Chapter Seventy-Four

The secret of a successful marriage is to keep his balls full and his stomach empty

“Get up, Ellen!” I felt my brother shaking me and telling me to wake up. He was happy and playful – he wasn’t angry with me, or calling my name like it was a disgusting word that left a bad taste in his mouth just for saying it.

The name Ellen didn’t cause me shame or anguish either when he spoke to me. He loved me – everybody loved me. I am and have always been a good girl. This had all been a dream of mine – a very bad dream.

This whole jaded ordeal had all been a dream – a very twisted, perverted little dream that I would venture to call a nightmare. Everything was just as I remembered it in my room – I rose and checked to see if I was still at home like always.

Is that a letdown? Only if you truly wish me to live out my time as the subject of someone else’s fantasy. I have my own life to lead – one that is completely different than my dream!

I am back in my bedroom in Cherry Lawn Estates as I wipe the sleep from my eyes and get my bearings. The smell of magnolia and Avon body spray my grandmother had sent me for my birthday. I can smell my mom cooking bacon and making pancakes for me.

Mom called me down to eat breakfast – I could smell it from up here. Fresh toast, bacon, eggs! Even the orange juice smelled fresh squeezed. It seemed a little odd I could smell it all the way in my room upstairs, but I didn’t question it as I rose from my sound slumber with relief.

The house is exactly as it was, and I was so happy to realize this had all been a dream. So grateful to live in this big beautiful house and be surrounded by my stuffed animals and possessions that I thought I had lost in that dreadful trailer park. I will never take these items for granted again! They mean so much to me once I thought I lost them.

It dawned on me – there is no Buckman Acres, there never was. I am not related to anyone named Aunt Crystal. That had all been a fabrication of my mind.

Today, like every day, I woke up and jogged downstairs to have breakfast before school.

I smile at my brother – he is the first one I see. He tells me to get my lazy butt up. “I am already up – and getting ready for school silly!” I teased.

He just shook his head in disbelief. I feel surreal – confused, but glad to be where I am.

I was so happy to have a real breakfast and not scraps of off-brand supermarket bacon. I felt like I learned to appreciate it more than I ever realized. I had never known anything else.

I smile at my mother and father. I felt like I haven’t seen them for weeks. That dirty, little dream is still so fresh in my memory. I tried to shake it away, but it’s in the back of my mind.

“Hello Daddy!” I gave him a hug. He seemed distant and confused.

“Why are you naked, Ellen?” Dad asks me.

I looked down at my bare tits and giggle. “Aren’t I always naked for breakfast, Daddy?” I laugh at how silly my mistake was. I must have been confused by my dream and walked out butt naked.

“No, kitten – you don’t usually come down stairs naked,” my father shook his head disappointed in me.

I put my finger in my mouth and puzzled about it. I am sure I had the same cute but annoying look in my dream when I tried to play dumb – why was I playing dumb? This wasn’t right – what was I doing wrong?

“No, you normally wear THIS!” my brother held up my band-aids and a roll of duct tape that had been under my swim suit in that dream. He had a pink dog collar in his other hand and told me I was a bad girl for taking it off.

“I AM NOT! I AM A GOOD GIRL, SIR!! I HAVE BEEN GOOD! I WILL BE GOOD!” I protested! This just wasn’t right – everything about this was wrong and scaring me now. My pulse was racing but I made no attempt to cover myself. I stood there in the well-stocked kitchen of my house. It was a perfect moment, from a perfect morning and the light cracking through the windows seemed to stop time perfectly just as I remembered it. I stomped my foot and pouted like a petulant child and folded my arms that I didn’t want to be punished any more for being a bad girl.

“Ellen?” my mom turned around from the stove and told me to stop arguing and get ready for breakfast with her hands on her hips. Why was no one shocked that I was naked? I kept asking myself why things were going so horribly wrong in my perfect world.

“Yes mommy?” I asked my mom what was going on. I don’t recall calling her mommy before, but it seemed like something I was supposed to say to her. She was wearing the robe I got her. The one that was stolen out of our car a week ago in my dream. Things are so surreal here. It is like time has slowed down and I don’t understand what is going on.

