Chapter Forty-Five

If it walks like an ass, talks like an ass, quacks like an ass, it’s an ass.

“Oh my god, no please!!” Daisy laughingly mocked the surprise and anguish in my voice, “Oh get over yourself girly. Ted said you look constipated and I agree. You are totally full of shit and need to drop a load or two!”

My eyes were wide with fear and I scanned the seated men in the V.I.P tent for a trace of sympathy and saw only grins of anticipation. I wasn't in enough danger to run away but I was also worried – what did this crazy bitch have in store for me?

“You are no stranger to getting your butt reamed,” Daisy effortlessly plopped the butt-plug out of my ass while turning my body around so I had to face the men in the audience on my hands and knees. It would have been useless to struggle – she was built like a tank.

She held in her hand a device that Ted had put in our cart at the adult novelty store the day before. We hadn’t paid attention to the dildos and sex-toys he had purchased – there were just too many of them and I admit I felt uncomfortable looking at the boxes to read about them.

There was a red rubber bag with a long slender rubber tube leading to a banana shaped stainless steel dildo and another more slender tube hanging down from that. She had been filling the rubber bag with water from the tap in the booth. She reached around to pop the thumb-shaped dildo she removed from my ass into my mouth “Here clean this, slut!”

She sneered at me and told me if I didn’t stop squirming around she was not going to waste lube on the enema tube before she stuck it up my ass. I had heard of enemas before, but I had never had one or saw one. I thought they were done in hospitals, but now I was about to get a crash course in getting one for sport.

I wondered what kind of person buys an enema kit at a fetish store and why they would choose to do it to themselves or others; while I sucked on the rubber thumb in my mouth in front of the hard-core watchers. They laughed mercilessly at me and I think the fact I was nervous and afraid was only making them laugh harder. They had grown used to me playing either a rich-bitch, who complied with her training but didn’t care she had to do it, or who genuinely tried to be a good girl to get out of punishment; and they saw this all as part of the act I am sure.

I tried to put on brave face like my Aunt and play the role I had been given – the slutty rich bitch that is willing to accept her punishment but doesn’t think it is going to have any effect on her besides an annoyance.

I have come so far in the last week. I remember when I was freaking out about walking in bra and panties through the Buckman after my first day and now I haven’t even been allowed to wear a bra and panties in almost a week!!

I often find myself blushing and the butterflies on my stomach have learned to fly in formations and do backflips from their constant state of alert in my tummy!

Then I find myself accepting and even growing accustomed to the new rules. I had expected to wake up today and come to the car wash and accept being spanked because I had done it four days in a row.

Yet – here I am with a fresh new humiliation that makes me want to just run down route 51 and call somebody- anybody to come take me away from this madness!

“Grandpappy?” Opie grinned at Skeeter and asked, “She gonna get an enema like Aunt Mabel gives me and my sisters every Sunday?”

“Nah,” Skeeter chewed and spit some tobacco on the sidewalk, “You kids just get them little fleet enemas to help ya stay regular! This hare’ is gonna be something a little bit more extreme.”

They were both excited to watch me get whatever I was going to get and I had no idea what it was – and not knowing was what frightened me the most. I had only been able to endure 20 swats on my pussy the night before in the mall bathroom because I had been getting spanked enough to know what to expect – this was all new.

Fear of the unknown was causing me to imagine all kinds of scenarios – including swallowing all that water until my belly became distended and packed.

Daisy was smoking a cigarette while she filled the water bottle and hung it from a make-shift hook that was sticking out of the wall. “This is going to be epic alright, but you are probably too young to be watching this anyway,” she guffawed.

“Daisy,” my brother tugged at Daisy’s tank-top to get her attention and when she ignored him he asked again, “Daisy, Ma’am?”

“What is it cum-squirt?” Daisy could be just as abrasive if not more so than her brother. She would be crass around her kids but at the pool today she had grown increasingly hurtful and had dropped any pretense of doing this to help everyone – she was out for one person and one person only.

She took a puff of her cigarette and waited impatiently for Conner to speak up.

“I just think,” Conner started and I could tell he was getting nervous and starting to stammer.

