Chapter Forty-Eight

What does frozen beer, burnt pizza and a pregnant girl have in common? They all involve an idiot who forgot to take it out in time.

Daisy led me around the DJ booth by my hand. There was something off putting about her when she was in charge – she had a very dominant and bitchy side but I felt very little respect for her authority over me.

She was too new to the team here. I had slowly begun to see Ted as an authority figure, even though at first he seemed like a joke as well, so I was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt – besides what choice did I have?

I made a mental note that I needed to get back to Conner and remind him that while I know he wasn’t going to tell mom and dad – I want to make sure he doesn’t tell his friends if and when we ever move back to Cherry Lawn. I am sure the temptation would be there to brag about how he got to boss his crazy sister around – but they will soon be in high school and once the rumor is out I will never live it down or even be able to explain why I spent a summer this way.

I would have to do that later because Daisy was taking me over to another ‘show’ that Ted had set up and I had the sneaking suspicion I was going to be one of the star attractions – and I wasn’t going to enjoy it. My asshole actually puckered from the nervousness of it.

We stopped in the field where Savannah and her mother had wrestled earlier. This was the spectacle that had drawn away the guys who had watched me kiss Tawny’s ass minutes ago.

Ted was whipping up the crowd and standing next to him was my Aunt in a diaper with her bulbous, sun-kissed, fake breasts exposed in front of everyone. She stood there obediently and passively. I started to wonder if perhaps she had taken a Zanex sleeping pill and that was why she didn’t have her normal sassy spit-fire personality.

“And here comes her challenger,” Ted saw me with Daisy and he grinned in my direction. He held out a white, adult-sized diaper and waved it around for everyone to see. “Who wants to see her in this!!!”

There was wild whooping from the throng of rednecks. There were about thirty grown men and teenagers and a dozen women. I would say most of the women weren’t there for the entertainment as much as it seemed they just enjoyed watching Crystal get humiliated. It seemed she had not made a lot of friends in her time at the Buckman because almost all of them had lost a boyfriend to her at one time or another from what I overheard.

There was however, some women who seemed to be there just to cheer us on and wanted to see us ‘Wrassle’. They were drinking beer in red solo cups and shouting as loud as any man. My Aunt was much tougher than me – what chance did I stand against her?

Daisy held my wrist in an iron grip as I stood on the side of the field wondering if they’d at least let me change into the diaper out of plain view or if it was going to matter anyway because I’d be topless and the thin plastic tape that latches the sides is all that would be holding it on anyway.

“C’mon up here and wrestle her!” Ted ordered and I as I started forward Daisy held me in place firmly.

“Take her instead!” she offered me up to Ted in her place. She was a naturally blunt and loud person – her voice carried well over the cheers. The Wrestler was whooping the loudest – he loved this kind of thing.

“That skinny rich-bitch? Crystal would eat her for a snack!” Ted yelled over the crowd and announced like a radio announcer advertising for one of those monster truck shows on the radio “Who wants to see ‘DAISY DUKES’ GAYLORD come up and Sumo wrestle in the Reddddd-neckk muddddpittsssssss!”

As soon as the crowd heard it was a member of the Gaylord family they began to grow more excited. Daisy was apparently quite a looker in the past and Ted reminded them that she was known as “Daisy Dukes!” because of her short-shorts.

“Nah,” Daisy jovially waved her hand and refused with a smile on her face as if flattered at the attention. “No one wants to see my big ass up there!”

It was obvious to me she was fishing for compliments and encouragement –and she got it. The dozens of people standing around were cat-calling and trying to get her to participate.

This was unexpected. I was still in Daisy’s clutches and my Aunt was standing there submissively with her tits out. Savannah was washing cars with her brother over by the DJ booth while the rest of us were putting on another spectacle that Catfish and Ted had devised.

“It’s a simple bet – you win and I give you my cut,” Ted explained to her without sharing with the rest of the audience.

“For just today or going forward?” Daisy shrewdly fired back her question.

“Going forward,” Ted offered spryly.

“Plus I get Conner’s 5%?” Daisy was in negotiation mode – she was interested but skeptical.

