Chapter 66

SATURDAY OCTOBER 19th, 2047 –CLOSE TO MIDNIGHT

That first day of new rules was exhilarating. Julie shocked me with her desire to try a male-led household. I could see how excited Jim was to implement it and that made me happy. I was afraid he’d be so angry that we were whores he’d divorce me. He was talking about making me earn money on vacations we were going to take after this was all over and that thrilled me! It was such an adventure.

I didn’t mind fucking anyone, in fact, I craved it. If it had a dick, I wanted it. I didn’t mind pussy either, even eating my daughter’s cum filled pussy after she just sat on a dick until it exploded.

Reese and Dewey enjoyed having fewer restrictions, but none seemed to be going overboard.

The Pop the Booty game had been intense. We were written on like total whores and had to offer our bodies to anyone that wanted them as a consequence of losing. It should have been deeply degrading, and it was, but it was also fucking hot.

Julie wouldn’t stop talking about how clever the guys were for tricking her by throwing a fake pile of ants on her during the game. We didn’t have a lot of time to talk to one another because Jim whipped our asses with a riding crop and made us scream “FREE PUSSY! FREE ASS, FREE BLOWJOBS!! COME AND GET IT!” over and over until we were hoarse.

I fucked the paperboy; I fucked a 75-year-old man I’ve known since I was a little girl if you can believe it. I ate a fat woman’s pussy right in the middle of the street because she didn’t care who saw her.

Some of them ushered us into their homes, and Jim waited outside. Most took us behind buildings, bushes, or trash cans and slipped their dicks in us. It felt like cheating, but Jim was constantly encouraging it.

Julie seemed to thrive on the male-led aspect of her relationship with her father. Jim smacked her butt hard, pulled her hair, even choked her and slapped her face once.

I believe her father was testing her to see if she’d tell him to cut it out and stop playing so rough. She smiled and went along with it. I know a father shouldn’t choke his daughter while he gives her pussy away in the neighborhood, but it was entirely consensual, and Julie said she was gaining new insights.

“Stop talking like your shit doesn’t stink and you are some uppity feminist! You are a dumb bimbo; that’s what you asked for, right?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

It had taken us most of the evening to find 20 volunteers to fuck. I had to beg to blow people I’d known for years before I joined the Program. Many of them knew me as the smiling and shy housewife who wore baggy sweaters and sweatpants.

I even fucked a guy who I used to know back in high school, who said he always wanted to fuck me in the ass.

We were behind the trash cans near his house. He didn’t want his wife or neighbors to see us. I didn’t mind. She was a friend of mine, but if he wanted to cheat on her with me, that’s his choice. I probably shouldn’t have done it, but I felt like I couldn’t say no to anyone, and we were trying to finish before midnight.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck that big ass of yours,” he said as he slipped his cock in my pussy.

“Go ahead and do it then,” I told him, and I even spread my ass while he mounted me next to the curb behind his trash cans to make it easy for him to fuck me. He seemed like he was scared to mount me and nervous.

“Just like that, Brittany? Are you sure?”

I smiled broadly and told him that I have to answer to the name Piggy now. It sounded like a lie, but it was true. “I am sure, you can fuck me anyway you want; how is this?”

“You aren’t a pig; you are hot! I had no idea you had such a nice body!”

“Now I know you are a liar, or you need an eye exam,” I teased and guided his dick into my back hole. He asked if I wanted lube. “That’s up to you, I am used to getting rammed in the backdoor.”

He popped his cork and slapped me on the ass and said that I fulfilled a dream he’s had since high school. I couldn’t believe anyone would hold a candle for me. I was shy back in high school, and very few boys ever spoke to me. I met Jim there and married him right after, but I never really dated.

Now, I was getting fucked nightly and loving it.

My husband and sons were ready to fuck again when we got home from walking the neighborhood offering blowjobs and sex to total strangers after we both lost the Pop the Booty game. We were covered in cum, sweat, and stank of sex, but the guys wanted us anyway.

