Family Feud II

The Family Feud II

Chapter Twenty-Six
“The Recap”

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 4
JAMIE: 8

Things had been happening at such a rapid pace for the Taylor family that it was beyond surreal for all of them that the girls of the house would be squatting, naked, butt to butt, cheek to cheek as it were, with their hands cuffed behind their backs interlaced so the two of them couldn‘t pull apart. Legs apart squatting on the balls of their feet.

That would be far out enough. Add to it all that had happened in the past night, the motels, the piercing, the events at school and work. The narrow way in which scandal, suspension, job termination had been avoided.

Mrs Waxerman, hailing from Mountain Country, but from the time she learned to put on mascara had tried to appear as a refined and educated woman sipping tea in the living room while the family discussed enemas and masturbation.

Some one should have been screaming “Jane, Stop this crazy thing! I want to get off” like the old Jetson’s cartoon where the father gets caught in the space treadmill.

Red lights should have been flashing, warning bells should be blaring in someone’s head.

Could it be that lack of sleep, lack of food, and the constant repetition of affirmations and discipline had been wearing down the girls good judgment? That they were now giddy enough to not only suffer these humiliations but actually seem to be one-upping each other on who could say something to shock or set off Mrs Waxerman?

Only the day before, her visit had scared both of them. What would she tell the neighbors? What would she think of them? Today, her visit was just the tension release the family seemed to need.

Bill and Chris for their part had evolved quite a bit in a weekend. Confidence, planning, decision making, things they had no need to do in years because it was being done for them. Their testosterone was starting to pump not only from the primal male desire to be in charge. It also helped that they had been fully turned on by the sight of the Taylor women’s humiliations.

They did feel some sympathy, and some guilt about what they were doing to the girls. That took a back seat to the fact that having endured humiliations, hard work and chores under the women themselves, they were truly drunk on the power.

Wendy’s deal with Bill, that if she agreed to extra-credit humiliations above and beyond, and stopped trying to backslide had paid off in a big way. Bill hadn’t actually expect Wendy to accept everything he asked, but so far he hadn’t come up with a task too difficult, too disgusting, to twisted that she didn’t actually surprise him and go through with it.

He found himself actually admiring her for that. He didn’t see her as gullible, as much as brave. He wondered if he would have done the same in her place. That wasn’t a thought that came up to the surface too often, but it was there.

Neither was the thought about this Cathy Griffin girl. What was her game? Could it be that she really had dirt on everyone? “You can’t bullshit a bullshitter” Bill thought to himself. He knew something wasn’t quite right about that.

“How had she waltzed into the office, presented a few dirty pictures to a Principal who seemed conservative on the outside, and he was just willing to drop the entire thing? Could it just be lucky timing that Jamie was a cheerleader, just like the Principal’s daughter and those were who Cathy picked on the most? “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth” he thought to himself, dismissing further thought about it. Instead, he the thought of his wife’s wide open mouth waiting for a droplet of his cum.

“Splendiferous!”

“What?” Bill hadn’t been paying attention while lost in his own mental audit of what had happened so far. He didn’t know what splendiferous was, but the way Mrs Waxerman said it, it sounded like she was pleased.

They were already in the upstairs bathroom. Jamie and Wendy’s rigid naked bodies on all fours. “Nose, toes, and elbows touching the floor, ladies” Waxerman had taken over the enema process. She was instructing them to keep their nose pressed to the tile, which caused their backs to angle 90 degrees with their asses presented above the rest of their body.

Their elbows were supporting the weight of their upper torso, which must have been hell. “For them, anyway” Bill thought to himself with a smirk. He would have left them get away with using their palms. This way provided the added touch of making them have to balance their weight or else wobble over.

Their knees were touching the tile, but only ever so slightly.

