Chapter Sixty-Eight

If I told you all of my secrets – I would have to kill you.

“The teaser, the pleaser, the shocker, the spocker, the show-stopper!”

--Catfish

“Well hot dog-shit!” Daisy was pleased to have won the bet she had with her brother and began to rub it in his face. I wasn’t sure if it was clear the Wrestler had put Savannah over the top, but she had a tan angel face and me with my freckles and baby face – I was at best a close second. My Aunt had not even been in the competition because she had been a machine – turning out a pleased man after man with kiss after kiss. I don’t think it would have been a fair competition for either of us against Crystal.

I could hear Daisy lording the win over Ted. My brother had advised her to actually LOSE a bet or two before betting the entire farm but I suppose teasing him into wanting to bet again was a viable strategy as well.

Current Split: Daisy wins 1% from her bet

10% Odd-Job’s cut

4% Ted’s cut

20% Crystal’s Cut

10% Savannah’s Cut –Bottom Bitch

15% My Cut – Bottom Bitch

20% Lloyd’s Cut

5% Conner’s Cut

11% Daisy’s Cut

5% Catfish’s Cut

“You always were a sore winner,” I overheard Ted answer back.

“You always were such a dumb dick head,” Daisy’s laugh came from deep within her belly and I could almost feel the palpable desire from Ted to bet again for another chance to get one over on her.

He grabbed the microphone and started to rally the diminishing crowd of onlookers. The ones with money to pay for kisses had either had as many as they were going to buy or were finishing up.

He explained that it was lunch time and that the “ATM machine right by the cigarette machine is working!” I was surprised Ted hadn’t stuck one of us in a box with some cash and made people stick ATM cards in our mouth and have us poop out money. I suppose the absurd imagery of that was what I was in for after thirty minutes of non-stop making out with my bare-ass presented for anyone to touch or kiss.

“We have smoked brisket, ribs, smoked mullet, we’ve got barbeque chicken done southern style. We’ve got baked beans, we’ve got beer, we’ve got soda for the kids, we’ve got hot dogs and burgers – It is now lunch time at the pool! Y’all, come on and take a bite.”

Some of the people who hadn’t come over to where we were, made their way over to the DJ booth. I should add that people weren’t entirely shocked that we were naked. When I had been run out of the bathroom with my bikini bottoms down around my ankles and cum on my face – most of these people had gotten a good look at me already.

I should also add that the four or five Mexican sisters that came early in the morning, and some of the other girls, had been flashing a boob now and then playfully. A teenage boy might run up behind another one and “pants” him by pulling down his shorts – I would later learn at places like biker rallies, Motley Crue concerts, and the Buckman this sort of behavior was considered fairly normal.

I had grown up in the cloistered suburb of Cherry Lawn Estates – and I am sure we’d have been escorted out by the local rent-a-cop if we showed up at our pool like this. Then again – who would do that in Cherry Lawn?

Here you obviously had to go above and beyond, and handcuff yourself to a wooden traffic barricade, if you wanted to be considered over-the-top and outlandish. I think the fact we had been like this for thirty minutes made it seem palatable or semi-normal to some of the people who initially seemed shocked or disgusted.

That, or Ted’s prices and the smell of the savory meats he was cooking up made them overlook the side-show girls.

The image lingered in my mind of a girl running around the community pool in Cherry Lawn in what I had on today with cum on her face. I could scarcely imagine the soccer moms and suburbanites reaction to such a scene and whether they would dare say anything about it.

I was relieved that this part of the ordeal was over. My mouth was dry, my ass was chapped – which is ironic considering how much Chap Stick Ryan had rubbed around the tender pink ring of my anus. I was most of all over-stimulated and my entire body was throbbing and shaking. I wanted desperately to frig myself, but IN PRIVATE and not on display for all these backwards people. I’m having a hard time trying to figure out why I’m getting so horny from being exposed and humiliated like this. I don’t want to be but my body just keeps betraying me. It’s all so confusing.

“You little fart biscuits are going to be fed –don’t worry about that,” Ted assured us that we were going to get his attention soon enough.

“You better bet on me again this time, Ma’am,” Savannah hollered to Daisy that she was the favorite when it came to being fed. I knew how awkward it was to have men push hot-dogs down my throat and feed me carrots or grapes, but at least it wasn’t actual cock and I was starving. We hadn’t eaten or drank anything besides the slobber or cum from some lucky hillbilly who had been inside our mouth all morning.

“Oh, we aren’t doing that game anymore,” Ted smiled into the microphone and addressed Savannah directly. “Our three little piggies are HONGRY, people! I don’t think they deserve any of this delicious smoked brisket all slathered in southern honey-BBQ sauce. Do you?”

