Family Feud II

The Family Feud II

Chapter Four

The girls were cherry red from head to the bottom of their toes, with a slight yellow to brown starting to emerge on their asses.

“There are only two places that haven't been marked a bit, and then we'll take a break because speaking for me, I am about to pop” The girls knew exactly what that means. Jamie involuntarily scrunched her nose reminding Bill of Tabatha from Bewitched, or was it her daughter her did the nose scrunch? Old show who cares, okay, everyone is waiting for me to talk...He thought as he drifted into and out of a daydream.

“I don't plan to slap your faces today, so that leaves one last part.” Wendy and Jamie were looking at each other confused as Bill futzed with their cuffs turning them around to admire his handiwork and let them out of their wrist restraints.

“Get on the floor, on your backs..spread your legs.” there was a hesitation like “No bill, not there!!” as Wendy instantly realized what part had managed to be spared. Their pussies had been hit, but more as collateral damage when they were being spanked, or just the pubic bone area. She had noticed Jamie was like her in that they both had “Innies” with a little bit of hood on display, not big fat twats where the lips were pulled out obscenely.

She narrowed her eyes at him a little, but quickly realized they were serious. It would be Chris swatting her directly on the pussy lips. She spread her legs apart, her body already sore and tingling from what felt like an hour of shock therapy along all of her nerve endings. She couldn't help but admire Jamie for being able to absorb the same amount of pain. Then again, she thought to herself, women have to endure child birth, this experience as bad as it was, didn't really seem to compare to the natural birth of Chris. Jamies was much easier, but then it would be the second time around.

“OH, OW!!!” she would have screamed had panties not been stuffed in her mouth and duct taped in place. The first strike directly to her clit hood was not what she expected. Chris was using the handle of a wooden spoon, and Bill had a bath scratcher handle.

“Do you remember spanking us on the tops of our dicks with blunt force, Mom?” Chris said maniacally. She had but didn't remember slicing it to ribbons the way he was on her pink bits. “Well...I wonder if it felt like this” he grinned, instantly aware he was sounding a bit Psycho and not liking how he sounded quieting down.

After a few minutes, the strikes got worse, harder, more targeted and pronounced. They were learning. They were watching how the women seemed to howl into the gag and move, with each strike and they started only doing the ones that seemed to  make the girls tremble.

Wendy was holding herself at the knee, to force her legs apart, thankful she was so limber from all the step classes and aerobics. She couldn't imagine how Jamie was doing it, or if her father was periodically hitting the asshole too the way Chris was with her. She was crying now, her nose was running, which made it hard to breath with the gag. She felt like she wanted to vomit, the pain was bearable to some extent, but the shame and humiliation was excruciating like nothing else she had felt.

“Mom's really wet down there....” Chris said, shocking even Bill that he would make such an observation and not just keep it to himself. “It's like honey”. Prompting the two men to stop their pain picnic they were holding on a Saturday afternoon with the women of the family.

When they began this process of applying pain, they mostly used the hair brushes, but as the time wore on they began to feel more comfortable with the bodies in front of them, grabbing and poking, spreading, turning them around, pulling a tit to tug at it, so they could give a beating to the underside. Spanking bare handed soon followed. So it was not the first time his hand had been applied to his mothers twat this afternoon, but it was still a shocker when he actually put his finger into the crack of her pussy lips to draw back some of the wetness.

He sniffed it, and said “Ooh snot” jokingly, wiping it directly under his mothers nose. This caused the men to giggle. Bill didn't see anything like that coming from Jamie's tight little furry snatch, and he still wasn't comfortable with the idea that there may be. Even though he had just beat her in the most intimate of places, he was still getting his head around this.

To change the subject, he said “Well, don't that beat all? The selfish women of the house, get off before their new Owners....hmmm” The word “Owners” bit into Wendy and Jamie like the bite of another stroke to the sore twat.  However, technically that is what they were, Masters, Dominants, the Boss. It was all so new.

“Okay, let's switch back off again, I'd like Wendy to do the honors” grinned Bill, to the ladies on their backs on the carpet in the living room who looked confused.