Lastly toes. Just the toes were touching the bathroom tile. The girl’s heels were perpendicular, so that “They point straight up to God in the heavens” as Mrs Waxerman said. Bill wasn’t exactly comfortable with all the biblical talk, but for the last hour they had been shining her on. It seemed all four of them as a group had collectively come to the conclusion it would be hilarious to see just how far they could take things around her.

“Isn’t this a much better method for the application of an enema?” She asked.

“Compared to?” Bill asked, just now drinking in the sight of his daughter and wife’s ass swaying beneath him.

“The lewd manner in which your Son showed me, he had been talked into administering enemas by these two hussies!” She demanded as if Bill already knew this.

“I am sorry Ma’am, it is my fault.” Wendy added “I much preferred being able to pull my ass cheeks apart, so that I may slip a finger into my pussy and masturbate when no one was looking to catch me!”

“I am sure you do, you demoness!” Victoria voice was serpentine and cold in response. “How do you like having to  wobble on those elbows? You won’t be able to reach that your soured, honey pot to finger yourself to ecstasy that way, I can assure you!”

“I don’t like it very much at all, Ma’am” Jamie answered for them both. Bill couldn’t be sure if the crack in her voice was true discomfort or she was stroking Victoria’s ego for her ingenuity in having them balance on elbows. He didn’t much care which, it was funny and he and Chris were glancing at each other sharing in their amusement.

“No, I don’t suppose you would like it, Jamie Taylor. You are your mother’s child, and an honest, healthy enema probably seems like an honest days labor to a beggar, something to be avoided!” She seethed at the two sluts beneath her.

“Well, have you a clyster syringe or an enema nozzle, I’d rather not stand here all day while they display their vulgar holes?”

Chris offered her the two plastic fleet enema bottles they had picked up from Baby’s R’ Us. “These are nothing more than clear, plastic ketchup bottles? Surely, you cannot be serious?” she held the plastic bottles like they may come alive and bite her at any moment.

“We are absolutely serious, and don’t call me Shirley!” Chris responded jokingly.

“Humor is the shield of the ignorant, You can hide behind it only for so long, but it will not avail you nothing when you must defend yourself from your own foolishness.” Victoria responded to Chris as if he had disappointed her.

“I suppose you just use tap water?” before Chris could affirm her suspicions, she took the bottles and made for the kitchen, I suppose I’ll have to do everything myself.” She complained, but it was fairly obvious she was quite energized by the thought.

Once they were alone in the bathroom “Okay Sirs, save us from this crazy witch and her evil dog, too!” Wendy joked.

“Oh no, you brought this on yourself!” Bill laughed in response. “You were winding her up, telling her that you masturbate all the time, and need our corrections.”

“Who’s to say I don’t!” She winked at Bill, wiggled her butt and gave a sly smile. She wished she had time to clarify that she was kidding about that, but she could hear Mrs Waxerman complaining about a poorly stocked “larder” as she huffed and puffed up their stairs.

Wendy had grave misgivings about everything that had happened, but she had stopped thinking about what the consequences would be, and was embracing the absurdity of it all. This is what Bill wanted. He’d told her if she dove into the role, he’d spare Jamie as much as possible, and her maternal instinct had kicked in. Plus, she had to admit, she genuinely was curious what Mrs Waxerman had in store for them.

“I’ve an antique  clyster syringe that has been in the family for years” She announced while holding up to filled plastic bottles. “I’d consider loaning it to you, but I’d be concerned about it’s misuse”. She described it as a brass and wood syringe about the size of one of Chris’s Super soakers. The nozzle was placed in one end, and the water pumped in by pressing down on the handle on the top.

“With such a device, you’d administer the enema quickly. As it stands, you’ll have to hold the plastic bottles in place for at least five minutes” She handed to each of the males a plastic bottle, which they turned upside down and with a quick “Thwupp” put into the waiting butt holes of the females on the floor.

“Ordinarily, I’d suggest some sort of warming up before shoving it in like that, but I can see both of the girls are so lose in their anuses that they’ve not but minor discomfort from the rough application of the nozzles” She noted, as if someone should be taking notes.