I was actually surprised to discover that while the citizens of the Buckman were standing in line with paper plates getting their fill of beans, corn on the cob, and barbecue they really didn’t seem to give two shits about us. There was a general wave of apathy and just a couple loud “Fuck them bitches!”

I don’t know if I was hurt that our pain and suffering really didn’t seem to entertain or matter to them, or if I was relieved to no longer be the source of amusement for even a few minutes – it may have been a bit of both.

I could sense that Ted was frustrated and decided to up the ante. He told Ryan to uncuff our wrists and untie our hands. He instructed us to stand up straight while our ankles were still cuffed to the wooden traffic barricades. “Listen to me carefully, because I am only going to say this once. I want you dumb cunts to carefully carry your barricade over to the mud pit and place it in the MIDDLE of the pit. I don’t want any bitching or whining. Then I want you to lay down as you were and pussy boy here will handle the rest!”

I couldn’t lift my barricade by myself. My brother had to help me. Savannah budged hers and even my Aunt couldn’t do it. Catfish and Ryan helped move us over to the mud pits. The cuffs were still attached to my wrist, but hung down so that they could be attached again once we were securely in the center of the mud pit. We’d be further away from the road, but much more visible to the people at the pool; on a different side of the fence next to the empty lot where those two black girls wrestled the first night I came to the “Semen Hole” (Seminole) recreation center.

“Are you trying to help Daisy?” I whispered as soon as I got the chance to question my brother.

“Are you trying to help Daisy, Sir!” Conner spryly insisted I call him Sir. I could tell he was kidding but he was also not going to answer my question until I humored him.

“Fine, don’t be a dick Sir!” I whispered my acceptance of the rule, even though no one was listening. “We are never going to speak of this after this weekend – I won’t be calling you Sir, after this, Sir – you know that, right?”

“Oh, I don’t know – I think it suits you,” Conner quipped and as he walked backwards helping me carry the barricade added “No, I am not helping her – but if she does win then I will be positioned to hold on to our piece and if she doesn’t – then so much the better!”

He was playing both sides of the coin! Ted AND Daisy! A few days ago I would have been happy to see Ted taken down a notch, but after these last few days he had grown on me. I was definitely on his side and a little disappointed in Conner that he would play double agent like that.

It was one reason when he walked backwards into the mud-pit and fell completely on his ass that I laughed – hard. He looked up at me and heard other people laughing and shouted “That’s it! You are getting it now!”

Conner’s music had run out while he helped me move my barricade and perhaps it was the relatively stark silence that added to the mad-cap slapstick nature of the fall and the fact Conner’s reaction was priceless, but it was hysterical – trust me!

“Oh really, sir?” I held my hand over my mouth but it didn’t stop my laughter. He was covered from head to toe in the soupy, thick, wet red-grey clay from the mud pit that had been fed from a garden hose since the morning. “I don’t think I can get in any worse trouble than I already am? Ha-ha-ha, Sir!”

I wasn’t acting like a spoiled brat any longer. I probably was BEING one. I am after all a teenager, and that spontaneous falling after he smugly announced his double-agent plan was just too funny not to make me spill my guts laughing my ass off.

He stood up and ignored the laughter. Conner didn’t even wipe his brow. He walked me to the center and insisted I move forward along the traffic barricade as he uncuffed my feet.

“What? Why, Sir?” I wasn’t laughing any longer. I was puzzled about what he intended. I was wide-eyed now and trying to sound very apologetic in how I addressed him.

“Sit down – and hold the barricade,” Conner told me he was going to punish me.

“Please? I didn’t mean to laugh. It was just so funny, Sir! Please don’t Conner?”

“Using my first name? You aren’t on a first name basis with me today, Candy-Apple,” Conner had become belligerent and military-like. My brother’s tone reminded me of exactly how Ted talked to him when he was standing in the kitchen with a wash-cloth over his pecker and being dressed down.

We WERE getting the curious interest of the people standing around, with no place to sit who had been the first to get their brisket. They were walking towards the make-shift wooden bleachers that Catfish had put up around the mud-pit. It was where we had wrestled the previous day and now the mud was ankle-deep in most places. The clay squished between your toes and clung to your ankles.

Conner didn’t immediately clean up. He let his wet t-shirt slog down and brushed off a little mud from his face.

I immediately began to suspect what he intended once he made me sit down on the flat of the barricade. The duct tape protected me from the worst of it but the pressure from putting all of my weight directly on my pussy against the barricade was more than just a little uncomfortable.

Conner cuffed one foot to the back of the barricade and one foot to the front so that it looked like I was running. That made it so it put even more pressure on my pussy and I knew that it wouldn’t take long for it to get painful. I was worried about what might happen if he left me like this for any length of time.

“Don’t you have to consult with Ted to see if this is okay, Sir?” I didn’t know how to calm down my brother. I thought perhaps I could appeal to reason but my question only seemed to anger him more by questioning his authority openly.

