Chapter Sixty-Three

These are NOT the sluts you are looking for

“Try not. Do… or do not. There is NO try.”

-Yoda, Grand Master of the Jedi Order

“Alright it’s time for us to judge which of my two best little dick suckers gave the better blowjob,” Ted clapped his hands together and rubbed them like an evil genius as he directed us to stand next to Crystal and bend at the waist along with her.

“Face your asses towards your audience so we can judge you without seeing your pathetic little faces trying to manipulate us into feeling sorry for you two assholes,” Ted started to unlock our cuffs once we complied with his mandated orders.

“Well, I think Savannah had the best technique,” Odd-Jobs sounded like a judge from American Idol at a singing competition as he rated Savannah overall, “but I think rich bitch put a lot of effort into it – and it showed with how much cum came out of her boyfriend.”

S.S. seldom talked but when Ted asked him he spoke slowly and in a deep voice about every moment and detail. “I liked the lip technique rich bitch used but too much teeth. That only works if you know the guy likes it and he asks you. I would like to see the two of them throat fucked by someone who knows how to be rough to rank their gag reflex, because neither of them took it deep enough for me.”

Ted was removing his wife’s gag, having pulled out her golf club first, while nodding to the commentary of the others. “Take that fucking baby doll off,” he insisted.

She did as she was told and handed him the expensive lace apron nightie, revealing her bare-chest. He grabbed it and wiped the sweat off his forehead with it and threw it on the grass. “You won’t need anything that fancy with all the dick you are going to take today. What do you think of your two little fluffers? Who sucked the better cock?”

“Thank you sir,” there was such a sublime trace in her voice, that taking something as valuable to Crystal as one of her most expensive and intimate pieces of lingerie and just throwing it on the ground had managed to hurt her feelings in ways whips and physical torments hadn’t. I might have been reading too much into it but it might have colored her polite but emotionally vacant response.

“I KNOW my daughter could have sucked him off faster and she had an opportunity to deep throat Mr. Sanderson but didn’t take it. I was disappointed that she was too eager to get rid of the cum and she called him a name as he was walking away – very disrespectful.”

“True,” Ted nodded at the very objective sounding feedback from Crystal. “What about rich bitch?”

“Stinkerbelle needs to be more aggressive. She acted like she was afraid of Ryan’s cock sometimes.” She addressed me directly, “Don’t be afraid to look right up the shaft. You need to smell his balls, lick them – kiss them and put them both in your mouth and lovingly stuff them down your throat. You CAN be a good cocksucker if you are less worried about your own pride and more about his pleasure – I am telling you this for your own good. You don’t suck a good cock and you aren’t worth much else down there. You can’t dance worth a shit and you aren’t as hot as my daughter. You should probably beg Ted to let you masturbate your stank pussy every now and then so you can squirt on the cement – that might amuse some of the guys.”

She was shockingly cold to both of us even though she was such a timidly, submissive mouse who sought only to please the guys.

“Uh, thanks?” was the only response I could give. That is when I felt Ted reach for the bat and give it a pull.

“Wow, that was REALLY jammed up your ass tight,” he pulled a second time and this time it slid out. There was a sudden relief as if I had just had a tremendous weight and strain lifted from me. I could smell my ass-gasses release and I was thankful no one said anything. It felt like my asshole was three feet wide and I heard them laughing as he threw the bat into the golf cart to do the same thing to my cousin.

“Stay just like that, but hold your ass cheeks apart,” Ted told all three of us to remain as we were as he pulled out his new iPhone. “This is what these gaping holes bought me this week,” he fiddled with it for what felt like a full minute before taking a picture.

“You better send me pictures of this after we get done with the bet, Sir,” Savannah’s saucy southern accent made her sound eager to see the pictures.

“Why?” Ted asked if she liked looking at loose buttholes.

“I just want proof I made it through all this shit,” Savannah became a little more cynical in her response. “I know you’ll beat off to the pictures and shit. You better enjoy them because after this I am not doing this shit again.”

“God-damned fancy technology,” his frustration increased as he tried to figure out the camera, tempered only by his amusement with how fat and wide our assholes looked once the bats were out of them. “Don’t worry – these big fat holes will close on their own, but for a few hours when you have to shit it’s just gonna sl-i-i-de out,” he snickered.

“Can we go to the bathroom, Sir?” Savannah requested politely changing the topic. The removal of the bat had made me need to relieve myself as well! I was pleased she wasn’t being abrasive in order to get Ted’s goat any longer. He might just give us a break and let us relieve ourselves. After a night spent with gnats in my eyes in the rain and unable to even itch my nose – I really thought he might have a little heart and show some sympathy.

