Family Feud II

The Family Feud II

Chapter Nineteen

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 6
JAMIE: 2

Bill was beaming with pride, and joy. This was in stark contrast to his normal surly and demeaning manner from just a few minutes earlier so it made Wendy a little uneasy by his sudden change when they were finally alone in the truck cab for the final stop of “Date night”

“I Love you, too” she replied almost instinctively. When someone you love tells you that they love you. Bill sneered “You love what I am making you do?”

“No sir, but I understand it. It is payback for our nasty tricks on you, it is just harder than I thought it would be.”

He smiled and she added “You are probably going to hate to hear this” she paused and said “But may I please go to the bathroom, Sir?”

“What?” he shouted back into his old demeanor, slapping her hard across the face “It's shit or piss, you aren't to use polite euphemism for what you really mean, anymore.”

She had forgotten, or perhaps it was because he was being nice to her. She wanted to hold her cheek in her hand, but she was sitting on both of them at the moment, so she just sucked it up and took the throbbing pain.

“Sorry sir, I meant I really need to shit and piss, please?”

“You were just in the bathroom!” He lauded her.

She didn't want to point out that he had demanded she get out right away. That would sound too much like the kind of excuses Bill gives. When it's everyone else but him at fault and she knew that would start a fight. Instead, she just admitted “I know sir, and it was foolish of me not to beg then to be permitted to shit. I am asking now and accepting, I was irresponsible.”

Bill didn't know how to respond to that, so he said “Okay, where we are going, you'll get a chance.” Then there was silence for a few minutes. She thought he would probably stuff her panties back into her mouth for the rest of the ride.

Instead, he said “Listen, I want to talk to you about something, that I know you have wanted to ask me about.”

This had her complete attention, she remained silent and nodded.

“You are probably wondering with all the comments about Jamie being a cum dump, and inspections and stuff, if Jamie is going to have to suck dicks, and fuck.” he added bluntly.

She nodded her head silently. This IS what she had been wondering.

“She agreed to the same rules as you.” he let that fact sink in.

“It is important for me, that she feel like she could be fucked. I felt that way when you two had us dancing and prancing around the house like little babies. I didn't know which way I was going, up or down.”

It seemed like so long ago, so much had happened since they had been in charge of the guys, even though it was technically only a weekend.

“But as her father, obviously, I don't really want to fuck my daughter.” That was a relief for Wendy to hear, she just kept silent while he thought out loud.

“Now Chris, I can't say for sure what he really wants, but I know we both want to keep her the way she kept us, and have some fun at her expense. Until this all came about, I would have gladly put her in a chastity belt and kept her from dating, it makes me uncomfortable to think about her being with boys”.

“I already know what you are wondering. Why then, am I okay with her out on a date night of her own right now? Well for one, the boy is a dweeb who couldn't dig his ass out of a wet paper sack.”

Conner hadn't seemed like much, but in the bathroom in the dark just a few minutes ago, he seemed to know his way around a woman's body, whether by luck or practice it wasn't for Wendy to say. She kept that observation to herself and just let Bill talk this through.

“I am not going to kid you, it’s going to be hard for her, she is a stuck up priss, who thinks her shit don’t stink. We are going to make sure you both realize that it does, you understand, you ass smells just like everyone else‘s right?”

“Yes Sir, My ass smells”. She admitted nervously, thinking about the fact she really had to release her bowels at the moment didn’t help her ability to hold it in.

He went through a check list of  pros and cons in his mind, verbalizing each one.

√ Both Wendy and Jamie had participated in the enslavement and humiliation of the men, but Wendy had been the leader.

√ Wendy was the one who authored the “Taylor Women’s Declaration of Independence” which started all of this.

√ Wendy was older, and a little more worldly, a little less fragile than Jamie.

Bill then summarized his “deal” he was offering his wife:

THE DEAL:

Bill said he would deny it, if she told Jamie. He didn’t want this even mention to Chris, Chris couldn’t be trusted to keep a secret. He would influence Chris as best he could.

Wendy would have an unspoken agreement with her Husband, that if Wendy tried EXTRA hard. Volunteering for humiliations, Being Extra accommodating and amusing, Going above and beyond even what could be expected of someone who wants gold stars to get through this as quickly as possible.

Then Bill would do everything he could to limit the amount of sexuality Jamie is exposed too. It was very specific, it will still be painful. It will still involve sweat and hard work, humiliation and some of it would be touchy feely.

Bill then gave explicit examples, that he would do his best to make sure that she would not be ORDERED to suck a “dumpster dick”. If it came up as part of a gold star challenge and Jamie agreed to it, he wasn’t going to tell her no. “She’s made her bed, she’ll lie in it.”

