Family Feud II

The Family Feud II

Chapter Ten

“What happens if we don't agree to these terms?” Wendy asked her husband, who had just handed her and her daughter a stack of hand written rules and regulations, that would make Satan himself blush at he complexity of it all.

“Well, you get dressed, go up to our bedroom, and we get divorce papers, split up.”

“Bill, don't you see I love you? Can't you tell already by how far we came yesterday?”

“One day is going to turn things around?” Bill said with self-assurance that let Wendy know he was serious about breaking up the family over this. “And watch your tone with me, I'll take you over my knee, it's Master or Sir...”

She smirked, from down there on the floor, she was looking up to both of them at crotch level. They were dressed, she was naked, it felt like the held all the cards.

“Yes sir, sorry sir!” She said pulling her own string, and wincing at how it shot a shiver of pain, as the string they used to toy with her and lead her around tightened around her cunt hood and sent a spasm of pain through her. The way she had pulled it so casually at first, and then the sour look on her face made Bill and Chris giggle.

“Can Jamie and I discuss this first, Sir?” she asked quietly.

“Well, I expected more questions and demands.” Bill said “But uh no..you can't discuss it” Wendy was about to respond when Bill said “Learn to let some one finish a sentence....I was about to say, you can't discuss it on an empty stomach, you will be fed, and then we'll put you some place you too can talk and plot and plan.”

Wendy smiled at her husbands apparent generosity. That is until he jerked them up by their strings, and  then noticing it was unbalanced, pulling them around this way. “its putting all the weight on your hips...” he led them into the kitchen. “Here ice up your titties” handing each of them two ice cubes.

They both stood there looking at him for a moment until he pantomimed holding up a cube to each nipple “Get it good and hard..” as he cut off some more of the fishing line type string he was using.

“This is going to take some experimentation.” He could already hear Wendy's stomach growling. “God women, you'd think you don't get enough to eat” he laughed at his own joke, and then checking to see if the nipples were hard enough he tied string tightly around the nubs of their nipples. Connecting those two strings to the one from their cunt and saying “Okay...those are proper bitch reins” as he gave them a test jerk and saw that now the entire body seemed to move forward instead of starting at just the hips.

As a finishing touch he applied clothes pins to each nipple saying as they both whined “Oh hush, its not so bad...you won't have to keep them on all day. We've got shopping to do, you can't very well wear these at walmart” again laughing at his own sense of humor.

They let the girls fix a breakfast of pancakes and bacon, apparently Chris had gone down to the store last night, because this food wasn't in there yesterday. Jamie didn't remember him leaving the room, he laughed himself to sleep watching her writhe and wriggle in her bonds.

They didn't get aprons like they had given the men, but the bacon grease didn't spatter up too much, every now and then a stray little drop of grease would pop up and hit one of them on the titty, but compared to what they'd already been through with multiple beatings yesterday, they were troopers about standing in front of the electric griddle and cooking.

Once they had served the men blueberry pancakes, orange juice and bacon, Wendy asked “Would you like us to go get the handcuffs and stand at attention, Sirs?”

“Nah, what were going to have them do, Dad?” Chris said already his mouthful of food. As unhealthy as the pancakes were, the delicious smell of the fresh food made Wendy's mouth water.

“Oh yeah” Bill said “Tie your strings together, then go get Chris's jambox, he's got some MP3s of some dance music, you'll dance for your breakfast, the better the dance, the better the food.”

“Life is so good! Son” Bill was ton top of the world for the second morning since this started.

“Bros before Ho's Dad!!” the two Taylor men, father and son actually fist-bumped at the table as they watched Wendy and Jamie Taylor tie themselves together by tightening the ropes together. “Brothers before whores, all day long, son.” Bill was so satisfied right now. Wendy couldn't help but feel good for him, even if it was at the expense of her own pride.

“Oh much closer, much closer...there was almost a yard between at first, by the time they were done tying themselves together for the men's satisfaction they were basically slow dancing cheek to cheek. Tit to tit, face to face. There was at most two inches between them, tied nipple to nipple, twat to twat.
They looked ridiculous trying to figure out how to walk, one of them backing into something and almost tripping, falling on their naked asses. The men just giggled and said “That is it Wendy, give it that college try!” laughing and using an expression she had used in the past to mock her.

