Chapter Fifty Seven

Don’t feed me rainbows and give me unicorn poop

"Men's courage is shown in commanding and women's in obeying."

~ Aristotle: The Politics, Book I

“Well, you aren’t a chicken after all,” Ted said as he welcomed Savannah back with wry sarcasm. “I hope you are ready to be my little piggy.”

“Oink, oink, motherfucker!” Savannah might have been punished for that but she knew how to ride the fine line of snarky joking that Ted would tolerate. I don’t think I would have dared to be that flippant with Ted while standing there naked in handcuffs with a puffy-sore pussy, but it was almost expected from my cousin.

Ted told Conner to uncuff all of us and told us to get down on the ground to prepare for our attitude adjustment. “You will learn a little respect tonight – but don’t worry,” Ted could be snarky in his own sadistic way, “this will hurt you a whole lot worse than it will hurt me.” He laughed.

Current Split: Savannah gains back 5% in renegotiation.

10% Odd-Job’s cut

10% Ted’s cut

20% Crystal’s Cut–Top Bitch

15% Savannah’s Cut –Bottom Bitch

10% My Cut – Bottom Bitch

20% Lloyd’s Cut

5% Conner’s Cut

5% Daisy’s Cut

5% Catfish’s Cut

They had tried shaming her into keeping her word. They had tried threatening her with a visit to Joleen and the detention center, which sounded absolutely horrible if it was worse than this.

They had told her that we were all making sacrifices, including her brother, to keep this ruse going. Ryan had apologized. Her mom finally convinced her to accept punishment; and she decided to continue when she asked for, and received, 5 additional percent of the cut.

I think in truth Savannah just needed to explode and let her anger and rage out after it had simmered for so long. She was probably still very angry at Billy for running off afterwards; and Ryan offering to face the music with us – probably only made her see that more clearly.

“They were never going to let me get far,” Savannah whispered to me in confidence. We were on one hand and knees under the bright lights of Odd-Jobs’ truck, with our other hand and fingers between each other’s asses.

Ted had placed an industrial size tub of lotion that was marked in plan lettering “Anal Lube” right next to us. It felt like Jergen’s lotion and we had it all over our hands massaging it in between our ass cheeks.

“Don’t waste a lot on the outside. Get up in there real good – or you will be sorry – let’s hurry it up.”

The crowd didn’t seem to be in any rush. They were happily watching two girls fingering each other’s asses playing and getting goop up there. Savannah was less gentle than I was being, as she packed my backside with goop.

Her asshole was red and puffy – the product of being fucked by Billy’s dick earlier. It was still cute and seemed to wink at me as I lubed it up. “I should have made you suck out the cum that Billy Riggins put back there – you like kissing ass don’t you Ellen?”

“Yes my King,” I said with a hint of mocking reverence and looked at Savannah to imply a smarmy smile.

We both seemed to have a bit of excitement and dread about the challenge that lay before us. The dread should be obvious as to how painful and humiliating it was to sit on a baseball bat in front of a crowd of handsome strangers, but the excitement I can’t really explain to you if you weren’t there. Suffice to say, Savannah’s outburst had reset emotions and given us a second wind. I wanted to get this ordeal over with – and I was already set on completing it.

It was an inevitable reality that I would be impaling my ass on a baseball bat – one that may have been up Angel’s ass, and that fact seemed to thrill her as she watched us prepare with all her attention. She feigned disgust and scrunched her nose at how gross and disgusting we were – but I knew she was turned on by the idea; and strangely that added to the secret wave of excitement to show her I could do it and not cry or freak out.

“Get some all over the bat,” Ted asked if anyone wanted to jerk off in the anal lube or get their cocks sucked – he’d consider it for the right price, “They are whores after all.” Ted smiled as he offered our mouths to these total strangers.

There were surprisingly no takers. These weren’t the pot-bellied, slack jawed middle aged men at the pool. These were handsome, square jawed 19 year old jocks that had girlfriends there at the party.

“I guess even these guys don’t want what you got,” Ted played it off like it was expected and even laughed like there was a joke. I had seen Ted in action enough to know that his ego could be bruised easily if the crowd didn’t eat out of his hand and respond the way he wanted and I saw that in how he tried to save face. I don’t think anyone else observes the same way I do.

