Chapter One Hundred Twenty Four

I Like To Snatch Kisses and Kiss Snatches

I couldn’t immediately tell from the looks on everyone’s faces, but I knew someone was approaching who scared them. Could it might be Officer Fatboy here to shake us down again?

What about Senior himself paying us a visit and stirring things up? Maybe it was Nelly Jr.’s dad finally come to pick him up and in shock about what we were doing around his precocious son? I wondered – could it be my father?

The hair on the back of my neck stood up – until I realized it was a shrewful and bitter-faced Mrs. Sanderson. She grabbed her husband by the ear and asked what he was doing here?

“Me? I wasn’t...” He started to lie but she looked at him with a glance that said she wasn’t going to buy it. “I was just walking the dog – honestly, Gladys – I was!”

“You’ve been walking the dog all afternoon,” Gladys told him to get in the house this instant adding, “Would you like me to walk YOU?”

Ted and the guys laughed “Busted!” and Catfish made a “pa-show” whipping sound with his mouth indicating Mr. Sanderson was pussy whipped. The gentle old man in the fishing hat made a bee-line for his trailer without waiting for his wife.

“I am not really mad,” Gladys smiled, “Since y’all began strutting around here like this – my sex life has been hot and heavy –Abner has been obsessed with watching you girls out here,” she actually thanked Savannah and me and most of all Maw-Maw. “Abner has always had a thing for you – you know that,” she admitted.

“He still get it up?” Ted asked with a churlish grin.

“He does, now that I grind up those little blue vee-agra pills and put them in his food,” she smiled the look of a very lustful over sixty year old woman who was well sexed.

“You silver fox, you!” Catfish cooed and Gladys shushed his compliment but then primped her hair and teasingly goaded him to continue.

“You look a little like Betty White from the Golden Girls,” Ted meant that as a compliment and further said, “If you want to get the old man’s dick hard I can walk you around here like a dog on a leash?”

“I appreciate that Ted,” Agnes chuckled at his joke and told him she had been compared to Betty White in her “Mary Tyler Moore” days and politely dismissed the Golden Girl’s comparison. “I think if anyone is going to be walked on a leash it will be my Abner – now if you will excuse me, he has some make-up sex he needs to perform,” she shimmied her hips slightly and walked angrily into her trailer shouting, “I told those sexual deviants you are NOT to stand out there all day looking and they should be ashamed of themselves!” we heard her say as she turned back at us and winked before slamming her patio door across the street.

Odd-Jobs pulled up with a truck, followed by SS who was driving a second one. “Hurry your asses up ladies,” Ted ordered us all on the truck.

“You said we get to wear clothes, Sir?” April reminded Ted of his promise.

“You will – you can get dressed when we get there – now load up or I’ll change my mind and you can wear them shoved up your ass,” Ted didn’t sound like he was joking – and April hopped into the back of the first truck with her daughter.

“Can I ask – does Sarah get a share of the money we make, Master?” Daisy was down on all fours by Ted’s feet – surprisingly subservient in her attitude.

Ted rubbed the scruff of his beard and actually looked at Maw-Maw for the answer to the question.

Maw-Maw looked back at him helplessly – as if to imply that decisions like these were his to make.

“I’ll leave it up to who trains her to decide,” Ted gave a non-committal answer while hurrying us all on to the truck. I made sure to sit by my mom so we could talk on the way to the club.

“We train our sister!” Gene and Damian shouted but were quickly ignored by Ted. He meant one of the trainer’s like himself, Catfish, or my brother.

Daisy reminded Ted that she belonged to him and that it followed Sarah would as well.

“Fine – I’ll give her a cut, not from today’s money though – we’ll go over that at Applebee’s if we ever get there, ya cunt!” Ted gave a boot to his sister’s big ass to prod her to make a decision. He waved around a stack of money though to raise our spirits and told us that we’d all be very, very happy with today’s take and there were some loud cheers from everybody.

“Yay Money!!” Sarah pranced around – no longer all that concerned about being naked in the yard. The fact that so many other girls were completely bare-ass probably made it easier; but she ran through the grass doing cartwheels just the same, ignoring Ted’s orders to get on the truck.

“Well – you want me to make a good decision, Master? Do I get to manage her funds or does she?”

Ted realized what she was getting at and decided, “I would imagine she would blow it just as quickly as you did – except she’d spend it on Pixie Sticks, One Direction and glitter!”

“Yay, Glitter?” the happy little girl spun like a ballerina and almost fell on her ass – causing her brother’s to laugh.

“You can manage it for now as long as she behaves,” Ted assured her and reminded the girl to get on the truck or get left behind.

