Chapter Sixty

Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass – it’s about learning to dance in the rain.

The rain started out as a fine drizzle; and because it had been hot all day the cool night air only made things humid and muggy. It was annoying and it made me consciously aware that I was outside naked, duct-taped to a garden hoe, and now soaking wet in the muggy summer night air.

“It’s like God is pissing on me – is this what you want God?” Savannah blurted out at the night sky.

“I don’t think God would piss on us – but if he is then he is pissing on everyone isn’t he?”

Glory Hill is just down-wind of a garbage dump; and the smell of wet-garbage only made it more noticeable even thought you’d gotten used to the dry stink of rubbish.

“Shut the fuck up, Cuz.” Savannah had called me “Cuz” for the second time and I liked it. I knew she saw me as a compatriot and an ally in this and her sarcasm was often a way for her to show affection, so it didn’t bother me when she told me to ‘shut the fuck up’.

I ignored it and observed as the light rain fell on our naked bodies, “At least there aren’t gnats in our eyes anymore.”

“Those are no-see-mes,” she corrected with a quirky smile. She was not in any mood to joke – but at times her competitive nature made her corrections seem like she was keeping a friendly score of how many times she corrected me.

Savannah might look down her nose at ‘book learning’ as she called it, but there was never any question to me that she was highly intelligent. She had grown up in a culture that considered formal education to be ‘faggy’ and pointless. The intelligence she called ‘common sense’ was actually the kind of thing people studied in books. Entomology is the study and classification of bugs and insects – and Savannah knew the subtle distinctions in names of all the roaches, spiders, ants, and creepy crawlies - even if she did not know the scientific term for them.

I wanted to make an observation about that but I knew Savannah would not take it as a compliment. It was going to be a long night and there was no way I could sleep with the sloshing warm rain coming down on us.

We were both startled when we heard a voice from behind us. “In ‘Straya we ‘ave chiggers, mites, ham beetles and spiders so farce’ they can eat spidahz and bards.”

“Birds?” Savannah answered Donger calmly. We both had our backs to the trailer, but it was no surprise the pervert was lurking around the darkness peeking in our windows.

“Aye,” he chuckled, “Goldan Arb Weavah’ spidah - used to have ‘em in me backyard. Big things, they usually eat insects though.”

“What are you supposed to be, Steve Irwin, Sir?” Savannah referenced the long since dead famous TV naturalist from Australia. In retrospect, Donger did look like a larger, more muscular version of him.

“I wish,” he chuckled in response. I could hear him furiously fap-fap-fapping away behind us but I tried to ignore the possibility he was masturbating 10 feet away.

“I am more afraid of insects that are clearly the size of birds,” I laughed about the fact that if the spider eats birds, but feeds on insects -they must have some hella sized insects there.

“That too,” Donger remarked.

“Have you been watching all night, Sir?” Savannah said to him while looking straight ahead. We couldn’t turn our heads very easily the way we had been tied because Ted had duct taped our necks to the pole.

“Nah,” Donger said he left to-“Crack a tinnie with my bonzer mate Kong-Fo’ Dave’” and added that after a meal he was “Full as a goog.”

“I don’t know if I can understand a word you say any better than I can Kung-Fu Dave, Sir,” Savannah said truthfully. There was no way I could sleep with the rain splattering on me while naked, tied to a pole – talking to him was at least passing the time while we stayed put.

“I’ve har’d’ that ever since I came fifty K’s south of woop woop – it is fair dinkum.”

“What were you watching while we were gone, Sir?” I had no idea what he had just said so I asked a question I wondered when we left.

“You will fink’ this old’ feller is a perv,” Donger answered shyly.

“Think you are a perv? Whatever would give us THAT idea?” I giggled and asked, “By the way are you squatting behind us masturbating, Sir?” I smiled wickedly that he was concerned I might think him a pervert yet he was openly masturbating in the nude right behind me. I just assumed our trailer park flasher was probably standing there naked in just tennis shoes.

