Chapter One Hundred Thirty Six

She can’t keep a fucking secret tucked in her lips any more than she could a fart out of that fat ass of hers

“You remember Pea-Pod?” Candy began her request of my brother by reminding him that Pea-Pod was the name of her boyfriend who had run off when her Daddy threatened to cut off his balls because he was a “no-account, skinny little poser wannabe right before he forbid me to dance again,” she said.

“You danced last night anyway!” Conner replied.

“You let me though,” Candy grinned, revealing that she’d do whatever she wanted if she could get away with it –regardless of her father’s wishes.

I wasn’t sure why she would date someone she thought of like that in the first place but Candy and her sister had complicated and often circular logic about men.

My brother assured her he did.

“It’s kind of hard to ask it like this and I don’t expect you to understand, Sir,” Candy seemed suddenly at a loss for words and that was something I didn’t think I would ever see. “I hate to ask for this but if he or any of his friends shows up,” she said that because this was all some kind of pretend or something anyway she really needed my brother to understand this and she wouldn’t be mad when he did it or hold a grudge.

Conner asked her to spit it out and even played with her bare nipples a little to coax the request from her.

“I need you to be mean like you was tonight,” she said in a rapid voice that I instantly recognized because I did it too when I wanted to say something so hard to say that I just tried to spit it out quickly. “Even more so than you are and really like beat my ass in front of him,” she told him that she wanted the “full” treatment. “March me around like you did in the parking lot, get strange guys to pay to fuck me, stick things up my ass, finger my pussy, beat me with a stick, make me kiss it and call you Master, all that and whatever else you can think of,” she pleaded with him.

“I am not sure you know what you are asking for,” Conner smiled that he would happily oblige. “You haven’t even served at the pool for one day and you were really hesitant tonight with those girls,” he warned.

“That’s because I know those fucking bitches,” Candy narrowed her eyes and said she grew up with them just down the street. “Except when I knew them they were skinny little fuckers with flat chests and snotty, runny noses running down the street singing Biddy Biddy Bop after my brother Gabriel and his friends,” she laughed at them as awkward twelve year old girls.

“You know they ain’t even Puerto Rican like they say,” Candy looked rueful as she pointed out they were “Mexicans, but just ashamed to admit it.” She said it was hard to bend over and let them get the best of her because she totally knew their boyfriends too.

“They were some of the most handsome motherfuckers in Buckman High and I had a crush on Hector. That motherfucker probably knew that but he never even asked me out. He probably figured because my Daddy is a straight up racist that he wouldn’t be welcome, but I would have totally owned his sexy, Latin dick!” She laughed and said it was actually disappointing he didn’t play with her tonight.

“Why do you want me to be hard on you when Pea-Pod comes around exactly?” My brother twisted her nipple hard and Candy didn’t flinch.

“Don’t make me regret asking,” she looked like she was having second thoughts now that she had said it out loud.

“Hey, if you don’t want me to do this for you then I won’t,” Conner smiled and reminded her he could totally be a dick anyway and put her through her paces. “Your father said to check your attitude and if I did that he’d consider me a friend indeed.”

“That’s his word for a friend of the brotherhood,” she explained that it was something of a big deal. If he ever needed a favor from them he could ask and they ‘handled things’ for people. They had handled them for Gaylord when he didn’t want his boys getting dirty. “Once you are Outlaw then it is forever,” she explained her father’s offer never expired, even if he died.

Candy’s expression suggested she was reconsidering her suggestion and was on the fence about it before saying “Fuck it, let’s do it. You do this for me and I’ll consider you a friend indeed too,” but clarified it was only when Pea-Pod came around OR his friends. “I better add around Daddy or Daddy’s friends as well,” she looked like she was calculating the odds of that happening as she made the request.

“How would I even know who they were when they come around?” Conner asked and reminded her that he had asked why she REALLY wanted him to increase the severity of her training around them. “I don’t ask twice. Why should I be any more strict around them and any less when they aren’t?” my brother minced no words about it.

“That’s right, you aren’t from around here,” Everyone at the Buckman kind of knew everyone – that was sort of a given. Candy looked up as if the answer was above her as she thought about it. “I can give you a sort of sign when someone comes around and then you start kicking my ass and putting me through my paces,” she offered like there was no doubt she could take whatever he can dish out. Her confidence was kind of sexy but probably a little naïve because my brother could be a right proper bastard when he wanted to be.

“You know I am going to be a lot stricter than I was tonight? That this was pretty much what you are going to do all the time for the rest of the week?” Conner warned her.

“You ain’t being that strict right now,” Candy gave him a mischievous wink and reminded him we had just been standing there. “I hate to ask because believe me I have my reasons not to even be here,” she said. She almost made it sound like she didn’t have a choice before when her Father made her stand out in the yard naked and then come with us, but now it was clear she had an agenda and a goal. It made it easier to feel less sympathy for her if my brother gave her what she was asking for.

She said that she suddenly felt for the first time in her life how the smart girl in class does, that always asks for the extra-credit and feels bad when there is a substitute because she doesn’t have to turn in her oral report. “You were worried about your mom holding a gruge for you being an onery little shit to her earlier – well, you won’t have to worry about that with me, if we do this.” She said IF like she was having second thoughts about it.

