Chapter One Hundred Forty One

You May Be Surprised By Your Capacity To Suffer When You Know You Deserve It

“Thank you Mistress Ellen, thank you!” my mother crowed in the living room. While I greased up her ass, I could hardly believe this was the same woman who looked down her nose at me when I got caught streaking in the living room on a dare a week ago.

I swatted my mother’s wet pussy with a sploosh and told her that we were running out of distasteful things to keep her in line. “Everything turns you on, whore.” I could tell my mom wanted to practice roleplaying the Mistress/Slave relationship with me as she kept laying it on thicker and thicker as I prepared her anus.

“I am so twisted and depraved – I set such a bad example for you Mistress, I am the worst mom ever,” she admitted.

I laughed and pointed to a dog bowl on the linoleum tiled kitchen floor. “Crystal is the world’s greatest mom and you are the worst,” Ted’s idea of a joke was to have a dog dish painted up “Wurld’s Gretast Mom” for my Aunt Crystal to use.

“You can just stick the bat in my mouth and let me get it wet that way, if you’d prefer Ma’am?” my mother had no comment on her sister or the dog dish.

“I am already four fingers into that crevice you call a woman’s asshole and now you are asking me to stick it in your mouth hole?” I felt absurdly out of my league trying to talk tough but no one laughed or giggled so I assumed my tough talk sounded plausible.

“Sorry, sorry Mistress! Please continue! I just wanted to save you further embarrassment at my expense,” Mom sounded genuinely sincere that she was not concerned about her own pride but simply wanted to make things easier on me.

I spanked her pussy again and told her that she could stop buttering me up because it wasn’t going to get her any mercy now that I was in charge. Mom actually thanked me and said she didn’t deserve any.

“Ooh, dark side of the moon,” Catfish strutted out from the backroom shirtless, baring his hairy 70’s porn star chest and tight Wrangler Jeans. He commented on Mom and Candy’s asses and told Gabriel and I that we had done a good job sticking the bats where the sun doesn’t shine. Cricket was at his side arm in arm – naked and collared with a big smile.

She had droopy boobs and a face that was a little hard to look at, but she had an otherwise pretty smoking sexy body. Her hair was all fucked up and she had that freshly fucked look on her face.

“Do any of you other bitches want to be tied up outside with a baseball bat shoved up your ass?” Conner asked as he held aloft the third aluminum mini-bat in his hand. “Going once? Going twice?”

“What do we get if we do, Sir?” Cricket spoke with a slight lisp that made her sound even less intelligent; but nothing as thick as her brother Kung-Fu Dave’s marble mouth of jumbled syllables and country hickisms.

“Bit up by mosquitos, a sore asshole, grass itch, and your tits seen by every neighbor on the street?” Candy answered her like the smart-ass she was.

“So why you doing it then?” Cricket cocked her head like a dog waiting for you to throw a toy you’d already thrown down the hallway.

“Cuz I wanna, that’s why!” Candy offered no real explanation and had I not spoken afterwards that would have been a sufficient answer for Cricket.

“They want to be better cunts who learn their places so they begged for more discipline in order to demonstrate their submission and willingness to obey to overcome the many, many shortcomings they have,” I explained while finishing ramming the bat into my mother’s ass as far as I could. It was much easier going than Candy, because mom had experience with Donkey cock and had learned how to grip and loosen her ass muscles to accommodate much bigger dicks.

“Why the bats?” Cricket asked with a nod of understanding adding that, “I’ve got many shit-comings. I don’t do anything half-ass, I fuck everything I do up completely!”

I wasn’t sure if she intended to say “shit-comings” instead of shortcomings but it meant the same thing and made me giggle.

“You need to address me as Mistress Ellen from now on,” I informed her before I continued.

“Well excuse me, Mistress Ellen,” Cricket wobbled her head in mock sincerity before telling me she didn’t get the memo on my promotion to head-asshole.

“That’s some pretty tough talk considering we have one more baseball bat.” I explained it was to make the act more unpleasant because some of these bitches love to show off and would think nothing of being naked on display. “As a punishment – it has to be painful to get them to learn anything and it’s also to help them accommodate more cock. My mother was able to grip and help me get that bat up her ass and I had it lodged in there twice as fast because, unlike Candy, – she has enough practice,” I explained.

“Hey, I got my first ass fucking before I had my first period,” Candy pouted angrily.

