One Hundred Thirty Nine

You Couldn’t Straighten Out a Bent Dick Stuck In a Glory Hole

I was getting sleepy as I slurped cum off the warm ass in front of me. The cool night air whipped across my bare back as the truck raced down the old highway towards the Trailer Park – my trailer park.

“C’mon darling,” April gently nudged me with her perfectly shaped ass to keep me awake. “You were doing such a good job, but you keep slowing down,” she teased me sexually, waving her pretty rump in my face.

“Mom, you are fucking embarrassing,” her daughter Tawny demanded. The blonde teenager was positioned in front of her own brother with her bare ass sticking up in the night air. Tyga, her brother, was in the same position on all fours, except with his hairy ass in front of his mother’s face. I could see that his cock cage had been taken off since it was clanging on the metal bed of the pick-up truck as we rolled down the highway. He may have even been the source of the cum I was eating off his mother’s ass.

I didn't care - I was thinking about the events that had played out tonight.

Not just the recent request from my mother that I be set free; and if I want to participate to be a trainer like my brother. Never mind that it really shouldn’t have even been up to my brother to “set me free” in the first place. I wasn’t sure why I wasn’t angry that they thought it was.

I felt I should at least be worried. If it was actually true, that would mean that I wasn’t free to just to stand up and insist no one slap my ass or play with my pussy. I felt my mother’s hot breath on my dripping wet pussy as she was crammed in tight enough to me so the gate on the back of the pick-up truck could be closed.

Candy had been stuck right next to her when we all crowded into the truck and the two of them would trade hip-bumps and even occasional slaps when my brother wasn’t looking.

The truck slowed down at one of the only traffic lights out in this part of Buckman County and I heard Candy’s mother tell her not to get into a fight with “whore trash” like her mother. Her mother Lilah was directly in front of Candy with her body pressed close to mine but she paid no attention to me at all.

“We only got a week of this and then it’s back to White Hall circle for us,” she reminded the girl not to go picking fights when she wasn’t going to be here that long. “You only have to take orders from her wimpy little son until then,” she advised her daughter, to just smile and suck whatever they want. Then it would all be over and done soon.

I was very offended she made fun of my mother and brother – even referring to him as “nerd-boy” and I tried to hip-bump her the way my mother would, Candy but Lilah didn’t even acknowledge it when I did. She either thought it was just the normal bump of the truck or didn’t think I was worthy of a response – which incensed me further.

“He ain’t that bad, Mama,” Candy half-defended my brother and I smiled. It wasn't exactly high praise, but coming from Candy it kind of was. My brother had matured in so many ways this past week that I hardly believed it.

He may have always been more mature, but hiding his face behind the video game screen may have just made it difficult to see. I was still wrestling with his admission tonight that he had peeped on mom and I for the last few years.

Conner had a relaxed look of relief on his face. He was obviously glad to get it off his chest, but he also didn't feel all that guilty about it. I guessed our mom letting him off the hook by saying she knew and performed for him had a lot to do with it.

I sighed as I listened to the two biker chick's talking back and forth.

“That boy has more peach-fuzz growing on his nuts than he can grow on his chin,” Candy's golden haired mother joked about my brother’s lack of physical maturity to her daughter. “He may have a big brain but he don’t even have a big enough cock for a good woman to take him seriously – I can’t wait to get back to your Daddy,” Lilah was looking for sympathetic agreement and when she didn’t get it promised she would talk to Clay about letting Candy go back to the club when it was all over. “Just do your best and I am sure he’ll let this whole thing drop after he feels he made his point,” her mother promised.

“I ain’t going back to the club,” Candy promised with a sincere, confident frown.

Her mom’s tone was the kind of skeptical that sounds like you feel sorry for the person and know they believe what they are saying but that they are wrong. “I know; but you been promising that since you were 15, back when I used to dance there,” she reminded her daughter.

