Chapter Fifty-Nine

Karma Is Only a Bitch – If You Are!

"Woman is by nature meant to obey." ~ Arthur Schopenhauer (1788-1860)

“Awwwww, pretty, titty, shitty, itty-bitty witty kitty, puh-leez with sugar on top, bottom, front and around the sides and right buh-tween your kneez?” Gene pleaded with my Uncle to let him insert the hot dogs on the ride home with what I can only assume is a rhyme he didn’t just make up because it sounded prepared and kind of funny.

“You can look, but don’t touch,” Ted told him. He reconsidered, “You can touch a little but don’t put anything inside them – I’d rather you just play with your Aunt.”

“Wuh-eye?” Gene asked the question with the same southern drawl Savannah did.

“How many knives do you have on you?” Ted asked with his hands on his hips.

“Just three!” Gene answered innocently.

“Does that include box-cutters?” Ted asked him knowingly, and Gene updated his count to five. “If we emptied Damian’s pockets how many lighters do you think I’d find?”

He didn’t have to say any more. I was hoping he was kidding about how very dangerous Daisy’s kids could be. Ted ordered Crystal to be a dog for the remainder of the trip home.

“I don’t want to hear you say another word unless I personally tell you to. You will bark and play like a doggy and keep them amused, is that understood you dumb cunt?”

“Rawrf!” My Aunt’s response was chipper and alert – eager and quite playful. At that moment I envied how she could throw herself into this so completely, with no regard for her reputation or dignity. She had gone so far past humiliation, in embracing her role, that she seemed to relish the trashiness of it – celebrate it almost.

I wondered if that had been her goal all along. I could still not get much of a read on her motivations. She had been so surly, and sarcastic – a distilled version of her daughter who owned her sexuality but made men work to get at it, that this new personality baffled me.

“I really like our little arrangement,” he snickered at her as he turned to get into the truck. Delightedly adding, “I might just let you try to bet your way out of this on Friday – if you are willing to do it for longer if you lose! You might as well know now – I see big things in your future! My top-bitch!”

“Yeah,” Odd-Jobs agreed, “Big cocks.” and the two men laughed at the arrangement that was making them as much money as any of us.

I feel I am more capable of noticing little signs that others don’t pick up on. At that moment I read in Crystal’s face a slight longing for freedom and a hint of regret as the men laughed at her serving them.

“Behave yourself back there and after I get done fucking your Aunt I may send her into your room to sleep until morning,” Ted promised Daisy’s kids as he got into the truck.

There was still a little cum on Savannah’s chin as she snidely remarked, “You did all this to be top-bitch? It was that fucking important to you?”

Crystal whined like a puppy that she had to pee. The expression on her face was apologetic and pouty. It was truly difficult to say whether she felt bad she had usurped her daughter’s role, was being a poor winner and rubbing it in with sarcasm or just had to pee really badly!

“You go on and mock me,” Savannah’s scorn was real “I’ll get it back. You couldn’t even let me have this one thing?”

As far as Savannah was concerned – her mom was rubbing it in.

My Aunt seemed dejected and conciliatory but unable to say a word –unable to offer any explanation of her behavior I couldn’t be sure. I didn’t think a real explanation might be forthcoming anyway. I couldn’t understand my Aunt’s behavior over the last three days. She seemed to be celebrating and relishing her debauched status. She had always been unapologetically trashy but now the disgusting and perverted things she did openly were tempered with submission and I really could not figure out why – had it been just about beating her daughter in a game of ‘biggest slut’ to be top bitch?

Savannah had no more words for her mother and turned her attention towards Ryan and Conner as if daring them, “So which one of you is going to raw dog me?”

“You can do my sister, I guess,” Conner offered politely to Ryan as if they were deciding something as trivial as what to watch on television. Ryan nodded in agreement and looked at me wistfully as well.

“Shit,” Savannah observed wryly “Don’t get too fucking excited about it. I know you are a pervert and going to enjoy fucking a hot dog into my snatch, Sir.”

“I know I will,” Conner answered her. “It’s just after everything you’ve had to go through tonight I feel a little sorry for you. I can put it in easy if you want.” My brother was being considerate and trying to be nice.

“Easy?” Savannah had to shout as the truck started to pick up speed when it entered the highway from the parking lot. “You could have made it easy when you were raising that cord between my legs and rubbing my clit clean off!” it was hard to tell if she was complaining or joking. She asked him how he wanted her.

The bat up our asses made it impossible for us to lay flat and the only position that made sense was to be on our sides, with our pussies facing the boys while we spread our legs.

I looked over my shoulder at Ryan and smiled at him while he kneeled behind me and touched my clit. I told him to pinch my clit first and get it lubricated as he tried to place the semi-flaccid dog straight into my pussy to no avail.

“What?” he yelled over the whipping wind in the back of the truck.

“PINCH MY CLIT, FIRST, SIR!” I had to yell in the country-night air as we drove down the highway. That isn’t something many people can say they’ve had call to do!