I almost cracked up because that described me perfectly in High School.

“What is it you want and why?” Conner insisted she cut to the chase.

“I want you to run me through the ringer, even if I cry or beg; I don’t want you to stop when he is around. Slap my ass and treat me like a cum-puppy and train me to submit – make me do it all, every trick you have in that nerdy little noggin of yours.” She asked if he could do this for her or should she ask Ted. “I know that stunty little motherfucker would, but he don’t have your brain and imagination. Angel told me how you did her and from what I saw tonight, I get it,” Candy was clearly a hard one for giving compliments but this was as close to one as she could give.

“Just tell me why?” Conner asked, even though he’d promised not to ask twice.

“Pea-pod don’t appreciate me and I want to see how he reacts to seeing me suffering and twerking and sucking cocks. He didn’t seem to mind when I made money and gave half to him at the club, but now that we ain’t together no more I want to see how he really feels. You cannot let him train me or fuck me or nothing like that neither,” she added another stipulation to the deal. “I want him so blue-balled with rage,” she smiled at the mental image before explaining, “that he’d do anything to have me!”

She said that he should have seen Derek after he figured out what had happened with Angel and him. “That stupid muscle-head had finally figured out he and Angel wasn’t even together no more,” she said she had dated guys dumber and angrier than him but he was up there with the worst of them. “He thought you was his buddy just giving him advice and no real threat. He didn’t see you was pulling the rug right out from under him by listening to her, and when Daddy let you discipline her he didn’t even mind because he thought you were no threat,” Candy explained that a guy so full of himself wouldn’t see a smart nerdy dweeb as a threat.

She had managed to compliment him for how smart and clever he was and at the same time insult him for being a dweeb that other guys wouldn’t take seriously as a threat. She was trying to make a point about how my brother had put Angel in her place and when he made her a “Nigger Lover” that Derek wanted her more than anything. He saw what he had lost and you always want what you can’t have. She explained it really shook him up to see her sucking, fucking, and licking the ball sacks of black men because his sweet little Angel was this full on whore now and he felt less worthy than them.

“He had gone to daddy and shed a tear and told him all about it,” Candy pondered while remaining poised and in position. She was standing up much straighter now while she talked about this instead of standing casually compliant with her hands on her butt like she had earlier.

“What did your father say?” Conner asked with a bemused expression.

“That crusty old motherfucker didn’t say word one to me for the first six years of my life. You know Daddy, he don’t talk much, but when he does he says a whole hell of a lot.” She said he never taught her the ABC’s or 123’s or any nerd stuff like that.

She did an imitation of her father’s deep voice “Candy baby, you about six years old now ain’t that right? It’s time you learned about gear ratios between the drive sprocket and the rear wheel and how it can affect the bike's torque. It’s the number of teeth on each gear that are connected at a given time. So if a gear with 60 teeth in use is connected to one with 30, there is a 2:1 gear ratio. The gear ratios in the transmission determines how hard the motorcycle has to work at a given speed and gear. Now you go and get me a beer and fuck off outside or something,” she chuckled and I couldn’t help but laugh picturing this cute blue-eyed blonde little version of Candy nodding her head and getting that beer for her Daddy.

She painted a picture of Derek coming to see her Dad “all boo-hooing and bellyaching” and her Daddy didn’t have nearly as many words for him. He told him to grow a set of balls or he would yank them off” and to come back only “if he wanted a shotgun shell to his puny baby brain.”

“Wow, that’s harsh!” I interjected with a chuckle.

“It’s Daddy’s way. He is going to challenge any guy who comes along for his daughters and if they are intimidated of him then he is going to run them off.” She explained that Pea-Pod was a little bitch-pussy from the start and the only way he may even think about trying to claim her is if he knows he really can’t have her.

“So what does that have to do with doing it around your father or your father’s friends then if they don’t talk to Pea-Pod and his friends?” Conner asked while scratching his chin.

“Nothing, Sir,” Candy explained that if Daddy thought she wasn’t getting anything from this experience then he was going to make her repeat it like he did the 6^th grade. “I had to take 6^th grade three times!” she said she was already fucking her band teacher by the time she finally graduated to the 7^th grade just because she had basically no one to date close to her own age. I might have thought she was exaggerating if I didn’t already know her feelings about sex.

“When you grow up pretty in the trailer park,” she sighed as if she had to explain to us because we looked a little shocked, “you learn very early that every guy you ever talk to is going to try to get into your jeans. The idea is to wrap them around your finger and get some free candy out of it or something if you can,” she laughed as if that should be obvious before explaining why her Dad had been included in her request.

“If Daddy saw me just standing here getting my titty touched and gabbing like this with you he’d probably tell me to come on home and tie me out to the garbage cans while he fucks that fat bitch all day long.” Candy was probably absolutely right about that prediction.

I think Conner wanted to chastise her for calling Maw-Maw a fat bitch. She was the matron of the entire Gaylord clan, but if I wasn’t mistaken that had been written proudly across her ass in marker when we dropped her off. I think I was more curious why he preferred Maw-Maw over his own wife who was an incredible classic beauty.

“Why does he like Maw-Maw so much?” Conner asked the question for me.