It took them a little while to get up the stairs and get the iPod jambox, lug it back down the stairs. The bells around their collars jingling, their bodies pressed together. It was almost starting to feel like it wasn't' frosty cold in the living room, since Bill had set it at 69 degrees the day before. They were working up a light sheen of sweat on their bodies.


“Would you like us to dance like this, Sir?” they said as they set the boom box down lightly

“Sure, why not!” Bill hit the MP3 player

I was like, good gracious ass is bodacious

Uh, flirtatcious, tryin to show patience

Lookin for the right time to shoot my steam (you know)

Waitin for the right time to flash them keys

Then um I'm leavin, please believin

Tied as they were, with every little move and gyration pulling them forward or backwards and jerking one or more of there more sensitive body parts they really didn't have a lot of fluidity of motion. Couple that with the fact they both dance like a couple of white-girls, and it was really starting to show that despite all the step classes, and aerobics, neither of them could dance sexy, much less with a lot of rythym.

“You look like a couple of white girls!!” Chris laughed over the music.

Oh, Me and the rest of my heathens

Check it, got it locked at the top of the four seasons

Penthouse, roof top, birds are feedin

No deceivin, nothin up my sleeve and, no teasin

I need you to get up up on the dance floor

Give that man what he askin for (oh)

Cuz I feel like bustin loose and I feel like touchin you (ah, ah)

And cant nobody stop the juice so baby tell me whats the use

(I said)

Its gettin hot in here (so hot)

So take off all your clothes

“Hey they already got their clothes off...good song, Chris...let's have your mom and your sister dance for us everyday. Maybe we can put it on youtube and call it “America's funniest home sluts”.

“Yeah and make a million bucks!”

Jamie wanted to say “Youtube's free, you idiot!” that is probably what she would have said had this been any other day and the two of them were scheming some hopeless 'get rich quick' idea. Well she would have said it nicer, but that's what she meant. While her and her mom danced body to body in the kitchen she whispered “We're doing this aren't we?” asking if it was pretty clear they were going through with all the rules, her mom didn't answer.

When the dance was over, the guys had their laugh, they weren't shock neither Jamie or Wendy weren't winded “Like Clydesdales” Bill commented. “The two of them, so much endurance, so strong, and now they are coated in a fine sheen of their own sweat..” the girls didn't know whether to be insulted, grossed out or if that was a complement.

“Well breakfast consists of two hot dogs...” Bill stood next to them holding one. “Did you want mustard on it?”

“If you like, Sir?” Wendy said trying to seem kind and considerate.

“That's the spirit Wendy!” sticking one end in his wife's mouth, and the other end in his daughter's mouth, since they were so close. Then squirting mustard on the hot dog, so that some of it dripped down their chest on to their tits.

Taking his hand off it and saying “Work together, so you don't bite too much and drop it..if it hits the floor, its going in the garbage”

The first dog, almost fell out of their mouths, as they worked together, using their eyes to signal to the other one she was about to take a bit and moving the hot dog closer and closer until lips touched. Mustard on their lips, in a mock kiss as the men patronized them “Very good...” like trained monkeys doing a trick.

“Let's do it again!” setting the second hot dog in place, but this time saying “oops, silly billy, I used hot mustard this time”. It wasn't mustard at all, it was Texas Pete's hot sauce. It's not scalding tobasco hot, but its spicy.

The girls nostrils flared, but to their credit they worked at the dog, until lips touched. In near tears “May we have some water, Master?” Wendy asked.

“Why, you wanna get wet?” Bill asked joyously.

Wendy wasn't having it. The hot sauce had brought tears to her eyes. “Please...Sir!!”

“Oh you big baby...” inserting the plastic fleet enema bottles in their mouths like baby bottles. “Here hold each others” he let them both hold the other girls bottle with a hand, as they kept their heads up so they didn't clink plastic bottles. “Drink it all the way up”

When they had finished down the contents of the plastic bottle, Wendy wondering how often you could reuse a plastic bottle like this for drinking, but not saying anything about it, Bill began to untie them from one another.

