Family Feud II

The Family Feud II

Chapter Twenty-Seven
“The Intelligent Fast-Forward Button”

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 20
JAMIE: 20

The girls had made it past the weekend, and truly they could never say they had a Monday worse than THAT Monday.

It was now Thursday and so much had happened. Bill was home lounging on the couch, his wife was at Work under the thumb of Steve who was sending him almost hourly reports. Jamie and Chris were at school.

This left him plenty of free time. He no longer had a lot of desire to scan for porn, or even get in heated debates on face book and message boards he routinely read in the past. He was far too contented with making life hell for his daughter and wife to bother with such things that once consumed all of his time.

He was just relaxing watching the DVD boxed set of the show “Lost”. It raised so many interesting questions, and then some times offered seemingly implausible events like a smoke monster. The show had been notorious for hooking it's millions of viewers with plot twists and making them speculate, re-watching and going back to ask why things happened. It's only mistake though was not giving the audience the pay off of answering those questions in a timely manner.

Bill just wished the people who wrote the story would just give him a detailed synopsis of everything that had happened up to this point and really try to answer some of his outstanding questions about what would happen next.

“One good plot device is to have one of the characters, spend a little time going over what just happened and let the audience follow along with their internal monologue” Bill thought to himself wishing the Lost Producers would do that for him. “Not all the time, maybe just one show you could watch that would sort of wrap things up nicely for you, so if you haven‘t watched the first season, the second season starts to make more sense.”

Bill fast-forwarded through the episode he was currently watching to get to the “good parts”. He secretly also wished he had a way to instantly speed things up so he could get to the juiciest parts of the story, without at the same time losing too much of the details. It’s almost like they could also have taken three of the last episodes and merged them into one summary episode so that some of the exposition to set up the season finale didn’t take up so much of his time. “Oh well” Bill thought to himself “Not everyone is as good or considerate a story teller”, he sighed. Watching his show while daydreaming about how fun and at the same time strange things had been over the past week.

For the last three days, Bill and Chris ran things as they had been. They made sure to get pictures or video when they could, with Bill mysteriously calling out “Say cheese” to egg his wife on. He was no longer flying by the seat of his pants making things up as he went as much as when he started. That was all at once exciting, but so is a rollercoaster with no safety precautions. That is of course, until you crash. The experience of making the mistakes they had, had taught him some important lessons and let him adjust his leadership style accordingly.

Steve was now picking Wendy up and dropping her off from work. He didn't stick around after he dropped her off, which is just how Bill liked it. Wendy was no longer complaining about Work, but that could be in part because every time she did, he made her suck something.

Bill noted with a little bit of amusement that Wendy was coming home with a sore asshole, but a much better attitude. He had kept up with the affirmations. As much as he hated to repeat himself saying “You've got to learn your shit stinks like the rest of the worlds” and “You think that pussy is god's gift to men, don't you?” had been battering down her resistances. Subtlety influencing his wife and daughter to accept these things as truth.

Getting the snot fucked out of her at work, seemed to be making Wendy anxious to get home and serve, and be pleasing. That could also be because Bill had kept his promise to be hard on Jamie, but not to stick a hard on IN Jamie. They had whipped her, tied her up, played with her body, made her jerk them off, but the Taylor men had established an unspoken line with Jamie and as far as Bill knew they hadn't crossed it.

Wendy hadn't had to go back to Rahjid's motel. Bill had some time to think about it, and he actually couldn't believe he had gotten her to agree to it in the first place. He preferred the threat that she would have to go back, to actually making her return.

He wanted his sports trophies and stuff back from Rahjid. The way he looked at it, was that he had gotten what he really wanted out of the trip down to the motel that first night. Rahjid had held him in contempt. Treated him like some washed up loser who was probably going to steal towels when he first arrived at the motel months ago. When he walked out of there commanding his beautiful wife to suck dicks, Rahjid had to give him respect.

Bill had also developed a quiet appreciation and pride with which Wendy endured the games, humiliations and punishments.

She'd go outside naked and stand planted on a shovel like a scarecrow in the backyard, knowing full well that the kids who had been out there over the weekend were probably watching, without so much as a whimper.

