Chapter One Hundred Thirty-One

Fuck You – Fuck You Very Much

“Shit Fire,” Candy was gleeful that I was paying her debt off to the club, but seemed to take my kindness as a sort of weakness. “Listen... Sorry. I didn’t mean to throw you down. I mean I ain’t sorry because I had to do it – it’s kind of an initiation to get your ass kicked around here on your first night.”

I was waiting patiently for Mark to tabulate how much money I owed without giving Candy the satisfaction of a dirty look. I was already more than angry that we spent this night doing the dirtiest things I could imagine and now Candy had the audacity to act like it was no big deal to run up and jump me.

“It wasn’t like I hit y’all ass that hard. Hell, my daddy beat me in the yard today worse than that and all the damned neighbors got to watch my tits shake and bounce while he smacked me with a yard stick!” Candy wasn’t realizing she was coming off less apologetic and more like she was justifying what she did – because it wasn’t as bad as what happened to her.

I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of a response – not yet.

It dawned on me instead, that I was actually standing naked outside in a parking lot with my mother in the heart of Buckman’s downtown area under the bright lights of the “Shoe Whorehouse” and the Karate school in the strip mall nearby. There weren’t many cars around and most of them were there to pick up dancers. I had grown almost used to being naked in the backroom of the club but now there was a dawning sense of adventurous naughtiness and taboo that I could literally stand outside next to a public road completely naked. My mother and I both had no clothes on – and I had completely lost mine anyway along with my collar.

I wouldn’t say I enjoyed it the way I would have a nice warm bed or a delicious home cooked meal – but I would say that a part of me was getting aroused as my nipples poked upwards in the cool night air. The tingle sensations I had felt when running through the Buckman I chalked up to adrenalin from the experience but now I was starting to feel perverse in ways I barely understood - like I owned my own sexuality.

It was all so new to me that I wasn’t aware of what I was doing or feeling and wanted desperately to ask the other girls if they could explain the feelings I was having. I was having difficulty just putting the conflict into words because at the same time I knew I should be embarrassed and ashamed and yet I really wasn’t.

Almost all of the girls from the main room had paid out and gone home an hour ago – Only girls from the backroom get an extra hour to make money and pleasure the special guests who get access to the back room amenities. I was sure that bars are supposed to close at 2 A.M., but for the V.I.P.’s at the club – that rule doesn’t apply.

“Well, even if you pay off MY fines to the club I’ll still be back tomorrow night,” Candy insisted on letting me know that she fully intended to come back to the club even though she would probably lose money. Her tone seemed like was passive aggressive, BS and she was intimating that I should pay off her fines too while at the same time maintaining she would do what she wanted to no matter what.

“If you only ever seem to owe them money then why would you do that?” I asked with a scornful look. I was still mad at her for knocking me down and what she put me through by getting me put in the backroom, but more so that she had embarrassed my mother. Mom had wanted me to stay put where I was and not see the degrading shows she put on and for good reason; and now that couldn’t be unseen.

“I ain’t got nothing else better to do,” Candy finally admitted and added, “’sides, they ain’t all bad days. Sometimes I am gonna make a little money.”

“Well, I didn’t pay off your debt to be nice,” I gritted my teeth and looked the older girl squarely in the eye. I was still completely naked even though she had on a small bikini and stripper clothes.

“Then fuck you very much,” Candy chuckled at my gift as she couldn’t very well see the point of what I was doing – especially since she intended to go right back and do it again.

“I paid it off to obligate you to my brother,” I lowered the boom. “You belong to him. Your father obligated you to work for us for at least a week and now you will pay back that debt before that week even begins – is that understood?”

“You cain’t tell me what to do,” Candy put her hands on her hips. I was tempted to just deck her as hard as I could and lay her out, but instead I shook my head in agreement.

“I cannot,” I quietly put emphasis on the correct way to pronounce the word ‘cannot’, adding that my brother could. “If you want to discuss this with your father we can bring you by tonight and leave you on the front lawn until we come over to explain how much you owe on your ass and ask who is going to pay for that,” I replied crisply and with as much tenacity as I could. “I would advise you strip off those clothes because my brother is not going to permit you to ride home with them on,” I told her with the confidence that he would back me up on that. I don’t know what came over me but there was a quiet sense of satisfaction watching her strip off her dancing outfit with a look of stubborn willfulness on her face.

