Chapter Seventy-Three

Masturbating is a form of stress relief – so go fuck yourself and calm down!

“You saw Angel’s father walk HER home. She disrespected me, her boyfriend – everyone, and he didn’t have a problem with a baseball bat going right up her ass in front of everybody!” Conner’s voice cracked slightly. I don’t think he wanted to have all the attention from the crowd watching this play out. There was really nothing either of us could do about it right then - We had it!

All the regular pool activity had ceased and centered right upon my naked, quivering, body. I could feel all eyes staring at the space between my legs and I knew I was wet but there was nothing I could do about that either. I heard people call me ‘skank’ and ‘whore’ in between laughs and chuckles. No one protested – no one felt sorry for me and I think that hurt, in and of itself, because I didn’t want to be the villain.

Two months ago I wanted to be Elsa from Disney’s Frozen for Halloween this year because she was the good one! I’ve grown so street wise, and done so many things in the past week, that the girl who wanted to dress up for Halloween seems like a stranger to me in the mirror. I was starting to feel like the bitch I pretended to be and I was starting to feel like this punishment was real and something I had earned. I knew in the back of my mind I had instigated it, and all to earn the 10,000 dollars we needed to win our bet with Ted.

I was being a whore now so that tomorrow I didn’t have to be a REAL whore. I told myself that over and over – but why wasn’t I believing it? I was so confused at that moment and the kicks and snide remarks were only making it impossible to rationalize things. I was stuck living in the moment.

“Yes Sir, I know – but you all did that to us last night, and I obviously didn’t learn from THAT either,” I admitted innocently enough.

“You don’t see me drinking booze, or fucking strangers, or running off and wasting money when bills are due – none of these kinds of lessons are needed for me – do you know WHY dumbass?” Conner left off and kicked me again right in the ass.

“FOURTEEN SIR, thank you!” I had become an expert at grunting through pain and thanking people for punishing me over the last week – but this was still grueling, and enduring my brothers barbs at me were starting to feel even more personal. He wasn’t attacking the swanky yet fictional slut from the upper-crust – he was attacking ME! His REAL sister Ellen and the physical pain was on par with the mental anguish!

“I was born with common sense and a SET of balls between my legs. That means that I had to earn everything that was given to me. I couldn’t just shake my ass and wink my eyes and magically someone would BRING it to me – I don’t see anyone coming to rescue you and put a stop to this. Everyone HERE seems to think you deserve and need this –don’t they?”

I couldn’t believe that my formerly shy little brother, who seemed passive and good-natured, was now getting the crowd in on deciding my fate and agreeing I deserved everything that I had coming to me and more! – And they did agree!

“You are lucky I don’t have ANOTHER baseball bat or you WOULD be sitting on one right now – and maybe next time you do, the lesson will stick! Lessons don’t stick in your head Sis. You do your thinking with that fat-ass you carry around with you! You open it like a purse whenever you need to buy something – and shake it. You might as well let us see what is so important between your legs!”

His words were sharp and they hurt. I think just hearing this talk from my brother was sufficient to break me down, but being bent over naked at his command and everyone’s laughter while I squeezed apart my cheeks for their amusement was pushing me further over the edge. There was a circular logic to it – the humiliation I felt at people seeing me fueled my arousal which humiliated me further which made my pussy even wetter!

“God damn – at least SHE wiped that ass! I think I can see a turd ball down in that dark hole!” Catfish’s well-timed joke brought out waves of chuckles and chortles. I heard a fat man laugh so hard he spit out his false teeth and they clattered on the cement near my feet.

People laughed at the fat man’s dilemma – he was now sharing in my humiliation and there was nothing I could do about that. I have to admit the sight of a now toothless fat man, who went from jolly to ashamed in under ten seconds, was kind of funny. He stood there in a sweaty t-shirt that read “Up Yours Ayatollah” and sweat pants and sobbed.

“You are going to laugh at him dropping his teeth aren’t you?” Conner was in my face confronting me about the possibility I might have giggled. “You aren’t better than him – do you think you are better than him?”

“No sir!” I offered eagerly – the punishment he was dealing out had taken its toll on my headspace and I think I believed I was the rich-bitch and this punishment was actually appropriate for whatever I had done wrong. I found myself ACCEPTING what was happening to me as if this were not a game, a grift, and I found myself being compliant the more he made fun of me and caused me suffering. I wondered if this was how Crystal had made that leap of logic into the dutiful little slut-pig slave she had become for Ted?