I was surprised how little it bothered me – it actually made me laugh to think about how completely over the top it was. A week ago I would have been horrified and thought the world was coming to an end, and now I didn’t even think of it as dirty as much as ‘just Donger being Donger’.

The locals here had really affected me in profound ways I hadn’t even realized.

“Aye, I am giving myself a bit of a wristy,” Donger admitted that pretty much made him a pervert. “Do you Sheila’s actually not mind ‘aving your tits out for the boys like this?”

“What?” Savannah response was of course we love this treatment. “We told Ted to shove a bat up our ass and tie us up outside like this because we love the fame and glamour.”

“Dave’s sister Ash is Toier than a Roman sandal, that one,” Dongers masturbating was slowing down but continued at a medium pace – at least that’s what I heard as the rain slowed to a light sprinkle.

“No fucking idea what that means, Sir,” Savannah said without concern for offending him. We really couldn’t understand most of his slang and Savannah was blunt enough to not care if she offended him. I suppose that WAS part of the game at the pool – being an unrepentant bitch.

“It means she’ll do anything for money,” he explained how badly she wanted to come join us and work at the car wash. Savannah may have been kidding about fortune and fame but Ashley certainly was not. “She let you spoof anywhere ya’ like but you’ve pretty much got to brown bag it and get over the smell. She’ll let you piss anywhere you like all over her back and face for a dollar. She has norks with great gabby nipples that look like two uneven sliced tomatoes were thrown on lumpy sacks of oatmeal. Her clacker is so deep and round I dropped half a quid down that farty hole and out popped two shillings and a fiver as change.”

“I don’t mean to be a true-blue sook and whinge all night about an earbash ya’ while you got your tits in a bind and all – and honestly, I’ll give her a go every now and then when I need a good ring tingle and I only have a fiver.”

I couldn’t understand a word he said over the rain and his accent – but I got the impression that while he found Ashley disgusting, it hadn’t stopped him from touching and exploring her body. I wondered about the fascination men have with women they don’t actually like but want to fuck anyway.

He said, “I told her that her mut looks like a badly packed kebab and that’s why Ted’s not having a dirty grub like her play sillybuggers and have his cobbers take an early mark off no matter how much she tarts herself up.”

“Did she understand that, Sir?” I giggled my question because I certainly didn’t.

“Nar,” Donger replied not getting my joke. “She looked at me like a stunned mullet.”

“What a surprise, Sir,” Savannah had a giggle and repeated my question as to why he was having a look in our window when we were gone.

“I like to watch Maw-Maw read,” he admitted freely with pleasure.

“That is all, Sir?” Savannah questioned that answer – watching someone read hardly seemed reason enough to be a peeping tom. I knew he got a vicarious thrill from sneaking around, when he could just as easily have been dry at home watching the closed circuit cameras that were installed.

“She reminds me of my Aunt from ‘straya. She also brast faids the baby and she has some exquisite tits – real udders. She has this lovely little rabbit tattoo with the words ‘shat the fack up’ on her right tit!”

“You say she breast fed Dumpling, Sir?” Savannah was just as surprised as I was that Maw-Maw was breast feeding the baby.

“Yar,” I could only understand half of what Donger said, but from what I gather he enjoyed watching her pull out her “big fat udders” and he claimed she could fill a gallon jug. I assumed he was probably exaggerating. It also appears he enjoyed watching Maw-Maw wipe her ass after she finished taking a shit.

“With an ass that big and wide – you wonder just how deep it goes. The ass crack is like a trench on a fat woman. You may ‘fink you are fucking her and really you’ve just been in between a crease – it is a fazzo thunderbox!”

I didn’t quite understand what he was saying but I got the impression he liked her because she was very natural and he liked fat women – and their feet.

He apparently also liked Maw-Maw because, unlike us, she pretended she couldn’t tell he was watching and carried on doing whatever naughty thing without making eye contact or acknowledging him. Adding in his thick Australian accent, “No offense, to you Sheila’s. At’s just parsawnal’ prafarance .”

