Family Feud II

The Family Feud II

Chapter Seventeen

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 2
JAMIE: 2

The inspection completed Wendy wasn’t surprised that the Taylor men had chosen something suitably slutty. A simple plaid micro miniskirt, a pink half shirt that ties just above the navel, and four inch purple heels. It isn’t what she thought was sexy or even matching, but she had known from the porn that Bill liked, that this was going to be the kind of stuff she’d be permitted to wear.

It didn’t make it any easier to put on and parade around in. She wasn’t a prude, but by comparison to the normal things she wore, she certainly did seem that way. It felt good to wear clothes such as they were. Having played these twisted games with her son and husband all day, the outfit at least gave her the sense of some protection (mostly imagined) she realized.

Her husband stopped her as they got to the door. “Okay, be a good girl tonight and I won’t have to beat your ass, do you agree?”

“Yes Sir” she said, wiping the smug look off her face. She was being genuine, she really didn’t want a beating and she knew what she had agreed too meant she’d be getting them anyway. She could at least try to be a good sport and not make it worse.

“You got your panties?”

She nodded yes and held up the wadded up cummy panties that they had been wiping off the men’s cocks with the past two days after they came.

“Stick those in your mouth.”

She made a lemony face, opened her mouth and inserted the wadded up pair of dirty panties. Bill’s satisfied smile spread across his face watching his wife take her medicine. He further explained “You’ll walk behind me, and you’ll defer to my decisions unless I give you a choice!”

He waited for her to nod that she understood before continuing. “Turn around” and with that he attached the toy metal handcuffs (with his modification to the lock) to her wrists. “These come off when I say so” and with a click locked them in place behind her back.

He insisted she open the door to his truck for him, despite her having to awkwardly face away from the door in order to grasp the handle. The drive itself was uneventful, Bill was silent and she HAD to be silent with the gag in her mouth.

“This is how I like our drives to be” Bill finally offered after a few miles “Nice and quiet”.

Bill wanted to drive straight to the motel. He had some unfinished business and he hadn’t had a chance to do it the other day. However, he was getting hungry and he decided that he may as well make it a “Date Night” of sorts.

She wanted him to let her speak. Despite being a good sport about this agonizing new turn of events, she was hoping the two of them could at least come to some agreement about how far Jamie’s involvement was going to be. She was on a date with a boy, who would probably want to fuck her and it made Wendy nervous.  Nervous really being an understatement, she was thinking of a way to get Bill to consider making her less of a passive, silent observer in all of this, so that she had a way to perhaps subtly guide him to show a little compassion and not take the game too far.

She realized this was her nature, to try to influence and get her way, and she actually bit her own tongue. Was it on accident or as a subconscious reminder to herself, that her and Jamie had put themselves in this situation by letting the game get way out of hand, and that Jamie was almost an adult, and EVERY boy who dates her is going to want to fuck her. That is a fact of life, whether she was dressed like a slut or an angel.

She had long ago taught her that men are going to stare and look, let them, as long as they don’t act on it. It was just part of the natural order of things, men are perverts. Chris and Bill are no different, although she kind of wanted to ask them to lay off Jamie. This whole affair made her feel uncomfortable. Uncomfortable, like nervous, being the understatement of the year.

While Wendy went over in silence the various strategies she’d probably take when she got the gag out, She hadn’t noticed Bill had already drove to the ’bad side of town.’. Their house in its mid-America suburbs, with manicured lawns, street lamps, and charming  stories, it just takes 20 minutes to be driving past broken down old motels and industrial warehouses in the dirtier part of town. What a completely different environment, she thought to herself.

His first stop was that Wendy’s on the other side of town. Wendy at first rolled her eyes and shrugged assuming Bill being fairly unoriginal (and cheap) wanted what he ate the day before.

This time Bill didn’t cuff her to the dumpster and go inside though. He was bringing in to the restaurant. She started to grunt “no, no” through the muffled panties in her mouth, but Bill reached out to her cat collar and tugged her inside.

“Don’t undermine me!” he whispered in her ear and spanked her hard on the ass once they were inside the restaurant. To Wendy’s surprise no alarm bells went off, no one lept to her aid. She had assumed if  a man struck a woman in public that people would leap to her defense.