“Nope! Bathrooms are for good girls – Are you two good girls?” Ted insisted we answer as he took delight in taking yet another basic privilege from us.

Savannah suppressed a sigh and answered him, “No, we were not Sir.”

“No, you ARE not good girls, and you’ve lost the privilege of going indoors. You are going to shit and piss outside in front of everyone and you’ll be hosed down in front of everyone too, so they can see you at least wash your nasty asses. You want to act like dirty, rutting animals – you will be treated like them – do you have a problem with that?” Ted asked.

“If I did – would you let me go to the bathroom real quick right now? I’ve had that bat packed up my ass all night, Sir?” Savannah offered in as submissive a way as she could muster with just the slightest hint of her southern sense of humor.

Ted stuck four of his fingers up into Savannah’s tender asshole without any effort at all and felt around. The bat had left us both wide open - I heard the ‘glrop’ sound it made as he felt for turd-balls. “I think you can hold it – I don’t feel much fudge up there.”

“Stinkerbelle, did you want to beg to be allowed to piss and shit, or did you want to hear what Daisy had to say about how you two suck cocks so I can tell you which one of you did the best?”

“Go ahead and judge us, Sir – please?” I knew it would do no good to beg, even if he probably wanted to hear me do it.

“You are learning,” he laughed and told his sister to offer up her feedback.

“Neither of you can suck a cock like Crystal, and Crystal can’t suck a dick the way I can,” Daisy’s entire critique was really a pat on the back to herself on how she could satisfy a man. She neglected to ever mention that man being Meth-Head Bill, who was apparently fast asleep in the trailer. She didn’t give any specifics – but she spoke for another full minute about how it just wasn’t good enough, without saying how it could be better, as Ryan and Conner loaded up the golf cart.

“Thank your Aunt Daisy for her constructive feedback,” Ted was tickled to make us both call her Aunt.

“Aunt?” Savannah was shocked as well. She had always just been Daisy, and Ted was never Daddy either, but she did so sweetly. “Yes Daddy – happily – Thank you Aunt Daisy for your pearls of wisdom on the finer arts of sucking dick. I hope you will be able to show me first hand sometime, Ma’am.”

“In your dreams,” Daisy chided her that she’d never have an opportunity to see her perform sexually. “That is something that is private.”

“Thank you Aunt Daisy – I benefited from hearing how you suck cock and how I could be a better little dick sucker, Ma’am.” Daisy completely ignored my compliment with a harrumph after I gave it. I had tried to seem as genuinely sincere as I could – but it might have come off like a rich-bitch because she had really not given me anything I could use and I found it tough to pretend she had.

“Ryan, what do you think of your girlfriend’s asshole now that the bat is out? Who has the prettiest asshole?” Ted stopped Ryan while he was carrying a heavy box to load up the cart.

“It looks like its tender, sore, and if I had to be honest, I think Savannah has the prettiest of the three – even though it’s all wore out like a broken in catcher’s mitt right now, Sir.”

There were a couple of chuckles from how honest and to the point Ryan had been. Ted asked me if my asshole was tender and sore as if I were a spoiled baby, “Do you have hurty-hurty, boo-boos on your bum-bum poop-poo-maker?”

“Yes sir, it hurts, but I’ll live,” it was more humiliating to know he was taking pictures of it and everyone was staring up my ass. I felt like they could see inside the dark crevices inside my anus and that was way worse than the physical discomfort I felt. It was actually a relief to have it out – even if I could feel air rush into it and it didn’t close.

“You will live,” he mused. “Conner, do you have the lip gloss?”

“Right here!” my brother dropped what he was doing and reached into a fanny-pack on his belt to bring over some lip glosses. My brother had no problem working with a fully naked Ryan to load up the cart and take care of all the little details for Ted.

“I have just the thing for your hurty-boo boo,” he asked me if I preferred candy-apple or pink bubble-gum.

“Candy-apple, sir?” I wasn’t sure what was about to happen but I was apprehensively nervous that it wasn’t going to be pleasant.

“Don’t be nervous,” he told my Aunt to apply the candy apple to my asshole. “Savannah, you can have bubble-gum.”

My Aunt dutifully stepped out of line and began to circle my ass-hole lips with the waxy-Chapstick.

Ted explained that we tell people to kiss our ass often enough – that today it’s going to happen and he doesn’t want them “biting into a crap-ass.” He told us we’d routinely be applying it to our pussy lips, mouth and asshole – “The same flavor.”