I ignored her and asked Cricket if she thought she should be out there.

“Hell, I don’t think I could stand that up my ass!” Cricket suggested if it was shoved up her snatch she could do it.

“You might be surprised by your capacity to suffer when you know you deserve it,” my brother.

“Then if Catfish wanted, you could, but I was told I am so ugly I can’t be out on the front lawn,” she shook her head with a mirthful acceptance, “don’t want to scare any customers away.” She looked at Catfish for validation. She admitted later that a regular customer had shoved a beer bottle up her ass pretty frequently but nothing like a baseball bat.

“That’s not true baby,” he touched her under the chin and gave her a wink, “You aren’t too ugly for the front lawn,” he smiled at her with a gleam in his eyes like he was suggesting she was as beautiful as the Mona Lisa herself.

“You really think so?” she cooed – she was smitten with Catfish and he seemed to really like her as well.

My brother didn’t let us wait around to hear the rest of the exchange. He sent Gabriel and I with Mom and Candy out into the yard to get them tied up. I heard Tawny say something about, “Your face ain’t the worst thing about you – your flapjack titties are.” and a lot of laughter as we shut the trailer front screen door. They had removed Crystal’s actual front door and replaced it with just a screen.

I wondered how Crystal probably felt about the permanent changes to her trailer – I could only imagine she may have been freaking out that this was irreversible but she showed no sign of concern.

Conner came with us and left Catfish to deal with the other women and Cricket. He marched my mother and Candy over to the telephone poll and told them both they had done a good job. “You made me proud,” he said.

Candy’s eyes flicked over to her brother to strongly suggest Conner cool it and not tell him about the deal she made to be more heavily trained. I could tell from Conner’s nodding his head and clamming up that he realized Gabriel was probably number one stool pigeon back to his father – more so than Clay’s wife Lilah might have been. Clay trusted Gabriel the way he did my brother. “Bro’s before ho’s” – and all women are deceptive, manipulative whores according to them.

We were being manipulative whores – everyone us was playing a part and had a side bet or an agenda. Even April and Tawny Haislip were here in large part because of their cocaine and pill addiction and they had made very little secret about that when they first got ‘recruited’.

Tawny was going to flat out refuse until April was told she’d be completely cut off and then suddenly she was willing to be a good sport with her own ass and her daughter’s. She had such little regard for Tyga that she clearly thought it was doing him good to be treated like a pussy boy. I suppose it made it easier for her to serve if her son and daughter had to as well.

I looked at my mom and realized I had just taken away her only ally by becoming her Mistress.

Conner made the girls line up with their toes touching the road in front of the trailer. The street was very thin and barely large enough for one car at a time with all the trailers crammed close to one another in zero-lot lines.

He demanded they stand with their feet apart and hands behind their heads and showed Gabriel and I how to tie them up – running the cord between their legs, around their tits and behind their backs to truss their wrists up so that they could not wriggle out.

Catfish brought Cricket outside to join us with the baseball bat swinging and hanging out of her ass loosely after a couple of minutes had passed and we had almost secured the first two girls.

“You need to get that baseball bat up there further or it’s gonna fall out the first time she wiggles her ass,” Conner told Catfish without looking up.

“I am getting kind of tired of being told by a smart-aleck kid what to do,” Catfish’s eyes flashed with anger.

“He is right though, Master,” Cricket stood up for my brother and told him she had said it wasn’t shoved in there all the way.

“You have these two, April and Tawny and all the Devine girls,” Catfish’s real issue was that he only had Cricket.

“I ain’t enough?” Cricket asked him with tears forming in her eyes.

“I didn’t say that, Sweet cheeks,” Catfish reassured her but still inferred that he’d want some additional bitches.

“Clay specifically asked that I take the Devines,” Conner didn’t stop observing us tying up the girls while he explained that Ted had specifically asked him to take the Haislip girls too.

“Well, that’s because I’ve got a history with April,” Catfish rubbed his dark mustache and said it still wasn’t fair.

“Life isn’t fair,” Conner stated flatly before telling Cricket to get into the same position but bend at the knees,” before asking me to work it in further up the girls butt. “What is it you want me to give you? What will make you happy?”

Catfish considered that for a minute “Can I have Ellen?”

I was shocked he asked that question – and strangely flattered. He hadn’t shown any special interest in me until now.

