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The Family Feud IV

Chapter One

Slut Games

STAR COUNT:

WENDY: 43

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 1,3,0,0,0

JAMIE: 51

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 4,3,0,0,0

?Yes Sir, actually I?d prefer to clean your house in the nude.? Jamie smiled at the old man as he ate up her playful fibs. She had just finished mowing, trimming and edging his yard in the skimpy bikini her mother wore to the pool party last night.

She stepped completely out of it and thought she might give him a heart attack as he looked her naked form up and down. ?I really appreciate you giving me a chance to earn some money today and I don?t want to mess up my bikini.?

It was a coy little game she was playing with the old man. He had hired her to mow his lawn, ?Just like she did Waxerman?s.? and now she was going to clean his house. She knew she wasn?t just here to clean up and mow grass. The house was immaculate and the lawn well groomed by a retired man with nothing but time on his hands to maintain his house. She was here to be his entertainment and when she finished mopping his floors she was going to have to think of a coy way to offer to suck his dick so he didn?t feel like he was hiring a whore and instead it was just his lucky day.

He had a delicate ego and sensibility, and being too vulgar and too forward would only scare him off. Chris wanted him as a repeat customer. They needed him as a repeat customer, because they were dead broke and most of the things her father had bought this past weekend weren?t returnable.

?Oh, I hope you don?t get offended, but I am going to have to bend over to clean under your table.? She smiled demurely.

?Should I turn my head and leave you to it?? The nice old gentleman asked politely.

?If you like, although I do appreciate your company?..? Jamie wriggled for the old man as she went through with the charade of pretending it was no big deal to clean in the nude and that there wasn?t some sexual interest to it. She smiled at him innocently and listened to his deep sigh as he probably imagined what he?d do to her if he were a few years younger.

?I hope you don?t think I am perverted or naughty to be cleaning your house this way, Sir?? She flashed her baby-blues at him and watched him wriggle uncomfortably to answer that he thought it was perfectly natural.. It was shaping up to be an interesting Sunday for Jamie Taylor.

WELCOME BACK:

If you haven?t read Family Feud I, II and III this is the fourth and most likely final installment in the Taylor?s epic tale of a family and it?s journey into discipline, blackmail, betrayal, love, loss and bondage.

Aristotle says there are some rules to telling a good tragedy. I suppose the difference between tragedy and comedy is really just perspective - If it is happening to someone else, or to you.

The first of Aristotle?s story telling rules is Hamartia - an error in judgment. In Family Feud I the Taylor Women attempt to control the Taylor men by embarrassing them into working out and eating right. They are lazy, aimless, and petty, but happy in their rut.

The second is Hubris

- arrogance, excessive, self-pride and self-confidence. The girls are successful, positive, witty but completely full of themselves and their lives. The mother Wendy is obsessed with a career, exercise and as a mother going behind everyone else and making sure they do what she thinks they should do. The daughter Jamie, throws herself into cheerleading, dance and honors club extra-curricular activities at school and ignores her brother just like all of the others in the in crowd do, not even defending him when they make fun of him.

The Taylor family was really four individuals living in one house at the start of Family Feud I and by the end, with the women in control, they have taken their first awkward step towards a path of self-discovery.

In Family Feud II we begin to see the emergence of the next two lessons of Aristotle in storytelling. The Anagnorisi -moment of discovery; epiphany as they realize the path they have all been following takes them apart from each other. The Peripeteia

- change of fortune for the hero contrary to audience's expectations follows as the girls agree that they deserve ?payback? at the hands of the men and they all begin to change in ways they could not have expected.

After essentially cuckolding the men by treating them as house pets in Family Feud I ? the women get their comeuppance. The tables turn and the Men get to set the rules. The women agree to this in part because they genuinely feel guilty and want to give the men a chance at payback.

The men had never been organized or good at planning, but they set elaborate rules and limits in place to assure the girls that while it won?t be pleasant there will be structure to the rules. In the process, Bill Taylor (the father) establishes his own core value system and along with Chris Taylor (the son) they put the girls through a crucible of pain, humiliation and discipline which seems to only strengthen their resolve to each earn ?100 stars? and complete the ?education? program that Bill has laid out for them.

I can?t possibly go into all the details about everything that happens in Family Feud II and III, but I will tell you that the final lesson of Aristotle in storytelling is Catharsis - purifying or figurative cleansing of the emotions and there is plenty more of all five elements of storytelling to come. You could read about their adventures at the County Fair, Tattoo Parlor, School, Work, Pool Parties and follow along in their journey from the beginning or you could begin your adventure here.

The girls are almost half way through finishing their ?education? and giving the men their payback for the hardships they put them through. They have altered their lives irreparably by getting tattooed, pierced and at school and work they have done compromising things that can seriously affect them as a result, but in each of these things the women had choices and they accepted the potential consequences that may accompany them.

It is Sunday afternoon and the family has just realized they are dead broke after a long, gluttonous spending spree.

The Cast-

There is a ?Guide? or Family Feud Companion that goes into the main characters, secondary characters, easter eggs hidden in the story, and the published rules of the Taylor Family.