“This time is different,” Candy was hurt her mother didn’t have confidence she could keep her word and said that, “Master Conner was going to straighten me out so I don’t need to dance no more,” she said.

“That boy couldn’t straighten out a bent dick stuck in the glory hole,” Lilah may have looked like a Hollywood actress straight off the silver screen but she sounded like Candy 20 years in the future. She didn’t take her daughter’s promise seriously and said that she would have better luck trying to make Gabriel into a man. “Your Daddy wants him to come back and be groomed to take over the club one day. If you want to be nice to a skinny little peanut-head, your brother is the one,”

“Shut your cake hole, Mom!” Gabriel was watching the girls with Conner on the back of the truck.

“Oh Yass Massuh! Suh!” Lilah feigned obedience like an old civil war era slave woman from Gone with the Wind and chuckled – expecting her daughters to laugh as well and when they didn’t she shut up.

It helped that my brother whipped her with his paddle three times hard before the truck accelerated through the light.

I couldn’t see out of the truck but it was still night outside. There were a few times a trucker would pull up next to us and we heard them honk as they noticed all the bare-backed ladies in the back of the truck. We raised up and “Whoo-hooed” them and I even saw one of the trucker’s broad smile. I had to wonder if he even questioned why we were like that or was just happy to see so many bare titties at 4 A.M going down a lonely, almost deserted highway. I wondered if they saw bizarre things like that frequently and just thought it was a group of college girls on some dare; or if they thought about it at all.

I also wondered if people like Selena and Vanessa really ever stopped to wonder just why we let them pay to punish us. Selena had seemed to know it was a bunch of playful little scams to titillate someone.

There were no shortages of whores in the Buckman. They were widely known all over the place and J-Street was apparently trailer after trailer of usually several single mothers, all living together and earning their money the old fashioned way.

In a community where most women routinely wore leopard print mini-skirts and green tube tops with no bra to the laundromat, there were no shortages of women who did it part-time or would just fuck a stranger for free for the thrill of it.

The Buckman was a massive collection of mobile homes all cobbled together on tiny lots. There was no shortage here of bleached blonde trailer park queens who fucked guys with muscle cars just for status. These easy women got their validation for how hot they were by the kind of guy they could bag. This pecking order between trailer skanks had all been explained to me several times by different girls. It was almost like a game the sluts played – who could get the other's man. Crystal had been a revered champion back in her day and, until Ted, still was.

They had their own little hierarchy of hot sluts – where if the girl could bag another hot slut’s guy then they jumped over her in their own twisted little pecking order.

I had been told it worked something like the way dogs piss to mark their territory. They claim territory by pissing on it and the last dog to piss on it “owns it”. So the last woman to fuck the hot guy was the one who got the street-cred for bagging him.

The abundance of easy pussy that would fuck you for free, or for a little cash or food stamps, meant that for us to make money consistently and frequently we had to provide something that was different and unusual. Something that offered the drama of a Jerry Springer show and the bare-tits and sexual hijinks of a strip show.

I had to admit to myself that I was living in my own personal never ending Jerry Springer show.

That was a powerful revelation as the truck slowed to a halt and I heard Ted shout like a Drill Seargent “Move it ladies.” Ted shouted, “Act like yesterday’s lunch, go down and out the back!” he said as my brother untied Savannah from the back of the truck.

She had ridden the entire way home with her naked ass waving in the breeze and her asshole clenched tight around a pole with a confederate flag hanging and flapping in the wind.

“You did good, my little Dixie Sweetheart” Ted patted her ass as he walked around to the back playfully.

“Thank you Master,” Savannah sounded subdued but still spoke with her southern accent as she crawled off the back of the truck.

“You don’t even need nice tits when you got an ass like that,” Ted’s insult may have gotten him a slap from Savannah before, or at least an angry look, but she thanked him.

“I am sorry you don’t like my boobs, Sir,” Savannah wasn’t even fighting her normal irresistible urge to be a smart-ass to hold back the snark. She made it seem like she was actually sorry her tits didn't live up to Ted's expectations and that was surprising.