She'd endure pointless exercises, Stand up, lay down, stand back up, kneel, on your stomach, squat, stand up, while Chris or Bill laid on the couch giving hand gestures (finger up for standup, finger down for on your stomach, thumb up for squat, etc), so that while they are watching TV with a cook drink,  languidly moving one hand  while the girls are bouncing up and down in the hot sun getting sweaty and winded.

He knew she had professional trainers, with legitimate routines at the expensive Gym she used to attend night after night who would have come up with exercises that probably had more of a health benefit to endurance, stamina. He admired the fact that tit and ass jiggle had taken precedence in her exercise routine.

Mrs Waxerman had come by once more, to bring him the syringe for administering enemas, which he found that he didn't enjoy giving as much as Mrs Waxerman must have thought he would. It was like taming lightning, so after the second time, he had gone back to using water.

He did enjoy hearing her explanation of how the various neighbors were taking his wife's sad tale, and how supportive they were of him as a husband doing his best to deal with her and her hussy of a daughter's 'shenanigans'.  He wasn't sure exactly what she was telling the neighbors, as he hadn't pressed her for details. That only seemed to make the old lady want to tell him all the more.

In Bed, Wendy had become insatiable, willing to lap droplets of his cum from his finger or off the floor, to take any amount of sex he could give her. He had her suck his dick for two hours straight while he watched “The Voice” on TV. Bill had insisted on a new mantra that “Taylor men come first!” and by come, he absolutely also meant 'cum'.

It seemed natural that as he focused on Wendy, Chris focused on Jamie.

Jamie had gone through denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance just like Wendy was. She was obviously conflicted. Not as much as Wendy was by the moral obligation to hold the family together and be paid back for taking part in cuckolding the guys of the house. It was more the solidarity with her Mom’s situation, Bill speculated. He thought perhaps though at times, some of the excitement and even danger had been stimulating to her, having led a relatively sheltered life as a goody-two shoes. “It may just feel good, to be bad”. He grinned.

Jamie for the most part had done everything she was expected to do, but she wasn't trying as hard as Wendy to impress him. That much could be expected. Wendy was secretly trying to out-do her daughter by playing the games harder, and invite the humiliations in order to protect Jamie.

The side effect of this, was at times the two of them would get very competitive.

One example was one of Bill's pointless games with

Chris had set up one of many of his pointless games. He was really creative in coming up with ways to waste time. He'd do these to amuse himself, but also give the girls a sense of control through the use of carrots (rewards) and sticks.).  He could be amusingly clever with carrots the winner doesn't really want, but sticks the loser can't stand.

The girls were to girls pick up one piece at a time dirty underwear the men had thrown on the floor. There had been no doubt they'd have to use their mouths for something other than talking and manipulating and pick up each pair of filthy underwear with their teeth.

Then carefully slither on their stomach to the other side of the room to their own personal pile Once they dropped the underwear they were to say “Thank you Sir, for allowing me to clean up after you. It is a privilege and an honor to treat your underwear, with the appropriate care.”

Then slither back to get the next piece.

Whoever has the biggest pile at the end, gets to jerk off both guys and earned a star.

The loser had to drink only out of the toilet for two days at home.

The most interesting thing was that the girls seemed to be getting competitive with each other, since they were taking from a common pile of underwear. There had been a playful spirit about it, but they could have easily both taken their time and agreed to keep the game slow if they had been working together.

They were both going as fast as they could, and he could tell that the ambition that drives Wendy to excel at career, family, exercise and everything she does, was deeply rooted in Jamie. He enjoyed playing them against each other.

Jamie's reputation at school had plummeted as one might expect. She had attended all of her cheerleading practices after school, and Bill had been closely monitoring what was going on there ever since the incident with the banana and the principal.

It turns out that Cathy Griffin is more talk than she is action. She has dirt on all the other cheerleaders. The cheer leading coach is a bull-dyke who seems to be in collusion with Cathy. It came as no shock to the other girls that Jamie was caught up in Cathy's web, and was prancing around at practice in the gym with crotchless cheer leading spanks and enduring various humiliations.

The coach saw it as more of a humorous initiation, into a girl's club.

The Principal, true to his word never said a word again about the incident with the Banana. It turns out, there were no 'complaints' from concerned boys about the girl who allegedly flashed them in the bathroom, no one had come forward to say it ever happened, so the administration quietly buried it.

