Chapter Sixty One

Oh sweetheart, you should probably only be as rude as you are pretty!


“I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy.” ~ Steve Martin



“Gah,” Savannah moaned in agony, “I REALLY have to fucking shit!”


There had been a long pause from the time her mother went inside, to the time she blurted that out; but I was thinking the same thing as her. My stomach felt like it was going to rupture from the pressure that was building.


“Me too!” I didn’t mean to sound so eager but the baseball bat had been pressing down on my rectum’s ‘poop’ button and the heavy weight was constantly telling my body I had to go, even if I probably didn’t. It was like an excruciating tease that constantly felt like I was about to go, but couldn’t.


“When they take this bat out of my ass, I may just hit Ted upside his fat head,” Savannah grunted a curse, like a dozen or more she had made since Donger had fled the yard, about this night sucking dicks worse than all other nights.


The rain had been off and on and right now it had stopped, leaving my naked body to cool in the night air. “I hate to admit it,” I decided to confess, “a part of me actually likes it.”


“Don’t go getting all psycho-slut like my Mom,” Savannah clearly didn’t share THAT feeling with me.


“I just mean that the way it feels,” I tried to explain how my blood felt warm, goose-bumps and tingles were shooting all over my body, “my pussy feels puffy, my tits are full – I can’t explain why something that should be horrifically painful feels like this.”


“You are turned on by it,” Savannah frowned pragmatically as she broke down what I was feeling into simple turns. “It’s like if your dirty uncle fingers you. You may not want HIM to be the one doing it to you – but if he knows what he is doing, you can’t help but get wet.”


“I guess it’s like that,” I mused – not having any frame of reference and thinking I might have chosen a different metaphor if I were trying to explain it. Her question made me think about something that had been brought up tonight. I asked her about what happened at the detention center.


“Why you want to dig up that old dog shit? It’s long since been buried,” Savannah spit. “This marker tastes like old man balls,” the marker Ted had used to write HO on our tongues did taste pretty gross.


“I can’t sleep like this,” I admitted and joked back commiserating over our shared suffrage, “I don’t want to spend all night listening to you bitch about the taste of old man balls. Did you have something else you would rather talk about to pass the time?”


“I could ask about that fucked up bitch Angel and her obsession with your little brother? What is that all about?” she chuckled but concluded, “I don’t give enough of a shit about it to really talk about it. So you really want to hear about last summer and the detention center?”


“When we first started our scam on the lawn here you didn’t want to do it,” I reminded her that her mom whispered something in her ear and she changed her her mind. “Was it the threat you might go back there?”


“Very observant,” she laughed. “You are a regular Quincy M.D.” She told me that this needed to stay between us and she was going to tell me what happened and that if I told, she would “skin my pussy lips and make a hand bag out of them.”


“I would pinky swear, cuz,” I offered sheepishly while casting a sidelong glance at her. Our hands and necks being duct-tape to the poles that bound us made that impossible.


“My mom didn’t always date guys.” She explained that at one time Joleen was her “step-mommy” and that was years ago. “My mom was a lot different then.” I asked Savannah to explain, but she didn’t go into a lot of detail.


I previously held the impression that Crystal had always lived in the Buckman and always been the same crass, rude, big-breasted, whiskey-voiced, cigarette smoking, adventurous woman she was when I first met her. It sounded like there was (as there often is) a part of the story I did not know about.


I could fill in the blanks from Savannah’s initial story that they used to live somewhere nice when Savannah was two or three years old. Their initial birth-father/SO left and Crystal was left to fend for herself – which she didn’t do very well. There was no mention of my mom helping and perhaps that caused a rift for many years – but Crystal had helped us and I felt bad wondering if my Mom had not helped them.


There had been an awkward confrontation between my Mom and Crystal on our first day – I wondered if it had been about my mom not helping Crystal. Mom wasn’t the kind of person who would refuse to help – but I couldn’t help but suspect that was exactly what had happened and why we never visited my Aunt until this summer when we needed them.


Crystal and her kids moved to the Buckman and were promptly taken advantage of by con-men, drug-dealers, liars, drunks, meth-heads, and thieves. Her mom’s first boyfriend at the Buckman was actually a girlfriend named Joleen.


Joleen had big fake tits and was slightly older than Crystal. She was also everything Crystal turned into from what I gathered – even more so. She helped Crystal get the money for a breast job and the two of them dated men/used them for money –while remaining together. Joleen wore the ‘pants’ in the relationship and Crystal was essentially her apprentice.


Joleen was a consummate con-artist who taught Crystal not only how to lie, manipulate and con, but how to do it with a smile; and how to make the guy you are tricking think you just did him a favor. She taught Crystal how to justify it by giving the man a little entertainment.


“He wants to give you his money. He wants to fix your problems. He wants you to thank him and be grateful –do it and take his money. You give him your time, gratitude and a little view up your skirt or down your blouse and he got what he wanted – you got what you wanted.”


It wasn’t long before Crystal had learned everything she could from Joleen and, as tempestuous relationships go, that one was destined to eventually come apart. The two of them would be on-again and off-again for many years, while Crystal continued to search for a ‘father figure’.


“I don’t think my mom wanted cock so much as she wanted a good father figure. I think she figured if she tried every guy in the fucking trailer park – maybe one of them would be worth a shit.” Savannah paused to add, “They weren’t.”


Savannah touched upon the fact that as a little girl she was eager to participate in these grifts with momma Crystal and sometimes Joleen. “It was harmless,” she would explain that she’d come out dressed even younger than she really was in pig-tails and pretend to be a brat for most of the cons. “I was cheesecake,” she admitted.


“Sweet-titty cheesecake,” I mused. That was a term I had heard Savannah and Crystal use.


“I was flat booby cheesecake,” she joked that until her boobs came in she was flat as a pancake. “I always had a cute little booty. I was known for my turd cutter,” she sounded very proud of how sexy her ass looked.


“You probably think my mom was an asshole for letting me be bait in her con-games?”


“I didn’t say that,” I was thinking it though, on some level.


“I wanted to help more, but mom actually tried to stop me. She’d let them look and gawk and even get a slap on my butt – but she did all the heavy lifting once they were nice and horny and ready to open their wallet. As I got older, we got a little more competitive about it.” I had already known this much.


“It was OUR thing,” she smiled in her voice. “Lloyd has always been her fair-haired, hero. He is the Quarterback, the Knight, the Cowboy, he is the one who gets the extra portions at dinner if there is left-overs and he can do no wrong in her eyes.” She didn’t sound jealous – more like she was stating the obvious.


“Mom and I teasing these tricks into paying our bills, buying me toys and all - to look at a flat chested, freckle faced little girl’s half- butt-crack hanging out of her bikini? Hell yeah!” She was lost in the nostalgia of her past. “It was just us – no Lloyd!”


She added that her mom didn’t see that much harm in the scams they played. “I didn’t have anything really for them to see – that they hadn’t already seen on someone else.” She pointed out that, "Around the Buckman so many girls walk around in tight stretchy pants, tiny skirts, and half-tops or tube tops and want attention by flashing – it wasn’t really that big of a deal to show the crack of my ass or the top of my nips. If he got a vicarious thrill out of seeing something he shouldn’t – he would probably go home and fuck the shit out of his old lady and be back the next day to play the game again with us.


“The guys got what they were after – and we got their money!” she explained.


That was essentially what we were doing now – I couldn’t see the failure in logic. It was playing on their perversions and on Savannah and Crystal’s greed. They didn’t have Ted or anyone making them live the scam as authentically as we were now – it was just a little game to pass the time and make a little cash.


“All you got to do is walk around with a camera and say you are going to make them a model and half of them will show you boobs without a second thought. We were getting paid to do what the others would do for free!”


It was win/win as far as Savannah was concerned – no harm, no foul.


“Getting paid for it – is called prostitution,” I joked.


“We were a little risque’ and slutty – it was kind of fun.” She ignored my joke.


I acknowledged her and said sarcastically, “Yeah – real fun.”


“Shut up, hooker.” She let out a genuine belly laugh at my sarcasm, “If I wanted any shit out of you I would yank that baseball bat out of your fat ass and watch it just sliiide out.”


She continued her story telling me as she blossomed, “sprouted tits and a nice tight ass,” that she could get the guys eating out of her palm and enjoyed making her mom uncomfortable by teasing them a little more each time they conned the guys out of money with a grift.


“Mom’s tits are fake as hell, but mine jut out and curve like a tear-drop – perfect angel-baby titties like natured intended,” she sounded VERY proud of those just then. She had acted like they weren’t much of a big deal before and she took them for granted, but in her voice I could hear her appreciation for them.


Instead of her mom stopping the games and cons, she only upped the ante’ in order to scare Savannah out of it. I asked Savannah what happened then and she guffawed “You know what happened. I ended up jerking off the ice-cream man for a rocket pop. I don’t fucking back down.”


Her having a bat up her ass when she was about to walk away was proof of that.