If you are new to the story and just want a short introduction to the Taylors:

Bill Taylor- Bill was a football star in high school but now that he is in his early forties he has let himself go a little. He has a little bit of a pot belly and he is unemployed. He isn?t a perfect person, but in the past few weeks he has come a long way in accepting responsibility for the things he does and striving to remove obstacles in his and his family?s life rather than blaming life for putting them there. He can be petty, selfish and often enjoys silence or the solitude of watching sports/playing computer games. But in the past week alone he has started to evolve a bit of a swagger with his confidence in being the boss over his wife and daughter at home.

Chris Taylor-

You might call him the chubby, lovable loser. The kind of kid who is smart and when he applies himself to something, he can really excel. The problem was he never felt like applying himself to things that other people wanted him too. Nerd, Geek, he had been called every name in the book.

This past week he had started to set up his mom and sister on dates with his nerdy friends and as his popularity rose with them he also started to understand that with authority comes responsibility. He has a very, some would say, ?sick? sense of humor and he often says things that shock people but usually makes them laugh.

Chris might make you think of Chris from the cartoon ?Family Guy?, but he is quick to point out he was like this long before the cartoon ever appeared on television.

Wendy Taylor ? She had been all knees and elbows back in High School but she blossomed when she went to college. She also had the help of a plastic surgeon to implant perfect breasts. She focused on her career and exercise instead of being a home maker and soon found herself the soul bread winner as she climbed the corporate ladder. Wendy could best be described physically as a cross between the actresses Connie Britton, Jamie Lee Curtis and Katy Segall in Sons of Anarchy.

Jamie Taylor - Blonde, Blue eyes, tall and slender, she was a head cheerleader at Cherry Lawn High. She seems bubbly, vivacious and positive and often comes across like a ?goody two shoes?. She is a bit of a ?rule follower? and it bothers her on some level when rules are applied unfairly or ignored even if they don?t bode well for her. She has several piercings (and a tattoo) just like her mother except when she got hers they were set very high and tight and she has been under a constant state of heightened arousal ever since, that has been sending her brain messages about doing naughty things she would never have considered. Jamie could best be described as a cross between singer Taylor Swift and actress Aimee Teegarden.

EARLIER THAT MORNING:

Wendy and Jamie had been caged together for the first time the night before. Bill had purchased a large black lacquered dog crate and set it up in the living room. He lined it with newspaper (in case either of them had to pee in the middle of the night) and after his nightly affirmation session with them locked them both in and flicked out the light to go upstairs to his comfortable bed.

The girls weren?t gagged or cuffed as they so often had been, and could actually sit up with their backs against the cold metal cage. They talked for a while about things that had been on their mind. Jamie was concerned she may just be kicked out of school for the stunt she had pulled at the last half-time show and the two enjoyed sharing each other?s problems until it was time to sleep.

There was not enough room to lie flat, and as they had often been tied together at night, it seemed logical that they curl up in a ?spoon? position. In part, because Bill kept the front room a frosty 69 degrees and the two were naked and cold. The Air conditioning return air vent was in the living room and it tended to get coldest there before any other part of the house.

When dawn broke, Chris awoke them by yelling in their faces to scare them as he often did and let them out of their cage. He ordered them to ?heel? behind him as he led them upstairs to shower and use the litter box. He enjoyed watching his Sister and Mom take a shit and piss like animals and after a full week, he was still excited every morning by this daily ritual.

?You are gonna be pissing on the lawn if you get kicked out of school tomorrow.? Chris sounded happy that his sister may be spending time outside. Her deal with her father was if she got kicked out of school, she?d be spending her time outside with the family dog Roscoe in the fenced in backyard.

?Yes Sir, you don?t have to seem so happy about it.? She could give him a lemony smile and a sarcastic reply when they were being casual and goofing around. The gallows humor and banter between them added some much needed levity to what might seem like a very twisted and sadistic morning ritual.

Chris didn?t leave his mom out of this banter. As she tried to shit over the litter box he made her laugh by saying ?Sick, it looks like when you mix up all the colors of play-doh and pump it through one of those squeeze molds!?

?Sir, please.? She stifled a laugh as if to imply she was having a hard enough time doing this to keep a straight face.

The morning ritual continued downstairs as the girls made breakfast for the guys, shaved and waited for inspection before eating. They usually got to share a single hot dog, which they ate by each starting on one end and meeting with their lips in the center. Bill called it ?Team work? but they also knew it turned him on to watch them eat this way. This passed for ?routine? or ?normal? now that they had done it enough times around each other every morning for the last week.

There was no denying the entire morning ritual was designed to humiliate the women but also entertain the men. It was almost like a mathematical equation, the more of one you had, the more of the other went along with it.

Bill was still worried about the bills and he had been reviewing them all morning on the kitchen table (when he wasn?t making Wendy and Jamie?s life hell). He even told Chris to go easy on the food because every little bit was going to be needed this week. They had a lot of bills coming due and he wasn?t sure how he was going to pay them.

He had splurged on BDSM gear, sexy outfits, pet store stuff, electronics and some purchases he didn?t even want to mention. He knew this mess was in a large part his own creation but he was not going to retreat into fantasy land and get online and start playing his computer games. He was going to come up with a solution.

His first idea was to finally have that yard sale he had been wanting. He wanted to get rid of all the junk and bric-a-brac they had accumulated as a family over the last twenty years but he also wanted to find a way to tie this into his training of the girls. He gave the matter some thought while he and his son coaxed the girls through their morning chores of feeding the dogs, shaving each other?s bodies and preparing themselves for an inspection and affirmation.

