Chapter One Hundred Forty Two
“You asked for this and now you will pay for it,” Conner told the two struggling boys as he tested the ropes tying their feet and legs together. The trailer was equipped with hooks and bondage gear hanging on every wall so there was no shortage of ways to torment Gene and Damian.
They were lucky we were tired and knowing we had to be up in a few fleeting hours we didn’t go overboard with them. I noticed Gene sporting a boner as we left him struggling against his bindings. Conner warned him the more he struggled the more it would tighten, but the headstrong kid would not listen.
“Where should I sleep Master?” I followed my brother down the hallway. I was still naked in only my silver collar.
Conner shrugged and told me I could sleep anywhere I wanted now.
There were not many beds in the trailer. They had been replaced with small dirty mattresses thrown on the ground. They were presumably for guys to fuck one of the girls on but right now Catfish and Gabriel were sleeping on them and there was only one free.
My brother walked into the bathroom to check on Daisy. He almost shut the door on me and then thought better of it. Daisy was bent over and bound to the toilet with her legs chained wide apart around the bowl. Conner flicked a switch that worked a small hydraulic pump and raised her up.
Her mascara was running down her face reminding me of a cupie-doll that had been left out in the rain. Her hair was all fucked up from being pulled and her massive tits were leaking milk down her chest. She had clearly been trying to sleep in this position but not having much success.
“Oh thank you,” she mumbled through the round O-ring gag in her mouth. Her tongue moving in and out of the leather ring between her teeth as she spoke.
“You shouldn’t thank me,” Conner unzipped his cock right in front of me. He had seen me naked many times but I felt a little guilty looking at his flaccid cock as he took it out and began to piss between her legs.
“Grrumph,” Ted’s evil-bitch of a sister had a sweet fat face, but her eyes felt like stones being thrown against my chest as she glared at me as if I were the one who locked her up and was pissing between her stocky thighs.
Her hands were bound behind her back and she was secured in the custom chair quite well, but the bull of a woman looked ready to bolt up at any moment.
“Your husband is tied up in the living room,” Conner informed her that Bill was tied up by his pecker to the other pussy boys and had to stand all night.
Daisy grinned through the gag at that and nodded approvingly. Drool had puddled on her lip and was running down her chin onto her milky nipples. They were clearly sore and sensitive from the abuses, such as pinching, stretching and other torments she had received, and stood out prominently due to the oversized steel hoops she had been pierced with. Milk was dripping from her sore, bulging tits down her chest.
“Your daughter was caged up with another girl her age in the living room and secured,” Conner said as he finished pissing and shook his dick a few times the way guys do after they finishing pissing.
Daisy nodded in a more serene and accepting way as she shut her eyes.
“That way her brother’s can’t get to her and poke at her,” Conner explained and this didn’t surprise the heavy-set mother at all. She knew that her daughter would be tied up when she agreed to this.
“Bett-er than letting her broth-ers get-to-her,” Daisy spoke slowly to pronounce the words properly through the gag in agreement.
“We had to tie up Damian and Gene tonight because they were starting fires and hurting the girls,” Conner told her the news in a very calm manner.
Daisy looked initially concerned but nodded. “They nearly pull-ed muh’ tits off tonight,” she admitted with another accepting look. “Will you tell Ted?”
“I have to tell Ted and I doubt those boys could pull your tits any harder than the training you will get tomorrow,” Conner said before slapping the grown woman right across the face to remind her that it was “Master Ted” and “Master Conner” to her.
“He willfth be mad and make them puffy boys?” Daisy actually seemed concerned about the fate of her sons as she sprayed saliva out of her gag. I wanted to ask why she cared what became of Gene and Damian if she didn’t seem to mind Sarah having to be trained, but my brother was talking and I remained quiet and stood behind him.
“Ted speaks for Ted,” Conner shrugged that he could not tell her what would happen and he didn’t really care. “Why are you worried about the two of them getting in trouble if you aren’t worried about Sarah?” my brother asked the question I was thinking.