“Conner put some peach lip balm on your Aunt’s asshole and pussy while she does these other two,” Ted commanded as if this were the most natural and normal thing in the world to ask of a teenage boy. He turned to my ‘boyfriend’, “Rich boy – I know you aren’t standing there waiting to put another finger up your ass – don’t get your cock hard watching the girls play – that isn’t something any of us want to see. You load up everything while they get ready! Chop-chop!!”

“Ready are you? What know you of ready? For eight hundred years have I trained Jedi. My own counsel will I keep on who is to be trained,” Conner said mirthfully in a muppet-like Yoda voice to Ryan, but no one paid him any attention.

“I think it is just about loaded, Sir,” Ryan answered him, with a hint of a grin at Ted’s attempts to sound like a tough disciplinarian and humiliate him further. I would have to spend some time wondering about Ryan’s ability to let Ted’s harsh words roll off his back. It might just be that he hadn’t been exposed to it consistently for a week like I had, to where it had begun to seem expected and acceptable for him to talk to me this way. Ryan acted above it and I was also much more sensitive than he was.

“You shot a full-load in your girlfriend’s mouth and now you have shot a full load in the golf cart, eh?” Ted laughed at his attempt to be funny but no one else found his attempt at making a pun funny.

My brother didn’t even make a contextual Star Wars reference.

Ted impatiently demanded Ryan finish up, “then go see if Maw-Maw needs anything before we go. Don’t let those little demons in the living room pull your ding-dong off. We don’t have time for them to torment you. If they try, tell them you have shit to be done and get back out here.”

Daisy glared at Ted but held her tongue.

Ted turned to his sister when he saw her holding her response, “Did you want your boys to be out here seeing what is going on then?”

“No,” Daisy said angrily and was about to protest the fact that he called her kids demons.

“Then if you want them out of the way – they need to stay out of the way, capisce? Now one more order of business while you cunts flavor up your cunts.” Ted chuckled while my Aunt tickled my asshole, outlining it with flavored lip-smacker Chapstick while I held my cheeks open for her.

“You two stink nuggets are making, in combination, a full 25% of all the money we earn today. You better be fucking jumping for joy if I can get you 2,500 dollars. You two care to make a bet that I can do that?”

“What is the bet, Sir?” Savannah sounded skeptical, as we three held our cheeks open as if Ted was talking directly into our bottoms - like they were microphones wired to our brains.

“If the total profit today is over 10,000 dollars, then tomorrow and Sunday you go full whore – suck, fuck whoever I say, whenever I say, however I say. You’ll still get your cut, but you will also BOTH fuck me; and I mean you will do every little thing I want –how I want it just like your pretty mommy does.” Ted sounded sadistic as he made his demand and laid out the first part of the bet.

He waited for us to respond and we waited for him to tell us the other half of the bet.

“I can see Tinkle’s asshole quiver and pucker at the thought of being a whore – does it make your pussy wet to be a cum-receptacle like your Aunt Crystal?” he asked me directly.

Conner quipped in his mock Darth Vader voice, “I find your lack of faith disturbing!” but he was largely ignored when he quoted Star Wars.

I wasn’t sure how to answer that. I had been told my persona loved cum, sex, and the right answer was probably an emphatic yes. Then again – this was a bet and I wasn’t yet at the pool. I went with a safer, more playful, “Feel it and see, Sir.”

“Har, har, har,” Ted accepted my response and told us the other half of the bet. “If I can’t get the 10,000 dollars, then the two of you will still get 2,500 dollars between the two of you – and the rest of us will split whatever is left over.”

Daisy registered her complaint right off the bat, “This hasn’t been discussed with ME!”

“Oh?” Ted turned on her “Did you want to make some bets today? To up your earnings? This is my game and we play it my way. I want to see how greedy these two whores are and if they have faith I have enough planned to make real money today!”

She backed down and mumbled something about bets and making real money.

Ted waited for our response once he had put Daisy in her place. Conner was squatting in front of my Aunt and liberally dabbing waxy flavored Chapstick on her pussy while she did the same to us. I have to admit the application tickled and my Aunt even suggested to Conner in her lusty way he ‘take his time’, as if she really enjoyed what he was doing.

“It seems to me, we’d both have to agree to the bet,” Savannah hinted she wanted to hear my feelings, “and that either way we’d get 2,500 dollars, except if you can’t do what you say – we’d still get 2,500 dollars and not have to be full whores.”

