Chapter 60

Savannah and Misty seemed close enough that they could communicate non-verbally with a few looks. There were times I felt that way with my daughter when we were tied up during the Pop the Booty game.

Misty and her sister could communicate non-verbally rather quickly. That was a skill they probably developed from the street smarts needed to keep safe during the encounters with customers negotiating for sex.

I wasn’t sure how to read their expressions, but I knew they were both doing it when they looked at one another in the car.

“Don’t forget that Daddy doesn’t want you to use the name Julie when you visit. You’ll have to think of something better. Don’t ask me because I’ll name you Ham Pocket,” Misty said.

Julie was watching the road, and she sighed before acknowledging the instructions to think of a better name. Ham Pocket had been something her little brother called me once. It was definitely humiliating because he obviously meant my pussy was like a warm pocket made of ham.

“Having second thoughts about coming back?” Misty asked my daughter knowingly. I wouldn’t have blamed Julie if she was having doubts now about the deal she had just made with their father.

“Not really, I am still processing it all, my ass still stings. You really made your mom ride in the trunk?”

“Yeah, Daddy does it all the time.”

“Do they not love each other?” Dewey asked. Savannah and Misty both chuckled and told him that he loved her a lot less after she betrayed him a few months ago with her boyfriend behind his back and stole his car. It was a long and convoluted story that took up most of the trip to the middle school.

Savannah waved at us and smiled like we were old friends as she rushed off to school. She pulled her panties up under her skirt, and dashed off. If you didn’t know she worked as a prostitute, you would assume she was just an ordinary, simple country girl.

Savannah said goodbye to her sister, and they waved at each other. I heard Misty say “Cunt” under her breath though as she rolled up the window. I wasn’t sure if she meant that affectionately or if they were all smiles together but daggers when they were talking behind each other’s backs. Misty didn’t say another word about Savannah when we continued toward the high school.

“We have room in the back. May I stop and allow your mom to get out of the trunk?” Julie asked Misty. My daughter didn’t express concern or beg for mercy on Crabby’s behalf. I think it was the smarter play to act like it was not that big of a deal and just that it may be time to let Crabby out.

“Nope, she can handle it. She’s a tough cunt. I told you when you signed up for this. In our house, slits and tits are expected to fuck and earn. If we don’t, we face consequences. Do you think this is the first time ANY of us haven’t ridden in the back of a trunk or walked barefoot down a hot road? My mom would do the same to me if the shoe was on the other foot.”

I didn’t doubt that.

I was now the only one in the backseat nude. There was enough room for me to sit down in the back between my two sons.

“Crabby would tell me it would toughen me up and make me a better competitor in the Breeder games. She’d be right, but I would hate it. It’s not going to kill her to be back there – there are air holes in the trunk, and it’s not that hot out yet. You didn’t believe me. You think this is a game to my Daddy, and you can make rules. I am a whore like my mom, and if I fucked up like she did, she’d have me screaming in the trunk just like she probably is.”

“You are capable of doing anything you want with your life, Misty. You are smart. You are NOT just a slit and tits,” Julie started to say. Misty ordered her to take her Randy out of her purse and shove it down her throat. My daughter did that and drove to school in silence.

“One good thing about being the boss is I won’t have to hear any positive rah-rah Ms. Collins pep talk when you come visit. I don’t want to hear any of that girl power bullshit anymore. Daddy owns your ass when you are at our house, just like he owns mine. Do you both understand that?”

Julie nodded yes.

“You ASKED me to be your boss, so don’t be mad at me if your little too-too hurts when you go poo-poo,” Misty used a baby voice to ridicule my daughter for saying her ass still stung.

Once we pulled into the parking lot, Misty was affable and smiled. “Okay, no hard feelings, right?”

“None,” Julie agreed warmly.

We let her mother out of the trunk. Crabby made a dramatic exit from the trunk and feigned injury but Misty twisted her mother’s nipple and told her to “Cut the shit.”

Dewey and Reese walked with Julie and I through the parking lot. Oddly, Misty and her mother went around some other cars and were out of earshot.