Then she realized on this side of town (poor side), and dressed like  a whore, that the customers left well enough alone, if anything a few of them seemed amused.

“Yes Sir”.

They stood in line ordering, and Bill spotted the kid who had caught them behind the dumpster the day before. He was in the back area of the kitchen, not working register. Bill smiled when they got up to give the order. He ordered himself a Baconater with large fries, and his wife a “99 cent cheeseburger plain, fries and a water”.

“Oooh, there is Reggie!” he smiled once he gave his order. “Say Hello to Reggie?” Bill said innocently turning to his wife while standing at the cash register.

She murmured and shook her head.

“Oh, take those out of your mouth” he held up the flat of his hand and she spit them out. The cashier, herself a black heavy-set black woman gasped “Oh no you did not!” as if she couldn’t believe it.

“Hello Reggie Sir” Wendy offered meekly.

Bill chuckled, considered having Wendy wave at him, but decided against it. “Here you can wear them til we leave”

“Oh thank you sir, but I’d rather not.” Wendy smiled politely at the soaked panties, that had just been in her mouth wet with her own saliva.

“I know you are a slut who rarely wears panties, but this is a fine restaurant. There are kids in here. Put on the panties instead of showing that fat cunt of yours” He said out loud for the benefit of the cashier and some nearby customers making it seem as if his wife was just too big a slut to wear panties.

“Of course Sir, if you insist” She tried stepping into the panties wearing the handcuffs right at the counter. This didn’t work so Bill finally said “Okay Twinkle Toes, here before you hurt yourself” and he unlocked the cuffs on one wrist.

“Thank you Sir, very kind”

“Tell the cashier, why you wear the cuffs?”

“Because you wanted them on me, sir?”

“No, the reason why is that you will get up to mischief, steal, put your hands on things you shouldn’t, and generally be naughty. So I want them on you, because I want you to be a good girl, isn’t that right?”

The Cashier just nodded her head knowingly thinking to herself “Crackers be crazy” as she gave the tray to Bill who in turned had Wendy carry it to their table. “You can stand and hold the tray, until I tell you to sit down”

“Yes Sir”

“How does it feel to have on panties, slut?”

Wendy wishing he wasn’t talking loud enough the nearby customers could hear spoke in a lower volume “It feels icky Sir, but if it amuses you, then its fair.” Wendy said patiently.

“It would amuse me to dip these French fries in that chocolate butt hole of yours, while I eat. Do it for one star?”

Wendy was shocked, this is not how she wanted her conversations to go. She desperately wanted to bring up her concerns, especially about what Jamie might be doing. Ask him if he cared if she was in any danger tonight. Instead all she could say was “How exactly would you do that, Sir?” she asked innocently.

Bill hadn’t really thought out the logistics of it, that much was clear. Bill wasn’t much of a planner, even with his new found power over his wife, it wasn’t coming to him naturally the way it did to Wendy to think a move ahead. This frustrated Bill, as he silently leafed through the ideas in his head as to how to make this a game. They all involved her pulling her skirt in such a way that her asshole would be exposed for him to dip, and there was no way, even with as open-minded as the patrons of this fast food place were, he could go that far.

Wendy almost grew an impish smile, at Bill’s frustration as he seemed to shut down while he thought about what he’d have his wife do now that he has the authority. Instead, she decided to try being helpful and at the same time, using some of what she learned on her way to the top of the corporate ladder. When she had a boss, offer a suggestion that is helpful but doesn’t put you out too much.

“Well Sir, since you want these salty fries up my ass, how about we go back out to the dumpster where you so generously fed us yesterday.” She was laying on the submissive tone a little thick, but it seemed to be making Bill both curious and happy so she continued. “Take my skirt down, and have me bend over, and put as many of the fries up my ass as you can fit, you can eat them there, or take them back in here to eat while I wait.” she was fairly satisfied that was a good counter proposal, since it was both helpful but also not quite as humiliating as doing anything inside the restaurant around the 10-12 people who were eating.