“As I started to hit puberty I didn’t want to do the cons anymore,” she explained they were cheap and gross and she didn’t want cute boys thinking she was a whore like Tawny Haislip and her mom. “I distanced myself from our little cons and mom was fine with that – she is inherently lazy and didn’t really want to do them either.”


She explained she always felt like the outsider here. She hadn’t been born in the Buckman and even though she started going to Kindergarten here – she always felt like she was from somewhere else or wished she did.


I wanted to interject here and say that it was a GOOD thing that she didn’t feel she fit in. The thing is though, while Savannah was the epitome of the Buckman to me, that I think maybe she over-compensated so she would actually fit in. This is the only life she had ever really known. She had become a tough, pig-tailed, blonde-haired tom-boy as a little girl with a foul mouth and an even fouler attitude, to get along in such a rough and tumble place.


“Tawny was kind of a rival of mine at school – at least until last year just before the end of the summer. In middle school I was one of the hottest girls at the school – all the teachers checked me out, the janitor, the 8th graders, 7th graders, 6th graders – I was hot shit.”


She explained that at high school she felt like a nobody; but Tawny rapidly climbed the ladder to be popular while she felt awkward and goofy. I found it difficult to believe a girl with such a perfect body and gorgeous face could feel awkward and goofy. It started to dawn on me that maybe I wasn’t nearly as plain as I thought – and suffered from the same self-conscious modesty, because guys definitely treated me like I was “hot shit” too.


If rent was due or they needed school clothes it appears they would dust off some old scams, but they put most of that behind them. Savannah also briefly touched upon the fact she had an early obsession with games of all sorts. “Truth or dare, scavenger hunts, charades.”


“Charades?” I grinned – wondering how that worked in Savannah’s world. That had always been such an innocuous game that I couldn’t see how it could be dirty or sexy.


“You ever play charades naked in a room with five thirteen year old boys? Every movie title has the word ‘tits’ in it” she explained with mirth in her voice.


She didn’t say how she got that obsession, but she touched upon a party she went to in third grade for Tawny. “She was my best friend at the time and her mom had all kinds of fucking party games. Her mom went out on a date and Tawny made us all take off our clothes to play them. We all giggled. We didn’t have any grass on the field to play ball – just a little flap of skin or a dinky-dicky.”


If I had to speculate – that is where she started to become fascinated by games and competition. She got caught up in winning more than she did playing the games.


“We didn’t have a proper game of Monopoly, or Life, or any of that shit,” she scoffed at the idea of a store-bought game and explained how she created “The game of Life” cobbled together from other games. “Chinese checkers, regular American checkers, Operation, Mousetrap, Sorry, Risk, Stratego, you name it – I mixed it all in there.”


“What does this all have to do with the Detention center?” I asked her.


“You got some place to go tonight?” she laughed at my impatient question, but skipped ahead to last summer.


“There are two versions to any story,” she explained that there was her version and then there was bullshit. “If you ask my Mom or Joleen the story would probably be a lot different.”


I wasn’t sure I was going to ask either of them, but I was enjoying her story. I was tired and I knew I needed to sleep. The rain would periodically start back up and stop.


“I wish this pissy-rain could make up its mind,” she stammered before explaining how things came to a head last summer. “When my tits sprouted they were like two tickets to any concert, store, or place I wanted to go. You don’t actually have to let them touch – it’s enough that you have them sometimes and guys start to fall over themselves to take you places. You’ll see if yours ever come in.”


“Hey,” I knew she was teasing but fired back, “You just see how many guys drool all over my tits tomorrow.”


“Darrrrr Titties!” She made a sound like someone deeply retarded drooling excitedly over my boobs and we both laughed.


She continued to tell me that as her ego grew, so did her desire to ignore any sort of curfew or listen to anyone. She started smoking, drinking, and coming and going as she pleased. “Mom was dating some other guy and he was giving me money just to keep me from telling about the time I found him stink-fingering me when I was sleeping – the thing is, I let him do it and I really wasn’t sleeping.”


She explained that she used to go to a church youth group regularly but there had been a scandal with “Pastor Gary” that shocked the whole community and she stopped going. “I was kind of jealous he hadn’t tried anything with me – I think he liked boys.”


I didn’t ask for any details. “I mean I know there are a lot of good Christian people but the Bible in some people’s hands is just as bad as the bottle in another guy’s hands if they start speaking for God and thinking they can do anything,” is all she said about that.


I had met Pastor Gary a few days earlier and knew he had truly fallen about as low as anyone could go – besides us anyway.


She said after she stopped going to church she started being cruel to others, manipulating and hurting people who tried to help her and stealing. “I was shoplifting two or three things a day – things I didn’t’ even need for the thrill of taking it.”


Savannah got caught and apparently had to do community service and pay back the merchandise she stole, which is where she started working at Krystal Burger “Or I’d have lock up in the detention center.”


“I had heard rumors about that place – but I just thought they were bullshit. You will probably think they are bullshit.”


“Why is that?” I had an open mind and no reason to doubt it.


“It’s just going to be hard for you to believe a place like this can exist openly I think,” she explained.


“We are in your front yard, completely naked, duct-taped with baseball bats up our ass, Savannah,” I said very matter-of-factly that I’d believe just about anything at this point.


“I started working at Krystal which is where Wayne and a bunch of other greasy little turds had a crush on me. The other girls they have working there are fatties or ugly as hell!” she seemed very pleased with herself that she wasn’t either of those things.


“I let them do my work for me, tricked them into thinking I was too sick, or too hurt or needed them to get something for me and let them do my work. I promised them dates if they showed me what a Gentleman they were – and then ‘forgot’ their number.”


Savannah was taking responsibility for a past of deceit and manipulation, but it really wasn’t anything that seemed all that different than a lot of girls who discover the power of their own sexuality can get them free stuff. “I was doing grifts without my mom and instead of letting them see a little crack or nipple – finding I could make more money by promising and never delivering. It was win for me and lose for them.”


Savannah explained that she was smug and happy with herself and back then feeling very jealous of Lloyd because he seemed to have things very easy and everyone liked him. “The thing is – they liked Lloyd because he is a good guy. He didn’t try to shit all over everything the way I did. I could steal something from my step-dad and then while he was bitching at me – make him feel 4 inches tall for bringing it up. I didn’t even have to rage – I just looked like I was about to boil over and simmer my anger and he would get worried. I would also point out what a small dick he had and that he probably shouldn’t try to put it in my mouth while I was sleeping and he would get so defensive he would forget why he was upset.”


She smiled – she remembered how much fun it was to toy with the “sick fuck”.


“I scared him off and Mom got back with Joleen,” she got serious for a minute. “My mom didn’t want to be alone and she didn’t know how to deal with me and so after I scared off a man she liked – she got back with Joleen.”


I wish I could have nodded in understanding but my head was taped looking straight ahead.


“Joleen told me if I didn’t straighten up she would take me down to the detention center and I would spend two weeks there.” Savannah paused and considered what she said in response. She told me she looked her right in the eye and stated, “I wished you would.”


My mom tried to warn me that Joleen worked there and she could make it happen. “Mom let me walk all over her, she slept in all day, didn’t make us lunch or dinner, I really didn’t think she was serious about it. I dared them to take me.”


There was a long pause while Savannah gathered the nerve to explain the rest. She asked if I wanted to hear it and I asked her to continue.


“They came for me in a dog-catcher truck,” she explained that Buckman county is all ran by Senior, otherwise they might have had their own vehicle; but they shared it with the animal rescue.


“It is named for some rich bitch donor from Cherry Lawn,” she described the Griffin Animal rescue as much nicer than the run-down teen detention center, “We were in the old animal rescue building.”


At first she didn’t believe they were serious when Joleen and “Ray-Ray” opened her bedroom door.


“I flipped them off and told them to get the fuck out of there before I shoved something up their ass they couldn’t remove,” Savannah’s voice snarled with a trace of her sarcastic humor. I asked her what happened next and she told me to hold my horses she was telling the “goddamned story”.


She paused as if to reflect on that moment when Joleen turned things around on her. “She only told me one thing and that was something that stuck with me. It hurt – it stuck in my craw.”


“Oh sweetheart, you should only be as rude as you are pretty,” Joleen had said to Savannah and it completely shut her up. It was one of those rare times when Savannah could only make things worse by commenting and her silence was an admission that she had just lost that exchange. It infuriated her, but on some level it forced her to accept the fact Joleen’s personality was stronger than hers. Savannah had not remembered losing a test of wills with another woman since the first grade and the acceptance of that hurt her more than she thought it would.


I would spend days afterward thinking about all the ways this probably bent Savannah up inside and twisted but the short version is that once Joleen had put Savannah in her place and made her feel she was just a bratty little girl acting too big for her britches – Savannah was no longer in control of the situation. She sought to get that control back at any cost.