The inspection was the usual running hands all over their bodies to check for hair stubble and any imperfection. Chris usually took a deep smell and made a joke about tuna or salmon. Chris and Bill took turns doing it and where Bill was no-nonsense get it done and check, he was also much rougher. He?d tug on his daughter?s ear or slap the ass or tits to measure how well they jiggled. Bill would yank on their hair to see how healthy it was and usually stick one finger up both asses simultaneously at the very end. ?This is to make sure you completely took a shit and aren?t going to ask later and waste my time.? It was rare they found anything the girls had to be punished over, no matter how meticulously they looked. Wendy and Jamie knew that no matter how often they got inspected it would always be this way.

Bill took more time this morning with the inspection since it was Sunday morning and the girls didn?t have to rush to school and work. He began the affirmations during the inspection by asking his daughter, ?Jamie, is your cunt wet??

?Yes Sir? she answered with a trace of embarrassment. She knew her mom had been well aware her pussy was glistening with her juices when she was shaved but it still made her twinge to admit it out loud. Her body was constantly being aroused by the new exotic signals it was getting from the piercings that she had recently received.

?You don?t expect me to stand here with a wet finger do you?? Bill waited for his daughter to dutifully open her mouth so that he could shove his finger in and let her clean it off.

?Ass Face, can you tell me why you are getting aroused by your treatment? Do you like being kept naked and under discipline??

Jamie was about to answer when there was an unexpected knock on the door.

?Cow Tits, can you get that?? Bill ordered his wife to answer the door by her new nickname.

She looked at him sullenly before asking, ?May I put on a cover up? Do we go to yellow alert, Sir??

The knock repeated a second time. ?No, there is no time for all that. Crack the door a little and unless it?s girl scouts, trying to sell those damned cookies, let them in.?

Chris laughed ?Awww, I?d like to ask if the cookies are made from actual Girl Scouts or artificially flavored.?

Jamie and Wendy might have laughed if things hadn?t seemed so sobering and serious right now. The morning dawn was behind them ? replaced by the bright lights of the kitchen.

Bill smiled slightly in the kitchen as they waited for Wendy to answer the door completely naked. There was a slight shriek of surprise from Wendy and Bill?s smile grew knowingly, ?Invite him in, Dear.?

Van Pewterschmidt, the handsome forty-something from yesterday?s community pool party and their neighbor of over ten years, walked into the kitchen behind a naked Wendy. She offered him a seat at the kitchen table. He seemed pleasantly amused by the girl?s standing in front of Bill and Chris completely naked except for their collars.

Bill had obviously talked to him and invited him over because he seemed to take the entire thing in stride as if it were all quite normal. ?Now that I see them in the light and without the suit, I see what you mean, Bill.? He grinned.

Bill offered him coffee and told Van he had excellent timing. ?We are just about to start our affirmations and afterwards you can pick the one you want.?

Wendy and Jamie weren?t sure what he meant by ?pick the one you want? but both of them had sucked his cock the day before and had more than a sneaking suspicion.

Van declined the coffee and Bill laughed, ?Okay break time is over, he doesn?t want coffee, so stop staring at him.? To his wife and daughter who both seemed awe struck by the new presence in their usually private humiliations, ?Get in position two.?

The women did as they were told, bending over to face away from the kitchen table, holding their ass cheeks apart. There was an increasing sense of humiliation spreading down both of their spines as if re-opening an old wound. They had almost become used to the idea of giving the affirmations to Bill and Chris but now with Van in the room everything felt as awkward and humiliating as their first time.

?When your daughter said she had to suck my dick yesterday, I really thought she was kidding.? Van said with just a trace of the overwhelming laughter Wendy and Jamie thought he might be holding back over their misfortune.

?Did you enjoy sucking Mr. Pewterschmidt?s cock yesterday, Ass Face??

?Yes Sir.? Jamie said sharply and without hesitation.

Bill let his finger play around her freshly shaven cunt lips while he rephrased his question. ?Did your sloppy cunt get wet when you stuffed Van?s dick in your big mouth??

?Yes Sir, my cunt was wet, but I?ve been dealing with the piercings?? Jamie attempted to explain. Her father shushed her, which only made her feel more embarrassed. He had insisted she be very explicit during affirmations and he wasn?t letting her give a proper answer.

?You are under green alert, not white alert. Do you still want to stick with the answer your fat ugly little hole was gushing over the chance to suck off Van Pewterschmidt at the pool party, Ass Face??

Van wanted to interrupt the family. He wasn?t entirely comfortable with the harsh words being thrown around about Wendy and Jamie but he was starting to find it amusing since they didn?t defend themselves and just accepted it. They seemed to be inviting it from his perspective. That might even be true, because the affirmations were supposed to be honest admissions of their shortcomings and acceptance of the treatment that would correct them.

?You told me to be honest Sir. My cunt has been wet most of the time now that I have been pierced and starting wearing the chastity belt.?

?Why do you have these little rings in your cunt and tits, Ass Face?? Bill decided to take a different approach to his questions. He lifted up the ring on the hood of her clit with his finger and let it fall to punctuate his question.

?To symbolize that I am your and Chris?s whore, Sir.? Bill prodded her by twisting the ring in her clit roughly to give a more detailed answer. Jamie was confused since he had shushed her earlier but added, ?I used to be able to lead men around with my tits and cunt, and now you can lead me around by my rings, Sir. They are attached to the most sensitive parts of my body and are a constant reminder of why we deserve this treatment.?