It should also be said, if it wasn’t implied that Bill and Wendy’s sex life hadn’t been particularly adventurous. Obviously, they had enough to have two kids, but over the last few years as Bill had taken up online porn, stopped working, let himself go, well as most marriages go over time with all those factors the sex hadn’t been frequent and it certainly hadn’t been imaginative. It never involved anal sex, it just never even came up. Whether Bill thought about asking and didn’t have the courage or just had no interest, Wendy wasn’t sure.

Wendy had seen the internet porn and stories though in the last few weeks. She realized that pretty much every picture, every story, whether it was ‘normal’ or ‘routine’ in people’s real lives, almost every picture had something in someone’s butt that was for sure. Okay, that is a little hyperbolic, but it’s fair to say that Wendy knew that playing with asshole was an obsession of a lot of men, especially Bill and Chris. It didn’t “Do anything” for her, but this whole affair wasn’t intended to please her. She would resign herself to accepting that asshole, was one of the three holes men seemed to want to explore on women, the other two being pussy and mouth. The night before in their bedroom, Bill had fucked her up the ass. It had been messy, disgusting, painful and it had amused Bill to no end. She wasn’t sure if it was the tightness of the hole as much as it was the humiliation and the power it symbolized that he could fully dominate her in an area she had never given him before.

“Oh damn” she thought to herself. While she had been wondering to herself, Bill had rejected her idea and came up with one of his own. She had missed what had happened next, lost in thought.  There stood Reggie the black teenager about Jamie’s age, in his Wendy’s uniform listening to Bill, arms folded and smiling by their booth.

Apparently, Bill wasn’t willing to trade for the “privilege” of sticking something up her butt

for a “star” which represented shaving considerable time off her agony. In part, because he felt he should be able too anyway.

Without really asking for her consent, Reggie took her by the hand and started to lead her out of the Wendy’s. Wendy wanted to complain, it felt weird that despite all the butterflies in her stomach about coming in her, at least she had been with Bill. Now that he was waving goodbye while she looked behind herself to him, she felt even more naked and exposed, metaphorically speaking.

In a few moments, Reggie and her were standing behind the dumpster inside the little “fort” they build around the metal garbage containers. She was expected to get naked and exposed,  and not the metaphoric kind either. He seemed to be waiting for her to do something, he had the fry box in his hands, and a grin from ear to ear.

Either he wasn’t sure what to tell her, or he expected she knew. Wendy was too embarrassed for herself to ask. She made the assumption that he was here to put those up her butt, so turning away from him bending over at the waist while pulling her skirt to the ground and stepping out of it, she assumed the second inspection position from earlier.

“What about the top?” asked Reggie.

She stood up without really wondering why he needed that and just said “Of course Sir” and pulled off the tiny top she had on exposing her full rounded breasts before attempting to resume the position.

“You can’t suck my dick facing away?” Reggie asked in a confused tone.

Wendy’s face turned cherry red as blood coursed through her to deepen her shame and embarrassment, he couldn’t see it from where he was standing, but her mantle of courage up to this point hadn’t fractured. When he said “Suck my dick”, she realized just how low she was going to have to sink.

There was no use in reasoning with him, he already knew what she was and was doing. She turned around and began to unzip his pants while not making eye contact and put his big cock into her mouth. For a young skinny guy, this was huge. Granted, other than the porn (Which was mostly of girls) the only cocks she had seen were Bill and Chris and Bill was blessed with ’average’ size.

Reggie on the other hand, had a lot of girth. It easily stretched her mouth, and poked the back of her throat as he put his hands on her shoulders and began to work her back and forth on his dick, moving her head up and down throat fucking her.

He took one hand off her shoulder and awkwardly began to jab fries into her ass. A few fell out, some went in. This is not at all how she thought it would be done. Some of the fries were being pushed all the way in. In her imagination of what would happen, the fries had only gone in a little, leaving the golden ends out like a bushy tail or sunflower.

Instead, she was getting semi-warm, salty, greasy fries pushed almost entirely into her asshole and each time he reached behind her she almost gagged. Did I say almost gagged? I meant eventually gagged, she threw up all around his dick as he drove his hard cock as far down her throat as possible. She couldn’t believe that didn’t make him stop. Instead, without looking down at it, he just grabbed her hair with one hand and still stabbing fries into her ass with the other began to rock her head harder back and forth.