“Bitch,” Conner didn’t stop posing me over the barricade “Ted has 4% right now – I have 5% - of your ass! I am a boss just like Daisy and him, and if you don’t stop questioning my authority I will prove that I am a boss by having you on your knees sucking every dick in the county!”

“You tell her, Conner!” Savannah’s coy sarcasm and mock approval might have made a more timid version of Conner see that he was over-reacting and cool down, but he turned to her and insisted she’d be next if she didn’t shut her mouth. I was surprised to discover that my cousin actually shut her mouth.

Catfish and Ryan just stood there watching this, once they had my Aunt and Cousin a few feet away from me.

Conner had my wrists cuffed together under the wooden bar so that I could not move. Then he had me raise up slightly and RIPPED OFF THE DUCT TAPE. The resulting yelp that came from my mouth was much louder than it probably should have been.

You might think my suffering would have made me the recipient of just a little sympathy from the crowd. I had been built up as such a deserving, little rich snot that my sudden, sharp cry of pain only brought laughter. “You sound like you are sitting on a cactus!” one belligerent old man joked before adding “Go back to Cherry Lawn Estates!” I could have sworn it was Mr. Sanderson from earlier this morning - The man whose cock I sucked.

I don’t know why I felt some sort of protection with that tiny six-inch by two inch strip of duct tape between my legs, but once it was gone and my full, bare slit was exposed to the world – I nearly lost it. The fact that I was an object of scorn and ridicule and everyone seemed to think I was a total bitch – was starting to weigh heavily on my conscious. I had always considered myself a goody-two shoes and while I wasn’t a prude – I couldn’t tell if being thought of as vile and evil was hurting me worse than being treated like a dumb slut and displayed for people’s amusement. They both had their own distinct impacts on me. “I am by nature a rule follower, a quiet and introspective teenager who wants to do the right thing,” I whispered to myself – reminding myself that I really wasn’t the person I pretended to be.

I wondered if the citizens of the Buckman would dislike me just as much if they knew I really came from Cherry Lawn as an over-achieving honor student who liked books, old movies, and hadn’t ever kissed a boy or been on a real date.

It was a thought I would have to push to the back of my mind for another time.

“You will keep your pussy right on the barricade and stand up as straight as possible. You will not shrug or slouch. Your back will be straight – you will remain that way until I let you to stop. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” I did and once my pussy touched the barricade I knew that I might not be able to do as I was told. “I am sorry for laughing at you.” I really was – and I could feel the pain of the scratchy wooden post crushing my clit-hood with my body weight almost immediately. There was no way to stand up – I could only balance myself on the saw horse.

“No, you are not. You are sorry that your brother has the right to discipline you and that these people get to watch,” my brother’s confidence seemed as real as his disappointment in my laughter. I wasn’t sure if this was part of the “act” – because as far as I could tell he had just lost patience with me. He asked me, “Aren’t you?”

“I guess I am, sir,” I really had no argument that I wasn’t exactly pleased to be disciplined by my brother in front of everyone.

Conner looked over the fence at the pool area to where Angel was standing in a white bikini that looked absurd with her bulging, pregnant belly and added, “If MORE family members took it upon themselves to discipline bratty, disrespectful, slutty girls there would be less of them and more well-behaved women who didn’t need this sort of punishment in order to get them to behave! Don’t you agree?”

“Yes sir,” I mumbled but my brother was no longer talking to me.

“Me?” Angel said in a loud enough voice from a table at the pool that everyone could hear what she said.

“No,” Conner answered her sarcastically. “I was looking at a different racist cow when I said that – and I am positive that when you spoke to me you didn’t just forget to say ‘Yes Sir.’?”

I turned to look at Angel. She had a heavenly face with bright blue eyes framed by light blonde hair just like Savannah. Despite her time at the pool – her skin was milk white. She may have been pregnant, but if you didn’t see her ripe watermelon like belly – you would have thought the girl had ample breasts, and voluptuous curves and the body of a model.

She was also standing right next to her boyfriend and her own family. They seemed shocked but not completely offended at this point. I thought her brother was a jealous maniac. He seemed disturbed but not ready to come knock my brother’s block off. I couldn’t understand what was going on.

“I am sorry, Sir!” she replied more meekly.

“You can remove that absurdly slutty bathing suit right now and walk over here,” Conner was not kidding and he was channeling someone or something – some personality I didn’t think he had in him. He had been serious with me before, but I always had my doubts and thoughts he might just fold if I pushed back. I didn’t have those doubts now, and I watched like everybody else to see what Angel would say.

Her nose was turning red and her ears were turning pink. She looked around at the table her family was sitting and specifically her boyfriend. She answered Conner that she ‘couldn’t do that, Sir!’