“I want you to get on your knees and prove it,” Conner’s order was an implied threat that if I disobeyed him there would be hell to pay. I wasn’t going to disobey him now – all thought or pretense that I needed to antagonize my brother had gone in a panic that kept my stomach doing backflips in my tummy. He told me as I bent down awkwardly with the spreader bar keeping my legs wide apart that I was to crawl over and recover those teeth and bring them to the nice man. “Keep your hands between your legs pulling your cheeks apart – let’s see you wiggle.”

I nodded demurely and wiggled my ass when my brother told me. The cement scraped my knees and I thought I was going to fall over with my legs so far apart, but I managed to get to the upper plate of teeth. My brother told me to bark like a dog.

“Ruff!” I barked with a slight smirk – a sound pleasing to a great deal of pleased redneck white-trash. I wanted to laugh at how absurd it must seem

“More!” Conner played to the crowd and I complied by giving him a quick double-bark “Get that grin off your face – bark for me pup-girl!”.

“RAWF!” I let out a louder howl-bark that really satisfied the crowd’s desire to see me humiliate myself.

“Fetch the teeth and bring them to the nice man!” Conner pointed at the pink false teeth that had clattered on the cement.

I looked at Conner confused – how would I pick them up without the use of my hands.

“Bitch-dogs don’t have hands, dummy!” Conner kicked the teeth further away with his sneaker so that I’d have to scamble after it, and told me to use my mouth. “Let’s see you use that snout for putting more than dicks in it.”

The crowd was laughing and talking about what they saw me doing – and I felt it. A long tear rolled down my cheek, but I followed after the denture and did my best to get it in my mouth. It tasted like plastic and old-man kisses. There was a stinky sweet-smell to it and some sort of sticky-goo on the top of it.

“That’s it – don’t keep everybody waiting – go bring it over here, come on, chop chop!” Conner urged me to deliver the teeth faster, but moving across the pool on my knees hurt so badly that I wasn’t sure if doing it faster hurt worse or got it over faster. I preferred the ‘cunt punts’ to the sharp, jagged little bits that drove themselves into the skin around my knees and the pain in my bones. There wasn’t a person there who hadn’t seen my pussy or my ass.

“Get his other teeth – quick!” Conner shooed me off to fetch the bottom dentures after I dropped the top ones into the fat guy’s meaty-hands. He was bigger than Daisy but with that same burly, wide shoulders and a giant beer gut that seemed so common in the trailer park.

Once I had fumbled around long enough to retrieve the bottoms for him, Conner decided I wasn’t done. He made me say, “Sir, I am sorry that I made you laugh so hard you lost your teeth and people laughed at you. I know how it is to be the butt of jokes because I usually make people into those and now I am the butt of my own joke.”

The man didn’t know what to say to that – so he stood there looking down at me after I repeated what Conner told me to say.

“Now ask the nice man if he will help me punish you – because you are a bad, naughty girl who doesn’t do what she is told and took her time getting his dentures. I want you to plead with him to help.”

“Yes Sir,” I was holding back REAL tears as I begged him “Please sir, my brother is right to punish me like this. I know what I am doing seems awful– out here in front of everybody, but it’s the only way I will learn to behave myself. Will you, um...,” I thought for a second and my brother kicked me hard between the legs while I paused.

“FIFTEEN SIR! THANK YOU!” I screamed loudly as I absorbed the punishment of my brother’s foot to my pussy’s tenderest outside parts.

“Fifteen cocks you sucked today? Fifteen years old today? Fifteen whats?”

“Fifteen cunt punts, Sir – you have issued fifteen corrections and I have five more, and I thank you for them!” I was angry and speaking through gritted teeth; but I offered a compliant, fake positive smile as I did which seemed to satisfy my brother.

“Turn around and present your wet pussy to this man so that he can see it – use your fingers to pull those lips apart for him,” Conner continued the momentum of the punishment with another strange order.

I did as I was told – not questioning or asking for him to continue the punishments. I felt the old man in the bathroom had about had his money’s worth but I was bound to continue as long as Conner felt was necessary – that was the deal.

