Family Feud II

The Family Feud II

Chapter Six

It was Saturday at 4pm, the first day of the Taylor women's comeuppance when it began to slightly drizzle outside. Afternoon showers. The men let them sit out in the sprinkling rain for a little while. The girls debated whether or not to try to pull on the knots Chris tied so they can run inside in case the fellas were busy and didn't realize it was raining.

The assumption was Chris's knots may not be all that perfect, although for all the things he wasn't, he had at least been a cub scout, boy scout and eagle scout all through elementary and middle school. Eagle scouts is sort of that phase when you are a little too old to still be doing it, but you are so hard core about scouting you stick with it despite all your friends telling you how uncool it is.

Wendy was starting to think It was probably around that time Chris started putting on weight, and stopped trying, once he got out of Eagle Scouts to avoid the peer pressure of his friends who didn't think it was “cool”. Not that Chris had a shot at being “Cool” in or out of Eagle Scouts. She was mentally slapping herself for downing her son, especially given he had tied a particularly feisty little knot that only seemed to get a little tighter as she struggled with it, naked in the rain.

Chris was standing over her when she looked up, naturally he and his father had fully dressed hours ago. “I see you are trying to get out of the knots I tied. That is funny. I didn't try to get out of the ones you tied, because I knew better...I'll have to tell Dad”

“Please don't?” Wendy pleaded, fearing another punishment and possibly an argument.

“What, you are already trying to bribe me? Hah” Chris laughed as he untied Jamie first, and then his Mom directing them out of the rain and into the house.

Soaked, naked, their hair wet, their makeup running, their bodies hot and warm from afternoon sun and all over body beatings, they shivered in the cool cranked up air conditioning of the living room.

“Oh you don't like 69, Wendy?” Bill asked from the couch.

“69?” Wendy asked with a sudden panic

“Yah, you always hated it when I moved the thermostat down, do you mind now?”

Over chattering teeth, arms folded across her bare chest, hopping from foot to foot “No Dear, The men run the temperature, not us. May we please go dry off and use the bathroom?”

“Oh, pee or poop?” Chris asked.

Wendy wanted to say “I beg your pardon” she wanted to say it so bad, it felt like the right question. They weren't going to pretend to bubble-headed bimbos who delighted in their own torment, they were going to play it straight. However, they also had to be polite, so she bit her lip and said “I have to do both, Sir”

“Heel” Chris said.

“Heel?” Wendy asked

“You don't' remember...that is where you crawl on all fours, and walk with your head close to my heel...it's a one word command, come with me, I'll supervise you....Jamie do you need to go too?”

“No sir” Jamie said shivering.

“Okay, last chance to go for a few hours.” Chris grinned.

“Fine, yes sir...” noticing Chris didn't like the tone Jamie added “I would be thankful if you would permit me to go to the bathroom”

“What do you want to do there?” Chris folded his arms.

“Um...do my business.” Jamie said curiously.

“From now, on you'll ask permission to piss or shit, just like that. I want to hear you say vulgar things...you'll understand when Dad goes over the rules. Nodding, the two slaves were at his heel on all fours, butts in the air, faces towards the carpet like dogs.

Once in the bathroom, Chris directed them to both sit on the toilet seat “Half and Half”. They seemed to think that was impossible but surprising they could both hover the business end of their butts over the toilet.

“Drop off the kids at the pool” Chris had his arms folded, watching them as they both made grossed out faces. “I mean go shit and piss, duh!!” Chris clarified. “When me and dad were your little bitches, we would use the excuse of coming to the bathroom to take a break, we aren't giving you the same courtesy, you'll be monitored anytime you go at home, and toilet paper is rationed too. You use too much to take off your make up”

“But you guys didn't even have to pay for it?” Wendy asked, still soaked from laying out in the rain.

“It's not our money? I thought the men ruled the wallet, what is the motto, Boy's Rule?”

“Girls drool” they said in unison finishing the slogan.

There was a sudden “Fitz-purp” sound like a fart, and the Jamie and Chris giggled instinctively “Look guys, this is so awkward. I hear the logic of your rules..it's just if you stay in here, you are going to hear me drop that hot dog you gave me earlier, and I can't say that it's going to sound pleasant or lady like.”

“Go for it” Chris smiled, and Wendy winced, made a squeezing face, and let lose, with a mighty but short rip. It caused Chris to laugh “You two are gross...stinky butts...”

Wendy wanted to say “But you told me to do it!!” the look on her face said as much.