“You know for a smart boy you sure can be a dumb ass sometimes, Master.” Candy said that she wasn’t always a “Bologna Whale”. I assumed she meant Beluga Whale but Bologna worked just as well. She explained that her Daddy still had photos of her when she was young and hot as hell. She was Senior’s pride and joy when his business was in its prime and had been raised to serve and suck cocks. “She learned how to tie knots with just her tongue when other girls were learning how to tie their shoelaces.” She said that her Mom knew she couldn’t compete with a bitch like that and never tried.

“She didn’t always have an ass the size of the backside of a barn,” Candy said that it wasn’t just a pretty face and a tight little body that mattered. She said that Maw-Maw had been his first and she had set the bar so high for women who came after that he was never quite satisfied because he knew he couldn’t have her. “She had warned him not to fall in love with a whore, but Daddy didn’t take the advice of whores,” she grinned.

We chuckled at that – Candy was definitely a colorful storyteller – a stark contrast to Angel who was whiny and pouty and not all that bright.

“You know how you always have your hall-pass with your boyfriend, where if you ever met a particular person you could fuck them and there is no hard feelings?” Candy said but I don’t think my brother understood the reference.

“Mine was Brad Pitt and Mike’s was Jenifer Aniston,” Mom was listening intently to the story and smiling while my brother alternated touching all of us. She mused that when they were a couple they would sometimes fantasize about meeting them somewhere broke down on the side of the road and swapping for just one night.

“Yeah, something like that,” Candy didn’t like being interrupted by the women who shushed her earlier, “except in the Buckman it’s usually a neighbor or someone you went to high school with. It’s not like the club is exactly big on monogamy anyway but Mom always knew that Maw-Maw was Daddy’s Hall Pass. She wasn’t shocked at all when he traded her ass for a week with that woman to relive all his old memories. I guess she knows how to do things to and for a man that would make him more slippery than snot on a glass doorknob! It’s just one week and Mom knows she belongs to him and will be back. She ain’t worried about it.”

“You know for a dumb bitch who doesn’t think too much about the future,” Conner answered her retort with one of his own, but gave a back handed compliment that, “I’m impressed with how smart you are.”

“That’s just street smarts,” she reminded him she didn’t have book smarts like he did and asked if he would do it or not.

“Why bring this to me and not Ted, or even Gabriel? He is here to learn how to handle women,” Conner asked another question.

“I am starting to regret asking cuz you could start an argument in an empty house,” the Southern girl seemed to be full of funny little sayings. “I don’t know yet if you are the best Master in this bunch but you are MY Master,” Candy started to say something nice but stopped herself and took another course. “You do little things that impress me,” she described how he pulled her head back and stuffed the dildo in her mouth when she was nervous to get her to stop talking earlier. She said most men wouldn’t have noticed that she was rambling and needed to be shut up. If they did notice, they would have just rode her hard and put her up wet. She reminded him how he came back once she had cooled down and put it in her pussy and then played with it a little. “You know how to push down on my clit and I think I am learning brainy boys just take that little extra time to do things right, you know?”

Then she ruled out the other Master’s with simple pragmatic math.

“Gabriel is handsome as all hell. He got mom’s pretty face and Daddy’s magnetism. He is going to be a real heart breaker one day. Right now though he is about as useful as a trap door on a canoe! He don’t know how to stand up to me. He is here just as much as me to prove himself to Daddy. Daddy knows when you blow smoke up his ass and he would realize in a Chicago minute that I was shining him on if I just surrendered to that boy and let him run me like a clock,” she shook her head no.

“Catfish is a two-bit hustler who always has some scam going on. He got that big old Burt Reynolds mustache and talks a good game, but I bet he done fell in love with Cricket – and good for her, because she is ugly as sin but has a heart of gold.”

Then she said that S.S. would be ideal, but he is the strong silent type who would never in a million years tell a lie to her daddy. That left Ted and Odd-Jobs and O.J., as far as she knew, was more of the power behind the throne who didn’t do things directly.

“He used to be Gaylord’s right hand man and recruiter,” she said that everyone knew him and Maw-Maw were an item back in the day. “They were like Trailer Park Royalty – I guess still are,” she said. “I don’t think that is my crowd. I’d fit in like a jigaboo at a Garth Brooks concert with them,” she said without the least bit apology for something so racist.

That left Ted as her only real option besides Conner. “Daddy used to say that if brains were dynamite Ted Gaylord couldn’t blow his own nose,” she explained that Ted used to come around the club house looking to be a member. Candy told us her Daddy’s theory about him. He must have been bullied at an early age and he wanted to bully other people back – so that could never happen again or as payback or something. If he could be a bad-ass then no one would ever mess with him. She said that back then Ted was looking to belong to the club so that he could be menacing and tough. Guys like him join the police, the US Marines, become bikers, whatever they can to seem tough; but the club doesn’t need bullies like that. She said that because he was born on the wrong side of the Gaylord family tree he had not received the breaks or respect that he must have felt were due to him and so he was always trying to come up with get rich quick scams with his buddy Catfish.

She said that Daddy had thought at first this was just another of his dumb ideas. She said that Ted had run a Karate Dojo, a gym, a strip club to compete with the Landing Strip, even started his own shooting range; and near about shot off his own foot in the process. She told us they always fell apart for some reason or another and Ted was left holding the bag.