“You can’t, or won’t?” Conner stood his ground. “My sister is standing here topless and bottomless mounted by her cunt lips on a wooden horse. Do you know what it does to pussy flesh like you have between your legs?” I had never heard my brother use such vulgar language and so forcefully – what had gotten into him all of a sudden? Or had he been slowly evolving into this dominating person and I had not noticed?

There had been definitely times when he was timid and there had been times when he joked more than he should have in the recent days. This was not one of those times. He was forceful and confident and I was shocked!

“No sir, I do not!” Angel was turning pink all over her face and she seemed to be completely hypnotized by my brother. She stood a full head taller than him and was easily several years older, but she gave him her full attention.

“Then if you do not want to find out – you will take that bikini off, leave it where you are and walk to me. You will not run and you will not cover yourself in any way. Do you want me to come over there and take it from you?”

“Just a minute, bruh!” her ape-like boyfriend finally responded. He was wearing a half-shirt that read ‘You can’t ban THESE guns’ that pointed to his massive biceps. I could see the vein popping out of his thick forehead as he added, “You can’t talk to muh girlfriend that way.”

Conner was about to snap at him when Angel abruptly stepped out of her bikini and assured her boyfriend “Derek, Sir -It is okay - Conner is right. I’ve been a bad girl and I do deserve punishment. I will be back.”

Derek looked shocked, and so were the people at her table. He made no move to stop her though. I could see a grey haired man, whom I assumed was her father, about to say something but she held up a finger while she removed her bikini top and set it neatly on the concrete pool table.

“Don’t look, Gabriel,” Angel bent down and asked her much younger brother to turn around. He had short blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. He actually looked just like her only with a cherubic grin on his handsome, boyish face only slightly more innocent.

“I know you didn’t just address that MALE without respect and tell him he can’t look,” Conner had heard her from where we were and addressed her.

“I am sorry Sir!” Angel started walking towards the pool gate leaving her clothes on the table – She calmly walked in the other direction towards the gate without trying to cover her pregnant body from anyone at the pool. “Gabriel Sir, you can look if you want to,” she told her brother as she walked away.

The young boy just stood there – oblivious to what was going on and why he was being put on the spot. I don’t think he cared one way or the other but the act of saying that to him only seemed to make Angel blush more and slightly pick up her pace.

I couldn’t understand why her boyfriend let her make a fool of herself this way. Did they expect she was going to join the group out here and make money? She was a beautiful teenager with a face that matched her name but she also had a giant, pregger belly!

“You will WALK slowly and pass everyone. You will meet me at the DJ booth where you will bend over and hold your ankles until I get there – do you understand?”

“Yes SIR!” Angel was not in the least bit resistant now. I could see the people around her look stunned but no one moved to stop her or tell my brother off. I think the fact that we had been doing this all day outside made it seem more plausible somehow.

Conner turned to me and said nothing but I thought he might have winked and smiled while whispering “Jedi Mind Trick”.

He walked calmly over to the DJ booth and left me resting on my pussy-flaps, naked in front of the rest of the stunned audience who had just seen a former fallen high school prom queen undress and take orders from a boy at least three years younger than her. I could see the confusion in her boy-friends face most of all.

Ted got on the microphone as my brother walked away from me and said “Well god-damn, the boy has some balls!” and with that he received a spontaneous outpouring of applause. Ted was now in command of the DJ booth and he popped in a little rock music to change the tempo as he explained that was ‘somewhat unexpected.’

Savannah and Crystal were both chained up like we were before at the V.I.P tent. Ryan was painting a red and white target around their mouth and on their nipples and ass cheeks.

Ted said that I’d be next and he’d figure out what to do with me. “I don’t want to piss off Bad-ass Conner or anything,” he joked with a chuckle that sounded actually proud of Conner more than it put him down – something new for Ted.

“As Conner mentioned out there – the girls laugh at our pain, they laugh at our misfortune. They spent all our money and laughed about that. Do you see any of them laughing now?”

Ted turned the music down and waited for a response that never came before continuing “You see how we have to treat them to get them to respect us? Well, yesterday, we let people here feed them by hand and they turned around and run off and went partying. The mother just let them go and did nothing about it – didn’t you, Crystal?”

It was unfair to expect Crystal to have done anything about it – but she accepted responsibility by shaking her head yes vigorously.

“You taught these cunts to be cunts like you, and despite our best efforts to make this easy – you make it hard. You make it so hard that now we have to treat you like the beasts and fuck pigs you are becoming!”

Ryan had moved on to marking me up with targets. I had a suspicion of what was going to happen and my stomach was dropping as I realized the pain was only getting worse as my legs started to feel like lead from holding myself off the wooden horse. I would soon be unable to maintain the support and then my FULL weight would pull me down on it and I could only imagine the agony I would feel on my pussy.

“Sorry,” Ryan offered in whisper to me directly.