“Candy J. Devine!” Candy’s mother climbed out of the truck. She was completely naked and her nipples sported thick silvered metal piercings with a matching one through her pussy lips. She was quickly followed by her pregnant daughter, Angel, who had matching hoops through her dark, fat nipples and hairless pussy. “You have been telling us that you have money saved up to pay your bills in the safe at work for months now and that Skinny has been holding it so that you don’t spend it all.”

“Mom!” Candy shifted on her hip and whined at her mother like a bratty teenager. “What the hell happened to your tits?” she sounded shocked as she completely undressed next to us. She was an expert at that – it took her no time at all to be fully nude.

“We all got them! It’s a long story!” Lilah the blonde mother of the two girls wasn’t going to let her eldest daughter change the subject. “Your Daddy will love it and I don’t see the problem. Hell, we never said nothing when you dyed your hair or got a belly ring.”

“Even Chastity?” Candy feigned disgust at her littlest sister possibly getting pierced but there was an obvious underlying jealousy that her sister got something –anything that she didn’t. She wanted to at least get offered the piercings so she could turn them down.

The youngest of the Devine girls popped her head out of the back of the truck and jumped out. “No, mom wouldn’t let me! But Big Mike said he would do it!” the younger girl hadn’t said much and I thought she was genuinely horrified or confused by the situation she found herself in. She had the most angelic look just like all of her sisters – perhaps a bit more innocent and pure than all the others because of her young age, but when she talked, her voice sounded just like a mini-version of the older girls in the family. I could have pictured her in an Old Navy commercial for back to school jeans – with her straight teeth, long blonde hair and milky-white complexion.

The difference was she was naked with her perky puffy tits and cute ass all painted up colorfully.

One by one the other girls were let out of the back of the truck to come over to where we were standing. She and Daisy’s daughter Sarah both of similar age were painted up with rainbow body paint covering their thigh and going over their pussies and onto their bellies like a wave.

“We got this instead,” Sarah said proudly, adding, “But look at what we got Daddy!”

Meth-Head Bill was prodded out of a slumber in the back of the truck. He was completely naked except for a stainless cock cage locked in place on his dick. Hobbling pathetically out – he had been man-handled, spanked, and looked like hell.

“He got a big ol’ boner when he was looking at me dancing,” Sarah smiled proudly revealing her buck teeth as she flitted around like a fairy princess – she was flat chested but had a cute little booty.

“I couldn’t help it! I was naked!” Meth-Head Bill started to defend himself “I didn’t mean too!” he pleaded but with a stern look from S.S. the wimpier man just cowered and quieted down – accepting his fate.

S.S didn’t have to say a word – he towered over the pathetic excuse for a husband and father and his expression read “We’ve already been over this – it was decided” and so it was.

“Momma agreed to get pierced and do whatever she is told if S.S. would make Daddy wear this cock cage forever and ever and ever and ever, Amen!” the girly-girl Sarah twirled and smiled – seemingly satisfied to be free to dance naked in the dirty parking lot.

Meth-Head Bill hobbled around, the object of scorn and ridicule even amongst girls trained and treated like pets – everyone was laughing at him when Sarah pointed out they weren’t sure if they had a tiny enough cock cage to fit him. “We eventually found one meant for Chinese boys at the store!”.

I wasn’t sure where they went that night but they must have returned to that Metro Adult Megastore Outlet – which might also explain where all the matching piercings came from.

“If he gets hard – he gets pain!” she smirked and squeaked almost blissfully unaware that her dancing was arousing her father; or perhaps because she was aware. He grunted as his dick pressed against the metal bars as it hardened but made no action to cover his naked, frail form.

Ted led his sister out of the truck on all fours on a leash. She preened at his feet and heeled behind him as he brought the heavier woman over. Daisy had an attitude of smug satisfaction despite the humiliation that should have overcome her. She was covered in dirty words and drawings written in magic marker all over her tanned skin as her fat jugs scraped the pavement while she crawled.