If my brother had changed and matured – then it stood to reason Savannah had as well. I was actually proud of her, although I detected a slight tremor in her voice.

“Hell girl,” Ted chuckled at his step-daughter, “it ain’t that I don’t like them titties,” Ted grabbed the perfectly tanned melons on her chest and squeezed hard. “A lot of guys like little tits – your mom though? Those tits are perfect.”

It would be at this point Savannah would usually say something like “perfectly store bought,” to diminish the compliment – which normally rolled off her tongue like a smart aleck reflex she couldn't control.

My theory was my cousin took away people’s thunder as a way of coping, but also because she was afraid if they felt too good about themselves it would make her feel less good about herself.

“You are right as always, Master,” Savannah answered her step-dad respectfully and submissively, “My mom’s tits are watermelons to my cantaloupes,” she admitted.

“Oooh, say that again?” Ted became very pleased to his step-daughter’s admission.

“What’s that Sir?” Savannah’s upper lip quivered slightly as if she were having a hard time showing self-control.

“You know what,” Ted insisted she knew exactly what he wanted to hear before spelling out that he wanted her to say he was right.

“You are right, as always Master!” Savannah smiled through her response. I was positive that I could hear a tremble in her voice as if she was holding in her sarcasm and it was about to burst out if she opened her mouth.

“You get to sleep in Master’s bed with your momma tonight!” Ted was helping the other girls off the truck. His tone was a blend of sadistic guilt-free glee over his authority, mixed with just a tinge of patting himself on the back for being considerate enough to let his step-daughter sleep with him tonight.

“Thought you was gonna tie me up in the yard, Master? Ain’t Mr. Sanderson gonna miss me if he ain’t got nobody to perv on while he walks his dog, Sir?”

We had reached a point now, after several days of being tied up in the front yard, that the neighbor, Mr. Sanderson, was probably fully expecting that when he walked the dog he’d see at least two fully naked women tied up to the clothes line in the front yard.

The crusty old neighbor would walk up and down the street several times, pretending to be really concerned about his dog and not to notice us while he stared at us. It was actually kind of funny, in a strange sort of way. He would always be looking over his shoulder to see if his wife was watching from the window; which she often was to his dismay.

“Nah, fuck that old perv,” Ted declared dismissing the idea. “He don't put no money in my wallet,” Ted had little patience for amusing non-paying customers. He would have no problem trying to entice them, but if they didn't buy he didn't spend much time or effort on them after that.

It was unusual for my cousin to suggest she be punished. It was also unusual for her to be so agreeable with Ted but these were very strange times.

Ted explained there were a lot “improvements” to the trailer that he wanted to show us and then he wanted to fuck both her and her mother one more time before we started working this morning.

Odd-Jobs had hired some workers to upgrade the trailer while we were gone. I saw a look of worry spread across my Aunt Crystal's face as she heard they were modifying her trailer even further as we all waited on the grass down by his feet.

“Can I at least take this flag out of my stinker, Master?” Savannah indicated the Confederate flag she had clenched in her asshole.

“That is your Heritage, slut!” Ted denied her request with a shake of his head. “You ought to be proud I let you be a flag bearer,” Ted sourly noted his disappointment.

I hardly thought any Confederate soldiers would have agreed a naked teenage girl with a flag up her butt had anything to do with southern Heritage – even if they may have enjoyed the sight of my cousin's pretty butt waving the flag as she crawled.

“There you go always thinking about yourself and your comforts,” Ted looked down his nose at her.

“I offered to let you tie me up outside, didn't I sir?” Savannah sounded defensive. I could sense a rise in the potential for a snarky comment coming anytime soon. “I accept I need punishment for not putting your needs before mine and asked for it,” my cousin offered pleasingly.

“You think you know best how you should be trained? You should just be focused on emptying my balls one more time before you get that pussy filled with jizz today,” Ted explained.

