. “Go on and really get your nose in there,” Conner used the end of the heavy latex dong to push his cousin’s head into the crack of Chicken’s ass.

She looked up at him in anger but then quickly gave him a “Grrrrrrrr.”

“That’s it, I like it,” Ted responded, noticing that there was lipstick on Savannah’s ass as the three girls took turns sniffing each other. “Really get in there and have a good whiff,” he laughed.

“I see you are having fun with my daughter?” We hadn’t noticed Joann opening the screen door on her steps. She stood leaning against the door in a very sexy negligee that enhanced her curves and showed off her big, bulging nipples.

“Joann Solomon,” Ted smiled at her, forgetting all about his rutting wife in the yard.

“Ted Gaylord,” Joann said his name with the same reverent tone he did – kind of mocking him.

“I haven’t seen you since the 10^th grade,” he smiled.

“When you used to peek in the girl’s shower in the locker room?” Joann smiled venomously back.

“I don’t recall you ever complaining about me looking if you knew it,” Ted flirted along with her.

“It don’t do no good to complain about what a Gaylord does if your high school is named for one of his Grandpappys,” she laughed.

“I thought it was named for old Brigadier General George Gordon,” Ted answered her with a puzzled expression.

“If you ever read that little plaque out front that Senior had dedicating a statue of him to the school – he traces his lineage to him from the civil war,” she explained like she was talking to one of her sons.

“I thought he just put that there to piss off the niggers that went there,” Ted laughed.

“That too,” she chuckled playfully, “Probably.”

I heard Angel laugh as well.

It was still very shocking to hear white people being openly racist and using a word like “Nigger” out in the open. It was a word I had been taught was to be considered filthier and more offensive than cunt or shit when said in public and never used. The people of the Buckman would ask why you are worried about it, unless you happen to be in “their” neighborhood though.

“You know, you were always the smart one,” Ted paid Joann another compliment – it was clear he had a long standing crush on her going back to High School days. I heard Crystal sigh as if she was getting sick of the sugary tone between the two of them.

“I wish I could say the same about you,” Joann answered him with a playful but sarcastic tone that made it obvious she might not exactly have the same crush on Ted.

“I’ll cut to the chase because I am taking all these bitches to Applebee’s tonight,” Ted paused as if that would impress Joann - It didn’t.

“Let me guess,” Joann stated as if reading his mind, “You want me to come work for you and rut around in the grass naked like a whore and you’ll make me rich beyond my wildest dreams?”

“Something like that,” Ted didn’t contest her words as he answered with a smirk.

“Honey,” Joann shook her head “I ain’t that hard up for Applebee’s,” she looked over her shoulder and shouted at Mater, or her brother Mark, “Although – I wouldn’t mind if SOMEONE took me there for a change.”

Lloyd had his jean shorts on as he wandered out of the trailer to slide past the slightly older, sexy woman in the doorway. She stopped him, ran her hands down his bare chest and then gave him a long, deep kiss, “Mmm, just how mama likes.”

“Hi Mom, Hi Savannah,” Lloyd waved at his naked mother and sister still crawling in the dirt.

“Hey Lloyd,” Savannah answered him back with her sassy redneck way of acting like something that was totally bizarre was totally normal.

“I’ll tie you and him up tonight –and you can fuck all night long,” Ted promised all the dick she could handle, free of charge.

“That’s so nice,” Joann laughed at his offer and pointed to the outline of her bald pussy under the skimpy black skirt of the negligee. “I’ve got one of these – so I can get all of those I need,” she pointed to the dong in my brother’s hand.

“Double sided dildos? Anyone can buy those if they got the money,” Conner shot back a zinger at the woman and she grimaced at him like she didn’t appreciate his standing on her point.

“The girls made 900 dollars EACH last night – and tonight they stand to make more than that when O.J. finishes the counting,” Ted stated rather plainly and there was a sudden quiet.

Chicken almost fell over she was so giddy. When she started to say something to her mom Joann demanded only barks and Chicken dutifully began to whine like a dog that needed to go pee.

Joann clearly seemed impressed but she played it off like it wasn’t that much.

“Baby,” she told Ted and I thought she was going to take his offer. “You already finished work for the night – so you going to give me a cut of that if I come to your place tonight?”

Ted shook his head no, but that she’d get to work tomorrow morning.

“Then come by tomorrow morning, sugar.” She closed the door on him before he could come up with something clever to say.

“That bitch,” Ted whispered under his breath.

I noticed Crystal looked genuinely jealous and somewhat annoyed.

“Oh don’t give me that look,” Ted told her as he let her stand up. “You sucked dicks all day and I didn’t say a word,” he sounded as if that was for Crystal’s pleasure and not his. “You bitches walk – Daisy too,” he told them that while it was cute watching them crawl, it was slowing everybody down waiting for their fat asses.

“Thank you Sir,” Savannah thanked Ted.

“I didn’t say to talk – I like the barking,” he made Savannah yip and bark like Chicken and that amused Chicken to no end watching the naked girl bark like a dog for Ted.

Ted had my brother tie Daisy up with Angel to the back of the golf cart. “I don’t know who has the fatter belly – you or Angel,” Ted said as Conner tied Crystal and Savannah together in the front – running a line between their legs to the girls behind them.

I heard Angel pouting about being called fat – but I think the insult was really intended for Daisy. I’d grown to find Ted’s digs on us kind of funny and almost endearing but sometimes he could really play with our self-esteem. I think in some ways though – that was what drove Angel to continue to try to please him. I wondered if that was what was happening with me on some level too.

When Lloyd asked where he would be tied, Ted at first said he didn’t give a fuck and almost let him ride on the cart with the other men. “That’s right – you want to be a fuck slut, so you walk.”

“Yes, sir!” Lloyd answered enthusiastically. He had a tremendous amount of endurance for sure. He whipped his jean shorts off and stripped naked without a second thought – wearing only a dog collar and a small butt plug in his tight, muscular ass.

“Fine, tie him up behind his sister - dick to butt,” Ted said at first but quickly changed his mind. “Nah, I want access to my dog’s ass on the way home – tie him dick to butt to Pussy Boy.”