Bill was satisfied with the answer but he poked a finger into his daughter?s pink raw butthole anyway. ?Isn?t this stink hole sensitive too??

?Yes Sir, my asshole is very sensitive? She was back to giving explicit answers even if they made her sound disgusting.

Van couldn?t see her face but he could hear the look of disgust she must have had while she admitted it in her voice.

?So why didn?t you insist on getting that hole ringed too?? Bill asked while he tapped on her asshole.

?I was only doing as much as my mother was doing, Sir. I am sorry you feel I insisted and was greedy about it.? She answered diplomatically.

Bill jabbed a thumb a few inches into his daughter?s asshole while he continued his questions. ?Don?t you think that you have contributed to the debt the family is in, by wanting tattoos, piercings and all of this stuff??

Jamie didn?t want to answer that question because it was very loaded and seemed unfair to her. She wouldn?t even be in this situation if her father hadn?t made all these rules, and she never told him to buy all the computer stuff and bondage gear. Then again, she had participated in cuckolding them when the shoe was on the other foot and if she hadn?t she wouldn?t be here like this now. She would probably be off at cheerleading practice.

?Yes Sir, I have contributed to some of the family expenses and I will do my share to help work us out of our financial difficulties.? She told her father diligently but with a trace of reluctance.

?Good, I am glad to hear you finally admit that. You don?t? seem to want to pony up to the idea that your pussy gets juicy because you have dirty thoughts and sometimes enjoy this, but at least you are willing to admit you?ve helped add to our bills - That is a start.? He sighed and let his son take over the affirmations with a fist bump as he sat next to Van.

Chris had grown up living next door to Van and had never spoken to him very often. Van reminded him of Kevin Costner, never really seeming to age, while Chris himself had grown from a small child into almost an adult. He was a little nervous talking to Van like a ?peer?, but he liked the idea he was being treated as ?another one of the men? at the kitchen table and he was going to just bluff his way through it and hope he makes a good impression.

?These Asses look good enough to eat don?t they Van?? Chris asked as he reached out to his mother?s and sister?s hands to help them hold their cheeks as far as apart as possible.

?Yes they do, Chris.? Van answered with a bemused expression wondering where he was going with it.

?Did you two sluts clean your asses and shave them perfectly this morning?? Chris asked.

?Yes Sir, we did clean and shave our asses. Please inspect us, as you know we can be deceptive? Wendy answered anticipating Chris wanted her to justify his inspecting them in front of Van.

?Won?t be necessary,? Chris grinned as he upturned some pancake syrup from the table letting it drip on their shapely butt cheeks and down their cracks. ?You girls like syrup don?t you??

Wendy and Jamie both answered affirmative even though neither would have touched the stuff back when they were free because they both ate healthy and watched their weight. They also anticipated Chris was turning them by putting his hand on their back so that Wendy could lick her daughter?s ass while continuing to face her own towards Van and Bill.

?Have a little breakfast, while I finish Jamie?s Affirmation, Mom.? He chuckled to himself as he drizzled a little more amber syrup where her nose met her daughter?s crack.

?Ass Face, does that tickle? You seem a little jumpy holding your cheeks open so your mom can have a taste.?

Jamie steeled herself and answered very seriously, ?It tickles a little, Sir?

Chris was disappointed that one of his first questions didn?t seem to strike a nerve or sound as interesting and thought provoking as he had hoped. He wrapped his thumb around his sister?s nose and gave it a squeeze. ?Loosen up, Sis. We?ve got company.? Secretly passing on his own disappointment for his question, to his sister?s answer.

?Did you tell Mr. Pewterschmidt why we call you Ass face?? his second question was a little better and he sneered as he delivered it to her.

?No Sir,? Jamie knew better than to leave it that vague and to the point. She was expected to expound and she did. ?My name is now Ass face because everything that comes out of my mouth hole has been stupid shit, and I make ugly faces that have to be corrected some times.? She was thinking of the times she had made her ?duck lip? expressions when she admitted that. ?It is appropriate you call me that, Sir?

?Can I call you that even after you earn the fifty stars you have left to go on your education?? Chris asked.

Jamie had a tough time thinking about it at that moment. She was trying hard not to wriggle her ass as her mom licked the sweet syrup from between her cheeks. Had Van not been there she may have dared a lemony response about how she would get even if he did. Instead she said, ?If I am still behaving like an ass face when this is over, then you may, Sir.?

?Why??

?Because Taylor Men rule, and Taylor women drool, Sir. You are superior to me in all ways.? She said the mantra that she had become so accustomed to saying even if a part of her had found it hard to believe. She didn?t sigh but she didn?t sound particularly enthused about it.

?Do you believe this shit talker, Van?? Chris turned to their house guest and he was just smiling with his arms folded trying to stay out of it and observe the odd family?s breakfast routine. He shrugged in response to Chris?s question.

?I don?t buy it either, Van. Ass face, do you really believe that the Taylor men are superior to you, and you are going to be my cum gobbling house pet after this is over?? Chris was toying with his sister.

?I will probably miss certain parts of this,? She said, surprising everyone including her Mother. ?Obviously, we?ve been through a lot together and now that you?ve seen me like this, I will probably walk around the house naked some times and let you call me ass face, to remind me of what I am learning, Sir.? She didn?t get to finish her thought because she started to shiver and make an ?O? face as her mom finished lapping the syrup from the bottom of her ass in between both of her holes.