“Yes Master, I wasn't thinking – my bad, Sorry,” Savannah apologized submissively much to my surprise.

“Not bad,” Ted smiled down at her but said that I apologized much better. I noticed several people commenting on how I did apologies or affirmations so much better than they did – I was flattered but somewhat surprised.

“Yes Master, I'll try to do better,” Savannah promised him earnestly.

“Should we tie anyone up in the yard then?” Conner interrupted their back and forth. He had herded all of the naked girls and guys on all fours naked, like a shepherd with his lost lambs. There was over a dozen naked woman converging together and we had four pussy boys, including Lloyd and Meth-Head Bill to round us out.

“You can take the guys cock cages off,” Ted suggested generously before adding, “and tie them by their peckers together in a circle – face to face.”

“You want to grab their dicks and tie them up?” Conner shrugged that he didn’t.

“Jeez, you pussy,” Ted shrugged that it was just as well that everyone come inside and see the sweet modifications to the house.

“There is one more thing I need to talk to you about,” Conner added that it could not wait when Ted winced.

“Fine, spit it out,” Ted was flanked by Catfish who stood next to him like the King’s royal advisor and bodyguard ready to mete out justice.

“My sister,” Conner surprised me by bringing up so quickly that unlike many of the other girls, I am under no obligation to continue serving. “She doesn’t owe any money, isn’t under any promise of a special reward if she continues and she has done everything we asked of her. She wants to be set free,” Conner said.

I felt so awkward as he described what I wanted. I had not even asked for that - my mother did. I could feel the eyes of the other girls on me as they stared at me while I remained on all fours with them in the grass. April and Tawny were here until they could pay off a debt and Candy had just signed up for however long it takes to not only pay off her debt but to get initiated into her father’s biker club. Daisy had been promised a lucrative role in the family business if she serves Ted and everyone else seemed determined to do this.

I was embarrassed that they now must see me as a quitter.

“We don’t force people to stay doing this against their will,” Ted rubbed his chin the way Conner did when he was in thought about the problem.

“You don’t?” Tawny joked that she could get up and walk away.

“Sure, you are free to go – all you need is the 15,000 bucks you owe and money to start over, now that your trailer is being repo’d,” Ted joked right back at her. He explained to me that he couldn’t see a reason for me to continue if I didn’t want too, and he would get me paid out but that there wasn’t another trailer – so I’d have to stay with them until I could get my own place.

Ted told me I’d be missed down at the pool but he had too many girls now as it was. “There are at least a half a dozen new girls I expect to audition today so we will fill your spot pretty quickly,” he said without the least bit remorse. I was a little disappointed he had not tried to keep me. He said that if I didn’t want to perform that I was free to go.

Conner helped me to my feet and I dusted the dirty grit and sand from the sod off my knees. He was smiling his congratulations that I had completed my course of correction.

I didn’t feel like any of this was actually over but I smiled back at him with a thankful expression.

“Uh Ted,” Conner continued and Ted begrudgingly listened. My brother suggested I wear a skimpy swimsuit to the pool and help him keep track of his women. “My sister can grift with the best and will help me train a lot of the new girls on how to do it properly,” he said hopefully.

I expected Ted to argue that they didn’t need any new masters. He had shot down several guys who looked intimidating at the pool who wanted to help be a part of his little enterprise and as he looked me up and down assessing me – I could see him shake his head no.

“You think you can whip asses like your brother?” Ted asked me point blank.

I had not really even thought about what the job would entail – or if I could be mean and cruel.

Ted noticed my hesitation and laughed that the job was harder than it looked and I wasn’t cut out for it.

“You had faith in me – have faith in my sister that she can do it too,” Conner went out on a limb for me. I was thankful he did that – but not very confident I had what it took to be a mistress. I had not even thought about it.

“You going to be hard on your mom? Or are you going to play favorites and let her get away with fucking around?” Ted asked me while ignoring Conner’s argument on my behalf.