“None taken, Sir,” Savannah chuckled.

Donger got very quiet for about five minutes and when he finally spoke again he sounded quite a bit more relaxed saying he just had “a powerful slog.”

“I am glad we could help, Sir,” Savannah giggled.

“You don’t mind me having go at the dunny while you just stand there?” he asked.

I wasn’t sure what a dunny was but it was doubtful I could have stopped him if I had wanted. “You are a V.I.P. at the pool – I don’t see why not, Sir.” If he had just came and was able to cum again – then God bless him. I didn’t have a lot of experience with men but I didn’t think Ryan would be capable of that.

The rain stopped and now the wind whipped across my skin bringing out the goose-bumps as water dripped down my chest and from my hair.

“Can I do it right behind you and you won’t turn around?” he asked politely.

“I guess so, Sir – I am duct taped to the pole so I am afraid, unless I pull this pole out of the ground, I can’t turn around anyway,” I admitted.

“You could easily pull that out of the ground I’d reckon,” I could hear him moving slowly behind us as if he were stalking us. I wasn’t scared around Donger. I was handcuffed and duct-taped to a pole. If he had wanted to run up and rape me he could have at taken me any moment much earlier. I smiled confidentially – a week ago when I as playing Cowboys and Indians and tied up I was simply terrorized. I was learning to assess my risks and while I should have been COMPLETELY terrified – I was simply slightly mortified (LOL) but aware that Donger was fairly harmless.

It was dawning on me that someone else might do that tonight and that worried me. I think fucking Ryan and sucking Flick tonight had prepared me to be stoically brave being tied up outside. A week earlier I had freaked out during Cowboys and Indians when they pulled my clothes down, and now I had willingly allowed myself to be tied up outside in plain view.

It was one in the morning or later at this point on a lonely side-street in a trailer park – but anyone might happen by!

“Yes sir,” I agreed, “but Ted would see the earth was broken around it and punish us I am sure.”

“Will you be wearing the bats to the pool tomorrow? I quite like them,” Donger rarely said entire sentences I could fully understand and this was one of them.

“I hope not, Sir,” I wiggled my butt at him playfully but he put his hand on the bat and stopped it from moving.

“No, no,” I could hear him low to the ground right behind me now, “Pretend I am not here.”

“But we ARE talking, Sir,” I replied more as a question on how it will be possible to pretend he wasn’t there if we were already engaged in a conversation.

“Aye,” he agreed, “We can talk, but just stand there like you don’t’ know I am behind you going to the dunny, yeah? So it hurts having that bat up there like that does it?”

“No, it feels great,” Savannah answered sarcastically.

“Sir,” Donger pointed out she had forgotten.

“You’ll have to pay my Uncle to spank muh butt tomorrow, SIR,” Savannah apologized in a roundabout way by admitting she forgot to call him Sir.

“Not really my thing,” Donger sounded a little frustrated and like he looked down on spanking. He was however into very big women lactating, wiping their asses, peeping in windows and flashing – which I found interesting that he wasn’t very accepting of what turned on other people as he added, “Never understood why anyone would want to hurt a moisty’s bum like yours –mental that is.”

“Well thank you Sir,” I thanked him for wanting us protected and unharmed.

“Now,” Donger said with a slight groan, “seeing your nipples taped up and wrapped in tight cord around your tits, ringed and swollen while they sway – your faces are priceless.” He admitted delight at our suffering. His tone wasn’t sadistic – he was just entertained by it.

I couldn’t help but picture someone who was happy you were hurting as if it was good for you that you were.

“In a way, it’s helpful we get spanked I guess, Sir,” I told him while suppressing the urge to ask him the difference between binding breasts and spankings – I was learning quickly this week that men didn’t seem to want their particular fantasies and desires questioned.

“That’s an iffy to an ocker like me,” I gathered from Donger’s tone he wanted me to explain myself but had no idea what his words meant. I would have to Google them when I got behind a computer.