He asked Pussy Boy if he would get hard with Lloyd’s manly body pressed up against him and his rugged breath down his neck.

“Probably Sir, wouldn’t you?” Ryan answered back without complaint in his sarcastic but fervent manner.

“You know – I am going to break you Pussy boy,” Ted said as Tyga and Ryan both tied the two guys together. Lloyd stood a lot taller than Ryan, so things didn’t line up just right – but Ted was satisfied humiliating Ryan in front of me by making him walk with another man tailing him and pressed up against his flesh.

While that was going on it gave me another chance to talk to my mom.

“Look, mom.” I tried to get a whisper out to her but she cut me off.

“Just work the front room. You’ll have to give hand jobs and suck cocks; and whatever you do, don’t drink anything from the bar,” she warned me.

“Does dad... I mean is Dad there?” I asked. The curiosity was killing me. If he did – then I would have been relieved on some level. It meant that he couldn’t really be all that mad at me for what I was doing. Then again – he was an adult and I wasn’t.

If he didn’t – then that meant he would be shocked and disgusted with me if he found out what we were doing? He may leave mom? I was asking two questions for every single one I speculated an answer on. If he didn’t work there, then what did Fatboy mean when he said Mike missed her?

Ted cracked his whip hard enough against my ass that I hopped up slightly and my tits bounced – causing Jake and Chicken to both laugh. “Stick that Dildo in your mom and sister’s mouth – they talk too damned much. Don’t you bitches ever get tired of telling lies and flapping your gums all day?” he asked rhetorically as my brother forced the fat dildo into my mouth.

It worked perfectly as a gag – being the thickest cock I had ever had in my mouth. I couldn’t get my jaw all the way open as the side of it was crammed in between my parted lips. I could already feel the spit dripping down my chin and on to my tits before we were ready to leave.

I felt so stupid – and like a dumb whore we waited beneath the setting Buckman sun completely naked; tied up to one another with our hands behind us, rope between our legs and around our tits, and bells jingling from our clits and nipples.

“We be jinglin’ baby!” Ted cracked the whip and told us to “Giddyap.” I heard the boom box crank up an old classic rock song and it wasn’t long before Boogie’s white van appeared right on schedule to follow us and honk his horn while urging us on.

The run through the Buckman was long and slow – and painfully humiliating. The radio ensured people knew we were coming; and by now many more people were sitting out on the patio or standing on their lawn to watch us come by.

Some would be discrete and pretend to be watering their lawn, while others were hooping and hollering while downing beers and ogling us. Bleach-blonde trailer skanks in spandex, golf hat wearing old men in suspenders with their pants cinched up to their belly button, Rednecks in denim and trucker caps with grease stains up to their chest – the people of the Buckman turned out to watch and holler at us.

People with sideways teeth and fucked up haircuts stood on their lawns laughing and pointing at us! We were the oddities – the freaks, the laughing stock of the trailer park to them.

Jiggling tits and asses – some thought we were sexy, but most treated us like a joke. A dirty, perverted joke – but something to laugh at.

Some threw bottles or cups full of liquid at us. One even hit Cricket square in the head.

Her hands were tied behind her back but she actually took it well, “Hey – sweet tea!” she announced gaily as it dripped down her oddly sloped boobs and obscenely elongated nipples.

Mom and I had the big 18 inch dildo in our mouths – each of us holding up one end of it. Mom hustled and kept her chin up as we made our way through the byzantine labyrinth of trailers and trucks.

There were neighborhoods that were primarily Mexican. An old man they called “Poppy” stood out on his lawn. He reminded me of a Chihuahua, but one that was tough enough to bite if you pissed him off. He wore a white tank top and cinched up white pants. There were several young men and women in his garage – and it looked like they may not let us pass until he walked out laughing.

“Que Onda Guero?” Poppy addressed Ted as he walked out to meet us. “You have some nerve coming down Surenos Avenue like this,” he said as he checked us out from head to toe.

“Whoa,” Ted stopped the cart like we were real high-stepping ponies and clicked his teeth twice. “Hey Poppy – I …uh…How you been man,” he laughed it off, but I think he hadn’t intended to come down this street at all – and certainly didn’t expect to run into this Gentlemen along the way.

“It’s not often we get a visit from Odd-Jobs, S.S. and a Gaylord all at one time,” the little old man spoke in a dramatic way that sounded very tough. I noticed tattoos all up and down his arms, including a cobweb on his elbow and a faded tear drop under his eye.

“You get late on the rent and you’ll get a visit from Ted – he is going to be the new park manager after this weekend,” Odd-Jobs said with pleasure.

“What? Ted Gaylord?” Poppy asked in disbelief – making it clear he didn’t think Ted could handle the job. “You going to bring these naked bitches to collect the rent? Maybe I be a little late on the rent sometimes – you know what I mean, mang?” Poppy looked over his shoulder to his boys in the garage and they laughed as if on cue.

There were young men and women seated near the covered drive-way by the trailer in lawn chairs where it seemed like Poppy had been holding court. They were waiting for him to return and snickering at us. I noticed right away two girls who looked like twins – both with long dark hair and their arms folded smugly.

“I thought I’d invite you down to the pool tomorrow – come pay me a visit and I’ll give you a special rate?” Ted took the opportunity to seem magnanimous.

Poppy considered him for a long while – appearing very offended to have been given that offer. “You know man? I was running whores with Senior when you weren’t but a squirt of cum in your Daddy’s dick,” Poppy said very seriously.

The two girls laughed the loudest of poppy’s entourage – even though they were seated about twenty or thirty feet away, they were clearly listening to our conversation and checking us out.

“I am sorry, Poppy – I didn’t mean to offend,” Ted quickly started to reel back in his offer and back pedal, but Poppy stopped him with a laugh.

“I am just busting your balls, Me vale madres! Culero!” he reached up and pinched Ted’s cheeks hard. “You say hi to Senior when you see him. Tell him Poppy is still kicking – maybe he can give me a phone call every once in a while?”