“I get to go to Applebee’s?” the little girl was beside herself with joy. She assumed like so many other things her and her brother’s would be left at the trailer.

“Fuck – even Maw-Maw’s lard ass is going – girls, we got money and we are going to spend it tonight!” Ted helped untie his mother as Daisy clung by his side.

“Do I make a bigger percentage as a whore or as a urinal, sir?” Daisy ventured another question on an already hungry and impatient Ted. I suppose Daisy knew she was in this for the long haul and now she was posturing to get as much out of it as she could.

I was surprised that he didn’t mind the question. I think he was surprised she was being so reasonable. “I can’t give you what my top whores get – but I will double what your cut is now as a dog IF there is enough customers interested in using your fat ass that way?”

“Just out of curiosity – what would I have made as a bottom feeder, Master?” Daisy was on thin ice asking questions of her brother – but she ventured one more. I thought he would lose his patience that time for sure, but I heard him tell her that she’d have to do it to find out. She seemed surprisingly willing to at least listen to his offer after the mention of money.

Odd-Jobs yelled out the window of his red truck “Full service – gets paid more – I’ll match whatever Teddy pays out but you are down for the whole duration. Once someone craps in your hair and you cry – you can’t back out,” O.J. promised.

I could see dollar signs in Daisy’s eyes as she calculated that was four times the money she had made today. I knew she was greedy – but did money make her that much more willing to debase herself? I guessed so.

She was down by her mother’s feet and she lowered her head to the silver bowl that Maw-Maw had pissed and shit in during the day. She sniffed it and shuddered and before Ted could jerk her away and on to the truck she leaned forward with her strong shoulders and swallowed about half the bowl with a slurp.

“You going to let me walk on two legs if I do this, Sir?” she eyed him as she finished the bowl – her large mouth and huge lips wrapping around the contents of the bowl to consume it quickly.

“You can walk – but I am going to tie you up to the men’s toilet ALL day tomorrow!!” Ted was surprised his sister had so quickly acquiesced after all her consternation and protests.

She looked up at her mother who was beaming down at Daisy with pride as she stood up “You were right – chew, chew, swallow, don’t nibble, Mom,” she beamed.

“So all we had to do was name a price that you liked?” Maw-Maw shook her head half proud and half equally disappointed with her daughter.

“Daisy is a whore,” Conner interjected with a grin, “the question has never been whether she could be bought – but how much.”

“I knew there was a reason I liked you, Sir,” Daisy smiled and wiped her dripping chin with her arm. She was buttering up my brother and I don’t think anyone truly believed she had become subservient, but she willingly got on to the back of the truck with the rest of us.

The red truck was driven by O.J. and Ted. My brother was in the back with us, along with my Mother, Ryan, Angel, Savannah, Crystal, Lloyd, Bill, Daisy, and Sarah.

The white truck was driven by S.S. and Catfish and Tyga was in the back with April, Tawny, Cricket, Gene, Damian, Nelly Jr. and Maw-Maw.

The reason someone was in the back was to keep us in line. They were also supposed to ‘secure us’ as Ted didn’t want our “tits flapping at 55 MPH” while we went down the highway. Ted said we were literally going to be “hauling asses” and he loved the double meaning.

My brother insisted we all get down on our hands and knees and began tying us up together.

“You know you could help a brother out and tie me up to Ellen?” Ryan asked my brother with a slight grin.

“I could, but what does that get me?” Conner and Ryan seemed to be on equal terms as it came to intelligence or snark, even though Ryan was slightly older and bigger.

“It gets you a much happier slave, Sir?” Ryan mused at his own suggestion. I smiled that he was angling to get close to me. There was a time I felt very lukewarm about Ryan but I liked that he was still interested in me after everything he had seen me do over the last few days.

“Why should I let you bone my sister?” Conner chuckled as the truck lurched forward and began to take us through the Buckman.

“Look, I don’t actually HAVE to do this at all,” Ryan said once the truck was moving forward and the wind started to whip around us. “We could all rush you and tie YOU up – hell, I could take you by myself and I am a wimp,” he chuckled. “I am just asking if you would do me a solid and let me get a little relief? I’ve been teased, touched, and I’d like to just be tied up so I can snuggle my girlfriend before she goes to work at a strip club with her mother – like any red blooded American boy wants to do,” he laughed at how perverted that sounded.

Conner returned his look with a wintry smile and feeling slightly outnumbered actually had Conner spoon me by lying on top of me before tying our hands together at the wrist. His body was warm and his cock was hard – pressed against my thigh. I smiled even though I wanted to talk to my mother privately. Wearing Ryan on my back like a coat would make that hard but we were already packed in like sardines anyway.

“Anyone else want to get tied together?” Conner shrugged and looked over at Bill.