That this one seemed different and if it hadn’t been for Conner coming and talking to her Daddy ‘man to man’ so many times he wouldn’t have believed that. He had seen genuine improvement in the girls down at the pool day after day. She said that when he had come to her, when she came stumbling drunk into the house after a night at the titty bar, and told her she was going to do this she screamed at him, shot him a bird and told him to eat shit.

“Well you know Daddy isn’t one for words,” she laughed and pointed to her ass and the beating she received that night. “He stripped me buck naked, threw all my clothes in the trash and tied me out on the lawn right then and there with a baseball bat in my ass.”

She said that she spent the entire night wishing he were dead and coming up with fantasies about the American Eagle Tapestry hanging from their front porch coming to life and clawing her Daddy’s eyes out.

“I figured this would all blow over and Daddy wouldn’t make me stop dancing forever – not for reals,” Candy used a cute baby voice to illustrate how she’d cozy up to him and he’d forgive as he often had. “He forgives but he never forgets,” she said that he’d promised to string her up outside the night before when she was laughing at Angel doing the same thing and she should have known she was pressing her luck showing up shit-faced and smelling like weed.

She stopped to explain that she had gone dancing tonight in direct defiance of her father and was actually kind of appreciative of the fact I paid off her debt. “It means I really can’t justify going back to that dump. I have to admit I never did make any REAL money. I just supported my habits and like your mom – I am a creature of habits,” Candy meant drug habits, not work-out routines around the house.

“I knew in the morning that Mom and Chastity would see me out on the lawn and laugh their asses off at me, and my little brother was going to poke the shit out of me with a stick,” she said that she spent a long time thinking about how to get away before she finally accepted that she would need to just grin and bear it because the chains weren’t going to get any loser the angrier she got.

“Garbage men were the first to find me,” She said they weren’t all that nice and left it at that. Then she described a few of the neighbor’s reactions, which ranged from laughter to outright hysterical laughter. “Just because I broke into some guy’s trailer one time when I was like 14 and stole a few of his precious VCR tapes you would think he would stop holding a grudge,” she was smiling over top of her frustration with the neighbor’s reaction. She reminded me so much of my cousin Savannah who could hate you and at the same time love you.

She told us that when Gabriel had come outside and fed her breakfast by hand on the lawn she knew that her Mom was not going to put a stop to this. She had imagined Lilah would tell Daddy that it was wrong to put your daughter naked on the lawn for everyone and their brother to torment.

“Sometimes I’ve heard her called Brandy?” Conner asked. We hadn’t expected her to reveal to us the entire story of how this came to be when she started talking about Ted but we were caught up in listening to it.

“That’s her dancing name, silly,” Candy acted like that should have been obvious and when my brother asked if Candy was her real name she said, “Candy J. Devine; and the J stands for Jerk offs, Jackasses and Just telling it like it is,” she said with a practiced precision. It was funny because she scrunched her face up like it should be obvious Candy is her real name. “Why would I make up a stripper name when I have an awesome real name like Candy to use?”

Conner told her to continue the story, but cut to the chase.

“I mean I don’t want to go into detail,” she went into further detail right after that about how her brother left the pancake syrup down her chest and slowly ants began to crawl up her leg to get that yummy syrup. That she was dancing her ass off while chained up, “to deal with the creepy-crawly feeling of them running all over my legs and there was nothing I could do to stop them when the neighbors walked out.”

She said the Huggins boys were three brothers who had grown up right next to them since they were little. “I had always been able to put them in their place with a glare or a mean comment, but now they were happier than a tick on a fat dog,” she smirked. She described how at first they tested to see if this was a trick or something.

“Like I am gonna stand out in the yard, naked in chains just so I can jump out and scare you when you tried to touch my tits, Teddy Huggins?” Candy said it in the same challenging way she must have to Teddy and then mimicked jerking her chain slightly when he did to scare him into thinking she was going to rip his head off. “That was pretty funny,” she laughed before describing how as payback they began pulling her tits and pussy lips hard and yanking her hair. Their sister came out and hung on her pussy lips like, “they were a fucking jungle gym.”

“It was their idea to get the baseball bat but Daddy put it up my ass for them,” she explained that she was in tears at first because she had never had anything that big anywhere near her ass. “Hell, Pea-Pod’s dick is like six inches hard on a good day,” she laughed and her pretty blue eyes got big and round as she described the full feeling in her ass as he put it in.

“I knew he wasn’t a total bastard when he lubed it up with spit,” she mused but she also knew he was not going to let her go back in the house anytime soon. “I honestly didn’t think he would let me keep dancing,” she explained.

“When Mom finally got locked out with me I laughed my ass off at her,” she said that happened much later in the day after the Huggins had their way with her for a few hours right on the lawn.

“She said that she had stood up for me and tried to get Daddy to let me back in the house and when I apologized do you know what Mom said?” Candy’s question was rhetorical because she continued without pause “She was just funning on me as a goof. She had actually told Daddy that it would do me some good because I was a lazy, drunk, going nowhere spoiled bitch and Pea-Pod was a piss-ant no-good piece of shit that was dragging me down with him,” she made light of the extremely mean things her mom said. I assumed perhaps because they could joke about it like that or maybe she just found the humor in the observation. I sometimes used comedy to defuse harsh situations.