The guys didn’t ask; there were no ‘reasonable requests’ any longer at home. They just fucked us whether we wanted it or not. I wanted it, though. I was insatiable after walking the streets giving my body to anyone who wanted to take a poke. I was flattered that they wanted me after every nasty thing that I had done.

Jim had seen or at least known about each and every one of the men that had me that night.

Reese took me from behind and fucked my pussy, and I begged him to cum inside me. Julie took Dewey from behind while sucking on her father’s dick in what they called the Rowboat position because Dewey was in the back and Jim was in the front fucking her like they were rowing a boat.

Once they came inside me, they didn’t let me rest, or even clean my asshole and pussy out. They didn’t hose me down. Julie was treated the same way, going to bed with markers all over her body just like me.

She had explicitly asked not to have a magic marker used on her, but after the Gibbons visit she didn’t seem to mind. I wasn’t sure what people would think of her at school. I think Julie had become a little cock-crazy, because she was smiling the entire time with a dumbfounded expression.

The guys ordered me to lie down in the cage on my back. I was way too big to stretch out all the way. They made me lift my knees up and hold them apart. Julie had to lie on top of me facing the opposite direction so her cummy pussy dripped on my face all night. Then they tied our hands to the bars and our feet to the bars so we couldn’t move.

I’d never been really caged before. It was not fun. Let me tell you, it was not a way that you wanted to sleep. I couldn’t sleep at first.

Jim and the boys snapped some photos, teased us, and then turned out the light on us like we were furniture to be left in the living room until morning and went to their respective rooms. Reese had already moved into the larger room, but not all of his stuff was there.

“While you are down there,” Julie giggled quietly as she wiggled her pussy. I tried to lick her pussy, but my tongue was not long enough.

“Damnit, very frustrating to be tied up. Did you have an orgasm today?”

“No, but I enjoyed it. I like being tied up,” I admitted with a snicker. It was strange they bothered to tie us up. The cage didn’t allow us to move around freely anyway. It seemed almost redundant.

“You are a nasty whore; you SHOULD enjoy it. I think I had an orgasm in the park with that one guy with the braids and then again at home with Dewey. I like tiny penises. I didn’t think I would, but he really hit my spot and gave me a freaky orgasm. I wanted to learn about sex work and male-led relationships. I thought they may be about inflicting misery and degradation, but I haven’t been this sexually satisfied in a while.”

“You know there is no changing your mind about this now, right Pussy Pocket? There may be days you have to fuck a hundred duds who don’t hit your spot. Your pussy is an ATM, and for the right price, you will open it to any and all comers -big dicks, little dicks, black dicks, Mexican dicks, old dicks, ugly dicks, suck, fuck, and stop worrying about what you get out of it.”

“I know. I was not expecting to get turned on. I wanted to learn that submission means pleasing others, but I’ve been enjoying it, even the stuff that’s supposed to degrade me and put me in my place. I think we all have to get used to this arrangement first before we trust that no one is backing out, so no promises but right now, I have no intention to stop until College.”

“What helped me at first was realizing that Dewey and Reese had already seen me doing naughty things, so there was no undoing it and pretending I hadn’t.”

“Do you want to continue after I am gone?”

“I think so. They may not let me. I’m 38, I barely qualified.”

“You can just do it at home.”

“Yes, but they want to breed me because you got to breed me, and they want to show me off at school and be my Trainer there.”

“I think YOU want to be bred again and shown off.”

“I do, yes. It’s flattering that they both thought about it separately and argued about it. I am just not sure if I could handle it for three years in a row.”

“Just tell them if you don’t get accepted, they still keep you like this if that’s what you want. I think I’d like to try a female-dominated household after this. Do you think they’d let me try that with them one day?” she giggled. I felt her breath on my tummy.

“Doubtful!”

“Yeah, I should have started with that one,” Julie pretended she was giving her little speech in the morning to her brothers and dad. “I was thinking that we should try a female-led household. You’ll report to me and eat my pussy when I want, and I’ll be in control, and you can kiss my ass and suck the dried cum from between my toes after I’ve been over at the Gibbons house.”

“Good luck with that.”

We tried to sleep, but we couldn’t.