Chris wanted to get into the comment, ?Probably miss certain parts of this?? and exactly what that meant but it was time to rotate the two girls so that Jamie could lick her mom?s ass clean of the sugary syrup while he gave his mom affirmations. He didn?t want his guest getting bored and he had plenty of time to dig a little deeper into that interesting nugget. He positioned them so Jamie?s pink clean ass was facing Van and spread wide open so he could get a perfect view.

?You used to date my Aunt Lisa?? Chris asked Van while Jamie went to town on cleaning off her mother?s tight but sore asshole.

?Yeah, but that was years ago, Chris.? Van answered, still amused by the spectacle of what he was watching.

?You ever expect her little sister to be such a conceited whore??

?I don?t know about conceited, but I guess it is true what they say about the quiet ones. They are the wild ones.? Van smirked in response.

Chris stuck his finger in his mother?s open mouth and fished around while absent mindedly, he finished his questions of Van. ?Who gave the better blow job, my sister or my mother?? He wanted to ask about his Aunt Lisa but he felt that was crossing the line and he limited it to the two sluts who had agreed to be here now.

?Well that is hard to say, Chris,? Van was being diplomatic. ?I?d give Wendy points for experience and a skilled slow tongue, but Jamie was good for youthful vibrancy. There is something really sweet and innocent about letting it slide down her throat.?

?What should Van call you, Mom?? Chris asked his mom while popping his finger out of her wet mouth.

?He can call me anything he likes, Sir.? Wendy answered submissively but not as completely as Chris expected and it wasn?t the answer he wanted.

He reached under her chest and swatted her big tits, ?I?ll take Cow Tits! For Five Hundred, Alex? he referenced a Jeopardy game show answer and she repeated ?Cow Tits? to satisfy him.

?Cow Tits, our guest can?t make up his mind who is the better cock sucker. You and your whore daughter won?t mind licking his nuts again this morning to help him decide will you?? He paused to add, ?After she finishes making sure your ass is completely clean that is.?

?No Sir, as long as I make my W, I?ll suck anyone?s cock you want.? That was a good answer she gave and Chris was actually surprised to hear it put so bluntly.

Bill wasn?t as satisfied and he stood up to take back over the affirmations. The pair often tag teamed during the affirmations this way and Chris took notice his father wanted a turn and sat back down without comment.

?Is this just a W to you, or do you care that you?d be sucking a strange man?s dick even though you are married to me, Cow Tits?? Bill asked skeptically. He hadn?t seemed jealous very often this past week, but with Van, he obviously had a few unspoken issues about measuring up as a man.

?I care Sir, but you?ve made it clear I am your whore and I?ve got to accept that. It could be worse, and you?ve not required us to fuck anyone, so I think you?ve been very generous. I want to earn my freedom, learn my lesson and finish what I agreed too. I might as well do the best I can, Sir.?

?You?ve already earned enough letters at the pool party to turn into extra stars, and I appreciate you trying, slut.? Bill smiled his compliment. Wendy was surprised he hadn?t said it sarcastically. ?Do you think your asshole is too good for the likes of Van Pewterschmidt?? He added his question.

?No Sir, he can look at it or play with it if you let him. The only one who can fuck it is you, because we?ve agreed that was the rule, Sir.?

?If that wasn?t the rule?? Bill asked while watching his daughter ?nom nom nom? on her mother?s sticky crack.

?Are you wanting to renegotiate the rules now, Sir?? Wendy said submissively but with just a trace of a passive aggressive reminder that this may not be the time to discuss it.

Bill decided to ignore the hint and pretend he didn?t get it. ?I am not renegotiating your rules or that of your whore daughter. I just want to know, would you let Van fuck you up the ass if that WAS the rule??

?Yes Sir, I would let him pound my ass if I agreed to it. I haven?t broken our agreement, even though I know you and Chris are always vigilant over us to make sure we don?t.?

Bill was satisfied with that response. He wanted Van to know HE was fucking Wendy?s Ass and it was HIS decision that she not do it, without actually telling it to him directly. ?Today after the flea market, one of you will be going over to Van?s house to serve for a few hours, cleaning up, doing yard work, that sort of thing. If Van offered you one hundred dollars, knowing how strapped we are for cash, what would you say??

Wendy didn?t remember Bill saying ?Flea Market?, she remembered him saying ?yard sale? which would be bad enough by itself. She instantly envisioned an old green van with a bunch of white trash selling old 8-track tapes and broken car stereos in a broken down drive-in movie theatre. She didn?t have a chance to comment on that because she was also holding her breath so she didn?t pant while Jamie ate her out. She wanted to lift her chin just a bit so Jamie didn?t stray so low, but she kept her hands right on her ass cheeks clutching them and pulling them apart for her as she had been told.

She was angry Bill seemed to be negotiating for more changes to the rules in front of Van. She wasn?t aware of the subtext between Bill and Van, that Bill was trying to establish his, ?alpha male dominance? to the house guest he himself invited over. Bill and Van may not have been aware of what Bill was doing subconsciously either.

?I would tell him he can speak to you about it. My asshole is not mine to promise.?

Bill licked his lips, this is exactly what he wanted to hear, ?So if I promised him your asshole??

