Chapter One Hundred Thirty Eight

Better To Be Pissed Off Than Pissed On

“Omg, OMG!” Candy alarmingly cried out. The slut interrupted my mother before she could finish her second request of my brother with her cries of sudden concern. Candy was down on all fours with a wide stance so that her ass was spread and the slick wet pussy lips between her legs were fully visible to even the boys in the Krystal drive-thru 10 feet behind us. “I’ve got a French fry stuck in my ass, Master – can I dig it out?” she asked when my brother finally acknowledged her.

“I will fry your fat freckled ass!” Conner was frustrated with her, but at the same time he seemed mildly amused as he told her, “Leave it up there – you can eat it tomorrow for breakfast,” with absolutely no sympathy.

“Gross!” Candy scrunched her nose, but made no attempt to dig the French fry out of her butt as she remained passively in position.

“You are going to be my little trash disposal,” Conner reminded the girl that she would eat whatever she was given, no matter how gross, and show appreciation as part of her training and then asked her if she wanted to back out of the deal already.

“No, I don’t sir,” Candy stubbornly maintained she would do as she was told but added that it didn’t change the fact it was still “gross!”

“Disgusting or not, you’ll be pissed on, pissed in, and not be allowed to be pissed off about it,” Conner told her there wasn’t a lot she would eat that didn’t have cum dripping from it or the scent of pussy rubbed on it.

“I used to say better to be pissed off than pissed on,” Candy repeated the phrase like it was an old family proverb and shrugged her shoulders and flipped her hair as if things had changed. “I can handle it – I know one of the initiations is to gobble the cum of every good old’ boy in Daddy’s club. Bring it on, Sir,” she sounded more determined in her resolve to endure whatever my brother could throw at her.

“Sir, training this slut’s big ass is going to be a big job,” Mom initially said it like she was stating the blindingly obvious, but Candy’s outburst had helped to make her point.

“Shut up, bitch – Your bubble butt is just as big as mine and your shit stinks just as bad as mine,” Candy turned her nose up defiantly.

My brother was going to defend my mom and punish her but my Mom intervened by asking him not to. “She is right,” my mom continued and admitted that her shit did stink and she had a big ass too. “You will have your hands full taming so many women. You also have her sister and mother, along with April and Tawny who are manipulative little liars with lovely tits too,” Mom explained as she asked forgiveness for interrupting him.

My brother stayed his punishment of Candy and asked her to go ahead with the request. My stomach was filling with butterflies because my mother had been looking up at me periodically and I suspected she was going to bring me up. I was already thinking that she was going to ask me to commit fully to service the same way she had and I was already thinking about my answer.

If she could do it – so could I and I was trying to get the courage to say I’d do anything her and Candy would do.

“I said earlier that Ellen has demonstrated the ability to make tough choices and that while I may have made different ones for HER than she had – that I respected any decision she made and I don’t hold anything against her for what she has chosen to do. If anything, I would expect her to hold something against me after she has seen what I’ve done tonight,” Mom was apologizing indirectly to me.

I already knew where she was going and was preparing to join her on the ground on all fours. She was being courageous and we would all need to pull together to get out of the Buckman. I had my apprehension about training all the time, but now that she had mentioned it, I had found it easier when we stayed in character and found it difficult to stop saying ‘Yes Sir’ and behaving when I was dancing. I totally understood her need for consistency, even though it was asking for punishment and discipline even when we would be alone.

Mom said that he would need all the help he could get to train these girls. “If you fail to turn this little vixen into something resembling a well-behaved slut, worthy of being a cum dump for her favorite band of outlaw bikers, then you will volunteer to be a little bitch for Ted and get the tattoos that Lloyd has,” Mom made her concerns clear.

My brother wasn’t worried. He told her that there was very little chance she would fail to please if she followed his orders. “I suppose you want to help train her? Boss her around and tell me when she fucks up?” Conner suggested that was the request.

“No Master,” Mom admitted she could be a good role model for her now on how to behave, but that she would be incapable of switching to a supervisory role while she served. “I will be busy groveling and worshipping cocks. It won’t do for the admitted member of “Rich Bitch House Wives of Cherry Lawn Estates” to be given responsibility and authority that goes along with training and educating anyone. You are in charge or me – you own me. I can’t very well take ownership of anyone else, Sir,” Mom said respectfully.

Conner nodded and said he hadn’t quite meant her having that much authority.

“Oh I’ll definitely turn this little rotten bitch in if I catch her doing something wrong,” Mom offered with a pleased smiled and corrected herself, “Not IF, but WHEN I catch her doing something wrong and I expect I’ll get a thrill out of that,” Mom promised.

“Snitch bitch,” Candy seethed with contempt for my mother.

“I am actually talking about your sister Ellen.” Mom ignored Candy and continued, “She has served you and used her body to earn a sizable amount of money to add to the pool but now that Ted has so many women lined up to join us – there really isn’t any compelling reason for her to continue.” I didn’t understand what my mother was saying at that point. She stopped looking directly at me and kept her head straight forward.

