Family Feud II

The Family Feud II

Chapter Thirty-One
“Family Circus”

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 21
JAMIE: 21

The girls had showered, cleaned up, and taken care of all the precious little details of applying make up, straightening and blow drying their hair all the while under the regular supervision of the guys.

The guys were ready to go in under three minutes, toss on a clean shirt (if that), run fingers through hair and good to go.

When this first began,  Chris and Bill watched the girls like hawks never letting them out of their sight for long. Having been almost a week,  now they paced themselves. Bill would walk in at random times, run his finger alone their backside and say something like “You can’t rush perfection, huh?” mockingly and make them sniff his finger before walking back out.

The more indirect supervision suited Bill. His ego, had become as inflated as his cock had become hard over the last few days.  He felt a confidence he hadn’t felt even in high school. He felt truly like a man. He was walking tall, feeling like a lean, mean, ass kicking machine.

He walked up to his son and sparred with him a little, playfully boxing without any contact.

“You sure are in a good mood, Dad?” Chris noted.

“Why shouldn’t I be? We are going to the fair, and your Mom and Jamie have to eat crow, do what we tell them. I don’t have to take their shit. It should be hilarious.”

“Are you really going to give them ten stars each?”

“Sure, if they do everything we tell them, but they are going to have to earn it. It won’t be easy, that is for damned sure.”

They started comparing ideas, while periodically yelling or the girls to hurry their  asses up. “Get your thumb out of your asses, and move it! Or I’ll come up there and stick my BOOT in your asses!” Bill would shout, while smiling, waiting for their meek, submissive “Yes Sir”

“Wouldn’t it be fun if we dressed them in matching outfits?” Chris suggested at one point.

“Sure, why not. If there is something in the bitch box, you pick it out, Son.”

“Could we have them braid their hair in pig tails?” Chris grinned.

“Son, you are just as much the boss of both your Mother and Jamie as I am, really. You were their slave just like I was. So now it’s your turn. If you want them to braid their hair into pig tails, then go up there and give them the order. Just tell them to hurry their asses up!!”

“Are you really still mad about being their slave?” Chris asked his father, while they were alone. This was a tender topic, one they hadn’t discussed at any length.

“You are damned right, I am. They made me jack off like a damned little faggot!” Bill grumbled.

“But, we probably jacked off more often than that every day anyway.” Chris was giving counter point.

“So? Did you want to do it in front of me with your pecker tied to mine?”  Bill answered.

“Well, no.” Chris thought for a moment and added “Don’t think I am a freak or anything, but I kind of liked all the attention I was getting. Decisions being made for me, I enjoyed doing what they told me, because even though some times it wasn’t pleasant, it felt like they had given me permission to do it. It felt like they were with me, even when they were not.” he said as he walked up stairs to yell at his mother and Jamie.

“Chris, for Pete’s sake, don’t tell your mother and sister all that, please” Bill smiled jokingly, but tucked away a mental note to come back to that topic when he had more time with his son to really sit down and talk.

It would be another ten minutes of primping, inspecting, prodding, slaps to the butt, and poking, but the girls were finally ready to put on the closest thing to matching clothes they had. They each were wearing a denim skirt, that was short of course. They had on red suspenders and a yellow half top.

“You look like Misty, from Pokemon!” Chris commented to everyone as he looked as his Mom and Sister. No one else in the family getting the reference.

“Thank you Sir, is that a good thing?” Wendy asked.

“Yah, it’s hawt as balls”.

“Well, I am glad you think I look hot as balls, Sir” Wendy answered playfully.

It was still light out when the Taylor clan were ready to leave for the Country fair. “It’s such a nice night, you two ready to earn ten stars?“

“Yes Sir!” there was genuine enthusiasm.

“Good, amuse us tonight, be willing to try new things, and you may just do that. Now ride in the back of the truck.”

“Can’t we accidentally blow out of the back?” Jamie asked somewhat naively.

“Good point, get the duct tape” he told her, and sent Wendy in to get some rope and their leashes.