“That’s right,” Ted pet her on the head and slapped her butt lightly. “Your mom is the only true whore right now – and the two of you won’t have to get fucked but you’ll do everything else I say – including suck MY cock this weekend no matter what.”

“How much are we charging for blowjobs, Sir?” Savannah asked sweetly.

Daisy blurted out greedily “As much as we can get!!”

But Odd-Jobs corrected her and said that the standard rate is 20 dollars. “The same as they have been charging down on J street for years. You will thank them, be nice to them, show them the cum they gave you, and put your finger up their ass, stroke their balls, whatever it takes – unlike the girls down on J-street who do a half-ass job.”

He sounded like he spoke from experience with quite a bit of disappointment in the girls on J-street.

“Then if you pitch in 20 bucks and I get my cut of that – I’ll suck your dick, Sir,” Savannah smiled while looking straight ahead.

I heard a loud slap and her yelp as Ted smacked her ass, but he chuckled that was fair. “Spoken like a good whore – but don’t forget who owns your ass this weekend!”

“You own us, sir – we are your willing little pets,” Savannah admitted, letting Ted feel powerful and in control for a change. “Don’t you think you can cut us a little slack though if we behave?”

My Aunt was finalizing the Chapstick around our lips. I could taste my pussy-musk in the candy-apple but it was not strong. It certainly smelled a lot better than the odor of coconut mixed with boy-semen drying on my face.

Ted considered this for a moment and wiped his greasy hand in Savannah’s long, blonde hair. “You think I am being too hard-on you? You should have hard-ons IN you, but your mom convinced me to take it a little easier. Everything we are doing is going to make us all money and teach you hurtful bitches to behave yourselves. I will tell you what, rich bitch mom is coming home tonight,” Ted told me with a new sense of seriousness. “You going to pussy out and want clothes?”

“That would be very nice of you, Sir,” I answered sweetly. I hadn’t been thinking about my parents. I am a planner and a worrier by nature – and the less I thought about it the easier it might be to deny what was probably going to be inevitable when they found out what I had done. I could only hope the money I made would excuse this twisted behavior I participated in, but I doubted my father would agree at this point.

“Then take the bet and I will let Savannah and all of you wear clothes when your mom or dad is here no matter whether you win or not,” Ted sweetened the deal.

“That’s mighty white of you, Sir,” Savannah chuckled, but implied that she really didn’t want to be a full on cum whore – and nothing was going to make her take the bet.

“C’mon, you are going to have your tongues on everyone in the park’s balls today – what does a little twat like you care if you get your pussy rubbed in the process – so much the better?” Daisy had been resistant to the idea of the bet, but once Savannah didn’t want to do it – she reversed her opinion and tried to pressure her into it.

“Fuck that,” Savannah was positively against it. I had no idea just how bad it was going to be sucking dicks all day – and the thought of being a true whore, scared me to my core; so I was glad to see my cousin take the moral high ground and not be greedy. It made it easier for me to say no!

“You little chicken,” Daisy tried to appeal to Savannah’s prideful nature and coax her into accepting the bet to avoid being called cowardly.

Savannah just stuck her nose in the air and laughed. “It ain’t THAT easy to manipulate me into doing whatever you want,” Savannah laughed, “Besides – what is in it for me?”

She had just manipulated Savannah into going from an absolute ‘no way’ to a ‘maybe’ though – although perhaps it was Savannah who was doing the manipulation all along. She might have just been trying to get them to up the ante’.

“Fine,” Ted picked up on the subtle hint, “If you agree to the bet, and you try your hardest out there, and we make the 10,000 dollars - then you don’t have to let Daisy’s kids touch you, tease you, or listen to them in any way. In fact, you are free to smack them if they try!”

Daisy glared at Ted, indignant that her kids would be involved in the bet.

“Hey,” Ted smiled at her, “You told me that they shouldn’t be involved and are completely out of it. They can’t mess with any of my girls or Lloyd. I need some incentive for the girls to try hard today, otherwise they could drag ass and still make 2,500 dollars.”

“I can handle those little shits,” Savannah mused, but said she sure would like to be able to smack them. “No tying us up and leaving us alone with them, and it’s just for my girl Ellen, myself, and Lloyd. Mom seems to enjoy being their doggy – she can continue to be their bitch.”

Ted smiled that he could handle that.

“That’s just for tonight or ALL weekend?” Savannah quickly asked a stipulation to the bet – and I started to get worried I’d have to be the only one to say no once Savannah agreed.