“So Daddy had told her she was just as bad as me for raising me up to be a dumb slut and one thing led to another and there she was out on the lawn with me, tits out and on display,” she laughed and told us that her mom was a long time biker bitch so she wasn’t exactly a delicate buttercup about it.

“She’s been to Sturgis, Daytona Bike fest, all kinds of shit like that so it’s not like she hasn’t rode on the back of daddy’s bike tits out or anything like that, but when all his brothers’ from the club stopped by and saw one of the top old ladies chained up on the lawn they weren’t happy,” Candy paused for a moment.

This story was actually pretty hot and I was glad for the pause – between my brother winding me up with his fingers and her plain as day admission of how things went down on White Hall Circle I was getting very aroused.

“They weren’t happy because of the respect they had for her position?” Conner was prompting her to continue the story and tugging one of her nipples to focus her.

“Oh no, that isn’t why they weren’t happy,” she smiled broadly “They weren’t happy because he hadn’t called them over sooner,” she laughed and described briefly the number of dicks she saw that day. “We smelled like cum, worn leather and rainbows!”

“Rainbows?” Mom asked curiously.

“Motor oil, you dumb bitch! Don’t you learn nothing in Cherry Lawn? Anyway, where was I?” Candy explained that some of the mamas in the club were happy to see mom taken down a peg and expressly fucked with her. “They made us ride Crash Bungs,” she didn’t wait for the question and spoke to us like the obvious uninitiated noobs we clearly were about all things motorcycle. “They are like those Plastic bumpers that attach to a motorcycle frame to protect the bike's fairing in case it is dropped. I don’t figure you’d know even that much,” she said that there was absolutely no mercy when it came to those girls.

“One of them asked me if I was going to be a sheep one day like her and I said that my Daddy wouldn’t let me,” she explained that the girl had laughed at her and told her she should be glad because it was hard, brutal and that if Candy was in tears from these love taps that she’d never be able to handle the boot-camp for fresh sheep.

“I always thought Daddy didn’t want me to be a sheep because he thought I wasn’t pretty enough, but looking at those bitches and hearing her talk he just thought I was too weak to hang with them!” she insisted.

I thought better of suggesting that he may have just been trying to protect her from the dirty underside of outlaw biker culture and wanted better for her because she probably would have taken that as a severe insult.

“I told her I would be a sheep if I wanted and she laughed at me and told me I was no 1-kicker like my mother. That I was better off finding a boy with a rice-burner and asked me if my old man even rode.” Candy was clearly intent on telling a story that began with why Ted wasn’t the one she wanted to put her through her paces but was going in a completely different direction.

I didn’t know what a 1-kicker was but I assumed from her tone that it was some kind of special woman.

“Pea-pod doesn’t even ride. He has an old Ford LTD,” she said she was so embarrassed right then that she spit on the girl and told her she would be a sheep and one day an old lady to the leader of the club just like her mother.

“You aren’t fit to wear your mother’s leather,” the biker chick wiped off the spit and rubbed it into Candy’s mouth and up her nose before spitting back on her.

“So you want to be a sheep to prove to that girl she was wrong about you?” Conner was enjoying the story but obviously saw that coming.

“Not really,… exactly,” Candy’s expression showed really that she hadn’t thought about it like that until now. “I just want to be fit to wear my mother’s leather. I mean what’s the point of being a hot-ass biker chick born on the back of a fucking motorcycle and then not be with guys who ride? That girl showed me my purpose – I have to start as a sheep. You are basically nobody’s girl at that point. That is what I thought I was here until you stepped in and claimed me. When a guy claims you then you become a Mama but you aren’t somebody’s old lady until you been down with the club through thick and thin and everything in between. You have to earn those patches and I am down to do that.”

She summarized that Ted would probably put her through her paces, and he could do it, but that she was extending this offer to him because it all makes sense. “You want me to keep your secret,” she admitted she had forgotten what it was already and added that it was a simple request. “You probably will like it,” she explained that since he already had so many girls at his beck and call she wasn’t someone special or anything like that. “I am just three holes and two boobies with a pretty face to you but I’ll hold my own with any of these other bitches,” she added another stipulation. “The Huggins boys aren’t friends with Pea-Pod but I need you to really lay it on thick and do that training with the high stepping and the Yes Masters and all that stuff when they are around. Don’t let them have me though – please Master? Make them really want it but just let them watch and not touch or just touch a little.”

“I’ll think about that,” Conner asked how her little sister came to be outside too.

“Oh Chastity?” Candy giggled as if she may have a different little sister besides Chastity and Angel. Her youngest was about the same age as Sarah and has the face of a model. She, of all the Devine girls, could be a Starlet or a runway covergirl model when she gets a little older. She was tall for her age and had long, perfect blonde hair and exceptional straight teeth and fair skin. She seemed demure and soft spoken the times I had seen her earlier.

“That dumb bitch just took her clothes off and walked on outside next to us,” Candy described how the young girl had thrown her clothes into the garbage bag along with theirs and wasn’t going to sit in the house with Daddy and Gabriel looking out the window all afternoon. “Mom took one look at her when she stood next to us and told her it was about fucking time and asked her what took her so fucking long,” as if she had expected the girl to join them sooner.

