Chapter Eighty-Four

The constitution gives man the right to bare women

There was a stark contrast between the neighborhood we were leaving and the one we entered on the next street over. There were still broken down, rusted, and poorly maintained trailers with lawns badly in need of maintenance.

This time instead of poor black people – it was poor white people.

They had big trucks instead of Cadillacs and most of them dressed completely differently. The people on the last street wore doo-rags, white under-shirts, and baggy jeans while the people on this street wore mostly flannels and old denim blue-jeans with work boots.

They still gawked, yelled “What the fuck?” or “Holy shit!” and some leered, some laughed and others booed. We had to run past all of them, regardless of their feelings about the naked people high stepping like a parade of bare assed human ponies.

Someone between the two neighborhoods was grilling some barbecue because I could smell it and it was reminding me how little I had eaten. I couldn’t tell if the groans from the others were from desire for the delicious food they smelled, or the pain from the cords rubbing our tits and pussies as we boldly invaded this strange new street completely naked. It could also be from the actual embarrassment from all the lewd comments we received from the dozen or so people who were outside.

The surface of the street was rough and we had to run across many rocky pot-holes that hadn’t been repaired in our bare feet. Daisy stubbed her toe and nearly forced us all to stop until Ted repeatedly used his makeshift whip on her to keep her moving.

“You lazy turds – you got six more trailers to go until you can take a break. I can see them now.” Ted urged us on down a dead-end cul-de-sac off the main road.

I could tell there was a girl standing out by the trash cans and if she had any clothes on – it wouldn’t have been very much at all. She had her hands behind her back; and it was clear that she was bound to a clothes line that stretched from her beat-up old mail box to a bent street light.

Once we came close, it became obvious to me that she was completely naked and it was Angel the pregnant cheerleader. Her father and little brother were sitting on the wooden deck patio in front of the trailer talking to her while she stood there, bare-chested, tied and with clothes pins attached to her nipples. The clothes line looped around her full, buxom, dark-nippled breasts and kept her standing straight up completely bare chested for the neighbors to see. The baseball bat was still in her ass from where my brother had placed it earlier that day. She had a pained expression of total embarrassment that registered on her face, but she didn’t struggle or fight against her binding.

Her father reminded me of the stereotypical grey-bearded biker in his fifties. He wore a flannel shirt with a black leather vest and a bandana around his forehead. He was stoically sitting quietly in front of an ice-cold Pabst Blue Ribbon while watching like a bailiff guarding his prisoner next to his younger son Gabriel. He looked like he could have stepped right off the set of the television show Sons of Anarchy.

There was a wooden carved Eagle on the front step and a confederate flag that read “These colors don’t run.” He and his son sat on their old metal lawn chairs painted with cheap chrome spray paint. Behind them hanging under the awning was a big mirror with Harley Davidson across the top and the silhouette of a playboy bunny sitting on a Harley.

It all seemed to fit together, to paint the picture of a southern biker’s home. He even had a poster with a picture of the Middle East under a nuclear explosion and the words “Problem Solved!”

There was a towel hanging over the wooden fence around the deck with a drawing of a very naked woman with a rebel flag behind her and the words “Don’t Tread on Me” on top and “Please Cum on Me, Instead” on the bottom. A black T-shirt had been hung out with just the words “The constitution gives man the right to bare women.” On the front and on the back it said “If found drunk, return me to the Landing Strip: Buckman County’s Premier Gentleman’s Exotic Night Club”.

I don’t think it was out of place to say that he probably wasn’t the kind of person who minded that his son saw a naked girl – even if it was his own sister. I should mention that garish and ribald decoration wasn’t anything unique to this family’s homes.

Cherry Lawn had rules about how long your grass could be and even what kind you could have on your front lawn – they would never have tolerated anything trashy sitting out in your lawn or your window but I don’t think anyone there would have even tried.

The people of the Buckman were a lot more tolerant and accepting of tasteless or trashy and I think that is because it was simply part of their flea market culture. I had walked past a number of trailers with paintings of Eagles, motorcycles in the drive-way and Angel’s trailer wasn’t even the most gaudy or trashy – if anything, it was pretty typical!

