Chapter Seventy-Seven

Life isn’t Fair – Fairs have cotton candy and lemonade stands

“It started with a boy,” Delilah said as we washed cars, got spanked together, and even sucked cocks together and she told me how she came to the situation she was in.

“It always seems to start with a boy –doesn’t it?” I confided that when Ted found out Ryan liked me he made him into “Pussy Boy,” an object of total humiliation around the pool area. Delilah laughed and called Ryan “scrawny,” telling me I could do much better.

Her accent could come and go with ease. She would pull it out when she wanted to flirt with someone and “butter their bread,” and she would talk almost as plainly as I did when we were alone.

She told me that she used to be the Queen Bee at her Aunt’s house and that she would always pull pranks on her little brothers and get them in trouble. She knew how to work her aunt and still did – to manipulate them.

“What happened?” I asked curiously.

Delilah just blinked her extremely long eye-lashes at me incredulously before continuing her story.

It turns out she lived only a few blocks from my old house in Cherry Lawn Estates. One reason I never saw her was that she was home schooled. “That figures,” I said out loud; and when she asked me what that meant, I was a little embarrassed to admit what I really meant.

I had looked at Delilah’s countrified ways and assumed there was no way she could go to my school full of preppies and not be affected by the culture there. I also knew there was no way she could go around with that big metal necklace and dressed like she was – and not get noticed. Delilah pressed me to say that in plain terms – almost daring me to put her down, but I politely explained that, “It just figures – I didn’t see you and you would have made a great friend.”

I don’t think she believed me, but she continued with her story after a very long, dramatic pause that I think she did intentionally to either keep me in suspense or to chastise me for interrupting – I couldn’t tell which. She said that there was this family down the street where the men took ownership of the women – disciplined them.

“I found out because my brothers used to peep in the backyard when the girls were out there sunbathing in the nude. They would come home giggling and beat their meat just as soon as they could get a little alone time – if you know what I mean”

“Wow,” I was shocked anyone could get away with nude sunbathing at Cherry Lawn Estates – but we did have high fences and big yards. She had a very casual way of mentioning that she also knew her brother’s masturbated frequently but not how she knew.

“I really liked this boy named Chris and he really liked me,” she explained that she got it in her head one day that she was going to march over there and demand he take control over her. “If it turned him on, then I didn’t mind playing along,” she explained when we were squatting in the bathroom sucking off two guys cocks.

“You can’t swallow the cum afterwards,” I reminded her we had to kiss it into my Aunt Crystal’s mouth.

“Too late,” she smiled, and looked up at her trick, “You won’t tell will ya? Here, I kissed it into my friend’s mouth.” Delilah knew how to kiss almost as well as Crystal, when she parted my lips with her tongue it darted out and began to tickle my tonsils.

She had been a really good sport about having to do these slutty things and seldom asked any questions about the rules – she just played along with everything as if it were perfectly normal. She even helped to make it fun by commenting or joking afterwards with me.

“I came over there dressed like a slut and asked for punishment – just as bold as you please!”

“What did the father say? Did he see you as well?”

“Mr. Taylor?” Delilah sighed and boldly proclaimed in the sassy country twang of hers “He got to howlin' "Repent! Repent!" and I got to moanin' "Save me! Save me!" and the first thing I know he rammed the fear of God into me so fast I never heard my Aunt’s footsteps creeping up behind me!”

She continued her story later by explaining that things sort of backfired on her. I was having a hard time believing she wasn’t embellishing her sordid tale. Apparently her Aunt came over while she was in the middle of pretending to need discipline and decided to continue it almost the same way when they got home. This was all shortly before her Aunt married Doctor Hooker who was just a neighbor at the time.

“Your Aunt wasn’t married to Doctor Hooker then?” I asked where he was in the picture, while we were both bent over with our swimsuit bottoms around our ankles getting switched by a rod. Delilah was much paler than Savannah and I but she could take a spanking like a pro! She would wiggle, jiggle, and cry, but it was obvious to me she was acting.

“No, they actually started meeting shortly after that happened and my Aunt decided we ALL needed discipline to save our souls from eternal Hell! He would come by with his pipe, and tweed jacket and say pithy things to her about how Saint Augustine grew up with whores all around him to increase his temptation and some saints slept with nude virgins nightly to do the same thing.”

“What did that have to do with anything?” I asked curiously.

She scrunched her nose up with a cute little smirk the way I often do and glibly replied “Fuck if I know,” adding “But Auntie ate it up.” She later added a quote “Lord Deliver me from Temptation - just not right now” and giggled.