“You’ve got to hold it steady, their discomfort will grow and they may start to kick.”

“Oh no, Ma’am, we are good girls. We’ll stay in place, My husband and son have been applying enemas to the women folk in this household for years” Wendy lied.

“You are hardly good girls, the very idea that you would say that you are, either demonstrates you take me for a fool, or are one yourself!” She let the insult sink in before explaining further. “I’ve no idea how long you’ve been re-using these bottles, but they are I believe intended to be disposable. The solution I provided is mostly water.”

Wendy’s thigh muscle flinched. “Bill, you had better switch with your son. I believe your stronger arms are needed, to hold her by the ankles, as well as keep the bottle upraised.” Chris and Bill switched positions, Chris taking his sister’s sweet cheeks and Bill behind his wife.

“As I was saying, mostly water. I would expect even cavorting around the neighborhood pretending to be some sort of business woman, while at home, being little more than a crazed nymphomaniac in dire need of control, I would still expect at a bare minimum a better stocked pantry.”

Jamie’s calf muscle spasmed, next.

“Steady, steady, Chris. You’ll not want to get the backsplash if the bottle comes out. I also infused the water with a small amount of Tabasco, olive oil, and some of this gogurt of yours. This would aid in the loosening of stool, strengthen the intestine, although probably be a little unpleasant” She said the last bit with out the least bit of pretense that it shouldn’t be.

It wasn’t long before Bill and Chris were holding the kicking legs of Jamie and Wendy frenzied by the tremendous desire to expel what was being slowly introduced into their asses.

“Oh Fuck, Bill! Oh my God! NO!! GET IT OUT!!” the girls were off their elbows, flailing their entire composure completely lost in two minutes.

Bill glanced up at Victoria Waxerman as if to silently ask “Should THIS be happening?”. Her calm face told him that is exactly what she expected.

Jamie nearly bit Chris’s finger as he worked one of the rubber ball gags into her mouth. Bill followed suit.

“I would ordinarily suggest the breathing passages be free, so that as much oxygen can be taken into the lungs as possible, although as your wife is prone to strong vulgarity under stress, Chris I thank you for considering my modesty, in silencing your sister. Thank you Mr Taylor for doing likewise.”

Chris didn’t have time to respond. He was using his weight to hold down his sister’s legs, one hand to keep the bottle which still had a little liquid in it in their asses, and reaching around for the cuffs trying to attach them to wildly flailing wrists, as his sister gyrated like a bucking bronco.

Bill yelped “I don’t want to be behind them when they blow!” as he too fought to keep control of his wife’s lower half.

“I understand your compassion, Mr. Taylor. You’ve never administered a proper enema, and I know you must be feeling sympathy for them, but please just a little bit longer, or else the entire effort needs repeating.”

The next three minutes were rough, the girls had begun to sweat. Their muffled cries in their gags, sounded like real distress. Whether it was the futility of trying to wrestle from beneath the guys, or that after the initial shock they were able to deal with the exotic enema more easily, but slowly they began to calm down.

“That is it, breath through your nose.” Mrs Waxerman spoke calmly to the girls, but as if she were speaking to small children. Wendy had already learned very fast from being marched in place with a gag, that she had to rely on breathing through her nose. Years of pilates and aerobics classes, had given her a strong lung capacity. She would have just been pulling in to an advanced step class tonight, had her life not taken this serious left turn.

“Let the daughter, empty her bowels first.” Mrs Waxerman instructed and Chris brought her over the toilet, before removing the now empty plastic bottle from his sisters ass. A torrent of liquid poured out, and Jamie howled through the gag.

“It burns a little going out, as well as going in” Mrs Waxerman noted of the hot sauce added to the mixture. “You’ll note when she is finished, that she probably loosened years of gummy bears, cheese, and whatever unwholesome foods she has been fed by her mother’s poor culinary choices.”