Bill started to go into his own conflicts that she is an attractive cheerleader, who uses her body to manipulate and control. Clearly, he was really speaking about his own frustrations with the teenage girls he had photographed months ago for his failed “porn venture”. His perception of them as snotty teases who were making money simply for baring their bodies, who didn’t realize their little creases and holes weren’t any more special than anybody else.

He also started to get into the fact that Jamie was going to be to going to college soon enough, where she couldn’t be shielded from the real world, and the real world had sexuality in it. That this submission was for their amusement and it amused them to have power in this way.

Wendy got it, she stopped him at a certain point and just said “I agree, Sir.”

Bill smiled “Good, you understand that means when we are alone like this, no cauliflower sour face when I tell you to suck a dick, you suck a dick with glee!”

Wendy wanted very much to make a disgusted face, but she fought the urge and said “Yes Sir, I’ll be a good little cock sucker if you want me too”. There was some nagging doubt in her mind if this was the right choice.  The doubt was conflicted and erased by the maternal guilt that if she could agree to this, she could make it easier for her daughter and protect her and that was what Bill was counting on.

“I took video of you sucking that kid in the dumpster, and when you walked into and out of the bathroom with that kid at the tattoo parlor on your cell phone. Your cell phone is way more advanced than mine, it holds a lot of video, four gigs. From now on, if I tell you to “Say Cheese”, I want you to make it obvious you know you are being recorded and don’t care. Amuse me.”

Wendy asked how, her leg starting to shake from her desire to take a crap and also her nerves at agreeing to “Bill’s New Deal”.

“That is up to you, you can turn and smile at the camera and lick your lips in anticipation. Then if you want to return to looking sore and reluctant, like you did in the first two videos, that is fine.”

“And you’ll erase these videos, like you will the affirmation videos?” Wendy was talking about the videos Bill insisted she make with Jamie that could be used to blackmail them if they backed out.

“I am not going to kid you, those videos are going to be part of my collection. I don’t plan on showing other people out of our circle unless you guys cross me. Don’t you want to be able to look back on this time on our life when you are 90 and smile about how brave you were, to face fears, to do something wild?” he asked.

“Not really sir, I want to forget all this, and go back to normal when it’s over.” She admitted, disappointing Bill, be he knew she was being honest.

“Chris shoved a candle up your ass, while you were on all fours like a doggy and sent you up to my bedroom to get fucked.  You sucked off two other guys, as far as I know the first time in our marriage! You really think after all this it will be normal? You made Chris and I jack off in front of each other into mason jars for you. You really think it will be normal?”

“Touche’” she admitted. “As normal as it can be, healed.” she corrected. “I do have a question, won’t I get more stars as a result of being so gung ho about everything, volunteering for extra.”

“Yes, won’t that be great for you?” Bill asked oblivious to her question. “You’ll be done sooner”.

“So what happens if I finish on day ten because I got enough stars, and Jamie has half of what I have, won’t you guys start to take out your amusements on her twice as much without me?” Wendy pointed out. She was nervous, and either her stomach was growling

Bill was frustrated, but he had to admit to himself that Wendy was always good at thinking ahead as to how things were going to go and anticipating problems so they can be solved before they happen.

“In the family unit, everyone has to play to their strengths, and their weaknesses have to be covered by the other family members and their corresponding strengths. You like to anticipate problems, I’ve got to come up with solutions.” Bill said with an awareness that seemed out of character for him. He had been slowly building up to being more and more of a leader, but this new confidence seemed to be helping bring out something in Bill that Wendy hadn’t seen since high school.

“I agree with you, that is a problem. The solution is you keep doing this until she finishes the program entirely.” he paused and let that sink in. “The question is how, You could volunteer to submit as family pet even after you have the stars, permanently.”

“ I’ve been barely able to stand the first two days Sir, the fact that there is an end in sight is all that gives me hope.” Wendy pouted, her nervous legs shaking.

“Well, we can make one of the punishments, a give-back of stars. You can purposely mess up, and I can fine you stars that you earned, until you have just enough to graduate with Jamie at the same time.”

“We are bound to mess up, Sir” Wendy remembered the many times that Bill or Chris hadn’t actually done anything wrong, but Wendy was either frustrated or just wanted to show them who was boss had been a stickler about something to find something to get mad at them about.

“Yes, aint it great? And when you do, bam. I’ll be there to put a boot in your ass AND take away stars.”

“Yes Sir, but that would mean taking away stars from Jamie too, or she’d realize there was favoritism, and if I understand this plan, it’s between you and me, and she can’t get wind that I am doing it. I actually think that is for the best. If she knows I am doing this, she’ll feel guilty about what happens to me, and not feel she got her fair punishment. That I took it for her, and we won’t be healed.”