“Wha-wha-wha,” she exaggerated him stuttering, “what the fuck is it you want, worm?”

“I don’t think,” Conner was intimidated by the woman and I looked over my shoulder at the two of them. He was right by the stereo and looking right at her double-D tits that seemed to draw your attention from all other parts of her body.

“Yes,” she agreed with him, “You don’t think!” and then she flicked her cigarette at him before telling him to play better music. “Don’t you have some fucking Madonna or George Michael you little faggot?”

“Turn back around and face straight ahead,” she warned me and flicked some water at me. I could feel her hand touch my ass cheeks as she warned me “Don’t slime that cum all over my hand just because I touched you – don’t think I swing that way!”

“I am a boss too,” Conner sounded petulant and unsure of himself but he insisted she make sure Ted wanted this done because it was a new requirement and he hadn’t heard Ted say it.

“Ted isn’t running this shit for long,” she brushed him off and slide the banana dildo into my tender asshole. I let out a long mewling cry that caused me to drop the butt-plug in my mouth and the men giggled as my eyes widened while the dildo penetrated my ass.

The banana was a lot wider than the butt plug and while it was tapered and she had lubricated it – it slid right in without resistance. She pushed it in deeper despite Conner’s protests and then told me “It’s all the way in – turn around so they can see your stinker.”

I didn’t want to obey her. I wanted to stand up to her but I was an even bigger coward than my brother because I answered, “Yes Ma’am” dejectedly and spun to face my ass towards the V.I.P spectators.

“Can we touch it?” Opie asked in awe of the shiny-silver plug in my ass.

“No you cannot touch it!!” Daisy demanded hastily and then added, “Unless you pay five bucks each!”

She released a valve on the rubber tube and warm-soapy feeling water ran into my asshole through the tube. She took a drag off a can of whip-cream that was part of the food-supplies and huffed the cream into her mouth while laughing at me.

“Here want some?” she stuck the whip-cream nozzle in my mouth and filled it up full and demanded I hold it there. “She usually spits or swallows – she isn’t used to having to hold cream in her mouth,” Daisy giggled at me and I must admit that I wanted to jump off the table and claw her eyes out, but I was afraid.

I had after all – agreed to this sort of humiliating treatment and my Aunt’s family were sucking it up and doing it as well. If Opie paid five dollars to touch my dildo that was five dollars closer to getting out of here – well 50 cents if I considered my ten percent cut only and 75 cent if my brother didn’t lose his share.

I was starting to get used to the warm-feeling of the water filling up my intestines and with my back to my audience – I once again was able to look on the bright side that this was just another in a long series of humiliating experiences and I would get through this.

“Let’s see what this little pump does,” she started to squeeze a round rubber ball-shaped pump attached to the more slender tube and the dildo started to EXPAND – inside of me.

“Oh!” she laughed, “This must be what keeps it from popping out of your loose butthole and spraying the audience!”

I swallowed some of the whip-cream in shock as I realized she was pumping my asshole wider-and wider- while she filled me with water and it must look completely exaggerated and huge to anyone who was looking at it.

“Can we get Polaroids with her like this?” the Leaner seldom spoke, but he seemed very interested when Daisy had my asshole fully pumped and filled with water.

“No, let’s not get Ted involved in this with his fucking camera, but you can snap all the pictures you want with your cell phone for two bucks,” Daisy told him.

Ted allowed cell phone pictures in the V.I.P. tent but if they wanted to take one with us it was always for five dollars (per girl) and with the Polaroid camera.

Ted had explicitly forbidden cell-phone pictures with us so that he could drive up the Polaroid prices although there was nothing he could do to prevent the people from snapping shots from a distance outside of the V.I.P.– he hadn’t encouraged it either.

I was horrified to think I would one day be googling “Stupid trailer park slut” and see Savannah or me smiling with our shirt off and our bottoms rolled down so you could see our slit. I would have to wonder under what context I would be googling “Stupid trailer park slut,” though.

Daisy stuck her finger in the whip cream in my mouth and sucked it, then told me I could swallow the rest of the cream in my mouth, as if she were being nice to me. The nerve of this woman – I really had begun to hate her.