“Crystal,” Ted took out his anger on my Aunt, “Get down on your hands and knees and follow me like the little doggy you are.”

My Aunt dutifully obeyed and wagged her tail and panted like a dog. Her beautiful hair flowing down her back like a matted wild mane, and her ass wiggling completely exposed with a rubber tail firmly planted between the cheeks in the most obscene way.

“Let me hear you oink! Piggy!” he commanded, and my Aunt snorted with a giggle like a big pig as if she was born to it.

“If she is a dog – why would you have her oink?” Conner questioned.

Ted told him, “She isn’t a REAL dog,” and directed him to watch us, “You like asshole stuff – you want to jerk off in the anal lube? You can get off on watching their burpy, loose little buttholes get stretched even further ALL fucking night!”

“ALL night?!” Savannah sounded surprised and angry but quickly calmed down and added playfully, “Well ALRIGHT,” with a mock enthusiasm.

Conner was looking at Angel and playing a dangerous game because Derek might notice at any moment. “I am good,” he answered saying he’d rather not.

“You don’t think the ladies would like to see your package?” Ted said. “C’mon stud. Don’t you remember when you were standing in the kitchen with a washcloth over your boner?”

Conner didn’t rise to Ted’s bullying but just ignored him.

Ted unzipped his own pants and put his cock right next to Savannah’s face “I can’t fuck you – but I am allowed to put my cock right up your face – right? Is that okay Miss Savannah?”

Ted had a fat, stubby cock that resembled the frame of his squat body and head.

Savannah said nothing so Ted upped the ante and put his cock on the top of my cousin’s beautiful blonde hair, “I asked you a question – is this allowed?” Ted mockingly asked if he should have Conner write it down in the rule notebook.

“If you feel you must, Sir,” Savannah patiently continued reaming my asshole now getting three fingers up my ass very easily. We both knew the bat was going to require all five fingers before we were ready for it.

“Wrong answer, slut,” Ted let his cock flap out and rest on her head. He was about to explain when he looked up and saw that many of the guys were unhappy that he had his dick out. He zipped it back up without another word about it and added, “"I hope you sweet little bitches emptied all the shit out of your turd-pumpers before this because you will have them going so far up your ass that a fart is going to have to escape out of your mouth if it wants to get out!"

There was a silent moment where he looked at me and I wondered if he suspected I knew how small easily his ego could be hurt when he wasn’t given the approval of other guys.

He lashed out at us – to suffer when he was feeling unappreciated or stupid – that much felt obvious to me.

“Since everyone at the party is a cheap-skate and wants a little free entertainment I think I will just let Ryan have the privilege of helping his date sit on her bat – you can handle that can’t you, Ryan?”

“That’s really cruel,” Ryan observed, but Ted just ignored him. Ryan was obviously sympathetic to our torment and felt like Ted was just rubbing his failure to keep us in line in his face – which he probably was.

“Billy left a little early,” Ted noted, “so I still need someone to help my wayward step-daughter to her learn her lesson in discipline and humility – who should I pick?”

There were no takers from the audience, who had by now become very accustomed to us being completely naked at their party. “It looks like you aren’t that popular – I guess it’s Daddy’s choice tonight, sweet-heart,” Ted implied he would drive the bat up her ass.

“I’ll do it,” Conner volunteered expectantly.

Savannah looked over her shoulder and actually smiled at him for having the audacity to say that to Ted.

“No,” Ted rejected my brother’s offer and said, “I had better do this – you need some good upper body strength to help hold it straight.” Ted flexed his chest muscles –what little he had, but pretended he wasn’t aware he was.

“I can just do it myself,” Savannah said. “Don’t trouble neither one of y’all.”

“Don’t push it Savannah,” Ted told her she could choose, “Conner, your mom, Odd-Jobs or me.”

“Hey what about me,” Derek was sitting in the shadows with his girlfriend. He was no doubt blissfully unaware of what she might be thinking, because it was obvious he seldom talked to her – but the sight of us preparing for this punishment was also turning the sadistic bastard on and giving him wicked ideas, “They are my bats.”