“I will, I will Poppy,” Ted sounded relieved. “I see your daughter’s grew up to look pretty nice!” Ted addressed Poppy and looked directly at the two dark haired beauties who had very judgmental looks on their face. They were probably a little older than me – but they seemed so much more mature.

“Te crees muy muy. – you have some puta now, I see,” Poppy ignored Ted’s comment – which seemed to be a silent way of dropping the signal that HIS daughters were off limits but we were not. He grabbed my mother’s left tit and gave it a hard squeeze. “Very good quality – this one I like,” he suggested Ted come inside his trailer. “I’ve some younger meat than this – you want to make a few trades?”

“You bring them by the pool tomorrow?” Ted asked him shrewdly – looking at the two daughters.

“Hah, in your dreams, Cholo,” one of Poppy’s daughters waved her hand dismissively.

The other one directed her comment at Tawny, “Only reason we’d come down to the skankfest at the pool is to finish the job our cousin started!”

I could see out of the corner of my eye that Tawny had no comeback for that. They must have been related to the girl who had kicked Tawny’s ass the previous day over a Facebook spat.

“That’s a pity – you could make some money,” Ted ignored their annoyed refusal and smiled – despite knowing they were not biting.

“I run some girls,” Poppy admitted, adding, “Not like the old days – not like this...” he inspected my pink collar and touched my hair. “My daughters are going to college though – they aren’t down for that. Unless, you want to have to remove Poppy’s boot from each and every one of your asses – you won’t bring it up again,” the small old man’s threat was quiet and yet surprisingly effective.

Ted didn’t say another word as he ordered us to continue our procession through the park while Poppy’s crew laughed at our sudden departure.

“You in a hurry? No Hay Bronca! Come back and I have my wife make for you something nice to eat,” Poppy could make even an offer of food sound like a threat of some kind. He was a dangerous man despite weighing less than me and being about as tall as Conner.

“Th-thank you Poppy,” Ted whipped us and urged us onward down the street. He didn’t want to discuss or even think about saying anything more to the man – he had been dressed down and just wanted to leave as quickly as we had arrived.

“Tha-Tha-Thank You Poppy, I am so skeered!!” Savannah mocked Ted loud enough that I could hear her and I giggled. I heard the other girls – especially Tawny join in the laughter.

When he popped her ass right in the middle of her ass crack with the whip – I knew it was loud enough for HIM to hear it as well. “You must like being a doggy – don’t push my buttons girl,” Ted warned her.

Savannah bark-laughed – enjoying getting under her step-dad’s skin as we turned another corner.

Tawny paid Savannah a delighted compliment, “So worth it!”

Savannah paid Tawny a compliment of her own by not responding with a rude, sarcastic zinger and I smiled that the two seemed to be bonding in the way only two pretty young bitches can – with quiet mutual respect.

Something I had noticed had happened between Tawny’s mother and my Aunt Crystal as well – the two had been at each other’s throats with claws out, but seemed to have a growing quiet respect for one another – but then that could just be because they had so many cocks down their throat all day they had no time for the petty posturing between one another – and would be back at it when the first opportunity arouse.

I quietly imagined what it would be like tonight as the family rested and recovered at the restaurant. I wondered if Crystal and Tawny would sit, legs apart, in slutty outfits to please Ted and behave like good little slaves; or if they would get drunk on Margaritas and be back to their old selves. I chastised myself for secretly wanting to go with them now and fantasizing about it.

Something about the Sheriff’s mention of my father’s name had put the fear of the unknown in me something awful. I silently reminded myself that if Mom could do it – then I could and SHOULD as well. I resolved to stop thinking about what they would do tonight and stay focused on the task at hand – getting home and to a strip club with my mother!

Ted was clearly slightly lost as he was taking us a different way than before. I looked for old man Willy and Candy’s street, but we never passed them. Ted wasn’t the kind of guy to admit he was really lost – so we pressed on down unfamiliar streets and faces –completely naked in front of strangers. It was humiliation at its absolutely purest essence. Parts of me I would never have exposed before coming to the Buckman were bared and on display for anyone who wanted to take photographs; and yell shaming and humiliating names at us; and for lurking and disgusting perverts of all ages to stare at me as I high stepped with my mother, tits jiggling and bouncing as we went down side street after side street.

Kids my age ran past our cart taking the opportunity to pinch our ass, or for the boldest our tits, while some rode alongside us on their bikes and flashed picture after picture with cell phones. I’m sure that they were sending them to their friends on Facebook or some other social media. Old women booed at us, called us sluts, skanks, and whores; which I guess we were and gave us the stink eye. One slutty woman even flashed her tits at us as we ran past her house.

“Aren’t you going to drop me off at my place, Sir?” Angel asked when there was a lull in the music as we were only a few trailers from Crystal’s place on Glory Hill. “Daddy said...”

Ted turned to her and told her to let HIM worry about her father. Ted had indeed promised something about bringing her back after she made some money.

“You are supposed to report on what a good girl I was – and if you could say that I wasn’t a nigger fucker?”

Ted stopped the cart and reminded her that she did fuck niggers today.

“I only sucked their dicks, Sir – I didn’t let them fuck my ass or pussy,” she reminded him with the kind of pout that suggested she was hurt he was finding fault with her.

“You would have if I had told you to though,” Ted reminded her.

“Well, I would have had to – because Daddy said to do whatever you say.” She was being whiny as she whipped her golden blonde hair out of her face by tossing it back over her neck. She felt completely vindicated and justified that she had done nothing wrong.

“Ted got us fucking lost and we missed your damned street, okay Angel?” Savannah stomped a foot anxious to finish the long, sweaty trip home. The cord between my legs was sawing away at my pussy lips and the discomfort of the same rope tied around my tits was keeping them aroused and swollen.

Angel’s own tits were dripping with milk as she received the same treatment.

Ted clearly didn’t want to admit he had taken a wrong turn even when Savannah mocked him. “I need to check on Maw-Maw; and then we’ll drop your trifling ass at your trailer – but you don’t get no Applebee’s!” he reminded her.