?I suppose we?d have to talk about stars and what is included if I did, Sir?? Wendy answered a little too quickly for her own tastes. She could feel Jamie make a ?smup? sound as she stopped licking her behind to think about the implications of what her mom just said.

?I thought the dares couldn?t be that extreme though, Sir.? Wendy added and Jamie went back to lapping her mom?s ass dry.

?No they can?t, it?s just with us owing so much, I thought you two might be willing to do a little more is all.?

Wendy thought about what he had just said and she knew he was always pushing them to go further. ?Can I speak with Ass Face about it before I answer, Sir?? It sounded so strange to everyone when she casually called her daughter ?ass face? that she even felt Jamie?s giggling on her asshole.

?How many stars does it pay, Sir?? Jamie came up for air to spurt out and continued to lick.

?It would pay one Star.? Bill answered without hesitation.

?Two Stars and yes, he can fuck me in the Asshole, one for cunt.? Jamie gasped with shortness of breath, her chin and lips covered in pussy juice and artificial maple syrup.

Wendy almost fell over. She was bent at the knee. She had expected a much longer conversation, one where the two of them weighed the pros and cons about it and came to a mutual decision -just like that it had been decided in a split second.

?Even if it is you or Chris,? Jamie?s abrupt stipulations were because she was intent on licking every drop of syrup off her mom?s ass but it made for a powerful bargaining tactic with Bill. There was a short and sweet, ?Here is what I want? about it and no hemming and hawing.

?Chris, what do you say? Agreed??

?Fuck yeah!? he beamed. ?Jamie, have you ever fucked anyone??

?No Sir, I am a virgin?

Even Van laughed out loud at that one.

?I mean not of the mouth, I am a cum gobbler, but I?ve never had more than a finger or tongue in my cunt or asshole, Sir.?

?Why does she talk so crude, it doesn?t sound right coming from such a sweet girl?? Van asked Bill

Jamie answered thinking it part of the affirmations. ?My mom and I are learning we can?t use euphemisms, we?ve given up that privilege. It is far more humiliating to have to call it a Cunt, and not think of it as special, Sir.?

?Why does it have to be humiliating?? He asked a follow up question and Bill and Chris didn?t stop him so he assumed it was permitted.

?My mother and I are very prideful bitches, Sir. We put ourselves and our needs above the Taylor men, and we are learning we are too big for our britches, or any clothes what so ever, Sir.? She repeated a lesson she had learned in many past affirmations. ?The humility is to strip us of the pride that rules our lives and that is why we are standing here like this putting on a show for you.?

?Do you enjoy putting on a show for me?? he asked.

It surprised Jamie he would ask that since it had been asked already. Her father and brother often repeated questions in different ways but he seemed to have either stumbled upon that method or had the same idea. ?I am not enjoying it Sir, but my mom licking between my legs obviously turned me on. I am learning my pleasure is secondary and that I need to put the pleasure of others ahead of my own. That is submission and if you are enjoying our show, that is good enough for me.?

Van made a ?good enough? face and let the matter lie.

Bill wanted to get back to his affirmations but Van announced he had made his decision. ?I?ve seen enough, I?d like Wendy delivered to my house to be my assistant for 4 hours today, let?s make that happen.?

Bill didn?t like how commanding Van could be, but he also envied how he seemed to dominate conversations without saying a word and how he had just blurted out his decision. He was taking mental notes to do the same. ?Can I ask what made your decision??

?Well, your wife I assume has a little more experience than Jamie. I plan on taking you up on that one hundred dollars thing so she can earn her Star.? He put his finger under Jamie?s chin and offered ?Don?t worry kiddo, I?ll rent you next weekend if you are still playing this game? and with that he walked out. He didn?t look back even though both girls offered a gentle ?Goodbye Sir? as he let himself out the front door.

Wendy found herself turning red with embarrassment and hoping no one noticed. She had known her sister dated him and always been polite and friendly to him, but unlike the joy she took in pulling Mrs. Waxerman?s strings she was feeling deeply ashamed of what he just saw and the fact she was aroused from her daughter?s ?clean up?. A part of her wondered if he still had contact with her sister, and a part of her told her to stop worrying about all the possible things that could go wrong and think about her immediate problems. She had worked so hard to keep Jamie out of the deeply sexual aspects of this and now she had agreed to it almost casually. This was a lot to process.

?Ass Face, get your mouth off your mother?s cunt and look up at me.? Bill pulled his daughter by the hair to tilt her head up. She looked so cute and innocent, her chin glistening with slick honey-like syrup and her mother?s musky cum. ?You are going to be a good doggy, and be obedient if I have to stick you outside because you got kicked out of school??

?Yes Sir, I?ll be good.? He pat her head and she smiled sweetly.

?You might be petted and shown affection,? Bill stroked her hair as he continued and then abruptly yanked her by it roughly, ?Or you might be treated roughly, but Roscoe always offers unconditional love, you understand that??

?Yes Sir, I will try to be a good puppy for you if I get kicked out of school.? She sounded like she was trying to convince herself as much as she was her father as she envisioned herself outside on all fours, panting in the dog house all day long. The mental image was very surreal in her mind, but it was starting to take shape how serious her dad and brother were about it.

?I know you two cunts had your heart set on a yard sale. I thought about it and you?ve already shown your ass to all our neighbors on the block yesterday. I had to ask myself, why let you off that easily? You will have a whole new crowd at the flea market who haven?t seen those fat bubble butts of yours and we?ll have a lot more potential customers so we can get rid of all this shit that has just been collecting dust here for years.? Bill motioned around at most of the things that decorated their home.