Bill was intimidated and overwhelmed by what was going on and clearly didn’t want to snuggle with his wife – especially when she was still coated in urine. “You uh – don’t have to do anything special for me?”

“I would Sir,” Angel chirped in a southern accen,t “but I am gonna get out soon.”

“Fine – who would you like to be tied up with?” Conner was already moving towards Lloyd as the obvious choice, being as he was the only other male and very handsome and athletic.

“You sir! You silly goose,” Angel offered an innocent tee-hee at my brother and then asked, “unless you think I am too fat and all.”

“I don’t know how it would work exactly,” my brother choked up a little at the thought of tying himself up and giving up his authority.

“Just whip down your pants on lay on her, ya idjit,” Savannah offered plainly.

Conner didn’t, but he did try it with his clothes on for a little while and that seemed to please Angel.

It didn’t matter anyway because it wasn’t long before we were on her cul-de-sac.

I could feel Ryan’s breath hot on the back of my neck as he rested his body against me. I told him that it was okay and he could let his weight rest on me but I sensed he was doing his best to hold himself up despite being bound to my wrists with his wrists.

I looked up as we stopped in front of the Devine’s and expected to see Candy naked where we had left her that morning. Angel’s snotty older sister had been left on the curb that morning and knowing her stubborn father – she would be there when we arrived.

Instead, there were three naked women, each lined up by the side of the road like a progression from oldest to smallest.

The first nude woman was clearly Angel’s mother. She was tall and reminded me of a Nordic barbarian queen from the Viking ages. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she had high cheek bones and angular features that gave her a noble bearing as she stood straight with her shoulders back and her bare, white tits exposed with a pridefulness like she was above what she was doing.

I could picture this tall woman in her mid-40’s being staked out on some Viking’s ship this way and enduring her captors after they raided her village and kept her for ransom. Her pussy was completely shaved and exposed and she was tied up in an X position with her hands up and out to the side and her legs apart looking straight ahead. She had a small tattoo of a Harley motorcycle emblem on her breast but otherwise a perfect and unblemished body.

If I had to say she looked like anyone I would have picked Charlize Theron only slightly older.

Next to her, tied up in the exact same fashion, was Angel’s older sister Candy. She looked bored, listless, and her mouth was curled up in anger. She was completely shaved and naked; and while she looked a lot like her sister and mother, she wore a great deal of slutty makeup. The best way to describe her is a trailer park version of the actress Emma Stone with her quirky but sassy smirk and freckles.

All the girls in the family had corn-silk blonde hair except for Candy who had dyed hers a caramel red, with streaks of pink in it. Candy’s gaudy blue mascara and lipstick had run down her face – no doubt from futile tears and pleading after anger and bitching hadn’t worked on her father.

The third young lady was no older than Sarah. She had lovely, long blonde hair and very shapely slightly budding tits, along with a completely bald pussy. She was tied up exactly as her older sister and mother, revealing a very tight, slender, pale body. She stood stoically like her mother, waiting while her brother Gabriel poked and prodded her with a stick. She was absolutely gorgeous with the all American girl next door look – like someone you’d expect to be on a Disney show that involved singing, cheerleading and robots.

Gabriel was fully dressed and he had clearly been tormenting the girls for quite some time – mostly putting the stick between their butt cheeks or poking them with it. The handsome young boy was having a wonderful time amusing himself and wasn’t bored.

“Oh hell, I’ve got to hear what’s going on now,” Ted had Odd-Jobs turn off the engine and stepped out of the truck.

“This is my stop – thank you so much, Sir!” she kissed my brother on the cheek and stepped down from the truck.

“It looks like you got them all on display now,” Ted stated the obvious as he walked up the steps past the women.

The Devine’s driveway led up to a wooden deck where Mr. Devine sat silently, watching the girls from about twenty feet away. It was decorated with American flags, Harley Davidson emblems and Wooden Eagles he had hand-carved. The grey-bearded man was still wearing his sunglasses and I could see him puffing on a cigarette as he sat there in his biker leathers sipping on a beer silently.

There was a sign hanging off one of the wooden posts on the deck that read “Ride my ass – wind up with broken glass” and displaying a skeleton riding a motorcycle with the word “TAILGATERS” above it along with several metal wind chimes. There was another sign that read “They call me Marine – because apparently bad ass wasn’t a job title”.

“I am here to drop off your daughter and your money,” Ted announced as he walked up the steps past the three naked girls to his left.

“Don’t have to let everybody know,” Mr. Devine finally spoke in his deep baritone. He reminded me of a country singer from a band like Alabama the way his voice boomed. He didn’t say much - but when he did you heard it.