“You are going to come with us for your own good. You are out of control. Your mom can’t deal with you – no one wants you to run around here with that attitude,” Joleen didn’t tell her how long they were going to be gone. “The court sent me out here to get you – there is no choice in the matter,” she had assured Savannah.


“They told me I could take some things but I asked “Wha-eye? It’s just going to get stolen there anyway.” Savannah said that Joleen told her it was just a curtesy to get teenagers to pack some things so they don’t panic. “They were going to take everything from me,” Savannah was reliving that day. She stripped completely naked and walked out of the trailer with them.


“I was trying to shock them. Show them I wasn’t a’scared,” Savannah sounded scared as she relived it. She balked when they told her to step into the back of the dog-truck, but she eventually squatted down and was transported to the detention.


“The first few days they hose you down, feed you in a cage and don’t let you out of it. They said this was for my own good. They said the other girls would love to have a blonde little bitch like me. They told me I would either get adopted or work off my community service and it was going to be up to me which way it went,” she sounded wistful.


“If you don’t do exactly what they say – they whip your ass. This was no lost bet with Ted. This was holding you down and whip your ass and it fucking HURT,” the way Savannah explained didn’t make it sound brutal. She seemed proud she had endured the training and rough tactics they used.


She said there were about thirty other teenage girls once she got to general population. They were taught how to suck cock, eat pussy, and if they were still virgins then they weren’t made to “work”.


If Savannah had been through some kind of ordeal last summer it explained why she didn’t always seem as freaked out as I did about how embarrassing and humiliating some of the sexuality was. I had just thought she was more comfortable with her body and could put on a false bravado – and maybe that was still true!


Savannah did not explain and I was a little embarrassed to ask exactly how they were taught to suck cock or eat pussy. I pictured a large ogre of a man with a cat of nine tails in leather pants and shirtless. He was standing in front of a chalkboard and spoke like a German Professor, “Unt’ Today, we are learning the eating pussy technique of using the tongue, Herr Fraulein, would you please demonstrate for the class?”


I would imagine it wasn’t quite as humorous as my imagination told me it was, for her to have to demonstrate mastery over the art of sucking dicks and eating pussy. She told me there was an entire education system to train the girls to accept certain fetishes and be pleasing to older men and women. “Rich guys like some weird shit,” was all she would comment on most of it. “I just humored them, smiled and did what I had to do,” Savannah could have just as well been talking about tonight instead of that previous summer.


She said the working girls were taken out to do ‘road work’. They would be taken alongside some road and then truckers, and anyone who knew where they would be that day, would come and buy a paper plate from Joleen or one of the other supervisors. The paper plate had a condom taped to it and they turned it in to whatever girl they wanted and fucked her. If she had enough paper plates she could stop working that day – if they didn’t, then they were beaten.


I would have found it hard to believe that the county would be involved in anything as corrupt as that – but we hadn’t seen the cops and we’ve been showing our asses all week down at the pool. I had no reason to doubt Savannah’s story was true.


“I was in the adoption center,” she explained that she was on display with her legs above her head and her tits exposed all day splayed wide on a pedestal. “Every now and then a rich looking douche-bag from Cherry Lawn would come by looking to adopt. He’d check our teeth, our asses, and tell us to pose for him. They were going to sell me to some rich bastard and my mom never came to visit or get me!”


I was really shocked to hear this. “Wow, I can really picture that.”


“Yeah, it is a real Kodak moment. Fifteen other twats along with me, all on our own little wooden stages with our legs high above our head playing with our asses and pussies. They usually kept us blind-folded to protect the identity of the rich bastards who came to watch us. There were some looky-loos there every day to check me out.”


She sounded disappointed that the same guy would come to watch but never buy – as if she would get the money.


“Once the guy had played with his adopted daughter long enough – he could return her to work the road-gang and he could get a new one.”


“That sounds awful!” I empathized with how alone and terrified she must have felt. She told me that the guards had them suck their cocks all the time. “That is why I don’t cry like a baby when I have to swallow a teaspoon of cum. You just pretend it’s mayonnaise or something and swallow – a second later it’s gone.”


That was good advice – I would try to remember.


She added woefully, “You do realize you are a cum-gobbler and the guy is kind of laughing at you for being such a slut-piggy and swallowing his load – but if that gets him off then he can think what he wants.”


I smiled at her description. I was curious about the humiliations and embarrassments that she had to go through in the detention center, but that would be a full story by itself.


“If you want to know who your friends are – go to jail.” She pointed out that no one came for her –not Lloyd, her mother, anyone. She was completely on her own in there and it weighed on her. It made her feel a sense of betrayal and abandonment that I couldn’t really understand.


My father and mother were here. They had been gone for over a week really – but I knew they were working towards getting our lives back on track.


“The thing was,” Savannah explained that she liked it.


“I liked the feeling of being on my own. I liked being independent and not being able to count on anyone- only having myself. We were fed a little bowl of shitty oatmeal every day and if she tried to take it, then it was up to me whether to smash her head into the ground or accept it.”


That sounded understandable to me.


“We were allowed to walk single file to the hole every day,” she explained there was a hole in the outdoor courtyard where all the girls were allowed to relieve themselves for five minutes under guard supervision. “At first I wasn’t going to allow any of the guards to watch me drop a turd-ball from my ass and I held it in.”


She paused as if waiting for me to make a snide remark before continuing, “They just laughed because they knew eventually I had to. It wasn’t anything they hadn’t seen before. I eventually liked doing it. I enjoyed pissing them off by just squatting and not letting it bother me – being the beast shitting in a hole they wanted me to be.”


I didn’t understand, but then I started to wonder if that is why Crystal was doing what she was doing. That might explain it – although I think there was more to it than that.


“I REALLY liked being on a pedestal. I liked being judged and graded. I liked how the rich bastards treated me like a Lamborghini or Porsche. I proudly pulled myself apart and let them smell, sniff, touch, and even finger me with a smile on my goofy face.”


Had I heard her correctly? I should have asked what she liked about it. Does that mean she actually likes what we were doing now?


Did I like what we were doing now? Did I like what was happening to me and the attention I was getting? I was so confused. I certainly liked the money we were making, although the discomfort and humiliation was often nearly unbearable. She had given me so much to puzzle on and think about. It was a pity my mind was so tired due to exhaustion. I wanted to slump against the garden hoe and just pass out, but it was so difficult to shut my eyes while standing up.


“So why didn’t one of them adopt you?” I was surprised to hear her admit this. She hadn’t told me she liked any of what we were doing this past week.


“I was too fucking expensive!” She laughed at how obvious that should have been. “These motherfuckers wanted to pay Budweiser budget for Champagne budget!”


“So how did you get out?” I asked.


“Good fucking question,” Savannah said that her mom had met Ted and decided to stop seeing Joleen. “Mom came back to get me so we could play house at the trailer for Teddy-pie, I guess.”


That didn’t quite add up to me and I wanted to ask more questions about her experience. I started to find myself falling asleep standing up. I yawned and couldn’t keep awake.


She told me something about how the experience had made her nice again – for a time. “I wasn’t as full of rage and spite as I was, I was not a monster with boobs anymore. We got along,” she said as my eyes began to shut and I nodded off. I remember her saying something about how everyone just acted as if nothing had changed and she had just been at summer camp or something as I drifted into a well-deserved slumber.


“My story bore you that fucking much?” was the last thing I heard Savannah say as I drifted off to sleep. I had finally succumbed to sleep and despite the fear I might fall over while I slept standing up – I had no choice but to pass out where I stood. I was naked and wet and totally exhausted – with no fight or will left to remain awake.


My dreams were torrents of erotic imagery. Discipline rooms in girls prisons dedicated to treating girls like cattle to be auctioned off to the highest bidder and punish them. In my dream there were nautilus machines like at a gym where we would have our tits attached to weights and demonstrate how well we could lift them with our most intimate body parts over and over – or sit on increasingly larger dildos. Conner or someone in a lab coat measured the size of my nipples, the roundness of my asshole, how far I could stick my tongue out and all my measurements on a clipboard to chart my progress –judging me and nodding and talking to one another.


I don’t know how long I really got to sleep, but there were several dreams all back to back. I didn’t get to write them down the way I did that first dream, so I forgot them. All I can remember is that in some dreams my own parents are coming to get me at the detention center and I am promising them I will be good over and over. My father looks at me with disdain and asks how I can be good if I am willing to show myself in such a vulgar way, over and over, and I say, “It is the only way I can be adopted.”


“Why do you want to be adopted?” he asks. “You have a family!”


I can’t remember, but I think I confronted him and asked him where he was. He said he was “With Mr. Sanderson.” and yawned; and I awoke confused and sore, still shivering, still duct-taped to the pole in the yard.


The sun was just cracking over the garbage dump like a bright orange egg and I heard Savannah tease me awake, “You snore like a bear with a cock down her throat.”


“Thanks, Cuz,” I coughed and shook my head. The rain had stopped and the morning sun was starting to dry me. “Do you know a Mr. Sanderson?” I asked her while trying to make sense of my dream.