“Right you are,” Ted smiled when Derek spoke. Derek was something of a local baseball star for the Predators at Brigadier High. The locals weren’t much for going to college – but they took high school sports very seriously.

“Derek,” my cousin was promptly given a kick to her bare ass by Ted before she remembered to address him as, “Derek Sir.”

“What?” Derek was a fellow of very few words. He reminded me of a cro-magnon caveman, the way he furled his brow and scratched himself; even though he walked perfectly upright and had prehensile thumbs.

“If I pick you, are you going to ram it up my ass or are you going to help me center it and slide it into my fudge factory?” Savannah could make everything sound so vulgar and crass and at the same time – kind of humorous. I giggled as I slide a forth finger into her ass and lubed her.

I don’t think Derek’s strong suit is ‘thinking’ or ‘talking’. I was smiling at Savannah’s backside because I think she was giving him the opportunity to make her ride the bat, not because she wanted to but because she realized what a bitch Angel was being and wanted to take her man from him.

I didn’t have a clear view of Angel, but I imagined at this point she was rubbing his knee and trying to passively implore him to sit with her and watch.

“I’ll wedge it in there – will hurt a little but I do it to Angel all the time,” Derek grunted his response in short syllables. She had only told me he did it once, so one of them was lying, but it didn’t matter.

“Conner,” she cleared her throat and added quickly, “Conner sir, I know you like assholes.” She asked him if he would mind if Derek helped her.

“Am I going to get jealous?” Conner asked with a chuckle, “I think I can handle it. Derek – do you mind if I keep your lady company while you do the honors?” the clever little devil asked the boyfriend of the girl he liked to let him sit next to her while he torments someone else’s body in front of her.

“I guess not,” Derek didn’t see my little brother as a threat – why would he? He probably thought it was completely harmless my brother talking to her at the pool as well. It saved Derek the time and trouble to listen to her constant worry and whining. A guy like Derek would assume only handsome and strong guys stood a chance with Angel. She was tall, pretty and, even though she was pregnant, looked like the clean-cut All-American Apple-Pie girl next door.

She reminded me of Jamie Taylor, the cheerleader from Cherry Lawn; except Jamie was a whole lot more book smart. I only knew the older cheer-leader because she was in my honor’s book club and kind of a goody-two shoes like me.

Derek marched over to where we were squirming in the dirt and asked if she was done. She was still clearly masturbating cream into my asshole while I did the same to her.

“No sir,” Savannah quipped, “I think I lost my car keys down in here – just give me a second to fish around for them.”

The joke was lost on Derek, but almost everyone who was paying attention laughed – especially Odd-Jobs.

Daisy was talking to some of the guys at the party and drinking and her kids were running around rough-shod through the party being a nuisance and underfoot. Meth-Head Bill was standing around like a zombie with no direction, but Conner and my Aunt were dutifully waiting for us to finish preparing for our punishment.

“You have 30 seconds,” Ted looked at an imaginary watch on his wrist to hurry us along – which we did eagerly.

“Thank you by the way for coming back,” I whispered to her.

“I didn’t come back for you,” she whispered back with a sour expression.

“I know – you did it for the extra five percent cut,” I smiled. I knew that was a lie, but I wasn’t sure what was going on in Savannah’s head and now that we were under scrutiny wasn’t time to have that conversation. I finished getting all five fingers in her ass about the same time she did me.

Daisy was walking back to pay attention to what was happening with us and began a chanting countdown. She talked loud normally and when she wanted to bellow she could be heard across the entire party. “10..9..8..” she counted down but failed to get anyone to chant along with her so stopped around five with a “Fuck y’all then.”

Ted had us start out by standing up and bending over, “Pull your ass cheeks apart real wide girls,” Ted told us to pretend we were flashing truckers as if that was something we did all the time, “It’s the full moon!”

I had already shown every intimate part of my body to everyone, but I realized that my asshole was now gaping open and I could feel warm air escape with a whispered ‘pufta’ sound from my backdoor –freshly humiliating me in a new way.