Ted could be mean and sadistic, but I had justified his behavior as part of the act and his nature. He had made us all a lot of money the day before and that had something to do with my acceptance of his ideas as well. The girls had been plotting revenge on him none-the-less and now I was determined to get some on Daisy.

Why is it the worst kinds of people often prosper while the good ones have to go through constant hardship and struggles?

“Hell, you love it!” Daisy smacked my ass and I thought I was about to lose the water in my ass right then. “If you are nice, I’ll let you fuck yourself on the enema hose at the end for them!”

I started to dribble pee down my leg and she snapped her fingers, “STOP THAT!! You can piss and blast that water after this song finishes and the next! Just cool your fucking jets and relax.”

I did as I was told but I asked her as respectfully as I could, “Blast that water, Ma’am?”

“Yeah, you are going to drain yourself into the garbage can,” she snapped her fingers again, “Conner – get your finger out of your own ass and stop watching your sister’s tits you freak!”

Conner wasn’t staring lustily at me and he didn’t have his finger in his own ass – she was just making fun of him. She demanded he leave the music alone and go pull a garbage can from the sidewalk to right under the platform stage, “To catch her shit!”

I was going to SHIT? Right now – out in the open? Over a garbage can?

It dawned on me how enemas were supposed to work and what I was supposed to do and suddenly I had doubled the amount of butterflies in my stomach and my desire to be any place in the world had me imagining a nice relaxing vacation in a Siberian gulag in wintertime.

“You aren’t getting any takers to touch your scrawny ass for five bucks,” Daisy felt this was this the biggest insult of all and seemed disappointed.

“Five dollars seems a bit high just to touch that, lady!” Opie called out defiantly from the small crowd of hangers-on in the V.I.P. room. He offered “I will give five dollars to put a booger in her butt!”

“YOU ARE GROSS!” Daisy declared, and I thought she was going to tell him no way; but she upped it to six-dollars and said he had a deal if my brother could muster up the strength to drag the garbage can in here anytime soon.

My brother was struggling with the garbage can and she berated him as a weakling, but it was mostly full of cans and garbage from the last few days. She came around to the front of the stage outside of the booth and directed me to keep my legs apart as far as they can go.

She released the air on the pump and deflated the dildo – I was so instantly relieved by the removal of the pressure on my anus, that I couldn’t stop myself from involuntarily spraying water out of my ass and pissing at the same time, once the plug deflated and fell out.

I couldn’t have stopped it if I had tried; and it gushed, the water flooded out of my ass and pussy - a giant yet humiliating relief.

It was an explosive back-blast of liquid relief that I couldn’t even bring myself to watch or turn my head to look at the men watching me. I wasn’t sure if they were shocked, disgusted, or turned on - I suspected a mixture of all three!

“Oh, oh, oh!!” someone in the V.I.P. tent mocked my mewling moans as the uncontrollable torrent of water emptied from my belly and ass out into the garbage can. It wasn’t solid – it felt completely liquid.

“Hershey squirts!!” Opie laughed and the other guys giggled. I do not possess the words to accurately describe the level of intense humiliation I was feeling because I don’t think such words have been invented yet.

I think someone who is empowered to add new words to the dictionary should take off all their clothes and get on a table in front of a bunch of rednecks staring up at their ass and then release a humiliating shit and piss stream of water into a stinky garbage can in a public place while her Uncle’s sister smokes and laughs at her and then come up with the word that would accurately embody the feeling I was feeling.

I was red-faced from my head to my toes – and yet at the same time a peaceful feeling swept over me after the final little frippy-fart of juice squirted past my asshole and dripped into the garbage. I cannot explain why other than to say that despite the total and utter degradation of what I had just done – I had completely emptied my bowels and endorphins must have been firing a sense of satisfaction to my brain.

“It’s more like the color of mustard,” Skeeter observed sagely and the others agreed with him. I wished they weren’t painting a visual of what had just come out of my ass - it only served to heighten my shame.

I managed to get most of the dirty, brown water into the garbage. My stream of involuntary piss sprayed out and a few drops landed onto Daisy’s chest.