“He is a creepy neighbor who keeps walking his dog past every ten minutes,” she giggled. Zeus and Ares would bark every time he came past, but their barking was so frequent that it seemed like background noise and I paid no real attention to it.


An older gentleman wearing a fishing hat, powder blue trousers cinched up past his waist and a striped shirt, walked a small poodle slowly past us moments after I asked her that question.


“Hello, Mr. Sanderson,” Savannah sighed the name as if she was not surprised he was making yet another lap down the street and she was bored with him.


He nodded a greeting and kept walking as if our being naked and tied up was as normal as two girls setting up a lemonade stand in the front yard.


“Creepy motherfucker will keep walking all morning I think,” she giggled that he hasn’t’ said a word yet. “I have to piss so fucking bad,” she started to spray yellow mist as she released a stream of pee, “I’ve been holding it in until he passed by.”


“Are we even allowed to pee?” I wasn’t sure if we might get in trouble.


“Fuck it,” Savannah grunted with satisfaction, as she let the piss drain from her bladder spray freely on the grass around her feet. “When you gotta go – you gotta GO!”


“I thought I heard his name in my dream,” I admitted to her with a puzzled expression and briefly told her my dream while I pissed as well – I felt a little guilty and apprehensive I might get punished, but I really enjoyed relieving myself after a long uncomfortable night on a garden hoe.


Savannah smiled while I relayed my dream to her and said that happens when she falls asleep with the television on and thinks she is on the Jerry Springer show. “I once thought I was on there in just bra and panties, but it was just the television fucking with my head.”


The next time Mr. Sanderson came walking from the opposite direction Savannah teased him again, “You sure do like to walk that dog a lot,” she mused playfully, “hasn’t he pooped yet, Sir?”


Savannah clearly liked to poke the bear – tease him for gawking even though she was the one who was naked.


“You know,” he stopped in the road and with a great deal of frustrated consternation added, “Ever since you were a little girl you’ve been running around Glory Hill with no panties and your skirts flying everywhere!”


“Oh?” she remarked hopefully. “What were you doing looking up a little girl’s skirt when she is running around playing?”


He was flabbergasted to be confronted and quickly changed the subject, “You know I could very well call the police!”


“For what, Sir?” Savannah grinned her comment towards the elderly man. He was clearly frustrated and staring at us both with anger and a little lust. I had seen that look a dozen times a day at the pool when someone wanted to spank me for being the rich snot they thought I was.


I found it kind of funny that she would call him “sir”, as if it were respectful while at the same time mocking him. I guess technically she couldn’t really be in trouble, although it sort of violated the spirit of the speech restrictions we had been given.


“Why! For lewd behavior, that is what!” Sanderson was flustered to have even been asked. “I’ve been out here when you and your hussy of a mother have been sunbathing in skimpy bikinis with your tops precariously untied and I thought that was repugnant!”


I thought he was going to walk over and get in Savannah’s face, but he stayed on the road. It was almost as if he had created an invisible barrier for himself and would not cross it.


“Oh you are having a good fucking look,” Savannah dismissed his feigned outrage out of hand and told him defiantly “Well, get yourself a real god-damned good look. We aren’t going anywhere for a while. You don’t have to keep pretending you are walking your dog if you just want to stare.”


“I am NOT staring. I was deciding whether or not I should tell someone about it!” he was clearly bewildered by what we were doing and he hated being confronted by Savannah and called out. I was positive he was just trying to offer an excuse to take the moral high ground about looking at us.


“Wha-eye?” Savanah asked in her sassy, drawn out accent, “So they can come look at the two naked girls too?”


“Certainly not,” Mr. Sanderson was choosing his words more carefully so that Savannah couldn’t turn them around on him. “Who is this other girl you have out here with you?”


“It’s my cousin, Sir,” Savannah’s tone dared him to reply by asking, “Anything you else want to know?”


“What would you two do if a school child were to have come walking down the street?” he quickly changed the subject.


“I’d tell them to get back in bed,” Savannah informed him it was summer vacation.


“Well,” he searched for a response and stammered, “Well, perhaps they have summer school!”


“I guess I would tell them to have themselves a really good fucking look,” Savannah offered as if being naked and vulnerable this way didn’t bother her in the least, “They would get a little thrill I guess.”


Mr. Sanderson had become tongue tied. “I suppose this is one of your little dare games you two are doing – showing the world you have perfect little bodies and no shame?” he said after a minute or so of quiet fuming.


“How would you even know I play ‘little’ dare games?” Savannah managed to imply there were air quotes around the word little without being able to use either hand.


“I have heard rumors,” Mr. Sanderson said without hesitation.


“What are you doing talking rumors about a teenage girl who lives three trailers down from you?” Savannah managed to make him feel dirty for talking about her and avoided his question expertly. “Don’t you need to get home to your wife, or do you still have some booby watching to do this morning, Sir?” was enough to have him turn-tail and start to retreat.


He would have walked away in frustration if the door hadn’t creaked opened behind us. We couldn’t turn our head to see who it was but it was probably only 4:30 am and way too early for Ted to be awake.


“Jackpot!” Gene had one of those annoying teenage boy voices that is always cracking as it fluctuates from his childhood high pitch to the deeper one he would have as he matured. He sounded like a boy who just woke up to find a tree full of presents on Christmas morning as he rushed over to us. I could sense the eye-roll from Savannah as he came up behind me and breathed down my neck while caressing my body.


“Who is this? Your boyfriend?” Mr. Sanderson had a new reason to turn around and stare, and he took the opportunity to do just that.


“No, it’s my other cousin,” Savannah was about to scold Mr. Sanderson the way she had earlier for asking questions about her, when Gene grabbed her nipples and twisted hard.


“Titty twister!” he exclaimed with a brilliant laugh, “That’s for not saying Sir! And being respectful.”


“Jesus Gene,” Savannah quickly added a “Sir!” as he had really wrenched her nipples with his hands into a savage twist, “Don’t rip my nipples off!”


Gene gleefully yanked them again the opposite direction, like two radio dials and corrected her, while she exclaimed, “Goddamn motherfucker! Don’t rip my nipples off, fucking please! – Jesus Christ that hurt.”


He made a ‘tut, tut, tut’ noise by kissing the air with his lips and shook his head, “You make this too easy, Savannah!”


He stood in front of her and flicked his tongue like he was eating pussy to taunt her.


“I wish you would,” she dared him with her saucy Southern arrogant attitude, offering him a look somewhere between pity and disgust.


He stood right in front of her and without warning began to diddle her clit with his finger – openly masturbating her.


Savannah moved her legs back and forth and was clearly starting to get stimulated from his finger. “Gene,” She pretended she wasn’t as she complained, “You are like a broken remote control for the television, Sir.”


She didn’t forget the sir that time – it was crisp and right there at the end of her sentence.


“How is that?” Gene was enjoying fingering my cousin while ogling her bouncing tits as her hips started to quiver at his touch.


“You try to turn me on by pressing my buttons,” she scrunched her nose at him and stared him down with her baby blues, “but you keep turning me off!”


“Hardee, har, har,” Gene sarcastically held up a finger and said that, “pussy don’t lie. You were getting turned on.”


“Ted could handle your cock for you and I am sure it would make it hard – it doesn’t mean it turns YOU on,” Savannah denied the sexual stimulation occurred legitimately. “Well in your case – maybe it WOULD turn you on.”


Gene and her began to argue about how the body could secrete fluids if the physical stimulation is there, but Savannah maintained it didn’t mean she actually LIKED what he was doing to her.


“So if you don’t like it – why do you stand there naked and let him do it to you?” Mr. Sanderson offered from the side of the road.


“You are still here?” Savannah’s response was very unwelcoming. “What a shocker that is, that you are still watching.” We couldn’t move our heads far enough to actually look over in his direction, but I could see him standing there with his dog in my peripheral vision.


Gene reached both hands out to clutch Savannah’s tits when she offered helplessly, “Sir…Sir!!”


“Too late,” Gene wrenched Savannah’s nipples, giving her a painful titty twister. She didn’t want to give him the pleasure of seeing her pained-expression, much less a yelp of anguish, but I knew it hurt from experience. I also knew she was secretly logging yet another reason to give this boy some payback once we were free. He told her to be nice to the man and explain why she is out here.


“Surely, to show off to the whole world how youthful and attractive she is and lord it all over the rest of us!” Mr. Sanderson ventured the highly unlikely guess that we stuck bats up our own asses and duct-taped ourselves to the garden hoes because we wanted to ‘show off’ how sexy and hot our asses were.


“I went on a date last night,” Savannah offered the official explanation we were going to have to give all day, “and instead of following my step-dads rules I ignored all seven of them, Sir.”