“You sluts have five minutes to wiggle, jiggle, and work the bat up your asses,” Ted explained the rules loud enough that the party-goers knew some new development was starting and began to mill around the front of the truck where we remained under bright light.

“You fail to get this much of the bat,” Ted choked up six inches of the bat handle and marked it off with marker. The handle was still very thick and the most intimidating was the flat round nub at the base. I hoped they were kidding about trying to slide this up our asses – but I knew they were most definitely not.

It didn’t even seem possible – looking at the thick handled bat it would fit up there – or even in my pussy for that matter.

Derek looked like he would protest but said nothing about defacing his steel-grey aluminum bat destined for my fart-hole. “...solidly in place in that time, then I will do it for you – and neither of you will like that.”

“Any reward for the girl who can do it the fastest?” Savannah demonstrated her fractious wit by looking for positive reinforcement after Ted told us what happens only if we fail to comply. Ted rubbed his chin and asked, “The girl who loses gives 5% of her earnings to the other girl?”

“Earnings?” Derek stood there dumbfounded as he asked the question.

“The girls have to earn some money to pay back all the money they wasted and spent when they should have paid bills. They get a portion of everything we earn applied to their outstanding debt,” Bill baffled Derek with a bullshit answer.

It sounded legitimate enough that Derek could only nod an ‘ok’ in response and was partially true – except we were free to spend our money how we wanted.

Savannah asked me if I was game. I was hesitant to say yes because I was already at 10% and the bottom rung – and I knew how competitive Savannah could be.

“Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Chicken!” Savannah teased me.

“Fine slut,” I told her, “you are on.”. I wish I had consulted Ryan first because when I looked over my shoulder at him with my lips pursed into a smile I could see he looked pale as a ghost while holding the bat low.

The bat had the word “EASTON” imprinted on the black rubberized wide end. He looked sad – like he pitied me. I didn’t need his sympathy right now – I had just agreed to possibly lose half of my future earnings in the next five minutes.

“Sir,” I tried to wake him from his thoughts, “Don’t hold back – go ahead and give it to me – just slow and steady. It’s already good and greased up. I just need you to keep it steady, okay?”

Ryan nodded, but I thought he might just cry. He had never really participated in my punishments and I could tell he didn’t want to this time either. The part he didn’t understand was that, like Savannah, I was free to walk away. I am sure there would be consequences for that, and I didn’t like the sound of any of those, but I only had two days left and I had come this far. I had my asshole greased very well and I was no stranger to having things up my ass – although this would be by far the biggest thing I had ever put up there – I was as ready as I could be.

“On your marks,” Ted told the guys to put the base of the bottom of the bats to our assholes. The cold metal against my creamy ass gave me goosebumps all over. Savannah and I had both ‘accidentally’ slipped some of that cream on our still recovering pussies from the earlier rope-walking exercise, but it had done little to make it seem less sore and exposed.

“Get set,” Ted added some drama and suspense to our punishment – it was all for show. He was drawing the crowd back over to us. I would imagine it was not even midnight and the crowd was good and drunk – and horny at this point.

I was suddenly aware I had no dinner – only alcohol, and that my stomach was growling. A tiny fart appeared on my asshole while I held it wide, but no one could hear it over the sound of laughter and Ted – I was thankful for that.

Cell phones came out and began snapping and filming as Ted told us to say, “Hello YouTube.”

“Hello YouTube,” we said in unison by accident as we looked up at the crowd – and that made them titter and guffaw.

“GO!” Ted wasted no more time counting us off. My brother had a new phone he must have just purchased – and he was using it to time our punishment. He was now something of Ted’s personal squire and assistant and the role seemed to suit him perfectly.

Derek jammed the rod in his hand hard up Savannah’s ass and she moaned a loud Yowl as she lurched forward and howled like a stuck pig.

Ryan on the other hand was merely holding it steady and letting me do all the work. I looked over my shoulder and asked him to move it slowly so that I could pop the rim of the baseball bat inside my asshole. “Once I get my anus around that – it should be a lot easier.”