Savannah and Conner also heard me and laughed, but the others were busy chasing my Aunt around the truck and playing.

I could see Conner behind Savannah and it looked like he was trying my suggestion from the look on my cousin’s face. It was half-ecstasy, as she parted her lips and half-pain, as she looked over her shoulder ruefully at him. “I DIDN’T SAY STOP – I WAS JUST LOOKING.”

The guys masturbated the dogs into us slowly and methodically. They couldn’t go straight in as they weren’t hard enough and would probably have torn apart. They had to slide them in like gummy worms snaking along our vagina walls. I was wet constantly with the giant butt plug up my ass, so that made it easier; but I could see Conner’s hand moving back and forth rapidly as he tried to stimulate my cousin’s clit.

When they were finally done she whispered in my ear “That wasn’t half bad. I am still technically a virgin though – hot dog’s don’t count,” with a giggle.

Conner thought she might be talking about him and looked away shyly.

“I wasn’t talking about you, Sir!” Savannah grinned sheepishly at him. The rest of the way back we didn’t talk much, except at the few short stops it took to turn into the Buckman. We drove past the pool area. We drove so fast that I realized most people may not even realize how small our bathing suits are or if we are naked because they whizz past; and from inside a truck you may not even be looking at the pool to see if anyone is naked, so you wouldn’t notice.

It was still small consolation to the realization that in about 5 short hours we would be up and washing cars again. I was so ready to sleep as we rode down the lonely streets of the trailer park to Glory Hill. I was familiar now with the twists and turns, and would be able to find my way home from the pool based on the landmarks.

I observed with a smile how this was now technically ‘my home’ and that I had begun to accept that a few days ago. There was no house in Cherry Lawn Estates – it had been repossessed and our car had everything stolen from it when we got here. We were truly starting over and it actually felt good to have a home.

“Oh my Gawd,” Daisy rolled out of the truck once we stopped and complained about how tired she was. “This discipline stuff is hard fucking work,” she trudged off to the trailer leaving the others to help us out.

“Conner go get those hoe’s out of the shed,” Ted told my brother to go to the rusty shed behind the dog kennel and get out two garden hoes “for us Hos” after Ryan and him helped us down from the back of the truck. We were still naked and handcuffed.

I could hear Zeus and Ares bark at my brother as he ran off to obediently return with the hoes.

Ted looked at our pussies and pulled the hot dog out slightly, before reinserting, “Good work,” Ted told Ryan, “you slipped my niece a real cock and now you slipped her a hot dog. That’s the only ones you’ll be putting in her from now on, understood?”

“Yes,” Ryan hated to be talked down to by Ted, but he answered him respectfully.

“I thought you wanted to be punished with the girls,” Ted laughed. “Why don’t you call me Yes Sir?” He didn’t wait for an answer before explaining that we still had to be punished for being disobedient tonight. “I want you fresh and ready to earn in the morning,” he told us we would be spending the night outside.

“Outside?” Savannah protested. “Sir? Why don’t you let us sleep inside so we will be well rested?”

“You wanna sleep with your mouth choking on my cock?” Ted demanded and when Savannah hesitated and scrunched his nose said “I know you two cunt-hounds aren’t sufficiently motivated to take my authority and orders seriously – so you’ll spend the night outside.”

It was dark and quiet in the yard, but the trailers were so close together and Ted’s voice so loud that any neighbor could have easily heard us.

Ted planted each of the garden hoes in the ground three feet apart with the metal part on top. He secured them so they couldn’t easily be pulled out of the ground by lugging big cement bricks he had been using to support his wooden deck to the center of the yard and packing them in that. “See the hard work I do for you? I would make you two carry these but I don’t feel like uncuffing you.”

Once he was positive the poles couldn’t easily be pulled up out of the ground he reminded us that he would be able to see that they had been pulled out because of how he packed the dirt. And that if we didn’t like this punishment, we would REALLY hate where he was going to stick the garden hoe tomorrow night, if we ‘fucked up’.

He told us to “hug the hoe” and put the wooden handle between our tits. Then he ran duct tape around our legs, waist, and neck so we couldn’t separate ourselves from it. It felt sticky against my skin as he roughly wrapped us to where we would be posted all night.

Everyone else went inside except for Crystal who dutifully waited on her elbows and knees in the yard wiggling her tail by Ted.

“Where is Lloyd, Sir?” Savannah asked about her long since absent sibling.

“Don’t you worry,” Ted told him that Terry had rented him for a late-return in the morning. “He is earning – and you’ll each get your share – 10 percent is it?” he rubbed salt into Savannah’s wounds by reminding her how she had lost half of her earnings.

“That means for sucking that boy’s dick tonight your share comes to two dollars,” he laughed “A two dollar blow job, but with crabby-bitch doing her share,” he grabbed my chin and rubbed some of the dried cum, “You got a total of four bucks – not bad. It would just about cover the cost of your hot dogs.”

