Chapter One Hundred Thirty Two

I Am Going to Kick Your Ass So Hard Even Google Won’t Be Able To Find You

I was surprised just how many people they had managed to fit into the back of Odd-Jobs old red truck; until I realized they had us basically nose to ass and elbow to elbow on all fours lined up once they let Angel pry herself off the trailer hitch. Ted made her suck her fingers and then the hitch clean while they loaded the rest of us up. Angel wasted no time obediently following orders, licking her sticky fingers and continuing to play with her own tits until she was loaded into the back of the truck with me and the others.

“Just like the Ark, boys and girls!” Catfish instructed us as they herded us all back up on the truck bed. Damian and Gene were watching and smiling from the cab of the truck with Odd-Jobs.

“Naked women in the back, asses up and tits touching cold steel ladies!” Ted announced as he slapped his sister’s ass to prod her into position “You can get behind your lady,” Ted told Bill to crawl behind her and wrap his lip around the butt plug between Daisy’s cheeks. “You don’t have any tits and I wouldn’t want you to blow off the back when we open her up on the highway!”

Ted kicked Meth-Head Bill in the ass as he forced him to line up behind his freshly enslaved wife. He laughed, “I could use a fresh set of truck nuts hanging from the bumper. Too bad you ain’t got a set of balls – they would at least be good for something then!”

Daisy managed to stifle her nefarious laugh – she was clearly willing to trade her own pride and security to make sure Bill got his and was thoroughly enjoying her brother goading Bill on.

Bill cowered and whimpered slightly – nodding. He was a defeated pushover and that may have been the only reason Ted lost interest in continuing to humiliate his brother-in-law.

They were packing us in tightly, like sardines in a can. Mom and I were going to end up being one of the last back on the truck as Savannah and Crystal were sandwiched on either side of Lloyd. April, Tawny, Angel, Lilah, Chastity, Sarah, Ashley, were all in front of us lining up two by two and getting down on all fours into a crawl position to be transported back to the Buckman.

“Wow, did you really have to bring everyone to pick us up, Sir?” I grinned at my brother and he administered his reply with a playful smack on the bottom.

“Would you and mom prefer I made you two walk home my little cum hound?” Conner grinned standing over me – his feet planted directly in front of me. “You seem to have lost your training collar. You are lucky I picked up some things for you and Mom tonight,” he was going to show me when he realized someone was approaching in the darkened parking lot and abruptly stopped talking.

“Why should we bother with these two? Let’s go home. I am tired, baby! I need the foot rub,” I cringed as I heard the sound of footsteps behind me and the stilted Ukrainian accent of Dominique telling whoever she was with to leave us be.

“You must be the infamous Conner,” I heard the Russian dancer sigh when the man with her introduced himself to my brother. I knew the voice – it was the older man in the suit who fucked me in the ass in the backroom. I couldn’t see them behind me because I was on all fours with my ass stuck up in the air towards them.

“I am not sure I’ve had the pleasure,” Conner greeted him stoically and I could tell the two of them were shaking hands.

“I definitely had the pleasure,” the man chuckled “With your mother and your sister over here,” He laughed saying he liked us like this.

“Thank you,” Conner seemed a little confused and invited him to the car wash in the morning.

“Thing is,” the man observed shrewdly “Your momma here has been putting on a show with another guy she called Conner and a girl she called Ellen, so how do I know you are the real thing and not just another actor in your momma’s plays?”

“C’mon, let us go,” Dominique demanded bluntly that she was growing bored, “Who cares about this? Why do you care? She fucks son. In Ukraine this is done all the time by horny women whose husband is on Black Sea. Makes them men and teach them about birds and bee.”

Conner asked our mother if it was true with a tone that sounded genuinely hurt, “Are you doing this?”

“Yes Master, does it displease you?” My mom’s submissive and level tone was surprising to me. I thought she would be as red faced as I was becoming once I heard these things said out loud.

“No, no it doesn’t,” Conner answered with a hesitant, “I guess…” that left me wondering if it did bother him or he was just trying to grapple with the reason for the show.

“The back room shows have to be interesting and exotic to appeal to the customers. The manager asked me my children’s names when I got there and I didn’t realize he would use them as part of the show I perform in. If it displeases you – please punish me, Master! I know I am a wretched bitch for besmirching your name.” mom pleaded apologetically.

“I am not angry that you were in the show, you just should have told me!”

“Well Hell’s bells,” the man sounded delighted “You may just be the real deal, boy! So this girl next to her is really Ellen?”