“What happened?” Ted ignored his suggestion, but realizing it probably wasn’t the best to mention you have money when the neighbors are watching, changed the subject.

“Candy was back talking and didn’t respect me- so I put her out on the corner to teach her a lesson,” the biker sipped his beer slowly. “Her momma come and pleaded to take her off display and SHE back-talked – so I told her she could join her,” he explained.

“Just like that she did?” Ted asked with a look of surprise on his face.

The biker looked at Ted like he was nuts before continuing, “No – she needed a little convincing,” pointing out the still red ass on her backside as proof he won the contest of wills between the two of them.

“Chastity – my youngest, well you know I spoil that one – dote on her,” he spit on the ground and then looked up at Ted, “But – an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. I figure she can have a little taste of hell so she don’t turn out a dancer like Candy or pregnant like Angel,” he said.

Meanwhile, Sarah burst off the other truck breaking whatever bonds Tyga had placed on her calling for Gabriel and Chastity by name and waving her arms frantically.

Chastity looked at her and smiled as the naked girl ran over to them. “Oh my god – you are a slave? I am a slave! Look at my collar – it’s pink, don’t you love it? You don’t have a collar. Is Gabriel your master? Is he poking you with that stick? Does it hurt? Do you like it? Oh my god, I let Gene spank me today – does Gabriel spank you?” she blurted out a dozen more questions just like it.

Gene and Damian had jumped down to talk to Gabriel but more to ogle the new naked women, especially Chastity who they obviously knew from school – as the pale, young pretty girl turned beet red.

Mr. Devine ignored the kids talking and accepted the money from Ted.

“You going to put Angel out on the corner tonight with the others?”

“I don’t see much use for her being inside,” the biker’s answers were slow and methodical, as if he were considering his words – but more to the point as if he didn’t like talking at all. “She would be awful lonely when everyone is outside,” I could see a flash of grin beneath his thick, grey beard.

“Daddy – can I go with them? They are going to Applebee’s though, please Sir?” the pregnant woman begged politely to be allowed to come with us as she stood naked before her father on the front lawn.

“You try to fuck any niggers down at that swimming pool today?” He ignored her request and asked a question that made me uncomfortable just hearing it asked. I had been raised to think you just don’t shout things like that out, or even say them, and here he made no secret he was a racist. The confederate flags that were assembled along his porch with the American flags was another possible clue I suppose.

“No sir – I mean, I... uh,” Angel thought back over the day and the men she fucked.

“I’ve got your Applebee’s right here,” Mr. Devine held up a stainless steel baseball bat and told her to give this to her brother and go stand next to her slut-whore of a sister.

“Yes, Daddy,” she accepted the bat and walked over to where Candy stood. I could see Candy’s tits had been thoroughly spanked and were red and sore.

“You know I could still make money tonight at the Landing Strip, Daddy – we’ve learned our lesson!” Candy promised.

“You haven’t even begun to think about the lesson I am teaching,” her father’s thundering voice answered her like a motorcycle-based version of Zeus speaking from Mount Olympus.

“Why don’t you tell me what it is then? You haven’t said a word since they got here,” she motioned to us and I felt like when Candy noticed my face in the back of the truck she gave me an evil eye – like she was jealous of me.

“You ain’t ‘posed to be learning a lesson,” the biker answered her in his breveted way.

“Then why am I naked on the lawn, Daddy?” the young dancer sounded frustrated.

“You ARE the lesson,” he explained that she was there to teach the other girls what happens when you are a slut, and to teach Gabriel how to handle women folk. “He’s done learned what you got between your legs is a might bit more than what you got between your ears, now you face forward and stop aggravating me or I’ll think of something else you can teach,” his calm, authoritative tone warned of a possible threat without need of raising his voice and the catty bitch shut up.

“Here Gabriel,” Angel handed the bat to her younger brother with slumped shoulders as she walked to where the girls were standing.

“Move them down so there is room for Angel between your momma and Candy and tie your sister up just like the others – good and tight,” the man explained to his son what to do.

I smiled because I do not think the others noticed he had clearly lined them up tallest to shortest –I wasn’t sure why but I had noticed the pattern and that amused me slightly.

“Get your hands over your head, Sis,” Gabriel enjoyed ordering his sister in front of Sarah who clearly had a huge crush on him and was following him around still rambling about what she had to do and asking him questions.

“Will you at least grease up the bat, Sir?” Angel asked for mercy as she stuck her ass out anyway and stood with her legs apart waiting to be tied up. In the light of the trailer park street light I would say that Angel looked like a very plump Anna Faris with huge knockers and ass cheeks.