He had no idea that the real reason we were doing any of this was to make money. We had essentially just been playing on our reputations as ‘bitches’ and convincing people to punish us for money. The constant discipline and spankings at home had made it easier for me to accept it in public and behave accordingly. I had to quickly rationalized some form of explanation to myself for doing this.

“We are such wicked bitches that getting spanked and disciplined like this helps teach us to behave more appropriately, Sir.” I had said things like that a few times at the pool and it usually sufficed as an answer.

“You are having a go at old Donger,” he registered his disbelief. I heard him down near our asses – I assumed he might be sniffing them. “I fink Crystal and you bags of fruit are having a laugh at us – I fink you get off on the old slap and tickle and you likes the tenshun and the thrill?”

“Is that why you like to run naked through the trailer park?” I giggled. He could be endearing and charming. I was also very over-tired and sexually stimulated which was making me act goofy.

“I like to pretend I’ve left me clothes at home on accident. I used to run track in me school days and at night I would run the track without any clothes. I used to pretend there was a club of guys who blackmailed me into running without my clothes, sometimes. I fink it also adds to the thrill when I am caught looking in someone’s window and they might catch me – it’s only fair they see me if I see them! Now answer me bloomin’ question.”

“Do we look like we get off on having a baseball bat shoved up our entire ass, being duct taped outside in our own yard naked for who knows who to do anything to us, when we could be asleep inside on a warm bed, Sir?” Savannah answered for us with her usual pragmatic reality-check.

“Some would and some wouldn’t – you two sluts seem to be taking things in stride so well, I can only imagine you look like the types who do.”

“Well, we don’t, sir,” Savannah answered bluntly.

“Fazzo,” Donger answered approvingly.

Savannah sniffed the air and I smelled something foul as well – “That isn’t the garbage dump,” she observed with a disgusted tone.

“I’ve done a little dunny right behind you,” Donger’s voice became high-pitched like a little boy who was sucking his finger.

“Let me guess?” Savannah couldn’t look behind her but her tone indicated she wasn’t surprised that dunny probably meant Australian for a ‘big turd’ as she rolled her eyes.

“I’ve gotta go wee as well,” Donger maintained his boyish tone as he made a “whirrzzzzz” sound as he sprayed our butts with his piss criss-crossing across our backsides.

“Your tight, perfect buns so pert and tan – oi, I’ve been such a naughty boy!” he giggled like a churlish, naughty, child.

“DONGER!” Savannah’s angry tone was tempered by the fact we could literally do nothing but tighten our cheeks as he finished splashing his piss on them and then started running.

“Bob’s yer uncle!” he shouted as he ran –his large cock flapping in the night wind against each thigh with a grand smile on his face “Hooroo!” I would wonder about who Bob was – and whether that was just random nonsense or meant something for a good, long five minutes.

Savannah, in her usual way exclaimed, “A fucking six-foot four inch tall blonde Australian Frankenstein just pissed all over my ass and left a stinky shit right behind my feet, oh my gawd – could this get any worse?”

It began to rain again.

“Yes,” I answered with a dead pan expression; and we laughed and giggled for a little while, because to do anything else meant crying at how completely twisted and degraded we were.

The rain was a light drizzle, followed by periods of windy gusts – that soaked us. It washed away any piss and kept the smell of the turd Donger left behind from being much of a concern.

“Ahhh, wet garbage!” Savannah joked about breathing in the aromatics with her eyes only half-open and mascara that had long since run down her face now completely off.

She was taller than me and her body was much more mature, but without her make-up she looked much closer to my age than I realized until that moment with us both soaking wet.

The door opened from behind us and Savannah said “Ah great, it’s probably Gene come out here to gloat.”

“Nope, it’s your dear old mother,” Crystal heard Savannah’s caustic joke and cheerfully approached us both. She was completely naked and didn’t wince that the rain was soaking her wavy hair again.

“Hey, Top bitch,” Savannah sneered, “Come to gloat that the bottom bitches just got pissed all over?”

“Nope,” she held up a mini-candy bar, “Ted told me I could bring you this!”