Gene hadn’t removed his hands from Savannah’s tits – he began to squeeze them ripe oranges to get her to be more forthcoming. “Ouch! You little bastard!” Savannah mumbled, but continued, “I got fucking Billy Riggins and my cousin let Ryan Jacobi fuck her up her ass, and so my step dad decided to teach us both a lesson by sticking baseball bats up our ass and leaving us taped up outside naked since we were such show-offs at the party, Sir. Does that answer your question?”


Ryan had taken my virginity –deflowered me. He hadn’t fucked me up the ass. Savannah may have assumed I had done the same thing she did to protect my virginity. I had been naïve I guess. I think this is where a misconception began that would haunt Ryan more than me.


“So you are being punished?” Mr. Sanderson’s tone was pure pleasure as he made absolutely certain that he understood what he had just heard about the snotty, show-off, condescending neighbor girl who had obviously been a bit of an erotic obsession of his for quite some time.


“No, I just wanted...,” Savannah was about to roll a snotty ball of sarcasm his way, when Gene sunk his fingernails into the meat of her tits and clutched them with all his might to remind her of her position. “Yes sir, I am being punished and I am sorry for being such a shitty neighbor to you for all these years, obviously Sir.”


I thought we might just have our very first customer of the day by the way Savannah had deftly gone from defiant neighbor brat, to slut willing to be put in her place. The problem being Gene had no idea how the scam was to work and was more interested in kneading and pulling on his cousin’s perky bare breasts than he was enticing the man to open his wallet.


“My Uncle would probably let you spank her ass for twenty bucks, Sir,” I finally opened my big mouth. I was able to perfectly harness the demeanor of someone who was jealous of her blonde cousin and who wanted to see her get in trouble.


“You hush your rich bitch mouth,” Savannah was quick to turn on me – but she seemed to know instinctively what I was trying to do and played along, “You’d probably suck his dick for half of that, if there was a sale on Fendi bags at Prada.”


I was often made to seem like I loved designer products, though I don’t think they even sell Fendi bags at Prada – I had no idea.


“I might just do it for a hundred,” I laughed haughtily to show her up; and told the man that Ted had let someone else, who Savannah pissed off, do that ‘one time before’.


It had actually been an incalculable number of times since the start of the week. It was really the meat and potatoes of our entire scam.


Gene didn’t understand what we were doing and wanted to take control of the show back. “Don’t talk – you two are talking too much!!” he demanded.


The door opened behind him and I heard his mother shriek, “Gene! Get away from those sluts!”


“Awwww,” Gene whined and answered, “Yes Mommy.” He gave Savannah a conciliatory tit squeezing and released her tits to bounce freely with the pole from the garden hoe between them like a long, thick, wooden dildo.


“I told you not to mess with them!” Daisy stomped down the wooden deck and as she did my skin began to crawl with fresh new terrors at her harsh attitude. She had a confident stride and she sounded like she was now fresh and full of piss and vinegar from a good night sleep.


“How are my two favorite sluts this morning?” She clearly expected a reply.


“Fine Ma’am,” Savannah and I both answered something of the sort.


Daisy was already talking again before we were finished – clearly not caring how we were actually doing, “How about you introduce me to this handsome gentleman?”


Daisy strutted out into my field of vision towards him to greet him. She had extra tight cut-off jeans that made it seem like she had twenty pounds of ass stuffed into jeans meant for ten pounds of ass. She had on a white half-shirt that was intended to show off her very large torpedo like jugs and she had done her hair and make-up as trashy-sexy as possible.


She had tried to look good the day before for men and she had said she didn’t want any attention. There were a few guys who remembered her nickname as a teenager was “Daisy Dukes” because of the tight jean-shirts she was known for – and it seemed despite all her complaining against it – she was going to give them a little look today.


I am sure once Daisy had realized how much money was at stake and could be earned – she probably decided it was worth it to show a little skin. I think on some level though she was thriving from the attention because she seemed eager to get Mr. Sanderson’s reaction.


Gene blew in his hand like they were hot and said “Wow, Mom! You are dressed muy caliente’!”


“This is America son,” she blew off her son’s compliment dismissively, telling him with a look of disappointment, “We speak Aenglish!” she put the emphasis on the word English to sound as redneck as possible.


“Now who is this handsome young man,” Daisy flirted her eyes at him while expecting one of us to introduce him.


“He is Mr. Sanderson, Ma’am,” I offered his name first. “He was just saying he wouldn’t mind smacking Savannah’s ass to teach her a lesson for twenty dollars.”


“You are out here hustling twenty dollars?” Daisy spun her heels on me with mock fury as she feigned outrage over the blatant offer. “I SHOULD make you both bend over and let him spank your entire asses for the money you wasted last night in gas trying to find your horny little asses!!”


“No please, not that!” I could barely believe how little I was afraid of the man’s bare hand spanking my ass. After what I had been through all night – a spanking from him didn’t scare me at all.


“You see how these two are?” Daisy turned to smile at Mr. Sanderson and get him to empathize with her. He was nodding and smiling, and unless I missed my guess he was about to reach for his wallet and negotiate something.



That is when Ted came bursting through the trailer door with Conner and Crystal. I could hear him smacking his lips and teasing my Aunt, “C’mon, let’s go see my favorite little sluts! Your nasty little daughter and niece.”


I heard my Aunt mumble “Yesff Sir.” as he walked her out into plain sight. I could sense the look on Mr. Sanderson’s face go from total disbelief, at the absurdly obscene sight of three naked women on the lawn, to outright overjoyed. He was still by the road and I couldn’t quite make out his expression, but I imagined this nice old man’s face to look like when he saw us.


I need to take a moment to paint for you the picture of how my Aunt was presented to us on the lawn. If you can imagine old Mr. Sanderson’s face when he unexpectedly saw two pretty, young teenagers naked and taped to a garden hoe with baseball bats sticking out of their ass and their hands cuffed behind their backs I would like you to double that reaction for my Aunt.


She was wearing back-seamed neon yellow fishnet stockings and clunky, black stiletto heels that had been duct-taped around her ankles so they would’t fall off. The stockings were torn and ripped in places and came up mid-thigh and the bright color drew your eye to the line that went along the back of her perfectly toned legs. My Aunt had a killer body and the stockings only emphasized the shapeliness of her legs.


She was wearing a white, lace apron babydoll with red ruffles. If you don’t know what a babydoll is don’t worry about it I didn’t either until I saw my Aunt had a collection of over a dozen of them when I first arrived at the Buckman. I remember her showing them to me and saying how expensive they were and how she was addicted to buying them at Frederick’s of Hollywood. I remember asking her how she could afford them and she smiled and said that “Gentleman who wanted to see me in them had always given them as gifts”.


This particular babydoll had plenty of cleavage and separation so that both of the enormous tits were set apart far enough you could see my Aunt’s breastbone completely bare.


I knew that not only were these babydolls very precious to her but that she reserved them for someone special who had bought them for her. It seemed like a mockery that she was now wearing it openly in public.


It did nothing to cover her large nipples and perfect tits that were now ringed with heavy, large silvered hoops pressing under the white lace. She had clothespins stuck on each nipple over the apron. It tied around the waist but the back was completely open.


She had matching silvered hoop earrings on underneath her hair. The hair had been done like someone from the 1980s when you hear the term “big hair”. Everything was an exaggeration – her make-up was slutty but almost clownish.


Bright blue mascara, dark eye-shadow, ruby-red glossy lipstick. It was as if an 11 year old had been given access to the most expensive make-up in my Aunt’s caboodles of makeup and been told to do a make-over. I would imagine Sara and Daisy probably both had a hand in it..


All of the body writing from the night before had been washed off and only one new

was visible. The word “WH” and “RE” had been written on each of the cheeks on her face in red lipstick on each cheek.


Welts and whip marks criss-crossed her body and the normally graceful well-muscled openly exposed back.


Once you looked at her mid-section you could see that she was smoothly shaven and your eye was drawn to the single matching silvered hoop in the center of her clit. I have previously had to describe my Aunt’s pussy for comparison to my own as a perfect slit with just a hint of pink.


They had duct taped two lines of six clothes pins on her upper inner thighs so that they pulled open and apart her pussy lips fully. She could only walk in small steps because the clothes pins were attached to a single string on each side that was tied to her big toe and the effect made her walk slightly hunched over with her breasts pushed out and her ass prominently presented as she waddled.


Between her ass cheeks was a silver-metallic golf-club putter (the putter end was sticking out). The handle of the putter was nowhere to be seen – it had been packed in her tightly.


She had a lengthy chain leash ending in a neon pink plastic handle attached to her collar that Ted was leading her around on. She wasn’t quite crawling but she had to heel at his side like a sexual-creature or beastie that fawned over its master like some kind of carnal minion in a B movie.


Her hands had been cuffed behind her head with her fingers interlaced together, which only accentuated how far her tits were pushed out and presented. She could only walk about like an upright monkey from side to side with a bow-legged waddle because of how she had been bound.


Lastly, she had a soft, black, leather O-ring gag in her mouth. The affect was that she could not close her mouth and drool and spit freely hung from her chin and dripped down her tits.