“Go get the broom so I can beat your ass with it; and then don’t forget your promise to suck your brother’s cock or else I am going to give you something to REALLY cry about!” my mother's voice didn’t sound like her at all. She sounded gruff – exactly like the fat woman in my dream. What was her name? Oh drat, I can’t remember. It was Petunia or Danielle? DAISY! DAISY!

“I’ll suck his cock mommy – but please don’t make me sit on the broom!” I pleaded as my mother shook me and told me she wasn’t my mom and grateful not to have sired such a miserable rich twat. My mom would never say that!

“Of course you are! What are you saying, Ma’am?” Mommy? Ma’am? It sounded right to refer to her as Ma’am now.

It was then that I opened my eyes.

Oh shit – The Buckman!

You know that feeling when you have had something stolen and you go back to the place it is and keep looking as if in disbelief? That is the feeling that washed over me as I began to tell myself that I do NOT have an Aunt Crystal or a cousin named Savannah.

It is NOT summer time – I am still in school aren’t I? I started to realize that I was just being stubborn because I could see my Aunt Crystal in the distance giggling and flirting with a man as she stepped into his truck – wearing her skimpy little bathing suit and rubbing the older man’s crotch hungrily.

I love school. I am still in school. This is the dream – I must be dreaming again! I tell myself that, but I realize I remembered we received the notice of foreclosure right before the last day of school and Dad told us he wasn’t going to be able to find a job in time to save the house. School was over and had been for a few weeks.

My senses returned to me and reality came crashing down around me as I heard, “GET UP YOU LAZY SLUT!” Daisy’s suddenly very familiar broad shouldered frame was looming over me telling me to “STOP FAKING AND GET ON YOUR FEET!”

She was convinced I had fallen on the ground to catch a few minutes of sleep or something, while I was completely naked and my ankles were still cuffed to the spreader bar forcing them open.

I started to remember everything up to that point and become aware that I was still very much the center of attention at the Semen Hole community pool.

“Well, thanks for getting me medical attention – it’s not like I just fell on my face and fell unconscious, Ma’am,” I said sarcastically as I rubbed my bruised nose and felt the slight cuts on my face. My knees were scraped, my tits hurt – everything throbbed.

“SEE?” Daisy swore to my brother that I was fine as she dressed him down and turned to me “You aren’t finished with your punishment dear heart. Go get that broom and shove it six inches up your ass in front of everyone and you can gallop around like you are playing Kwiddatch, or whatever the fuck it is, and pretend you are Hermione Ginger.”

“You know perfectly well the game in Harry Potter is called Quidditch and the girl is Hermione Granger or you wouldn’t have said it at all,” Conner fired back at Daisy and told me not do what I was just told. “You’ve been punished enough – get your clothes on and get back to work, Sis.”

“Don’t be soft on this dumb whore – show her who is boss and she will do whatever you tell her. She is playing you!” Daisy seemed invested in getting Conner to agree to my punishment more than she was in seeing me do it. “I am going to run this shit tomorrow and if you want to stay a boss and not be a pussy-boy like Ryan – I suggest you listen to what I am telling you.”

“Why do I have additional punishment, Ma’am?” I tried to get up on my knees and waddle. I was still naked but I put my hands on my hips and wobbled to my feet. I was surprised that some of the crowd was slowly losing interest. I would think such a display would warrant everyone’s continued interest, but the Buckman residents have short attention spans for scenes playing out.

I was NAKED for god’s sake; but apparently now that I was okay and not needing critical medical attention I think a few of the people watching were actually done with the entire sordid encounter. There were definitely still interested people watching what I was doing, or half-watching, but between hot girls swimming and Savannah getting her own torment and teasing from the boys who had returned to punishing her without Daisy standing over them I was no longer the sole attraction. She was half-way between daring them not to be pussies, to warning them not to put “that” up her asshole again or when she “got off this fucking horse” she was going to “make them fucking eat it, shit it out and eat it again!”

I wasn’t sure what “that” was – but it was obviously something Savannah didn’t want up her ass – that was for sure.

“You broke so many god-damned rules that I can’t even keep count. You are going to be my little whore tomorrow anyway and I will keep that asshole so full of cock you won’t have time to cut a fart! I’ll give Ted and Catfish a chance to be pussy-boys tomorrow, like your brother!” Daisy was full of confidence she had won the bet and everything that came with it.