I tell you this because I don’t want to paint Angel’s family as the exception that stood out - I was the outsider here! The decorum of the trailer fit in with everything else around here. Dreamcatchers, mirrors with the name of a beer, picture of a wolf or an 80’s rock band, Sunflower pinwheels and plastic lawn ornaments that may be a little risque’ were completely normal to the people of the Buckman. They would have thought Cherry Lawn was full of uptight assholes and probably been aghast they did NOT have those things displayed in their lawn.

Angel’s blonde-haired, blue-eyed little brother was several years younger than Conner. He reminded me of a very, very young, wholesome Brad Pitt or McCauley Culkin as a boy. He was asking her incessant questions when we came high stepping down the cul-de-sac and because of how quiet it was – we could hear them talking plainly.

She had her back to them while she stood at the very edge of the front yard with her hands behind her back. Her tits were wrapped and tied to the mail box and street lamp, pulling them in opposite directions. She still had the baseball bat lodged up her ass from earlier that afternoon – I assumed she had been there since she was marched home by her family earlier that day.

“So, do you know I can see your butthole?” was one of the questions we overheard him ask.

“Yes, Gabriel Sir,” she answered respectfully, but like she had already answered this question a hundred times, “I know you can see my butthole. Everybody has one – it’s not like you don’t either.”

“I know I do,” her little brother replied without a trace of deviousness – more like he was trying to get his head around what he was seeing, “But mine isn’t all stretched out in a pink ring by a baseball bat for everyone to see – do you mind that I can see it?”

I had to smile that his questions about her butt reminded me so much of my own brother’s questions about girls butts.

“Yes, Gabriel Sir,” Angel’s tone remained passive but with a familiar trace of annoyed disinterest universal to all older sisters. She seemed to want to simply look straight ahead and accept her time outside. This was clearly some form of punishment.

“Then why don’t you have any clothes on?” he had been waiting for her to explain, but continued the line of questioning when she didn’t say more.

“There isn’t anything I can do about you looking at my butthole, Sir. You are gonna look if you want to look. You know Daddy says I have to stand out here like this and you keep asking the same… oh my Gaw-awd!” She realized we were marching towards her naked and became excited – ignoring her brother’s questions and welcoming MY brother, “Hey! Sir! Oh my Gawd, I didn’t think y’all would come to our trailer!”

Ted kept us tight-lipped and quiet with his whip as he maintained discipline for us to slowly walk up.

We could see that across her tits was written “Nigger” and “Lover”, and the milk-filled tits looked positively ready to explode from the pressure of the clothes pins and the cord tied around them. They were slightly purple and we came close enough I could see the red veins in her nipples. Her pussy was completely bald, but red, as if it had been recently shaved and spanked. Her hair was all messed up and the black mascara under her eyes had run as if she had been crying. She still had the most beautiful blue eyes and pretty face. I could definitely see the resemblance to her younger brother in the all-American apple-pie looks they both shared.

“You definitely look fit to be tied,” Ted was the first to speak with a joke that seemed to go completely over Angel’s head. She was much more interested in my brother than listening to Ted.

“What did y’all come this way for? You wanted to see me get punished?” Angel sounded mortified but there was a not so subtle hint that she felt vindicated if we came to see her. I think in her mind the attention she received from most of her neighbors and her brother was humiliating and embarrassing but she didn’t seem to hold her father or us in the same esteem. It was almost as if she looked at us like celebrities who came to visit her and by extension that made her one as well.

“The neighbors say anything about her being out here like this, Sir?” Conner didn’t answer her. He spoke directly to her father as if she was beneath his response. If that bothered her – she didn’t show it and remained happy to see us.

“One did,” the quiet father at the patio table said without further explanation.

“I figured as much,” Conner didn’t ask him to elaborate. “My sister and cousin were outside until morning and I think we had one guy complain.”

The man on the patio said nothing in response to that. He continued his emotionless vigil looking straight ahead in silence.

“We figure he was probably a liberal Obama supporter.” My brother had been more assertive lately but I thought he was reaching to try to sound like a backwoods redneck.

Conner couldn’t help that he had the smart-alecky tone of Ryan and we had both been raised liberal in our politics.

I knew he was obviously pandering to the Gentleman on the patio, but her father didn’t say anything immediately in response and just took a sip of his beer. He just sounded wrong saying anything against Obama, but Conner let his comment sit out there without reeling it back in almost like waiting for him to take the bait.