I hadn’t thought about it quite like that until he mentioned how little we were making as a percentage of our labors. It made me vow to help Savannah even more with whatever revenge she planned for him once this was over and I safely had my share of the money.

“Okay, Slugger, stick out your tongue,” he alluded to the bat tightly jammed up my cousin’s ass. Savannah hesitated to follow his order and he immediately slapped her tit so she would comply. “You normally stick your tongue out at anyone you want to make fun of – let me just give you something for tomorrow.”

He took a black marker and held her tongue with his dirty thumb and forefinger as he wrote “HO”. He told her tomorrow he was going to make a point of showing returning customers the progress he was making with her education and preventing her from disrespecting her betters.

Savannah’s nose was scrunched up and she had gritted her teeth – if looks could kill then Ted would be a dead man ten times over.

He did the same to me but he didn’t have to ask me twice to stick out my tongue. “I am really proud of you,” Ted sounded honest. He had spent the entire night riding me and mocking me that I was surprised to hear him take that tone with me for once.

“Thank you Sir,” I answered him respectfully and straightened my posture on the pole I was hugging. Ted had secured it in the ground with a concrete brick – even if I could get it out of the dirt, he’d know I pulled it out.

“You shouldn’t thank me,” Ted laughed at me returning to his earlier tone. “I was going to say I was proud of what a dick-sucking, ass-fucking whore you turned into. You look so pretty with your mouth wrapped around a dick. I take it tomorrow you are ready for the big leagues?”

“Big leagues, Sir?” I asked him to clarify.

“Making real money?” He sighed and didn’t wait for an answer before informing us we would be, whether we wanted to or not. “Odd-Jobs wants it, Junior wants it, and I want it, and if you don’t want your mom and dad to be invited to watch – I’d play along,”

He rubbed my clit and observed that I needed to shave in the morning before we left. “I’ll have Conner wake you up early so you can get your pussy smelling nice, shaved smooth, and ready to be pushed harder than ever.” He pushed a finger inside my clit and watched my reaction. I looked him in the eye - there was nothing I could do handcuffed to my bat.

“You girls wanted to play ball,” he laughed at us, as he made another baseball pun. He looked down at Crystal on the ground on her elbows and knees, “What do you think of your daughter now?”

“Rawrff!” she barked like a good doggy.

“You can stand up and talk dummy,” Ted acted like that had been implied.

My Aunt rose from the ground, a feet made more difficult without the use of her feet “They look comfortable, Sir. May I stay out here with them?”

“The entire neighborhood has already seen your stank ass,” Ted dismissed her request with a sadistic chuckle. “You’ve turned me on big-time tonight and I need to make a deposit in every single one of your holes before I decide where you can sleep.”

Crystal pressed her body against Ted romantically while she cooed, “I like you taking charge, sir.” She was still fully in handcuffs but standing in front of us stark naked in the yard.

“I know you do, slut,” Ted replied full of bravado and confidence.

“May I remove the plug from my ass then Sir?” she asked him submissively and with austere respect.

“Just buttering me up,” he chuckled as he determined my Aunt was just manipulating him into being more lenient “No, you can’t – leave it in.”

“I was just asking because you said you would fuck me in all three holes, Sir – may I at least lube it up my back door for you?”

“Sure,” Ted graciously allowed that with a broad smile.

What happened next will be a moment that stays with me like a video clip that I can play over in my head again and again. I am sure it is a moment like the one Flick probably plays of the time he blew a massive load of cum into my mouth and it almost shot out of my nose as my eyes grew wide.

Crystal had her back to us as she eased the tail out about four inches with her hands cuffed together behind her back. She pressed her chest against Ted and looked over her shoulder down at her ass. Her hair was falling down around her back wild and untamed and in the moon light and the one flickering street light the curves of her body made her look like an erotic primal goddess of fertility.

A white cloud of spittle emerged from her pursed lips, as she kissed it into existence and then pushed it forward to drip down her shoulder blade and run down her back. The large droplet of spit curved on its way downward, along her ass cheek and then ran down between her crack; perfectly timed to find its way on the thick duct taped plug that had been serving as her tail all night.

“You have been practicing that, shit,” Savannah smiled with what seemed like respect for what would go down as the single most sexiest move I have ever seen in my lifetime.

“That’s why I am top bitch and you aren’t,” Crystal blew her a kiss with just her lips and followed Ted inside without a word – leaving us alone and naked, tied up in the front yard. Her final piece of advice while stepping onto the creaky wooden deck was to us both “Karma is only a bitch – if you are.”

Her voice was playful and sultry – not unlike how it was when we first began our scam and she was just buttering up a new trick for a scam. It wasn’t her usual submissive and meek tone – and that intrigued me – more so, what did she mean with her advice?

It was dark and the night air was chilly – and standing there was already starting to be a struggle. I would have all night to puzzle about that and reflect on being rode hard and put away like this.

“It can’t get much worse than this,” I told Savannah to look on the bright side – it was the only way we could get through the fact we still had all weekend left to endure this.

Then it began to rain.