“Remoofth muh gag, Mathstar and I tellth you pleeeth?” Daisy struggled with the leather ring holding her mouth open to answer his questions and I smirked – I had been gagged like that several times and thought I was able to manage to talk much more clearly.
“You are going to be gagged pretty much going forward so you need to learn to talk in a way that isn’t annoying when addressing your betters,” Conner shook his head but popped the gag out of her mouth so she could explain.
“Thank you Master,” Daisy seemed genuinely appreciative of the reprieve from the gag for as long as it lasted and worked her jaw back and forth to return feeling before answering the question. “Everyone thinks I agreed to serve because I get half the trailer park after a year but the truth is Maw-Maw’s words really affected me very profoundly.”
She quickly described how courageous Maw-Maw was to strip naked and volunteer for service. She said that had she been trained to submit, she would not have sought out such pathetic men like Meth-Head Bill and her kids would have better fathers. (They were all from different guys). She described her many shortcomings of anger, jealousy, rage, greed, and said that this training would address all of them.
“Of all of you out at the pool I am the one who doesn’t really have to lie or exaggerate about the things I’ve done. Lie, steal, cheat, and that is just for starters,” she addressed me. “Your sister Is the biggest liar out there,” I waited for the insult to come but instead Daisy said “because its fairly obvious she is actually a nice girl who was just trying to earn her way out of this shit-box. I was born here, raised here, and I’ll die here – don’t know no other place and no other way.”
Conner nodded and was about to remind her forcefully that she hadn’t answered his question; why she seemed to care if Gene and Damian actually got in trouble or not, when she didn’t seem to mind Sarah having to be trained naked.
“Maw-Maw wanted to see if I would commit to this when she asked if I thought it was a good idea for me,” Daisy explained that she understood how her mother thought better than anyone. “She knew if I REALLY believed training was going to help me and be a good idea for me – that I’d want Sarah trained too. At that time, I wanted to protect her,” she said.
I was skeptical. I seemed to remember Daisy only agreeing AFTER Maw-Maw said Sarah had to train for Daisy to get out of training.
Daisy acknowledged when she saw that we were not sold on what a great mother she was that she had originally thought to trade her own suffering for her daughters. “Okay, I was selfish – I admit that. I was thinking that Ted would run my tits through the ringer but they wouldn’t be so hard on Sarah and she is a little extrovert who thinks Maw-Maw hung the moon. Think about it – Less suffering all around, Sarah wanted to learn, and was an extrovert, and its not like this would kill her. I figured she would run around naked with a dog collar and clean the kitchen,” she admitted and we nodded.
She continued the story to stop on the fact that her lazy, drug addict husband had popped a boner each and every time he saw Sarah naked. “It wasn’t the first time I saw him checking her out. She liked to wear tight stretchy pants with no panties and I caught him looking long before we ever moved back into the trailer, but I said nothing because guys look – that’s what they do,” we nodded to her words in understanding.
“So they told me if I served fully as a Pet they would break Bill and turn him into a full cuckold pussy boy, whether he liked it or not,” she told us she was not initially willing to make that trade.
“Odd-Jobs has a way of negotiating with people though,” she said with reverence as they explained that her mandatory service ends in a year – it doesn’t for Bill. “He will belong to me for the rest of his pathetic little life. I think it was a fair trade, although he is worthless.”
I didn’t ask how they would make sure that happened or why she wanted Bill after all of this.
She said that she initially wanted to make his life a living hell. She said that Ted had made her life a living hell and made her a laughing stock to everyone she ever knew that may have respected her. “He beat me, bent me, pulled me, choked me, stroked me and poked me every which way and now I kind of miss it,” she admitted with a chuckle and a belly laugh. “He let guys whose hearts I broke or money I stole beat me too! He made me crawl and beg and lick asses and do all sorts of nasty shit that I initially hated him for,” she admitted.