They had pulled her tongue through the ring gag and clipped clothes pins so that the tongue could not be pulled back in.


Even I was shocked and after a week like this – I would consider myself not easily shocked.


”Where the fuck is O.J?” Ted asked while interrupting Mr. Sanderson and making him uncomfortable with Ted’s usual brash, abrasiveness. He shrewdly noted how Mr. Sanderson reacted to his wife but pretended to be completely oblivious to the man's reaction – as if his wife's appearance and ours for that matter was completely normal.


Ted is the kind of man who exudes a certain kind of testosterone. Around men like O.J.’s bodyguard S.S. or Billy Riggins he seems like a runt who tries too hard to seem tough and obviously isn’t. Around men like Mr. Sanderson he seems like an arrogant, braggart who makes them uncomfortable because Ted likes to bully weaker beta-males like them.


He had no use for Mr. Sanderson and ignored him even when Daisy tried to explain that she had just about convinced him to spank us. “He can come down to the pool later. It’s going to be a big day. We’ve got so many events. I hope you girls are ready!”


“Ready to get this bat out of my ass, Sir!” Savannah bridged the line between snarky-funny and respectful as she wiggled her ass. She knew it was no good to get him to listen to Daisy and I think on some level she was thrilled that this particular neighbor didn’t get to spank her. She had contempt for most dirty old men – but it seemed particularly strong towards him. I think her contempt only made him more interested in her though.


“Not until Odd-Jobs gets here,” Ted was wearing white-cut off shorts and a red t-shirt that said ‘Give me head, until I am dead’ . He was texting on his new iPhone and eating an apple as he pulled his wife by a leash around her neck behind him around the yard. My Aunt struggled to keep up and I could sense how painful it was to move quickly, with all the pinching of the clips and wires tied tightly.


“Can I ask what your wife did to be punished?” Mr. Sanderson offered in a soft-spoken, polite, nice-old man tone.


Ted took a bite of his apple, belched, rubbed his fat belly and pushed my Aunt’s face down to his ass before farting right on her nose. “There is a kiss for you baby.”


“Thank you Sir!” Crystal sounded delighted and articulated the words almost perfectly while her tongue was held captive by the clips in her O-ring gag. He paid no attention to her as he continued to check his phone and tuned out Mr. Sanderson as well.


“They should be here in a few minutes and we’ll get Lloyd later today. I guess Terry wanted to keep him late and was willing to pay for the privilege,” he smiled with pride at his money-making enterprise. He looked over at Savannah and I, and drank us in for the first time.


We must have looked pretty pathetic, with our hair all ratty from being left out in the rain naked. “You two look like sweet, little daisies with titties!” he smiled at us beaming with a twisted pride at his transformation of us.


“Petunias?” Daisy tried to get him to pick a different flower for comparison purposes, but he ignored her as well. He was the General, and even though Daisy was one of the bosses, Ted was not going to talk to her like a peer. She was one of his officers in the army of sluts he commanded and he wanted her to know that by the way he acted.


“Did you tell them what I told you?” Ted asked his sister.


She obviously hadn’t, because she looked at us and said “You are going to be very popular down at the pool today – real popular!”


“Yeah, we kind of figured that, Ma’am,” lemony-toned sarcasm from Savannah flowed effortlessly out of her mouth in response.


“You are going to admit you both went out and got fucked last night to everyone,” Daisy continued without acknowledging Savannah’s response. “Your pussy and asshole is off limits because you enjoy that too much – BUT, you are going to suck so many dicks that you are going to lose track – is that understood?”


“Spankings take too long and if you get good at sucking dicks you can use your hands to prep the next guy,” Ted looked me straight in my eye. I had never noticed he was actually shorter than me by an inch or two until that moment. “You have a problem with that precious?”


“How many dicks do we have to suck, Sir?” I had given blowjobs before, but not in the magnitude and frequency where I’d have a whole line of guys waiting; and from what Ted said that is what it sounded like.


“Enough to make enough to pay for all the bills you two rang up!” Ted scoffed. “You aren’t the innocent you let on to be Ellen. I was going easy on you because you acted like this big virgin – but you clearly aren’t!”


Ryan, Odd-Jobs, and SS pulled up in the golf-cart as Ted was speaking and Ted stopped talking to us to go over and greet the other men. “Hey! Catfish is down setting things up at the pool!” he had abruptly ended his discussion with us. Mr. Sanderson was still standing there waiting to continue his negotiation with Daisy, or someone, for Savannah’s comeuppance at his hand – but the men ignored him to strategize the morning.


“Your Uncle wanted you to fuck, suck, and do everything. But your Aunt convinced him she would literally do anything he wanted, with anyone he wanted, if he didn’t fully turn you two twats out,” Daisy whispered to us so that only we could hear.


She turned to Gene, “Stop trying to be up my ass! Get back in the house. You aren’t part of this shit!”


“Aww Maw-awm!” Gene whined; but he was soon shooed back in the house, despite his protests that Conner was his age and he could be twice as devious and strict. “Conner doesn’t belong out here either, but I am not his mom,” Daisy made no bones about her rivalry with Conner. She didn’t like him and showed him no respect. “I am yours and you aren’t supposed to be seeing all this! Now run along before I let Mr. Sanderson spank YOUR ass for five dollars.”


I could see Mr. Sanderson’s ears perk up as he heard his name but Daisy ignored him and turned to us, “You two better play ball today,” Daisy assured me that my mom and dad would be told everything I did if I even once tried to welsh on the bet. “Ted won your asses fair and square. You two have been dragging ass and trying to get out of the bet. Today is a BIG money day. I want to put a down payment on a car – so you are going to behave. If you do, then Ted and I will try to limit the things we make you do – if not, we are going to run your pussies so hard and deep I’ll be able to drive my fucking car right up your ass – do you understand?”


“My mom didn’t have to do shit to protect me,” Savannah seemed offended her mom had made arrangements to protect her.


“It was more for Ellen, dear,” Crystal had been intended to hear Savannah’s protest and she acknowledged it. “I don’t want to get her in trouble with her parents. I know you’d be a good slut for Ted and fuck anyone he wanted for money – wouldn’t you?”


When Crystal put it like that Savannah wasn’t sure what to say. She was offended she was being coddled and protected by her mother’s sacrifice. I saw it as sweet and loving, and a twisted way that Crystal could offer us a little protection; but Savannah didn’t process it that way. I think she might have on some level known it was well-intentioned, but when Crystal said she knew Savannah would be a good girl for Ted that was all Savannah needed to hear in order to accept her mother’s protection without further protest.


“I would NOT,” Savannah sneered, “I hate being his little bitch!”


“I know you do, my love,” Crystal offered genuine sweetness in return. Her tongue went to great effort to form the words through the gag so that we could understand them.


“Stop slobbering your fucking cum-spit all over me,” Savannah barked angrily at her mom in a huff.


“Are you two little shits going to play ball? We can all make a crap-ton of money off this, but I need to know if you are in it to win it?” Daisy didn’t care about the spat between the two of them. “It’s fine if you want to pretend to be a brat in order to wind up the tricks,” she told Savannah, “but the way we are going to be rolling down at the pool you won’t have a lot of time for elaborate set ups and one on ones. You are going to put on shows for groups of guys. Ted said we can make ten thousand today by his calculations,” Daisy’s mind was spinning with the thought of all that money.


“Ted can’t count to twenty one without taking off his gloves, shoes and pants, Ma’am,” Savannah made sure Ted heard her.


He turned his head back to us. He had been talking to Odd-Jobs about his ideas and the two of them seemed to be having a heated discussion. “I know you aren’t trying to piss me off before you get that bat out of your ass. You want to keep it shoved all the way up your ass all day – just keep trying me!” he turned back to Odd-Jobs and continued his discussion.


“Wow,” Mr. Sanderson offered kindly and apologetically said, “I had no idea what a stickler your step-father was about your behavior. I am sorry – I didn’t know it was like THIS,” something in his tone must have rubbed Savannah the wrong way. I think it was how he may have been implying disgust or disapproval, although it was probably unintentional because he was about to walk away after that.


“Don’t feel sorry for me you sick, twisted old-fart,” Savannah’s rage was simmering as she lashed out at the one person who seemed powerless to make her life miserable. “You stood out here for an hour watching me squirm on this pole and your dick has been hard this whole time!”


“I beg your pardon?” he stammered like a guilty person who was hiding something and quite embarrassed. “I just offered you my condolences for the punishment you are facing. I was saying I thought it seemed overly harsh. Why are you lambasting me?”


“You don’t know my life,” Savannah coldly snapped at him, “You don’t know the rotten, mean-shit I am on punishment for – who are you to judge if this punishment fits the crime? What if it does? What if having a bat shoved straight up my cute-little ass made me behave myself?” I wasn’t sure where Savannah was going with this, but the men stopped their conversation to listen to my cousin’s tirade.