Chris was hooking the two of them to their new goat milker. They had purchased this double-milker on Friday night. They had, for the last week, been milking themselves with a light weight plastic device that Jamie had bought at Baby?s R? Us back when she had control over her father and brother for use in some humiliation game. She hadn?t actually used it on them but she assumed her mother might have.

Bill and Chris had also made them tug and twerk their own nipples and each other?s several times a day to simulate milking a cow. It hadn?t produced a single drop of milk, but it had managed to make their nipples hard and sore, and with the piercings it had become intensely arousing at times.

Wendy and Jamie assumed the guys weren?t actually serious about making them give milk. They just liked to tease them and this was one of a dozen ways they could turn the usually very beneficial quality of having tits from being able to use them to get attention/what you want, into being a humiliating and painful experience.

However, this morning the Udderly E-Z? Goat Milker looked very daunting. A long stainless steel rod with a place for the hoses to attach and it made a much louder sound than the simple breast feeding pumps they had been using ever did.

Chris had them on all fours waiting like cows to be milked and was taking his time about placing one of the many suction cups onto their nipples.

?I am tired of waiting, why won?t these whores give milk?? Bill was impatient as he walked around the living room. He was digging through some of the other items he bought at the porn megastore and found two spreader gags, metal ovals that held the mouth open, attached to leather straps. He quickly began gagging his wife and then moved to his daughter standing behind both of them.

Wendy found it amusing that Bill had such little knowledge of women?s anatomy that he thought they could give milk without being pregnant and while on birth control. She let him have his fantasies and she knew this had something to do with her new nickname being ?cow tits? and went along with it. She didn?t realize that there were in fact ways that lactation could be induced, whether using drugs designed for that purpose or using the proper natural techniques, something that adoptive mothers do frequently.

When Chris put the plastic suction cup on her nipple it really didn?t feel unpleasant at all. She could see why an industrial goat milker would be in a porn store for ?enthusiasts?. The constant sucking was like a vaccum cleaner except with rhythm. She could tell from the shape of the ?optional? suction cups that the company knew there was another use for their milker because one of them was shaped perfectly to fit over a crotch.

She let herself tune out what was being said around her while the two pumps began to chug-chug-chug and slurp on her nipples. She smiled over at her daughter who was getting the same treatment but she was in the process of tuning out everything and letting herself experience this contraption.

Bill and Chris were walking around the house pointing out things that she and her daughter would no doubt have to box and load into the truck to be sold. Many of these she had carefully selected to fit into her decorative theme for the living room at Pier One and Bed, Bath and Beyond for probably far more than they would make selling them at some flea market.

She started to feel her throat get dry as she let the thoughts and worries about what would happen at the flea market or when she was delivered to Van Pewterschmidt?s door. She did have an image of herself wrapped in a big red bow and nothing else, but she started to let even those fragments of dirty thoughts go from her mind as the thrumming of the milker got louder in her head and began to block everything else completely out.

This was a kind of zen relaxation to her. She was starting to feel completely at one with her senses. They were electrified from the tugging and the cold air in the living room on her naked body. It was causing her to feel very aroused and at the same time very at peace. She started to think of herself as mother earth giving birth to a new life and giving it nutrients, there was something primal going on in her mind and she wasn?t going to overthink it.

~SLAP!!!!!!!!!!~ She was jostled out of her trance like state by a very hard slap on her bare ass. She was about to say something funny over her shoulder about ?Aww, five more minutes please?? when she noticed that the tubes attached to her nipples had a white milky substance in them. Her eyes grew wide in recognition, had she begun to lactate.

?Stop sleeping Cow Tits!? Bill slapped her ass again.

Wendy went to answer and could only manage an ?Acckkkk?, she had completely forgotten her mouth had been wired wide open with the gag and all she could manage was to deliver more drool down her chin as she attempted to answer him.

?Aww, did you have something to say Cow Tits? Was it Mooo?? Her son was laughing over her as she looked up, in what felt like a humiliating slow motion. She turned her head to see that Jamie was on her back wriggling in spasms with the same milky white liquid pumping out of the tube attached to her tits. There wasn?t a lot and it looked a little like cum with a yellowish hew, but it was in the tube.?

?Finally, that Reglan worked.? Bill explained that every day they had been giving the girls, so called vitamins along with their birth control. This was supposedly to offset the poor diet they were permitted to eat so the girls got a little nutrition along with the hot dogs and scraps they ate. But in reality, they were a lactation inducing drug.

?Gerald?s Dad is a pharmacist, so we had him get a hold of some Domperidone and Reglan.? Chris was smiling as if this was an everyday kind of prank and there shouldn?t be any hard feelings.

Wendy wanted to scream but all she could manage was another pathetic ?Acckkkk? as her tongue flailed around inside a mouth she couldn?t close.

?Okay, if you insist.? Chris unzipped his pants as if he were complying with his mother requesting he stuff his cock into her mouth.

?It is a pretty sight to see women who can?t talk isn?t it, Son?? Bill stood nearby watching his daughter writhe on the floor in ecstasy while his son fed his dick into his mother?s gagged throat.