“Stick with me and you will go to the top!” She harrumphed and puffed out her massive chest. “You know, I want to go by that pretty little blonde preggo girl’s trailer on the way home and offer her a job tomorrow.”

“We can’t split this any further – whose percentage of the profits would she get?” Conner’s disdain and lack of enthusiasm for that idea was apparent; but I couldn’t help but think he also didn’t want Daisy anywhere near Angel – no matter how much she stood to make.

“You dolt – if my Uncle were here, he would show you how to run shit like this. He would have you all schooled. Ted and Odd-Jobs wish they were half the fucking businessman Senior is!”

She was obviously referring to Junior Gaylord’s father. There was a kind of reverence when she mentioned his name. I instantly thought of a German gestapo when they talk about the Fuhrer or maybe a giddy pre-teen girl when she talks about the boys in One Direction.

“I would cut that desperate bitch in for at most a hundred dollars. She is a useful idiot – easily led. I’d throw a little cash at her boyfriend and father, and they’d sign her right up and she’d maybe need a push but she’d fall right in line. You have to use your head, son. You guys were too fucking generous with the uncooperative high-maintenance whores we already have.” Daisy’s opinion was to the point and brutal – she would be a nightmare if she wins this bet!

Conner narrowed his eyes at her and bit his tongue while Daisy continued to explain that Angel wasn’t going to be good for whoring but she could probably suck a few dicks. “I could put one of those plastic fucking cones they put around dogs necks to keep them from licking their balls. The guys could cum right in that like a funnel!” she laughed. I could not be sure if she was kidding – she probably wasn’t though.

“I bet those titties are ripe too!” Daisy ringed her own nipples through her shirt subconsciously and alluded to how much milk was in them. “I bet I could get her to pump enough formula for punkin for days and days, and sell that Similac baby formula we got from WIC – better yet!” she held up a finger gleefully proud of her deviousness. “I could probably rent her out to big Mexican families who have tons of babies as a wet nurse – hell yeah! And those Mexican fellas could take a poke at her fat ass when she is done!”

She had started to pontificate about adding Tawny Haislip and possibly the “wetback who kicked her ass if she is still around the trailer park” to add to her ever-growing fantasy stable once she solidified her reign over this erotic circus of sadistic perversion.

I was surprised she was plotting loudly enough people could hear her. I suppose her confidence was so high that she didn’t see any harm in it or her ego was getting so out of control she just wanted to hear herself talk. Daisy didn’t even care that Tawny’s mother April was one of the many people still in the crowd watching my naked debacle.

April was however having a cocktail and flirting with a handsome man who was watching me, but listening to her talk. I don’t think April was jealous at all of his attention being split. Tawny’s hot mom smiled and whispered vivaciously in his ear as if she was benefiting from the fact the man was getting horny at my expense. There was something of a wicked delight on her face – like she enjoyed the thrill the man was getting out of watching something naughty at my expense.

In Daisy’s mind it was inevitable that she would win the bet and be running everything. I wanted so much to burst her bubble, but I knew that would blow the deal I had with that trick and I’d be out eight hundred dollars!

I didn’t want to lay down my trump card and warn Daisy I had eight hundred dollars coming; so I smiled and nodded along, while my brother remained quiet. Even though it was going to be satisfying to give us a shot at winning the real bet between her and Ted, I had my doubts it would be enough to turn the tide. She was probably right – even with $800 we only stood a fighting chance of winning this bet; and even if I won I’d still have to return Saturday and Sunday and do as much as I had done today. How long could I keep doing this before rumors got back to mom and dad? Had I already gone past that point anyway?

Daisy was still talking. “So you need to get yourself ready anyway girly! Not that your brown eye is all that tight back there anyway – but you need to train that twat and shitter to take big black dick! You’ll get plenty tomorrow when you are my whore.” she promised, followed by a sadistic grunt.

I have to admit my first thought was whether or not the baseball bat had stretched out my ass, or if my sore little hole had snapped back tight. It certainly felt tight again, now that it was exposed for everyone to see. I know it’s somewhat vain that was my first worry, but this story is nothing if not truthful. I chalked her comments up to Daisy just putting me down and struggled to my feet while brushing off flecks of grit from the cement and old cigarette butts I had accidentally fallen on.