“Yes Sir, I am!” I admitted while keeping my tits pressed to the parking lot pavement. I expected Ted to honk the horn for us to go because we were the only ones not on the truck, but he didn’t.

“I know who Obama is but who is Mike then?” the man asked.

“He is our father, Sir!” I explained swallowing hard – thinking about the donkey’s long black-grey dick all slicked up with our pussy juices and then my own father’s face – what would he say if he knew of all this depravity?

“Where is he?” the man asked if he was on the truck.

“Why?” Conner asked him abruptly and with a bit of scorn.

“I’d advise you to watch your tone, Son,” the man warned my brother and asked him if he knew he was.

“Not my father, that’s for sure,” Conner answered smarmily. It sounded like he was increasingly growing offended.

“I am the Mayor of this here town, boy,” the man admitted and said he just wanted to shake his hand and meet the man who taught his son to be a Master over his wife and daughter.

“I thought Senior was the mayor,” Conner said without answering his question.

The Mayor chuckled and rocked on his heels for a second before getting serious. “I suppose some people know Senior has a little more power than any other in this town, but he is a private citizen just like anybody else.”

“Baby, talky-talk,” Dominique interrupted “you are really starting to bore me with all the talky-talk. Can we not go? I give you special blow-job. The kind you like.”

“Let me just ask Baby-Doll something, sweet-heart,” the mayor patted Dominique on the butt and told her to wait in the Cadillac.

“Cadillac, Smaddilack,” Dominique’s tone dripped with sarcasm as she pointed it out, it was “Just Oldsmobile. I wait there – do not make me wait too long.”

“You really do whatever your son tells you? No bullshitting?” he leaned down to ask my mom.

“He is my master and owner now that my husband is gone, Sir,” my mom answered him very openly, as if there was no shame in any of it. “You see my daughter and I are rude, lazy, selfish country club cunts who spent all of our money and wasted it. We ended up living with my sister who is on the truck. Master Conner wasn’t going to let us return to our old ways, and decided topunish us by making us earn a living as his whores. You are welcome to come to the car wash tomorrow and I am sure he will let us give you the same special blowjob Dominique provides – happily.”

“That’s hot,” the mayor sounded excited. The fact we were blood related definitely turned him on and the more authentic and real we seemed the more he showed it. “I think I will just fuck you both tomorrow night at the Landing Strip.”

“They won’t be back,” Conner answered for mom bluntly.

“Why in the fuck not? You could come too! Your sister already put on a hell of a show. I can talk to Skinny and get you in the show! Make a lot more than you are making at some fucking car wash,” the Mayor became annoyed we wouldn’t be back to his usual hang out.

“Master decided we could make more at the car wash and need discipline in the evenings to be kept in line, Sir,” Mom explained that their fines were paid and they were not going to return.

“You will be back,” the Mayor promised, “They all come back!”

He coughed up a wad of spit and let it fly directly to the center of my parted ass cheeks and told me he owed me that much. “Thanks for the ass, little girl,” he said as my skin crawled at how creepy that felt and sounded to be thanked by a man almost the age of my grandfather for fucking him after he spit on my asshole. “I am impressed with you Conner – I hope to see you around Buckman some time,”

“We are at Buckman Acres every day at the pool area,” he promised as he forced mom and I up on to the back of the truck in a crawling position. We had to climb from the ground but remaining crawling. “Spread your cheeks wider like the other girls!”

“Have a good night, Mayor,” O.J. offered from the driver’s seat as the Mayor walked away.

“I should have known you was behind this assemblage of tits and ass,” the Mayor chuckled.

“This harem belongs to Ted Gaylord,” Odd-Jobs announced.

“Teddy? I never thought that little shit would amount to anything,” the Mayor asked if Senior gave his blessing.

“If he didn’t don’t you think he would have told you to come shut us down?” Odd-Jobs suggested. I heard Ted harrumph as if he were going to say something to the mayor but one look from Odd-Jobs told him to let sleeping dogs lie.

“I guess he would have,” I heard the Mayor sound a little more cautious about speaking loudly and excused himself by telling Odd-Jobs, “Keep your tail feathers, dry.”

“Seeya old man!” Tyga popped his head up from within the truck. He was shirtless and grinned and laughed – causing a few others to giggle as well. The Mayor didn’t bother to respond – he just slinked off to his car.