“Why did you agree to this deal, Julie?” was the first question both of her brothers wanted to know.

“I wanted to experience being a sex worker. I think it will make me a better Trainer to have a boss I have to answer to so I can know how it feels. I let you guys boss me around at home and play Pop the Booty with me, and then if I say the secret B-word that shall go unspoken (banana), I give you an hour of my time to let you do almost anything to be me. How was this so different?”

Julie seemed largely ambivalent about her choice.

“Well, for one, they seem like raging sociopaths,” Reese observed.

“Why did you tell their Dad that you wanted THEM to be bosses and not us,” Reese asked about choosing Savannah and Misty.

“You didn’t seem like you wanted to be there, and you were just doing me a favor by coming. I didn’t want to drag you out anytime I want to go over to their house, and I was certain Dad would get pissed if we left him home alone all the time.”

Those were genuinely excellent points that I had not considered. This would be a huge time commitment and cut into the guy’s free time. The biggest issue was really that Jim would feel isolated and left out.

I followed my daughter with my hands crossed behind my back. Julie occasionally led me by the leather strap around my neck. Despite the dressing down she received that morning, Julie had her chin up and smiled as she approached the Request Booth. It wasn’t manned.

“Do you think we have time to work a few requests? There is no one at the booth?” Julie asked herself rhetorically as she checked her phone and realized we only had five minutes to get through the metal detector. She wasn’t actually asking me for advice, which is a good thing because I had pretty much lost all concept of time without a cell phone or watch.

“You went through hell this morning, and you still want to do requests?” Reese asked.

“You betcha,” Julie said eagerly.

“Did you get hypnotized into a mega slut that says ‘You Betcha’ anytime anyone asks if you want to do something?” Dewey asked with a snicker.

Julie laughed and said that might be a possibility, but she was clearly joking. “Look, this is my last year in High School. I am going to college in the Program. That means I probably have to do far more than they will teach in High School. I never had an enema before. It was an eye-opener! I am sorry you guys had to smell my farty backdoor. It was far more disgusting smelling my own, than smelling Piggy’s back wash.”

“I have never seen that much poop,” Dewey said and reminded us all that they left that brown bucket out on their front porch step and didn’t empty it. We shuddered.

“Sis, we were just a little intimidated last night. You told us we could be your boss, but Misty kept telling us how things should go, and we’ve never done that before. You should have given us a chance to figure it out!” Reese added.

“I really appreciate that, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized I was just following what Misty and Savannah did, anyway. We’ll be fine. You guys have lived, and three or four days a week is way too much for you to give up. It’s not a game there like Pop the Booty. There is no Banana to get out of jail free card when I finally reach my limit. You can still give me Requests around the house, though. The next time we go, I’ll bring an overnight bag with some clean razors, shaving gel, and probably a first aid kit.”

“Get a tetanus shot,” Dewey added half-jokingly.

“They want to make money, so they aren’t going to do anything permanent to us, Dewey. I appreciate you both being concerned, but I feel like one night would never be enough to know how it feels to be a sex worker.”

“You technically weren’t because you didn’t get paid,” Dewey added pedantically.

“I donated our salary to the girls. It’s different,” Julie pointed out. She seemed entirely unaffected by how hard things had been on her. I felt bad for Julie. I could handle that rough stuff, but she couldn’t.

“Did you ever think that Mom didn’t consent to serve THEM and that they tied her up and were treating her like Crabby?” Reese asked. I didn’t want my sons to feel bad for ME. The last thing that I wanted them to do was feel guilty over what I had agreed to do.

“You guys tie up Piggy all the time,” Julie said as she entered the long line of students awaiting the metal detector. Most people had clothes on. “Piggy doesn’t consent to that, because she consented to do what I tell her, and I told her that if you guys want to tie her up at home then you can as long as you do it safely.”

The guy passed the metal detector over her and found nothing. I wondered what he thought she might be smuggling. He overheard Julie talking about my sons tying me up, arched an eyebrow in amusement and then ran the wand around my naked body to pass me through next.

“Yeah, but that’s with you supervising, and you are in charge. What are you going to do when you are tied up, too?” Dewey added with concern.