My body ached in the hot summer sun all over from all the abuses hurled at me – but I was wallowing from the stimulation and humiliated by the fact my pussy was glistening with the clear sloppy wetness of a girl who can’t stop her body’s reaction to those sensations. It made it seem like I enjoyed it – and while on some level it was pleasurable – so much of it was shameful and painful, that I couldn’t get my head around what I was really feeling.

The fat man had retrieved his false teeth, but he was still watching with a shit-eating grin. He casually lifted his leg and ripped a fart and waved it away with his hand as if it were perfectly normal.

“You’d like to see this wouldn’t you?” Daisy got the heavy-set man to nod approvingly and chuckled, “See – you have a fan club. You don’t want to disappoint them.” She turned to my eager new customer quite proud of herself, “I am trying to teach her how to get a husband and keep one.”

He seemed confused how this treatment would do that, but Daisy explained her so-called lesson declaring, “The secret of a successful marriage is to keep his balls full and his stomach empty.”

“I think you have that reversed, ma’am,” I offered with a slight grin relishing the small victory of exposing one of Daisy’s mistakes.

“Oh, aren’t you a clever little bimbo?” she shook her head in disgust. I could see how much like Ted she was, in that she absolutely hated to be wrong. Ted had changed somewhat over the last few days. He had become almost reasonable and willing to even laugh at some of his mistakes, but Daisy was going to bulldoze me rather than just admit she made a mistake. “I am not the one who is standing here naked – you are! So just because you have some book smarts doesn’t make you smarter than me! Get that fucking broom and bring it over here so we can watch you sit on it – is that clear, little miss can’t be wrong?”

Daisy was huffing and puffing angrily – she grabbed my hair and yanked hard with her meaty arms. I squawked like a chicken that had just a laid a giant egg when she roughly stuffed one finger in my pussy “Just as I thought – you are wet! All this time pretending to be hurt and you were just faking! Get that mother fucking broom or I’ll get it and shove it SO far up your ass you will be coughing up straw and farting broom handle for a week!”

I didn’t expect her to be a reasonable person and appreciate being corrected. I admit it was probably like tweaking the lion at the zoo, but I didn’t expect her reaction to be so rough and strong to having her simple mistake exposed.

It was still totally worth it.

“I’ll go get the broom, Ma’am.” I knew there was no getting out of her orders and if I stalled, it was basically inviting her to do it to me. I had endured the baseball bat earlier – it wasn’t going to be pleasant, but I knew this was my chance to complete my own grift and offered bravely, “On one condition.”

I noticed a few of the people who were dispersing to the barbecue grill or to watch my cousin’s torment on the wooden sawhorse turned to watch with interest. I didn’t want to say what I had to say – but I said it anyway. The words rushed out of my mouth embarrassing me as I heard the perverse things I was saying in my own voice.

“Conner – please Sir! Pretty please - let me suck your cock – IN PRIVATE! PLEASE SIR?” I begged –it was critical, not only to putting on a show for my trick but to convincing my brother I was serious. I remembered I was supposed to talk dirty in this phase of the reverse-grift at the trick’s request. I had started down this path and with every sentence tried to sound much more believable. “Daisy is right – I am so wet! Please? Pretty please with sugar on top?”

Savannah’s dirty little trailer park games had taught me how to beg and “Pretty please with sugar on top” was one of the highest forms of asking please that she knew.

I added with a look of hunger, “My pussy is so wet and I need your cum. You completely dominated me and it’s only fair. You’ve had blue balls for so long – let me drain them for you. I promise you will love how I do it, Sir!”

In my short time at the Buckman I had surmised cousin fucking was something of an accepted tradition and apparently a rite of passage for most white trash teens in puberty in the Buckman. They weren’t immediate family, but they were often in at the same family BBQ’s and gatherings and so that didn’t shock too many people they might get together. If Conner had been my cousin I doubt many here would have been all that shocked I was offering him a blow job. They already thought I was an out of control nymphomaniac like those teenage girls on Jerry Springer who think they know it all.

The fact I was from the “big city” and he was my brother – was taboo enough that even they were intrigued by my willingness to be a total slut in front of everyone.

Conner was stunned too. He looked me over, shivering naked and staring at him intently as if he no longer knew me.