“I thought Tyga was one of the bosses?” I observed out loud. We were packed so tightly in the back of the truck I could barely see that he was completely naked except for a metal cock cage of his own. He was on all fours and sandwiched between his sister and mother.

“Nope, Sherlock decided he didn’t want to be our Master anymore,” Tawny said of her brother the would-be rapper with disappointment in his decision.

“Make more money as a Man-whore!” Tyga pointed a thumb to his ass with the word “WHORE” emblazoned in red magic marker. “I am going to fuck all the bitches for money like Lloyd!”

“Hey, at least we don’t have to listen to what he tells us to do anymore,” April told her daughter while sandwiched behind her son’s bare ass. “Whatever he earns goes into the pot to split.” She looked like she didn’t think her son would earn very much but she was fine with his decision.

“Then you should have got a tattoo, Sir,” I laughed in Tyga’s general direction as I settled into my position directly behind April’s pert and tanned bare ass. I found it kind of funny Tyga would gladly humiliate himself and give up the opportunity to be a Master over us, but Ryan had done the same thing too.

Ryan’s reasons were a little more stoic because he thought it wasn’t fair he wasn’t going to be punished just because he was Odd-Job’s relative.

“Big Mike did Lloyd’s tattoo and then he said no more men after that,” Tyga chuckled that he was completely down to get the tattoo “or a sweet, sweet Insane Clown Posse Hatchet Man tat. I am down with the clown!”

I noticed Lloyd’s muscular frame between his sister and mother on all fours. He sported the same tattoo they did and made the metal cock cage actually look sexy. It framed his crotch, reminding me of a football player’s helmet guard – crisscrossed by steel.

“You aren’t supposed to call Tyga ‘Sir’ any longer – get ya spanked,” I felt Ryan’s hot breath on the back of my neck as he laid himself across my back in doggy-style position. I could feel the coldness of his metal cock cage as he pressed against my wet pussy. “He is one of us, now.”

It felt nice when Ryan snuggled up against me – I was going to say something clever but I smiled instead and enjoyed his hot breath on the nape of my neck.

Mom was forced to get behind him, pushed up against him with her ass pointing upwards and out against the gate of the truck. “Sorry Mrs. Tinkle – I know I am probably pretty sweaty right now. I’ll scrunch forward if I can so you can have some more room.”

“You can call me Baby-Doll or Pat, Ryan,” Mom told him informally that after everything they have gone through together there was no need for formality. “I don’t mind and you probably don’t want to know what I am covered in – we didn’t get to take showers at the club. You are fine just like you are – if you don’t mind me resting my face between your legs”

“Mouth Closed Pussy Boy,” Ted smacked Ryan’s ass hard enough I felt it. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you there Baby Doll but I like it – why don’t you try to suck pussy boy’s nuts through the cock cage and make him hard. I love to see him squirm!”

“You sure do, Sir!” Ryan always sounded like a smart-ass and when he agreed with Ted it only reinforced that his sarcasm was patronizing him. Ted didn’t push the issue – he patted mom and Candy on the butts because they were the last ones in the truck and told us all to hold on to the ass in front of us.

“It’s gonna be a bumpy road on the dirt roads home, Hold on to your asses!” He promised as he jokingly asked if any of us wanted to stop at Krystal on the way home and get a burger. “You girls are probably so full of cum you aren’t hungry anyway,” he laughed. He didn’t really want to hear if any of us were hungry and apparently I missed a big feast at Olive Garden from what I gathered.

I was famished but with April’s ass directly in my face I couldn’t think about a greasy hamburger.

Instead, I imagined a soft, pink jelly donut.

I really didn’t understand what was coming over me. I knew in part that the alcohol and the adrenalin rushes I had been experiencing had something to do with it all. I had confronted Candy and paid off her debt just to obligate her to my brother. I think in a way it was revenge and in another I felt sorry for her having to deal with those assholes.

They kept telling me that 900 dollars on the first night was good. “Yeah, if you MAKE 900 dollars” but not if you walk away owing it. Skinny had explained with all the startup costs of those costumes, house registration fees, drinks I had actually come pretty close to breaking even. I had become furious and just wanted to get out of there – but I also was more determined than ever to make the most of this experience.

To that end – I was now fantasizing about April’s sweet and perfectly puckered pussy dripping and fragrant bared before me. She and her daughter had been absolutely awful to me and my family and I couldn’t think about that at all – I could only think how a fly must feel before it willingly lands on a delicate Venus fly-trap to meet its fate as my tongue painted perfect strokes of the alphabet up and down and side to side in between her juicy well-muscled thighs.

