Chapter Ninety-Nine

Life Is a Bitch And So Are You.

I spent the next few seconds trying to make up my mind. There were three choices and all of them had a different kind of humiliation associated with them.

If I told Ted I would only participate as a tease he would probably spill the beans that I had sucked my brother’s cock in front of the entire pool area the day before, so why be shy now? It was also the option that paid the least money and if I was going to do this – then why take a reduced cut? They would find ways to humiliate me anyway.

On the other hand, it was the safest option as far as my mother was concerned. She would see that I was basically trying to do the least possible and I could tell her that I had just been caught up in this twisted game – which is pretty much true. I would just have to leave out the sordid details. I suspected she would be fine with that, if I didn’t ask for the sordid details of why she was stripping this past week.

If I told Ted I would participate as a brat, then it would be just as twisted and perverse as yesterday and they would find new ways to humiliate me since the Buckman has a fickle attention span for things they have already seen.

My mom would know I am a cocksucker and that would be something I can never really live down – no matter what I do.

I shuddered at the thought that I could even consider being a whore. Savannah had agreed to be a tease and even she knew better. I don’t know why the perverted thought of playing this card had even crossed my mind. It surely wouldn’t have, had my mom not come along with us. I would have been willing to go as far as being a tease – but why was I contemplating being a whore?

I think subconsciously I thought if I agreed to that it would shock my mom – shock her to wake up and scream “NO WAY!”; and I would be able to tell her she couldn’t be down here either and we’d end this.

I think subconsciously I like lying to myself about my reasons.

If I had to be honest – a part of me was excited about it. I had seen how Angel, Delilah, Crystal, and Cricket seemed to purr at the prospect of service and it was starting to rub off on me. If these other women can do it – couldn’t I?

I had sex with Ryan – could I have it with other guys I didn’t care about? I’ve already sucked strange cocks – what would going a little further do? Would it be that bad?

These were questions that dirty little part of my brain asked. The good-girl part of my brain, the rule follower of my brain wasn’t making enough of a good argument. She was saying things like “What if Ted just insisted I be one like he did Daisy? Then I would have to do it, wouldn’t that be better? Mom can’t be mad if I was forced into this?”

I think the good girl in my brain was finding it harder to speak reason and logic because she was trying to handle the fires started in my pussy, tits, and all over from the arousal. I started to realize that as long as I didn’t actually LOOK at the men leering at me naked – the attention actually turned me on.

That was as long as they weren’t screaming “Look at that scrawny, dirty girl!” but instead were leering and smiling.

Speaking of leering and smiling – The Haislips had arrived. April was looking as sarcastic and sexy as she wore a tiny one piece. Her blonde-daughter, Tawny, had a black-eye, but seemed to be just as full of herself as ever in a purple two piece that barely covered her voluptuous curves. Her brother, “Tyga”, was dressed like a young Kid Rock in jean shorts and carrying a boom-box and a cooler.

“I see like Herpes – you have all come back again,” April smirked.

“You would know, April,” Ted dismissed her. I suppose I should be thankful though. If she and her evil offspring hadn’t walked up and distracted Ted he would have made me make my choice right then.

The diversion they created when they came to gloat refocused Ted’s attention on Delilah and that gave me more time to wrestle with my dilemma. I still had to hold my ankles while Tyga checked me out and gave me a thumbs up awkwardly. I wasn’t sure how to respond to that – I rolled my eyes.

“Delilah – what do you want to be?” Ted asked the young, dark-haired girl.

“Whatever you need me to be, Sir,” Delilah answered in her charming southern accent.

“Oh brother,” April declared in disbelief “Let’s go get a table before we can’t wade through the bullshit.”

“Maybe we should hang out here,” Tyga winked at me as if he were doing me a favor.

“C’mon Justin,” Tawny chided her brother, “You don’t want what that little skank has.”

“It’s Tyga! I told you to call me MC Tyga!” his demands falling on deaf ears as he followed the two stuck-up women into the pool area.

Delilah smiled and answered that her step-father might have a problem with her choosing to be a whore. “He knows the female condition is to use what the good Lord gave us for our own benefit – to manipulate and control, he would want me to CHOOSE to be a good girl, Sir.”