I hesitated to give him an answer because I was thinking about whether or not I could be intolerably cruel. It just wasn’t in my nature to be strict or hurt people for my own amusement.

“Shit, I don’t care – I play favorites, I just wanted to know what you would do,” Ted told Conner that he wasn’t going to give me a share of any future money the group earned. “Any more money she makes comes out of your share – if you work it out with her then that is fine by me. She can wear that leather one piece we got tonight from Wicked Weasel down at the mall,” Ted laughed at the idea of a swimsuit made of leather. The Wicked Weasel is a boutique store that sells nothing but ultra-skimpy women’s swimsuits. “It weren’t never meant to get wet – you’d basically ruin it if you fell in the fucking pool,” he chuckled and told me I could get dressed when we got ready to go in the morning.

He pointed at a freshly installed sign on the front door. It was a stick figure woman with big tits that held her arms over her head and her legs were shoulders width apart. The sign read “WARNING – THE FEMALES OF THIS HOUSE ARE NAKED AT ALL TIMES WHEN HOME”.

There were several other signs posted around warning about webcam surveillance. One of the signs said “Obama may always be watching – but so are we,” Ted pointed out that the cameras had all been upgraded to much more professional grade ones. “These won’t fall off or break in the rain like that cheap Korean shit you had up there earlier,” Ted chuckled.

“Yeah, this is expensive Korean shit!” Catfish agreed with him. The rickety wooden deck that had been attached to the screen door had been completely dismantled and replaced with a wooden ramp reinforced with two by fours.

Ted told the girls to go “Ark” style up the ramp into the trailer and that they should be no more than two-by-two as they ascended the ramp. He kicked his sister in the ass to remind her that her wide-load needed to go up by itself.

“How many animals did Moses put on the ark?” Ted asked Catfish.

“Two of each kind?” Catfish’s Burt Reynold’s mustache was curved up in a smirk.

“Actually,” Conner corrected that Noah was the one who actually brought the animals on the Ark – and that the story may not actually be true but more of a legend or myth.

“Actually the story-fa-fa-fa, foo” Ted jokingly mocked my brother’s smarter-than-thou know-it-all tone, but slapped him on the back and said he was glad to have a personal fact checker to keep him honest.

“Really?” Conner asked with an unexpected but pleased tone.

“No, not really,” Ted joked that it was as “annoying as shit” before slapping me on the arm and telling me to lighten up. “If you are going to be one of us you need to learn to take a joke or take a walk,” he smiled. “That or at least roll with it when I am baffling with bullshit.”

“Yes sir,” I agreed – I immediately realized from his grinning face that he was very sure I wasn’t cut out to be a boss of anyone. I wasn’t so sure I was ready for that myself.

“She will tell everyone that the training has made her polite and respectful,” Conner quickly covered for me. “She is learning to discipline the women and teach them the same hard lessons,” Conner smiled as we filed into the living room.

Nelly Jr. was waiting for us with a frown. He was hungry and wondering where we had been. “Workmen been gutting this damned trailer – you left me here all alone,” he insisted.

“No one asked you to stay,” Ted grunted adding, “You little Gary Coleman looking motherfucker,” before telling him they had a doggy bag from Olive Garden.

“I don’t want no damned cold Olive Garden,” Nelly Jr. impishly smiled and said he wanted some real food.

“Then you need to get it your own damned self,” Ted handed him a twenty dollar bill and told him to get out of his face while he showed us around. He quickly gave us a tour of the living room.

It had once been a cozy but crowded collection of couches on either side punctuated by an old Television in the center and a few EZ-boy reclining chairs.

All of that was gone and now there were a few brand new chairs for the men and small cages for us women. There was a brand new television with all the cable channels, including the premium package that was ready to be hooked up via Satellite. “We don’t have no Vizio – we go the good shit; we got us a Sony, baby!”

Ted slapped Crystal hard on the ass playfully and told her that her sexy ass bought this television.