“Ooh, you think Daddy would let me come get Applebee’s?” she cooed, as if going to Applebee’s was the biggest treat in the world. Of course compared to Buckman standards, Applebee’s was no mere treat, it was right up there with the world’s best 5 star restaurants as far as the residents were concerned.

“What is it with you people and fucking Applebee’s?” I said it before I realized I had opened my mouth and let go of the fat double-pronged dildo in my mouth – slobber cascaded down all over my chin and continued dripping down to my tits as the dildo dropped to the ground as I spoke. “You act like it’s the fucking best restaurant there ever was. It’s nothing more than a mediocre chain restaurant!”

“Well, yeah!” Savannah confronted me right back as if she couldn’t see what I was saying. “We don’t have fucking high falutin’ Macaroni Grill or whatever Lawdee-dah restaurant y’all think is just swell up in Cherry Lawn Estates,” she chided me for my outburst.

“Sorry,” I said feeling embarrassed of my outburst.

“No shiz,” Savannah shrugged, “We are all a little tired – we fucked and sucked a lot of dicks today, Girlfriend.” Surprisingly she seemed to be understanding and forgiving.

“You did,” Ted reminded us though that discipline was in force until he said it wasn’t.

“You were supposed to keep that dildo in your fat mouth until you got home, but you just couldn’t,” he reminded me with a whip to my thigh.

“Sorry Sir,” I said as I bent down to instinctively – whether it was to receive the whipping or just to pick up the dildo I cannot say but perhaps it was both. I made no secret of exposing my bare ass to him as I opened my mouth to scoop up the dildo – dusty, covered in gravel and my own juices.

Just the thought of doing something so demeaning and so openly sexually submissive yet degrading made my stomach churn and may have made me gag – had it been the week prior. I smiled up at Ted and pleaded for him not to whip me with a whimper while fully expecting his wrath upon my bare, exposed ass. Spit dribbled down my chin as I tried to push gravel away and out of my mouth with my tongue.

“A little late now to be sorry,” Ted told me to remind him to punish me later. “We’ve got to get you sluts dolled up for Applebee’s or the Landing Strip,” Ted urged us forward toward the trailer. He clearly didn’t expect me to actually remind him – but he wanted to make sure to at least to tell me to do so.

The sun had almost set by this point – it was a lovely reddish orange to a yellow, with clouds scattered just on the horizon, as the ember of the summer sun was starting to fade in the distance. Mr. Sanderson was standing off to the side walking his dog quietly.

“Girls, say hello to Mr. Sanderson and get in your position,” Ted was speaking mainly to Savannah and Crystal as he chuckled at the dirty old neighbor who wasn’t fooling anyone by pretending not to notice us.

“Hell-O, Mistah Sandah-Sun,” Crystal and Savannah’s greeting was drawn out and humorous, like one might say to their homeroom teacher at the start of class.

“Well..., Hello Mrs. Danville,” Mr. Sanderson couldn’t look at them directly without getting even more embarrassed, addressing a hello to Savannah as well.

My brother hopped out with Tyga and began untying the women in the first row and moving backwards through the ranks.

I could see Maw-Maw was still bound to the clothing line in the yard – completely naked. She had a baseball bat stuffed up her ass, words written all over her, and was missing her false teeth.

“Hello Suh,” she mumbled with an open mouth – looking a lot like Cricket’s mom as she spoke without any teeth.

Gene, Damian, Sarah, and Nelly Jr. were playing on her like she was a pair of monkey bars. Damian was underneath Maw-Maw’s legs pulling on her pussy lips and stretching them out to hold himself off the ground while his brother climbed on her back. Sarah was twisting the bat and playing with a naked Barbie, while Nelly Jr. played with one of her massive, milky titties.

“How was it today?” Ted asked his mother casually as he and Catfish started unloading the golf-cart.

“Splemdiff...” Maw-Maw started to use a big word, but stopped herself while spraying slobber as she struggled to talk without her false teeth. “It was good to serff…and obey again – I miffed it, Suh.”

“Where is your teeth, woman?” Odd-Jobs helped pull some things off the cart as well.

“In my puffy, Suh!” Maw-Maw admitted awkwardly.

“Puffy?” Odd-Jobs asked her to speak more clearly – ignoring the kids hanging on her body.

“Cunff, Suh,” Maw-Maw explained.

“Why didn’t you say so the first time?” Odd-Jobs asked rhetorically and told Damian to reach into his Gramma’s cunt and give her back her false teeth.

He made a face of disgust.

“Don’t tell me you have been pulling on her pussy lips all fucking day and it wasn’t you who put the damned things up there to begin with?” Odd-Jobs wasn’t buying Damian’s reluctance.

The boy reached into her pussy with his entire hand and pulled out a pair of chompers. He teased them in front of her face without wiping them off and made her open her mouth and bite for them a few times before stuffing them into place.

“Thank you, Sir,” Maw-Maw thanked her grandson clearly and without a trace of malice. Then addressed Odd-Jobs, “May I unload the cart for you, Master?” she reminded him that he should not have to do heavy labor, “That’s for your whores to do – go in and relax, Sir.”

“Nah, I like you tied up out here,” Odd-Jobs didn’t stop working on the cart as he and S.S. passed some heavy equipment to Lloyd to carry.

“As you wish, Master – I am glad I amuse you like this,” she said.

“You do,” Odd-Jobs told her that he’d like to leave her outside for seven days straight, “Rain or shine – how do you feel about that?”

“Mr. Sanderson’s wife may not like it, Master,” Maw-Maw answered submissively and sweetly putting up no objection.

“I didn’t ask that,” O.J. told Gene to slap his grandmother’s titties for him, “My hands are full,” and Gene dutifully gave her a giant smack, causing her gargantuan right tit to jiggle.

“Sorry Master,” Maw-Maw tried to explain that she was trying to put others’ needs before her own, but O.J. had Gene give another slap to the other tit and told her that he didn’t ask why she fucked up.

“I asked you a question – a simple question, and you’ve forgotten all your training obviously, because you’ve made me ask it again and you know I don’t like to do that,” he said.