He smiled wistfully at me and knotted his brow – in disbelief that I could be so vulgar and clinical about things no doubt. I had very little choice, but to be realistic about what I had to do – and play to win against my cousin.

“I should have them kick you cunts IN the cunt,” Ted laughed as he observed us squirm and work our asses on the task at hand.

If you have ever tried to put toothpaste back INTO the tube – that is kind of how this felt, except a whole lot more painful, public, and humiliating. It starts to dawn on you that you are driving the cold aluminum of this bat into your deepest nether regions and trying to fit a half-dollar sized rim into a quarter-sized hole by wiggling back and forth on it.

“Mrrmmmrrppph,” Savannah grunted as she pulled her cheeks apart further to let Derek drive the pipe into her ass. “Go ahead – might as well,” she sounded brave, but I knew she was feeling the impossible force of the aluminum wall just like I was.

“Get those pressed hams in gear, ladies,” Ted laughed. “Conner – how much time is left?”

“Four minutes and thirty two seconds,” my brother answered calmly; as if this were a foot race at a high school track meet and not the sexually charged punishment of two teenage girls fucking their own asses onto baseball bats in front of a crowd of strangers and family.

Ryan wasn’t trying very hard so I had to wiggle and buck against the bat. I needed him to be just a little cruel at the moment, or I would lose the race. He didn’t have to be sadistic- he just had to stop treating me so dainty and be firm, and he wouldn’t. I didn’t have time to be frustrated. I raised up as if I were sitting upright with my ass pressed against the bat.

I had no time to worry about modesty. I know my legs were spread wide and everyone had a clear view of my pussy. The clothespin had popped off and been lost on the grass as I threw myself into my task.

“Get that fancy whip,” Ted instructed Conner to bring out a black leather flogger he had purchased at the adult novelty store. It had eight soft leather bristles that didn’t actually hurt when he hit them against our skin, but it made a wicked noise when he spun it in the air. He used it to try to motivate us; “Mush, yaw!” he called as if we were a team of horses pulling his carriage as fast as we could.

The crowd could not get enough of this fresh embarrassing display. I could see bright eyes and wide-smiles in the darkness just outside of the perimeter of the lighted area that had become known as the ‘punishment circle’ informally.

“Which of you has the base in?” Ted was whirling the whip around at the one minute mark.

I still hadn’t quite got my asshole around it – it was not nearly as easy as I had thought it might be. Butt plugs had been designed to provide sensations when they invade your ass of stretching and closing your ass – but the baseball bat had never been designed for this purpose. It was like nothing I had ever tried to fuck myself backwards on.

“Almost, Sir,” Savannah had her eyes wound tightly shut and was grunting while gripping her ass cheeks and pushing backwards in the same position as I was.

That is when I felt the first spray between my legs. I thought at first I was involuntarily pissing – a long streak of fluid shot out of my legs like I had just tossed a water balloon.

There was laughter, pointing and the word “gross” was used to describe it. I had never heard the term ‘squirting’ and had no idea what it was – but I had just done it and it felt great. I was orgasming and I absentmindedly began to frig my own clit without thinking about it as I removed one hand from my ass cheek.

“Hey no fair, she is allowed to play with herself, Sir?” Savannah asked when she looked over to see why everyone was laughing at me.

“I don’t see why not – I didn’t say it was against the rules. It might take your mind off the pain so you can slip it up your booty!”

Savannah began to furiously frig herself and while I wasn’t sure if it was helping – I didn’t stop doing it either. I came again and squirted through my fingers a second time all over the dirt in front of me. “Ryan, please,” I called out helplessly adrift in my own self-induced sexual pleasures.

“What?” he asked with a confused tone.

“Please fuck me with the bat, Sir!” sweat was dripping down my face, my hair was in my eyes, spittle may have been dripping down my chin for all I knew. I kept one finger pushing down hard and moving in a slow circle on my clit and the other behind me pulling one ass cheek apart. I was so close – I could feel the bat slipping into my asshole with increased effort.

I gasped as Ryan complied and slowly used it like a battering ram on a Roman settlement’s wooden gate to pound my ass back and forth. “Three minutes left!” Conner reminded me that the time was flying by and I needed to concentrate and tune out the laughter.