Chris ignored the desire to correct his dad, it would be good to HEAR women who can?t talk and commented on his mother?s gag reflex (or relative lack of one). ?Mom is definitely a better cock sucker, Sorry Ass Face?. If Jamie heard him she didn?t let on, she was in the throes of an impossible orgasm brought on by the constant teasing of her nipples by the machine and the state of her body. They were letting her masturbate without stopping her because they were enjoying the show she put on. Bill smiled because there was time to punish her later for masturbating without permission anyway.

Chris turned off the suction and Wendy felt the blood rushing out of her swollen and engorged tits immediately.

?See Dad, I told you. We just weren?t doing it often enough and those other pumps just didn?t have enough power?.

Bill nodded in agreement as his son collected what they were also calling ?slut squeezins?. There was barely enough breast milk to fill two shot glasses between the girls. The long clear tubes on the pump had made it seem like there was much more of the sour white liquid.

?What should we do with it?? Chris asked his father

?You want to drink it?? Bill answered with a grin.

?Not particularly. Didn?t I get enough as a baby??

?I don?t think your mom breast fed you and she didn?t have those silicon jugs back then. I think it was Enfamil for you.? Bill added ?Hey don?t blame me, I told her to breast feed ya.?

Jamie and Wendy could only listen with their mouths held open by their gags. Jamie had stopped writhing in orgasmic lust but her tongue was still wagging as she panted and tried to catch her breath, her chest heaving and rising while she calmed down.

?Unless you want to save it to put on your Wheaties, have them both drink each other?s and let?s get them dressed so they can load up the truck.? Bill was in a hurry and he didn?t want to stand on ceremony or ritual this morning.

?You know I don?t eat Wheaties.? Chris smirked as he ungagged his sister and mother and let them each down a shot of each other?s tit juice. ?Well how is it??

Jamie tried not to make a face but said, ?Kind of bitter, Sir.?

?Your mom?s silicon tits are bitter? That is a shock.? Bill was waiting for Wendy?s response next so he could make fun of it the same way.

Wendy wasn?t sure if she should explode and go off on them. A huge part of her wanted to be furious about sneaking them pills that were supposed to be vitamin supplements. She didn?t know what the side effects might be or how long the leaky nipples would last for and all of this made her angry. Wendy also had begun accepting the submissive attitude that they had been training into her. She didn?t want to admit it to herself and would often tell herself she is just humoring Bill and Chris to get through this and make it so they would take it easier on Jamie by being compliant.

?Can I ask, what are the side effects of these pills? How long does it last??

?Relax cow tits, I knew you?d ask that.? He had already printed off a WebMD report that showed he had researched it. It naturally had all the rare side effects that could happen and warnings to stop taking it if you have tremors. This wasn?t too different from any medicine in their cabinet. They all had to warn you to consult a physician even Tylenol.

Wendy was surprised Bill had taken the time to print it off for her. ?You guys can stop taking it after your education is up if you want too. I suppose we should have told you about it, but I wasn?t sure it would work and I didn?t want you saying I was an idiot when it didn?t produce any results.? Bill sounded genuinely sincere in his explanation.

Wendy wanted to scream ?Don?t you think I?d want to know about something that would make me spout milk?? She hadn?t breastfed either of the kids because at the time of their birth it just interfered with her new career and Enfamil was so much more convenient. Her breasts had been sore for about a week after their birth but when nothing suckled on them, the soreness (and the ability to give milk) just slowly disappeared as if by nature?s intention.

?Just like you milked us, now we can milk you and creamy white stuff comes out the same way!? Chris sounded delighted as he reminded his mom about how she used to make the two of them masturbate in mason jars to keep them from getting too horny around the house. She took a deep breath to consider this new development.

She didn?t have much time to think about it before being expected to get up and put on clothes grabbed from the cardboard ?Slut Box? in the living room. She got a purple striped mini-skirt and green tube top with buckled heels. Her daughter was in a pink micro mini skirt and half-shirt that had a faded Maddona ?Justify My Love 94? on the front and high heeled saddle shoes.

Once dressed the girls were directed to start loading boxes and bringing them out to the truck. Bill made a big show about putting things that might have some emotional significance for sale ? Photo albums, trophies, mirrors, paintings. They had gutted Jamie?s room of almost everything she owned when the training began. All the frilly doily?s and girly stuff she had, all her stuffed animals and things she was probably too old to have but most teenage girls held on too. That stuff was taken from the garage out to the truck.

It was still early enough that the morning dew was still on the grass as they hustled to load up things Bill felt the family could do without. He threatened to gag both of them if either one voiced a concern about anything going to the flea market. To their credit, they stoically let it all go and didn?t voice one concern.

Bill wondered if they were really becoming less materialistic or they were just trying to make him feel like a bad guy for being the one to insist they sell twenty years? worth of accumulated family ?stuff?. He would periodically remind them ?This is so we can make our house, car and insurance payments?. He wondered if some of the things he was saying was to convince himself. ?It is just stuff?.

He decided at the very end to have them load the old computer into the truck. ?I am sorry Son, I was really looking forward to playing games with you.? Bill had bought a brand new computer rig because the two shared a common interest in multi-player games like World of Warcraft and Halo.

?That is okay dad, we ARE playing games together, slut games!?

Bill liked the sound of the sound of that, and with a wink he turned back around to start hustling the girls to finish loading the truck for him ?feeling like a cowboy trying to get the cattle to move it on a long cattle drive. He was proud of his son and for that matter his wife and daughter for sticking to their deal.