“I am so sorry, Master- that I have. I am a stupid cow, Sir – it’s been ages since I was in training and seven days in the yard would help educate me on my place. I would appreciate the opportunity to prove my obedience this way, but with no one home during the day to cook or clean for the kids they may go hungry, Sir,” she graciously offered.

“What about Meth-Head Bill?” Ted looked over his shoulder at Maw-Maw without demonstrating any sympathy for her.

“Daddy was sleeping all day,” Sarah said he told them he was depressed and didn’t want to be bothered any more.

“That fucking shit, living under my roof and can’t even help around here,” Ted cussed under his breath and sent Gene in to rouse his father and bring him out.

At this point, Daisy, Crystal, and Savannah were now on all fours with leashes around their necks being held by Conner, as he untied the other girls.

“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!” flat-chested Sarah came running over wearing a thin t-shirt and red shorts to greet her mother with her arms open wide. “Why are you on the floor?” She offered her mother a chocolate bar that had been melting between her fingers and Daisy greedily gobbled it down without so much as a thank you to her daughter.

“She is a doggy from now on,” Ted informed his niece that Crystal and Savannah were dogs just for tonight. Damian and Sarah giggled at that news and danced around Daisy’s naked body as she looked defeated. “Mr. Sanderson – can my doggies smell your dog’s butt? That’s how they get to know each other,” Ted asked, but before he could get an answer the screen door swung open and a surly, freshly woken Bill tromped outside.

“What?” Bill was wiping the sleep out of his eyes. When he saw Daisy on the ground down at the bottom of the steps on a leash held by my brother, he scratched his head; and then his ass, and looked around smacking his lips together like he just got up from a hard sleep.

“Jesus, Daisy!” Bill was startled when he realized the tan woman with big bare breasts crawling at his feet was his wife. “What the shit?” he was stunned – almost as if he didn’t realize what we had been doing all day.

Ted kicked her in the ass and ordered her to answer him.

“I don’t rightly know, Bill.” Daisy hadn’t spoken in so long, since before we left the pool, that her voice was scratchy and cracked. I am sure the fact she was overly embarrassed in front of the man she used to cuckold didn’t help. Ted kicked her in the ass again to remind her of her place.

“I am sorry, Sir – you see it’s..., I guess..., well..., Maw-Maw said..., and see..., I mean I lost the bet, and...” Daisy seemed confused – unwilling to speak about why she had endured this all day.

“Master, may I explain something to Bill, please? That may clarify what my daughter is trying to say?” Maw-Maw said, while Gene hopped on her back, causing her to groan and shift slightly to take his weight on her bare flesh.

“Yes, you may,” Odd-Jobs seemed amused.

“No offense, Bill,” Maw-Maw began by telling him that he was a worthless piece of shit. “If not for your connection to my daughter, I would have asked Master to tie you into a sack and throw you off the Buckman bridge.” There was something so matter of fact about what she said that she didn’t sound like she was joking.

I noticed something else – she wasn’t using big words either.

“I am a master and you are a slave!” Bill snarled, but in a way that was hardly believable.

“No, you aren’t, Son,” Maw-Maw shot him down without a hint of submissiveness in her voice. “You aren’t anything. You have two choices and I want you to make it right now. You can get off this property, never to return and never to bother my daughter and I again, or you can begin instruction immediately and join Daisy in submission.”

Bill was lazy and not very bright – and he was a coward. He wasn’t even considering the second option, but he was making no move to leave.

“You see my daughter is lazy, and she thinks of only herself. She is rotten to the core – stingy with her time, approval, body, and affection to me, to her brother, to her kids, to the people who matter. I don’t think she is capable of love – I don’t see her as being a good daughter, friend, girlfriend, wife, or sister – she is incapable of these things. She has been demoted to the household position of dog- a house pet. There she will remain until she learns even a modicum...I mean an ounce of respect for her betters. She must have discipline, and she will have discipline. Master will see to that – and so will you, if you stay,” she explained.

“Fuck that,” Bill answered dismissively – waving his arms as if he were canceling out some kind of transaction by declaring things to be over.

“Before you walk away,” Maw-Maw made no pretense of calling him Sir – to her he was less than nothing. She repeated when he stopped, “Before you walk away from your kids, from your wife – you should know that Daisy earns a substantial amount of money – that will be available to her after she completes her training and stands to fully inherit a large portion of Senior Gaylord’s money if she accepts the role laid out for her – if you accept the role laid out for you, then you will as well,” Maw-Maw said shrewdly.

“What role is that?” Bill asked skeptically with his back to her.

“The role you were born to and have been filling for my daughter for years – that of a cuckold,” she could see that he didn’t understand the term and silently chided herself for choosing a slightly big word. “You will be a step-and-fetch, a servant,” she explained.

“Get down on all fours and rut around like a dog?” Bill was not having any of that – his body language suggested that he stopped listening.

“No, silly boy – no one wants to see you do that, or has the patience for that sort of training. That would be more amusing for a handsome young buck like Lloyd,” she smiled at Lloyd who got on all fours like his sister and started run-crawling around Zeus and Ares dog pen friskily playing with them.

She explained that she would be outside for the next week and possibly longer. The children needed food and tending and he would be trained as a domestic. “You will wear an apron and learn proper protocol on a schedule. You will milk me on a regular basis to feed the baby and probably get to wash down the slaves when they finish for the evening.”

“I may even let you fuck Daisy after she’s had about a thousand dicks that day,” Ted laughed approvingly of the position being offered to Bill.

“What should I do, Daisy?” Bill looked down at his wife on all fours – covered in welts, bruises, dirty words, and cum stains –clearly looking thoroughly submissive.

“You should do it, Sir,” Daisy politely explained to him that it was the best offer he had going, if he didn’t want to sleep in the streets; without mentioning leaving would also separate him from his kids.

“Daddy has to get naked?” Sarah giggled in a celebratory fashion while twirling around and doing cart wheels as her brothers laughed at their father. I wasn’t sure if he was the biological father for all of them, but I got the impression that at least Damian and Sarah were genetically his.