“You can get off your knees on this pavement – but crawl ass up,” Ted offered his sister graciously and she nodded thankfully as she adjusted. “I may be a mean motherfucker but I don’t want you getting banged up for free,” he chuckled, insisting she keep her tits down and only spare her knees. The resulting position reminded me slightly of an Orangutan that insisted on showing its ass while it loped across its cage in the zoo.

Daisy was pierced like the others with big extended hoops in her tits, but she also had a massive buttplug in her ass and a tattoo. “Show them, whore.” Ted ordered her.

“Yes Sir,” Daisy dutifully turned around with a sniff and pulled her ass cheeks fully apart. Ted told her to get that ass nice and wide and she complied without a trace of hesitation revealing the deep inner crevice of her asshole wrapped around a big black plug secured in her ass.

The words on her ass were definitely not written in marker – it was professionally and elaborately tattooed in lettering made up of tiny cocks “WH” on one cheek and “RE” on the other and a ring around her asshole plug clearly represented the O in the middle of the word. They had written these words on our asses to indicate we were down to fuck anyone – but now this was permanently emblazoned on his sister’s ass.

“So when Daisy agreed to it,” Savannah continued the story “We all agreed to get one! Like a sisterhood or something”

Her mother added “The funny thing was that Big Mike said we weren’t the first girls to ask for this. Apparently, two women at the county fair got the same exact thing!” Crystal smiled at the happy and unusual coincidence.

“They are probably just as big a whore as you are dear,” Ted smiled at his wife while rubbing his hand playfully under her tits.

“Thank you Master, you are just sayin’ that” Crystal joked back playfully.

“You got Tattoos too?” I asked my Aunt and Cousin in surprise. I knew they were down to play along with Ted for as long as the summer but something had clearly happened tonight with them that made them want to go off in the deep end.

“Not everyone had the balls to do it,” Savannah turned around and showed hers to me like a badge of honor, but looked in the direction of the Devine’s and the Haislip women scornfully.

Savannah’s tattoo was an exact copy of the one Daisy had although Savannah’s ass was rock hard and perfect. Her mother spun around and displayed her well-tanned ass sporting the same tattoo and spread her cheeks extremely wide –more so than I thought was possible.

“C’mon, you are going to be showing it just like this tomorrow so you may as well get in the habit,” Crystal instructed her daughter to give me a better view of the O in the middle.

“Ellen done kissed my asshole enough times – she knows what it looks like,” Savannah complained with her stubborn scrunching of the nose and playfully stuck her tongue out at me while she looked over her shoulder but spread her ass as wide as her mother did.

“Get a good look, I am gonna blow you a kiss right now” I heard a tiny fripping sound emanate from my cousin’s backdoor as she looked on with amusement. She really had absolutely no regret at all about the tattoo and I was floored.

“Damn Sis, you can do better than that,” Lloyd was still on the truck – I could see his shirtless chest above the back and wondered just how cramped it was back there.

“I know you aint trying to say I cain’t fart better than you can!” Savannah’s sexy southern accent drew out the words playfully. She and her brother had joked about farting at the dinner table and just about everywhere else since I first arrived at the Buckman.

While the two of them bantered playfully back and forth and Savannah and Crystal held their ass cheeks open without regard for even the few cars in the parking lot leaving the strip club, April and her daughter Tawny were standing off to the side trying not to be noticed.

They wore the same oversized heavy piercings dangling from their tits and pussies. Tawny said, “Hey – we got the piercings – just don’t want to have tattoos for life. This is just until mom and I pay back the money we owe and then we are done- so fucking done.”

“So you keeping the piercings after you done?” Savannah asked skeptically still holding her cheeks wide for the world to come kiss her ass.

“Fuck yeah!” Tawny couldn’t pretend not to be excited about them initially but calmly offered, “I mean, I don’t know – probably.”

Her mom looked over at her and didn’t say a word. The two of them had been the biggest snobs and bullies at the swimming pool and now they had matching metal hoops dangling from their perfectly shaped, bared breasts.

I looked over at my mother who seemed as stunned as I did – but she stood passively taking it all in.

Catfish brought Ashley over on a leash in the same manner Ted had walked his sister.

She was sporting the same tattoos and piercings as the others – modeling them for me as she padded over next to Daisy. She had a quiet confidence about her – the once very plain and unkempt girl carried herself differently with Catfish.