“Your purpose in life is to serve man,” Ted looked prepared. “I gave a lot of thought to what you said last night and I figured your step-father would say that. He is a very wise man. You cannot just choose to be a good girl and that is it. You are a wicked little thing – a dirty little thing aren’t you?”

Delilah was standing up now and facing him. I couldn’t see her reaction but from her voice she sounded elated to admit that she was.

“You can’t take any pleasure out of your service. You aren’t to enjoy your treatment. If it was easy and not a difficult sacrifice, you would learn nothing and not have to sacrifice anything,” Ted had clearly prepared what he was saying because I’ve never heard him sound so well-reasoned off the top of his head.

“True enough, Sir,” Delilah was smiling as the freckle faced teen offered a counter point “But wouldn’t dirty little things like me get off on being a whore – having sex and earthly pleasures.”

“You would if you were allowed to enjoy it,” Ted grinned as if he had expected her to say that. “Your step-father loves you and like the Lord can be merciful. Even he must feel a little sympathy for you –even though the weight of your wickedness is so great that you don’t deserve it.”

I looked up to see her nod in agreement. I should have been thinking about my own answers to these questions, but I couldn’t help but notice that Delilah wasn’t being asked to make a choice. It appeared Ted was making one for her and I was slightly envious that she was in the right mindset to let that happen – to roll with it.

“We aren’t going to let you enjoy it. We are going to make you work hard to keep MEN hard. You are going to choose whether you want to be a tease, a brat, or a whore. I will tell your step-father your choice. If you chose a tease we will impose strict discipline on you but not nearly as much as if you chose to be a whore. It will be up to him to decide if you felt strongly enough about your own sins and shortcomings to submit to the appropriate level of contrition.”

How had Ted picked up these big words he was using? Had he actually be listening to Maw-Maw all these years?

“I will be punished more severely if I don’t accept the most discipline you have to offer – I will be a whore for you today if you will have me then Master!”

Dammit – he had made her make a choice anyway!

Delilah was already holding her ass cheeks apart with two fingers on each hands and bending her knees slightly to accept the plug and ben-wa balls. “May I have a plug like the one you picked out for your wife, Sir?”

“Conner picked that one out for my wife,” Ted chuckled.

I wondered if my mom was even paying attention now. She was staring at the ground and seemed to be tuning all of this out – how could she do that? How could she not be shocked her son had picked out a butt plug for her own sister?

Conner was drawing the word WHORE on her ass with magic marker and asked if she belonged to him or Ted.

“I guess she belongs to Dr. Hooker and is just on loan. She’ll report to all of us equally,” Ted decided smugly as he walked to Cricket who was standing next to her anxiously awaiting her turn.

“WHORE, WHORE! WHORE!” she hopped up and down, bouncing her titties. They weren’t perky like mine – they wobbled back and forth. A fact that Ted made sure to remind her of by playing with them like he was juggling them.

She pouted and looked straight ahead as she stopped dancing.

“I know you want to be a good whore,” Ted touched under her chin “But you are too new to be one of my front line girls,” he indicated Savannah, me and Delilah and then sang “one of these things is not like the others..” as he pointed to her.

“Jeez, you don’t have to be so mean, Sir,” Cricket folder her arms “besides – I belong to Catfish. It should be up to HIM what I am,” her lower lip started to quiver.

Ted called over Catfish from the DJ booth and the two of them looked at her as if they were trying to decide where to hang an ugly painting so it wouldn’t be as noticed by company.

My Aunt had given her a make-over, but even with makeup and her hair done she still wasn’t the most attractive girl. Ted said she could be a “Butter face” if it wasn’t for the fact that her body wasn’t all that great.

“I don’t want her being a whore,” Catfish declared to Ted.

“What?” Ted asked him with a puzzled look on his face.

“My top girl is too good to be a whore, aren’t you?” Catfish asked sweetly of Cricket – who was coincidently his ONLY girl. Ted had Crystal, Daisy, and Savannah, my brother had me, Angel, and my mom.

“No? I’ll be your whore - I was for my brother, Sir?” Cricket answered with her own puzzled look.