“Okay, you can't seriously expect us to sit here and jerk off like good little boys in front of you when you were in charge? You've got to help out...the least you can give your husband is a hand job”

Wendy murmured a litany of explanation into the muffled gagged of her panties, her body language seeming to either be about Jamie and Chris watching, or Jamie's giving Chris a hand job. Either way it was obvious she was concerned.

Bill sighed “Wendy, I don't have a lot of duct tape left,  if I pull this gag off you one more time to hear your excuses, we are just going to stop, no matter what you decide. Is that what you want?”

Wendy looked at Jamie, Jamie back at her mother, there were tears in their eye, but neither murmured or said anything for a second.

“Maybe they have Slut ESP” joked Chris ruining the epiphany that Mother and Daughter were sharing with a silly joke. Wendy nodded that she wouldn't want the gag off and got to her knees, awkwardly in front of Bill's throbbing member. Jamie followed suit, although more reluctantly to a grinning Chris.

“Hah, Dry? no...go get that really nice cocoa butter I bought you last Christmas and hurry back...” Bill told his wife. She remembered it was TWO Christmas's ago, but being gagged and in the predicament she was in, standing on facts wasn't going to help the situation. She scampered off leaving Jamie with the Taylor men.

While she was gone, Chris pulled off the duct tape from around Jamie's lips. “She could just spit on mine...that is what I do when I am alone.”

Bill joked “TMI” (meaning “Too much information) but seeming to give his blessing to it. Jamie had tons of saliva but it was all balled into the panties she had managed to get in her mouth. (She picked her OWN panties when the switched earlier, without the two of the men noticing, Thank god for small favors, she had thought to herself).

She hocked some spit, making a sound worthy of any baseball player onto his dick, kind of secretly wishing she had aimed for her brothers face, letting it fall on top of his dick. From where her brother was sitting on the couch, his legs straddled her, and her boobs were pressed against his knees. He could just see her head and hands. He guided her to start working his cock with her hands.

She shut her eyes and continued gingerly.

“Keep em open, Pumpkin..I want you to think about what you did and your predicament, not tune it out. You've got some big decisions to make about this. If you are going to keep us happy, the least you can do is hand jobs. This is your first time touching a cock, so...”

Jamie cut him off “No, it's not” she hadn't realized why she said that in so challenging a manner, that wasn't her intention, if it wasn't too late she offered a “Sir” and increased the intensity of her strokes.

“Who, Jamie's no longer a virgin, dad!” Chris laughed

“No, I am still a virgin, but I've been to parties before, you know..just heavy petting. This is not the first dick I touched.”

“Okay, well now I don't feel so bad. Had you told me this a few months ago, I would have felt my pure little snowflake was a big slut, and that I lost something, but actually it helps me not to feel so guilty...”

Wendy had been standing at the stair case listening to the exchange, she wasn't sure if she felt betrayal that her own daughter had not told her those things, or maybe she was just saying that to sound worldly so that the awkwardness of the actual first encounter with a man's dick this way wasn't so disgusting to think about.

She remembered how Jamie had refused to leash the two men by their balls and attach or remove their leashes. Why now, has she suddenly found the will to not only touch, but stroke, and stroke like a natural little slut. Wendy had to admit she was impressed with her daughter's technique of pumping her hand up and down the shift and twisting the wrist as she went.

“Ah there is my little bitch” Bill said “Lazily, watching the scene, instead of doing her wifely duties?”

Wendy quickly got into position, tits and ass jiggling as she hurried to the couch, and applied the jaw of special cream she had received as a Christmas gift to her husbands dick so she could jerk him off. The two of them had seen a lot today that sort of blew their mind and stimulated their cocks, with the combination of the lack of sex they had, it was easily forgiven and understood even for a premature ejaculator like Bill, that the whole thing was over in about two or three minutes with the two men reaching climax near the same time.

Jamie leaped back, dropping her brother's cock like she had just broken it. Letting the spermy fluid fall all over his hairless cock.

“I thought..you were going to pee on me.”

“Not a bad idea, sis...but now you've got my cum all over me...time to wipe it up.”

“Use your panties” Bill added, as he pulled hard on his wife's duct tape/panty gag so she could do the same to him.

Gingerly the two did as instructed, and were told to carry the panties with them in their hands. “I still haven't decided if I will want you wearing panties at all for this, I was inclined to let you out of the house, but I am inclined to believe it won't put you in the proper submissive mindset if you aren't a bit disarmed..at least that is what you told us, when you made us WEAR them.”