“Ashley was down to do it,” Savannah said with pride of the girl and her tattoo – as if that helped added justification.

“My momma is gonna have a cow but I belong to Catfish now,” she looked up lovingly at the older man holding her leash and he smiled down with pride at her.

“Your brother gonna mind?” Catfish asked her.

“I don’t care what he thinks, Master,” Ashley said with a certainty to her new owner. “I belong to you – nothing he can do about it.”

“Black is black, no trade back,” Catfish offered with a churlish grin.

“Black is black, no trade back, Sir,” Ashley agreed returning with a gap toothed smile that was hard to look at.

I wasn’t sure what that meant to them -- but the playground proverb was obviously another inside joke I wasn’t privy too.

“So why didn’t you wait for us to get one?” I asked to no one in particular – but expecting my cousin Savannah to answer. I didn’t look over at my mother to see her reaction. I wasn’t even sure I would have agreed to one but I was curious and felt a little excluded from whatever bonding had happened tonight to make all these different women agree to something like this.

The idea of someone using a big needle and forcing it through my nipples and pussy to bind a heavy metal hoop to them was extreme in and of itself – but a permanent marking as of whore on my ass lettered like tiny cocks? There would be no way anyone could ever see them naked again and not think of them as sexual objects. I suppose with a body like my cousin had – that was inevitable anyway.

“Shit, we didn’t think you and your momma would do it,” Savannah laughed that after the summer we’d probably be gone far from here and back to the country club lifestyle of Cherry Lawn Estates.

“First of all,” I started to explain that we were never really that rich and I had never set foot in a country club even though there was one at the golf course in my housing development.

My mother shushed me and got down on all fours in the same manner as Daisy and Ashley with her legs spread apart wide enough you could see her pussy lips and asshole and faced towards my brother. “Your pets are sorry we were not there to accept the gift of a piercing and tattoo. I understand if you want to punish us!” there was a pause as if my mom was considering something before she addressed Conner as Master.

I don’t think my brother realized what my mom was doing at first. He started to explain how tomorrow the plan was to tell people the girls had all insisted on this and it wasn’t a gift at all. That way they can be punished for having the piercings and treated like whores and no one will feel all that sorry for them.

“Very smart, Master- that’s why I am glad you will manage our money going forward. Your sister paid my debt with her earnings – so now, like Candy, I belong to you until you determine I’ve paid it back with interest before I can start earning my own money again,” she offered herself very completely to my brother. Mom stated very submissively and sweetly that she wished she had an opportunity to demonstrate her commitment to service by being allowed to get pierced and tattooed like the other girls.

Conner considered our mom’s words carefully and I could tell he wasn’t quite sure what to make of them. He smacked her ass hard leaving a loud slap, “You need to listen - tomorrow these girls will be punished for wasting their money on these foolish tattoos and daring us to treat them like whores.”

“I understand Master – and I dare you to treat me like a whore,” Mom replied back without hesitation.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Conner was pleasantly surprised by what he assumed was mom’s play-acting. He turned his attention on me and asked if I was done playing with my earnings and ready to give them to a man for safe keeping?

“Yes, Master – thank you for reminding me” I nodded with a smile. I wasn’t so sure Mom was play-acting but if she was I wouldn’t let her do it alone.

“Then hand the rest over here before your irresponsible ass loses the rest or wastes it,” he almost snatched it out of my hand. I could see he was quickly making note of how much money it was before he placed it in his pocket. I still had a decent amount of earnings. “Just so you know – I’m using half of my earnings to make up what you spent tonight – so you are obligated to me as well, Sis!”

I nodded and told him yes sir – feeling all the more submissive as my little brother talked down to me in that familiar tone when he takes charge. It had been very surprising the first time he used it this week but now it was becoming second nature to him.

“I don’t understand why you think you can stand in my presence right now? Good whores are on the ground where they belong!” he ordered and pointed to his feet for the three of us to crawl like Daisy and Ashley.

I smiled at him and crisply took up the same position next to my mother. I looked her over and grinned because I realized what she was doing.

“Should we crawl too, Master?” Crystal asked Ted.

“If I want you to do something – don’t you think I will tell you to do it?” Ted smacked her on the ass hard and she obliged him with an approving look. “You’ll stand there like that until I tell you I’ve seen enough of your ass flaps and that tattoo.”