“Fuck this,” Bill was ready to walk away when Daisy told him through gritted teeth to get his pants off and do what he was told. She reminded me of a mama bear and you didn’t want to anger this mama bear.

Bill was still spewing excuses as he stepped out of his black skinny jeans and stained t-shirt in front of the family in the yard, revealing his pale skinny body. “There is an apron in there and a collar for you – you’ll wear those from now on at all times,” Maw-Maw sounded disgusted with him as his dick flopped half-erect over a bed of dark pubic hair. “Naturally, not when you are bathing or cleaning the girls – and you’ll learn to groom yourself, clean your fingernails, wipe your dirty ass, shave those pubes.”

His kids lit up with laughter as Bill surrendered his dignity and manhood at the door to Crystal’s trailer. “Daddy’s dingaling is smaller than mine!” Damian observed.

“It’s cold out!” Bill answered him defensively and tried to cup his dick.

“Take your hands off your cock – you have no reason to hide. We’ve all seen dicks before,” Maw-Maw instructed Bill forcefully and waited for him to comply before reminding him he would say Sir and Ma’am to his betters.

Bill didn’t look particularly willing to agree but he wasn’t brave enough to put up a fight and argue either.

Odd-Jobs told him he would listen to Maw-Maw’s instructions and he would be punished if he deviated in the least from them- explaining that he would learn the proper protocols and behaviors, or he would suffer the consequences. He reminded Bill that they had cameras all around the place and sent him inside to clean up.

He walked in the trailer with his shoulders slumped down and his head hanging down. He started to head back to his bedroom, but we could see in through the windows of the living room since they had made modifications to the trailer, so he stopped when Odd-Jobs yelled, “We can see you, Bill – get to cleaning”.

“There is something else, Master?” Maw-Maw asked for permission from Odd-Jobs to continue talking. She asked how her daughter did and Ted told her that she was a major pain in the ass, and despite being a dog most of the day she would roll her eyes, be reluctant to behave and sneer a lot.

“So make me stand outside for seven days then, Sir,” Daisy’s suggestion sounded a lot like she thought it was something of a vacation. “I am sure I could learn from Maw-Maw and help Bill become a better..uh cuckold?” she quickly tried to save face on the flippant suggestion by making it sound like she had been serious.

“Your husband will get the training he needs from someone who already understands obedience,” Maw-Maw assured her daughter and told Daisy to come over to her where she could see her.

There was a chrome bowl between Maw-Maw’s legs where she had pissed and shit during the day and Maw-Maw had her crawl until her face was right up on it.

“You know when Senior started his program, there was one role that he used to break in new girls,” Maw-Maw explained and Odd-Jobs began nodding his head approvingly.

“They would come to the ranch expecting to get rich and make their own rules – to set their own boundaries, and they didn’t understand that Senior was really the boss and they belonged to him. There were some girls who needed it more than others, but eventually we all had to do it,” she said with a look of seriousness.

“What is it?” Daisy grunted out the question but Maw-Maw told her that her impatience was another sign she needed this new form of training. “It can’t be worse than what I have been doing,” Daisy arrogantly predicted she could handle whatever was sent her way.

“You lack so much imagination, my child,” Maw-Maw looked at her daughter with pity for the first time since she started serving, while Daisy’s kids laughed at their mom. “You know so little and yet speak so much – It’s really a flaw of yours. There are so many ways things could be much harder and you must give your brother time to show you each and every one of them.”

“I am sure he will,” Daisy answered reluctantly with the roll of her eyes carrying in her words.

“You are going to get her tattoo tonight, Master?” she asked Odd-Jobs and he nodded, stating that he would, right after dinner if the place was still open.

“Then it’s time to break you in properly, Daisy,” she explained that her daughter needed to be a step down or one level lower than Dog.

“HOG?” Gene asked playfully and Maw-Maw told him that was a clever idea, but no.

“Should they really be hearing this, Ma’am?” Daisy acknowledged her mother’s authority by calling her Ma’am and appealed to her not to tell her kids whatever this entailed.

“They heard you and Bill fighting like cats and dogs, they heard Bill spending your food and rent money on crystal meth. They’ve seen you performing as a dog and they’ve pulled on my tits, stuck things up my ass, and tortured my pussy all day long – I think what I have to say won’t shock them – too much, do you?”

“No, Ma’am...,” Daisy put her head down in shame while remaining on all fours. Damian ran around behind his mom winding up his foot and pretended to kick her ass to amuse Gene and Sarah.

“Go ahead and give it a kick like this,” Ted put a boot hard to his sister’s ass; and that made Damian giggle manically, while his sister and brother laughed from on top of their Grandma’s back.

I barely noticed my brother tickling my clit as he untied me from mom. “Thank you, Sir,” I was so caught up in what was going on with Daisy that I barely even noticed him unwrapping my boobs and releasing my arms from behind my back. He shrugged and did it to mom as well – it was now normal and expected, at least for me. I didn’t get that strange chill up my spine when my brother touched me. It felt really like he was my handler and this is what handlers do!

Maw-Maw instructed Daisy that she was not to call her Ma’am. That was a name for proper ladies and that, even though she was allowed to offer instruction and discipline – that she was just a useless cunt like her own daughter and was to be called Maw-Maw or Maureen from now on.

“Can I call you that too Gram-maw-maw?” Sarah asked in a cutsie-pie baby voice that was way too young for her and obviously fake. I noticed the young girl had cherry kool-aid stains around her lips and a floppy pink hat with sock-like rabbit ears flopping down the sides playfully.

“You are allowed to call me anything from bitch to fart face, Ma’am,” Maw-Maw gently told her amused grand-daughter.

“I called you fart-face all day!” Sarah admitted like a rotten little stinker suddenly dropping the baby talk.

“You tried farting in my face all day too, Ma’am,” Maw-Maw reminded her patiently, with a slightly annoyed but tolerant look at the girl. She felt it was certainly Sarah’s right to do it – but she didn’t have to actively love it.