Bill’s beat up 2003 Black Ford Ranger Pickup had seen better days, but today was a good day as he led the girls on to the back of his truck and had them take a position on all fours facing the front of the truck by some O ring style cargo tie-downs.

He leashed their collars to the O-rings, tied them in notes.

“Will this choke us to death?” Wendy was nervous.

“Only if you get it wrapped around your pretty little neck” Bill’s voice was somewhere between amused and dangerous. “Trust me, I’ve tied Rosco up this way before, it’ll be fine.”

“Bill, is now the time to tell the kids, that it’s Rosco II out in the backyard, because the first Rosco fell out of the truck?” Wendy said jokingly, and for her efforts got a kick to the ass.

“If you don’t shut your mouth, I am going to take your damned clothes completely away, now stay low, and probably no one will see in. Put your hands down flat, so I can duct tape them into place. Wendy and Jamie both looked completely skeptical that this would work, but Wendy sighed, then bent down first and Jamie followed after getting into position on all fours.

When he was finished, their ankles, and wrists were duct taped to the bottom of the truck. With effort they could have probably pulled themselves free, but once the truck was in motion there wouldn’t have been anywhere to go.

Once the girls were fairly secure, he goosed them with the fingers and thumb of one hand on each of their asses under their skirts. The fingers grabbing from the bottom, and the thumb from the top. Then, in an upwards, and squeezing motion, he applied pressure quickly making them both let out a slight satisfying squeal. “Do I need to gag you two prize pigs?”

“May we talk to one another, Sir?” Wendy asked, her head flush against the metal of the truck.

“If I don’t gag you, I don’t see how I could stop you.” He gave her a slap on the butt, lifted her skirt about an inch to expose a little ass crack, Jamie’s too and got in the truck.

Once they were in motion, the girls started immediately feeling the uneasy motion sickness of being transported this way.

“Mom, what if he gets in a wreck on the way to the fair?”

“Oh come on, the chances are one in a million that would happen. I mean granted, one in a million things tend to happen to me about 10% of the time lately, but your father is driving safely, I am sure it will be alright.”

“Could you imagine if Mrs Waxerman could see us?” Jamie changed the subject giggling. The two were huddled fairly low in the back of the truck, the pickups walls were high enough they felt pretty safe from preying eyes.

“She’d be all ‘Why back in my day, we’d tie your pecker to a tree, and make you go uphill both ways” and then use a fifty cent word when a nickel one would do just nicely.”

“Yeah, she is a walking thesaurus” Jamie smiled reassuringly at her mom, while they made small talk and mocked some of the people they had met the last few days. Pointing out that Mrs Waxerman used those big words to make herself seem smart, because she was so hung up on appearances and what others thought.

When Bill got out on the open road the wind began buffeting their clothes (What little they had on) and they kept their heads down. There was so much white noise from the wind, they couldn’t talk at all.

“What is Steve like?” Jamie asked abruptly at the next red light when the noise stopped.

“Well, he isn’t as cruel as your father or Chris, but he seems to be getting there. He was a co-worker, a subordinate actually in a much junior position to me. Your father made him a deal, I do all his work and try to get him a promotion, and he fucks me” She grinned.

“He fucks you?” Jamie went wide-eyed. She knew her mom was obviously fucking Bill a lot, and a lot of the activities they did were very sexual, but she had no idea about the night at Rahjid’s or some of the side stuff Wendy had agreed to do.

Wendy looked at her daughter with an expression that read “You poor naïve dear, you are 16, but you don’t know how the world works yet, do you?”.  Her words said “I didn’t want to get into the sordid details, I won’t lie to you now that it’s out there between us. Yes, I’ve fucked Steve, Bill ordered me too.”

“Oh my God Mom? That’s way over board.” Jamie’s mouth was open, her expression somewhere between amusement and shock.

“Well, I’ve been around the block a time or too, honey. I mean, a dick is a dick. It’s not like I cheated on your father.” her tone sounded preachy, so she got a little more playful “Beside’s, he wanted me to be his little whore, he got what he asked for.”