“Do you love it, Master?” Crystal asked excitedly.

“Bitch,” Ted sounded like he was going to put her down but smiled “I love you!” and gave her a kiss on the lips. The two of them had never shown this much affection since I moved in with them. “You are going to pay tomorrow when I tell everyone you insisted on getting it with the bill-money but you know I wouldn’t have you any other way!”

Conner noticed us looking up at the two of them exchanging kissy-faces.

“No conspiring with each other for mischief,” Conner swatted our asses and attached leads from a leash to our collars while telling Candy that she belonged to him. “You are part of my stable – I don’t think you were given permission to look up and stick your nose in Master Ted’s business. You spend your time dancing around and acting all carefree and you need to be retrained to be an obedient little pet!” he lamented.

“I answer to Gabriel don’t I?” Candy pouted towards her brother who was quietly standing near Conner for support so that she could be excluded from Conner’s orders.. She hadn’t been all that excited about having to let her brother be in charge, but the tone to her voice told me she thought he’d let her get away with a lot more. She probably planned to bully her little brother into realizing that after this was all over she was going to get even.

Gabriel shook his head no and looked at Conner to explain.

“Your brother is learning to be a trainer – he is going to boss you around just like I am but in case you didn’t realize what just happened with that little transaction,” Conner explained calmly that the money I used to pay her debt would be earned before any money goes to her or her father. “Your dirty ass belongs to me as long as you owe me for it and even afterwards if your brother says so– now get those fucking clothes off before we tie you to the trailer hitch behind the truck and make fuck it all the way back to Buckman Acres!”

I wasn’t sure what was more surprising to me. The fact that my brother had just put a 21year old woman in her place and made her strip stark naked in the parking lot or that he even knew what a trailer hitch was! I guessed he learned what one was at some point or another down here in the Buckman.

“Your brother is LEARNING to train bitches – your mom and sisters are under my authority and his. Angel – show your sister how you use the trailer hitch! Show them what I made you do tonight.”

“Which hole, Sir?” Angel panted enthusiastically like a teenybopper getting to meet Justin Bieber when he spoke to her.

“Which do you think?” Conner folded his arms sternly.

“I don’t know, Master! My pussy?” she asked with a suggestive tone.

“You just got your sloppy wet cunt pierced – that pussy belongs to me! I want you to sit your fat ass on it and show your sister how well you are trained.”

“Yes Sir,” Angel was slow to move but when Conner started after her with a crop he kept with him, she hustled over to Odd-Jobs truck and turned to face us while holding her ass cheeks apart. She removed the butt plug from her ass and stuck it end first in her mouth; then, without hesitation, worked her asshole down onto the hitch and began fucking herself slowly up and down on it.

Well – now I knew how Conner learned what a trailer hitch was.

“How often do you lube up your asshole for me every day, Angel?”

“Three times a day and once before bed, Master!” Angel yelled as she exerted effort to bend at the knees and fuck herself over the fat trailer hitch.

“That’s pretty generous – plus men can spit on your asshole as needed if they are fucking you. Do you give anyone your pussy?”

“No Master, I don’t give anyone anything.”

“That’s right slut,” Conner told her she was a fat pig and reminded her that her pussy belonged to him and him alone. He would decide if anyone would fuck it and if she could even play with it.

Angel was getting increasingly turned on. The former beauty queen was in the final stage of pregnancy and her belly and tits were swollen. I saw her fighting the urge to play with her tits as she begged to be allowed to play with herself.

“Why would I allow that?” Conner teased her.

“Because Master!” Angel wasn’t the brightest girl and she was all the while one step away from an orgasm she couldn’t quite achieve while fucking herself in front of everyone. I could relate to that feeling and the inability to form a coherent thought midway through that pivotal moment on the edge between orgasm and frustration.

“That isn’t a very good reason,” Conner laughed and asked her brother if she should be allowed to play with herself.

“Because I am a dirty girl who does dirty things and I need to get off, I need to play with myself and just have a little relief – I will be a good girl, I didn’t do anything wrong, not one thing, Master!” Angel fucked her own asshole on the back of that dirty truck.