“Yes, but I couldn’t hang off your neck without falling in order to get my butt in your face; and you wouldn’t bend down,” Sarah said, going in and out of the cutsie-voice.

“That’s because Maw-Maw is tied up to the clothing line, Ma’am – do you mind if I address your mother, because I think she is anxious to find out her new role?” Maw-Maw asked with the patience of a saint and was given permission by her wicked grand-daughter.

“We had a role that was designed to correct piss-poor attitudes and shitty behaviors – quiet literally,” Maw-Maw mused that this was going to be a return to a classic training. “I see no reason to change methods that have been proven to work – do you?”

Even though the question seemed rhetorical, she made her daughter agree before she would continue. I had noticed in grifts it was often important to make the participant agree, or feel like he was agreeing, in order to get him to agree to participate and wondered if this was one of those times.

“You will be a bottom feeder – you have three holes and they will be used like a garbage disposal. You will eat whatever no one else wants,” Maw-Maw explained bluntly.

Daisy didn’t seem all that concerned about that, pointing out she was hungry enough to appreciate anything right now. That may have been her trying to stoically out-grift her mother and call her bluff or make the new training seem not all that effective on getting her goat.

“You will be walking plumbing – you will serve as urinal and toilet,” the words sounded hard on my ears and I could almost sense Daisy’s dark heart beating out of her chest. “You will spend a lot of time tied up with a funnel in your mouth – you will learn to accept piss in your asshole and pussy. You will consume every drop, without spilling any, as if it were the most precious thing,” Maw-Maw said quite seriously; as Gene, Damian, and Sarah echoed how gross and disgusting that was.

This was no grift – Maw Maw was laying down the law. I heard several gasps from girls who had done unspeakably disgusting things all day with strangers. Even they were shocked by this and Daisy was no exception. Her face betrayed her, with a look that was a mixture of defiant disgust and stubborn refusal.

Maw-Maw was unmoved by the gasps and continued to explain the role in greater detail.

“You will learn to gargle it – to have your tits pumped and then gargle the milk, with cum, sweat, snot, and piss; and not wretch, or make a face – but lick your lips and ask for more,” Maw-Maw promised she would be in this role until she accepted and learned her place.

“You’ve done this?” Daisy asked skeptically.

“Honey,” Maw-Maw seemed annoyed to even be questioned. “I spent an entire summer this way after 11^th grade because I talked back to my father one time – but there were some girls who ASKED to become human toilets and learned to live that way.” Maw-Maw explained that they had grown so used to the treatment that they became living furniture. “There is something very zen and meditative about it.”

“Like hell!” Daisy sounded absolutely scared and I could hear Savannah giggle.

Ted turned to Mr. Sanderson and asked if he would like to take Chrystal and Savannah for a walk.

“What?” Mr. Sanderson asked as if very shocked at the mere suggestion.

“Exactly what I said – take the two of them for a walk around the block and let them piss and shit like good little beasts. You guys want to go for a walk?” he asked Crystal and Savannah excitedly, “Happy little puppies want to go for walkies? That’s a good little beast,” he ran his fingers over Crystal’s bare pussy.

“I don’t know if I could,” Mr. Sanderson was nervous.

“I know that you can – because I am giving you permission. The question is will you or won’t you? If not, I’ll have to send Ryan, and he doesn’t have the balls to handle them properly. They’ll shit all over people’s lawns. Can you be a sport and take them for a walk?” Ted asked bluntly.

“I mean, uh this is highly irregular,” Sanderson was beside himself to be put on the spot. “I suppose if they don’t mind?”

“No, I don’t mind being walked naked on my hands and knees around my street while an old man looks at my pussy and makes me piss on people’s rose bushes, why would I, Sir?” sarcasm dripped from Savannah’s mouth.

Maw-Maw reminded Savannah that there were worse things than being a dog and Savannah quickly brushed up against Mr. Sanderson’s leg with her side and begged him to take her for a walk – which he did, along with his own little fluffy dog.

“The neighbors will love this,” I heard Savannah say as he walked her down the street in the opposite direction of his own trailer – no doubt to avoid his wife.

“Happy little barks, Savannah! That’s it,” Ted waved bye and she arfed a goodbye of her own.

Maw-Maw on the other hand was telling Daisy the ins and outs of the role, but gave her a choice.

“Your training as a toilet can begin immediately –starting with my bowl,” Maw-Maw was very serious as she explained that when eating shit it’s best not to nibble. “You should chew, chew, swallow –and take another bite, chew, chew swallow – never nibble. It makes it go down much easier.” She said she learned that from a very wise man and she would have never made it through the summer as a nibbler.

“What’s the other choice, Maureen?” Daisy calling her mother by her first name sounded so odd and unusual.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take a bite first in order to see if you would just rather be a toilet? No, of course not – you are a coward, why did I think otherwise,” Maw-Maw said dismissively before explaining the alternative.

“Sarah will enter the family business when she is a little older and has some tits to speak of,” Maw-Maw said very bluntly.

Sarah puffed out her lips and punched Maw-Maw in the belly with a fist while her brother’s laughed at her.

“It’s not a secret, Sarah; and you should know that your brother’s will also be handlers when they show enough maturity like Master Conner and... I am sorry, what’s your name, sir?” she called over to Tyga.

“Master Tyga,” Justin introduced himself with an odd bow and then stood back up –folding his arms across his chest before bumping his chest and sticking out his fist while nodding his head “much love”.

“Yes, well it is a pleasure Master Tyga,” Maw-Maw politely addressed the young boy without disrespecting him – a feat that I thought may be hard for her, given how easy that would be.

“That’s not fair!” Sarah pouted angrily and punched Maw-Maw again.

“Life isn’t fair, Ma’am,” Maw-Maw asked her to just accept it. “Your mother and Bill should have taught you that. The sooner you accept that fact – the sooner you can seek new opportunities instead of waiting around for the ones you feel you deserve. A lesson I should have taught my own children and a reason I am tied up in the yard as an act of repentance,” she admitted.

“What is repent, or repantass? What?” Sarah was confused by the big words Maw-Maw had used.