After they stood up, they were permitted to wipe, flush, and wash hands. A quick shower for the two of them (with mostly cold water) causing nipples to spring forth, and some of the pain from earlier today to subside at least briefly.

They were allowed to straighten their hair, apply some make up. Chris for his part as supervisor, kept asking what mascara was, and if it was different from eye liner. He directed Jamie to paint some pink nail polish on her mothers nipples “Too brownish for me...I'd like them pink like Jamies”

They tried to explain that it would crack, and not be as glossy as on fingernails, but they let it go without much resistance and complied for Chris's amusement. He wasn't satisfied but he didn't bother to have it removed. He wasn't overly satisfied with the way the sun tan had turned out. He had expected a very pronounced lettering to appear after only a few hours.

So taking a sharpie he wrote “Fuck Me” on his sisters back in red sharpie and “In the Butt” on his mothers back.

“Okay, any other base, cream, liquid cleanser, spray, hot iron glue thingy or perfume you girls want to try to blind me with, or you just about feel beautiful and ready to go?”

“Go where, sir?”

“Downstairs on all fours, like my puppies...for now” He had them heel and wiggle their butts all the way downstairs. Lording it over them, as they padded down the carpeted stairs, nose to his heel.

Bill pointed to a rubber box marked “Bitches” in the living room “Chris and I felt we needed to clean a little house, you girls have way too many shoes and other bullshit. So we did your job for you, and bagged up all the unessential stuff, so you can take it to the curb later...In that box is the only clothes you'll be allowed to wear.”

“Oh Bill...Master Bill” Wendy cried “No, you are throwing away our real clothes, what about when this is over?”

“That is not for a while, and it will do you good, to have to give up some things you like, that represent the old you, Be glad it's only this, Chris wanted to have your heads shaved, except a little shock of hair and a pink ribbon.”

Looking in the “Bitch Box” they saw mostly clothes from the photo-shoots consisting of dirty lingerie, bustiers, Short halter-tops, tank tops, miniskirts, mostly things neither of them even recognized.

“That wasn't excessive, Sir?” Wendy asked.

“Hmm, that sounds like a passive aggressive question.” Bill said implying he may need an attitude adjustment. “Do you care more about your fashion then this family?”

“No sir”

“Well then, by being our little bitch you'll heal the family, is that worth your “Type Z "Markita 2" - Pointy-Toed Black Pumps?”

“Oh Sir!!” She was shocked, almost as much that he knew her favorite shoes, as that he would throw away the shoes she had talked about for weeks before buying them, analyzing the cost versus the benefit of having the most awesome shoes ever.

“No sir, my family is worth more...it's just what do I wear to work?”

“Is your career worth more than this family?” Bill asked meaning the question to be rhetorical, since he'd already established family first.

“Well, but we need an income...sir?”

“Yes, and I'll be getting a job one way or the other, you have my guarantee on it..besides you are a boss there, you can come in something casual”

“Yes sir, I COULD, but to stay the boss, I have to set myself apart from the rest.”

“That can be arranged” Bill said coldly, implying that she would definitely be set apart wearing the bitch box slut-wear.

“And you expect Jamie to wear this to school? Where is her cheer-leading uniform?” Wendy said skeptically letting her own work outfit situation go for now.

Chris smiled at his handiwork as he held up a Cherry lawn Cougar's cheer-leading top and skirt, making a point of showing that the 'spanks' had been cut out. The spanks were a type of shorts sewn into the bottom to protect the cheerleader's modesty, when twirling or being hoisted up in pyramids.

Jamie's turn to flip, her eyes got big “B...but....” is all she could stammer causing her dad and Chris to laugh at her stunned silence.

“Chris thought you'd say that, as long as your good, we may even let you wear the panties from today, but not those big black spanks...way too much skin covered. Hey look on the bright side, more people will watch your cheering and the football players will appreciate a little eye candy.”

Wendy's turn to offer an objection. “Surely, if a teacher or a counselor, got whiff of this, they would have to report it?” she wasn't angry, just concerned.

Chris replied casually “Mom, there was a student prostitution ring in my school for months, where do you think Dad found girls willing to pose naked? By standing at the bus stop with candy?”. Chris looked at his Dad and apologized for bringing up the sore spot of the pictures he had taken that helped set off the chain of events leading to him and his son being humiliated  “Sorry Dad.”

“No offense taken, Son” acknowledging his son's point. “Cherry Lawn is a mega school of 4,000 students, and there are not enough eyes on the students, even if you count the ones in the back of every teachers head. There are fights, drugs, all sorts of other more obvious issues going on, that I suspect one more slutty girl seeking attention by wearing no panties, isn't going to set off all the alarms”.