My brother asked him to explain why he wanted me and Catfish said that since he wasn’t having me serve that I’d make him more money as a whore. “You don’t need her and I’d like to train her,” Catfish said he’d like the pair of us – my mother and I.

I felt my pussy dripping with arousal at being spoken about like a poker chip or a used car that someone wanted to fix up and sell. “Seems like a waste. She is well trained and knows the grifts. She is cute – don’t complain like most of these bitches. It is like leaving money on the table,” he said.

“Gah!Fuck! Oh my gawd! Jesus Lord up in heaven, Fuck me!!Shee-IT!” a long litany of cuss words screamed out of Crickets mouth as I slowly worked the baseball bat up her ass. She stood legs apart, knees slightly bent, tits out and chin up with hands interlaced behind her head like the other girls but she did not take the ass reaming nearly as well.

My mom and Candy had taken it like professional porn stars – but Cricket shook and shivered and shouted to the heavens.

“Quiet, you fucking clown,” Candy chastised her for waking up the entire neighborhood. “You know these motherfuckers on this street all sleep in on Sunday morning – now they are going to be looking out their window at us,”

“Sorry, fuck!” Cricket grunted and offered to Catfish that she had some friends and cousins she knew that would serve if he wanted.

“That’s sweet of you honey,” Catfish told her he was pretty sure Ted thought they had too many bitches already and the money was already spread too thin to take on new pussy. “I want to know if Conner here will throw me at least one of the girl’s he isn’t using.”

“Gah! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck-a-duck, ring-a-ding-ding, oh shit, oh shit,” Cricket hysterically began another stream of obscenities as I continued to work the bat into her ass, before pissing all over the grass beneath her feet – a steady stream of hot yellow liquid ran down her feet and splashed her toes.

“Are you okay?” I asked instinctively and started to take the bat out.

“Don’t take it out, Mistress Ellen,” Cricket choked and sputtered and told me she was having an unbelievable orgasm and “it’s worth a case of hemorrhoids if it comes down to it.”

I chuckled and fucked it back and forth in her ass, holding her butt cheeks in my hands as I did.

“You should talk to Ellen if you want her to serve you,” Conner said that I was a Mistress now and if I wanted to serve him than I could.

“Get tied up with a baseball bat up my ass all night in front of the trailer for Donger to jerk off on my ass again and the neighbors to see?” I asked sarcastically. I was aware of how being naked and fucking other girl’s up the butt with a baseball bat wasn’t too far removed but it was still an improvement. “I think I’ll pass, thank you Catfish.”

Catfish accepted my answer but told me, “You are supposed to call me Sir out here.”

“Sorry sir,” I apologized sincerely, while I butt-slammed his number one and only slave under the flickering light of a trailer park street lamp.

“I think at the very least then you should let me fuck her until morning as punishment for not showing respect,” Catfish suggested and I smirked at his persistence.

“If you are horny you can fuck any of those girls in the trailer besides Sarah or Chastity,” Conner told him.

“Shit, Chastity would probably spread her little pussy for ya,” Candy suggested her sister was already sexually active, despite looking middle-school age. They do grow up fast in the Buckman and she was excessively beautiful, so there was no shortage of boys interested I was sure of that.

“Shit man, don’t be so stingy,” Catfish asked again and this time touched my ass. I had been groped, poked, played with and pinched so often at the pool but this was the first time it really felt like the guy had absolutely no right to touch me.

“Her pussy no longer belongs to me,” Conner told the grown man in no uncertain terms. It was shocking to hear him say that my pussy DID belong to him at one time – I supposed it did. “If she wants to fuck you – then she can,” Conner said I had secured the baseball bat far enough and told me to tie up Cricket. “She won’t be crated tonight with the other girls so she sleeps where she wants,” he said.

I had not thought about where I would sleep or how I would sleep specifically. That it would be MY choice. I almost fucked Catfish just so he would stop asking my brother, but thought better of it.

“My brother is going to freak out if he comes by and sees me out here like this!” Cricket smiled excitedly at the prospect of showing off to her Kung-Fu Dave once I had her strapped in.

I heard Candy yell out to the local flasher, “Donger I know you been watching and jerking off in the bushes.”

“Crikey,” sounding like Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter, the blonde, tanned giant emerged from the shadows behind the air conditioning unit. He was completely naked except for a pair of tennis shoes. “You knew I was back there didja?”