She told me that when she started this it was like any other scam. “I was going to ride it until it ran out of gas and take whatever I could from it,” she said. “I didn’t give a shit about slapping asses or making you bitches play with men for money. If you twats were getting something, then I wanted a little piece of it,” she groaned with what looked like remorse on her face.
“Maw-Maw told me that once I started training I would start to care about other people but I didn’t believe her,” she said that she had spent a lifetime thinking about herself and even that not very much. “I really didn’t think I was worth a shit and so I got with losers and fuck-ups because that is who I thought I deserved; but also because I could easily dump them before they dumped me and not care one way or the other,” she described the value system she had developed with what sounded like she had come to a realization.
“I’ve never felt concern for anyone else before. I can honestly say – that I have never given it much thought; but even my kids I just kind of let them run wild and rode the chaos that we created as we went from place to place using people. At first, when Maw-Maw made me do this I thought she was just playing favorites over Ted, but I am the lucky one. He won’t ever learn the simplicity of waking up every day and knowing someone is going to tell you what to do and take care of you and you don’t have to think about it or worry,” she said with a strangely satisfied look on her face.
“Yes, this is fucking hard and honestly my tits and ass are throbbing, but I am getting used to it and learning to accept that things are going to change and you either roll with them or they roll over you. Maw-Maw told me that she would have raised me this way if she had stayed with Odd-Jobs and I am just now realizing that I was meant to serve. She spent three years as a toilet girl at the Jacobi farm before anyone even stuck as much as a dick in her pussy. That means Christmas day, Birthdays, hell – every fucking day Monday through Sunday while her brother got to learn to be a trainer,” She said of Junior. “I pity Junior because he will never know what it’s like to sacrifice and give up something and actually get something out of it,” she said.
“So you accept that you are going to be toilet trained and don’t want to be released?” my brother asked her with a confused and skeptical expression.
“Accept what you can’t change and change what you can’t accept,” she smiled at me and told me she didn’t understand what her mother meant by that until she started living by that lesson tonight. “I can’t change what I am trained as – that isn’t up to me any longer. You can’t put a flower in an asshole and call it a vase though. I am a toilet because my brother wants me trained that way and he is my owner now. If I am well behaved, then he may change his mind. This is something I must learn to accept and I am a bitch who raised three brats and married a fucking loser. I accept it and the only thing I can change is that Punkin my baby will be raised to learn her place and not be like her brothers and sister,” a wintry smile spread across her pretty face.
Daisy was heavy-set but she had such big blue eyes and at the moment she seemed to be shining.
“So what kind of toilet are you?” Conner still seemed confused. “People are just going to piss in your mouth?”
“I am a full service toilet, Sir; and that means they can use me like a toilet and in any hole I have available or on my face or tits,” she smiled invitingly. “I am a toilet who gives milk and there aren’t many of those at all!” she said – her swollen and bulging tits were leaking down her chest as we spoke. She looked like she was desperate to have them squeezed and milked but wouldn’t ask us directly. “You can piss between my legs, on my legs. It will all wash off,” she smiled to let him know it was fine.
“That doesn’t freak you out at all?” Conner seemed surprised.
“At first, obviously it disgusted me, Sir,” Daisy admitted that she was hoping for a different role in Ted’s stable. “It all gets hosed off and if you chew what life gives you and swallow the bad taste will subside. Someone has to be toilet trained in Master Ted’s stable. If not me, then one of the other girls would have to do it. There is no point in me complaining or begging not to be trained this way because the decision was already made for me; unless you would like to watch me do that, Sir?”
“No, I am happy you accept your place,” Conner remained skeptical and a little confused as to why Daisy was so willing now to accept it. “You will still work the Semen hole or are we leaving you here?” he asked.
“I will probably do both, but the choice isn’t up to me, Master,” Daisy told him that she could be a pay toilet. “There will be a tip bucket but I am not entitled to the same share that a regular whore is, Sir,” she said.
“You still have to fuck and suck like a whore though?” Conner still having reservations.