Ted agreed and hurried her to agree to the bet. He could see a lull in the crowd as they started to lose interest and he assured them Crystal would be wrestling soon “Jiga-Butt here is ready to tear things up – shake them big old titties for the crowd!!”

My Aunt obeyed without hesitation or the slightest bit of regard for her own pride. She gyrated and did a little dance that made her tits bounce up and down in time with her ass cheeks clapping.

“What happens if I lose?” Daisy said in a more hushed tone so that only the three of us could hear her.

“You won’t lose though!” Ted assured her. He smiled and could see his sister didn’t buy that for a second. “Fine – we will make it interesting. We have to tell everyone something is on the line or they won’t buy it anyway. The 15% cut is in addition to that – that’s between you and me.”

Daisy nodded and waited for him to tell her the stakes. Ted waved his arms around indicating that the match would begin soon.

“You win and Crystal belongs to you until midnight – any money she makes for the rest of the day goes straight to you – and she’ll be your little bitch and do whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want huh?” dollar signs were flashing in Daisy’s eyes as she thought about the possibilities of what she could do with that. Ted clarified that she could do anything that wouldn’t permanently hurt her or get her arrested.

“That fucking bitch will rue the day she ever made fun of my man,” Daisy seemed pretty happy with those stakes. “She thinks she is tough and can handle anything – she’ll clean that shitty bathroom in your trailer with her tongue tonight after she is done here!” she promised.

Ted nodded and smiled, “It will do her some good – your time – you can do with it what you want.”

Daisy nodded and I could almost see the wheels start to turn that she was thinking about ways to make money with my Aunt instead. “What do I have to do if I lose though?” Daisy was still on the fence and she knew her brother was notoriously full of shit – so she was still playing her cards close to the vest.

“If you lose then you whip off those shorts and put on a bikini and join the girls washing cars,” Ted answered her as if this was the most logical and obvious answer anyone could have and that it needed no further clarification.

“Oh fuck no,” Daisy chuckled at him. “I don’t want these assholes smacking me and taking pictures on their cell phones – besides I don’t want to come marching home naked where Bill can see.”

She made no mention she was worried her kids would find out what she was doing. I thought that was an interesting omission.

“Meth-head Bill doesn’t give two shits and you’ll make even more money as one of the girls!”

“How much more money?” Bill had Tammy’s interest now as she perked up, but added, “And don’t call him Meth-Head Bill –it’s just Bill”.

Ted didn’t answer her about what he would call Bill. I was positive he hated being told what to do – especially by his sister. He ran the show here and his confidence had only added to his swagger and bluster. “You’ll get the 15% plus Cuntarina here,” Ted looked in my direction and asked me, “What are you making as bottom bitch?”

“Ten percent sir,” I answered while the crowd started to boo the late start time of the match. Crystal was doing her best to entertain the crowd by shimmying around, but they were quickly turning on her and throwing empty red solo cups and trash at her.

Clearly Ted had started this event too early and hadn’t worked out the details. He was our ring master and master of ceremonies – but he had something to learn about presentation.

“You can do with 5% can’t you?” He offered up another 5% of MY money – my families money!

“No sir!” I protested with a pout, “I started this to make money so we can move!”

He smiled and looked at his shoes while shaking his head, “You have a valid point shit lips.” He looked back up and offered ME as the stakes to the bet instead of the five percent. “I can’t make her give up her earnings, but if you win then she belongs to you. The bottom bitch answers to you and follows you around like a puppy.”

Ted looked over at me, “You don’t mind kissing my sister’s ass 24/7 and waiting on her hand and foot, do you fart-face?” as he calmly just offered me up as part of the stakes in his twisted games.

What could I really say? The decision was already made and if she accepted the bet I wouldn’t really be able to say boo about it. We already agreed that bottom bitch was the one who had the shittiest-jobs among all the people who do the shit jobs. I went with the first response that popped in my head and added a bit of snark, “If I say I do, will it matter Sir?”

He chuckled and shook his head that it absolutely did not.