“This is the greeting room,” he said that men will come in here and someone will be on security. There were signs that said “Premises protected by Good Old Boy” and then a picture of a shot gun. There were a couple that had rules for sluts on them.

1. Sluts are to be respectful and naked at all time.

2. Sluts are to be on time, courteous, and sexy

3. When sluts are not in use, they should be bound or caged

4. Please report any violations of the rules so sluts can be punished in accordance to their violation.

There was another sign that said “Every Dick they suck – we donate a dollar to a starving kid”, that implied it was the woman’s starving kid who got to eat.

“You like it, hon?” Ted asked Crystal, as he showed us how the kitchen had been cleared out completely. The fridge was now filled with mostly Budweiser in bottles and the table had been replaced with a feeding trough down on the floor.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you made some changes to my trailer, Sir,” Crystal couched her apprehension about what dramatic changes had been made as politely as she could.

“Our trailer,” Ted said that they would be moving to Seminole and took us down the hall to show us the other rooms. They had gutted all the siding and replaced them with clear windows so that someone could easily see inside the trailer.

There was one room called “The Punishment Room” that had been a small guest room for Daisy and her family. It was originally going to be my parents room when we moved in. The bed and laundry machine was gone and replaced with a wooden rack.

Savannah and Lloyd’s room had mattresses on the floor and more cages and the bathroom had been completely replaced. The toilet now worked, but it was for paying customers and masters only.

The shower had no curtain and the wall was a clear-glass window.

Ted finished the grand tour by showing us Crystal’s room. This had been the one sanctuary in the trailer that had not been touched. My Aunt had decorated with vintage Betty Boop and Marilyn Monroe cartoons, gaudy lamps, velvet curtains, bedazzled rhinestones and frilly mesh; like an over-the-top boudoir that may have belonged to Mae West, Jean Harlow, or Clara Bow right out of a 1920’s bedroom set. My Aunt had walls decorated with mirrors won at the county fair with the names of 1980s hair-bands on them; and walls and walls of porcelain figures and assorted bric-a-brac, but it was all gone now.

She’d had closets filled with lingerie and sexy tight fitting jeans, but that was all completely gone as well.

I heard my Aunt’s desperate gasp when Ted showed it to her. He laughed and told her that “all of that shit is in storage,” before quietly adding, “whatever I couldn’t sell anyway.”

There was a large heart-shaped water bed in the center now and it had been decorated as Ted’s personal throne room. He had photos of naked woman all over the walls and sex toys and paddles hanging from very utilitarian wall mounts.

“I’ve got my own private fridge filled with beer and a wall mounted TV, even larger than the one in the living room.” Ted opened the mini-fridge and instructed the girl’s how he wanted them to remove the ice cold beers. “Hold them between your tits,” he demonstrated on Crystal and looked up at Savannah.

“You just do the best you can,” he joked. Her tits were more than big enough to hold a beer between them but he pretended she was as flat as Sarah.

“I’ve got two cages in here for my best girls,” he pointed to the closet that had been replaced with much larger cages than the others had.

“Crystal and Savannah?” Catfish asked the obvious answer with a churlish curl of his lip.

“Close,” Ted said that Savannah and Crystal would share the first cage, “ass to ass, but usually one of them would be out serving anyway,” he shrugged.

“This cage is for Maw-Maw,” Ted pointed to a spartan cage that had one very large rubber black dildo mounted to the floor. “I’ve even got a chair for her and everything,” Ted said proudly. He had doted on his mother before but, now that she’d made clear she wanted to return to the discipline she had been raised with, he would grant her wish.

“What about me, Sir?” Ted’s sister Daisy was on all fours right by his feet. He had held her close with the leash attached to her collar like the one I wore. I made a mental note to ask if I should take it off, while Ted explained to his sister she didn’t get a cage.