“I was born a whore, Master,” she admitted and said that she would take any cock any time from any man, except for her husband, going forward. “I don’t think I will get too many dicks; but I am sure some guys I used to date and fucked over, will want to jerk off on me tomorrow. I caused a lot of trouble for you and your sister; but there are people I fucked over a barrel and had their car repo’d or raked over the coals emotionally, and I will be lucky if they don’t put their cigarettes out in my mouth,” she sounded like she was kidding.
“They can put their cigarettes out in your mouth?” Conner was not buying her new enthusiasm to accept anything anyone wanted to do to her.
“They can put their butt out in my butt. If you smoked, you would know they flick them in toilets all the time. I had to eat an entire ashtray at Applebee’s in front of one of the waiters I used to date while Bill watched me beg his forgiveness. I get it, Sir - You think this is a scam and angle Sir,” she said she didn’t blame him for that. She had been a liar and a manipulator for so long. “After a year I can beg my brother’s permission to run the gauntlet and collect my earnings and whatever portion of the Buckman belongs to me and move on, or I can remain his property,” she told us before adding that, “Sarah and Punkin will be raised just like I should have been. It will be hardest for Sarah because she has been spoiled, but this will be all Punkin will know.”
“What is the Gauntlet?” I asked – I felt strange interjecting in a conversation, but I was a free woman now and something of a mistress.
“You are getting very bold, whore. If you keep talking like that you are going to end up sitting like me and being your brother’s toilet at the pool!” she warned me.
“My sister was released from service – she is a mistress now,” Conner said. It sounded weird hearing him say it, and instead of shock or jealousy I saw pity coming from Daisy’s face towards me.
“My apologies, Mistress, I meant no disrespect, but you are a whore just like me,” Daisy said. That hurt but in a way it was completely true. “In the old days of the Jacobi farm if a woman wanted to be released from service there was only one way to do it. She would wait until she fulfilled the contract she had agreed to when they brought her there. It was usually at least a year but could be longer. She had to formally beg her owner to release her and allow her to run the gauntlet. The gauntlet is a series of challenges and ordeals that are more brutal and ruthless than any training you would normally have. Usually high rollers came in and paid to be involved in the ordeal. The final test was that she was hunted for a weekend down at the old stone quarry. If she did not get captured, they would leave her naked, collarless, alone and on the highway; but she would have the money she’d earned in her bank account or with whoever had sponsored her training. She had to prove she was willing to endure anything to leave; and many girls could not make it through the ordeal or just preferred a life of service,” she admitted adding that Maw-Maw was one of the last women to complete the ordeal before the farm was shut down.
I was shocked – there had been no ceremony or sacrifice on my end to stop training. It had been a verbal agreement with Ted and my brother over my mother’s service. I could understand how there was a finality to something like the ordeal those girls must have endured that would make it feel “over” – right now, things did not feel over for me.
“What happens if Ted declines your begging to undertake the gauntlet,” Conner asked curiously.
Maw-Maw snorted that had never happened in the history of the Jacobi farm. “I would have to learn to accept the things I can change and change the things I cannot accept. If I cannot leave than I must learn to accept it, Sir,” she said stoically.
“What about Damian, Gene, Sarah, and Punkin? Would they come with you if you run the gauntlet?”
“Bill would belong to me but I’ve given up parental authority over them,” she admitted reluctantly. “I never really had a whole lot to begin with. I could yell and threaten, but I was only fooling myself to think I was a mistress or a mother. I was never really in charge. I had let them run wild and be nasty, rude, and vulgar, just like me. I am not just saying Ted is my better to get through this any longer. I actually mean he is literally my better and so are you Master,” I noticed Daisy excluded me in that qualification and that may have been intentional or accidental.
She explained that they would be raised collectively by the Gaylord family and that if she wanted anything to do with them then she had to remain as Ted’s property.
“Wow, I am impressed and I respect the decision you have made,” I said – feeling guiltier about my own choices recently.