No mercy was given as Gabriel looked over his shoulder for word from his father and saw him shake his head no. I think Angel knew that because she held her ass cheeks apart so the boy could stick the handle six inches up his sister’s ass.

“She been taking nigger dick all day so that’s lubrication enough,” Mr. Devine accused his daughter of loving black men and she denied it profusely even though I knew there was some truth to that, despite how much she protested.

“You get called a nigger lover at the Strip and no white men will buy dances from you,” Candy curled up her lip in disgust at her sister “No decent ones anyway.”

“That why no white men buy dances from YOU?” Mr. Devine demanded his answer in a slow southern drawl that only made his racist question sound even more racist – if that were possible.

“Now Daddy – you haven’t asked about how it is at the club since I started working there – you don’t know how it is,” Candy became defensive.

“Gabriel – come get this broom handle and do Candy the same way please, Son,” the older biker laid down sentence for his daughter, who was still declaring her innocence – at least of loving black men.

“I’ve been good all day, Sir – your friends came by and I didn’t say a word when they played with my tits. Things were so good until they came here, now you want to show off and stick things up my ass – that’s not fair! Please daddy, let me go!” Candy tugged on the rope bindings holding her wrists to a pole connected to the street light in their yard.

When her brother came up behind her she asked if he would at least spit on her asshole. “I don’t have as big and round an asshole as Angel – Puh-leeeeze!” She shrieked and lurched her hips forward as the boy speared her from behind poking her ass.

“Go ahead,” the father’s somber tone seemed almost generous as he asked Gabriel to hold his sister’s ass cheeks apart and hock spit on her ass.

“Can we do it too, Mr. Devine?” Damian and Gene were already doing it and the biker wasn’t inclined to answer them anyway. Once there was enough lubrication to run down the inside of Candy’s thigh the broom slid in with some resistance and a groan.

“Gawd!” she grunted at the pain, “You’d think running the stations every night I could handle that,” she said. I didn’t quite understand what she meant by that but my mom did.

I felt my mom briskly touch my wrist and look me in the eyes sweetly – almost apologetically.

“You could at least stick it in my pussy instead of my fart box,” Candy’s sassy tone reminded me of Savannah as she admitted she didn’t even let her boyfriend Pea-pod do her in the ass –unless she wanted something special.

“You know like a Valentine’s day or something, I’d give it to him,” the girl wriggled on the broom that was now jammed up her ass a good four to five inches.

“It’s funny you should mention that,” Conner decided to interject some trivia. “Early Roman men used to get naked on Valentine’s day and run through the street spanking the bottoms of young maidens in order to increase fertility,” he quipped.

Candy looked at him with dull eyes and a casual lack of interest, “Sounds like Buckman Saturday night,” she joked, “down at the Jacobi Farm.” She seemed to be coping well with having a broom up her ass once it had been packed in place. I was surprised she showed very little signs of embarrassment, even though she had every reason to.

“Can we put one up Chastity’s butt, Sir?” Gene asked very politely – reminding me of Eddie Haskell’s creepy-nice way of talking to the Beaver’s mom on an old black and white sit-com from the 1950s.

“No! Please Daddy!!!” Chastity reminded me of the Princess from the Never Ending Story or like a young Elle Fanning – she would have easily been a model had she been born to a family with the right connections to get her into it. The naked girl panicked – it was all that she could do to stay naked in front of Gene and Damian, but now she bucked at the thought of having to be further humiliated in front of her two wicked classmates.

“Oh, it Ain’t THAT bad having something jammed up your pooper – you get used to it,” Candy who had only recently howled in protest, scorned her little sister now that it was her turn.

“YOU might!” Chastity blew a raspberry at her older sister and that caused the boys to laugh. She was pure and innocent looking on the outside but inside she was still a young girl with a sense of humor.

Sarah laughed just as hard and asked what they intended to put up her ass.

“I didn’t say anything was going up my baby girl’s ass,” the biker interrupted the teasing with his deeply intoned voice.

“Thank you Daddy!” Chastity breathed a genuine sigh of relief for the small reprieve.

“Ask her momma what should go up there for tonight? Brandy – what should it be?” He said to his wife who was clearly shocked by the question.

Brandy’s voice was sweet, like submissive honey; it warmed my ears just to hear it. “Please Sir – not in front of her friends from school? You can teach us a lesson inside and I’ll even help,” she promised sweetly. I didn’t consider myself a lesbian, even though I had been with women, but even I was turned on by the sound of her melodious voice.

“I know I could,” he told her that he wasn’t repeating his question.

“You have an antenna up there for one of your bikes – you could use that, Sir?” Brandy offered the choice sweetly. I could see a flash of anger in the young girl’s eyes. Gene was touching her butt and I think the only thing stopping him from fully groping her was the concern he may go too far and unleash her father’s wrath. She tolerated his touches, but they were clearly unwanted on her part.