The father didn’t answer him at all. I could see why Conner had tried this tactic. You could tell from the American flag patch on her father’s black leather vest and the American Flag flying over the front porch that he was a patriot.

“Daddy told him to fuck off, and that no one would tell him how to discipline his daughter!” Gabriel explained, beaming with pride at his father after seeing his dad wasn’t going to answer the question.

“That’s true, Sir,” it was clear from Angel’s tone she doted on my brother and seemed pleased with her father’s decision to send away the neighbor. “Daddy knows best – besides, Brian Huggins is creepy.”

“Boy,” the Father spoke in a very measured way and then spit his tobacco juice between the cracks in the wooden deck. “Go get Teddy Huggins and his son, and anyone else who wants to come from next door, and tell them my daughter wants to apologize to them – Git.”

“Daddy?” Angel turned her head slightly but couldn’t look completely behind her at her father. She had the look of soft betrayal and panic that I knew all so well as she wrestled with the fact that soon all her neighbors were going to have very close-up and personal knowledge of every part of her naked body.

“Yes Sir!!” Gabriel leapt up as soon as he received the instruction. He didn’t have the sadistic look of evil that Daisy’s kids did, but there was a note of mirthful mischief in his eyes as he ran down the sidewalk towards his sister. He seemed elated to be the favored son being sent on an assignment and as he passed he grabbed his sister’s baseball bat and adjusted it slightly as he ran past.

“Gabriel!!” she pouted that he was allowed to play with the bat lodged between her ass cheeks and then pleaded with her father, “Daddy? Please? Not all of the Huggins!” Her pleas fell on deaf, unsympathetic ears; but she continued to plead her case in vain. “They will see how fat I am! I look hideous! PLEASE DADDY, NO? Don’t invite them over! I’ll be good. I’ll behave! Daddy-Sir!”

From what I knew of her history she had been a local beauty queen and head cheerleader until she became pregnant. She did have a very prominent and protruding belly but just looking at her smooth, unblemished skin, it looked like it had been tacked on to a perfect body.

“I grew up with Brian and all his brothers go to my school,” Angel’s panicked pleading sounded genuine. I was trying to get my head around how she could be so accepting of standing out on the front lawn naked and happy when we showed up, and yet so worried her neighbors would be invited over. There wasn’t anyone outside on the sleepy little cul-de-sac, but judging from the windows facing the road – anyone who wanted a look already had all they wanted.

“Angel,” my brother talked to her like calming a screaming child repeating her name until she hushed. “Angel?”

“Yes Sir?” Angel pulled herself together and shook her long blonde hair as if snapping herself out of her self-induced mild hysteria.

“You need to spread your legs further apart,” Conner hopped out of the golf cart and approached her, asking her father if he minded. Angel’s father replied with a soft nod to proceed and my brother kicked Angel’s feet much further than shoulder width apart.

Then without hesitation he reached down with two fingers and pulled her clit hood out slightly to expose it and said, “You have neighbors coming over to see your punishment. You don’t want to slouch – shoulders back,” he pulled her chin up, advising, “Look them in the eye and be gracious!”

“But...,” she continued her pouty protest but my brother hushed her with a finger to the lips. She was almost a full head taller than him and with the body of a grown woman, but she obeyed him without question and stood straight.

“Are you going to be nice to them?” Conner confirmed she would; but didn’t wait for her to finish agreeing before ignoring her, asking the father about her boyfriend. “Has Derek been over since this started?”

“Yes,” Angel’s father was clearly a man of few words, he spit his tobacco juice and took a sip of beer with a quiet sigh.

“I would suggest a spreader bar like this one,” Conner went back to the golf-cart and pulled out a black metal bar that had been attached to my ankles earlier and used to force my legs apart. “It can be adjusted,” Conner cranked the sides so that they expanded and began to apply it to her legs. “You’ll bring it back, I am sure?” I was surprised Ted let Conner loan out his stuff – since this was a prop we needed.

“Derek hasn’t been very happy with me doing this, Sir,” Angel pouted about her boyfriend’s reaction as if my brother might have some pity. He was down between her bare legs attaching the anklet for the forced-spreader bar when she added, “for obvious reasons.”

“Not that anyone asked you,” my brother finished what he was doing without looking up, “but what obvious reasons would those be?”

“Hey, we have to be naked out here too, dammit!” Savannah cursed her luck and opened her mouth, “Brian Huggins and his brothers go to MY school too? You don’t see me bitching about it – do ya?”