In truth, I was mustering up some of my cousin’s swagger and false bravado but inside the idea of being Daisy’s personal little bitch-girl filled me with dread. She had already increased the disgusting and perverted aspects of what we were doing the few times today she directly interacted with me – what would happen when I was her assistant the entire time?

I wanted to say that Daisy was lining her pockets with money that was supposed to be shared – but I was afraid to confront her. All she had to do was say she was hanging on to it until the end of the day and I would look like I was just trying to get out of doing my part. I didn’t trust her – but then I didn’t trust Ted all that much either.

“Well as tempting as having a snotty, little 100 pound teenage brat to do my dirty work I already can boss her around now – so I don’t think so.” Daisy laughed off the bet. She had a sweet deal doing nothing and bossing people around. She wasn’t about to show her ass and play Ted’s game. She obviously didn’t trust Ted all that much herself.

“C’mon Daisy,” Ted made a last ditch effort to sell her on the idea “We can make a lot of money on this from bets. You saw how easily Savannah whupped her ass.”

“Yes – and I was surprised that spry little fucker was able to put her momma down, but no – take this twat instead.” Daisy pushed me forward into the center of the field.

“She won’t do it guys!!” Ted turned to the crowd “Daisy must have masturbated too hard last night hard and her pussy lips are chapped, gang!!”

Tammy kicked her brother in the shins but Ted continued unabated with his selling the contest of skill. “I was saving her for a Pinyata later today but who wants to see my rich-bitch niece get her ass entirely kicked by Crystal AKA Jigga-BUTT!!!”

My Aunt jumped up and down like the reigning champion and raised her fists like a prize-fighter while the crowd refocused their attention.

“Get your sumo costume on,” he slapped the diaper into the flat of my stomach.

“Right here sir?” I raised my eyebrows curiously.

“No,” Ted shouted loud enough “I want you to drive to Panama City and change there you stupid rich-bitch! Jeezus these Cherry-Lawn Estate sluts sure are stupid aren’t they?” Ted had everyone laughing at me while getting them riled up.

I removed my top first.

“If it was a battle of the titties – I know who I would bet on!” Ted made us stand side by side and compared my little peach-shaped boobies with my Aunt’s ripe cantaloupe tits. Her nipples were rock hard and reminded me of the propellers on a B-27 bomber.

This was the point when Catfish went into action and started taking bets.

“I will give 2 to 1 odds – that means for every dollar you bet I will give you 2 dollars if this little twat can pin her Aunt – who wants some of THAT action?”

I was shimmying out of my bottoms and stepping out of them in the dirty wet brown-clay mud in the center of the field. A garden hose was running to slick up the area we’d be wrestling in.

“Drop your fucking suit and get your sumo costume on!” Ted thwapped my ass with a wooden paddle he was carrying around as if I was purposely exposing myself and moving slowly on purpose.

I had no choice but to let my swimsuit fall into the mud and quickly apply the diaper between my legs. It had ‘My Little Pony’ motif and pink stars in a little band along the side – these were for a big child. They weren’t actually licensed from the children’s television show – they were a knock off brand ‘My Lil’ Pony’- the tape felt so loose I could already feel them coming off.

“My little VIRGIN niece is embarrassed everybody,” Ted mocked the shame on my face as I strapped a diaper on for the second time in a week. “She ran around the pool the other night when she snuck out to get drunk and meet boys in a diaper because we had taken all the other clothes she had – now she acts like she is really worried you guys will see what she has between her legs, haw-haw!” Ted smacked my bottom again.

“You worried these fine people will think you are a nasty slut or something, Juicy Lucy?” Ted called me by the nickname he gave me from our race.

That jogged my memory – we had agreed we would throw these contests and he would tell us who was supposed to win. Ted must have forgot – but who was I kidding? I was going to get demolished within thirty seconds once this fight began.

“No sir,” I answered him.

Ted had a small bullhorn with him. He held it right in my face and honked it – which startled me and made the crowd laugh. “We can’t hear you!” he said through the bullhorn before turning it around so I could talk into it.

“Tell the people if you think it’s not fair that they see your little titties.”