I couldn’t be sure if Savannah was mimicking me to put on a good show or not, but she made a yipping sound that sounded like an actress in a porno climaxing and began to slowly repeat “Oh god, oh god, oh fucking shit!” as she became swept up in her own embarrassing punishment.

“Stop playing with yourself and put both hands on your ass cheeks - you are almost there Ellen,” Ryan snapped me back to reality and I was close enough to orgasm again that I almost tuned him out – but I did as I was told and ‘fpopf’ the rim of the baseball bat was fully in my ass.

I began to fuck myself on it now that it was between my cheeks. I am sure it looked obscene, sticking completely out of my ass like a sign post buried in the ground, but I was soaked both all over my body and inside my pussy. The lotion had made it possible to fuck myself on the bat without friction, and I was using my own pussy-juice to augment that – causing it to froth up and get really wet back there. I wasn’t sure what Ryan was seeing – but I was sure it looked graphic and was far from cute.

“You don’t have far to go, just a few more inches,” he told me.

“Inches?” I thought I had lodged it as far up my ass as it could go – to find out I had inches to go and only two minutes remaining took some of the wind out of my sails. Ryan didn’t stop fucking my ass at the same pace with the baseball bat. We were in a modified doggy-style position now, with my butt cheeks spread and facing him and my knees bent but standing up so that he could plow it into my backside. I wanted to cry both in ecstasy and in the utter and abject humiliation.

“It’s probably going to be just as fun watching you take this out as it is watching you put it in,” Ted was making wise-cracks from his perch on the hood of O.J.’s truck, but I hadn’t been listening. My legs were spread wide but I was afraid to pull my hands from my cheeks – because Ryan was making steady progress pushing it forward slowly as he fucked it back and forth in and out of my ass.

I needed to masturbate – I couldn’t help it. It felt so necessary at that moment for some reason that I pleaded with him, “Can you reach a hand under and finger me? Please Sir? PLEASE?” panting.

He wasted no time complying as he put a finger into the bottom of my pussy.

“Further up, on the clit itself,” I didn’t have time to let him play around and explore – I needed him to hit the pleasure button on my pussy and I needed him to do it right then how I needed it. “Yes – slow circles and push down hard. You wont break it,” I instructed with a pleased sigh as he hit my spot. “Thank you, thank you, sir.”

Ryan no doubt chuckled that I was thanking him for humiliating me and fucking me with a bat while masturbating me in front of an audience. I am sure he saw the irony in that situation.

There is no doubt this was intensely humiliating, painful, and disgusting; and as punishments go it was stands out as a very memorable one that summer.

It is very strange to also describe a punishment of any kind as heart-pounding, pulse-racing and exhilarating – because I was unable to stop, or even slow, the number of orgasms I had while I buried that baseball bat as far up my ass as nature would allow for the amusement of Ted and the people at the party.

It was definitely sexual and there was no question that I had become turned on. My nipples were rock hard and jutting out – my entire body felt full as the blood coursed through my veins to supply an increasing amount of oxygen to my muscles so that I could work off the adrenalin that I was producing.

My pussy was still sore and scratched up, but it also felt full and the walls engorged as they cried out to be touched and massaged.

I was never an extrovert – if anything I could be very shy and meek. I never had a problem raising my hand in class to answer a question posed by my teacher; and I once tried out for a school play. But I could never have imagined myself openly being groped and fingered while I fucked my ass onto a baseball bat. Even saying it out loud sounds so not like me; and yet there I was next to my cousin and we both were racing to see who could pound it the deepest in their hole the fastest without regard for who saw and what they thought of us. That would come much later as I reflected on the grinning faces and what they must have thought of us.

They probably just thought we were two country sluts who didn’t have boundaries about openly playing with ourselves in front of strangers and who got off on it – a fun story to tell people at the next party so they can say “Damn! I wish I had been here for that.”- if they even believed it happened at all.

Then again – all they needed to do was provide pictures and cell phone video as proof; and it would be hard to refute the two pigs who were bucking and groaning from the protracted five minutes we spent impaling our asses onto sporting equipment.