“Gabriel, come get this coax antenna,” the biker held up a long, slender rubber antenna about a foot long that ended with a silver metal screw and looked a lot like a tail.

“Can we spit on her ass, Sir?” Gene asked but the biker ignored him.

“You stick that in your mom’s mouth and get it good and wet,” the Biker handed the antenna to his son while Gene and Damian took turns spitting on their classmate’s asshole.

She made a dirty face as she endured it and watched her mother prepare the tail with her own slobber.

“Thank them boys for getting you ready,” he finally acknowledged Gene and Damian and that seemed to mean the world to them.

“Thanks so much!” the sour-sarcasm of his youngest daughter was obviously scornful, but she had little choice other than to accept their pulling her tight, perfect ass cheeks apart and spitting again.

“Ooooh! Ooohhh!” Sarah covered her mouth, “Maw-Maw – she Ain’t learning to be a good girl! You should teach her like you is me!” Sarah called to her grandmother who was still on the truck behind ours.

“You’ve got your momma up on that truck?” I could see the biker smile broadly through his beard now and his normally somber, slow tone turned to one of utter delight when Ted nodded he did.

“I have the Haislips as well,” Ted beamed with pride, but the biker stood up and wasn’t interested at all.

“Maureen? Maureen Gaylord?” he walked over to the trucks to inspect us and when he saw Maw-Maw’s massive BBW back lit up by the street light he came right over to her.

“Good Lord almighty – you bring back some memories!”

“In the flesh, Sir,” she admitted.

“You may not remember, but you broke me in when I was patched into the club,” he mentioned his motorcycle club. “You were told to fuck us until we couldn’t fuck any longer!”

“Oh, I remember, Sir,” Maw-Maw promised and that only made him happier.

“I will never forget we had about 60 brothers in town and you and your mom took every single one of us and made us all feel like Kings – you sucked parts of my body I did not know I had,” the biker grinned like a silly boy who had just met the celebrity from the first movie that ever turned him on when he was a kid.

I could tell his wife Brandy was actually getting jealous - her normally impassive face was starting to warm into something that looked like envy.

“Yes sir – I was a good whore,” Maw-Maw admitted, without trying to take too much credit.

He leaned over the truck bed to look her up and down and smiled at Ted like he was Santa Claus bringing him a present. There was such a dramatic change in his mood as he asked where her mother was and had she been serving all this time.

“No Sir, I got uppity and put on airs – I left all of this behind until recently, when I surrendered control to my son,” she explained. “As for my mother, well we haven’t seen her since my father sold her to some of the guys from your club?”

“The Iron Horsemen? No, I’d know about that,” every word he said only seemed to make his wife that much more jealous.

“Hey, how about a trade?” Ted offered and I noticed that the biker returned to his normal, slow-paced way of talking once he was interrupted. Ted suggested he leave Maw-Maw and take Brandy tomorrow.

The biker stood there considering it for a moment when Brandy broke free of her wrist bindings.

“You shouldn’t let a boy tie up a woman,” she rubbed her wrists and came at her husband. Gabriel clearly hadn’t tied her as well as he needed to, and she had been standing there letting him keep her this way by choice.

“I’ve let you strip me in front of your friends and humiliate me and your daughters all day long – you will NOT trade me like some old sack!” Brandy began an impassioned speech, but the man said nothing in response. He let her wind and fury wind up as if waiting for her to dare touch him or go beyond words.

“You done?” he finally said as she finished her short litany of reasons why she had been pushed too far and things had gone on long enough.

“I am sorry, Clay!” she fell into the strong older biker’s arms and began to cry. He caressed her hair and assured her that everything would be alright. She snuggled in his arms and said she knows.

“You also know you are going with them?” Clay told her bluntly while still holding her.

She sobbed but nodded yes.

“You want all of them or just Brandy and Angel?” the biker asked about the trade as if he could care less if his entire family came with us.

“Now wait a second,” Odd-Jobs spoke up “I own Maw-Maw,” he stepped out of the car with what looked like genuine concern for the woman – bordering on affection and jealousy.

The two older men clearly had a long history of knowing one another because there was silence as Odd-Jobs and Mr. Devine sized each other up with a quick glance. It seemed like they were comparing the measure they just took of one another with the one they remembered from when they were young.

“You are going to let us take Brandy, Candy, Angel if we leave Maw-Maw?” Odd-Jobs asked Mr. Devine to confirm that this trade was REALLY going to happen.