“Put it this way” Chris answered his Mom's concerns “Even though I am a nobody, when you guys made me wear diapers to school, the kids that did find out about it, merely laughed cruelly. The students all have their own problems to worry about. If it amuses them, they'll laugh, if it angers them at best they'll ignore it.”

Wendy had a hard time believing this. She thought of better of giving an “In my day” speech where she described growing up in the 1980s. Times had changed since she was a kid, and maybe Chris was right.  Teachers wouldn't be on the look out for something like this, because who could expect some one to purposely cut the spanks out of their daughters cheer uniform.

The girls were besides themselves. They weren't sure how to respond to this sudden turn of events.

“Here is where you thank your Father for consolidating your clothes into a well organized pile.”

“Thank you Sir” they said not quite so enthusiastically in unison.

“From now on, all clothes will be in piles...no more dressers. When we drop something on the floor, that constitutes a pile. You'll be told if you can pick up and wash it for us, or if we think we have a few more days to wear it...your stuff will go back in the box as soon as you get home, so since you'll hardly ever wear the same thing twice, you will probably have to wear it a dozen or so times before we consider letting you wash it”

“Yeah, even if you poop stripe the back of it!” Chris laughed. Even his father looked at him with the “Boy's not right” look on his face.

“Alright, you pick something out for your mother...make it something that will amuse us, doesn't match...Wendy do the same for Jamie, get your clothes on, you've got 2 minutes to be ready...chop chop”

The girls quickly picked out something and handed it to each other. They weren't quite the worst things in the bucket, but there wasn't a lot to choose from. Short skirts, halters that covered up the words that Chris had written on their backs, and 4 inch heels. None of which matched.

“Looking good...I could probably stop on the highway and make money” Bill smiled, but the girls weren't

“Oh cheer up girls, I am only teasing..actually I am taking you SHOPPING and to grab a bite to eat, if you are good girls”

The girls looked a little defeated. “So much for the big adventure and wondering where things would go” Whispered Jamie to her mom as they marched them outside into Bill's truck.

“Since Jamie was clumsy enough to wreck and abandon your car, we'll do the driving” That wasn't quite true. The wreck was caused by someone to set her up, but the girls didn't try to correct him. Bill seemed to be baiting them.

“Since there is only the front seat...Jamie you sit in your Brother's lap, and Wendy you sit in the hump.”

Jamie could tell over every speed bump, with her brothers arms around her, and his throbbing dick trying to spring up through his jeans, that he was enjoying the bumpiness and her discomfort.

“I can't wait to make Bacon in the mornings, Dad” Chris said thinking that finally they'd get to eat the unhealthy food they craved.

“Are you kidding? With these two little bitches, one of them will make it for you, they'd be glad too..and fuck aprons..they don't have any pubes....a little grease spatter from bacon never hurt anyone...” remembering that the Taylor men had been forced to wear humiliating aprons while they cooked for sanitary reasons.

“How have you done writing the rules, sir?” Wendy asked politely, squeezed in between her son and husband, with the gear shift right between her legs. Bill ignored her and shifted gears.

After a minute he said “Listen, don't pressure me about that. I want to have a little time to clear my head...”

“But today counts as one of the days, sir?”

“Why, did you sign rules that says it did?” Bill said sarcastically.

“Well, but we've been serving all day”

“I'll think about it...I am inclined to think you've been half-assing today, and this is just a warm up....that is unless you impress me when we get to the stores.”

“What stores, sir?” Wendy didn't recognize this side of town. It was near the motel that Bill and Chris had lived in when they moved out months ago.

“Oh yeah, you wouldn't..this is the shittier side of town” Bill said with a blank expression as he pulled into Goodwill. “We've got to add some things to the bitch box, then take you to say hello to a few of the residents at the motel we stayed at...

At the Goodwill, there were rows and rows of out of date polyester butterfly collars shirts, pantsuits that even grammas would say were out of style. The men showing an interest in clothes shopping for the first time methodically went down each and every row, ignoring any suggestion from the women picking out clothes mostly for them.

There wasn't a lot of people in the store, and even though Chris made a big deal about making sure people over heard him telling his sister and mom he wanted to come watch them change and try on things, no one said a word to them about it.

This really didn't satisfy Chris. He was hoping that someone would get a thrill out of knowing this. He was reminded of an old joke.