“Oh you little twat!” she insisted I had done that on purpose and gave me a litany of promises of the kind of hurting she was going to put on me for it.

“My sister doesn’t possess the accuracy to hit you with precision and with just that small amount of urine,” Conner spoke calmly as he defended me, “if she had wanted to hit you – isn’t it more likely she would have got everything on you and covered you?”

My brother’s logic was impeccable and I was suddenly wishing I had done that – if I was going to be punished anyway.

Daisy had nothing to say to that. She stuck the whip-cream nozzle she had been carrying back into my ass and let the white-cream fill my butt almost as if changing the subject.

“Okay where is the seven bucks,” she turned to Opie and asked him to come up and deposit his snot into my ass.

“You said six!” Opie groaned that she was cheating.

“So I did,” she grinned at him and accepted his crumpled up six ones. She folded them and put them between her tits inside her shirt. She threatened, “You don’t say shit to Ted or I will make your life even more of a hell!”

She told me to hold still and she’d let my brother hose me down. I am sure I had disgusting back-spray all down my thighs and back from the enema.

I felt the mean little freckle-faced kid’s dirty hands pawing on my ass and clumsily reaching up to my freshly-wet and creamed ass. I knew he was sticking something slimy and gross inside me. He deposited it a good inch up my asshole and my first thought was – how does this sticky, slimy thing ever come back out? But I realized it comes out like every sticky, slimy thing in my butt I guess. Opie gently rubbed his finger against my ass-cheeks as if cleaning it on my butt-cheeks.

“Thank you Sir,” I didn’t have to be playing a role as a rich-bitch to scrunch my nose and deliver my thank you as disingenuous as I was allowed to be.

Daisy took another hit off the whip-cream can and asked if anyone else wanted to play with me.

“You just put that nozzle in her ass and then put it in your mouth,” Opie pointed out to her mockingly, “Haw-Haw!”

She told him next time he’d have to pay double and the kid said he would just ask Ted next time before sitting back in his chair next to his grandfather.

“Fucks for fifty, Blowjobs for twenty, and hand-jobs for ten – she’ll do whatever you want – just talk to me and I’ll make it happen,” Daisy promised the V.I.P members they could have me however they wanted.

Having sex with men for money? I had sucked cocks but this was the first time it had been said out loud that I would have to fuck someone. How could they want to fuck me after they just saw what came out of my ass and pussy anyway? I did not and still don’t understand what turns men on because I think they definitely did.

Ted had joked many times how many guys Savannah and I bang, but I didn’t think he had any intention to make me a full-on prostitute. I know O.J. had expressly assured me that we’d tease but that we were going to do something other than the trailers filled with actual prostitutes on J-street and that felt like a line that Daisy wasn’t concerned with respecting – she would cross it for money. She also was clearly sticking away money for herself in between her boobs.

She had pushed me too far and I could feel the blood raging through me now - I had truly gone too far in agreeing to this and now I wanted out. I was going to get my suit on and tell Ted that Daisy was just too mean and if the others wanted to play that was fine – but I need to stop and now!

Ted had been making Crystal do jumping jacks outside with one of his ‘tub-o-fun’ dares and I saw she had two Pepsi-bottles filled with water attached to her nipples while she smiled completely topless in front of a much larger crowd of onlookers that were dispersing.

My Aunt had been in and out of her bikini all day – but more out than she had been in. I was surprised he let her wear bottoms and in a way – the tiny thong only seemed to emphasize the fact she was topless as her jugs shook up and down while she jumped.

He ordered her to get those bottles off and get her top back on and came in the tent to check on us.

My Aunt smiled at him as if she was happy to have them on or take them off either way and answered him with a crisp “Yes Sir”

Usually after lunch she was her most cranky and was begging for a smoke break, piss break or nap but not today!

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Ted insisted on an explanation and looked me up and down with disgust.

“You said they were full of shit and to make sure they take their bathroom break,” Daisy explained she was just letting the men get a look and making sure I flushed out all that high-quality Applebee’s food that had been wasted on me the other night. “Y’all didn’t even bring left-overs for my kids!” she directed that towards me as if I was in charge of feeding her kids or knew they would even be at our trailer.