“If you make over 10,000 dollars it is until Sunday; but if you make under, than it’s just for tonight and you’ll have to make a new bet tomorrow,” Ted seemed very reasonable and willing to negotiate further.

“I seriously don’t want to spend the next two days as a full-on whore, but 10,000 sounds fucking kick-ass, what do you think Ellen?” Savannah was still holding her ass cheeks apart while she negotiated with her step-father, as if this were the most normal thing in the world.

Ted and S.S. were becoming antsy about getting a move on and told us we were running naked to the pool no matter what time we finally got in gear. “This is why I got you fuckers up early!”

“We’d make 2,500 if Ted makes over 10,000, if we never even took the bet – so really all you are offering us is a chance to lose,” I was good at math and I was surprised no one else had brought that fact up. I wasn’t sure if Ted was counting on us both to be gullible or if he was just bad at math too. The look on his face told me he hadn’t thought out the bet as well as he thought.

“So what about it cuz? Is it worth the risk?” Savannah looked at me with a flutter of her eye and a curl of her lip that reminded me of Elvis Presley, except in teenage girl form. It was down to me.

“If we work extra hard and actually make money for everyone – our winning is that we have to spend the rest of the weekend like your mom – as a full on whore?” I could see her face start to turn red as she realized that the bet was a deck of cards stacked against us. We lose no matter which option we take under that bet.

I took a deep breath and shook my head no – I couldn’t agree to this. It was just so extreme and I’d already come so far past what I thought I could never live through. It was just too great a risk, and I was honestly afraid we might lose and have to cash the check we wrote with our mouths – paid for with our asses.

“Oh Jesus Christ,” Daisy put her hands on her hips. “Leave it to rich bitch here to waste all our time negotiating this bet and the big fucking baby isn’t even going to do it.”

“Oh look at me,” she began to dance around with her hands behind her back bending at the knee and pecking like a chicken. She started to pantomime being a fancy lady with her pinky out, “I am precious Ellen. I am so high-falootin. I could NEVER suck a dick,” then she began to imitate sucking several dicks at once “Oh LAW-DEE-DAH! – be a whore? No never… Ryan, oh Pussy boy – do me in the ass - do me right now – DO ME!”

Her sons popped out the window and laughed at their mother’s antics, until she stopped and told them to “mine’ their own biznass!” as she shooed them back in the house angrily, “Go bother Bill! Get him up so he can feed the God-damned baby!”

“Maw-Maw is doing it,” Damian stammered back.

“I don’t give a damn if Sandra-Dee from Beach Fucking Blanket Bingo is doing it – get your asses back in the house and stop watching momma – I am tryna’ make some money out here!” she chased them back in the trailer.

Her humiliating imitation of me wasn’t even close to accurate. She made my voice sound something between Jane Hathaway from Beverly Hillbillies and an aristocratic English Duchess. I suppose to her that is probably how I sounded.

“I don’t want to be a full-on whore, Ma’am! But I wouldn’t mind a chance at extra money. I just am a little worried that I am biting off more than I can chew.” I wanted to be a good sport because even Savannah was now for the bet. I suggested a few alternatives but they were shot down and they talked me into taking a risk. Savannah assured me ten grand was a lot of money and probably not going to happen.

“How about we bust our asses trying to make 10,000 dollars today or more. If we do – anything AFTER 10,000 is ours to split. You all get your normal cut! The only way we become full on whores is if we FAIL to make that money.”

I was so scared we’d make the full amount but they had also promised I could dodge my mom and dad AND not have to put up with Gene, Damian, and Sara. They were more than just annoying – I was feeling greedy and that was probably my undoing.

The bet was finalized with my brother entering the deal into his iPhone so we had it written down. I smiled at Savannah and said we’d split it 50/50 and she flashed a smile at me. She seemed so honestly pleased to have a partner in this that it made me smile just looking at her.

THE BET: Total profits must exceed 10,000 dollars

If the girls ARE successful, then anything after 10,000 dollars they keep and split between themselves (50/50). The girls may swat/chase away Daisy’s kids if they bother them or Lloyd and won’t be left alone with them. That night if Patricia or Mike Tinkle come home then all of us will be clothed but we won’t pretend we weren’t at the car wash.

If the girls are NOT successful at getting 10,000 dollars the girls will still keep 2,500 dollars and the rest of the family will split whatever is left over. The girls will be full on whores from Saturday to Sunday with the same rules as Crystal. That night if Patricia or Mike Tinkle come home then all of us will be clothed but we won’t pretend we weren’t at the car wash.