The Principal announced his “Taking another opportunity out of State” only a day later. Apparently, he had taken out a craigslist personals ad not unlike the one Bill had posted for models and the cheer squad had answered.

When they found out it was the Principal, he was assured of discretion and Cathy had been saving those photos for a rainy day. He probably should have realized the hot young girl who came to his motel room, had a hidden agenda but even congressmen these days will risk their entire professional and family life for their weiner.

He had no idea there was any sort of collusion, so he had no reason to think his daughter was playing naughty dare games with Cathy. The past Monday was a double whammy for the educator, because not only had he seen pictures of his own discretion, he must have seen some of his daughters.

Given the circumstances, Bill really couldn't blame him for letting the entire juvenile matter drop. There had been numerous incidents of girls and guys exposing themselves for senior pranks. There was even an impromptu swim team practice that had been done in the nude co-ed by some horny teens.

Given the exposure kids have to the real world, that Bill didn't have as a kid, none of this was unexpected. He remembered hearing a story on the news once that sounded so far fetched, a girl had her clothes completely blown by a tornado that destroyed her house. The newsman  covering the story stood right there and interviewed her like Lady Godiva.

Bill came to the conclusion that Cathy's influence extended only to the the cheerleaders, and some of the helpless guys (like himself) who had the misfortune to get caught up in their wicked games. He had seen a movie “The babysitters club” about some high school girls, who start turning tricks out of high school under the ruse they are 'babysitting'. He assumed it must work like that.

Secretly, he wanted to believe Cathy had some super secret spy network, with cameras everywhere. Located perhaps in an underground lair of BDSM, with slaves and control over Mayors, Governors, Movers of Industry. That would have been far more interesting.

The simplest answer, is often the right answer he concluded. Just as he had lucked out by telling Wendy and Jamie to do things he wasn't sure they would do, when they did them. Cathy must have been in the right place and at the right time, on the same squad of beautiful girls with his daughter.

In retrospect it makes perfect sense. “If I were a controlling little sociopath degenerate, what team would I get on in high school to find my victims? Chess club with the fat girls, or Cheer with the most attractive ones?”

Jamie's days at school were still under Chris's supervision. They had let Cathy boss her around of course. No sense in angering the little wench.

He had her eat the same way, masturbate and send him a picture, and humiliate herself. He just didn't do completely outrageous shows like the rookie mistake the first day.  Bill hadn't had to come down on Chris for him to reach that conclusion.

Chris was the one who had come to his father and told him what had gone wrong. “I had gotten caught up in the excitement of everything. I wanted to impress my friends. In the future, I'll make sure I've got someone standing look out. That I've thought about my exit plans, that I've come up with a plausible explanation.” Chris was doing his diligent best to be a good leader, and shepherd to his Sister.

This turnabout was really having a positive effect on his self-esteem and his problem-solving abilities. He wasn't out looking for a job, he was making a little money on the side renting his sister out for dates with nerdy boys. Bill had meant to ask Chris what happened on those dates. Perhaps, it was better some things left to the imagination, he thought to himself.

Chris actually apologized to Jamie. Bill thought that would make him seem weak, but it only seemed to work in his favor. He let her knew he screwed up, generously gave her some stars and gave her a ‘veto’ she could use during school to get out of something she thought was particularly disturbing.

There would be hell to play later when she got home for calling the veto, but Bill was satisfied that the two of them had worked out a fair little system of checks and balances and that the Boy’s still ruled, and the girls still drooled in the Taylor Household (for as long as this lasted anyway).

Jamie was due home with Chris any moment and he was going to ask if him if he minded canceling her date for tonight so the family could go out. He was done bossing Chris around. He still wasn't sure what his end game was with the girls of the house, what will happen after they get their one hundred stars. He knew they probably wouldn't agree to live this way forever, it was having a toll on them.

Eating hot dogs, sleeping tied up, getting whipped, humiliated.

Monday had been the most surreal day. They had laughed as a family, spontaneously when Chris for no other reason than he could started popping marshmallows at his sister and mother with the air gun. They had all four joined in on a little charade to see if they could send Mrs Waxerman over the edge, even though in doing so the girls had to degrade themselves even further.