The car took off again and all at once there was white noise rushing wind past their ears, as they hunkered down. They both had so much they wanted to say and ask about the last bombshell, that they barely noticed the 18 wheeler that pulled up alongside when it honked the first time. It honked the second time and that had their attention.

Looking up, they couldn’t see inside the trucker’s cabin, but they felt he could see down at them, because there went a third honk from the big semi truck.

Wendy and Jamie couldn’t move their hands or their ankles, so in the absence of being able to do anything at all, they wiggled their butts back and forth, for a fourth honk before he drove off, both looking at each other smiling.

“Oh my god, Jamie did you ever think in a million years you would be doing something like this?” Wendy asked when they finally came to a stop catching her breath and looking excited. “That was kind of an adrenalin rush! I hate to admit it.”

“No, I can honestly say that in a million years, I would not have predicted I’d be duct taped by my dad on all fours in the back of a pick up with my Mom shaking my ass at truckers.” Jamie replied making her duck lip face, free from the possible repercussions of punishment. 

“Look, just because I had sex with Steve, doesn’t mean you have to do that. Your father’s rules actually don’t call for it.” Wendy went back to the earlier topic, knowing it was on both of their minds, and wishing she could tell Jamie about her deal with Bill to take on extra responsibilities and humiliations to keep her daughter’s fanny out of the frying pan. Wendy knew if she confided that in Jamie, she’d just be hitting her daughter with unnecessary guilt over Wendy’s sacrifice, and maybe even make Jamie do something foolish as a result. It was better kept a secret, she decided.

“It’s just you guys are married.” Jamie stated plainly.

“You know the movie Hall Pass?” Wendy asked.

“That movie with the guys who get a pass from their wives to do anyone they want for one week, and the wives won’t hold it against them ? Okay I guess I get it. For these two weeks, whatever he does you won’t hold against him, and he won’t hold against you, what you do after it‘s all over?”

“Exactly!” Wendy agreed.

“So, what about anything I do?”

“Jamie Taylor, you listen to me, and you listen to me good.” Wendy paused, realizing she didn’t have much time before the wind picked up again. “I love you so much. This ordeal is making us both stronger, and closer. Anything, and I mean anything you do, is a choice you made, because you have a good head on your shoulders. You are old enough now, that while you aren’t an adult in the eyes of the law, girl, I trust your judgment. You’ve got to know, that nothing you could do or say, right now or even after this two weeks is up, will ever change how much I love you, okay?”

“Ah mom, I feel like drinking instant cappuccino and talking about uncomfortable feminine hygiene problems!” Jamie kidded her mom, and the two rocked back and forth bumping shoulders playfully.

They didn’t get a chance to talk again until the car pulled into the parking lot of the County Fair. They were fairly low inside the pick up, but they hadn’t counted on the people whose job it is to stand outside with flashlights directing you to a parking space in an empty field. They didn’t look up once the entire time Bill was being directed to park, but they heard tittering and one old man even said “Peek-a-boo, I see you”  teasing the girls to look up. The truck moved at a steady pace, seldom stopping so they were never anywhere for too long.

When he finally came to a stop, there was an uncomfortable amount of time passing and they were still in the back of the truck tied up. Wendy even started to speculate that the two had played a prank on them, and left them tied up while they went into the fair.

“Listen, don’t tell your father that you know I’ve fucked other people.” Wendy whispered.

“Okay, what kind of secrets do you have? You said it was JUST Steve before” Jamie was mocking in a funny voice that sounded like a parent preaching at their kids “Now, I just hope you had safe sex out there, little missy! You wrap that rascal!”

Wendy didn’t say anything more about it, because the truck bed door slid open with a loud scraping sound, sending shivers down the girls spines as the entire truck rocked when the door slide open.

“Comfortable ride, bitches?” Bill hopped on to the back of his truck and began unfastening their duct tape with his pocket knife.

“Yes Sir, very cozy.” Wendy’s tone was playful.

“Okay,  you two be extra slutty tonight, let’s have fun, but you also be VERY respectful. That includes Carnies” he pointed his finger at them. “You ready to play some games?”

“Yes Master” Wendy said, a word she had rarely used, because of it’s connotation.