“You and your fucking bets,” Odd-Jobs shook his head in disbelief and told us to line our “Donkey-butts up” in front of the golf-cart. I could have sworn from how he looked at me there was a sense of quiet respect that I had been shrewd, but he didn’t acknowledge it.

I was still pleased with myself that I had spoken up on our behalf. It was a small victory – and there was the very distinct possibility we would lose the bet that I had to worry about!

“Can you get over seeing those cute little asses all lined up and spread like that?” Ted asked the others rhetorically as he sat in the front seat, while Conner lined us up two abreast like ponies pulling a cart. They had bought some props last night that they wanted us to wear.

My cousin, Ryan, and I were completely naked, but my Aunt had on her stocking panty hose and the clips on her pussy lips. Conner removed the wires that hobbled her so she could stand up straight and she thanked him with her sultry voice and a sensual rub on his shoulder.

My brother ignored my Aunt’s touch. They had obviously bought these new props the night before and were excited to see us in them. Conner tried to stick a black rubber dildo sideways in my cousin’s mouth and caught her by surprise.

“What the fuck is this?” she cursed like she smelled rotten eggs and narrowed her eyebrows, “Isn’t it bad enough we have to run through the entire park naked?”

“No it isn’t,” Ted chuckled and told her that he had paid for these out of his own pocket and we’d be wearing them. “They are bridles – keeps you fuckers quiet for a few minutes.”

Savannah opened her mouth to accept the rubber dildo, but she didn’t look happy about it. Conner slid it between her lips and then used big rubber bands to attach it to her ears so that it stayed in place.

“Don’t worry,” Daisy chuckled, “your mouth will be filled with real dongs soon enough.”

“Conner came up with this,” Ted gave my brother some recognition as he attached another one of the black dildos to me. I smiled at him and he winked at me to let me know he was rooting for me – at least I think that is why he winked.

“Last chance Ryan,” his Uncle gave Ryan one more chance to back out of the punishment he had given himself.

My cousin shook her head in disbelief that he would do this for no money and not because he had to. She puffed out the word “Dumbass” with her perfect, white teeth clenched around the dildo in an exaggerated smile. It reminded me of the way a horse whinnies.

My Aunt already had the O-ring gag in and that was sufficient. She was proudly standing next to her daughter in front of Ryan.

“Show them their new tails,” Ted smiled, and Conner held up red butt plugs that had long strands of latex you might use to flog someone hanging from them. “Ryan can wear Lloyd’s – I doubt he would mind.”

Conner lubed each one up and came behind us one at a time starting with my Aunt. She graciously bent at the knee and pulled her ass cheeks apart without being told. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him – as much as she could smile with the O-ring in her mouth while slobber ran down her chin.

He pushed it in and gave it a twist to secure it in place without any resistance at all.

He walked over to my cousin who was right in front of me. She sighed through her gag and pulled her cheeks apart so he could seat the tail in her rump. He lubed it up with the white anal-lube they had bought at the adult store, and for the first time I had a good look at my cousin’s asshole.

It was pink, sore, puffy and hung open a full 2 inches in diameter. My eyes went wide realizing mine probably looked that way as well! Conner told her to clench, or it might fall out. Savannah gave him an evil stare in disbelief, but he was right on – it would have. He didn’t have to push it in at all – a soft plop was all it took.

My brother walked behind me and I didn’t wait to be told to part my cheeks. I bent submissively at the knee and waited for my brother to park the plug in my tail-end the way he had the other two girls.

Daisy insisted on asking if I were turned on right now. I looked over my shoulder at the heavy-set woman sitting in the golf cart like a bullfrog queen on her throne and shrugged because I was gagged.

“You can nod!” she demanded I tell her if I was fully aroused or not.

I was actually VERY wet, but as Savannah said earlier that did not mean I enjoyed what was happening to me – or wanted to encourage it. It was my body’s reaction to stimulus. Unfortunately, I was in no position to give that qualifier and simply nodded yes to multiple approving laughs from the golf cart, before turning around to face forward with both hands on my cheeks.

If I had lied, they probably would have had Conner check me; and I was totally sloshy and wet right now from all the sexual energy that had been in the air since this morning.

“Oh pussy Boy-oi,” Daisy wasn’t through lording things over us. “Watch what happens to your girlfriend because you are next.” She insisted he watch and told him he could have been giving me this tail – but he’d be getting one of his own.

Ryan obediently watched my brother insert the plug into my asshole. I didn’t have to be told to clench my buttocks tightly around it – but he dutifully reminded me anyway. It made no sound as it penetrated my asshole like soft butter and with a twist it was all the way inside me.