“Ellen has performed very well and been a really good sport about anything you could ask of her. She did the same tonight at the club, even though we lost money. I think we gained a new understanding of each other’s capabilities,” Mom said.

“Cape-A-Bilities and Frue-Fru, Law-Law,” Candy mocked my mother’s fancy “high-falutin liberal egg-head” words and my mom bumped her hard with her hip as a response before continuing. The two seemed to enjoy butting heads and bumping each other hard, even though they were supposed to be submissively surrendered and exposed to my brother’s ministrations.

“I ask that you release your sister from service,” I was as shocked by the suggestion as Conner. Mom was stone-cold serious, but the thought of freedom was so surreal I couldn’t process it.

“Ted would never let her,” Conner didn’t like this idea either and challenged it immediately.

“Ted would never let any of us leave either, Sir,” Mom suggested that thankfully Ted wasn’t the one who got to decide that. “Eventually, we will have enough money to leave and we will cross that bridge when it comes, but you are in charge of your sister. It is your decision to let her out of this.”

Mom described quickly how giving me back my freedoms and telling people I had learned my lesson at the pool, thanks to them would help prove that this therapy actually works. I would help him lead the girls, keep order, and whip asses.

“So she would be your Mistress too?” Conner asked skeptically.

“If you wanted that Master,” Mom said that I could serve to help observe, punish, and maintain his authority. She reminded him of how hard it was in the back of the truck on his own with so many asses to slap and so little time.

Conner laughed and told her that Ted had told him to just focus on the big picture.

“What makes you, YOU and not Ted, Master,” Mom offered honest praise by telling her son that it was his attention to detail. “Master Ted is not capable of detailed plans and operations. He is always making new rules and then changing them when he realizes they were short-sighted, Sir.”

Mom was right. She had no idea that Ted had used Dominos, and different tokens’ and ranking systems to measure our performance and every time he would abandon that system and go to some new one. I thought at first he was just trying to figure out the best way to motivate us but I started to believe it was intentional to confuse us so we never knew exactly what percentage cut we were going to receive of the take.

“Ted says no plan survives contact with reality,” Conner offered in defense of Ted. He must have brought that point up with him in order to have that line prepared.

Mom wasn’t buying what he was selling. “That is something people who are poor at planning are going to tell you, Master.” She said that when she worked in Technology as a Project Manager some of her business partners would say that very same thing to her. She said that plans need to be flexible and plan for the likely but be flexible enough to adjust for the unlikely.

Conner nodded his head in agreement with what she was saying. He still wasn’t budging on allowing me to go back to normal or to help him train the girls.

I found it kind of interesting and almost infuriating he really thought it was up to him. If I wanted to I could have told him to fuck off and gone my own way at any time. I suddenly had visions of my cousin Savannah trying to stalk off at the old Jacobi Farm; with a baseball bat shoved up her ass and tightly bound twine wrapped around her pussy lips and tits, trying to walk away in the night when she refused to participate and how futile that seemed at the time.

I found myself wondering if I really had no choice and this really was all up to my brother.

Mom said I could still wear a sexy swimsuit and be eye candy out at the pool. “Baby,” Mom turned her attention towards me. “I know you want to be a star and I am sorry, and I know you really want to be a star,” she said.

I had no idea where that observation was coming from. I couldn’t recall ever saying I wanted to be a star and had no clue what she meant about that. She had said something similar when I was forbidden to be part of the remaining shows for the night at the Landing Strip.

Mom told me about one of our grifts, where I was talking to some fat redneck and told him about how that I had always wanted to be a star. She reminded me how I had described all these wasted acting and singing classes I’d insisted my parents buy for me in order to follow my dreams. She said that I would be a supporting star – just not the lead role in the production down at the pool.

“That was all pretend, Mom,” I explained that I had just made that up. I remembered the guy, even though I had used that same grift many times. I would tell him how I always wanted to be a star and then usually the guy would say “I can make you a porn star” and I would jump at the chance and tell him it was close enough for me.

“Yeah, but then you’d mention ballet, and dance recitals, and all of the things we actually did put you in when you were little. How you loved being the star and found validation when you were on stage and everyone was cheering you,” Mom offered as explanation for why she believed this.

“Aww, ain’t you cute. I can picture you in your purple little leotard out there shaking your ass on the dance stage,” Candy’s sour sarcasm painted a picture of her and her sisters all competing for Daddy’s attention. “That’s how come we always enter the WPIG Buckman county Miss Firecracker beauty contests every year, even though the DJ’s will try to make you play grab-ass if you want to win!”

Candy really did want to be a star. I told myself I was just pretending, but when mom described my childhood in performing arts, I wondered if I did get off on some level at all of the attention I was getting. I certainly hated to admit it, but there had been times I had been electrified and energized by some of the grifts I acted out with customers; even if I was humiliated while people watched me sucking cocks and showing off my ass.