Jamie fell to the ground after she had a second release, crying, her hands between her legs cradling her sour ass.

It was Wendy’s turn, she was lifted up by each arm on to the bowl. The sting of the caustic liquid squeezing out of her tight ass, caused her to yelp, she closed her eyes at the intensity of the pain.

“This is good for them, I normally just have them release in the shower. They can’t remember to leave the seat up for the men of the house, so they don’t have toilet privileges” Bill was laying on another embellishment of how things were for his guest, while watching his wife visibly shake, her fists clenched in agony as she fully released all the liquid from her ass in the toilet.

“You’ll find if you use my recipe, that they have far less hard stool, and it is mostly liquid by the time it is fully cooked in their ovens.” She smiled.

“I like that, Their asses are ovens.” Chris grinned at Waxerman.

“I know your father won’t wash your mouth out with soap for speaking so crudely. I am sure it is because it is not your fault, you’ve been exposed to a foul mouth like your mothers for so long. I just ask that you show some decorum around me.” she told Chris politely.

Chris wanted to point out the oddness of asking for decorum while two women clutched their bellies, alternating with writhing around on the floor nude. However, at that moment the door bell rang downstairs sending Mr. Snips (who had been leashed down stairs) and Rosco into a barking frenzy.

“Why is it, a gun shot can go off on the TV, and the dogs say nothing at all to warn us. They hear the door bell though and they act like the world is coming to an end” Chris put his hands on his hips.

“Were you expecting company at this hour?” Mrs Waxerman ignored Chris’s observation.

“That is probably Jamie’s date, Dad could you let him in, and go over the rules with him? I’ll get Jamie ready.” he started to help Jamie to her feet, she was clutching her slightly bloated tummy in agony. Tears dripping for her ice blue eyes.

“How long has she been seeing this particular suitor?” Mrs Waxerman asked as she accompanied Bill downstairs.

Clearly, she was overstaying her welcome now with Bill. He was tired and he wanted some peace and quiet.

“Actually, I don’t believe she has met the boy, yet.”

She brightened “Oh I see, an arrangement.  A young man you selected for her?”

“Actually, Chris did.” he said without paying any attention to his guest, while reaching for the door.

It was Ysoong, the asian boy from the lunch room earlier in the day. Bill hadn’t met him, but he extended a hearty handshake and welcomed him to his home.

The kid was dressed nice, his black spiky hair gelled, and it was obvious he wanted to make a good first impression.

Mrs Waxerman had revealed earlier she thought very little of black people. Bill could only assume by how she excused herself so hastily, that she also disapproved of Asians dating white girls as well.

Bill sat the boy down on his couch, and went over the “Seven Rules For Dating My Teenage Daughter”.  He had to refresh his memory by reading his notebook, even though he had just told Gerald only the day before. Just as before, the kid's reaction ranged from disbelief to “jackpot!”.

Bill was making small talk with the kid after that. He could tell he was polite, and closer to her own age than Gerald had been. He also could tell he had absolutely no chance with his daughter, had it not been for Chris’s new leverage over her.

Wendy, who was at the time completely oblivious to the fact they had company came padding down stairs on all fours. She was gagged, dragging one handcuff attached to her wrist. Her hair was matted and completely out of place from her struggles, her mascara running.

She was coming to Bill to beg to have the gag removed.
So a sudden scare ran down her spine as she saw two sets of legs on the couch, and one of them she didn’t recognize.

Wendy didn’t even continue look up. Instead, she just kept waddling into the kitchen. This actually seemed fairly comical to Bill who looked down and saw his naked wife’s butt cheeks parading past the two of them on the couch. The man and the boy following her with their heads silently, as she padded into the kitchen without saying a word, as if naked women on all fours crawling through your living room were completely normal.

“So, you a Cherrylawn Panthers Fan?” Bill smiled innocently.