“This dumb rich bitch needs cum,” Daisy offered my services to the heavy set man adding, “You want this whore to give you a twenty dollar BJ? She won’t shut up and get back to work washing cars until she gets a dick between her lips to shut her up. Some babies need pacifiers – this one needs cocks.”

I would have ordinarily gone along with it and I could see Conner was more than willing to let my offer pass as the actions of an overly sexually stimulated teenager who just hit her head rather than say anything about it. Daisy ordered him to go “keep an eye on Savannah – those two creepy little fuckers will pull her toe nails off if you don’t watch them.”

I heard my cousin groaning in the distance, but right then I wasn’t going to take no for an answer. I had come this far and done so much. Daisy was telling my waiting customer that as soon as I shoved that broom up my ass he could have me in the bathroom and tomorrow all three holes were fair game.

“I’ll get on my knees and suck you off right here in front of everybody – what is it going to take, Sir!” I offered enthusiastically to my brother as a form of challenge ignoring Daisy’s instructions.

“Please don’t do this,” Conner seemed embarrassed and somewhat skeptical. I was surprised given how far he had made me go in front of everyone.

“Just let me suck his dick Sir and I promise to do yours next,” the fat-man gave a childlike nod of approval, but Daisy wasn’t having any of this.

“Get that broom up your ass and take him into the bathroom – your brother has work to do! And so do you!” Daisy insisted like a wicked cartoon step-mother from a Disney film.

I pivoted on one foot and was about to marched across the pool completely naked as if I owned it. I fell flat on my knees having forgotten about the spreader bar forcing my legs wide apart to the sounds of titters and guffaws from the local rednecks.

“Take the bar off your dumb ass sister so she can get the broom!” Daisy demanded but my brother had already knelt down to unbuckle the rubber straps and set me free. He looked up her silently as if to suggest he hadn’t done it because she told him and smacked me on the butt to signal he had finished with the second buckle and I was free.

It felt good to be out of them and my tits bounced as I popped to my feet spryly. I tried to pay no attention to their mocking or the fact I was naked save for a ratty, pink leather dog collar.

I even skipped and gave a smile and nod to someone who watched my perky tits bounce up and down as I walked. I wished my nipples weren’t so puffy and oversized and were more like the more mature ones Savannah and Crystal sported – but they definitely turned heads as I trotted across the pool area.

My slutty Aunt Crystal smiled and nodded to me as she emerged from a truck while wiping her mouth. She regarded me without the least bit of surprise that I was completely naked. Our suits didn’t cover very much anyway and the cleft of my pussy had been visible in the tiny bottoms I wore anyway.

I have to admit that there was an increased feeling of vulnerability in having nothing on at all. I did have my little pink dog collar around my neck – constantly reminding me that I was here in the capacity of slutty-bitch to be humiliated.

I kept thinking someone might stop me as I walked out with everything on display or tell me to put on my clothes; but men simply leered at me, teenagers laughed and a few women stared daggers at me. I even heard someone say “nice tits!”

I was going to stop and thank him and if I were even more daring I might have done just that! I smiled and kept walking. I heard him tell his friend “I love strawberry colored, nipples.”

I crinkled my nose at the thought of what he said.

I picked up the broom turned back around to face Daisy and put the broom up to my ass cheeks. I was only a few feet from the V.I.P. tent and the watchers cheered me on “STICK THAT UP YOUR SWEET ASS!!”. The Wrestler’s taunts were a celebration, not a condemnation, but it still felt like I was walking back to the gallows as I carried a broom I knew would be the means to my continued punishment and shame.

I ignored him and picked up the broom and put it to my mouth. I lovingly began to lick it and walked closer to my brother. I was wetting the broom to lubricate it, “Please shove this up my ass Sir? I like how you do it,” I begged.

“Get it up your ass and stop playing around!!!” Daisy insisted with all the wind and fury of a commanding goddess, but I stuck to my guns and stared intently in my brother’s eyes.

He shrugged dismissively and defied Daisy’s order. He told me quite plainly to bend over and grab my ankles like he was ordering a subway sandwich for lunch. There was something arrogant but also powerful about how little concern he had for my modesty and the unexpected, quiet confidence of someone who didn’t even consider the possibility I would refuse him.