A perfect, pink asshole slightly swollen from a full night of fucking sitting on top of the most perfectly shaped bald pussy God or Photoshop could ever craft.

“I could feel your breath, hon,” April straightened her back slightly and then arched it without closing her legs.

“Sorry,” I apologized. I could feel Ryan’s steel cage against my sex and his hands wrapped around my tits as I felt ashamed for losing myself in the sex of a woman my mom’s age. It was just such a perfect pussy.

“Don’t apologize,” April explained we were gonna be like this for at least forty-five minutes back to the Buckman, “Unless you ain’t gonna lick it.”

I smirked – she wasn’t aggravated by my staring into her pussy. She was annoyed I was not licking. I obliged and pressed forward – burying my nose into her crack and letting the wetness of my tongue flick across the elegant curves of her vagina.

“Why don’t you lick my ass, mom?” Tyga wiggled his marked up ass at his mother.

“You had your chance to make me Tyga,” her tone denying and mocking him at the same time “But you wanted to be a man-whore! Well, you got your wish!”

“Well, I ain,t licking Tawny’s dirty ass then!” he promised.

The blonde high-school bully looked over her shoulder at her brother scornfully and told him she didn’t want him to. “As soon as mom and I earn enough to get out of this I am going to kick your ass so hard Google won’t be able to find you.”

“Hey, I’ll lick that booty – you don’t have to tell me twice, Sis!” her brother was surely dim-witted, but sometimes I couldn’t help but wonder if he just enjoyed playing the dufus so he could get her goat.

“If you are going to lick – lick the right hole, jerkoff,” Tawny put up very little protest despite her protesting as her brother complied with her request and began licking.

I caught myself laughing into April’s juicy pussy – that was funny. April didn’t seem to mind and wiggled her bottom to encourage me to explore a little deeper inside of her. We were pressed in tightly in the back of the truck – asses up into the night air as the truck began its journey back to the trailer park.

“You lick pussy pretty good,” April purred and wriggled her bottom for me. “You may need ta’ come ‘round my trailer a few times when we are all done with this,” her sassy southern charm was making me blush.

“How come you don’t say that about me,” Tyga had his bare ass in his mother’s face and his head between his sister’s legs.

“Cuz you aint good at it, dipshit,” Tawny told him straight up with a look over her shoulder and scorn in her eyes. “Go ahead,” she sighed, “At least you got your little pecker wrapped up in that steel cock cage and can’t fuck me.”

I surmised that all of the men who were serving had been fitted with cock cages that night for some reason.

“Yeah, so? If ladies want to play with my Johnson they gotta pay!” Tyga bragged.

“Think about it Einstein,” the blonde high school senior chided her brother for not realizing none of the girls had to wear them and men paid to fuck them too. “They keep it on you so that if you get hard – your dick will hurt.”

“When you make me hard, we’ll see!” Tyga managed to make everyone laugh with his quip.

Tawny frowned “You’ve got a Where is Waldo dick – can’t find it.” Reaching behind her while on all fours and flicking the stainless steel cage with her fingers.

My brother reached out with his crop and cropped her ass. “Watch yourself! Stay in position – asses up, tits down! Keep your palms flat on the bed of the truck!” He had set up a position in the very back to keep an eye on all the girls with Gabriel while the other Master’s sat in the front cab of the truck.

“Dammit, that stings!” Tawny whined “See what you made him do?” she whisper-blamed her brother for the whipping she just received. “Momma, how long we gotta put up with this shit until we pay the debt back.”

“Mine should be paid back in a couple days but you are the one who stole 15,000 so I’d imagine this is your summer, baby!” April exuded a kind of decadent pleasure while I licked her pussy as she casually informed her daughter that she would be working the summer.

“You fucking bitch,” Tawny sniffed and pouted before promising “You’ll be doing this as long as I am doing this!”

“What about me?” Tyga interjected his question.

“You can quit any time you little pre-vert,” Tawny spoke down to her brother without any regard for his previous station as a Master. She never really gave him much respect even when he was in charge.

“I can?” Tyga asked with a befuddled tone in his voice.

“No baby,” April told her son that he would do this as long as needed. “You are one of us now – so you are going to finish what you started,” she promised.

“You all can do this all summer but after my Daddy says I can come home – I am fucking done and back to the club!” Candy promised from behind me. I didn’t look over my shoulder – I couldn’t be bothered to stop licking pussy to look to the girls on my left and right. I was singularly obsessed with the sex organ I was playing and the way April reacted to my every breath and lick with increasing pleasure.