“I’d rather you call her Maureen Gaylord,” the bearded biker nodded understanding exactly what he was offering. “You can take my old lady, the nigger fucker and the bitch adding they could take Gabriel and Chastity too. “I don’t have time to watch and teach the boy if you leave Maureen here – so it’d be better if he goes on with you. Things are going to get weird.”

I saw a look of fear spread across the girl’s faces assembled on the lawn.

“How long you want to do the trade?” Odd-Jobs asked the man while tears streamed down his wife’s face as Brandy silently bowed her head and accepted her fate to be traded for however long her husband wanted.

“I dunno – a week good enough?” the biker asked.

“You get three hundred a day from Angel - how much do you want for the others?” Ted offered in the negotiation; and there was a silent look from Odd-Jobs that told me if Ted had kept his mouth shut the biker would have been content as an even trade.

“Say a thousand a day?” he said plus Ted would feed them and pay for their expenses.

Ted offered his hand but the Biker reached out to shake Odd-Jobs hand on the deal. “No offense Ted – but I’d rather shake this old weasels hand so he knows it’s been shook by Clay Devine.”

S.S. helped Maw-Maw down from the truck and I saw recognition between Clay and S.S. It looked like they may belong to the same bike club from their similar tattoos and leather patches but I didn’t dare to speculate as to how the hierarchy worked in their club.

“Don’t leave no permanent marks, tattoos or piercings on them,” the biker was surprisingly trusting of Ted with his family. The offer of ALL the Devine women for Maureen seemed outlandish but to Mr. Devine there was really no sign of hesitation.

“It goes without saying,” Odd-Jobs took the man’s hand and shook it at the wrist and then hugged him. “You can use this old bitch any way you see fit though – I mean anyway – right Maureen?” O.J. asked her to confirm she would be down for ANYTHING.

“Definitely no limits –all I ask is that I am trying to break the habit of speaking like an uppity bitch, so if I use a big word – please beat me immediately, Sir?” Maw-Maw asked Clay politely with a calmness like she was reminding him to give her allergy medicine if she had a runny nose.

“That was one of the things I loved about you and your momma! I couldn’t understand half of what you said but later I looked them up. You two made smart seem sexy!”

“We aren’t going to bring ANY clothes, Daddy?” Candy reminded Clay in a whiny tone as the girls were loaded into the truck that they had absolutely nothing with them besides the broom that was still up her ass.

“You can leave the broom here,” he plucked it out of her ass and stuck it in her mouth to clean.

“Grossshhh, aeeeyyyy,” she said around the broom as it was stuck into her mouth. There was no no choice but for her to suck, swallow and gasp on the shit covered broom handle she tried cleaning in the dark.

“Watch this,” Clay spun the broom around like a martial artist wielding a bo staff and stuck it in Maw-Maw’s mouth – feeding it to her inch by inch until over two feet of the broom was lodged in her throat. Maw-Maw’s eyes were wide, and snot was running down her nose as she choked and spluttered for air.

“Learn to do that and you can pick any old man you want,” he promised that Pea-Pod was nothing. “You learn from old Odd-Jobs here how to behave and I’ll get you initiated into the club and you can stop dancing,” he promised his eldest daughter.

“Can you take the baseball bat out too, Daddy?” Angel pouted.

“Nah, I like it – they own you now, at least for the week. You come home well trained and behaved and I’ll get whoever knocked you up to marry you – unless the baby is black,” he promised.

“I don’t want the guy who knocked me up, Daddy; and the baby is not black!” She sounded slightly unsure as she pleaded that Derek had been an asshole and didn’t pay attention to her.

“Then I’ll have some of the boys come knock some sense into him and whoever you pick will marry you,” he promised and she brightened up. Angel waddled to the truck with the bat still up her ass once she was untied – shrugging slightly as if this weren’t up to her. I suppose it wasn’t – where else would she go? She was literally naked and pregnant in the world.

“I won’t lie to you,” he spoke to his youngest daughter, “It is going to be a rough week for you – you have always been my princess. You going to be my good girl and do as you are told?” he asked.

“I won’t be a nigger lover like Angel, Sir,” Chastity’s words were exactly what her daddy wanted to hear. He patted her on the ass and tweaked the rubber-coated tail in her butt before helping her on the truck next to Sarah.

He had sent Gabriel to get a few things from the house and he had packed a small bag for them. “You are going to be learning to be in charge. You listen to Odd-Jobs and S.S., and even Ted if he tells you something,” the man thought about changing his mind about Ted but continued. “You will need to be hard on them – don’t think I will let the girls get even when y’all get home. You are the man while I am not there – you understand?”

“Yes Daddy,” Gabriel said. Gabriel reminded me of a very young Captain America with blonde hair and blue eyes – I couldn’t help but think he would grow up to be a super hero one day. He had the square jaw of a movie star and even though he was younger than Conner – he certainly seemed less immature than Gene and Damian.