“Actually, yes – you ARE bitching about it,” my brother addressed Savannah and shut her down by adding, “But you ARE going to stand there and wait for them and you would probably like to be left here with Angel considering what we’ll put you through at home, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes sir,” Savannah answered with a muffled acceptance that he was actually right.

“No, that’s not fair! Not Savannah, Sir!” Angel huffed and puffed at the idea of sharing the front-yard with my cousin. I got the sense from her tone she might be insecure or jealous if Savannah were next to her the entire time.

I wanted to yell out “Life isn't Fair – Fairs have cotton candy and lemonade stands, Angel!” Delilah may have been trying to be cute, but it actually helped me to accept that things just were not fair and weren’t going to be more than she or I even realized. I didn’t, in part because I knew it would probably go over Angel’s head or seem like I was being catty – which I probably was. I have to admit, I kind of enjoyed seeing her brought down to my level after some of the things she said.

I could hear the slamming screen door from the neighbor’s porch and the rowdy sound of young men. Ted insisted we look straight ahead, but I heard Savannah moan quietly “Oh fuck, here comes those assholes.”

The neighbors were already whooping it up with rowdy laughter and they hadn’t even seen us yet.

“Now,” Conner reached up and pinched Angel’s clit, causing her to jump slightly as he pulled himself to his feet once the spreader bar was firmly attached. He showed no concern for who was coming over, “You were saying?”

“What sir?” Angel muttered nervously. She was under no direction to keep her head straight and was clearly watching the guys coming from the yard over.

“Do try to pay attention, Angel,” Conner slapped both of Angel’s bare, full tits hard with his hand, without malice or sympathy. “You were asked by your betters what obvious reason your boyfriend isn’t happy with your punishment? Is it your being naked on the front yard for everybody to see?”

“Oh yes,” Angel was as empty-headed as she was beautiful and thankful to have been reminded of the question. She quickly answered, “No, it’s not that – he was mad that I have ‘nigger lover’ written on my tits and ‘big black cock only’ written on my ass.”

“Why do you have that written on your ass, Angel?” my brother continued to ask questions while three boys about my age and a slightly younger girl giggled and laughed on the street in front of Angel’s house. They weren’t just laughing at her – they were laughing and pointing at us as well.

“Y’all calm yourselves, you seen pussy before haven’t you?” Savannah challenged the guys to stop mocking us, but it only seemed to make them laugh harder – and Ted surprisingly let it continue.

I could hear Daisy sigh that this wasn’t part of the deal. My Aunt was no longer standing straight like the dutiful and pleasing slut but standing slightly akimbo. She smiled at the boys but didn’t offer any explanation. They were slightly overwhelmed as they laughed amongst themselves.

“Go ahead, tell me,” Conner told Angel that she could be gagged if she didn’t want to talk, “You can say it in front of your neighbors. Why do you have ‘big black cock only’ written on your giant ass?” Conner’s new audience of young men fell about laughing while he remained calm and unaffected.

“Because you told my Daddy to write it there, Sir?” she answered, with the look of a child who was guessing at an answer she thought an adult wanted to hear.

“..And WHY did I tell your Daddy to write it there?” Conner wasn’t going to accept her answer and spoke over the giggles and guffaws brought on by his fresh audience of redneck neighbor boys.

“You think I have a fat ass?” Angel’s question smacked of a desperate need for approval from Conner.

“No Angel,” Conner wasted no time smacking her butt. It did have a little jiggle, but it was nowhere near the size of Daisy’s massive, round ass. If she was standing in front of you – you wouldn’t even know she was pregnant from behind. “I don’t THINK you have a fat ass. I KNOW you have a fat ass. Kim Kardassian size – and you know who she fucks don’t you?”

The redneck boys laughed and urged Conner to continue!

“You think I have an ass like Kim Kardassian, Sir?” Angel’s question sounded hopeful and flirtatious while fishing for a compliment from my brother. She was suddenly willing to accept having a fat ass if it was like a celebrity’s fat ass.

“Think Dumbass,” Conner smacked her on the clit hard and Angel’s mouth popped open in surprise but she didn’t complain. “I asked you a question – can you remember what it was, or do you need me to repeat it?”