“Okay, your tummies should be full now, tell me why you are grateful for what and how I let you eat.”

As they were separated from the closeness of each other, Wendy went first “I am thankful you permitted us to hot dogs, in a way that would amuse you, if my embarrassments and humiliations serve to add to your pleasure, them it is a small price to ask of a cunt like me, to have to gobble a hot dog, with my slut daughter, until her and I eventually have to touch lips.”

Jamie was already trying to think of a different theme to be thankful, and to give an affirmation that was even more gracious than her mom “Thank you sir, for making us eat like pink little piggies, titty to titty, You find ways to teach us to be humble and appreciate what you do allow us to eat, and regret being such mean, vicious cunts to you both.” she wasn't sure how much of it she believed to be true, and how much she put on to impress the others, but it got the appropriate reaction.

The men spent a little more time that morning going over a few of the other details from the handwritten contract, about inspections, and doing things according to ritual, careful to explain not only WHAT was expected but WHY it was expected and what was to be learned. This was not so much for their own benefit, as it was to impress upon the girls that they really did have a plan.

Wendy and Jamie found themselves in Jamie's upstairs room on all fours on the tile after Bill was satisfied he had explained everything as best he could. Her room looked a bit ransacked, dresser drawers had been gone through, the bed had been pushed up against the wall. Her dad explained that if she decided she did not want to go through with it, she could put it all back, and even go through the garbage bags down stairs with their clothes and take back what she wanted.

They were positioned facing away from each other, butt to butt, cheeks touching very slightly with about a foot of twine tied between their clit hoods so that they had to stay close to one another. They could not see each other's faces, as they both held the position on all fours on the tile, almost like granny push-ups where you plant your knees and lift yourself up with your arms.

Bill gave his final instructions before leaving them together to make the most critical decision they would ever have had to make. Something two days ago would have seemed surreal, even ridiculous.

“Pain and despair”. He paused to let the words sink in, and added again “Pain and despair, that is what you'll have for two weeks. This morning we gave you a taste of the bitter pill you'll be swallowing everyday for the next two weeks, if you accept our offer. I want you to take a full hour and make up your mind. Once you make it up, there will be consequences for changing your mind. There will be no more threatening to quit and just walk away. A choice like that will be very serious, and punishable when you get that surly.” He paused to let his words sink in.

“This morning, I could have given you clothes, and let you sit there drinking coffee and talk about this like adults, you both really are, Jamie I mean you too. You carried yourself like a woman of the house, and lived up to the RESPONSIBILITIES that came with the AUTHORITIES” he emphasized the words he just used for dramatic effect.

“But I want you to sit here like two little bitches, thinking about the world of shit that is going to come down on your heads if you say Yes, to what is on the table. Because you were bitches, and I still think you are manipulative, selfish, controlling. I think you deserve what I have in mind, if I didn't think that I would not offer it.”

“What I think doesn't matter, it never really did. If it had, you would have let me be myself, and accepted me for who I was, and not made me move out, and when I came back welcomed me, instead of preying on my desire to please you and get your acceptance, to the point you treated me pretty much like dogshit. Human dogshit.” He paused again.

“What matters, is that you both agree. I am not going to let one of you agree, and the other not. I decided it needs to be unanimous. If one of you doesn't want to proceed, then we simply stop. It would be too awkward, and it wouldn't repair us as a family if one of us doesn't participate. It would just reinforce the outsider status that Chris and I have felt, between the bond of mother and daughter, when you two gang up on us.”

“Your choice is simple. You have to decide either Yes, you will face the music. You will check your pride at the door, you will offer your ass to us, and you will grin and bear what we have in mind, and accept there is a plan that this is for your own good. Don't kid yourselves, we'll take great pleasure in it, too. Its not just learning and self-discovery. Just like you had a laugh at our expense, we plan to have several at yours. If you say yes, you'll get one star automatically for today, and we'll start putting you through the ringer, after your confirmation videos and pictures. You'll have to rewrite my rules in a legible format, and put up the notes around the house. You'll eat crow at work and school, although it wont be as bad as here. On the plus side, when it's done, unless you want things to stay this way, it's done. We'll forgive, but we won't forget the lessons, none of us will. The adversity as a family that we've faced is a storm, and by the end of this, you'll have dug yourselves back out and join us again, getting the protection and love of me and Chris, and there isn't anything we won't do for either of you.”