“Do you think in the morning we should tell them this can work over the weekend, but for school nights, you really need to sleep?”

“Dad will probably move the cage out in the yard if we do that. He’s really sort of taken to this idea more than I thought he would.”

“Your dad was raised to believe a woman’s place was in the house, not in the cage. I am not sure where all this came from. He’s never told me any bondage fantasies like this. We had a very basic love life before the Program.”

“You’re welcome,” Julie smiled and wiggled her pussy over me; droplets of piss and cum fell on my face.

“Today, when they pissed on you, you didn’t say banana. I thought that was a hard limit for you,” I said. I was no longer thinking of terms of limits for me. It really seemed like whatever Julie wanted was what I would do, and that was enough for me.

“Oh, not anymore; I got a huge taste of it at Misty’s house. I am officially a piss-drinking whore. Don’t tell Dad, or he’ll probably make sure that’s ALL I drink. It wasn’t great, but I can tolerate it. The Gibbons brothers decided to baptize me by dunking my head in their dirty toilet and make me kiss all the little poo poo stains because I was giving them attitude about how disgusting their bathroom was. I think I can handle it now; I definitely won’t give them attitude any longer.”

“You kissed poop stains?”

“Yeah, they didn’t make me eat a bar of shit or anything like that, but they did make me lift that big bucket of crap we left at their house and empty it in a canal in the backyard. They just made me dump on it a giant pile of their mother’s shit that was back there. It was gross. It was then that I started thinking about what life must be like for whoever it was that had to do that before I did. I figured out it was Misty and Savannah.”

Julie told me she can handle a little piss and shit. That shocked me to hear coming from her. “The Gibbons clean the cocks after they come out of their ass with their mouths, and I did too. Once I realized it wasn’t going to kill me, I just tried it. That’s the point of the Program. It’s a fetish for some. I learned I do not like it, but I can manage it. I used to think enemas were sort of torture and not much else. Now, I realize that for them it makes it much easier to fuck their butts, and less disgusting for the men. That’s why I signed up to get them from now on.”

Every time she spoke, I could feel her breath on my asshole and pussy and it made me hornier.

“I realized if they could do it, so could I. I think that’s part of the benefit of going over there. These are things I don’t think Dad, Reese, and Dewey are willing to do, and I can experiment.”

“I worried about you!” I assured her.

“I know you did, Mom! Don’t, though. I wanted to be made to lick the little poo-poo stains. I could have picked both of those scrawny fuckers up and launched them across the bathroom and kicked their asses like I did Dylan and Eric Pauzer. They pulled my hair, pulled my tits, and my nose and spit in my face, and kicked me, so I let them think they had control. I was fine.”

“Yeah, but Lou or Danny won’t be so easy to throw like you did those little bullies.”

“True, they aren’t interested in stuff like that. If you do what they tell you and earn, they leave you be. They just want money and order. They don’t want drama or arguments. If Misty and Savannah steal each other’s stuff, and Lou finds out, he beats them both with a rod. He doesn’t care who stole what.”

“Wow, that’s horrible.”

“That’s the way they live, Mom. They accept that’s the reality, and so they rarely let their arguments escalate to the point that Lou has to get involved.”

“You weren’t scared at all?”

“Mortified, I was terrified talking to everyone this morning about the new rules. I was worried I was biting off more than I could chew. I don’t have any regrets. This is fun. I kind of wish they had a Breeder- Program.”

“They may have one in college, you could sign up if you wanted to try it from that perspective.”

“That’s an idea! I could check into that. I still think I’d like to try a year in a female-led relationship, where the women rule and the men drool,” she laughed.

“I don’t. I’d hate being in charge of any of you. I kind of wish this was real, Julie.”

“What do you mean, real?”

“I mean, like if you and I are argued, Jim would take a big stick and shove it up our asses, so we don’t argue.”

“He probably would.”

“Yes, because we told him he could. What if ... no, it’s silly.”

“Tell me, or I am going to piss on you like a hurricane,” Julie insisted because I had piqued her curiosity.