“It just means that I am where I am supposed to be because of my own actions – my place is to serve; and yours will be as well,” Maw-Maw explained to her protesting granddaughter. “Time is short and valuable – so listen now please, Ma’am,” she turned to her daughter and explained the choice in simple terms.

“You will either become a toilet right here and now, and for as long as your brother feels is needed, or if you would rather spare yourself the anguish and indignity – you must make a simple sacrifice,” she paused for a moment. “You simply have to tell Sarah to undress and put a collar on her neck – so she begins training now,” Maw-Maw said flatly to thunderous laughter from Sarah’s brothers who were now rolling on their backs at their sister’s misfortune.

“Mommy, no please!” Sarah begged in that fake baby voice she used to manipulate. The flat-chested girl was a little younger than Conner, but quite a bit less mature mentally. She begged that her brother’s would be merciless and she didn’t want to suffer or be punished.

“Would I still be a dog, or promoted to whore?” was Daisy’s first question. She didn’t seem to be all that concerned about Sarah’s reaction or wants – just herself.

“No!! Mom!! Mommy!!” Sarah insisted she didn’t want to, while her brothers encouraged her to do it.

“You will be a house pet like you are intended to be and Sarah will be trained along with her father here, to serve the boys until she is ready to go to the pool with the other girls,” Maw-Maw didn’t have an ounce of pity in her voice.

“It’s really not that bad, dear!” Daisy tried to calm her daughter while she freaked out. She seemed to be going through the five stages of grief and I believe she was on “denial” at the moment, quickly moving into bargaining phase.

“I have to be naked!!” Sarah protested – snot running down her nose as her eyes reddened. It was made all the worse by her brothers lampooning her and hassling her about it.

“There isn’t a thing about your little body that is any more special or all that different from any of these other women,” Maw-Maw told her granddaughter that, “Ellen here has a lot more tits and pussy on display and you don’t hear her complaining about standing stark naked in the street for the entire world to see? You’ll suck it up if your mom decides you are to enter training and undress right here and now!”

Sarah repeated her earlier statement about this not being fair and clearly hadn’t listened to Maw-Maw’s explanation.

“Why is it not fair if you have to do what Ellen and this lovely young lady over here,” Maw-Maw tried to identify some of the new girls in our party.

“Me?” asked Cricket.

“No, I know who you are – the other one, with the nice teeth,” Maw-Maw pointed out Tawny, and once she realized she was April Haislip’s daughter said that she remembered babysitting her a long time ago. It was difficult to point someone out when your arms are tied up and you are being accosted by two young boys hanging all over you.

“If these girls have to do it – why is it such an imposition for you to have to serve and learn submission?” she asked the pouty girl.

“Gene and Damian don’t have to do it!” Sarah was obviously mostly concerned with the fact her brothers were not going to suffer through hard work and humility the same way.

“That’s correct,” Maw-Maw explained the fact they had been born with cocks and were naturally superior to women. “When has a woman ever built something or invented something great? It’s rare that they ever accomplish the same things men do. We were born to serve, to nurture, to please – and yet we deny our natures some times and a few of us become total bitches – that is something I let Daisy do, but I won’t let you become one!”

She also explained that women are born dishonest and taught each other how to lie by softening our features with makeup, padding our bras, and trying to manipulate men into paying for our dinners and providing for us. She had said this before, but she felt the need to repeat the lesson before finally admitting that ultimately no one is going to pay money to see Gene and Damian naked.

“They are going to pay to see ME?” Sarah asked, while scrunching her nose at the thought of being on display for money. She wiped her nose and stuck a finger in her mouth awkwardly.

“No – not at first, you’ve no tits to speak of and a bony little ass – your face isn’t all that pretty – but you will learn how to be amusing and interesting to your betters and part of the show – eventually! At first, I’ll need you to learn the core principles of discipline here with me.”

Her brother’s laughter drowned out a lot of that explanation and Sarah’s short attention span probably made the rest disappear as well – she stood there staring at Maw-Maw with her mouth hanging open, slightly revealing two very large buck teeth.

“Your mother has the power to allow you to wait a few years – all she has to do is beg Ted to train her as a bottom feeder and she can ensure you don’t suffer any humiliations or discipline,” Maw-Maw said that more for Daisy’s benefit than Sarah. Sarah picked at her butt through her shorts and became ansy and agitated – like a bundle of energy waiting to be unleashed. She was clearly not happy about it – but at the same time seemed to be at least enjoying being the center of attention.

I whispered to my mother, “Would you make that choice for me?”

I thought my mom was ignoring me when she was silent - still angry for me going with her to the Landing Strip. She was instead considering her answer very carefully as she answered, “Ellen – if you were how I thought you were. I mean before we came here – if you had never flashed your tits to anyone or played those naughty games in the living room dressed up in a Snoopy outfit, it would be a different story. I would in a heartbeat have agreed to anything to keep you from being involved – including being trained as a toilet if it came to that,” mom sounded so regretful.

“The thing is – at first I was pretending to have a normal job because I wanted to keep you from finding out what I did to make money and get us out of here. Once I learned that you were doing the same thing for me and you seemed to actually enjoy it on some level – I ASKED Odd-Jobs if I could work the pool with you. I agreed to come here and experience everything you did because I think you’d make that sacrifice for ME and that makes me sad – you are my daughter, you should not have that on your shoulders,” she sighed and looked down. “So yes – I would do anything with anyone, or anything for you and your brother – but for completely different reasons than shielding you from the brutal reality of what we are doing,” she smiled slightly when she finished saying what she wanted to say.

I hadn’t expected such a deep and profound response – it was more of a question asked out of morbid curiosity. I also hadn’t really thought about being anyone’s “toilet” or whether I would agree to be one to save mom this humiliation.

“You are the best, mom!” I smiled and wanted to hug her but Ted fired off his whip at my tits and told me to shut up – he was waiting for Daisy to make up her mind.

“Make it up – before I make it for you and make her serve AND you become a bottom feeder!” Ted threatened his sister not to test his patience.