“Bill, that was to give you an appreciation, for feminine values and I thought you seemed to like the softness of them, even said you may want to wear them sometimes, because they were comfortable?” she said in a very bemused way.

Which is why it came as a shock to her to get a slap to her face “Bill? no..it's Sir from now on, and you went and made me slap you to the face, something I hadn't intended to do today...” it stung, the smack a shock to her ego as well as her face.

When she recovered “I am sorry Sir, I need to learn to address my betters more appropriately.” there was  loud knocking sound coming from her stomach, as the gases inside tore at what little protien remained that punctuated her apology.

“Okay..okay, we're hungry too...let's feed the bitches” leaving the girls ungagged, naked, cherry-red bruised and with cum-dried panties in their hands, they walked them into the kitchen.

“I am sure you will thank us, for not permitting you to sit in chairs, after all your keisters are probably so sore, it would hurt you....”

“Yes Sir, thank you” the girls said, without too much enthusiasm, having been drained both emotionally and physically from the beating they received.

Chris checked the fridge “Hot-Dogs!” he hadn't eaten those since the start of his own little torture, so he pulled out a 7 pack.

“Knowing your mom, it's veggie, turkey dogs” said Bill, not paying any attention to his wife and daughter standing at attention in the kitchen. Hands behind their back, tits out.

“Well, we aren't making our own hotdogs, go ahead and get us fed, and then we'll let you eat.”

Wendy took the hotdogs graciously from her son, and began to boil water, “Should I put in four, Sirs?”

“Four, why?” Chris said skeptically.

“One for each of us, Sir?”

“Lawl, four for me, maybe, SINISTAR HUNGERS!!” Chris made a reference to some video game that no one else understood, emphasizing his own hunger, completely oblivious to the fact that he had a full breakfast, while neither girl had eaten at all and it was already 1pm.

Bill corrected “Put in five, and leave two out, those are for you...you can eat yours raw”.

Wendy nodded, she didn't particularly like the idea of eating hot dogs cooked or otherwise, she preferred healthier choices. She wasn't even sure she remembered buying hot dogs before, how long had these been in the fridge, she thought as her and her daughter sat out the buns and mustard.  All she knew is right now she was downright famished, and a hot dog would have to do!

When the men were eating, Chris was stuffing his face and saying “Look Dad” and squirted mustard on the dog, he said “I put my wiener in mom's bun, and squirted mustard all over it”. They both laughed at the uncomfortable metaphor.

The girls stayed stone faced, at attention while they watched the two of them dilly dally. Another stomach growl, this time from Jamie.

“I would swear one of you farted.” Chris said amused with himself. “We should probably put ping pong balls in their butts, and if one of them drops out, we'll know for sure” laughing.

Wendy had to wonder to herself, with a curious expression where these sadistic and twisted ideas were coming from “The boys not right” She thought to herself, but had to almost laugh at the same time of how funny the idea of the ping pong balls was.

“Okay, let's feed your mom and sister...before they get so thin they blow away” Bill said after Chris finished his fourth dog (in the same time it took him to finish one). “They have a lot to do today, and me and you have to sit down and work on Bill's Bill”

“Yeah, don't you remember that ridiculous piece of paper they handed us a long time ago, when this whole thing started, about the Taylor women's bill of rights?”

“Nope” Chris said. His mom knew he played dumb sometimes, he had admitted he was smart, but was so used to everyone expecting the worst of him, that he just fell into the habit. That or maybe he was actually kind of simple.

“Okay...well, I may rip it in half if I find it and have them both wipe their ass on it, it was all lawdee-daw and fancy, lawyer-like. I am going to make mine simple.”

Wendy couldn't help but narrow her eyes. She wondered why men valued taking something as complex as all the do's and don'ts of whatever they were about to do, and make it 'simple'? That just seemed to gloss over important parts. Then she realized, that was her hyper-critical, analytical side coming out. The men are going to have fun with this, they should write their rules, the way men would. This was going to be their little vacation, their little chance to get even, get payback and heal the family and she was going to do her best to grin and bear, even things she thought should be done another way, for the good of the family.