I complied just as he expected and let my brother take the broom out of my hand. I bent over all the way at the waist and held my ankles with my legs apart. I could see April Haislip looking over at me with a sassy smirk of condescension. I could feel her wicked giggle hit me like a dart as she whispered provocatively into the gentleman’s ear. He nodded approvingly and smiled clearly entertained.

There was a woman about Crystal’s age with a bikini way too small for her massive natural tit next to her. I know they were natural because they hung down like teardrops instead of the watermelons that sat on Crystal’s chest. She had a raspy-squeaky voice from a lifetime of smoking cigarettes. She observed that she wished she was as limber as me. “I just don’t WISH I was doing what she is doing! Ouch! You are putting that in the wrong hole, buddy!” she laughed along with a few others sitting with her while flicking the ash to her cigarette on the cement around the pool.

My brother stood behind me holding it in both hands like a sword. I was fearful he would ram it hard up my ass, but I felt him gently feel around my crack before working the tip of the slightly wet broom handle into my ass. The feeling of my own saliva helping the broom to glide into my ass made one of my legs shake and my ass quiver, while I arched my back so my brother could line the broom up with my sphincter.

He smacked my hand back to my ankle when I subconsciously removed it in order to play with myself. I had tried without thinking to frig my clit. I told myself I was easing my suffering, but the broom was already in and I knew I had accidentally done it out of habit and desire. My pussy was sopping wet and my body was inevitably super-charged with sexual energy and the perverse pleasures coursing through it. I hated to admit it to myself but I was getting a warped joy from the physical sensations. I could feel the long clear strands of my pussy juices dripping from my clit like saliva down my leg and it chilled me to realize everyone else could see it!

The big-chested woman in her forties laughed but asked, “God-damn, why you let him do you that way!” she was obviously not aware of the entire back story we had played out just a moment ago, having either sat down recently or not really paid attention.

“He is my brother and I have to obey him, Ma’am!”

Her eyes twinkled as she took a sexy drag from her cigarette like Crystal used to do and then she replied with a laugh, “you wouldn’t get ME to obey shit!”

“He gets me to obey – but only with extreme measures like this, Ma’am,” I was implying being naked and having a broom shoved up my ass in front of everyone, but the look on her face told me she didn’t really understand what I was saying.

“It looks like y’all need to get a damned room. There are kids and grandmothers out here – hell, my kids and grandbabies are out here. They want to see shit like this they’ll go to the public lie-berry and get on the fucking internet, shu-shu-shu,” she exhaled her cigarette smoke with each laugh. “You are fucking turned on, his dick is hard – seems like you two need to get some alone time.”

“I am not hard!” Conner took issue with that and addressed the woman directly.

“Take out your cock and if you aren’t hard,” I looked over my shoulder at my brother holding the broom handle, “then I promise to behave and do as I am told; but if you are, then you’ll let me suck you off until you aren’t!” I dared him, but despite my brave face my ass cheeks were quivering from a combination of fear and the feeling of the pole jammed up my ass.

“Why should I?” Conner snorted, impaling me in the ass and twisting the broom handle roughly. He seemed to be searching for a reason.

I didn’t need one – Daisy supplied it when she insisted one time too many that Conner do as he was told and get me in line so I can suck off the customer for twenty dollars. “She is trying to seduce you and manipulate you, you dumb little fuck! You can fuck the shit out of Savannah and Crystal tonight. I plan to keep them very busy in the trailer – but get Ellen back to work right now!!” Daisy feigned outrage that the customer was being kept waiting when it was fairly obvious she could care less about him. She was done threatening Conner since he was ignoring her. I took his hand and led him into the men’s bathroom strutting past people who gawked at my naked jiggling tits and ass.

“Ellen Tinkle!” Daisy’s last ditch effort to be respected almost made me stop. There is something about hearing my full name that gives me pause every time. “I was going to protect you tonight if you behaved – but NOW I am going to give you to my boys after we get home – they need SOMETHING to play with after all!!” She warned she couldn’t be responsible for what they did as an implied threat that they would definitely DO something. She demanded we get back, but there was something desperate in her voice. It was almost as if she feared being humiliated simply by not being listened to and she wanted, no NEEDED, us to play our roles.

I turned and looked over my shoulder and stuck out my tongue and blasted a raspberry at Daisy – still wiggling the broom handle between my ass cheeks as it dragged behind me like a lion’s tail.