The four boys and one girl were observing this spectacle and trying to contain their laughter. They were spitting Copenhagen tobacco and goofing around and giggling. They all wore flannel shirts, trucker caps, and blue jeans with boots. The oldest among them was Brian, who was almost Lloyd’s size, but the smallest was just a little bit bigger than Conner. They seemed to know Savannah and even addressed Lloyd by name and he greeted them warmly. Their younger red-headed sister wasn’t laughing – she looked disgusted and confused – almost angry.

“Repeat the question, Sir,” Angel admitted, like a forgetful, spoiled, pouting baby who had just been proven wrong and had to admit she was wrong.

“I asked what color men does Kim Kardashian Fuck?” Conner gripped her nipples with both hands and abruptly twisted them, causing her pain. Angel winced and looked anguished, but continued to keep looking at him with her shoulders back.

“Mostly I think Niggers, Sir,” Angel said it very loud without thinking, and then realizing her voice carried well down her own street repeated it more quietly, “Mostly Niggers, Sir.”

“I heard you the first time.” Conner next asked her how long she would be out here and Angel told him she didn’t know. She looked a little worried, as if she just realized this could be a really long time. She tried to look over her shoulder to plead with her father but the binding and her own pregnant belly kept her from turning around to look at him.

I felt so embarrassed for Angel and yet at the same time I couldn’t feel as much sympathy as I probably should have. If I had happened upon her a week earlier even having had to walk home in bra and panties from the Quarry I would have probably called the authorities and tried to get help. I stood there naked - silently counting my blessings that I was not the center of attention for a change.

Angel had such pretty baby-blue eyes that I wondered if that was by design. I think a lot of men might melt if they saw such a sweet looking face. The obvious exception being all the men present, since none of them seemed inclined to stand up and say Angel’s treatment wasn’t well-deserved.

“Morning, I’d reckon,” her father’s voice from the porch settled the question of when she’d be done with her punishment.

“You will stay just like this, with your clit hood pulled out; and if it pops back in that pussy, you will ask whoever is closest to pinch it and pull it right back out! You don’t, and the time on the lawn will be extended!” Conner started to pinch her tits and pull them; and Angel’s look of panic morphed into a look of concern, that she might just start to orgasm and get turned on if he didn’t stop.

“Don’t worry yourself,” Conner explained “I am trying to find out if you are lactating already.”

“I am wet but I ain’t orgasming yet, Sir” Angel replied with an honest, slightly frustrated sound to her voice “You’d have to finger my suzi to make that happen.” She seemed embarrassed to admit it, but not shy enough to stop herself from saying it out loud.

“I am not trying to make you orgasm,” Conner’s explanation confused the poor girl slightly and he told her to just hush while he finished checking. He pinched, pulled, and twisted her nipples, as if milking a cow while she stood up straight.

“It does feel kind of good but um, still no orgasm,” Angel still hadn’t fully understood that Conner wasn’t trying to turn her on by playing with her tits. I didn’t know why he was doing it either – and I almost felt sorry for the girl as she realized Conner wasn’t going to explain further.

I could see a look of panic in Angel’s eyes, but also a look scanning my brother for some words of encouragement or explanation. “Can anyone play with my boobies or just you, Sir?” she asked. Conner didn’t answer her and she said, “I mean I know not Gabriel, but like these guys or niggers or something?”

There was laughter from the guys as they tried to encourage their little sister to walk up and have a turn plucking Angel’s tits. “Go on Amanda, grab those fat titties and just squeeze!!”

“Fuck all y’all, this is nasty! I am telling mom she is doing this out here.”

“Go ahead, tell mom. She is passed out drunk and Dad is high as fuck, or he’d be out here playing with her titties as well!” they chuckled and chortled at their sister’s complaints, almost as much as they did Angel and us.

We were in this for the money – this was a game to us on some level, but it occurred to me that for Angel this was a real punishment and I started to process that while the neighbor boys finally spoke up.

“Holy shit! Holy shit! Three times Holy Shit!” Brian Huggins spoke for his brothers in astonishment. “Princess Neighbor, who walks around all high and mighty like a hot shit beauty queen and won’t even talk to us, has to stand out here naked with her tits and ass hanging out and lets her titties get played with by this little creep? Fucking Happy Day! Hallelujah!”