“You been jerking off in our window down on White Hall since I was little,” while looking straight ahead tied to the pole in the yard. “You never even said a word to us.”

“Sorry about that,” Donger explained that things are a lot more interesting here. The well-known trailer park flasher asked how she knew it was him and not some other flasher with her back turned.

“How many flashers are they? I thought you were the only one in the park?” Candy said.

“There are probably about six of us,” Donger said they were good blokes.

Conner reminded Candy to call him Sir and smacked her butt.

“You just leaving them out here then?” Donger asked my brother as he approached slowly.

“Yeah, come on and jerk off on my ass or whatever you are gonna do, Sir,” Candy offered to him. I smiled at how readily she accepted her fate and the fact that the streaking pervert would definitely do SOMETHING to them. She showed not the least bit of apprehension about it.

“It gonna cost me like last time?” Donger asked still crouching, but out in the middle of the yard.

Conner left the two of them to their back and forth and asked Catfish who he had left in charge inside the trailer when he came outside.

“Nobody,” Catfish looked surprised he needed to worry about it.

“Shit!” Conner ran back inside and Gabriel and I followed him close behind on his heels.

Once we opened the door, we saw Gene and Damian held down by their necks by April and Tawny as Sarah and Chastity twisted their ankles and tickled them. The naked women looked actually relieved to see Conner, but didn’t release their grip on the struggling boys. Angel was siting her bare-oversized ass on Damian who squirmed underneath the pregnant teenager.

“Thank God you didn’t start a fire,” Conner scorned the two boys while asking what happened.

Everyone started talking at once to explain, while Catfish made his way inside to stand in the background.

We pieced together that the boys came parading out of the bathroom and started swinging the mops as either something called “Megazords” or Jedi Light sabers. They nearly knocked out some girls and then grabbed Angel’s tits and started squeezing them hard.

The boys naturally had an entirely different story that sounded almost like the girls conspired to beat them up for no reason at all.

Conner said he was too tired to deal with this and that he needed to get the girls tied up and caged tonight.

“We’ll just come back when you are sleeping and get even,” Damian threatened his vengeance. That may not seem that ominous coming from a little kid, but Damian had a dangerous and dark side despite his innocent face and he threatened vengeance at least four or five times an hour for real or imagined slights against him.

“You are like something out of the Omen and your brother looks like one of the Children of the Corn!” I stomped my foot and pointed down at the brothers on the ground while they struggled to get up.

“Get their clothes off,” I instructed the other girls who gleefully pulled off the boys clothes and stripped them to their underwear.

“Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Underoos?” Gene laughed at his brother’s choice of decorative underwear.

“They are yours, dufus!” Damian cracked a smirk while fighting off the women pressing down on him.

“Boobies!” Gene managed to get his hands free and start honking tits where he could, but Tawny smacked his hand and Angel set her ass directly on his face.

“Underwear too,” I insisted and when they squirmed I explained that this worked for me and it would work for them. “You aren’t going to run wild in this trailer when my brother is in charge,” I told the girls to flip them over and I hog tied a kicking and screaming Gene and then Damian.

“Keep screaming and spitting and I’ll stuff your ‘underwears’ in your mouth,” I promised to the spiteful little brats before standing over them and telling them they just got their asses kicked by women.

The other girl’s applauded and I promised that if Ted sees them this way he is going to consider them for Pussy Boy duty.

“He wouldn’t dare! Dad! Dad! Tell this bitch she can’t tie us up!” a kicking and screaming Gene flopped and flapped around helplessly on the carpet like a caught fish on a wooden deck.

“You done been caught and she done tied you up,” Meth-Head Bill watched helplessly from the living room in the circle of other pussy boys. “You all should learn to mind yourselves,” he warned them but they didn’t listen.

“Can I gag them with their underwear? Miss Ellen? Please oh pretty please!” Sarah had been dying to do this to her brothers and was ecstatic we stood up to the little bullies.

“Do you promise to obey and be a good girl for me and the Masters of the house?” I asked her knowing she would agree to sell her soul if I had asked for it right then.

Their sister wasted no time once given permission to gag the two boys –a task she did with a maniacal gleam in her eyes. She swapped their underwear so that Gene had his brother’s stuffed into his mouth. He defiantly raged into the gag for at least a full five minutes while we ignored them and my brother caged the rest of the girls without incident - including a happy and willing Sarah and Chastity.