“You are impressed then with a shit-gobbling piss-bucket whose only choice is to be what she was always meant to be and would have been raised, if her mother hadn’t chosen the gauntlet because she thought she knew better than her father what we needed,” she said with a sullen acceptance of fact. “My mother is a stupid cunt who wanted to raise Master Ted and I away from the discipline and we turned out to be losers and scam artists and now my own kids pay because I raised them to be assholes just like me. There is really no choice here – but thank you Mistress, even though I beg you not to respect me. I have so much to learn and to do that I must suffer. It is not something I revel in or look forward to but it is going to happen, so Master Ted wants me to do it with enthusiasm. When my sons came in here earlier I asked them to treat me as they would any toilet and they pulled my nipples and tried to stuff me up and clog me just like the toilet that they broke this weekend. I have raised tiny monsters and I don’t know if Master Ted has the patience or capacity to unfuck all the fucked up they are so that they can become masters like him. I think it was for the best you caged them but that is not a decision I am permitted to make, Mistress.”
She looked like she was going to cry.
“How are you going to spend the next year serving Ted if just talking about it makes you cry like a fat baby?” Conner sounded mean but it didn’t faze Daisy at all.
“I am crying tears of joy that we are all finally getting what we deserve and needed,” she said while holding them back. “I am being trained properly, Bill is being cuckolded like the little bitch he is, Sarah and Punkin will learn what it means to obey and my boys are finally learning there are consequences, Master,” she said.
This was the kind of thing we said to tricks down at the car wash – but now it seemed like we had come full circle and it was starting to trickle into real life for my mother and Daisy – and it seemed for me as well.
“They aren’t your boys any longer though are they?” Conner was being harsh but Daisy thanked him and admitted they weren’t after he mentioned it. “Do you want me to watch out for Sarah tomorrow for you? Make sure they take it a little easy on her for her first day if she goes to the Semen hole?” Conner offered graciously but with a stern seriousness.
“Oh we are all going down to the semen hole,” Daisy smirked but didn’t explain. “No, I would prefer you not give her any special treatment or try to shield her from reality, but it is not up to me. She belongs to Ted and the Gaylords now, Master,” Daisy said. I thought she would choke up a little.
Conner took me by the hand and flicked out the bathroom light without saying goodbye to her.
“Master?” Daisy called to us sitting in the dark.
Conner spun around impatiently and waited for her to speak.
“Would you mind returning me to my position and gagging me? Master Ted will beat me if he sees I am not where I am supposed to be,” she said.
“Then he will beat you,” Conner told, her apathetic to her punishment. There was a quiet pause while he let that sink in and told her that was his gift to her. “You have done well accepting your place and I don’t want you to break the rules in order to get the discipline and torment you so richly deserve to reinforce that. I’ve broken them for you, so that you will be beaten tomorrow and you will thank Master Ted for any harsh treatment and accept full responsibility for your gag being left in the toilet,” Conner stepped back into the darkened bathroom and removed her gag fully before dropping it into the unflushed piss water between her legs in the toilet bowl.
“Thank you Master Conner and Mistress Ellen,” she said as we left the bathroom and entered Savannah’s old bedroom.
There were mattresses and cages here, but all the mattresses were taken except one and there were plenty of open cages.
“I will sleep in one of the cages if you like Sir,” I said to my brother submissively. I still hadn’t shaken the habits of referring to him as Sir. I really didn’t mind and all the other girls had managed to fit into the tight little cages ass up and spread – I could spend another night that way. Conner wasn’t used to that at all and it was unthinkable of me to even suggest it.
“I can’t let you sleep in the cage and it’s not like you are even really used to it,” Conner said and reminded me that I’ve been tied up at night but that the cage was another thing entirely.
“If Angel’s fat belly could fit into one then I am sure I’ll survive,” it took great effort to leave off the title Sir from my speech.
“It was harder squeezing her fat ass in there then her belly,” Conner chuckled sweetly.