“No more!” Catfish held up a finger and declared that unless she failed him he wanted her to be up by the DJ booth as his DJ slut.

“DJ Slut?” she still seemed confused but hopeful that was something good.

“You are going to serve beers, hamburgers, help me spin music and take money to enter the VIP tent – can you handle that?”

That was basically what Ted had wanted her to be when he mentioned it earlier, but Catfish made it sound like an original idea and added more glamour to it.

“I don’t know!” Cricket wasn’t opposed to it but she was still a little confused, “Do you still put something up my booty?”

Catfish thought about it for a moment. “Yes, my dick!” he joked.

“Yes, that sounds good. Write it please Mister Conner.”

“Write what? And it’s MASTER Conner.” Conner looked at Catfish for permission and smacked her butt cheeks with a windshield wiper when Catfish nodded.

“I thought it was Mister we were saying,” Cricket seemed apologetic as she rubbed her ass cheeks from the hard swat.

She had a tendency to slur her words at times – not as bad as her brother. My brother had said earlier she looked like “Gilly” from Game of Thrones. I made a mental note to watch that show and see how close she was.

“Also It’s ASS – you are to choose the nastiest and coarsest way to say anything,” Conner instructed as he squatted behind her to start writing on her bare ass with the marker.

“Don’t hesitate to correct the girls even if they don’t belong to you – you are doing the other Master a favor,” Ted sounded like he was instructing my brother when he surprised me by asking if the other two men agreed. They nodded and Catfish led her away.

“Can I be a Dick Pirate, MASTER?” she asked Catfish.

Catfish chuckled, held up his hand like a hook, and quipped in a pirate voice, “Arrr, show me the booty?”

“Yarrr!” Cricket giggled through a smile and swung her ass around and spread her bare cheeks for him, revealing her bottom to him.

“Why do you want to be called a dick pirate?” Catfish was still smiling when he asked.

“I don’t know – Someone called me that before and I remember you were one of the boys who used to play Pirates down at the Quarry when we were growing up, Master?” Cricket stood normally again.

“You remember that? Damn, that must have been ten years ago –those were the days? How old were you when you went down there?”

“I was eight and my brother would take me along and make me walk the plank and feed me to the sharks, Sir,” Cricket smiled at the memory, but having played Cowboys and Indians myself I knew what happened at the Quarry.

“I was one of the sharks!” Catfish laughed and proclaimed she would be officially the Dick Pirate.

He told her she was to wear an apron. “Your ass will be exposed,” he found a long metal butt plug and stuck it in leaving about four inches of the metal cylinder exposed, “This will be your pirate handle.”

“It’s like a popsicle stick,” she observed trying to feel it wiggling between her cheeks with her hands.

“Yes, and I’m gonna lick you all day,” Catfish teased her and she cooed and giggled.

“Then what if I melt, Master?” Cricket asked continuing the metaphor.

Catfish laughed and told her to stop touching her butt plug. He ignored her question and

wrote “Grab my tits for a dollar” on her front and took her to the DJ booth to begin selling beers.

People in the Buckman begin drinking EARLY! It shouldn’t have surprised me – but to actually see someone chugging beer, belching and fanning a fart in the early morning like he’d been drinking all night long, all the while singing along to Lynyrd Skynyrd is another thing.

“Don’t think so much – that’s your problem,” I heard Catfish tell her as he put her to work.

“Really? I always thought so! Oops,” she stopped herself from thinking as she eagerly wiped down the counter and offered up draft beer in Red solo cups to the three or four guys in the VIP area that were still playing with Angel.

“Can I frrppt up, Master?” Daisy asked very meekly. There were two younger boys skipping around her and pointing at her.

“Life is a bitch – and so are you,” Ted laughed, denying his sister any mercy and now it came down to me and my mother declaring our roles for the day.

I still hadn’t made up my mind what I was going to answer – I was leaning with Brat since it was the safest, but I knew whatever I picked my mom and I would have to talk about it and I was not looking forward to it. In a way I was hoping just to get it over with – like pulling a Band-Aid off a sore or jumping into a cold pool, it would only make it worse to agonize over the decision.