“With as big a bubble-butt as your daughter has,” Ted was making Crystal watch our performance and observing, “I would have thought that bat would fit right in without any effort at all.”

I was panting for air and couldn’t hear my Aunt’s reply, nor did I think about it at all. I ground my hips against the bat and let Ryan finger me to completion as I called, “How much further, Sir?”

“I think about half an inch – but I don’t think it can fit any further,” Ryan was trying his hardest to fuck me with the bat and still show an ounce of compassion towards me.

“It will fit – it has to! Gah.” At this point I had both hands on the bat and I was fucking myself with it along with Ryan while I squirmed and strained to fit it a little bit further into my ass. It was packed tight and now it really hurt, but I was also unable to stop squirting – I don’t know how I had so much water inside me. Sweat was pouring down my eyes and face and juices were squirting out of every hole in my body – including my pores.

“Oh fucking shit!” Savannah gasped with a big smile -I turned to congratulate her that she won, but I realized she was proud that she too had squirted. “It was like a yard long orgasm!! Holy fuck, I wondered how you were doing that.”

My knees were weak, my body was shaking and I could not stop to laugh and smile. We were both down to the wire and Ted made us keenly aware each of us were less than an inch away from the finish.

“Sit on it,” I heard Conner say and he repeated, “SIT ON IT!”

I looked over my shoulder at him to see what he was talking about when he showed me by miming me planting the tip of the bat in the ground and sitting on it. It sounded painful, but with seconds remaining – we might both lose the contest.

I pulled the bat out of Ryan’s hands without warning and pushed the fat-end of the bat into the ground – like a permanent stool stuck in my ass I was able to sit down completely and get the last remaining bit shoved into my ass with extreme duress.

“Okay,” Ted announced time was up. “Jesus, you too butt-packers looked like you had a little too much fun.”

We were exhausted and I wanted to lay flat on the ground but I remained seated on the bat and tried to catch my breath.

Ted came and checked for the mark he made and didn’t see it, “Good job,” he told me enthusiastically. He saw that Savannah had just barely made it as well.

“It was a close race,” Ted announced that it was too close to call and both Savannah and I groaned in disappointment. My mouth hung open as I gasped for air like a dog in heat.

“I will let you guys decide who won,” Ted asked the crowd to vote on which of us was the winner by round of applause and cheers. “Who here is going to go home and jerk off or think about this while they are fucking their girl, to my step-daughter Savannah?” he held his hand over her head and there was a luke-warm response.

They weren’t ready and that was kind of a loaded question. Savannah was still recovering and her left leg wouldn’t stop shaking, but she was cognizant enough to flash him an evil eye.

“Who here thinks my ritzy, stuck-up niece from Cherry Lawn did the best,” Ted gave me a slightly better introduction and I received more cheers but still not a lot. I also without thinking or perhaps subconsciously opened my legs wide and shook my thighs at the same time – which seemed to please them.

“I think Ellen is the winner!” Ted decided.

Current Split: Savannah loses 5% back to me.

10% Odd-Job’s cut

10% Ted’s cut

20% Crystal’s Cut

10% Savannah’s Cut –Bottom Bitch

15% My Cut – Bottom Bitch

20% Lloyd’s Cut

5% Conner’s Cut

5% Daisy’s Cut

5% Catfish’s Cut

“It was who could do it fastest in five minutes not who did they like most sir,” Savannah reminded Ted with a look of scorn.

“Right you are,” Ted asked if his, “lazy, bitchy step-daughter took the entire bat fastest?” and received an even smaller response than before and declared me the winner once again.

“You better thank Ryan for his help,” Ted told me as I tried to recover from the grueling exercise I just completed. I was emotionally and physically drained, and the sweat was allowing the cool night air to play havoc by not only cooling me but activating my goose bumps.

“Ryan,” Ted addressed him, “You broke every single one of my rules so I won’t let you be in charge of the girls again, but I think you completed any kind of punishment you may have needed to serve for fucking up and letting the girls get away with breaking the rules.”

“I really didn’t,” Ryan answered him. “I am okay with being punished for real – the girls got punished. I should pay as well,” he answered stoically.