I don’t know why I did this – it could have been the things I had heard tonight or the fact that it was so late at night and I had little sleep or food in my belly, but I put my arms around my brother and embraced him. “Thank you for being such an amazing little brother and Master to me,” I said and held him close.
He hugged me back tightly.
“You could have made it really hard on me and you had every reason to do it, but you have tempered all your discipline with consideration and fairness,” I smiled as I looked him in the eye. I asked if I could sleep in the cage tonight so that he could have the mattress. “I am a whore like Daisy said, even if I am a mistress, and nothing changes that. I am not even permitted to wear clothes in the trailer. No one is going to care if another girl is stuffed in one of the cages,” I said so that he wouldn’t feel too guilty about taking a mattress.
Ted had bought cheap, dirty single mattresses that were designed to be fucked on and not slept on anyway and strewn them around the room. “These will be so full of cum in a few days that we will both want to sleep in a cage just to keep our butts from being sticky,” I smiled.
He leaned in close and kissed me on the mouth. I opened my lips and let his tongue enter my mouth and brush against my teeth. I’ve been kissed forcefully, not just on the mouth but I’ve even had people tongue-punch my asshole all week, but no one kissed me like this.
Ryan had come close but this made my toes curl and the hair stand up on the back of my neck. I didn’t think of Conner as my brother in that moment but as a man who had been looking out for me when no one else had. I wanted to be taken by him.
He led me to the mattress and we laid down together. He was content to snuggle me after that kiss; but I rolled him on his back and began to unbuckle his cargo shorts and remove his clothes.
He smiled and said that I didn’t have to do that.
“I know I don’t have to, Sir I want to,” I smiled seductively and pulled his shirt off over his head, and his pants and underwear. He was getting hard for me and it didn’t freak me out at all. I remembered when I had sucked his cock and how scared and mortified I was.
I was, after all, doing it in front of a crowd and now there was just Catfish and a few others sharing a darkened room with me.
“You don’t have to call me Sir, either!” he reminded me.
“I know, but sometimes I want to,” truth be told – I just couldn’t stop the habit like a light switch and would need time to get used to that freedom. I also found that when he acted like a Sir – I couldn’t help but call him sir.
I began to play with his hard cock and spit on my hands so that I could warm him. I told him, “This is something I HAVE to do,” and I rose up over him and put the tip of his cock at the base of my pussy. Once I had him lined up, I backed down over his dick until he was fully inside of me.
“You are sure?” he asked nervously.
“I have already done it, haven’t I?” I channeled my inner-Savannah stubborn sassy streak and slowly ground myself up and down on his cock.
Conner started to speak and I put my finger on his lips to hush him up as I rode his dick up and down and enjoyed the ride.
I wasn’t thinking- I was in the moment and for once this was my choice and my choice alone. No one was paying me to be a whore and no one was telling me I had to fuck them or tricking me or tying me up.
I was fucking my brother because I wanted to fuck him and he wanted to fuck me.
He came inside me and held my body close to his while his body tensed up and he spasmed.
I slid off Conner’s cock and spun around so that he could see my asshole. I knew that turned him on and I wasn’t going to be shy after everything we had been through now. I began to lick his dick clean slowly and all the cum still dripping down to his balls. I took the entire length of him down my throat. I had learned to pinch my thumb and that helped reduce my gag reflex – Conner was big and I enjoyed licking his dick like a lollipop.
“You are dripping cum on my face!” he complained playfully
“Shhh, you don’t want to wake up Master Catfish,” I turned around and began to lick the white jizz from my brother’s face and I could feel him getting hard again as I did. “Can you go again?” I asked enthusiastically.
“I think so!” he smiled.
“I’ll have to drip jizz on your face again then,” I smirked as I lined him up for a second round.
This time he came even harder after a good five minute pounding me and riding me hard.
We both passed out after that – him inside me as his cock shrank to normal size and my head resting on his chest.