“You’ve tied us both up. You tie us up every night for Pop the Booty,” Julie said that she would rethink if the Gibbons overstepped their boundaries.

“Julie, that guy said you don’t quit, and the boundaries are whatever he says they are,” Dewey reminded his sister.

She smiled and said that she might but that she wanted to try it a few more times first. “I will be honest with you. It was hard and a little embarrassing with you there. I could tell you were worried about me, but nothing they did really scared me. I can’t ask you guys to go with me every time and just sit there outside with Misty and her sister. You have your own things to do, and as soon as Brunna decides she likes Dewey, he’s going to want to go over to her house and not go to a whore house to babysit us.”

The guys accepted that.

“Did you enjoy it?” Dewey asked.

“I am not sure. I was curious, but it wasn’t about getting my rocks off. When I entered the Program, it was with the understanding that Requests like double-fudge are for someone else’s edification and not about my own sexual pleasure.”

Dewey and Reese also accepted that Julie hadn’t quite made up her mind about what she got out of the experience.

“As far as Piggy is concerned, I’ve always got her best interests at heart, and I know she can take it, can’t you Piggly-Wiggly?” she patted my head and smacked my butt as we walked through the crowded hallways with my sons.

“Yes, Miss Julie!”

“Good, I missed hearing you call me Miss Julie. You mustn’t forget I am really your boss, and when we go over to Misty’s house, they have different rules, so you can’t call me that,” Julie talked down to me like Misty in a sarcastic baby voice and squeezed my chin and nose.

“Yes, Ma’am! I know. May I address Dewey and Reese?”

“You don’t have a dick or a dildo in your mouth, so talk freely, but we have to hurry, or we’ll be late for our Erotic Fiction class,” Julie said. I smiled broadly.

“It’s really admirable that you want to protect your sister. I just wanted to tell you not to ask if I consented to this. Miss Julie OWNS me until the end of the Program, and I belong to her. I consented to that, and she can put others in charge of me. That’s why she lets you walk me on a leash around the neighborhood, and tell me what to do at home,” I said. Julie started to drag me away by my lead as I blew a kiss to both of my sons and said that I loved them. We had to go in a different direction to get to our class.

“Good job, Piggy! I LOVED hearing you admit that I own you. That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you tell anyone that. I came to you in private because I was afraid you might not agree, and that would undermine the way others see our relationship,” she said.

“I’ve been thinking about that conversation we had a long time, and you own me. That’s a given. The part that I struggle with is I didn’t peg you as a submissive. You are very giving of your time and charitable, but you are strong-willed and have equally strong opinions, Ma’am. You seem to casually just accept Misty and Savannah as your boss even though we barely know them.”

“Questioning my decisions?” Julie asked sternly. I shouldn’t have been doing that, and I recoiled in shock as soon as I realized that was exactly what I had done.

“In my NIS Portal homework, I recently read a transformative article on establishing dominance in a relationship, and it talks about that point when the submissive partner begins to question decisions and how to handle it.”

“What does it say?” I asked.

“It says to be transparent, but don’t allow the constant back seat driving because it’s a sign that your confidence in me is slipping,” Julie summarized.

“Never! I think you’ve gone beyond all my expectations of what you were capable of doing. I just don’t understand why YOU would give up authority over YOURSELF. I totally understand testing my ability to follow orders even when you delegate authority. I would have understood if you gave me to Timmy and Tommy and told them to treat me like their mom last night. I don’t know why you’d let them degrade you, walk all over you, and even tell you where to drive.”

My daughter didn’t respond at first. We had arrived at her first class.

She calls it “our classes” because I am usually with her. However, I really have no say or input in classes except sometimes to appear as a training dummy or serve as a human canvas for painting.

“I am sure that Dewey, My REAL Daddy, and Reese all asked the same questions about you. They probably wondered why you would let me control you and walk all over you and drive your car,” she said as she took her seat. I squatted down by her feet.