“You think I am hot shit, Sir?” Angel surprisingly heard all of his sadistic laughter at her unfortunate circumstances and pulled out the reverse compliment in the mix. My brother didn’t address the name he had just been called – he seemed intent on seeing milk come out of her boobies.

“Hell yeah! You don’t remember I tried to take you to the 8^th grade dance but you had to stay home and wash your hair?” Brian reminded Angel while Conner started to see slightly yellowish liquid ooze from her nipples…

I could tell from the dull look on her face that she didn’t remember that at all. “I don’t recall that, Sir.” Angel, obviously in discomfort, pivoted her hips slightly in rhythm with Conner’s plucking her tits but registered nothing about Brian’s accusations.

“What about the time I tried to bring over flowers and chocolates, and you told me to pick you up at eight PM, and I came over and you were already gone out with some other dude?”

“Which time was that?” Angel wasn’t doing herself any favors by seeming pitiless to the boy’s complaints, but she genuinely seemed to have forgotten a number of times she forgot him.

“Shit, I’ve done that many times to guys,” Savannah quietly whispered to me, but Ted insisted we be quiet.

“What about that time I caught you with MY OWN brother behind the bleachers at a football game that you claimed you were coming to watch me play at?” Brian’s accusations were very specific and he was obviously interested in her, despite the fact he had been putting her down since he walked out here.

“Hells to the Yeah!” his slightly younger brother owned up to it and tried to get a high five, but Brian left him hanging as he stared at Angel’s face for some sign of apology.

“I thought he WAS you, Sir!” Angel offered a fairly weak excuse instead.

“I was playing the damned Football Game you came to see! I was on the field at the time!” Brian looked positively fed up with her, but unwilling to accept that she was probably as empty-headed and shallow as she sounded at times. He continued to expect decent behavior from her.

“If you liked me then you should have said!” Angel remembered to offer him a Sir and started to sob. “Now you probably think I am this big, fat, naked blob of a whore who loves Nigggggers!!!”

“Well, yes,” Brian laughed sadistically but started to change his tune as tears rolled down Angel’s face and her black mascara began to run. “You know I would date you but you are with Derek and he would tear me a new asshole for hitting on his woman.”

Angel’s tears dried up almost as quickly as they started with a quick sniffle, “You would, Sir?”

“You two love birds can continue this conversation in a minute,” Conner interrupted them and spoke directly to her father. “Where is Cherry tonight, Sir?”

“Landing strip, I’d guess,” her father answered slowly and with very little concern for what was happening to his daughter.

“How much does she give you of what she makes per night Sir?” Conner seemed to be going somewhere with this line of questions. I felt like he might be trying to pander again and I was hoping he would stop before he tried to call into question the man’s parenting skills that led the girls to make the life choices they have. He had one that was a stripper and the other that was a pregnant teenager.

“Ain’t never give me nothing,” the expressionless man finally chuckled slightly into his beer as he took a sip, “She use god-damned every roll of toilet paper in the fucking house and then thinks they grow on trees.”

“Paper does come from trees,” Conner couldn’t help himself in correcting him. I winced because I thought her father might get angry but he sat quietly and listened to Conner’s offer, “The reason I ask is because I’d like to offer Angel a job and I wanted to know how much was fair compensation to you for her time?”

He did spit his chaw, “Compensate me?”

“I know with an extra mouth for you to feed on the way, and her not in school, you probably have her earning money to help with the family – so I just wanted to make sure I didn’t insult you. All we can offer is two hundred to you for each day she works.”

“Two hundred?” the man sounded insulted but didn’t ask what the job was.

“Well, plus a hundred for Angel herself – if you would allow it?”

“She ain’t gonna be no whore for niggers is she?” the usually quiet man sounded particularly passionate about this question and I knew that my brother might accidentally say something wrong here. I held my breath.

“She might be!” Conner’s answer sounded snotty and completely wrong. I wanted to scream that was the wrong answer, and wished he could reel it back in, but it was already out there. I could sense from just Angel’s father’s eyes that he was about to put a full stop to everything. I could see on Angel’s face that she too was scared, but slightly excited.

My brother had left her nipples hard and painfully tender, while milk dripped down her chest like Daisy, and a slight look of longing on her face read that she wanted him to continue touching her as he had been.

“Your eldest daughter is a stripper, and your youngest is a nigger lover who doesn’t have any respect,” Conner explained.