“Dad came out and started working on an old 4-stroke engine and paid us no mind, but we knew he was keeping an eye on us.” She explained that he didn’t even need to tie up Chastity, even when Gabriel started poking and prodding her and throwing sticks at her.

“She just stuck out her butt and her tongue at him and told him to kiss her southern-fried ass,” she giggled with pride at her youngest sister.

When Candy had finished her story my brother seemed still on the fence about it. I was surprised after she had poured her heart out to him. He wasn’t actually losing anything and he was gaining a much more compliant and willing slut – at least some of the time. I assumed his hesitation might be part of the negotiation techniques he learned grifting.

“I don’t know,” Conner answered her as he scratched under his chin. I was beginning to think that like a poker player this was his ‘tell’ but I just couldn’t figure out what it signified. Candy seemed disappointed that he wasn’t agreeable to it but my brother explained that her dad may send someone up to check on her that she doesn’t recognize.

“That would be like that crafty old motherfucker,” Candy nodded in understanding as she abandoned the plan and shook her head as if to erase her mind like an etch-a-sketch.

“I didn’t say that I would not do it,” Conner smiled. “I just think instead of a sign, that it should be all the time. Then there is no chance of you getting caught or me getting caught. If your father thinks I bullshitted him, then he will string me up by my balls and hang YOUR ass from my nose, and I don’t want that. So my counter offer to you is that you are going to be my personal fuck hog to do with as I please for the next week and I will not relent or give you a break. You will be slapped, farted on, gobble cum, get your pussy stretched out, beaten, and fully trained to be a domestic slave at all times without even the least bit of mercy. Do you think you can put up with that or are you going to chicken out?”

“You would do it all the time?” Candy seemed shocked he’d be willing to put in all the extra effort to train her and somewhat flattered. She was no chicken but I had my doubts she really understood just how hard these guys may push her. I wanted to warn her to try it for a day before she asks for him to amp things up. I still remembered being sat over a Spanish horse with my pussy pressed against the wood and two boys continuously torturing my feet and teasing me. I had been through several ordeals that were pretty extreme and even I wasn’t confident I could do what my brother was suggesting.

“I am down to do whatever, Sir.” Candy said it was up to him if he could actually handle HER. “I’ll suck a fart straight out of your ass right on National TV if I have to, I am down for a cock in any hole and even two if they will fit,” Candy smiled and I got the distinct impression she may have tried that before. “I am not super into lezzie stuff but I’ll munch a mound or lick titties like a porn star,” she smiled proudly.

My brother drew both of his paddles like Jedi lightsabers out of the pockets of his cargo shorts and pow-ka-pow-pow-pow slapped Candy sideways across her bare, bruised tits several times before she could even react.

“You are going to learn to call me Sir or Master and you will be punished anytime you deviate. You fuck up and you will regret it every single time! Is that understood?” Conner asked with an authoritative tone that sounded much more like how he sounded fifteen minutes earlier. He warned her that this was an education but it was a brutal and harsh one that did not allow for mistakes. He was going to slap her, pull her hair, grab her tits and that was just for starters to warm up.

“You will do a lot more than learn to take dicks, lick tits and pussies. You are going to be trained to please sexually, but you will also learn to submit respectfully, walk right, talk right, eat right, and you probably won’t be able to even sleep without the caress of rope on your body because you’ll be so used to being bound when not in use!” he promised her.

“Yes Master, thank you!” Candy stood at attention and looked straight ahead “I have so much to learn. I want to talk like your sister does when you do that thing, Sir!”

“What thing, cunt?” Connor asked.

“You know the thing where you guys go back and forth in front of the trick. You would ask Ellen a question about why she has to be treated like this and is she learning anything and make her admit she is a bitch and a liar and all this stuff,” Candy said she wanted him to lay it on extra thick when it came down to Pea-pod and she’d say she stole the Mona Lisa if he wanted to blame it on her. “I just need you to work with me on the protocol stuff and how to do it like Ellen does, Sir.”

“First of all you are going to need to learn to be more explicit in your speech, slut! You know what explicit means?” Conner asked, fully expecting her to have no idea.

“Yeah, it means like X-rated, right, Master? Like an Explicit Movie you watch between the lines on Cinemax when it’s all scrambled,” she said in a very no-nonsense kind of way, like she was answering a drill instructor on a parade ground.

“Wrong, you empty headed bimbo,” Conner smacked her ass and then her tits again hard. “You will learn and it’s going to take a lot of pain because your head is so thick and stubborn. The knowledge needs to come through your ass and tits and up to your brain,” Conner twisted her nose and pulled the sexy girl forward so that he could talk close to her.

“Are you afraid? Is this what you signed up for? Little bitch?” he grunted.

“Oh, are we doing it now? I didn’t think you had started yet, Sir?” Candy said defiantly with a grin. I could see she was shining him on a bit.

“Challenge accepted,” my brother grinned and explained to her quickly how she had to give very complete and thorough answers to any question asked by one of her betters. He made her say who was her betters – “Pretty much anyone and everyone except these sluts here,” Conner smacked my ass playfully. “You will NEVER sugar coat words or use pronouns,” Conner had to explain what pronouns were with examples, but in about five minutes she finally understood.