“You and your high and mighty self-righteousness,” she insulted him. “You want to look, but as soon as you hear they are going to make us suck cocks all day to pay back the money we spent – you rush off so you don’t have to pay?” she threatened him – dared him to listen to her with her voice.


“It’s not that at all,” Sanderson was flabbergasted. “I have a wife at home and I just thought I’d offer my sympathy is all.”


“You thought you’d cheap your way out of here, watching and not paying,” Savannah urged him and that is when Ted took his cue to step in.


“Don’t talk to Mr. Asserson that way, honey,” he smiled at her with an edge of menace in his voice.


“It’s Sanderson,” Mr. Sanderson incredulously mistook Ted’s sarcasm for a legitimate accidental pronunciation of his last name.


“What did I say?” Ted turned to him rhetorically, “Mr Hemroidson?” Ted didn’t have any respect for the neighbor at all. I think Savannah actually took a little joy in that. “You know these girls will do what I tell them – when I tell them and how I tell them. You would actually be doing me a favor you know,” Ted waited for Mr. Sanderson to take the bait.


“A favor? How?” one of the techniques Crystal had taught us early in the week was to plant seeds in the tricks mind about what was on offer, but then make them spell it out for you. Ted had stopped talking mid-sentence cryptically enough to get Mr. Sanderson curious enough to nibble on his offer.


“I’ll be straight with you,” Ted pretended he was now dealing squarely and not bullshitting. That always struck me as an odd technique because it implied that he was bullshitting earlier, and clearly a dishonest person at least some of the time – however it served to draw in Mr. Sanderson who eagerly awaited this ‘straight talk’.


“The girls love cock,” Ted made us both say we did and Savannah and I begrudgingly admitted to “loving cock” with fake smiles.


“They love to get fucked in any hole, but they hate having to suck dicks and kiss. The punishment has to fit the crime. Since they disobeyed yesterday and since they ran up enough bills to get our power turned off,” Ted pointed to the trailer.


The funny thing was – you could see inside the trailer and the TV and lights were clearly on. Ted explained quickly, “it’s going to be shut off- we got a little extension!”


Mr. Sanderson nodded.


“We don’t know how well they are going to do it,” Ted moved in close to Mr. Sanderson like he was going to impart secret wisdom. “If you will give me twenty to let Savannah here suck you off so we can see how quickly she can make you to cum, it would be a huge favor and I’ll let you try the others when you’ve had time to uh,” Ted paused, “recover”.


He was invading the man’s personal space. There was a few inches that every man seemed to need in front of him that he didn’t like other men getting too close to them. Ted was violating that space – as if to assert he was the dominant alpha dog and he could violate that space, while at the same time pretending to be giving Mr. Sanderson a deal. I am sure it was intimidating him because Mr. Sanderson hemmed and hawed about it, but when Ted cleared his throat he hurried and agreed.


Ted quickly took the money and told Conner to cut Savannah down from the pole. Savannah looked angry but willing. My brother carried a pocket knife with him now for some reason. He unfolded and began cutting the duct tape on my cousin. “Just rip it off her – she is a tough bitch.”


Ted reached up and yanked off a piece from my cousin’s neck. She yelped and he laughed at her being a big baby. “Unless you aren’t strong enough to pull it off?” Ted challenged my little brother to show him he could do it.


“Like this?” my brother surprisingly yanked another strip off my cousin who cried out a little less that time, but still sharply and rudely at the fresh pain.


“Why aren’t your pants off?” Ted turned around and looked at Mr. Sanderson who was still standing there dumbfounded in our yard with his dog.


“Here?” he seemed confused.


“No, I was thinking the Regal Hyatt Hotel about 75 miles from here,” Ted laughed at him and Savannah chuckled, until he turned his gaze upon her. “Yeah,” he confirmed that they needed to see how she does and that meant, “...whipping your dick out right here so she can gobble your knob and show us if she is as good as her momma or a dud. She has her hands cuffed behind her back – or else I’d have her take your pants down. She is just going to use her mouth,” Ted promised him.


“This is highly irregular,” Mr. Sanderson was having second thoughts about getting a blowjob in the yard so close to his own trailer, I was sure of that.


Ted had already put the money in his wallet to signify he wasn’t giving it back. “Suit yourself,” Ted shrugged. “There are already three women out here naked. You think anyone is going to be looking at you?”


Mr. Sanderson was shyly indecisive about what he was going to do. I was positive around so many people he was very uncomfortable; and other than the fact he had just paid for a blowjob with a teenage girl that he knew was giving it to him as punishment – I felt sympathy for his feeling put on the spot.


“Too bad, so sad, sir,” Savannah was relieved he was giving up his opportunity. “Tough titty. I guess I won’t have to choke on your two-inch, shriveled up little cock for breakfast after all.”


I said she earlier liked to poke the bear. It was difficult to tell whether she was baiting him into it or she just loved to rub things in when smart money was keeping her mouth shut.


“You know a spoiled brat like you has a lot to learn about what a good man is,” Mr. Sanderson wagged his finger at her, while another strip of duct tape made a searing sound as my brother ripped it off her ribcage. She had stopped yelping each time but it was obvious it stung; and I knew I would be enduring the same treatment next.


“And I am sure a good man will come along to teach me that.” It may have been about five in the morning, but Savannah was already as quick witted as she ever was. I am sure the adrenalin was rushing through her veins as my brother’s quick pulls of the duct tape around her ass cheeks stung her tender flesh.


Mr. Sanderson looked like he was having one more moment of indecision before he turned and pulled his pants down around his knees to free his semi-erect cock. Odd-Jobs was the first one to applaud, and the other men as well as Daisy quickly followed suit with a light golf-clap to encourage him.


He was standing right in front of me now. I was reminded of the actor Jerry Van Dyke, or the Penn State coach Jerry Sandusky, as I got a good look at his friendly face. He was licking his lip in anticipation. I could tell he had false teeth because the way they set in his mouth made his mouth look like a goat. The teeth were artificially straight and perfect in an imperfectly unnatural way, and when he smiled at me – it creeped me out. It reminded me of my long deceased grandfather’s gentle face.


His dick seemed long and thick, but full of wrinkles and covered in a mat of grey, curly pubes. His balls hung so low and pendulous that they surprised me.


“You never saw old man balls before,” Daisy noticed my surprise and seemed to expect an answer.


“I never had any reason to Ma’am,” I offered.


“Just watch your cousin and learn – I am sure you’ll be a good cocksucker too,” Daisy’s tone was surprisingly encouraging even if it was encouraging me to be a good ‘cocksucker’.


“Are you going to take this bat out of my ass, Sir?” Savannah whined as she slumped forward when the duct tape was removed. She had been leaning so long against the garden hoe that it was impossible to keep her balance with her hands cuffed behind her and attached to the bat.


“Suck him off in under two minutes and I will take it out in the yard,” Ted negotiated and promised he’d make us both wear the bats up to the pool if she couldn’t.


“How are we going to shit, and shave and all that before we get there Sir?” Savannah reminded him of the morning ritual of enemas, breakfast, and showers with my brother on watch-duty.


“Simple,” Ted told her that we’d be doing that all down at the pool from now on. “Junior said we can do what we want.”


Odd-Jobs corrected while sitting on the golf-cart “He said you can do what you want within reason.” there was an obvious disagreement between Ted and O.J. about how to proceed that seemed interesting.


“Ryan,” Ted told Ryan to come over to him. The way he called Ryan over was in that same pompous manner he had spoken to Mr. Sanderson. If Ryan had rushed over then Ted would treat him like a little bitch.


“I am good right here, Ted.” I liked how Ryan rebuffed him and didn’t play his game.


“I was going to let you get a good morning blow-job before we get busy so we can evaluate your girlfriend here,” Ted offered him. “I was going to let you pull the bat you shoved up her ass last night out of her ass since you were going to help – weren’t you?”


“I didn’t say I was going to help and she is not my girlfriend,” Ryan looked up at me as if to confirm that last part. I didn’t know what to tell him – I guess I wasn’t really a ‘girlfriend’ at all. It made me sad to stay quiet but I didn’t want to blurt out “Yes I am.” and feel foolish.


“Last night you said you were going to help like Conner, because you got in a little trouble,” Odd-Jobs nodded along with Ted.


“Last night,” Ryan sounded like he was going to cry, “I violated all the same rules and I got a free pass. I said I should be punished just like them.”


I could almost sense Odd-Jobs whispering to his nephew that we weren’t really being punished – that this was a money-making scheme. It sure felt like punishment. My brother had finished with Savannah’s duct tape and Ted pushed her to her knees and grabbed a tuft of hair to pull her head back.


“Open up and say Ahhh,” Ted insisted and my cousin held her pretty lips apart and offered her tongue to Mr. Sanderson. He stood there as if waiting for her to move forward.


“She won’t bite,” Ted encouraged him to get closer. “We have to get moving – this is counting against your time,” he warned Savannah the two minutes had already begun and explained to Mr. Sanderson he’d have to move a little closer.