“Angel’s not the youngest – my sister Chastity is the youngest!” Gabriel gleefully interrupted with a correction.

“I can discipline her like my sister and cousin and put her to work tomorrow – that’ll help keep her from becoming a disgraceful nigger lover.” My brother was becoming a delightful conman but even he couldn’t say nigger out loud without lowering his voice slightly.

“You can say nigger on this street – ain’t no niggers here to take offense,” Brian Huggins reminded him with a grin. “They live one street down from this one – you cain’t say it tharr.”

“No Daddy, please!! No don’t make me work down at the pool with those girls!” Angel’s panic was real but her reason was, “They are all so much prettier than me – I am hideous! NO!!!”

“No offense,” the wizened old biker laughed again, “But I think your cousin, her mama and your sister are all whores already.” There was laughter from the Huggins boys accompanying his very true observation.

I could see their point –and none of us denied it.

“That is true!” Conner admitted freely, “Aunt Crystal – you are a total whore aren’t you?”

“You betcha,” Crystal winked at him and grinned with pride. She had completely reverted to the sassy, outspoken personality she began this training with.

“You will not take that tone with me,” Conner must have known my Aunt would talk back to him because he had pulled an old windshield wiper out of Angel’s garbage can and had crossed the distance to where she stood to smack her tits with it. “You will address your betters as Sir, whore! Are you a nigger lover?”

“Not particularly, Sir?” My Aunt was shocked, but with her hands behind her back could only present her chest to my brother’s hard-slaps as a form of corrective punishment.

“You will fuck a nigger if I told you to though, right?” Conner didn’t stop smacking my Aunt while he asked her these questions – striking first her tits then working his way around to her ass.

“Yes sir, you are the boss.” My Aunt may not have understood she was the object of his demonstration or if she did – she wasn’t willing to behave as submissively as she used to. The Huggins boys giggled while their younger sister looked on with a deep-seated concern and anger.

“Any hole – ass, mouth, or pussy?” Conner didn’t relent with his strikes as he pressed my Aunt to admit she was indeed a full service whore. “You are a hungry whore – you will lick, fuck, suck anything you can – pussy or cock, won’t you?” My Aunt agreed with a giddy level of honesty. Conner proved it by pulling the first rubber dildo from out of the back of the golf cart and returning to my Aunt with it flopping in his hand.

The Huggins boys laughed hysterically at first, but when my brother ordered my Aunt to open her mouth – he fed the entire eight inches down her throat and she didn’t choke. He pulled it out and told her to take it again, and a third time.

I could see at least two of the Huggin’s brothers had hard-ons pressed into their denim jeans and it was their sister’s turn to point and laugh.

“You’ll obediently do as told, regardless of your own pride and ego – won’t you, slut?” Conner’s question was more so that everyone else could hear my Aunt admit she would. I was worried it might be a bit over their head, but he didn’t relent his point so easily.

“Would you have practiced deep-throating a dirty, rubber dildo if you weren’t under my direct supervision right now?”

“No sir, it tastes like sour pussy and I am already the best at deep throating,” Crystal’s answer hinted of arrogance but she admitted what my brother wanted to hear.

I could sense while standing behind Delilah that she took umbrage to who was the “best” at deep throating. She shifted slightly in place but said nothing to interrupt my brother’s demonstration.

There was still wet spit from my Aunt’s mouth dripping from the dildo as he waved it around for everyone to see.

“You see the difference between a well behaved slut versus a mischievous, out of hand bitch who does whatever she wants, whenever she wants and with whoever she wants?” Conner asked out loud. “My Aunt will never be a proper lady who puts on polite airs –but she won’t be an out of control bitch with Ted as her man!”

I could sense, without turning around, that Ted was smiling with his arms crossed.

Conner asked our Aunt, while pointing the dildo at her, “What would happen if I didn’t give you permission to fuck someone?”

“I...wouldn’t, Sir,” my Aunt sounded confused and her defiance crumpled almost a little too easily as she added, “I suppose you would punish me as an example to the others – but I promise, Sir. I wouldn’t fuck anyone I don’t have permission to fuck – I swear!”

The Huggins boys seemed to find it funny that my Aunt was suddenly so defensive and eager to please. I notice Angel had the look of someone who was becoming jealous, she was no longer the singular source of focus but she said nothing as my brother made his point.