“Okay, I see your point, Damn girl you make me think too much”. Bill rubbed his dick while pulling into the old Motel he had lived at months ago during their separation. “When you do something wrong, I’ll give you choices, to lose stars or punishment. You’ll take the loss of stars, and you’ll purposely do things wrong when you get too far ahead of your daughter. Deal?”

Wendy didn’t get to answer, instead there was a sudden crackling spliff sound. Wendy couldn’t hold it any longer. “Oh that’s gonna cost you stars right there, BITCH!” she had shit herself and pissed in the truck.

“I couldn’t hold it, I couldn’t hold it, Sir!! Please!!” she held up her hands in front of her face in immediate defense while sitting in her own stink.

“Relax, relax” Bill said calmly and Wendy brought down her guarded hands. Bill immediately lashed out with an open hand hard across Wendy’s face. “Don’t ever try to put your hands up, with me. You shitty, pissy, whore, do you understand. That is called a pimp slap!

“Now get out of the truck, and pull that skirt off, do your best not to drop any chocolate on my seat, or you will lick it up, you got that?”

Wendy stepped out of the truck, tears welling up in her eyes, the slap to the face had been severe and took her off guard. It was dark outside and the motel parking lot was fairly deserted. It was a dumpy little place. The kind of motel built in the 1960s that looked more like a prison than any sort of vacation spot.

She stepped out of her skirt, managing to get most of her shit on the back of the skirt. “You’ll be leaving that here. Good thing I know where there is a garden hose”.

Bill expected her to get naked in a motel parking lot, that was on a main street. Granted, it was dark and almost deserted, but surely this was out of the question even for this disgusting place. The people who were in the motel parking lot though said nothing. They just stood outside the doors of their motel smoking, the dimly lit cherry of their cigarettes the only evidence of their existence in the night.

“Cunt, no one cares here. You could walk naked in panties and a bra only down the sidewalk. This is Martin Luther King blvd. In every city there is an MLK blvd, it is known for three things. Where you go to buy crack, where you go to buy ribs, where you go to buy ass. Now, hurry up you’ve got to wipe down my seats before they dry”.

Bill curiously had a supply of wet naps in his truck. “Yeah, I used to jerk off in the truck, you going to judge?“ he said to her without being asked.

“No sir, it is a pity I put you in a situation as your shrewful wife, that you felt you had to pleasure yourself.”

“Less talky, more wipey” he said making a face that she couldn’t see because she was busy bent over on the passenger side, wiping every droplet of pee and poop (and fry) that she had accidentally released in his truck.

“Tonight, you are really going to pay for this, and the more you embrace it, the easier it’s going to be on Jamie, don’t you forget that!!”

Bill grabbed her by the hair when she was finished and yanked her to the side of the Manager’s office at the motel.

“Position Two!” and Wendy dutifully stood in the position standing in the cool night air of the motel taking a little solace that on the side of the manager’s office at least she was not exposed to the passing traffic of the main road. Bill grabbed a garden hose that he must have been aware was there, and begin to spray it directly on her shitty butt.

“You have some nerve to return here” came the cynical pitter-patter voice of a man with an Indian accent from somewhere in the darkness.

“Rahjid” Bill’s magnanimous  answer “I thought that was you, I brought you a present.”  pointing to his naked wife, wearing only cat collar and high heels, bent over naked in the darkness dripping wet.

“What is this crack whore? You know I don‘t allow them to take showers with my hose” Rahjid said skeptically. He sounded all at once like an annoyed shopkeeper who has rules about how long one can look at a magazine before you have to buy it.

“Oh you’ll like this one, come out under the street light, honey.” He told his wife in a mockingly sweet tone.

Wendy still wet from the garden hose, saw that the wooden telephone poles lining MLK boulevard were the only source of light. She didn’t want to disappoint Bill given their agreement on his ‘New Deal’, but at the same time she couldn’t just walk right next to the curb and stand in the light, she thought to herself.

“She is deaf?” Rahjid asked sarcastically.

Wendy began to realize that Bill was trying to impress Rahjid with her submission, so she decided it couldn’t hurt to play it up since she was going to have to do it anyway. “No sir, I can hear.” she said as she stood up and turned to him smiling. “I am just so lazy and spiteful some times, I don’t always jump too when my betters order me to do as I am told.” and with that she walked breezily to the light, and stood straight up in an almost fashion pose right on the sidewalk.

There were hardly any cars, but with her back to the street, she just tuned out the thought of what they may be thinking as they rode by.

“Hmm, yes she has nice tits.” Rahjid answered like he was talking about a horse he was about to buy.

“You want to fuck her?” Bill asked nonchalantly. Wendy fought the urge to wince that she was being talked about like she wasn’t even present, naked and wet on the side of the curb.