“I said you could make her pee in her bowl I didn’t say you should do all of this!” Ted pointed to the garbage can. “That smells like shit now and did you guys like this?” Ted seemed concerned it didn’t have broad appeal.

“I thought it was right nice,” Skeeter was the first to comment and the rest of the V.I.P either had no opinion or agreed with him. The Wrestler yelled out “JOHN CENA!! You Can’t SEE ME!!!!” which seemed randomly timed with the rest of the guys answering a question and underscored his tenuous grasp on reality. He rarely got out of the chair and seldom commented on anything, except to make wrestling references.

“Get your fucking suit on before O.J. sees all of this,” he ordered Lloyd to come help my brother empty the trash into the dumpster. He then turned back to me and insisted I remove the black-rubber ring from around my boobs saying, “They look like they are getting swollen.”

I thought he was being nice until he told me that he thought they looked better that way “Bigger” and insisted I roll two black rubber bands around my nipples in their place. He also told me to get the butt plug back up my ass as quickly as I could after I got hosed down.

“Get your stinking ass off that platform and go wash up – make me some money, girl! You girls wasted enough of it – it’s time you stop laying on your ass all fucking day.”

I had to step out of the tent and get the garden hose and wash myself off – in plain sight of everyone not just the people inside the V.I.P tent.

“Just be thankful I don’t make you wear the bottom bitch plug like you are supposed too,” he said he preferred the thumb-one because it buzzed so he could call me and let it buzz slightly to illustrate.

I did as I was told and said “Thank you Sir, I guess that is nice of you.”

He brushed off my thanks and told Daisy he wanted to talk to her in private.

“There is nothing you can’t say in front of these people,” she challenged him and ignored Ted’s request.

Ted has always struck me as an ignorant asshole to be quite blunt but I was impressed he wanted to take his dispute with Daisy off the side away from customers.

“Fine,” Ted stroked his beard and told her he would have preferred to talk to her in private, but if this is the way she wanted it then so be it. “You know you are going to be searched at the end of the day – so if you are sticking away money, we are going to find out?”

“Bullshit,” she laughed at him. “You may be able to order your bitches to drop their tops but not this bitch!” she touched her sizable chest and said, “You, O.J., even S.S. can kiss my ass. I ain’t stealing and you know that, Ted! I would never do that to you – family means trust.”

“Yeah, I guess you are right,” Ted agreed. He told Catfish to paint “Enema shows are 20 dollars – V.I.P area only – 25 with souvenir Polaroid” on the V.I.P wall and told his sister to talk to him before adding any new “services”.

I didn’t even know they made those old instant cameras and film anymore, but then again – they had a stereo that could play 8-track tapes. Ted probably had found this camera in a closet of old junk some place and was making substantial money with it, even though people had cell-phone cameras. I think the idea they had something in their hand and could pose with us made it more valuable to the tricks.

Daisy rolled her eyes after Ted stalked off to make another deal and check on what was keeping Lloyd and Conner. My brother had let the radio play and commercials were playing over the loud-speaker chilling the party vibe.

I quickly escaped away from Daisy’s sight and danced over to Savannah to join her washing cars.

“Damn,” Savannah high-fived me when I got over to the suds bucket and familiar act of washing cars while wiggling my ass and smiling for customers – sweet titty cheesecake.

“You pissed right on that bitch!” she laughed, as if I had done it intentionally. I let her think what she wanted and told her I was going to get my revenge on her first!

Savannah seemed proud of me and offered her pinky. I didn’t know what she was doing and she said “Pinky-swear, bitch!” with a smile.

I embraced her pinky with my pinky and Savannah swore to me, “I’ll help you with that, Sis!” she grinned at me and waved at Daisy as if she was really happy to see her.

Then she said in a voice only I could hear about Ted’s sister “If it walks like an ass, talks like an ass, quacks like an ass, it’s an ass!”

“She is an ass, alright Sis,” I called her sister like she had called me. That was the first time she used such a friendly term with me; and it really brightened my day and made me smile.

“We are left foot and right foot, and I think it is time for a kicking!” Savannah promised.

I liked that.