“Game on,” Candy responded in kind with a nod and licked her lips. She sucked in air past her teeth and I could tell she was hoping she hadn’t just bit off more than she could chew.

“I understand what you are saying – the protocol is never be polite.” She asked and said that if she had to use the bathroom she was to ask permission to shit and piss and drop the cum out of her ass “The way your momma did in front of those Spanish girls. I get it. Hell, basically it’s talk like one of the bikers in my Daddy’s club.”

“Close,” Conner smacked her, but not as hard as earlier to reinforce that she was not completely correct. “You have to show respect and be polite – but when speaking of your own self it’s always as a cunt, whore, bitch and dumbass. You have plenty of time to learn protocol, but there is no time like the present,” he made her get down on all fours and attached a leash to her neck before asking if we were ready to get back to the truck.

“Not quite, Master,” Mom was still holding her ass apart as she had been told. It was probably around 4 A.M at this point and I knew we usually woke up at 6.

Candy mumbled something about how late it was and whether or not she should even be asking this. She was definitely having second thoughts.

“You wanted this, bitch!” Conner reminded her.

“I mean I do and I don’t,” she was still on the fence. “I hope you don’t make me regret asking for this,” Candy said.

“I hope he does!” my mom interjected flatly adding that if she doesn’t at least regret a little of it he wasn’t nearly hard enough on her.

“I didn’t ask you bitch,” Candy stuck her tongue out at my mom and my mom stuck hers out right back. I had to giggle. I could tell there was a growing respect between the two of them in some kind of weird love-hate relationship.

“What do you think Ellen? Am I being stupid?” Candy asked me a question and now I was expected to come up with advice?

“Your sister loves asking for advice,” I observed.

“Every minute of every day,” Candy agreed adding “Don’t mean the dumb bitch will ever take it though. She just wants you to tell her what she already wants to do is a good idea,” Candy said.

“You don’t strike me as the type to want anyone’s advice?” My comment was more of an observation of a question.

“That is true when I don’t ask for it,” she said “But I am asking for it.”

“You sure are,” I told her that my brother was harsh, unrelenting, and strict. “He is cold, calculating and you are giving him permission to treat you like a pig,” I said.

“So you don’t think I should make this bargain?” Candy asked and I wondered if she hadn’t ALREADY made it anyway.

“I didn’t say that,” I clarified that he was going to whore her out, torment and discipline her anyway. “Whether you have a friendly informal agreement or you swear on your mother’s asshole that you’ll keep your end of the bargain and give assurances that you won’t pussy out, he is still going to do all of those things to you. What you are ensuring is two things – that he prepares you for the initiation you are determined to pass and impress your father and to test the love of Pea-Pod. I don’t really know why,” I observed.

“If Pea-Pod wants this!” Candy indicated her body “He’ll man up and get a real Harley and patch into the club as a Prospect. If he doesn’t, then I’ll know he was a worthless piece of shit like everybody else says,” Candy said.

“If you are willing to go through all that then I think you have no choice – you may as well be fully in and down,” I said the only question was if this is an informal agreement she can take back at any time or if she was going to have skin in the game.

“Skin in the game?” Candy cocked an eyebrow like Mr. Spock to imitate my brother with a little mirth dancing across her face as she prompted me to say like what.

“I don’t know,” I hadn’t thought that far ahead.

“Then why did you bring it up fer?” Candy looked at me with disappointment and just a little bit of a smirk.

“Skin in the game like,” Conner laid out the conditions of the agreement. “You will be trained as well as Maw-Maw is,” he promised.

Candy stopped him right there and said he probably wasn’t capable of that level of training and my brother actually agreed with her.

“You will be trained properly and thoroughly – the way Daisy is Ted’s Pet – you are going to be leashed and crawling most of the time. At the earliest opportunity I am going to bring you to Big Mike’s where you will be pierced and tattooed like your sister and mother. You will serve voluntarily until I tell you that you have completed the training and you can demonstrate full understanding of protocol in front of your father and his club,” Conner’s new outline sounded much more agreeable to Candy.

“Now for the skin,” he said and she reminded him all of hers was already showing with a sassy broad smile and soon it would have a whore tattoo on it. “Mom and Angel have one, so it’s fine,” she was totally cool with having WHORE tattooed on her ass – looked forward to it. She looked at it like a badge of honor glamorized by the fact her mother had one too.

“Skin is the condition of the agreement if either of us cannot or will not hold up our end of it,” Conner talked down to her quite seriously to indicate this was going to be more than a friendly agreement not to share a secret.

“You start with three warnings – each time you use one of them you will be provided one hour of personal attention from me 1:1 to adjust and correct your attitude,” he said that he would likely make her wait a period of no longer than 12 hours to sweat out what that would be and to think about just how he wanted to address her shortcomings.

She would receive a warning for non-compliance and failure to perform or for refusal or drastic disobedience. He explained that unlike her father who if he told her something and she wanted to do it anyway – he would have very serious consequences because once she burned through her third one then he would make a decision to release her from her training.

“So I’d just go back to how things were with a couple extra bruises and a little extra respect from Mom that I tried,” Candy seemed fine with that consequence.

“That won’t do,” Conner said that wasn’t much of a consequence. He said that the tattoo would be blacked out and she’d probably have something that says for niggers only to replace it.