Mom, satisfied she had made her point that I would still get to be a star, made her offer to my brother in the form of the second request. “Spare your sister further humiliations and torments and I will submit fully to you – I will even volunteer for the tattoos and piercings just like all the other whores at the pool. She will help you train us and discipline us. You are dealing with some first rate cunts who know how to run grown men through the ringer as individuals. Just look at how confused and pathetic she has made poor Pea-Pod,” mom said.

“That isn’t fair,” Candy’s mouth hung open as she feigned outrage, “How am I the one that made Pea-Pod pathetic? He did that his own dumb ass self!” she insisted adding that she didn’t make mistakes, she DATED mistakes.

“You see how they undermine their men? You have an inkling of the work you have to do to make this girl suitable for a fuck up like Pea-Pod, much less a real man like one of the brothers in the motorcycle club,” Mom grew more confident in her words.

I could see Candy nodded in agreement with her assessment.

“Ted wouldn’t go for it, and even though we are equals – we all have to agree on that. There are lots of people who want to be Masters down at the pool. We can’t just let anyone do it,” Conner sounded like he was trying to convince himself why he couldn’t do this more than he was making a case.

He asked her why it is important for me to stop now? “It’s not like she is going to revert back to a virgin or unsee anything she has already seen. She won’t have to do any more than she has already – so what is to be gained from giving up the money she earns at the pool?”

Conner did have a point – What was done was already done and this training wasn’t going to kill me. I had already done training, and from his perspective, the milk container was already open and spilled on the floor -there was no putting it back in. “No one is going to pay to see Ellen as a mistress.”

I took slight offense to that – but he was probably right. I may even make a shitty mistress. I protested but my words were too meek. I asked if anyone wondered what I wanted? But no one answered me.

“Wait? Did you say that you would volunteer to get the tattoos and piercings as the other women?” Conner started to consider my mom’s words. “You understand that the tattoos are for life?”

“Oh, you mean these aren’t temporary tattoos that rub off?” Candy quipped that she was going to ask for a Popeye tattoo and have him holding a “My Little Pony” in his hands, while he eats some spinach next when that one washes off her ass.

Conner ignored her joke and told my mother that if it was permanent she would always be marked as a whore.

“I am aware of what it means, Master,” Mom said quietly and told him that is how important it was to her. “Your sister is a beautiful girl and she will one day make someone a wonderful wife. She has a natural submissive streak, to want to please and follow the rules. She has a daring and naughty side to go above and beyond someone’s desires. If the guy wants to play with her ass or have her lick his feet, she is down to do whatever it takes to pleasure them. She gets wet when she is turning others on and I would hate to see her healthy attitudes about sexuality to become as jaded as Candy and mine.”

Candy glared daggers at my mother’s words but didn’t disagree.

“Have you considered what I want?” I finally spoke up loud enough that they heard me. They weren’t ignoring me as much as I was just talking too softly. “You said that I made good choices and yet both of you are over here making choices for me,” I demanded.

At the same time, we saw a car pulling into the parking lot slowly. The boys in the restaurant were in a panic and Wayne yelled out that it was the manager and to get lost or they would all lose their jobs.

“Good!” Candy could care less if she cost them their job. She had sucked their dicks and as far as she was concerned they would get what they deserved if they got fired.

Wayne said the manager would definitely call the law and at the thought of a visit from Fatboy or some other policeman who wasn’t on the take, Conner forced mom and Candy to their feet and ran us over to the truck.

It became obvious as we hustled our way across the darkened parking lot naked to the truck why Ted hadn’t been rushing us. The majority of them were passed out asleep and most everyone was curled up and sleeping in a pile of naked bodies on top of one another. They had had quite a night of their own; eating, drinking, fucking after a long day of work at the swimming pool, and had just collapsed.

The only one half-awake was my cousin. We saw her sun-kissed golden ass hanging off the back of the truck as we ran over. Her legs were hanging off the back and she was bent at the waist tied by the tits to the tail gate of the truck. She had a wooden confederate flag squarely planted in the center of her freshly tattooed ass. Her butt was still shiny from all the bacitracin the tattoo artist had applied after the tattoo (and he insisted on personally applying it).

Savannah offered no explanation or protest of being hung off the back like a human version of truck nuts saying only, “Don’t even ask, Cuz.”

Ted woke up as we approached and yelled “GET YOUR FUCKING ASSES IN GEAR! YOU LAZY SHITS HAD ENOUGH TIME TO EAT DINNER AND FUCKING ORDER BREAKFAST TOO!”

We didn’t really need his prodding to hop past my cousin and into our positions in the back of the truck. Things were very tight now that everyone had fallen asleep on each other. There was semi-dry cum all over April’s ass when I took up my position behind her.

“Be a good dear and lap that jizz up for me like a good girl, will you?” April asked in her sweet, sexy come hither voice.

I almost did it instinctively before realizing I now had a choice. My brother said he wouldn’t release me, but I hadn’t promised him I would remain this way forever. This was all pretend anyway… wasn’t it? I asked myself these questions as I quietly began to nibble and lick on the soft-tender sweet ass cheeks of the woman in front of me and clean up the cum dripping from her pussy and ass with my toungue.