“It’s okay Sir, it’s your job,” I didn’t hold any ill will that he had to pick up and hold each hard, puffy, sore nipple to paint it with big red concentric rings.

“Hey, I am the guy you don’t have to call Sir,” Ryan reminded me he was ‘pussy boy’ with a chuckle and an accepting grin.

“I am glad you are so okay with it, Pussy-boy” I whispered back with a quirky sort of chuckle.

“It seems like you two have something more important to talk about rather than listen to the rules?” Ted had been talking on the microphone and we had accidentally not been listening.

“Sorry Sir,” Ryan piped up loudly and took the blame on himself, patronizing Ted with an over-the-top acceptance of his guilt, “I was asking my girlfriend if she would let me fuck her in the ass later after this is over. Sorry – my bad!”

“Oh, and what did she say, Pussy Boy?” Ted was happy to oblige by playing this out – leaving me exposed just as I was on my horse. The hot wind was blowing across my chest and it only served to make me more aware that I was naked now.

“What do you think she said, sir?” Ryan playfully replied and when Ted didn’t respond he realized he may have overstepped his good-graces with Ted.

“I said I SURE would, Sir!” I bravely or foolishly followed Ryan’s lead adding, “But we’d have to sneak out again, and I know you were probably going to tie me up tonight!”

“Why in the fuck,” Ted spoke to me in disbelief over the loud speaker, “would you give that scrawny little piss-boy your booty-hole again, if you knew you would get in trouble?”

“Simple sir!” I playfully replied, “You don’t want me to! AND he promised me caviar, champagne and all the candy I wanted!!” I really wasn’t sure why I added candy to the list but I couldn’t think of anything that sounded extravagant to giggle about it. The crowd booed at me – I was their villain once again.

“You know you aren’t right and deserve punishment?” Ted asked me almost laughing.

“Yes sir, I know!” I playfully agreed to either the fact I wasn’t right or that I needed punishment. I was lost in the act again and not quite sure if I was talking about the real me any longer or the character I portrayed.

Ted went straight into the rules of his new game. “We’ve got buckets of rotten tomatoes, and some other crap that we are selling, one buck for a handful or three bucks for five handfuls! You toss- they eat! Hit them square in the mouth, we wash them down like this,” he signaled to Catfish who sprayed a sputtering and angry Savannah in the mouth with a Super Soaker squirt gun.

“You hit them in the ass,” Ted explained while Catfish obliged the crowd with a demonstration of a tomato thrown point blank and hard against Crystal’s ass –splattering red, juicy seeds between her cheeks, “and they will eat that too!”

“You ladies have had it too good – you bitches hungry and willing to be fed by the generous donations of the audience?”

“Yes Sir!” Crystal dutifully spoke up while Savannah and I were a bit more restrained and reluctant.

Catfish sprayed me in the face with the water and chuckled. I had grown up in a suburb and never heard of “well water” that smelled like sulfur and rotten garbage but that was the kind they had in the Buckman and the taste was like trying force-eating a rotten liquid egg down my throat. I shrugged it off – and endured the embarrassment of being soaked. No one was coming to my rescue – everyone thought this was just part of the game and honestly, it was what I had signed up for.

“Ladies, you ate me out of house and home and you want more, more, more – you want to have dinner at Outback steak house, but you are sneaking around OUT BACK and fucking guys behind my back – you will take what you are given and happily – and if no one throws a morsel at you – you’ll be thankful. Do you understand? Say YES SIR like you mean it, or we’ll call the whole thing off!”

“Thank you Sir-urrrr,” Savannah cat-called her obedience and I followed suit. That pleased Ted. We weren’t supposed to be cured – we were supposed to be inconsolable and defiant, and slowly one by one people stepped up and inquired to try feeding us.

They lofted tomatoes that often missed, and one person even threw what I assumed was a lump of mud or dog shit. The first time a spoiled peach hit me in the face it felt like a softball to the nose. It bounced right off and caused me to slam my weight on my clit –sending shocking pain up and down my spine. The spasm from the weight of my body on the horse was blowing my mind and the blunt pain from the peach knocked the wind out of me.

People laughed.

They laughed at it genuinely hurting me.

The thing was - The resulting feeling of the physical sensation was something between an orgasm and a deep aching pain all combined in one. The humiliation of their laughter sent chills up my spine and I was so turned around with sensations that I actually couldn’t help but gasp and sputter a slow anguished moan hoping no one saw the look of strained pleasure across my face. How could all this pain cause me to have an orgasm. It shouldn’t be doing that. I mean, if it hurts it’s not supposed to cause you to feel good, is it? I’m confused. It could be why it was so easy for people to laugh at me – if they thought I got off on this treatment. I had pretended so often that I was no longer sure if I wasn’t actually doing that.