“I mean, like, really real. My Mom said she and Dad don’t argue because she is in charge. My dad accepts it. They drive their car, pay their bills, and go to their parties like any normal couple, but he pays men to fuck her after she looks at the size of their cock to see if it’s big enough. That’s THEIR reality.”

“This is our reality, now.”

It dawned on me that my reality for months had been a nude Breeder subject in a high school Program. I had a moment of clarity, where I was terrified of how depraved I was acting and then it faded and I went back to enjoying the feel of breath on my asshole.

I worried that Julie wouldn’t like her reality, or be able to change it when she wanted.

“This reality feels more like a fantasy. It doesn’t feel real. Everything is so sexual now. I went from being a boring housewife to a total whore living in a cage in her own house and I can’t remember how that transformation happened. It’s like you said, you could launch those boys across the room. I could crush Jim, Dewey, and Reese if they pissed me off and squash them with my tits. I am a big girl. I could move and leave and never come back. I like serving them though. I like the male-led household, it feels natural. I should feel like escaping, but I want it more now. I don’t know how to explain it. I’d like it to be something that it isn’t that’s why I said I couldn’t explain. Forget I said anything.”

“Tell them tomorrow that you want it to be permanent for you and that you truly believe you are a cock sucking whore, nothing but a life support for a pussy, a shit box connected to a mouth for eating jizz and manipulating men, two fat titties, and some big butt cheeks and ask them to treat you more like Crystal?”

“Oh god,” I realized that was kind of what I wanted. “I have only done this for one day, Julie. I mean Ham Pocket. I could just be excited about the adventure and talking out of my ass.”

“You’ve been my Breeder since August, and you thrive this way. I think you should just be honest. That’s what I did. I asked for what I wanted, and they agreed.”

“I don’t know if I could eat garbage and have a Coke can shoved up my ass.”

“Is that what you want?”

“I don’t know, I guess not. I don’t know what to think,” I admitted.

“You already eat table scraps, which is what the Gibbons give their mother. You already have huge things shoved up your ass; she’s a size queen and can take it. You’ll get there. You are as tough as Crabby. Dad and my brothers just aren’t as cruel as they are to Crabby because you never fucked anyone over. Tell Dad you can’t be humiliated or embarrassed anymore and that you’d like to stay this way if that is what you want. I am learning you just have to ask for things you want even if they terrify you. If you like living this way, tell him you won’t ever be returning to retain any parental authority because your sons are old enough to boss you around and fuck the shit out of you. You want to be owned by the three of them, and you want to be more of a pet, not a wife.”

“I am proud to be Jim’s wife. Is this what YOU want me to do?” I asked. I wasn’t sure I could tell the guys that. I felt like a part of me wanted to live that way. I was afraid to lose the ability to return to the old me, even if I didn’t want to return and I couldn’t reconcile that in my head.

“No, I am giving you advice as your friend, daughter and fellow slut. If you want it to be real, make it real. Tell them your fantasies and let them make it real.”

“Do you want things that rough?” I changed the topic back to Julie.

“I would like to try it, but I don’t want to live this way permanently right now. Dad and my brothers know I don’t believe I am a dumb bimbo, and they know that I don’t truly believe in male superiority. It would probably sound empty coming from me if I told them I’ll live this way. I am just trying to enjoy the experience and learn all I can from it.”

“I wish that I had raised you to believe in it,” I said, although I instantly regretted saying it because that sounded terrible. I don’t even know why I had, but I meant what I said.

There was a long pause. I wasn’t sure if I pissed off my daughter.

“My Mom said she fantasized about me when I was your age. She said she wished she knew I liked being submissive, and she would have spanked me,” I tried to explain my rationale for saying what I had, but even that wasn’t entirely true. I just wished Julie and I were treated like human pets by Jim and my sons.

It sounds crazy, but I was starting to convince myself that should be the goal of women.

“I was there, I remember when grandma said it,” Julie replied, she had overheard at the birthday party.

“I have never sexually fantasized about you until we started this together, but I kind of wish you and I were really here because Jim and the guys thought we belonged here. Jim was flattered and pleased we brought him McDonalds today. It was a nice gesture on my part. He knew that. He punished me anyway because it was fun, and I felt ashamed of myself for misbehaving, even though I hadn’t. I felt like he should ridicule me all the time even if I try to do good things. I am so confused by my feelings.”