That was a fair point, and Jim had certainly made it clear that he didn’t understand why I would agree to participate in the Program. I didn’t see myself as a smart, charismatic self-starter like my daughter. She always believed in female equality and equity even before she was in the Program. There were many family dinners where she argued with her brothers or father about the concept that women were equal and should hold leadership roles in society.

I had so many reasons why my choice to become a Breeder was a different scenario that I wanted to tell my daughter. The first big reason was that I could trust her, and she barely knew Misty. The second was that I don’t have the capacity to be a dominant like her or my mom, so there was no other role that was suitable for me in this Program. My daughter inserted my Randy into my mouth length wise to signal that the conversation was over.

That morning, they were studying the works of early erotic fiction. Today, they were studying the novel Justine by Marquis de Sade. It tells the story of a young maiden who embarks on a quest for virtue and is repeatedly forced to submit to the men she meets and become a sex slave. Julie had to write an alternate version of the final chapter.

“Justine” is a bleak exploration of the battle between virtue and vice, with Justine embodying innocence and purity. Her continuous suffering and the eventual triumph of vice.

Chapter 1: Introduction and Early Life.

In the original story, Justine and her sister Juliette were orphaned at a young age. Juliette chose a life of vice and prospered, while Justine strove to remain virtuous despite her circumstances. Justine’s attempts to find honest work led her to various employers who abused and exploited her.

Justine sought refuge in a monastery, hoping to find solace. However, the monks were depraved and subjected her to severe abuse. She narrowly escaped their clutches, only to be met with further misfortune.

Then, Justine fell into the hands of a bandit named Roland. Despite her pleas for mercy, Roland and his gang subjected her to cruelty and degradation. She managed to escape but was left scarred by the experience.

Justine found herself employed by a seemingly kind nobleman. However, he, too, harbored dark intentions and subjected her to his sadistic whims. Once again, she escaped, maintaining her commitment to virtue.

In her quest for safety, Justine encountered an alchemist who promised protection. However, he used her for his experiments, leading to further suffering. Justine’s belief in the goodness of people was continually tested.

Justine sought justice for the wrongs done to her and appealed to a judge. Unfortunately, the judge was corrupt and manipulated the legal system to further victimize her. Her faith in justice was shattered.

Desperate, Justine turned to a priest for help, believing him to be a man of God. However, the priest was hypocritical and exploited her for his own perverse desires. Justine’s disillusionment with religious authority grew.

Justine found temporary refuge with an apothecary who seemed to offer genuine kindness. Her reprieve was short-lived, as she was soon betrayed and subjected to more abuse. Her resilience was tested to its limits.

In the final and tragic chapter, Despite enduring relentless suffering, Justine remained steadfast in her virtue. In a final act of defiance, she escaped Roland after he returned and wanted her to degrade and humiliate herself for him, but she ultimately died.

In my daughter’s version, I felt like she wrote a little of my own personality into Justine. She persevered in silence, often with a smile. Justin turned herself over to bandits and embraced life as a camp follower and embraced a decadent life fucking in the wilderness and living with the depraved bandits. Julie allowed me to read it while I was sitting in her second-period class.

I had to keep the dildo in my mouth and stare down at her handwritten papers between my feet. C.R. was quite jealous and gave me the evil eye the entire time because, technically, we aren’t allowed to read anything or distract students during lectures unless the instructor or our Trainer tells us to do something.

Every day, we go to the workshop with Ms. Collins after the second period. However, there were a few times that Jen wanted just the Trainers to attend. Today, she provided instructions on how to be an effective Trainer, set expectations, establish consequences, set short- and long-term goals, and respond to common problems such as a “Bratty” Breeder.

I know that because I saw what was on the board when I walked into the workshop only to be told that I was needed at the library.

Doctor Randy brought us to the library, where he gave us an assignment to put books back on the shelf. Once we finished that simple assignment, he had nothing else to do with us. He could have let us rest.

Instead, he stood us in the middle of the library and made us hold six heavy books over our heads while people gawked at us like statues. He laughed when Crabby asked him what the point of this exercise was and said that it was to bring awareness to the books on the shelves.

I didn’t believe him, and Crabby didn’t either, but none of us complained or refused to do what we were told...