“Now If you say No, and I can't blame you. There is so many reasons for you to be scared. Just in the position you are in, with your bare butts touching. I can still see my whip marks on your body, and Chris's writing on your backs. It's going to be like this all the time, with little to no break. It's called Domestic Discipline, Keeping the womenfolk in line, BDSM, Tough Love, lots of things, and even the bravest people have a right to be scared of the unknown. You know the contract is the best I could do.

It's not fancy like the one you wrote for us when you first turned the table on us. But you know enough I think, that there will be no boo-hooing, once this begins that you didn't understand. If there is, we'd just say “Oooh so sad, tough titty for you” and keep on tormenting and teasing you. No one wants pain and despair in their lives, no one wants cruelty and torment, but that is all I am offering you. Get through this and you'll have my respect and forgiveness, Chris's too.”

He was silent for a long time, before the two men left the room. As Chris walked out, he could be heard joking to his dad “With their asses up in the air like that next to each other, it looks like they could poop back and forth!”

They could hear faintly as they walked further down the hall Bill say “poop back and forth? Boy, sometimes I think you aren't right, what the fuck is that?” and Chris gleefully describing something they could not quite make out.

When they were finally gone, the two women, both started to talk at the same time, stopped and told the other one to start. Which in turn caused them to both speak again, before Wendy finally said for Jamie to go ahead.

“Well...I really WOULD like to stop here. This is insane. They've treated us like animals, I am going to be humiliated at school, I've seen things I can never unsee. It's just crazy”.

Wendy was quiet. “If that is how you feel, then I support the decision.” They would have to wait there for a full hour for their Father to come back to tell him the good news. “Unless you want to try to untie the clips, get separated and go down and tell him?” Wendy said in a very sombre and serious tone.

“I said I WOULD like to stop here, not that I had made up my mind.” Jamie clarified, obviously choosing her words carefully. “If we agree to this, its one of the few decisions we'll be permitted to make for at least two weeks. Even if we get their forgiveness, there is no guarantee they won't see us as snot pigs with cum rags in our mouth.”

“JAMIE!!” Wendy chided

“According to Dad's rules, we have to say exactly what we are, those are terms we'd have to apply to ourselves.”Jamie explained. “I want to know what you think I should do, Mom.”

Wendy was quiet in thought and said “Well..I can't tell you what you should do here”

“Oh bullshit, you've told me all my life what to do” Jamie said not quite accusingly, or mean spirited, but in a strong enough way it was clear she wasn't buying what Wendy said.

“Well actually, that is my own fault” Wendy admitted “I kind of told you what I would do in that situation and passed on some of my faults to you, in the process, with the best of intentions mind you.” Wendy agreed with her daughter “I've said and done some things since yesterday, that I never imagined I'd do or say, had no reason too...frankly though, had the Griffin brothers not tried to blackmail us, but simply showed us what we were really doing to Bill and Chris, I'd feel the same way”

Jamie added “Oh yeah! I hadn't even thought about all that stuff, with the ownership of our mortgage and possible criminal charges for me over the car.” she said honestly “I did what I did, out of a sense of obligation to Dad and you and my older brother, it really.”

“I am really impressed with Bill and Chris” Wendy said after another impossible moment of silence. “The Bill of Rights we wrote for them, was my own very tight and analytic mind, organized. Bill's was all over the place. Stream of consciousnesses and random at times. Some of it made me laugh, some made me blush, but what I found odd, was some of it made me think.”

“Not only that, but they both have stepped up to take a leadership role, maybe we had it all wrong at the start of this. We started out trying to mother them. Nag them, into being good boys. Then we tried to change them, and we used their own sexuality against them, I guess the way girlfriends do. Now, we are being asked to submit to them, let them lead us, and to trust them to possibly fail and I am not sure your are close enough, but my asshole has been puckered since we got in, about what we need to do.”

“You think we should agree, don't you Mom?” Jamie said with a certainty.

“You do too” Wendy said.