He had put me on the spot and I didn’t have anything prepared to say. I was so confused lately between what was real and what was play-acting I had to wing my response off-the-cuff.

“Frankly,” I began with an affected spoiled, princess valley-girl accent that I hadn’t used before. I stuttered for a moment as I scanned the crowd. They seemed like a blur of faces all grinning at my humiliation – and suddenly it didn’t feel like play-acting anymore. They really seemed to hate me and everything I stand for.

Ted took the bullhorn back for a moment and pointed it right in my face while adding, “Normally you never shut up talking about diamonds and what everyone can do for you, princess. If you are nervous – I am told you should picture the audience naked. I am sure they are doing the same to you!!” Ted held his fingers up and waved for cheers and yowls from the crowd.

I took the bullhorn back and said, “You dumb hillbilly rednecks have your fun. I am only on punishment until the end of the weekend. Then you will never see THESE,” I stuck my chest out, “Perky, fresh, teenage titties again! So get a good look!! Take a picture it will last longer you motherfuckers!”

My voice is squeaky like a mouse but right then I felt like Savannah as I delivered the crudest word in my vocabulary for the first time ever out loud – motherfuckers.

They booed me like I was the villain I was pretending to be. The Wrestler was beside himself with joy over the faked drama like I was his idol Undertaker and Iron Sheik all rolled into one sexy, but snotty teenage girl.

“Tell you what I am going to do! The match is going to begin here in a minute and I want to give you guys a chance to place your bets and size up the contestants.” Ted ordered us to drop and give him twenty push-ups and insisted we put our tits and nose in the mud, “Go all the way down – you like going down don’t you?” he chuckled.

My Aunt promptly dropped into the mud and wasted no time knocking out her push-ups. This was the same Aunt Crystal who used to get out of breath when we jogged or did physical activity. She was already counting out four before I managed my first push-up.

Ted pushed my head into the mud so that my nose was dipped in the wet-gravy-like dirt we were standing in for a wrestling match. “You are a brown-noser anyway – c’mon slow poke!” he pulled my hair and lifted my head up so everyone could see me.

“If you bet 100 dollars or more – I want you to walk away a winner no matter what. We need the money to keep the lights on because these bitches spent all our money- so we will do whatever it takes,” Ted announced while I tried in vain to keep up with my Aunt’s pace for push-ups.

“If you bet 100 dollars or more – you’ll get a green chip – the loser is going to the men’s bathroom right after she is hosed down and she’ll suck your cock. How do you like that? These two cock suckers will be competing for the right to not suck a lot of dicks at the end of the match!!!”

This sent the crowd over the edge. I had seen roman gladiator movies before. I knew that over time – what would seem like barbaric spectacles can sometimes seem like entertainment if enough people are watching.

They would literally watch people fight to the death with animals and other men and cheer it as if it were sport. I think normal people might have been shocked, offended and even walked away at the idea girls were going to fight for their amusement and then the loser had to suck off a bunch of cocks.

These weren’t normal people – these were Buckman people. They had been drinking in the afternoon sun and were being incited to see this spectacle as entertainment, in part because everyone else in the audience was cheering. I think it they stopped to think about it – they might have felt sorry for me!

Then again I had just called them all hillbillies and motherfuckers.

It started to dawn on me – I stood zero chance against my Aunt and after Ted had offered me as a personal slave to Daisy – I realized he really didn’t care too much that I was going to lose. I had sexual dreams that were probably much tamer than what I imagined it was going to be like once I lost – a line of men with their cocks in their hand waiting for me to finish the guy in front of them?

Ted was truly going to whore me out – and now that he promised this – could I even refuse? My stomach was in knots. I thought the tightness and knots from embarrassment in my stomach were bad when I had to kiss Tawny’s ass in front of everyone – this was so much worse that the gravity of what was at stake – had not even hit me yet!

How many men had 100 dollars to bet? Why would they put money on me? I was bound to lose to my Aunt.

Catfish and Ted gave everyone a final warning the match was about to begin. “I want you two girls to hug each other and wrap your arms around each other tightly – show how close you are.” Ted hinted that we were lovers and made us play the part.