“Oh shit” she thought to herself, Bill was asking them affirmation questions and she had tuned him out while she thought about her situation.

He was finishing with Jamie, good she had dodged a bullet.

“You look a little glassy eyed, would you like to sit down, my love?” Bill asked in a friendly tone.

“Actually, yes sir”

He laughed “But you need permission, because you are going to be my little bitch, isn't that right?”

“Well yes sir..I thought you were offering.”

“Anyone ever tell you that you think too much?” Bill sneered

Such an offensive question. She had encouraged her daughter to think for herself, be independent. Now that she thought about the question though, she realized she hadn't felt the same need for Chris to have that trait, maybe she thought it was hopeless, or maybe she had just saw so much of herself in Jamie when raising her.

“Yes Sir, I do over-analyze things” she admitted looking straight ahead.

“Are you going to pussy out of our deal, half-way through?”

“No sir, not if I can help it”

“But aren't you making mental notes of all the nasty things we do to you, so you will hold them over my head, Slut?” he added the word slut to punctuate the fact that he was being nasty.

“No sir, it's kind of like our hall pass, sir”

“Hall pass, I don't believe I remember that, what the fuck are you talking back?” Bill said thrown off his rhythm of asking questions that would reafirm him as boss.

“Well you know the movie? Hall pass? Where the wives give the men a one-time affair? When we first married, mine was Axl Rose and yours was Tawny Kitane?”

“Who is that?” Chris asked interjecting himself from the table where he was snacking on some Cheetos.

“Oh my god, I can't believe you remember that. We both agreed if one of us got the chance, we could have sex with that one person, and no hard feelings. It was like a “Gimme”.  That was so long ago! the singer of Guns and Roses, and the chick from the Whitesnakes videos? Why oh why didn't I say Angelina Jolie?” he laughed.

“Well, she was probably not even Jamie's age then Sir” Wendy said, which caused Bill to get serious for a minute.

“Was that a dig, because of the photos of Jamie's friends?”

“No no, sir...don't read into it, I am sorry for saying that.”

“Good, you are going to have to apologize, bend at the knee, scrape and put up with a lot of crap from us, you want to do that?”

“Yes Sir, I do, and at the same time I don't”. Bill asked her to explain and Wendy clarified “Obviously, no one wants to have to suffer, and be the butt of a joke, but this serves us right, and maybe after two weeks, I will learn something about myself I didn't know, I am already having more respect for you, that you've taken charge. Chris went out looking for a job this morning, that is another positive that came out of this!” Wendy said looking on the bright side as usual.

“Well that is not happening!” Chris added “Yeah, now that we are bosses, I don't think I want to be out of the house and miss any of this”

Bill looked at his son with a little contempt “But you and me, we ARE going to be bread winners again, after we finish with this little game of ours, right?”

“Definitely dad, that sounds good!” Chris cheered.

“Until then, we'll have to live on what you girls make, and manage the finances that way, question for you, my love. IF you are so concerned that Chris learn to work and get a job, why not your precious mini-me Jamie?”

She realized he meant “Mini-me” like the character from Austin Powers, who was just a miniature version of Doctor Evil. “I am not sure, I guess with cheerleader, and academically, I just assumed she was going to college right after school.”

“Oh okay, and Chris could slave away like me early in his career, get passed by people with college educations and then have to struggle for the rest of his life?” Bill was asking about Chris with his words, but the question was more about Bill, Wendy sensed that.

“We all made some choices in the past, we have to live with. Frankly, I didn't think ummm..Sir Chris?” she struggled with what to refer to him, since she wasn't supposed to call him by name. Bill corrected her “Master Chris” and she absorbed the gravity of the title and finished “Master Chris, was going to WANT to go to college, he was barely wanting to go to high school, and that is much easier. Like you said, the path for girls, and the path for men is different, because we have different value systems.”

“But now Boys Rule, Girls Drool, Right mom?” Jamie realized that Chris was commenting on a t-shirt she had when she was around five years old that said “Girls Rule, Boys Drool”. How long had he been carrying out this baggage, she thought to herself.

“Yes sir, Boys Rule, Girls Drool” Wendy said compliantly.

“Doesn't sound like she believes it yet, though” Bill told his son. “Give the wieners a little mustard and feed your mom, I'll give Jamie hers.”