“This can’t be your wife, she is too pretty in the face for you.” Rahjid replied.

“Are you my wife, slut?” Bill asked.

“Yes Sir, we married after high school, nineteen years almost.” Wendy answered sweetly.

“You’d like to fuck Rahjid, because you want him to see what a tight little pussy you have, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes sir, and because you are my owner and boss, and I will ride whoever’s dick you want. That is what a good wife does.” She said trying to sound as much like a brainless bimbo as possible, and be submissive and sexy at the same time.

“She will let me do the pussy kiss?” Rahjid asked of Bill.

“Honey, will you let Rahjid eat your pussy?” Bill’s answer was a rhetorical question to which his replied that she would without hesitation.

“She will let me do the brown?” Rahjid asked again.

“Honey, turn around and spread that tight little asshole of yours for Rahjid if he can fuck you up the ass.”

His wife took inspection position two, gaining confidence that in the time she’s stood on the corner, no police had stopped to arrest her for indecent exposure. This really was a totally different world here on Martin Luther King blvd. She could see now that she was facing away from them, that there were other women walking the street this late at night, but they had all gone ot the other side of the road to walk slowly passed.”

“She recently released took a complete shit, that is why I was washing her up, so there is nothing in that hole but pink pleasure.”

Rahjid was still skeptical. “She will do with out the condom wrap?” he said in that sing-song Indian pitter-patter of his.

Bill hadn’t thought about that. “Honey, when you sucked those other two guys off,  tonight did they use condoms?”

“No sir. They did not”

“Well there you go Rahjid, Raw dog my wife, and we are even, I can pick up my stuff?”

“Your stuff? You want for one good lay? You stayed here how many days, and you want me to hand over your stuff?”

“Yes, that is the general idea” Bill folded his arms.

“Maybe she work the track for me, she makes enough, we can call it even.”

“Rahjid, you sly dog. I didn’t think you were a pimp? I thought you hated them.” Bill said smiling.

“Yes, Yes, hate the pimp, don’t hate the game. Pimps come here, ruin  my bathtubs cooking crack, beating ho’s, not pay for rooms. You want your stuff, your wife works to pay off, with interest. I fuck for free.”

They brought Wendy into the Manager’s office, which smelled of mildew and the sour curry of Indian cooking. An elderly woman who may have been Rahjid’s wife (they were both about sixty years old, but it’s hard to tell with Indian people) was cooking in the small kitchenette despite the late hour.

Wendy stood in Inspection position one, tits out, ass cheeks clenched, naked as they bartered over the charges for Bill’s room.

“Eight hundred dollar!!”

“What? It was like 50 bucks a week here”

“You got interest! Eight hundred dollar”

“At 5% interest, how much could that be?”

“Sales tax!!” Nine hundred dollar!!”

“What? You can’t go  up on the bill”

“I forgot to add that in, plus late fee!!”

In the end, Bill not having his wife’s killer instinct on negotiations, had managed to turn an eight hundred dollar bill into a thousand dollar tab and actually felt like he had managed to haggle Rahjid down some how. Keep in mind, that when Bill brought her to the motel his intention was that she fuck Rahjid, but now given her apparent willingness and getting caught up in a bidding war with Rahjid things were just escalating very rapidly.

“Okay, it’s about midnight now, so you want us to come back tomorrow night and she can work?” Bill asked having been exhausted from his negotiation.

“What? Midnight, this is when things just begin. You always lazy. You sleep too soon. This is busy time for motels. I fuck her, then she walks track, til 4am. If she makes enough tonight, you take your stuff. If not you come back until you do.”

“She shit all over her skirt though, I don’t really have anything for her to wear tonight” this news made even Rahjid’s normally flat and annoyed expression curl into a grin.

“You think these girls on street, stop to wipe their ass? They work. It’s fine.”

Bill took a seat on Rahjid’s couch as Rahjid took his wife into the small bedroom behind the counter. The lobby area was locked, so that the older woman would answer people as they walked up looking for a room.

These rooms were rented out for a ‘day’ but the occupants rarely spent more than hour in them, so they were rented out again and again, rarely if ever cleaned.

When Wendy came walking back out from the bedroom, her hair was tussled and wild, the ‘freshly fucked look’. Her makeup smeared, her face bewildered.

“Did you like Rahjid, honey?” Bill asked with a hint of sarcasm.

“Yes Sir,  thank you.” Wendy said in a stunned voice.

“Did he fuck you up the ass?”

“Several times, sir.”

“Viagra!” Rahjid grinned, holding up a bottle of pills and shaking them with an impish grin. His apparent Indian wife only silently giving a disapproving look.