When it was Ryan’s turn it was obvious he had never had anything up his ass. He had to hold on to his knees and ultimately my brother spent a good twenty seconds trying to masturbate it into Ryan’s hairy backside to satisfy the people on the cart that their ‘ponies’ all looked the same.

Ryan didn’t make any noise as he accepted the butt plug, but I could almost feel the discomfort he felt, for him. I remember the first time I had something jammed up my ass. It seemed like so long ago but it had only been a week ago, when Savannah had made a make-shift doggy tail for me to wear around the living room. They still had it somewhere around the trailer.

“Great Kid, don’t get cocky!” Conner looked at the erection bouncing freely in front of Ryan with a mirthful swagger.

“Did you just pop out of your rubber band?” Daisy asked him accusingly. I looked to my left and Ryan’s dick had become hard immediately following the tail insertion. I almost chuckled at the embarrassment he was probably feeling. Daisy relentlessly began teasing him, “Oh look at that thing, Pussy Boy! You are going to hurt someone if you don’t put that away!” as she giggled at him.

Ryan shrugged to indicate he didn’t have any place to actually put his cock out of sight and implied that his erection wouldn’t cooperate with her wishes to disappear on demand. It stood proudly at attention – defying all orders to the contrary.

“He got hard because he liked having that plug shoved up his ass,” Ted laughed. “You need to get that rubber band back around it and shrink it – no one wants to see it!”

“Fine then,” Ted laughed and admitted that he also had a hard-on, “just watching our stank asses getting bridled and dressed for the run through the park, but you better get it under control by the time you get to the pool.”

“He needs a hard-OFF not a hard-on,” Odd-Jobs commented, while my brother prepared us for our run.

Once he had finished with the butt plugs, he attached a bungee cord to my dog collar and attached the other end to the back of Savannah’s dog collar. Since Ryan didn’t have a collar, Odd-Jobs threw Conner a length of yellow cord. My brother looped the cord around Ryan’s erect cock and then his shoulders, and tied it neatly behind his back like a harness. Then he used the bungee to bind him to the back of my Aunt’s dog collar.

Ryan nearly tripped over his own feet as my brother tried to attach him to Crystal. My brother spoke in his mock Darth Vader voice, “He is as clumsy as he is stupid.”

Daisy cackled a belly laugh, although I don’t’ think she realized my brother was probably quoting Star Wars – as he often does.

“We are almost ready to get you girls fed and paid!” Ted had one final dressage before we were to begin our parade run through the trailer park with tits bouncing and asses jiggling.

“Shoes!” My Aunt had on high heels that had been duct taped to her feet and they let her keep wearing them. They had bought a pair for Savannah and I, and my brother stood behind me and picked up my left foot to “shoe” me like a horse. He wrapped duct tape roughly around my ankle and ripped it before applying the next one.

“Given the size of your cock,” Daisy implied Ryan’s cock was nowhere near the size of Lloyd, “I doubt you could wear Lloyd’s shoes.”

“It’s fine – he has on sandals,” Odd-Jobs excused my so-called boyfriend from having to wear heels like the rest of us.

Ryan silently kicked off his sandals into the grass with a look of defiance on his face.

Conner offered a bit of levity in his Darth Vader voice, “You are unwise – to lower your defenses!” He was taking things seriously, but I think humor was his way of coping with the absurdity of the situation.

“Fine, but the pavement is going to get hot as shit,” Odd-Jobs warned him, but accepted his nephews decision to be defiant.

I could have sworn I heard Savannah shaking her head that he was a dumb-ass for doing that as well, while my brother stuck a pair of three inch heels to her feet.

“You ready to run naked with the girls, Pussy Boy?” Odd-Jobs asked his nephew. “You’ve seen it enough. I guess this is as good a time as any to learn if you have what it takes.”

I heard my brother say, “Now, witness the power of this fully operational battle station,” in his Darth Vader voice as the golf cart started up.

Ryan nodded his head without turning around to look at his Uncle; and with that Odd-Jobs switched on the boom box to let EVERYONE know we were coming by waking them up at this early hour in the morning.

“I was BORRRNNNN IN EAST L.A.,” the throaty Hispanic singer started his song.

Ted hit my back with a long leather strip and told me, “Hi-yaaa”. We didn’t actually have to pull the golf-cart. They started it up and rode slowly behind us, but it appeared that we were four human ponies pulling the cart as we jogged in tandem right in front of it.

We didn’t make it far when an old lady stepped out of a trailer three doors down and waved us down.