“You want to sit on a baseball bat?” Ted asked him skeptically.

“Well no,” Ryan admitted but added, “I think it should be appropriate to what I did wrong.”

Odd-Jobs stepped in and told him that he would deal with him when he got home and to leave bitch-punishments to bitch-girls who need it – like us.

“Did you need that?” Ted asked me while my chest heaved from exertion. I could feel my asshole clamp around the bat. It felt kind of like what I would imagine having a hard dick sticking straight up felt like- except it was facing out of my backside instead of the front.

I had tingles all over and sensations – as my body throbbed. I couldn’t close my pussy lips at this point. I wanted to play with myself still – but I knew it would look strange if I started after the contest was over; so I showed some self-control and tried not to think dirty-thoughts about self-gratification. It was not that I just wanted to feel pleasure and I had no self-control. It was that I was so aroused and turned on that not playing with my pussy made me feel strangely incomplete. I don’t think words have been invented to truly explain the dynamic, but suffice to say it was more than just that I was horny and wanted a frig and just didn’t care who saw.

“Did I need what, Sir?” I finally started to gather my wits and float back down to Earth. Even though I could close my legs it felt like my pussy lips were being pulled open – and exposed. I could literally not close the pink bits between my legs because of how the bat sat, now that it was inside me.

Ted shook his head and told me, “Don’t feed me rainbows and give me Unicorn poop. You look all happy and energized – that isn’t how this was supposed to go down.”

“No, I am truly sorry sir, I will follow the rules, I will be good! I promise!” I was being sincere.

“Don’t be too good,” Ted winked and said in a low enough voice with a grin. “Then I couldn’t give you as many attitude adjustments.” He asked louder if I did get an attitude adjustment and understood this behavior wouldn’t be tolerated, so that others could hear his question.

“I kind of did, Sir,” I admitted honestly; and having to say it louder only added to the indignity of saying it out loud. I was still so turned on from my experience that I was glowing and the fact that I wasn’t thoroughly disgusted and ashamed of myself –just added to the degradation I was feeling.

I felt truly like a slutty pig and I strangely liked it. I hated that I liked that unrepentant and completely debauched feeling though – if that makes sense.

“I would have you offer Ryan a thank-you hand job, but he already came once tonight,” Ted smiled while telling me to reach behind my back and grab under the bat with both hands. I did as ordered without even wondering why and my brother cuffed my wrists together so that the chain between them supported the weight of the bat.

The same was done to my cousin after Ted offered a hand-job to Derek. “You didn’t win the little race but you are a Predator and an All-star, so – it’s the least she can do.”

Derek seemed torn – he did want the hand job but his girlfriend was right there. Ted winked at him and said they would work something out later and left it at that.

Derek said something about taking Angel home and doing the same thing with her.

I distinctly heard Angel pout that she didn’t get lube the last time and ask how come we got to use the little end of the bat.

“They are just little girls,” Derek grunted. “Not a big fatso like you.”

“Well, I think we are done here,” Ted wasn’t listening to the exchange between Derek and his girlfriend as he addressed the crowd of on-lookers and instructed us to say “Goodbye YouTube” for the remaining video-takers.

“Goodbye YouTube,” we pouted as Ted pulled us by our collars to the back of the truck.

I could see solid red-hand print on my cousin’s ass and I giggled as she was loaded into the back of the truck first.

“What is so funny?” Ted asked while scrunching his nose at me like he smelled a fart.

“It’s just, are we going to leave my Aunt’s clothes here? What if we get stopped by the police on the way home? How will we explain we left the house this way?” I didn’t know why I was laughing and quickly asked a question that I wondered.

“Don’t you worry about that,” Ted promised he would baffle his way out of bullshit. I wanted to tell him that it was better if we were on the same page so we could keep our stories straight but he lifted me up into the truck and set me down –while groping my tits.

“You want to see something funny?” Ted smiled.

“What is that Sir?” I asked as he slammed the gate to the back of the truck once those of us who had to ride in back were loaded in the bed of the pickup.

“Seeing your tits bounce when this thing hits 50 mph flying down a dirt-road.”