Someone picked the peach out of the mud and made me eat it – consume every bit of the spoiled peach down to the pit. It was sour, but not black and mealy; but it was clearly dirty and disgusting. The juicy flesh of the soft peach and its fuzz felt like Savannah’s pussy and I couldn’t help but fantasize I was giving her a tongue bath. She had such a tiny little pink asshole – I couldn’t imagine anyone fitting a dick inside of it.

I was embarrassed that I had been eating the peach like a pussy and people were laughing at me devouring it like an animal while they hand fed me.

“She is on a seefood diet now – when the bitch sees food, she eats it! She is learning not to waste in our house!” Ted crowed on the microphone as people reacted to me like a trained monkey performing tricks. I closed my eyes and ate my ‘lunch’ – chewing each mealy sickly-sweet over-ripe bite and swallowing as quickly as I could while the Buckman crowd had a good laugh at all three of us.

My Aunt’s longtime Nemesis April Haislip was there and she chucked a tomato at Crystal’s face. She couldn’t get a rise out of her even though she had hit her several times. Crystal accepted it with a grace that was simply totally out of character for her.

April’s blonde, leggy daughter Tawny was on her phone and ignoring us. “I’ll deal with those LOSERS later, MOTHER!” she insisted.

April wanted to get Crystal’s goat. She was convinced this was all some sort of act, but if it was – Crystal showed no sign of not relishing her humiliation and degradation at every turn. She wiggled her ass and smiled as missile after missile was launched from her once-rival April.

“Tawny, my arm is getting tired and I’ve broken another God-damned nail. Can you get over here and throw a few?” April bitched at her daughter to help her torment us but to

no avail.

“I can’t right now, I am dealing with this facebook bitch!” Tawny had checked out and

Was lost typing on her phone. “Why is this bitch tripping, cuz I wrote on her picture that she look drunk. She did look drunk!” Tawny explained to no one in particular while speaking in the white-girl version of hood-rat.

I should have been taking notes on how to act like a bratty, self-absorbed, vain bitch because she had it down to a science and I wish she was over here sucking on dirty rocks and putrid fruit instead of me!

Her mom stared daggers at her but didn’t force her to get off her phone. She was wearing oversized sunglasses that made her seem particularly unimpressed with her daughter’s problem. I wanted to imagine that April saw herself in her daughter – all the worst parts and wished she could change the outcome so that she didn’t grow up to be just like her.

I received a dirty rock in my mouth and some angry middle aged woman telling me to “suck on this instead of her husband’s cock” while I was doing my wishful thinking.

“So, I wrote LOL,” Tawny shrugged dismissively that whatever she said online to comment someone else’s picture with the word LOL added would mean it wasn’t offensive no matter what she said. “If I say something mean but put LOL now it is a joke! Why does she have to be all upset and get in MY business and post comments on MY shit? I did not tell her to do that!”

Tawny completely ignored the three of us serving as human targets, her mother and everyone else besides her phone – It was pretty obvious that Tawny wasn’t even talking to anyone when she asked her question out loud.

Her mother said nothing but looked at her daughter obsessing over her Facebook rivalry.

“How come she is writing on all my pics, my Facebook? She captioned ALL of my pictures that I am a ho and a stank bitch!” Tawny was giving a play-by-play real time of the reaction of her Facebook Nemesis. “Now all these bitches on my friends list are liking ALL her comments. I am going to post my location and DARE that bitch to meet me in the Buckman. I will kick her ass! But she is too chickenshit to show up!”

April ignored her daughter’s drama and fired off another round at us before eventually growing bored of Crystal’s lack of suffering and regret. “You just aren’t making it as much fun – I will figure out your angle. You are a crafty bitch!” April warned Crystal before leaving the mud-pit.

I too wished I understood what happened with my Aunt and while I speculated the only answer seemed to be she had a total about face and seemed to thrive on the degradation and submission to Ted. I just couldn’t believe that might be true even though it seemed like the simplest and most obvious answer. She begged for more fruit while Savannah and I just endured it.

Savannah would egg on a few people with some tough talk but once someone hit her in the eye with a water gun or pegged her good – it would make her hush and be nice for a little while.

I was pelted with some more fruit, foul language and even some stale beer was dumped over my head by about four more guys. Gerald and Tater were two boys who knew Savannah pretty well. They were running up behind my cousin and tossing mud and worms on her head while she yelled at them and demanded Catfish “At least make them pay five dollars for that!”

Catfish shrugged his shoulders with a mirthful ‘boys will be boys’ smile but chased them off adding “ and don’t come back unless you got money!”

Savannah was defiant but she could come up fussy while she was completely at the mercy of everyone else. She ended up taking a mud pie to the mouth from someone else while she told the boys off and that was the last I heard her say for a few minutes! That really seemed to tickle Catfish; it had shut her up.