“I never agreed to the two minutesff,” Savannah’s mouth was stuffed with old-man cock before she could finish her sentence. It looked like she was eating german sausuage as she moved her neck forward and back, and her cheeks bloated and filled with the outline of his cock. She gulped for air as he stood there with his hands on his hips.


Conner started pulling my duct tape off starting with my face. “Yaaiieeeeeeeeee,” I squealed like a stuck pig.


I know because at least two of the people watching told me that is exactly what one sounded like while they laughed at my shock and pain.


“That sounds like it hurt?” Daisy smiled and asked me to confirm it did. I found it almost humorous how she seemed excited for me and pleased about something clearly intended to hurt me. There was a dichotomy about how pleasant and happy she was that I was getting punished and yet she was talking to me as if this was the best thing for me.


I decided to reach into my acting tricks and put on the rich-bitch persona a little early. “I’ve had exfoliations at the spa that hurt worse than this,” I said in my most stuck-up, rich-bitch accent.


Daisy grinned and nodded with the same delighted look as Conner tore off another shred of duct tape painfully that had attached my forehead to the garden hoe. I was thankful Conner had not run tape all the way around our heads and taken steps to secure us without getting our hair caught in it.


“Conner, what about it?” Ted said he must be getting blue-balls by now and generously offered him my mouth. “You want to let your pretty sister practice sucking cock on you before we get to the pool? You’ve earned a blow-job.”


“No thanks,” Conner ripped off another painful strip of duct tape, freeing my jaw from the garden hose. The neck would be next and I could already anticipate the anguish as I felt loose skin cells and peach-fuzz and strands of my hair being pulled from my face with each rip.


“Ryan doesn’t want it, Conner doesn’t want it,” Ted was trying to demean me by making me feel unwanted by anyone my own age. “I guess that leaves one of us – guys, I’d break her in but I plugged this one’s asshole so full of cum last night,” he slapped my Aunt’s bare-asscheek hard, “that she had it dripping out of her eyelids and ears. S.S. or O.J. you mind doing the honors?”


“Gosh, I don’t know,” Odd-Jobs was comfortably sitting in the driver’s seat of his golf-cart “I’ve sort of taken this girl under my wing, been a mentor and a guiding hand – almost like an uncle to her,” he suggested.


The door swung open behind me and I could hear Gene unabashedly, “I’ll take one. I’d love a blow-job!!”


I saw Mr. Sanderson offer him a smile and a thumbs up as he gently pushed my cousin’s head down on his cock. She made an effort to move faster but he tried to slow her down to move at his pace. I knew she was trying to beat the two minute mark.


“You don’t care who you suck do you? Might as well be Gene,” Ted asked me. I wasn’t looking forward to sucking anyone’s cock, but I had pretty much convinced myself at this point there was no way I was going to be able to refuse. Savannah was already doing it and looking at my Aunt hobbled and bent over with her ass and tits sticking out as lewdly as possible – I was in little position to hold any moral high ground over being prudish.


“Gene,” Daisy demanded he get back in the house. “I told you I didn’t want him seeing this. I don’t want them out in the yard!”


Gene waited for Ted to answer his mom before registering his disapproval of her decision.


“He already put that golf-club up Crystal’s ass,” Ted didn’t like being countermanded in public. He had no problem countermanding Daisy openly, but this time he spoke more softly, “It’s not like he has much chance with any other girls to get one. Just give him this one.”


“I can hear you Uncle Ted,” Gene said what we were all thinking when Ted lowered his voice and a few people giggled. I might have been one of the ones who laughed at that.


“Then you’d know I am trying to get your dick sucked,” Ted told him he should basically shut his mouth and let him talk to his mother.


“I never said I wouldn’t do it,” Odd-Jobs clarified. “I just said I would feel kind of bad about doing it, considering is all,” he laughed.


“Sorry Gene,” Ted laughed. “You are shit out of luck!”


“Yeah Gene,” I decided to go ahead and do my own form of poke the bear, “shit out of luck. You can watch though, Sir.”


“You brazen little hussy-slut,” Daisy was definitely not play acting when she reached out and slapped me across the face. “You would let Gene watch you suck a dick and not care who saw!”


“He is watching Savannah do it right now,” I almost got out the word Ma’am when another whap from Daisy’s meaty paw-like hand went straight across my tits causing them to flap to the left and right before settling down. I still had the garden hoe centered in between both of them as my brother pain-stakingly removed each strip of duct tape he had used to secure me to it. I finished my sentence, “Ma’am”.


“Get in the house right now, Gene!” Daisy demanded.


“Aww but Maww-awwmmm!” Gene stamped his feet and Daisy chased after him a few steps. That was all it took to get him to turn tail. “If you don’t watch yourself I’ll make you shave your balls and stand out here like Conner.”


“I forgot to mention,” Ted told my brother, “Lloyd isn’t here this morning and we usually run four people in front of the cart. I was thinking once you finish up with your sister you could strip and take Lloyd’s role just until he gets here- Take one for the team.”


“Yeah, take one for the team,” Daisy seemed overly pleased with Ted’s suggestion.


My brother calmly ripped another piece of duct tape from me shoulder and I suppressed the urge to scream.


“Play what role?” Mr. Sanderson was standing right next to us while my cousin worked his cock up and down – slurping down and up again. She was giving him what I would consider an excellent blowjob.


“Are you guys watching this?” Ted reminded Odd-Jobs and S.S. they were supposed to be evaluating his step-daughters performance. “Whore, I want you to teach her how to suck a cock the right way,” Ted yanked my Aunts leash down towards him and stuck his finger straight into her mouth. The act would have gagged anyone else, but he pushed the finger straight in with confidence she would let it slide down her throat.


“Does dick drool count, Sir?” Savannah opened her mouth and showed her step-father the white-mucuous of slippery cum dripping around her lips and tongue. There was something so crass and naughty about how openly blunt she could be. I was kind of envious that she never seemed to shudder or censor herself.


“Make him shoot his load – you have under a minute,” I didn’t see Ted check a watch but Savannah bless her heart - doubled down on her efforts to throat the man and give him the mouth ride of his life. He forgot all about his question and stood motionless, letting Savannah set her own pace with just her mouth as her cheeks became bloated over and over with his cock.


“So what about it?” Daisy wanted Conner to agree to have to serve. I knew once he started he wouldn’t be allowed back into the bosses camp and I think he did as well.


“What would I tell people is the reason I only did it a little while?” my brother asked while yanking a slice of duct tape from my tits. The pain caused my nipples to swell and perk up. I could feel the blood pulsating as it filled my breasts.


“Wow,” Daisy admired my tits and how swollen they had become. “They look like mine when they get filled with milk. Your nipples look good like that. Any way we can stimulate them so they stay like that?” she asked her brother who shrugged as if it didn’t matter to him.


His indifference only added a new layer to my humiliation. Something so personal as my tits and discomfort was of such little consequence he didn’t have an opinion on it, was utterly humiliating on a new level for me. I have to admit – the little bumps on the nipple and the peach to pink coloration did look interesting, and when the blood was filling my breasts – I was also having a light orgasm that I didn’t think anyone else could notice.


“Just tell them you are a rich little snot from the suburbs who is being punished because you did something fucked up and you aren’t on punishment anymore,” Ted shrugged as if my brother’s humiliation and pride was also of zero consequence.


“I don’t want to look...,” my brother was about to explain himself when Ted cut him off.


“Like a little bitch and a slut – the way your sister is willing to do to keep this gravy train running?” Ted implied that Conner should sacrifice if I was willing. I didn’t want Conner to do it though – I also wasn’t sure what twisted games they would probably make me play with him that we’d both probably never be able to get out of our heads.


I thought of at least six perverted ones in my own imagination before my brother could finish his thought and each one was more depraved and twisted than the last.


“I don’t want to look submissive when I am trying to be an authority figure. I am a team player but I can’t see why Daisy can’t pull the cart. I am sure everyone would rather see her than me anyway.” He smiled. He had played a trump card by putting it back on Daisy. “You should be the team player? Unless you don’t practice what you preach?”


“My kids are in there,” Daisy indignantly pointed to the trailer. “I am already dressed like a slut out here for this and you are just wearing shorts and a t-shirt.”


“Technically, so are you,” Conner fired back. He remained calm, but there was a growing assertiveness each time she said something that he had an answer for.


I was proud of him – not proud enough to suck his cock without shame, but certainly proud. I don’t know whether I would have actually done it. I might have drawn the line there.


I might have said “That is taboo. I get that you guys will do these things with each other and I’ve let my brother spank me and pull these painful fucking slivers of duct tape out of my ass crack and all over my body right in front of you – but I won’t be sucking his cock here, there, or anywhere.”


I didn’t have to say any of that. Even if I had the courage to do so – what happened next next shocked everyone – including most of all me.


Did I mention I thought I was not easily shocked?