The smell in the dumpster couldn’t be worse, she had thought. That was until she smelled her own sick, but in the heat of all of this, she couldn’t even begin to register her disgust. All she could do was her best to open her throat muscles and let that dick in so she didn’t throw up a second time. She did of course as the throat fuck got even more violent to the point she was choking.

When he finally reached his orgasm after what had to be an hour, the hurricane of throat fucking suddenly came to its end. He peacefully released her hair, pulled out his semi-flaccid dick, and without saying much at all picked up her skirt to wipe it off.

“Oh yeah, give me your hand”.

Wendy was exhausted, tears in her eyes, snot running down her nose, she hadn’t even tasted the hot sperm, it had been deposited into her throat past the taste buds. She gave him her hand without even thinking.

He cuffed her bent over to the dumpster. “Your daddy gonna be out here to get you.”

“He’s not my father!” she corrected instinctively. “He is my husband.”

“That’s a figure of speech, your pimp, your handler, your man.” Reggie finally spoke to her.

“Aren’t you the least bit curious why I let him do this to me?”

“Not really no, Crackers be crazy.” Reggie said satisfied with himself, using an expression he had heard many times. “Rich white people want to play tie up games, a pimp want to season a ho’, I don’t really care to know.” and with that he left her there, looking down at her own sick, naked and handcuffed to a dumpster with some Wendy’s fries sticking out of her ass.

“Wendy’s got a Wendy’s tail” her husband said from behind her. Had he been there all along? Or had she almost passed out and he walked in positioned himself there? She wasn’t sure, she was mentally and physically worn out by the experience.

“Looks like a piggy tail, little yellow curly-q coming out of that brown and purple turd-cutter of yours” Bill said with disgust while spitting.

“Yes Sir, I am glad it amused you, do I get a gold star?” she said biting back some tears.

“Are you a little cocksucker?”

“Yes Sir”

“Did you just suck a strangers dick?”

“Yes Sir?”

“Are you my little whore?”

She paused on that answer but continued “Yes Sir”

“Then yes, Cunt. You get your star for simply opening your mouth and your ass when I say do it. Who owns this ass?” he said pulling her cheeks apart and letting them flap back together causing a fry to fall to the ground.

“You own my ass, Sir”

“Can I let whoever I want see it?”

“Yes sir”

“Can I let whoever I want touch it?”

“Yes sir” she hadn’t really thought about that, but by this logic it made sense.

“If someone else plays with that ass, does it make it theirs?”

“No sir, it’s your asshole” she answered.

“Even if they dominate that asshole, and pump it full of cum, who does this ass belong too?”

“You sir”

“Why?”

She wasn’t really prepared for that question. She knew it would have to belong to him for purposes of this payback, but the question of why had been a little more high level. She thought for a few moments before adding uncomfortably “Because I have shit on you and Chris, not just for the weeks you were my pets, but before that. Played favorites with Jamie and undermined you as head of the house. It is appropriate you take the ass I shit with and use it to control me, it is one of the most sensitive parts of my body and by establishing your dominance over it, you establish your dominance over me.”

This satisfied Bill who was unzipping his pants and stepping behind his wife. Wendy hated to admit it, but she wanted the questions to continue. Her answer surprised even her, she wasn’t sure how much of it was truth and how much of it she had said because she knew he wanted to hear it. She was hoping more questions would actually help her make sense of this impossible situation.

Instead, she felt the tip of his dick slip into her pussy from behind. “It’s sloppy wet, did you get off on this?” Bill observed disapprovingly.

The muscles in her arms were straining with her weight already, she had been shackled to the dumpster with her hands above her head, bent over naked right above her own vomit. This was the least likely situation to turn her on, but her pussy WAS wet.

“It’s involuntary, my body like yours reacts to certain things” She wanted to explain but already Bill’s dirty fingers were being shoved in her mouth as he reached around her for leverage and began to plow her pussy.

“Certain things like being a disgusting dumpster-whore” he said as he began to pump his wife’s twat furiously.