“You lie better than you suck cock, Aunt Crystal” Conner sounded a little overly dramatic talking to a grown woman that way but he didn’t relent as he placed the sticky dildo between her bared, fake breasts, “Your promises don’t mean shit – do they?”

“No sir, I suppose they do not,” she admitted to my brother, without denying what he said. Conner instructed her to hold the dildo between her tits and keep it there – dropping it would result in immediate punishment and my Aunt obeyed without question.

“Then do you agree that since you are a passionate liar who can’t help herself from fucking up and we can’t believe your promises, that you need the men of the family to keep you in line, tell you who you can and cannot fuck and most importantly discipline and educate you?” Conner retrieved the windshield wiper he had popped her with and held it to strike her with if she answered incorrectly.

“Absolutely, Sir,” Crystal actually smiled with relief and freely offered with an obvious flirtation, “I would probably fuck all these hunky, young neighbors of Angel’s for free if you weren’t here to keep me in line and inspect me to make sure I am not creaming myself over their handsome good looks.”

“You would?” Brian Huggins eyes got big as he drank in my Aunt’s sexy, tanned body. She continued to keep the dildo in place, but swayed from side to side slightly for his benefit.

“Hey now!” Angel pouted that this was no longer about her, “I don’t see how this is about that old whore? She is like thirty years old!”

“Well, thank you darling,” Chrystal humored the silly girl with a warm smile and obvious lie, “I’m actually twenty-nine this May.”

“Ooh, happy birthday then!” Angel’s child-like, trusting tone made me giggle. She could talk incessantly about herself, she could be annoying and cry about the silliest things, but when she was just plain dumb as a box of rocks – she was actually pretty funny.

My brother returned to Angel and explained that of course she did not understand. “Your father understands that you are pretty, but a fat, stupid, and a lazy whore.”

“You think I am pretty, Sir?” Angel once again heard what she wanted out of my brother’s insult.

“Yes, I think you are,” Conner smiled at her and gave her the acknowledgement she sought. I noticed it was Brian’s turn to become uncomfortably jealous. He made his offer to her father, “I am giving your father an opportunity to put you to work in a strict, disciplined environment where you will get direction and come back better behaved each and every time. We will be by in the morning to get her on the curb – and return her around this time tomorrow afternoon with a report on how well she did – and your money?”

“Will I have to fuck niggers though? Please, no! I will be a good girl, but no way!” Angel protested with a panicked look.

“Do she?” the father hadn’t quite made up his mind, but he wanted to hear what my brother had to say.

“No,” Conner explained pointing to her nipples, “The main thing she is going to do is give breast milk – we are going to bottle it and sell it.” Conner looked over at Daisy, “We’ve already got one cow but I expect demand to grow!”

I couldn’t see Daisy’s face but I expected her to have a look of realization that Conner had taken her idea to put Angel to work and was going to use it on her as well.

“I will have to suck nigger cock though if you say so, right Sir?” Angel’s question sounded less like a protest and more like a request.

“No, you probably won’t have to suck too many dicks,” Conner answered her as if this were a minor detail and continued talking to the father. “Don’t worry about leaving a bathing suit with her – just leave her by the curb like this and we’ll come back in the morning for the spreader bar and provide a suit she can wear when appropriate. Is that cool?”

“Garbage pick-up is tomorrow,” was her father’s slightly bemused response to the offer.

You would think he would have wanted more details or assurances but much like Doctor Hooker – he probably felt that since they took care with us that the same would be extended to his daughter. Then again, he was going to leave her outside in the nude with the trash and alley-cats all night so he may simply not have been too worried about her fate.

“I’ll make sure they don’t take her by mistake then,” Odd-Jobs promised as he started up the golf-cart and Conner gave Angel a tiny wink and a kiss on the cheek before hopping back in. I could see Angel actually blush and look embarrassed at the sign of affection and that was hard to do on top of being tied up naked on one’s own front lawn!!

“Wave bye-bye!” Conner told her and I grinned slightly as she tried before realizing her hands were cuffed behind her. We began marching the semi-circle to turn our procession around. “Don’t worry – we’ll feed the slut and bring her back in one piece! You may want to make sure she drinks plenty of water tonight though!” Conner offered as we marched away.

I heard the Huggins boys say to each other just before someone turned the stereo back on, “That kid sure did have a full set of balls on him, didn’t he?”

“He sure as fuck did.”