“Are you wet and turned on, sis?” Conner asked a question he already knew the answer to.

There was no point in lying and I felt that even though people could probably smell how wet and musky I was – or see it glistening on my pussy that admitting it was even dirtier and more degrading. “Yes sir, I am – SO sorry about that!”

“You aren’t sorry – you are a perverted, wicked bitch who is getting off on this on some level – so here is what you are going to do. You are going to ask that man to put his teeth between your legs so that you can lie out of THAT hole the way you lie out of the one on your face.

I was quietly contemplating what happens if I disobey when my brothers booming “DO IT!” frightened me enough to make me squirt. I squirted cum out of my pussy and down my legs. It wasn’t a waterfall but it was enough it was obvious.

“Was that piss or cum?” Conner didn’t back down.

“Cum, sir?” I wanted to crawl into a pit and bury myself.

“Are you asking me or telling me?” Conner got that from Dad. That was something my Dad said all the time when you didn’t sound sure of your answer.

“I am telling you sir – it is cum!” I pleaded with my brother. He was scaring me with his intense anger towards me, and this punishment had gone way past what I thought he was capable of doing.

“Your cum or men’s cum?” Conner almost made me laugh at the absurd notion that men’s cum had sprayed out of my pussy like a jet – If I hadn’t been so scared I might just have blurted out a giggle!

I answered him seriously, “It was mine - my cum Sir – I couldn’t help it. Please don’t make me do this sir!”

“Oh cry me a river!” Conner insisted “You are such a narcissistic, little attention whore – you probably haven’t taken a shit in 15 years without first snapping a selfie and posting it on Facebook! You love looking at yourself and you love it even more that people are having a good look at what you are packing between your legs? That perfect little pink pussy is all puffy like a peach – you love this don’t you?”

“WHAT?” I wasn’t sure where he was getting any of this – and I was surprised that I was oddly flattered he thought my pussy was somehow perfect “No Sir! That’s simply not true!”

“Oh? Then why are you fingering that pussy? I just told you to hold it apart so he could see!” Conner’s words made me freeze when I suddenly realized in my nervous hysteria I had subconsciously been working my pussy with a two-finger massage in and out and my clit gently in semi-circles between finger and thumb.

“That’s right slut! We all saw what you were doing – don’t stop now like we won’t notice!” Conner insisted I continue promising that after this I would never question his ability to punish me again and that I would be a good girl who will let whoever he decides to continue my punishment have a turn.

“Yes sir! I am soo fucking sorry!” I blurted out. I would never have cussed a week ago but now it seemed so natural.

“Not sorry enough! Beg the nice man to allow you to put his false teeth inside your pussy and talk to the crowd with it – and I won’t give you the rest of your cunt punts!” Conner was rubbing my ass cheeks the way some guys do right before they are going to smack your ass. It is almost as if they are sort of warming you up or getting up the nerve to slap down hard on your ass.

“What? I’ll just take the five cunt punts I have coming Sir, and I promise I’ll be good! PLEASE!” I was as genuinely honest as I could be there - the thought of putting that man’s false teeth into my vagina seemed pointlessly disturbing and I only had five more to go of my original punishments. I didn’t want to let my brother move the goal posts and drag this out further.

“I don’t think you understand, Sis!” Conner popped my butt hard, causing it to jiggle and people to laugh at my shock and dismay “When your brother ASKS you to do something – the request is a curtesy. You do what you are told from now on, is that clear?”

“Yes sir!” I was swept up in the energy of the moment and answered without hesitation. He had given me precious little time to think of something to say to the heavy-set gentleman who was staring down at my ass from right behind me.

“Masturbation is a form of stress relief – so if I tell you to go fuck yourself – you do it and calm down!” Conner’s quip seemed out of place. I think a part of him remained calm and placid, despite the lurid things I was doing right in front of him and his position as my tormentor of the moment. It felt anachronistic to hear him sound so jovial, and I think even he realized that because he quickly returned to talking loudly and critical of my shortcomings.

“Your ass jiggles when I smack it – it’s not tight like your cousin – too many jelly donuts!” he observed, before reiterating his earlier orders. “You had better promise this man you are going to clean his teeth when he gets them back out of your slimy twat! – do it now!” Conner gave me a parting shot on the ass as he delivered his command.