Squirting Mustard on the end, the men took the raw dogs and walked up to the standing, bruised, naked Taylor women told them to “open wide, for  a big surprise” they held their mouths open and the men stuck the hot dogs in long-ways.

Wendy took a big bite out of hers as quickly as it entered her jaws “Oooh mom, that is painful!” Chris said mocking a wound “Take it slow”. It occurred to Wendy what the guys were doing.

“Yeah Jamie, time to play with your food. You really don't want to gulp it down, enjoy the Mustard” Bill told his daughter, while looking directly at Wendy. Slowly they worked the remainder of the hot dogs fed by hand into the women's mouths with Chris saying “I wonder if they can deep throat”

“After tonight, I'll let you know, things are going to change in our bedroom!” despite all that had happened up to this point, Wendy had a shocked look about Bill telling about bedroom behavior.

“Oh don't be a prude, Wendy, you are both standing here like three-hole sluts, eating hot dogs like dicks, you are going to worry that I tell your son you are going to suck my dong tonight?”

“Touche' Sir, you are just surprising me, I just haven't seen your rules, I don't know what to expect. There are some things that are alright for me and you alone, I would think.”

Bill said “I'll consider it, speaking of which, now that you've eaten, get down on all fours, thank me for breaklunch, and get to work finishing up cleaning the house, then when you finish that, bring a bottle of lotion, you need to maintain your tan. Oh and get me a notebook and  pen, we've got to get cranking on Bills Bill”

“May we have something to drink, also?” Jamie said pouting out her lip.

“Oh damn, if you give a mouse a cookie” Bill seeming frustrated made a reference to a childrens book he used to read to her at bed time. It was about if you give a mouse a cookie, then he'll want to some milk to wash it down, and then he'll want a napkin to wash his milk mustache off with, and so on. She knew the reference was intentional.

“Fine, get the fleet enema bottles from last week, fill them water.”

He waited for his daughter to say “Gross!” and she almost did, but all she managed was “Can we wash off the nozzles?” Fleet enema bottles are shaped kind of like shampoo bottles or hair dye with a rounded tip so you can stick them up your butt and squirt water in. She remembered buying them, but  obviously this had been another game her mother played with them that she was not privy too.

“Oh geez, you can't taste a little bitter ass? Fine...yes...Whatever” Bill was already lost in thought about what he probably considered the overwhelming task of writing rules for his new household/living situation.

The girls hunkered down on all fours, feeling the pain on their bare hands and knees, from the many bruises they had received in their full body whipping. “Yes Sir, thank you for breaklunch, we are glad you took away the privilege of eating with dignity, and choosing for ourselves what to eat, I hope it amused you” Wendy said, channeling what she may have hoped to hear from them when the shoe was on the other foot.

When the girls finally had a private moment, after drinking water from the cleansed fleet bottles in the bathroom, they hugged silently saying nothing for about 5 minutes. The nudity, the sore skin, none of it mattered. They were developing a bond by doing this together, brought on perhaps more intensely by the shared pain. They cleaned in silence, finding that they actually seemed to work very briskly and efficiently, almost forgetting their nudity.

They didn't see the men come in or out of the kitchen, while the went about their duties in the nude.  and they really felt completely exhausted from all that had happened. It was a time for introspection and questioning just how far they were going to be asked to go, and how far they were willing to go. Left to their own devices, the two of them made a pretty good team cleaning up the house, straightening even the other rooms without being told.

When they had finished, Jamie was smirking at her mom. “You know how ridiculous we look?”

“Oh yes, you weren't even being modest when you bent over, its hard to get the image of your little pooter out of my head”.

“Gross, mom..I just meant, like here we are naked, cleaning up the house, our butts sore, while the guys sit around, worse off than we started this little escapade to get them to clean up after themselves.”

“No, the irony is not lost on me. I am sure if someone could see into our lives, they'd laugh their asses off at our cum-uppance.”

“Well it's a good thing no one would ever believe a story like this, much less write it.” Jamie added.

Patting her daughter on the bare shoulder, and changing the subject “okay..they want us to get the lotion, and report back into the kitchen, are you ready to do it?”

Summoning her courage, taking a deep breath “Oh yeah, the backyard?”

“Beats the front yard!!” Wendy said with a bemused look.