We were the main attraction for laughter and people pointing but the paying customers were not coming like they had the day before. They were either intimidated or overwhelmed, or there may really have just not been enough teasing and mystery to this game to get their interest. It occurred to me Ted may have just actually bled this particular group of people dry of money from the games and bets the day before.

Ted had to modify the game so that someone had to come feed us when we were hit in the ass or face with fruit. He let the trick that threw the fruit do it or he made Ryan do it.

When Ted and his trainers finally decided to let us off the horses, we all felt like we were going to fall over into the mud. Even Crystal seemed visibly shaken as she tried to right herself. I frankly didn’t care if I was covered in mud and refuse at that point – I was in pain overload where it stopped hurting and started feeling surreal. The sensations were a mixed bag of ucky awful, sharp pain, blunt pain, humiliation and over-sexual stimulation and exposure. Why did all of this cause me to be so close to having an orgasm? I don’t find any of this sexy, just humiliating to the nth degree.

Ted insisted we squat down and one by one lick the other girls butt crack clean – dirt, mud, it didn’t matter what it was. “I want to see your face in those asses!”

The term “add insult to injury” sprung to mind as I did what I was told and literally ate wet dirt and clay off my Aunt and cousin’s ass cracks. They had us squat down and lick each other but super soakers and garden hoses across our backs did the rest.

Ted seemed pleased to have won another bet with Daisy and his 1% back. I was never told the conditions of the bet, but it had something to do with whether this would work or not and make money.

Odd-Jobs came around noon and put a stop to what we were doing. He shouted that ‘nudity will not be tolerated’ at the pool. Then looking all official, walked out and gave us our thongs to put on, telling us that we should be spanked for showing all our goods in front of everyone.

While I got washed down with a warm garden hose by Ryan, I overheard Odd-jobs tell Ted that he wanted there to be mystery in the DJ booth away from all the tricks. “This isn’t supposed to be an outright gang-bang. You are supposed to make the tricks WANT to see what is under their bikinis.”

Daisy implored Odd-Jobs that the teasing had to end. “These girls act like their pussies are too much for anyone to see or touch, their asses are just to smack. They are fucking whores – let’s just cut the shit and make some real money,” she said.

“I think everyone has seen them by now though,” Ted actually agreed with his sister that they should take things in a more extreme direction, but I overheard Odd Jobs tell them both if they weren’t going to do it by his rules – he’d find someone else who could. That shut Ted and Daisy up and they returned to making us wear our tops and bottoms.

“I told you what I wanted – and you will abide by the bets you made with them. They will whore tomorrow if they fuck up – but you will do this fair and you will do it square. I may be a liar and a bullshitter – but I am not a cheater. You got me?”

Odd-Jobs established he was the real leader all along and Ted was his ring-master.

“It’s an impossible bet!” Conner was inside the DJ booth where I could not see him. I had assumed he had changed his own clothes while he dealt with Angel.

He said that he calculated we’d have to suck five HUNDRED cocks at twenty dollars apiece. “Even at the more aggressive rate of fifty dollars Daisy was getting with the tricks – that’s two hundred dicks. They would need to suck about ten an hour,” my brainy brother offered his analysis of the problem.

I had been a MATH honor student – how had I not done this math. We’d need at least ten MORE hours and we only had about five more hours before the end of the day.

“Conner? What in the Sam Hill are you doing with Angel?”

“Teaching her a lesson in how to respect men! Aren’t I Angel?”

“Yes Sir, thank you!” Angel’s voice cooed submissively like butter. I couldn’t see her face but I could imagine someone who seemed completely at ease and accepting of her situation.

“You have her naked with a baseball bat shoved up her ass? Do you know who her boyfriend is?”

“Derek Hammond? Yeah he is over there with her father.” My brother seemed uncharacteristically unconcerned. I knew he had problems with bullies back in Cherry Lawn and this beast would tear him apart, but surprisingly Conner seemed either oblivious or unafraid. I wasn’t sure what was worse.

“Do you know who her father IS?” Odd-Jobs seemed even more concerned when he saw the white-haired gentleman sitting about thirty yards away at the table with Derek.

“Nope? Should I?” Conner answered flippantly.

“He is the leader of the S.S.’s motorcycle club. These are outlaw bikers, son. Does he know what you are doing with his daughter?”

My brother was punishing Angel in the V.I.P. tent with the tarp down so that she could not be seen by the regulars at the pool. I could hear Catfish, Ted, and Odd-Jobs as well as the hardcore watchers inside but not see what was going on.

The picture in my mind of a naked, pregnant homecoming queen helpless and bent over with a baseball bat either in her asshole or pussy and her engorged, swollen tits swinging pendulously while she stood on display was sufficient.

“Angel, walk out to your father and show him your baseball bat. Tell him you were a bad girl today and ask if he will let you go home and stay like that until morning.”