Bill was glad Waxerman wasn’t coming over every day. He knew she was a busy body snoop, who had no life outside of her gossip and that she must think it was Sodom and Gomorrah over at his house and want to return. He enjoyed fucking with her head, but he could only take her in small doses.

Every day after that Monday had been more serious. Here it was Thursday, and the week was flying by. They had finally finished their family meeting about the risks at school and work, and everyone had been satisfied that the guys would try to keep things more stable and less outrageous. The back up plan, being that worst case scenario they pack up the truck and just move some place else, and start over completely.

“If you ruin your reputation here, and you want to move, We'll move. It is a big world. There are three hundred million people alone here in America, how many people are going to know or care what you did here, if we move to another State? To Canada? Hell, we could move 80 miles away, and probably never run into a single soul we knew before.”  Bill recalled saying to the family.

He had completed mentally journaling the last few days. He wanted to remember every spanking, every humiliation, every detail, savoring the memory.

The Door opened and Chris came inside interrupting Bill's train of thought. “Hi Dad”. Jamie was right behind. Her hands cuffed behind her back, a pair of cummy panties stuffed into her mouth as a gag. Bill admired her tank top “I piss excellence” was the caption, noting her short skirt.

“Wow, they let her get away with wearing that today?”

“Oh yeah,  the school has been in chaos since the Principal retired. No one has time to worry about measuring skirt lengths.”

“No,the skirt is fine. I think Jamie's cheer leading skirt is actually shorter than that. I meant the word Piss on her tank top?” Bill corrected.

“They sell this shirt at Hot Topic. They got a whole line of irreverent t-shirts, I also had her get a Two-Girls, 1-UP Mario shirt”

Bill had no idea what Hot Topic was, or what the point of a “Two-Girls, 1-Up Mario” shirt would be (nor did he really care).

Chris insisted his little slut run upstairs and put it on, and come right back. He explained “Hot Topic, it's a store in the mall?” Bill just shook his head like “Okay, who cares?”

Jamie came walking down the stairs in nothing but heels, the shirt and her collar, she was a vision. His daughter could have easily got a job modeling that shirt for catalogs, that was for sure.

It was two video game anime’ princesses holding a mushroom captioned “Two Girls, 1-Up” just as Chris had said. “Two girls, one cup. It is a play on words, like Two Girls, 1-Up, player one? Princess Peach and Princess Daisy, holding a mushroom?”

Bill had neither the patience, nor the interest to ask his son why he was telling him all this. The one thing he did keep going back too was Jamie was so beautiful. Tall, slender, bright blue eyes, long blonde hair, perfect skin, straight teeth. Every teenage boys dream girl next door.

“Listen, I wanted to ask if today, you would cancel your sister's date? I want to take the family on an outing.” Bill said changing the subject before Chris could tell him what the “Two Girls, One Cup” video was all about.

“Yah, I guess so.” Chris popped Jamie's gag out of her mouth and asked her if she minded losing the stars he would have given her for being a good, respectful date to one of his friends.

“No sir, I don't mind. I know you and my father will give us both an opportunity to earn at least 3 stars a day, by humbling ourselves to amuse you. Shall I remove my shirt, and get nude as is appropriate for females in our house?”

Jamie's response was gracious, professional, and sincere enough Bill had to wonder if he could extend this out past the two weeks originally planned for as long as he could.

Jamie was about to take off the shirt anticipating the order to get naked, when Bill told her not too. “Your slut of a mother will be home, soon. Go ahead and feed Rosco, make sure he has some water, empty all the waste paper baskets and empty your litter box, then take the garbage to the curb. You can get that done quickly and with hustle, and I'll let you keep the shirt on until your Mom gets home from work.”

Jamie snapped into action to fulfill her father's orders. This was unexpectedly generous and she wasn't going to stand around waiting for him to change his mind.

Chris and Bill spent a little time talking about the way they felt about things. These were important bonding sessions for Father and Son, who despite an interest in porn, computers, and being lazy seldom found anything of common interest to discuss. Talking about ways to further embarrass and humiliate Wendy and Jamie had brought them so much closer. The shared suffering they endured under Wendy and Jamie when they were being cuckolded had also bonded them, but they almost never talked about those times anymore.

“The last chapter to that story, has been written son.”

“How many chapters to this story, Dad?”

“Well, I’d say at least twenty seven!” He giggled picking a number at random out of his head.