My Aunt Crystal wrapped me in a warm hug as tightly as she could without so much as a peep of protest. This was my chance to ask her why she was behaving so differently but I didn’t get a chance because Ted blasted the bullhorn in my ear “You two having fun playing with each other? Don’t get to cozy!! Listen up dumb sluts – the rules are simple in redneck mudpit – there are NO RULES!!”

He let that linger for dramatic effect “The only rule,” Ted quickly stipulated a rule after just saying there were no rules “No one else can help you and the first girl to feed her opponent’s diaper to her – wins!!”

That was two rules – I think Ted knew that and just liked to sound ignorant at times. He was grinning like a ninny as he held up two fingers to count them off.

“Who here has money on my niece, the rich-bitch – lusty, Juicy Lucy, the stuck up princess from Cherry Lawn Estates?” Ted asked the crowd to clap and cheer their support for me. The sound of boos and groans was not a vote of confidence.

My Aunt kissed me softly on the lips playfully while we hugged. I may have been wrong but there was a playful mischievous look on her face – it was different than her usual devil-may-care wicked grin when she believes she has the upper hand.

“And who here thinks Jigga-Butt is going to pound this little pussy into the mud and make her eat that diaper she is wearing??” Ted didn’t even get to finish the question before the support came rolling in.

Crystal did have her detractors – April and her daughter was cat-calling from the front row. “Look how low Crystal has sunk – cheap attention whore.”

My Aunt didn’t even look over her shoulder – she clearly heard them mocking her but she ignored them.

Then I heard a woman who shared Crystal’s sultry whiskey voice speak and she said “Well god damned, I wouldn’t have believed it if I had not seen it with my own two eyes – you got those fake titties out, today.”

It wasn’t even particularly mean or hurtful, but my Aunt shuddered and bit her lip. I could see the women out of the corner of my eye. Her skin was so tan it was almost leathery and she had feathered auburn hair that reminded me of Farrah Fawcett. She looked an awful lot like my Aunt only slightly older.

Ted had closed out all the bets and officially started the match almost 10 seconds earlier. My Aunt seemed stunned by Joleen’s presence and I was too nervous to do anything at all.

She seized on the opportunity to push me down into the mud ass-first. “Splush!” the dripping dark mud splattered like Hershey’s chocolate syrup all down my back and legs.

Crystal leapt upon me and I knew the match was going to be over in moments. I didn’t even struggle at this point – I was defeated and scared. The crowd was cheering my imminent defeat.

If Ted had let people place money on Crystal – we’d be really short of cash as well! I was going to cost the family a great deal of money and that filled me with a second-wind. I kneed my Aunt between the legs as hard as I could.

She groaned and rolled off of me – I didn’t’ think I had hit her hard enough to really hurt her that bad. I didn’t have to think about it – I rolled with her and began to wrestle with her in the mud.

The crowd took up my Aunt’s cause and began to cheer for her.

I saw a slight smile spread across Crystal’s lips as she lifted one leg and planted one foot on my belly – then she grabbed my left hand and lifted me in the air to kick me backwards.

As she did, she used my momentum to pull herself up and somersaulted face first into the mud pulling me down on top of her. I had done nothing and she had put herself in the most vulnerable position belly first with my knee on her back. She began to squee like a stuck pig and wriggle. I think she even unsealed one of the pieces of tape on her own diaper.

She was throwing the match and just as I realized it – she flipped herself back on top of me – pinning my shoulders and holding me down with her knees as she squatted over my chest. Half of her diaper was already hanging off.

Her hair, her face, her tits, her entire body really was covered in wet mud and I am sure so was mine. She fake clawed at me and for REAL pulled my hair as I struggled.

I was completely ineffective as a wrestler – she was toying with me. I thought she was throwing the match but she must have had a change of heart because she pressed her advantage and reached her hands down behind her back to un-tape my diaper and finish this.

I laid there to accept my fate. I was already imagining all the cocks I’d have to suck and where this was all going to lead - this had gone from teasing and playfully washing cars to a really intensely sexual experience.

I was wet and my nipples were hard as my heart raced with excitement and adrenalin.