“Haha,” I laughed but Delilah looked at me as if she seriously believed saying it would deliver her from temptation. I couldn’t be sure with her when she was goofing on me or when she wasn’t. There was something dark about her that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. She reminded me of that dark haired girl my brother had been cavorting around the pool with – I wondered where she was.

“He would tell her about the lewd childhood of Empress Theodora,” Delilah scratched her ass and sniffed. She saw a heavy-set guy staring at her and offered the finger boldly and sweetly asked “Want a smell, Suh?”

She asked him for a dollar and he handed it right over without question. She tucked it in her thong next to her clit and let him have a long look at her bare-pretty pussy before whispering in his ear “Best bank in America”.

She had him wrapped around her finger. It was hard to imagine this girl submitting to the will of others at home – but that was the story she was telling me.

He was too intimidated to reply and Delilah considered that an obvious victory of sorts. She laughed to herself before continuing the story she was telling me. We spoke soft enough that no one else could over hear – but I don’t think Delilah really cared if they did or didn’t.

She described Theodora as one of three children brought up by a poor widowed mother and her step father who worked for the circus. As soon as they became old enough the mother put them on stage in the circus because they were all very pretty.

“Now the eldest was Comito, she had already become notorious amongst the courtesans,” Delilah’s southern accent had no problem delivering this bawdy tale of roman girls in skimpy, short-sleeved slave tunics surrounded by clusters of men.

“Since Theodora was younger, she couldn’t have actual sex with a man, but they did use her mouth and her ass – what the Greeks called “masculine sex”, she spent most of her time in the brothel performing these unnatural acts with her sisters.

“Was this a brothel or a circus?” I asked.

“This was a Roman circus so I think,” she smirked and indicated the pool “it was kind of like this.”

“Ah,” I said knowingly.

“Once she was old enough though she joined an acting troupe that catered to the lower class citizens. She clowned around on the stage and became well known for her cleverness and her jokes!”

Delilah was actually being spanked once while explaining how Theodora kidded around with potential lovers and teased them with inventions of new sexual techniques to win over their dirty-minds.

“She didn’t expect the guy to be able to make the first move,” Delilah said that she had to grind her hips wantonly and lure them to her – while she was grinding her hips to lure men by.

“How did she become Empress?” I finally asked.

“Fuck if I know,” she smiled.

“So why did you tell me that story?” I laughed back.

“You asked the kind of things the Doctor told my Aunt,” she explained as if that was explanation enough. When she saw it wasn’t, she explained it to me like I was an ignorant child “My Aunt ate up these stories and saw in them what she wanted. She saw how I could be turned into a good wife and a potential Empress for my man if I submitted to austerity and discipline. She saw signs and omens and portents and what nots in anything and everything, and Doctor Hooker had enough bullshit to cover every field my Aunt needed covering!”

“What else?” I asked curiously.

“Well once, he told a story about how Theodora laid nearly naked on stage and laid down on the marble stage spread for the audience to see. Then slaves came about and sprinkled barley on her nipples and bare sex and then they allowed geese to come and peck and peck and peck..” she started to pinch me with her hand shaped like a goose’s mouth playfully and tickle me all over to change the subject.

Delilah and Savannah didn’t talk much. They didn’t connect the way Delilah and I were, but Savannah washed cars with us and played along with the grifts for money with us. We followed them by the numbers and Delilah picked right up that we were supposed to pretend to be snotty girls and need punishment.

I am not sure how much of her behavior was false bravado and how much was real from what she told me about her past. It sounded like before her ‘transformation to Jezebel’ she enjoyed getting her brothers in trouble, stealing from her Aunt’s purse, sneaking out, and she had always been able to get her Aunt to look the other way.

“Then after that day,” she shook her head and in that comforting southern drawl observed, “Auntie just don’t look the other way anymore. She named me Jezebel after the loosest and most sordid woman in the Bible and to her that is who I am.”

She didn’t go into what the story was behind Jezebel or why her brothers insisted on calling her farty butt. I wanted to ask those questions but Delilah was trying to play the petulant, sassy flirt with me while telling me just the essentials to her story.

Delilah explained that when Doctor Hooker married her mom, they all moved into his house and it took a very strong man to make her Aunt sell the vast collection of Waxerman antiques and collectibles. “My aunt had so much old shit in that house I thought Indiana Jones was going to come raiding for the Ark!” she laughed and when she saw my expression “Yes, I’ve seen movies – you know, talking pictures! Charlie Chaplin” alluding to the fact that they seemed to come from a different generation.

“It was like we moved from the year 1965 to 2015 all in one weekend,” she continued with a knowing sigh “I know we look old fashioned – like we fell off of Walton’s Mountain.” I had so many questions about things and no reason to believe she was fabricating any of this.