“A fucking 100 grand bar?” Savannah looked ungrateful but I could tell she wanted it and didn’t know how else to behave. “I see you got to remove the handcuffs – another perk of being top bitch.”

“I have to feed it to you with my mouth – that’s how we’ll do tomorrow lunch – guys can feed us or we feed each other,” she put it in between her teeth and moved in to kiss it into Savannah’s mouth. She teased that we might have to eat it out of her ass, so we should probably be thankful just to pass it to each other by kisses.

“I’ll be tied up as soon as I go back inside, sweety,” Savannah assured her daughter with a tone that sounded warm and considerate. She wasn’t taking Savannah’s bait and rising to confront her daughter.

“You love this don’t you?” Savannah accepted the candy bar and quickly gobbled it down; but had a disgusted look on her face and ignored her mother’s pleasant tone as she warned, “There better not be laxative in this!”

“Standing in the rain while my ungrateful snot of a daughter, who just made 8,000 dollars and stands to make double that over the weekend, whines about how uncomfortable it is? No, I don’t love that.” she ignored the part about laxatives as if it were absurd – I secretly hoped it was, but at that moment I was still so hungry. All I had eaten was a mouthful of cum.

She put the second candy bar in her mouth and offered it to me. I opened my mouth and she kissed it in with a smile. “Ellen there is something your grandmother taught me as a little girl.”

“How to suck a golf ball through a garden hose?” Savannah quipped with her usual snotty sass.

“Besides that,” Crystal joked back with a smile reminiscent of her behavior before she started to change into the groveling whore. I wasn’t sure what to think about my kindly Greek grandmother teaching anyone to suck a golf ball through a garden hose and hoped it was just a joke.

“Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass – it’s about learning to dance in the rain. You two can bitch and moan out here, and that is kind of what Ted wants to see, but you could also have fun with it. He isn’t going to let you get killed.”

“What about a fucking strike of lightning?” Savannah barked, but Crystal turned and started to walk away without answering, “What about a creepy stalker?”

Crystal pointed up at an outdoor camera then down to her crotch without replying to her daughter’s questions. Her pussy lips were being stretched obscenely wide apart by two clips that were attached to a clothes hanger. Her pussy was normally very tight and a single line was visible, but now her entire hood was on display along with everything else between her legs. It looked painful and humiliating, but she smiled as if it were nothing.

I couldn’t understand my Aunt’s motivations – but I suspected she wanted to encourage us to continue doing what we were doing. Her pussy was stretched so obscenely it was almost absurd and yet her face was calm and placid – a quiet confidence that seemed intended to reassure us that everything would be well.

I don’t think Savannah got the message or if she did her fiery retorts were her comedic way of trying to come to terms with what she was seeing – to deal with and accept this absurdly perverse situation.

“These clips are me dancing in the rain!” The clips were clearly pulling her lips far enough apart that you could see fully inside her and the silver ring that had recently been added was fully visible and shaped like a tiny cock with tiny jagged edges. She was clearly meaning they were a metaphor but at the time I didn’t quite understand what she meant.

My Aunt smiled proudly without touching or adjusting the painful looking silver teeth biting into her clit and stretching her lips apart.

“I wish you’d dance your ass back on in the house if you are out of fucking candy bars then,” Savannah’s sarcasm was funny but there was a subtle hint in her tone that she wished her mother wasn’t so keen on being humiliated and degraded.

“Ted wanted everyone to be able to fully see my piercing, even Maw-Maw,” My Aunt smiled wistfully ignoring the joke at her expense. “I agreed to this FOR those candy bars,” she smiled and declared “I love you both – you are good girls.” As she waddled back inside she told us from the wooden deck, “Enjoy the rain, girls. It IS going to be a hot one tomorrow.”

She knocked on the door and there was a long silence as they left her out in the rain to wait. The door opened and I heard my Aunt graciously thank Gene for finally opening the door and once it shut there was silence – except for the steady, pitter patter of rain drops splashing all over my naked, shivering body.