A man is stranded on a desert island with Taylor Swift, and after years and years the two grow close and become lovers. On the man's birthday, Taylor offers to do anything he wants as a gift. “Well...could you walk around the island wearing this mustache?” And Taylor agrees, although confused. When she gets all the way around, the man walks up to him “Hey Buddy, did you know I am fucking Taylor Swift?”

So what good is being in charge of no one gets a thrill out of hearing about it? Chris makes a mental note to write a detailed story about how him and his Dad first came to be the women's playthings, and then how they his. “First I'd have to see how it ends” he thinks to himself.

Standing in the women's changing room with his mom and sister, he waited for Wendy to be once again naked, and said “There was a green tube top, out there, go outside and find out, you can ask someone who works here if you want.”

“Yes sir, just let me get dressed” Wendy answered.

“Why would you need to do that, it's not that far...just walk out there, and do it.”

“Chris, no...I can't do that. I won't” Wendy brow beat him “You can punish me, I am not going to get thrown in jail for public exposure. Our skirts may fly up accidentally and that I don't think will matter too much on this side of town, but just walking out there fully naked, no sir.” Chris actually backed down, but he resented having too, silently thinking about ways to compel them to have to do what he wanted.

When they had paid with Mom's credit card for the slut clothes, they did seem to get a slight rise out of the old woman at the cash register, who seemed to regard the mother and daughter as just another pair of whores. The men smirked as they told them “carry the bags, sluts” walking away from the old lady, while the women carried everything.

Next stop was “Wendy's” a fast food place. Wendy herself hated the restaurant that bore her name. None of the fried food was healthy enough for her, at best she'd eat a salad.

“Oh you don't like to eat at Wendy's?” Bill smiled, and the girls being rather hungry said “Oh no, we'd love it, please sir let us eat with you.”

“Bring the cuffs in your mouth” Wendy was about to deny him, when she thought better of it. “Yes Sir”.

Instead of walking into the restaurant, Bill walked behind the back to a brick walled in dumpster. Taking the girls behind it, he slapped the one cuff to each wrist and another cuff around a metal bar securing them to the dumpster.

“Take a whiff mom, it smells like you taking a shit” Chris said. Once again there was stunned silence, until Wendy smiling added “Yes...yes it does” but it was pretty obvious that she was being polite.

Bill and Chris then pulled their miniskirts down around their ankles. “Don't pull them up, and when we come back you can have a hamburger and some fries.”

Chris added “If you've got your thumb in you butt when we return....and I don't mean wait until we return and do it, I mean you've got it worked all the way up there, then there is a frosty in it for both of you..chocolate...”

Wendy was about to ask if they could also have something to drink, but the men walked away.

“Mom, I really don't like this” once they were gone in to enjoy a delicious meal with Wendy's ATM card.

“Ya think?” Wendy said at her daughter stating the obvious. “We both have our skirts around our ankles, no panties...if a wino or homeless guy walks up, we are up shits creek...you could be raped!!”

They heard scratching like someone trying to pull themselves out of the dumpster, both of them shrieked uncontrollably.

It was a raccoon, peaking it's head out, preferring night time to do his snacking, he had obviously been awakened by their activity.

“You think it will bite us?” Jamie asked very nervous.

“Well...” Wendy slightly more amused and relieved “I think we are safe that it won't go for the jugalar, at best you'll have a lot of bites around your ankles...”

“Mom, don't kid around”.

Wendy had spent her summers on a farm in Indiana and had a little more background in the woods. Something she thought may not be a bad idea for a family vacation once all this messy business was over. So she knew the raccoon was more afraid of them, than they were of him. Well, maybe Jamie and him were a the same level.

They watched the raccoon for a little while, until it lost interest and went back into it's dumpster domain.

“Are you going to put your thumb in your butt?” Jamie asked her mom.

“I don't know....Sometimes I wonder about Chris, some of the things he wants are so weird.”

“He is a guy.” Jamie said flippantly.

“Some men are decent, respectable guys with principles and backbone who aren't always swayed at the sight of a pretty skirt.” Her mom corrected.

“Are Dad and Chris, those kind of guys”

“No...” she laughed. “The way I figure it, we've got about 5 minutes at most before we better put our thumbs up our butt if we want the Frosty.”

Jamie made her duck lips again as she considered it “I think I'd rather do without”

“Why? What happened to gung-ho suzie-q over there, who wanted to freak them out by trying to actually encourage them and make them think you were enjoying this?”

Jamie gave a half-smile and a giggle “Frostys are fattening!”