She was fine with being allowed “free-roam” and he clarified that he hadn’t meant that at all. “The rules on the wall is that all bitches and sluts be secured at all times – that includes your little brat,” Ted addressed Sarah who had been obliviously pretending to be a cat and licking her ‘paws’ while everyone else listened.

Ted brought us back to the bathroom down the hall in the back of the trailer to secure Daisy in the custom cage he had designed just for her when they reinstalled the bathroom “that you broke with your fat ass clogging it up,” he reminded her.

The toilet swiveled so that Daisy could sit down behind it on a large fist-shaped seat. He made her suck and lick it on her knees while he told everyone else how it worked.

“She sits down and then gets her arms locked behind her,” Ted made his sister demonstrate as she grunted to get her asshole around the fist-shaped plug. Her bald, whipped pussy spread wider and wider with the effort. Ted cuffed her arms behind her back and secured them to a pipe so she couldn’t move them and then put an O-ring gag in her mouth to force her mouth open.

Daisy’s enormous freshly pierced tits were dripping milk as she sat fully exposed. Ted swiveled the toilet bowl to rest between her knees so that a person could easily sit in her lap to use it. Ted demonstrated by pulling his dick out and pissing directly into the toilet, much to the delight of her sons and daughter who laughed hysterically at the face of disgust she made.

Ted said not to get it all the over the floor. “But if you miss the bowl and hit her belly,” Ted said as he pissed on his sister’s chest and let it drip down, “that would be fine.” He smiled. He finished up by pissing in her face and said that her head was just perfect where it was, but if you need to lower her you could.

He flicked a light switch that had been recently installed and it began to press the heavy set woman forward until her head was bowed where she could easily suck his cock.

He left the gagged woman just like she was and told her to get used to it. Daisy grunted incoherently through the gag as he walked out and left her in the uncomfortable position.

Ted told us that girls own nothing in the house. “The only custom cages are Crystal, Savannah, my mom, and my sister – the rest of y’all will get in any cage you are told to get into, or sleep where we say,” he was tired and horny and didn’t feel like explaining the rules further.

“We got plenty of time to go over this shit,” he took Crystal and Savannah by the leash and led them to Crystal’s former bedroom as he told Catfish and my brother to put us away. Savannah still had the confederate flag stuffed up her ass as he shut the door.

My brother and Catfish quickly searched the remaining girls by feeling them up.

Lilah and her daughters hadn’t gone through my brother’s exhaustive search and just thought he was being frisky with them until he explained that they do regular searches to make sure they weren’t hiding anything.

“You think I got a butter knife up my butt to cut you with, sweetie?” Lilah sounded so much like her daughters when she felt like acting up. She quickly apologized and offered her pussy and ass to his searches.

“Don’t just stand there, Sis,” Conner realized I was watching and doing nothing. I honestly expected to be searched thoroughly myself since I was still naked and collared.

He told me to pick someone’s ass and stick my finger in it.

“I’ll do the guys since none of you want too then, Sir,” I grinned at my joke but Conner was too distracted while searching Angel’s pussy with his hand stuck in up to his wrist. He merely nodded at the logic of that statement.

“Okay uh,” I found myself rubbing my chin the way Conner had earlier, trying to collect my thoughts as I told Ryan, Lloyd, Tyga, and Meth-Head Bill to all bend over and touch their toes.

Lloyd eagerly complied and stretched his muscular body out before me without the slightest hesitation. The other three didn’t take any coaxing but they didn’t respond quickly to my commands either. I dug a finger into Lloyd’s ass and felt around.

It was my first taste of being the person doing the inspecting and I had to admit I felt so completely red-faced that I was doing this to my cousin’s strong, naked muscular ass while naked myself. He had a pretty pink asshole – like a girl’s.

I went down the line to Ryan next. They all still had on their cock cages and Ryan asked me if I wanted to be called Ma’am or Mistress.

“I’ll uh,” I said I fingered his tight asshole, “tell YOU what to call me,” I said with some measure of satisfaction that I had put him in his place.