Conner was in a good mood and quoted Star Wars again, “Would it help if I got out and pushed?”

I don’t think Daisy realized he was doing that again when she answered gleefully “It might!”

“How obscene!” the older woman in the drive-way shrieked as she saw our naked bodies jogging towards her. She nearly dropped the poodle she was carrying like an infant - It was the dog Mr. Sanderson was walking.

“Mrs. Sanderson,” Odd-Jobs noted with a chuckle as he greeted her.

“Was my husband just outside?” she asked a question she obviously knew the answer too.

“Yes, he was Mrs. Sanderson,” Ted took over for Odd-Jobs and spoke very seriously “He gave these young ladies a very stern talking too and told them to put some clothes on,” Ted lied through his teeth. He said that Mr. Sanderson was always a good neighbor who was just being vigilant and concerned – another total lie about the pervert who stared at us and came in Savannah’s mouth just now.

“Oh?” she smiled – quite pleased, but then asked why we were out here like this then – looking us over with obvious disdain and disgust.

“Odd-Jobs gave me special permission,” Ted seemed to think that was sufficient and whipped my back with his flogger for us to move again, but Odd-Jobs did not start up the golf cart.

“Don’t you think this is highly inappropriate? What if children see something they shouldn’t?” she looked horrified with Ted’s short answer.

“We thought about that,” Ted explained while leaning forward, as if to speak directly to the woman. “You see these women are being punished for the things they did and they are very prideful – one of the only ways to address it is to strip them of everything and humble them. As to kids, well I can’t control what other parents do with their kids – if they let them outside unsupervised,” Ted feigned a sort of moral indignation at being asked the question.

“There is no reason to treat women this way!” the elderly woman’s upper lip started to quiver and one of her eyes started to twitch. I couldn’t be sure if it was some sort of Parkinson’s disease or the onset of a type of rage over what she had just heard. “What did they do that was so heinous? I insist you stop this at once or I shall be forced to call the county sheriff!”

“They left our dogs Zeus and Ares locked up in Odd-Jobs truck while they went into get their nails and hair done,” Ted added, “then they went clothes shopping and left them out there for hours in the hot summer sun with the windows rolled up. They just didn’t care about the dogs, and so I am teaching them a lesson about the hot sun.”

He was lying through his teeth. It was however a very good guess that this woman had no sympathy for people who would leave a dog locked up in a truck. The eye twitch was definitely anger but it was no longer aimed at Ted and Odd-Jobs for humiliating women.

I felt her one good eye settle on me like a focused laser beam as she looked at me as if I were a Nazi. “People who forget their animals should be hung up by their –YOU KNOW WHATS! Tarred and feathered!”

“That is what I intend to do, Ma’am” Ted smiled as if he had no choice in the matter, but intended to oblige her wishes. “They are going to suffer for what they did so they don’t forget it!”

The woman looked at the four of us now with a new level of disgust. “I still don’t understand why they have to do it naked,” she was not entirely convinced and was walking back her earlier outrage. She didn’t mean it literally now that she thought about it.

“Did the dogs have clothes when they were in the truck, Ma’am?” my brother added to the discussion convincingly, “They just had tails, didn’t they?”

The older woman didn’t seem convinced but my brother flipped the switch on the Boom Box and I heard him say just before the music kicked in loudly, “These are not the sluts you are looking for… ” with a wave of his hand as if hypnotizing Mrs. Sanderson.

Next thing I know, I`m in a foreign land

People talkin so fast, I couldn`t understand

There was nobody there to lend a helping hand

I was cold, it was dark where is a burger stand

I want to go back to East LA

I wish I was back in East LA

I don`t belong here in downtown T.J.

Cause I was born in East LA, ole

I crawled under barbed wire, swam across a stream

Rode in six different trucks packed like a sardine

Walked all day in the burning sun

Now I know what it`s like to be born to run

The music and Ted’s whip was our cue to start hustling down the street again towards the source of our greatest humiliation – the swimming pool at the Semen Hole. I offered an apologetic shrug to the old lady as we ran passed her. Her mouth hung open as she watched us run together. I wondered if she really would call the police.

It dawned on me that was one sure fire way we could lose the bet. If the police came and chased everyone off – Ted would probably bail us out, just so we could come back Saturday and Sunday to finish things the way he wanted and be total whores.

Today it was officially opening day for swimming, and as the weekend was just beginning it was going to be quite busy. It was only around 6 a.m. and I had been humiliated more than most people are all day.

Today was going to be hard times at the Buckman!