My Aunt took my left hand as she removed my diaper with her other hand and then fell backwards. As she did she dropped my diaper into the mud exposing my naked ass directly to the crowd as she draped me over her muddy chest. I felt like a rag doll but once again she had given me the upper hand even if she had stripped me.

The crowd was laughing at my nakedness and sploshing around – but there were boos as well because Crystal allowed me to straddle her so that my knees held her arms down and I could hold her prone.

“Don’t make love to her,” Ted shouted over the bullhorn “Let’s see you wrestle! Stink-britches!”

I reached down and pinched my Aunt’s nipples as hard as I could. I didn’t know what else to do – I was so caught up in the moment. The crowd really seemed to like that and Crystal looked genuinely shocked and offended. Her response was to flip me over with ease even though I thought I had her pinned with my knees.

She landed on top of me and I could feel her diaper slip off as her naked body pressed against mine – I felt her belly-button piercing dangling on my tummy. She pinched my nipples and twisted hard. I moaned and I don’t think it was a sound of pain – it was the sound of an uncontrollable orgasm.

The crowd didn’t seem to notice but I was turning red now. I couldn’t see – I was out of breath and panicking. I was completely over-stimulated and I could feel my juices flowing down my leg.

My Aunt had thoroughly dominated me and the feeling of helplessness and vulnerability was strangely arousing – in ways I couldn’t understand or process.

She rolled over onto her back and took me with her – putting me once again on top of her. This time her diaper had found its way into my hand.

“No, please!!” Crystal turned to the side like a baby trying to avoid it’s mid-afternoon feeding of repugnant babyfood.

“Open up!!” there was no longer any niggling doubt that she had thrown the match and wanted me to press my advantage. She must have just been trying to make it look close. She wouldn’t open for me though and in frustration I slammed my fist into her solarplexis as hard as I could.

I didn’t really mean to, but the end result was she gasped for air and when her mouth flung open I shoved the diaper into it. Then I jumped up and put my hands over my head like a champion to a throng of redneck onlookers – more than half of whom had just lost a sizable amount of money on my victory.

They were not happy.

Full cups of beer were sloshed in my direction and even a lit cigarette.

I was jumping up and down – completely naked, covered in mud from head to toe and yet feeling like a champion, but the crowd booed me and began to dissipate slightly.

I reached down and helped my Aunt back up off the ground. “Thank you, Ma’am” I whispered. She had been Ma’am long before Daisy or anyone else was Sir – and right then I was amazed and grateful she had let me win.

“Don’t thank me,” Crystal had only the slightest hint of her impish smile as she acted like she had no idea what I was talking about. “You won fair and square,” she reached out to shake my hand.

I was skeptical – the old Crystal would have pulled me back into the mud face-first. She pulled me close and gave me a kiss on the forehead – without concern for all the mud there. “Let’s get washed up and see how many cocks I need to suck,” she whispered.

I didn’t find out how many.

Ted had fun kinking the hose and making us bend over while he washed us down and my Aunt disappeared for over an hour without complaint. I was told we made over 1700 dollars on that competition alone – and that thrilled me even; though I discovered new bruises in places I had never had bruises before and it took over twenty minutes for my nipples to stop being fully aroused.

Later that day, Savannah told me she thought her mom had thrown the fight as well – but she was too stuck on herself to admit she wasn’t able to kick her mom’s ass fair and square.

I teased her that she’d have to come at me some time and we’ll see who the real champion is.

“Shit – you’ll pinch my nipples off – you a crazy Ho’!” Savannah quipped at me with a smile.

My cousin’s impish comments didn’t offend me the way they might have before I arrived here. I smiled right back “Damn right, rich bitches do it right!” I winked at my cousin and gave her a playful high five.

“Damn skippy,” she nodded and winked back. We had developed a shared camaraderie and it was moments like that – which made it more than tolerable.

It was actually kind of rewarding to be accepted by her – to be seen as someone who could ‘hang’ with how she rolls.

“Don’t get all lovey dovey and try to make out with me, you bitch” I chuckled at her and she gave me a nodding approval that told me I had just gained a measure of respect from her.