“You girls call him Sir – is that understood?” the biker insisted his girls agree to that before continuing that Gabriel was to discipline them. “It Ain’t like you are flying to another country. They are gonna drop off your earnings every night – so I want a full report and if any of them fuck niggers I want to know that too! You understand, boy?”

“Yes Daddy,” Gabriel answered his father again.

“You have fun, and these guys have plenty of girls to teach you a thing or two that your sisters haven’t – so you just buckle in and ride, boy.” He offered the advice as Gabriel strapped in with Gene and Damian.

“Remember to snatch kisses!” he reminded his son as if remembering a joke.

“And kiss snatches!” his handsome son smiled back at his father who had turned his attention to the boy’s mom.

“Why you got your head down?” Clay turned to his proud wife as she was sulking - the last one to be loaded on the truck. “It’s just a week and when you get back you still know who you belong too.”

“You are giving me away – you never gave me away before,” the attractive woman pouted and glared at Maw-Maw who was down on all fours in the yard.

“I had to pass you around to break you into the club – you’ve been fucked by every one of my friends,” the older biker reminded her that when they met she was a ‘sheep’ and he made her his old lady.

“But you never GAVE me away – never loaned me like a… a fuck-toy to be used by TED Gaylord! I knew him as a boy! I taught him English in High School!”

“Oh yeah, that’s where I knew you from,” Ted shook his head with a smile of recognition.

“You don’t understand. You are MY fuck-toy and MY treasure. You always have been. That means I could loan you out but I chose not to. I chose to keep you to myself and spoiled you. I want you well trained, like Ted’s old lady, when you get back,” the biker patted Crystal on the rump. “This will be good for us both – you most of all.”

“I can do anything she can!” Brandy didn’t argue the point with Clay that he could or couldn’t loan her out. She stared down at Maw-Maw with jealousy.

“You can do anything she can – and you will! You may be willing right now but you haven’t been trained to do those things yet and do them as WELL as she can,” the biker’s esteem for Maw-Maw made me curious exactly what secret pleasures she could offer that I hadn’t learned either.

“You will do anything she can – and when you can, you will be allowed to come home. Is that understood?” he asked her with the resonating timber of command in his voice.

“Yes, Clay,” the beautiful woman looked down at her feet. She looked to be my mom’s or April Haislip’s age, but I wondered if she was older, seeing as she’d been Ted’s teacher.

“It’s Master from now on,” Clay slapped her hard on the ass and, “Sir will do occasionally, so I don’t have to hear Master all the time.”

“Yes, Master,” she submitted to him as he tweaked her nipples and pulled her chin up higher so that she had her shoulders back.

“You’ll be on the lawn every day and night here when you get home unless I am fucking you,” he promised.

“Master?” she smiled in disbelief, “Not when my family comes to visit though?”

“ESPECIALLY when your family comes to visit,” he promised that he would sit out on the patio and drink a beer and smoke his cigarettes and if they didn’t like what they saw they could just go on back home.

“You got your balls in?” the biker asked her.

“Have since this morning when you put me on the lawn, Master,” the woman’s shoulders were back and she looked so much more attractive when she carried herself that way.

“Let me see them,” he said and she offered him a wintry grimace as she squatted slightly with bent knees allowing two stainless steel balls to emerge from her slippery, wet pussy into her open hands.

He held the two marble-like balls up to the truck for his son to see and said, “Make sure she cleans them every night,” and put them in his wife’s mouth for her to wash. She begrudgingly obliged.

“I haven’t had time to teach you about these – but they are for pussy control,” he said to his son to make sure she cleaned them for at least two minutes to get the pussy smell off them. “You packed a few things for your sisters – but this is the ONLY thing I am sending her with and they better come home with her! She is to wear them at least 8 hours a day. You are to ask her to show them to you any time you want.”

“Master!” Brandy smiled in surprise that he would dare teach his son about something so intimate so soon. “It’s one thing to see us naked and touch our tits – it’s another to learn about my ben-wah balls?”

“Stop being such a prude, woman,” the biker insisted, reminding her that, “You kept them in almost until you delivered the boy in the hospital. He is going for an education just like y’all are going to have. He needs to learn the point of why you wear them,” he nodded until she nodded in agreement.

He patted her bottom once and she looked at him in quiet disbelief but said nothing as she got on the truck and slid in with the rest of the girls on her hands and knees.

Odd-Jobs honked as we rode away and waved at Maw-Maw while he walked her on a leash in the yard. Daisy snorted at the thought her mom was going to be tortured heavily, “Serves the bitch right!”