Candy laughed and said he could give one of those too if he wanted. “I ain't racist at all,” she laughed.

“No, but your daddy, and I assume his club, is?” Conner’s point shut Candy right up as she considered the consequences of that decision and whether or not she’d be accepted into the club.

“You will be sold to Skinny back at the club for the money you have yet to pay back my sister and I, and left there naked to fend for yourself. What you do at that point is your business,” Conner said.

“What if you fail to keep your end?” Candy didn’t agree yet to the terms – remaining skeptical and slitting her sexy blue eyes.

“I will keep my end,” Conner said confidently “But, you have a good point and I suppose there needs to be some risk to reward to make this interesting on my end as well.”

“I will give YOU three warnings to use,” Candy voiced her own terms for Conner. “If you fuck up, lose track of me, don’t follow through on your punishments or just can’t seem to teach me, then you get one,” she started there.

“I always follow up on my punishments,” Conner promised her. I wanted to remind him that he had said he would punish me but then seemed to either forget or had done that for show only a few minutes earlier when the Latin girls were present but I thought better of undermining him. I liked seeing him like this – confident and negotiating.

She seemed to remember that too but kept quiet about it. “You quit on me or burn through your three warnings, or if my Daddy doesn’t believe and accept that you trained me and makes me repeat it or won’t let me go through initiation into the club, then you volunteer to Ted to be a pussy boy, give up all authority over anyone and get the tattoos and piercings – dick and nipples,” she said harshly.

“Wow,” Conner was impressed and almost intimidated by how quickly she came up with those conditions. “Do you want an hour 1 on 1 time with me to correct your attitude if you give me a warning as well?” he smirked.

“No, Sir” Candy answered flatly explaining that she would ask Ted to give her an hour for each warning to correct HIS attitude once he became a pussy boy at the pool.

“That is a pretty steep bargain,” Conner reminded her.

“Only if you think you may actually fail or quit on me, Sir,” Candy fired back.

“No,” Conner reminded her that part of this is conditional on her father’s acceptance and that is outside of his control.

“Then don’t let it be outside of your control, sir.” She said that if she keeps her end of things and either fails the initiation or doesn’t get permitted to participate then the only reason is because HE didn’t train her hard enough and Conner better make damned sure he could put his money where his mouth was or he’d be wearing a cock cage next to his sister. She said if he had any doubts, then tell her now and she’d go ask Ted.

I wasn’t sure if she was grifting him but Conner agreed and they actually shook hands. Candy spit in her hand and my brother spit on her asshole and jiggled the Dildo to stop it up tight before asking if she was absolutely sure, “This is a big decision!”

“I am sure I want you to stop asking me if I am sure before I go ahead and change my mind,” Candy added quickly, “Black is black – no trade backs!” Even though she seemed completely satisfied that the deal was done she added one more stipulation.

“Just like a woman, okay go ahead,” Conner let her continue.

“Just that we agreed you would be consistent and strict all the time,” she wanted to make sure he would be MORE consistent and strict around her father and Pea-pod to show off the fact she was actually doing this.

“That isn’t how consistent works, but yes, absolutely,” Conner chuckled.

It looked like she wanted to add one more thing but was thinking about it.

My brother chuckled “Then do you have anything MORE to say before your real training begins?” Conner asked impatiently as he held Candy’s leash. He said he would tell people part of the reason he was being this harsh was he was preparing her for the initiation and she told him he could say whatever the fuck he liked as long as he did it.

“Yes, these tiny bits of gravel on the sidewalk or tearing my knees up!” she joked up at him.

“You are going to be crawling out in public all the time – if this hurts now are you sure you can do this, bitch?” Conner asked angrily.

“I know, Master,” Candy explained that still didn’t mean she wouldn’t complain about it. She assured him she could take what he could give and said, “If I don’t bitch some then how will anyone know I am suffering?”

She laid out one more condition that he promise not to tell anyone she asked for it. “Don’t even tell my dumbass sister, Sir. As far as she is concerned you are just being hard on me to break me in. She can’t keep a fucking secret tucked in her lips any more than she could a fart out of that fat ass of hers,” her cute nose crinkled as she giggled.

“You think my sister and mom can keep a secret?” Conner was joking but Candy reminded him that they had kept a secret about fucking donkeys and everything else she did at the club so why not hers. She told him that most of the girls in the front room of the Landing Strip don’t even know what goes down in the back room.

Conner asked Mom to explain her story about fucking a donkey on stage. “Yeah, where did that come from? Fucking a Donkey with Dad’s name?”

“I will tell you if you grant me my request, Master?” Mom promised with a grin.

“Let me think about that,” Conner said that she needed to tell him first before he would agree to that.

“That isn’t much of a bargain,” Mom offered up a wintry smile and a wink and said she would think about answering the question after he heard the request. She wasn’t talking down to my brother but she was being a little sassy and sweet at the same time.

I took a deep breath wondering if this was just a simple, playful little request to give us some clothes because the boy’s in the pick-up window were back to staring and people might start showing up here for breakfast anytime soon. I suspected though there may have been more to it and, just like with the punishment that I was supposed to receive, I imagined dozens of possibilities.

I also wondered just what she was going to say about the Donkey show!