“But Sir?” I heard her sweet-honey southern voice go up and her make a moaning “Owwieee” noise that was definitely more pain than it was pleasure. She might just have been giving birth for all I know.

“I thought you had been learning some respect. I gave you an order. My sister stood outside with that baseball bat up her ass all night in the yard – in the rain. Would you like to do that?” he challenged her. “You are going to give birth to that baseball bat before you do that baby so you don’t become a shitty, careless mother who teaches her child her discourteous, impertinent ways!”

“Imperwhat, Suh-urrrr?” Angel was a lot of things but smart was not one of them. She struggled with my brother’s explanation.

“You dumb slut – you are going to be tied up with nigger lover written on your ass and a baseball bat shoved up there. You don’t need to know any more than that – doing this will be the lesson you need,” Conner was serious and not backing down.

First my Aunt changed completely and now Conner? Would this be a permanent change?

“Tied up? With nigger lover written on me? But, but, my father hates black people! Sir!” Angel didn’t answer his question and for that I heard her moan again as Conner obviously adjusted that bat up her ass and thrust it further. She was clearly desperate to find out what he was going to do to her and expect of her.

“Butt! Butt!” Conner drove the bat further into Angel’s rear end and I heard her groan. “You have so many buts and excuses – you need to learn from this one you carry around. You think you are so good looking and beautiful that heaven pours from your ass when you take a shit!”

“You think I am beautiful, Sir?” Angel took THAT away from what my brother was saying?

She could have just ignored him, told him to go away but she acted as if he had enough leverage to make her do these things – and that she was in agreement she would if only he would consider being lenient.

My brother didn’t answer her question. “This is not a negotiation Angel. You were told this would happen and you pushed things and now it is happening. You have only yourself to blame. Do you agree?” my brother didn’t sound the least bit sympathetic.

“Yes sir, I agree!” Angel sputtered in a sweet, southern accent that was entirely Georgia Peach and not as rough and tumble as Savannah. “I have to ask my own father to treat me this way? I can’t?”

“Yes, you can and you WILL stand outside just like this in your FRONT yard and tell him that is what he has to do with you until 6 A.M, or that I will take you to OUR neighbor’s house – and give you to them. They are black. I am sure they will find a use for you!”

“But, I am pregnant! Sir,” Angel pleaded, but my brother gave her another dose of the bat and then told her she should have thought about THAT before laughing at me last night and him this afternoon. “You want to be a good girl?”

I thought for sure after Odd-Jobs speech about keeping things from being over the top he was going to stop my brother. I thought especially because he was concerned about the reaction of the boyfriend and the biker-dad but he watched in stunned silence as a former pageant queen, who was now naked as a jay-bird wearing only body-writing about her loving ‘niggers,’ proudly walked with a baseball bat firmly up her ass towards her father.

“Daddy?” I heard her say in a sweet tone before adding “Sir” to it and asking permission to go home. “I am a dirty daughter –I’ve been bad and now I am being punished. Is that okay Sir?”

There were people in the crowd whose eyes bulged. They had seen us doing nasty things all day long, but having a bat firmly planted up one’s ass and waddling out pregnant with bulging tits was shocking even for the hard-core watchers in the V.I.P. tent.

There was talking, there was laughing, there was pointing, there was no one who just ignored what happened – well everyone except for her family and boyfriend.

They sat in their pool chairs and waited for her to come over to them. Her father raised a beer to Conner and put a towel around and walked her to the pool gate with the rest of her family, including a confused Gabriel. Once she had walked down Seminole past Junior’s trailer I saw them whip the towel off of her and make her walk the rest of the way with her hands behind her back.

“How on earth did you pull that off?” there was a tone of appreciation and respect from Odd-Jobs as he questioned my brother and what arrangement he worked out with those gentlemen. “You trying to add another hussy to our collection of punishable sluts?”

“Well, at least she couldn’t get pregnant like these other two,” Daisy chuckled but added “I don’t want to split the money with any more dumb cunts though.”

“No, I know a pregnant woman out here might cause some risks and maybe even turn off some guys. I did threaten I might do it though,” Conner was getting patted on the back while he explained himself. “I had some one from that Mexican family ask me if she could sell an extra bottle of milk for her baby – haha!”

Daisy felt up her own large breasts absent mindedly before continuing “you have some balls – I didn’t think you did but you do.”

“You should have seen her before Conner inserted the baseball bat. He showed Angel the teaser, the pleaser, the shocker, the spocker, the show-stopper! I think she dilated and was about to have the fucking baby right here on the damned DJ booth floor.” Catfish was equally impressed of my brother’s persuasion skills – if that is what this was.

“If I told you all of my secrets,” my brother smirked “I would have to kill you.”

He turned to me and spoke directly to me “Jedi Mind Trick”.