I desperately wanted to tell her my story as well, but it was actually comforting in a way to hear her story. I know it was wrong to take pleasure in it, but there was something satisfying about learning I wasn’t the only one caught up in something as diabolically perverse as the situation I found myself in.

The shared misery of having to humble myself before poor rednecks and trailer trash seemed a lot easier with her giggling mischievously and defiantly offering her ass and pushing her trick’s buttons, “I don’t think you can hit very hard – you sure you don’t want to go forty instead of 20?”

“Why do you wear that collar?” I asked her once while we were doing jumping jacks for that fat man with the false teeth, who never did pay for me to suck his cock. He didn’t mind making us jump around for him though. I had so many questions – that was just the first one on my list.

“I could ask the same thing of you!” she laughed playfully – keeping time with my jumping jacks.

“This?” I had almost forgotten about the ratty, semen stained, pink leather dog collar. I said it was something Ted picked out at the pet store to make us feel like objects and humble us – “…like dogs, I guess.”

“That’s cute,” she explained hers was to “..symbolize the covenant between me and my God and my family. It bonds me to this earth and to the heavens in a way that is both physical and tangible and easily visible. The collar symbolizes eternal sin that we carry with us and mine is on display, that it weigh heavy around my neck and not be forgotten by me. It also marks me as someone who is not free. Exodus 21:7 says that When a man sells his daughter as a slave, she will not be freed at the end of six years as the men are. I am to serve six years this way and then be married off to my future husband!”

“Chris?” I asked hopefully – realizing that her more prepared speech about collars blew mine out of the water.

“Oh God No,” she laughed, but I think more at the irony of it than genuine amusement, “He moved away months ago, about a week after this all started.”

She told me how her typical day at home worked.

4:00 AM – Delilah awakes in the living room. Her brothers are poking her and teasing her. She is naked except for the collar and tied up in a cage.

“Why tied up AND caged?” I asked curiously.

“So I can’t masturbate, silly!” she teased. I wasn’t sure if she was the type to wantonly play with herself, but from what I gathered, her Aunt suspected she would, if allowed.

4:10 AM – “My Aunt gets up and shoos the boys away from me. She allows me to get out and give a morning affirmation to the family and pray. My Aunt tells me what a licentious cow I am and how I have brought ruin to my virtue and hers and generally rues the day I was born while praying for my eternal soul,” the way Delilah described it – she made it sound so routine as if this were normal for any teenager.

“What is an affirmation?” I asked another question Delilah seemed to think should have been obvious.

“I have to give thanks to Doctor Hooker and my Aunt for my education and continued bondage. Then I have to thank my little brothers for making sure I don’t’ get up to any mischief and I answer some questions about my shortcomings and misbehavior!”

“Wow, I think I’ve had to do things like that too!” I admitted.

“Yeah, we actually learned it from the family down the street but don’t tell my Aunt – she think it’s biblical.”

“You guys don’t think this is sacrilegious?” I asked very carefully.

Delilah regarded me as if I had just asked a Catholic Priest if the Vatican was sacrilegious. She quoted the scripture Ephesian’s 6:5 as if this answered my question “Slaves, obey your earthly masters with deep respect and fear. Serve them sincerely as you would serve Christ.”

“Yes, but Abraham Lincoln freed all the slaves?” I chuckled.

Delilah gave me a sidelong glance with those long lashes of hers and told me her brothers would have a field day if I keep saying “Yes Butt” around them. She continued telling me that after morning prayer they ALL got enemas.

4:20 AM Morning Enema – the boys were allowed some privacy by themselves, but it was administered by Mrs. Hooker as her husband was still asleep.

The enema was two quarts, including a teaspoon of what she called “Waxerman’s Patented Tabasco Colonic,” to be held for 5 minutes; and then no matter what the weather –everyone released into a hole in the backyard. “Good for the rose bushes,” she explained with a hint of irony.

She would tell me bits and pieces of how her day went while we went about grifting together. She even told me one bit while I was sucking on one end of her toy and she was deep throating the other end, all the way to my lips so we could kiss!

My brother was avoiding me and focusing more on Savannah and Aunt Crystal, and that was okay – I was caught up in listening to this girl’s fascinating but horrifying tale!

4:30 AM Once cleaned up Delilah helped prepare breakfast “From scratch!” I am not sure what “scratch” actually is – but I assume from her description it meant tedious, back breaking work rolling dough and preparing fresh coffee.

5:30 AM Delilah was expected to ‘summon her brothers’ to the kitchen while Mrs. Hooker gently wakes her husband. I would have found her story to be like an Olliver Twist novel, except she remains naked.

“I go sit on my perch and wait for the men to eat.” She explained that the perch was a wooden chair leg that was turned upside down. This was yet another thing they learned from the family down the street.