“Sir?” I looked over my shoulder at the stubbly-faced, slovenly dressed fat-man leering at me with a giddy smile. He already knew what I might say, and despite the very unlikely idea of a teenage girl begging to put his false-teeth in her pussy in front of him – he didn’t question it at all.

“Yes, sweefth girl?” fatty asked with a lisp from his lack of teeth. I had been told to continue masturbating and I found myself picking up the pace as I got nervous, searching for the words to answer him while people laughed at how pathetic we both were.

“My brother wanted me to ask,” Conner popped me on the ass hard with his hand to stop me.

“You are asking for yourself – not me! Go on Ellen – ask him your question and don’t stop playing with yourself – you are doing good – beg a little louder too. I want everyone to hear you. You want this punishment over don’t you, Ellen?”

He hurled my first name at me as if it was a source of derision – as if the very name Ellen was disgusting by itself. It was the first time I had ever heard it said quite like that or made that observation. Everyone else had called me all kinds of names, like slut or piggy, but Conner was using my real name and humiliating me with that!

“Yes sir,” I cleared my throat and in raising my voice I sounded much more demanding than I had intended “PLEASE, MAY I PUH-LEEZ PUT YOUR DENTURES IN MY PUSSY!”

The awkward laughter that followed made my skin crawl and if I had thought I couldn’t be any more embarrassed than I had been I was wrong.

He laughed and was either dense or he played along and made me draw out my begging. “What ‘fur?”

“I am being punished for being a spoiled brat Sir, and for defying all the rules – if you let me borrow your dentures my brother won’t cunt punt me any more – and I can learn my lesson – please?” I answered him as clinically and as straight forward as I could, but this didn’t seem to please my brother.

Conner smacked my ass and told me to “Pull those purple-cunt lips apart! So he can see where his dentures are going – are you sorry you disobeyed me now, ELLEN?” there it was again – the painful spike of embarrassment that rode through me when I heard my brother say my name like that. I didn’t want to hear it spoken like that again –and I would do anything to get his approval at that point.

“Yes Master,” I hadn’t meant to say that, but I wasn’t thinking. I pulled my pussy as wide as I could while continuing to finger my clit steadily. The scent of my pussy was pungent now as I arched my back and let my juices drip down my leg. I don’t think I could have stopped if I had been ordered to – I was too deep in my own sexual arousal to think straight!

“Master is it?” Conner didn’t let that slide. “I like that – more of that! But you aren’t convincing our friend here – I don’t think he wants to trust you with his false teeth! You want a cunt punt instead, ELLEN?”

My skin crawled.

“NO MASTER!” I shrieked accepting my brother’s wish I call him Master without question – anything to get him to stop calling my name that way. I was raised to want acceptance – to be a good girl, to follow rules, and now I was seen by all these white trash yokels as this rich-bitch and my brother was pushing all of my psychological buttons.

My parents had us both tested months earlier. I think they thought he has Aspergers or something. He came back with an INTJ personality – and I made a mental note to read about that once this was all over. Mine came back as an “ISFJ” and I was told it meant a “Nurturer”. I didn’t read up on it because I didn’t take all that much stock in it at the time. I wondered now if it would help me understand why it meant so much to me that I not be in trouble and why I was having a mild panic attack while I frigged myself to orgasm.

There it was – the first spasm in my leg as I began to convulse and mewl. I didn’t want to do it but I began to moan; and unable to close my legs, I bent over without shame and felt a spray of my own clear-cum juice pass between my fingers and shoot out behind me. There was laughter but I couldn’t care less – I was having the most intense orgasm I had since this all began and I could not stop shivering.

I was creaming –and there was nothing I could do about the wave of shame and the wave of euphoria crashing across me at the same time on their inevitable collision course inside my body and mind.

I can’t tell you all the perverted fantasies that ran through my mind and all the erotic images – some ripped directly from my life and others I have no idea where they came from. Dicks, assholes, fast women smiling with shaved pussies and orgies full of writhing bodies. Things I don’t think I had any reason to even imagine began to pour through my mind and I fell face first on the concrete, and despite the pain and humiliation could not stop frantically humping my fingers – tits scraping the cement around the pool as my world went grey and then dark.