“Okay, then tell us,” Ryan looked over his shoulder at me and said that usually someone cleans off the finger first instead of going butt to butt with the same dirty finger.

“I know that,” I slapped his butt. It was harder and bonier than I thought and hurt my hand. I realized now why my brother carried a paddle – I couldn’t imagine giving 10 hard spanks with just my bare hands. I had a new respect for the many men who had done my ass the same way. I also had a much softer and plumper tush than Ryan did though.

“You can call me Queen Ellen,” I told him that he could call me Milady. I didn’t like how Ma’am sounded – like I was old, and Mistress just seemed like a title I had not yet earned. I was tempted to change my mind again, but I didn’t want to sound indecisive. I held out my finger under his nose for Ryan to clean it off.

“That’s right,” I said while trying to sound sure of myself and yet feeling like I was failing, “that’s how you do it.” I tried to remember what men had told me when I licked my juice off their fingers but was coming off sounding corny and cliché.

Tyga was the most excited of the four pussy boys bending over for my inspection. “My dick hurts in this cock cage, Queen,” he pleaded as he got hard while I touched his ass. It was pressing into the tiny cage and hurting him.

“That’s nice,” I didn’t actually enjoy hurting the dumb boy, but April’s brother had been a total knob to me earlier and it did seem like sweet payback. I fingered his very tight asshole and he groaned in pain. “if you would loosen up back there this would go a lot easier,” I knew men had just hammer-fingered their way up my ass but I was at least trying to be gentle.

The more delicately I tried to finger the teenager’s butt the more he groaned half in ecstasy and half in pain as he bent over for me. He pleaded for me to take off his cock cage and let him ‘get a nut’ before I continued to torment him to blue balls.

I honestly had no idea how to even unlock the cage. “My brother told me to inspect you and I am going to do that,” I think I sounded convincing when I told him we can do that the hard way or the easy way. He relaxed his asshole enough for me to dip my finger in and finish.

He was reluctant to lick my finger afterwards but I whispered in his ear and told him I would tease and blow on his cock in that cage all night unless he did and he opened right up and cleaned it off.

The final victim of my inspection was the least desirable of the bunch. Meth-Head Bill looked over forty years old but he was apparently much younger. He was skinny and had a weasel face that made me not want to trust him. His dick was so small that even fully erect it didn’t put any stress on the metal bars of the cock cage. My finger slid right in to his asshole and sunk down deep.

“I like ass play,” he looked over his shoulder at me for a reaction when he realized my finger hadn’t met any resistance at all when I planted it in his ass.

“Your asshole is like a mud pit,” I patted his bottom and turned around for him as I pulled my finger out. “Put your finger in my ass,” I pulled my cheeks apart for him. I wasn’t sure why I was demonstrating this but Bill wasted no time complying with my order and felt around inside my ass.

“You see how I can clench my asshole and hold your finger tightly?” I instructed as I gave him access to my pinkest spot. Meth-Head Bill eagerly observed that I was literally massaging his finger. He eagerly called me Mistress and I didn’t correct him as I rode up and down and back and forth on his finger.

“Ellen what the fuck are you doing?” Conner turned around and asked – I felt awkward as all eyes were on me. I felt even more naked than I already was as I had been caught red handed with his hand up my ass and several of the girls were mid-giggle already waiting for me to explain myself.

“I was demonstrating to this pussy boy how his asshole should be more elastic and ...” I started to explain to my brother.

“No one is going to put anything in Meth-Head Bill’s ass for pleasure,” Conner chided me and looked disappointed. I felt hurt and stupid as I slid off the man’s finger and reported that I had found nothing.

“If you are going to help me,” Conner sounded skeptical that I could help now and with that it erased my confidence, “you need to do exactly what I tell you. If I tell you to teach them how to exercise their assholes – you do that,” he asked me if I understood.

I felt worthless and humiliated and that was my first five minutes as a new Mistress!