“I don’t see why we should let her – she would have yelped if she caught me jerking it in the bathroom and told Dad!” Gabriel grinned as he watched his older sister bob up and down on the back of a trailer hitch with her hairy pussy spread open wide for all to see like the inside of a juicy melon.

“I promise sir – I promise,” Angel was out of breath as she ramped up her sexual energy, “I promise I won’t say a word at home anymore. I promise if you want to jerk off in my cereal or my shoes or anywhere in front of me I won’t ever complain, please, please oh please just let me play with myself, I am so fucking turned on from all the teasing you’ve been doing to me – I can’t stand it Master! Please let me! Please can I?” she was reaching for her massive jugs as they swayed back and forth, but Conner put the crop up to guide her hands back down to rest on her thighs and hold her legs apart as she performed for the rest of us.

“You will let Gabriel jerk off on your face, on your tits, or anywhere he damn well pleases from now on – is that understood Angel?” Conner ordered sternly.

She seemed to hate it when someone doted on her and said how beautiful she was. She would tell them she was fat and ugly and I thought at first she was fishing for even bigger compliments. I realized now that with her previous boyfriend and Conner the more they treated her like shit – the more she seemed to eat it up. The fact is – my brother treated her like an even bigger piece of shit than her boyfriend ever did. I think the key difference was the old boyfriend would ignore her and my brother showed her attention and the right balance between enough affection to establish he wanted her – but enough scorn to make her feel she had to pursue him.

She seemed willing to undergo any amount of humiliation but more so than anyone – she seemed to really be getting off on it. Clenching her ass cheeks and spreading her legs wide to let the pussy juice drip down her thigh - she was gasping and moaning while complying with his orders not to pleasure her-self to the point of orgasm.

Angel was quiet as she panted and fucked herself while she thought “He can cum in my pussy even?” she asked. She had him there – he had said her pussy was now only for Conner. She was gasping and turned on. I realized then that she was motivated in ways I barely understood, to continue with this.

“Your choice,” Conner answered her question cavalierly. He waited for her gasps of orgasmic desperation to increase before telling her that she could play with herself to completion IF she would let Gabriel cum in her pussy; BUT, if she was solidly against the idea, she would keep her hands at her side.

“Yes Master – Yes Master! Anything – yes – anywhere. I am your slut, Oh God, Oh God! Oh God!” Angel had been kept on the edge between orgasm and denial for long enough that she was in a different stage of hysteria mixed with ecstasy. I knew that feeling more than once and was a little envious.

I also knew Conner was going to cum in my pussy if he wanted too so I didn’t feel the least bit sorry for Angel.

She of all the girls probably wanted a tattoo with the words PROPERTY OF CONNER written across her ass but she still had a faded “Nigger Lover” and an arrow drawn on with black magic marker instead.

Angel drunkenly began twisting her own nipples lost in her own private horny world of self-deprecating public masturbation and frigging her clit while tugging her new piercings as the answer to the question. Her eyelashes fluttering wildly as she made herself cum. “You have done well enough – you stayed on the edge long enough to give me a boner. You can do whatever it takes to make yourself cum as long as you don’t put anything inside your cunt.”

“Oh yes Master! Thank you! Thank you!” she began pinching and testing my brother’s rules but his attention was back on us as the pregnant girl brought herself to full orgasm.

Gabriel smiled at his new found power and freedoms around the house. “This is fucking awesome!” he said out loud and the other men nodded in agreement.

“So Sis, how was your first night as a dancer?” Conner ignored the pregnant girl’s pleas for someone else to touch her and bring her to orgasm as she frantically pressed her own pleasure buttons for release. He looked down at me and directly asked me a question – putting on a show for everyone else.

There were a few looky-loos who were either V.I.P. customers who had just wrapped up things or employees going home for the night watching as well. I thought I saw the man who bought a dance from Mom and I earlier in the backroom watching from the shadows next to the club.

“I really didn’t do much dancing, Master,” I answered my brother’s question with my tits to the pavement.

“Given you paid them to be here I can see that,” Conner smiled at us. “You aren’t coming back here – you both realize that don’t you?”

“Thank you Master!” The relief in my mother’s voice as she said that was matched only by my own as I joined her in unison and felt like wiggling my ass with joy from the doggy position I was in.