“My cousin’s fling food at my mouth, or sometimes Ezekial hand feeds me, but I am supposed to just watch them eat.”

“That doesn’t seem very fair!” I whispered.

“Fair?” she asked curiously.

“Mrs Hooker gets to eat and you have to watch the males eat?” I explained.

“Fair? Oh no, a fair has lemonade, cotton candy, clowns and a Ferris Wheel – this is life,” she said stoically. She explained that I misunderstood, Mrs. Hooker joins her waiting.

“On the perch?” I asked with a big smile of disbelief.

“Where else?” she laughed, quoting another of her Aunt’s favorite scripture’s Luke: 48 “Much is required from those to whom much is given, and much more is required from those to whom much more is given.”

“Naked?” I said with disbelief.

“No, with her Victorian dresses on,” Delilah chided me for not believing her. “It is a penitence and a lesson in humility. At first, she was very resistant but Doctor Hooker convinced her that she shared my genitalia and my predilection for mischief.”

6 AM – The boys would allow the women folk of the house to finish their food by scraping it on the floor. “Waste not want not.” Delilah left out no detail about her brothers sneaking a little spit or snot into any scraps and the bread and water that made up most of their diet. “It’s not like Zeke not to clean his plate – so if he leaves something for you and smiles, you have been warned!”

6:30 AM – A quick shower in the yard with the hose unless it is raining – “then she dances in the rain!” and chores begin before lessons. There was an aura of frugality to the depravity that she endured at all times.

She cleans the entire house, washes dishes, does laundry, and all the while being paddled, chastised, and motivated by her Aunt who beats her with paddles and rods.

“She might punish me by having me stand in the corner or attaching clips to my pussy lips; as she feels that the most sensitive parts of the body are the ways to get my attention and the more humiliating and intense the punishment – the less likely I am to commit the perverted sins that put me in this situation in the first place,” Delilah explained, as if she were reading a travel brochure about a local college.

“Will they?” I asked, “Stop you from committing perverted sins?”

She shrugged and half-answered with, “I didn’t realize how sinful I was until my Aunt started telling me all about it.”

We had to take a short break while she demonstrated her “toy” and the ability she had to take over a foot long dildo down her throat effortlessly a few times. We had started to get our “evening rush” of customers coming home from work. These were mostly road-weary construction guys with muddy trucks and very little cash to spend – but every little bit was helping.

She slurped the outside of the orange dildo and had me kiss it. Then she inserted it into her mouth and held up one finger after the other for ten seconds. Then she removed the dildo allowing some of her own spit to spill down her chest as she did and smiled at the man – who offered us five dollars for her to do it for ten more seconds.

She did.

7:00 AM “At precisely 7 AM, and not a minute before, the boys begin their lessons in grammar, arithmetic, Bible studies, and sciences. My Aunt feels I have learned “too much” from books, but Doctor Hooker secretly lets me read some times. My Aunt and I check on them during the day while we clean and mop up. ”

11:30 AM “We are given our first bathroom break of the day, other than the morning enema. We have to hold it if we have to go before this. My Aunt and I use the rose bush outside and have exactly five minutes to finish and get back inside.”

“What do you do for toilet paper?” I asked curiously –having gone to the bathroom outside myself at times, this question rang heavily on my mind.

Delilah stared deeply into my eyes and batted her eyelashes then smiled demurely.

11:35 AM “Doctor Hooker or one of the boys uses a garden hose on us, so as not to waste toilet paper, and then inspects us to make sure we are clean – if not, back under the water we go.”

11:45 AM “Dry and clean, we come inside to begin training. The first step is to make sure the Doctor and the boys are satisfied and won’t feel the need to jerk off to what we are doing.”

“Wow, how do you do that?” I asked while we washed a car and splashed water on each other.

Delilah looked at me and shook her head while batting her eye lashes – I was realizing that she had a story to tell and my questions were only irritating her. I couldn’t help but ask though.

“The men have built up some cum by this point, so to avoid jealousy or their having perverted thoughts at our nudity, we milk them of cum. If Doctor Hooker is home he will go first and then the oldest to the youngest take turns with me.”

She seemed to be waiting for me to ask a question before continuing to explain, “I am only allowed to take them in my ass or my mouth – so as to avoid pregnancy, and my taking pleasure in this treatment!”

“Wow, this sounds brutal, why don’t you ask them to stop?” I asked with a confused expression.

“Why would I want them to stop?” her reply was rather plain and the way she said it stuck with me in my head.

I would have to wait to find out more about her because at that moment, a white Bentley convertible pulled up next to the curb ahead of several tricks that had been waiting.

I almost couldn’t believe what happened next!