My brother whipped her ass a few times with his crop – I heard the swish and swatting and she yelped slightly and asked stubbornly if that was, “All you got? My little brother hits harder than that.”

“You need to tell me why you prefer to work at that club?” My brother increased the intensity that he swatted her ass. “You don’t make any money and you prefer that?”

“Well, I can drink for one thing,” she chuckled at him and said they didn’t tickle her with tiny little whips for talking out of turn. “I can tell people to go to hell, I can wear what I wanna, I can come late when I wanna, I can do what I wanna.”

“It’s more than that,” my brother insisted she could get a job doing almost anything else and at least make money at it.

“They let you bring home money every now and then so you don’t go broke. You may borrow a draw on future earnings – but the club is always going to get theirs just like the Gaylord’s are gonna get theirs from this little game y’all playing,” Candy’s voice cracked a little as my brother found the sweet spot on her ass and laid into her.

“I hope your ass is as tough as your talk,” my brother promised with gritted teeth that she had a long week in front of her as his personal slave. “Now answer my question! Why do you work at that shit hole if they don’t even pay you?”

“You know how you feed a cat every day and it’s yours but it don’t run off?” Candy explained with gasping breath as my brother swatted her ass. “You don’t need no fence or collar!”

“What do they feed you?” my brother was determined to beat the truth right out of Candy’s lily-white bubble butt.

“Zanny bars, cocaine, whatever pill – I don’t have to know what it is. I’ll just down it with a little tequila and it makes the night interesting,” that answer made sense to me. Candy had easy access to drugs while she worked and that is also why she didn’t mind losing money to the club.

I thought my brother was done with her at that point. They could only talk when the truck was at a red light or slowing down; and there weren’t many of those on those old country roads and highways once we left the downtown strip malls and fast food places.

I heard her break down into tears when her sister told us the real reason. “She don’t think she can be anything else,” Angel shouted back over the thrush of the night air rushing over the truck as Ted sped down the bumpy old country road and my brother stopped whipping her.

Candy sobbed and said that she had something in her eye and that, “Angel is the only one who is worthless and only good as a pretty face and nice tits!”

“You think I have a pretty face?” Angel was genuinely flattered at her sister’s comment, but Candy didn’t confirm or deny.

My brother smacked them both hard on their asses. “You two cunts are more than just a pretty face,” he reminded them.

“Yeah, you are two tits, an ass, and a pussy!” Savannah laughed from across the truck.

“You are all of that too,” Conner admitted. “I don’t want to hear any of this shit tomorrow. Tomorrow, you are a stripper who wasted all of the hundreds of dollars you make at the strip club on yourself and you are going to act defiant and need a lesson taught to you!”

“What? That’s stupid,” Candy didn’t seem to understand the complex grift system we played.

“Just play your role and then be a good whore and suck the dicks I tell you and we will make you some real money.”

“Why don’t we skip all that Master and Slave and Sir and Ma’am and I just suck a bunch of dicks and we call it even?”

KA-WHAP! I heard the sting sizzle into the night as all of us who had felt the lash in the last few days sympathetically flinched when my brother gave Candy another physical lesson in obedience as we pulled away from another red light.

It was a painful reminder of why we are here. “Can you believe this shit?” I heard Candy ask incredulously.

“Yes, I can,” my mother answered her very sternly.

“You gonna let him do you this way?” Candy pouted that she didn’t think my mom would let him push her this far.

“Yes, I am. I am his whore. He calls the shots and I answer to him,” my mom was behind me and I couldn’t see her face, but from her tone I knew that stubborn face of compliance and willingness I had seen at the club when we were on our stations dancing.

“Shit, how am I gonna put up with this shit all week and no club?” Candy commiserated.

“It’s simple dear,” my mom instructed her to just pull her ass cheeks far apart. “My son has seen one of those before – make sure he can have access to all of it and then beg him to whip you for being such a sneaky, lazy cunt like this…” My mom switched her tone to one of a refined Country Club Elitist and literally begged to be beaten. “Please Master – I wasted all of your college money for Harvard on new shoes tonight. I know that was wrong – I know it now, please beat me in the most intimate of places – I deserve it. Anything to teach me the error of my ways!”

KA-WHAP! I heard my mom yelp and with that the truck pulled out of the red light and accelerated into the night.