“That’s more like it, hike these skirts up some. It’s a god-damned Country fair. You two are fucking over dressed for this thing”.

When they were free and standing, rubbing their wrist where the duct tape glue was sticky, Wendy was the first to hike her skirt up enough you could just make out her ass crack. “Like this, Sir?”

“I liked Master, better, but yes that’s fine Thing One, Now what about Thing Two?” he said making a reference from Doctor Seuss’s Cat in the Hat, about two hairy little monkey helpers who were always getting in trouble.

Jamie hiked her skirt up just a little bit higher than her Mom’s. “How’s this, y’all” she put on a fake sexy southern accent.

“Lower it by just a cunt hair” Bill said astonishing Wendy that he’d encourage his daughter to be a little more modest, then adding “Til, we get through the security gate, then yeah that is perfect.”

Bill bought the tickets at the gate, and joking with one of the burly sour faced security guards at the entrance stall with a metal detecting wand he said “Check her, I think she is smuggling a gun under that skirt” pointing to his wife.

“It’s true Sir, double barrel!” Wendy smiled playfully.

The security guard, didn’t even crack a smile.

“What about my Sister then.” Chris offered “Isn’t there a padded room you can take her too, and give her a cavity search?” This time the Security Guard rolled his eyes, which was slightly better than no reaction at all. Mechanically wanding each person on their way through.

“Hey y’all, I aint had no cavities, I brush my teeth twice a day, like a good girl!” Jamie said in her cutesy southern accent. “You wanna do a CAVITY search” she opened her mouth extra wide, pretending to be so ignorant she thought it was a check of the fillings in her teeth.

“Why not? My dentist says I am the bestest kisser.” she closed her mouth when the Security Guard failed to respond.

The unflappable guard hadn’t budged a single muscle in his heavily muscled face for any of them. So Jamie took as a complement of sorts that he gave her a discrete pinch on the bottom as she passed by, without so much as saying a word. It was as if he was saying “Look, my gig is to look serious here, but you are funny and cute”. At least, that is what Jamie read into it.

“Oh my, I do declare” she fanned herself after it had happened once they made it through the gate.

“I like that accent, what is your name?”

“Why my name is Dixie Sinclair, good sir, and this here” she put her arm around her mother is “My Sister from Texas, Dick Suck Sinclair” making a play on the words “Dick See” and “Dick Suck” by dragging out the syllables.

“Cute, but no. Okay, Your mom is Cherry, no wait. Your mom is Taffy.” Bill put his finger to his lips, looking around the fair, spying the Cotton Candy machine. “Your mom’s name is Candy, and your’s is Cherry. You guys put on that accent. You can be someone else tonight, it’ll be cute!”

Chris cheered “Role playing! I’ll be Christar the 85th level Warlock from Oggrimar”

“And who will might you be, Sir?” Wendy tried a southern accent like her daughter, but as she had not practiced one, it sounded a little more regal and elegant and a lot less playful and trailer trash.

“I am just Bill, who cares who I am for this” Bill said pragmatically.

“Well my dear Bill, if we get to be someone new for this festival of lights” waving her arms dramatically at the sights and sounds of the fair.” Games, Rides, Tents and booths selling gadgets and gizmos, 4-H petting zoos, bull-riding, Psychics etc surrounded them. “Then it is only fair, that you get to leave behind Bill, and become whoever you want to be.”

“I like being Bill. Bill’s life kicks a lot of ass, actually.”

“I am sure it does, Sugar, and if you want to be Bill, you go right ahead, I am going to be Candy, because you told me to be, and I’ll be whoever you want.” her lips curled up in a smile, her manner like a southern belle at the ball.

“Okay, actually I guess I want Wendy. Sorry Candy, comeback some other day”

Wendy put her arms around Bill tightly and gave him the deepest, most passionate soul kiss locking her tongue with his in it‘s own embrace of his. He didn’t have to ask why, he knew he had finally said something right, really, really right.

This my dear reader, is where we fade to black. Wife, Mother, wanted completely and fully for who she really is. Bill's whore.

Will there be a Family Feud III? One that answers your questions, Time will tell.