“You want to live like Crabby and C.R and be treated like them, without doing the mean things they do?”

She was probably right. I was having trouble coming to that conclusion myself. A part of me wished the guys liked ridiculing me and locking me up because they wanted to teach me a lesson and put me in my place, but I never wanted to do all the things Tiffany and Misty’s mother did to earn that scorn.

It didn’t make sense.

“I am having trouble telling you because I know what I want, but I can’t say it.”

“You want what Crystal has. If she really did run off and get McDonald’s, she’d get it for herself and then give them the rest to her family to try to earn brownie points. She wouldn’t have been as selfless as you. You want Dad to treat you like he knows you stole some fries and then kick your butt?”

“NO!” I said a little too loudly. “I don’t want to be Crystal and hurt people, steal and lie. I like it when Jim says women are manipulative and lie because we do, but I don’t. Am I wrong to want him to be a little more...?”

“Meaner?”

“I guess, but that’s not the right word. I knew I wasn’t really in trouble when he punished us today. I didn’t feel about what I did, because I did it for them and they had fun. It wasn’t pleasant pooping the nuggets you didn’t eat back out, but it was missing something.”

“It was the first day, Mom. You did good; they did good. I think tomorrow you should tell them what you feel and see how it goes. I am going to try to sleep while I listen to your tummy gurgle and rumble.”

“Thanks for talking to me, Pussy Pocket.”

It still felt bizarre calling my daughter anything other than Miss Julie.

After about 10 minutes, she said, “Can’t sleep.” And woke up again.

“Me either,” I sighed.

“You really wanted to do this for real, huh? You are going to be sore in the morning! You might not feel that way after a few more nights in the cage. You have until tomorrow night to decide.”

“I know,” I sighed again. “I have already decided that you are my Trainer, and you could have put me in a cage anytime, but you didn’t.”

“I thought about it. I didn’t want to push you that hard. Now that I know what a freak you are, I think you belong in a cage even if we all back out of this male-led household thing.”

“Do you think that will happen?”

“I am happy, the guys are happy, you are happy. I think it’s happening. I am excited to learn something from this experience.”

“I would love to play with myself,” I changed the subject. I had something nagging me, and I wanted to ask my daughter about it while we were alone, but I was having trouble summoning the courage.

“Yeah, very frustrating. I can see why they tied up your hands so much. It makes you want to masturbate when you can’t masturbate,” Julie admitted.

“I have an unrelated question.”

“Ask me anything, Mom.”

“I am not your Mom, am I?”

“That’s your question?”

“No, that’s not it, but you keep calling me Mom in the cage. Am I your Mom?”

“Sure! In the cage, just be relaxed. I am not really a stickler for protocol. I have had rules about it in public and at school, and Its fun, but it can get boring after a while. I am used to calling you Mom and thinking of you as Mom, but while we are locked in here, just call me anything.”

“Yeah, but you said, or we said, that I am not a parent anymore. Do I have any right to call myself your Mom?”

“I popped out of your vagina, and I’ve partially crawled back in a few times, so you are my Mom. You have no authority over me; you agreed to that officially. Is this what you wanted to talk about?”

“Actually, I wanted to talk about those fire ants,” I said. We hadn’t talked about them since we roaming the neighborhood on the hunt for 20 people who wanted to use our bodies for free.

“Fire ants? When the guys played a trick on me?”

“Yeah, you said banana. What would you have done or said if they were really ants?”

“I haven’t thought about it.”

“Okay, but think about it. The Gibbons boys would definitely put ants on their Mom. Is that a boundary to you?”

“I don’t know. They could really sting the shit out of me. I don’t think ants can kill me, but I would not want to get staked out over a bunch.”

“If you got enough of them, especially if you are allergic. I don’t think a dozen would have done it,” I explained. I wasn’t sure how I knew that. It seemed like I knew a lot about it before the Program but I couldn’t remember.

Julie yawned and said that she’d like to continue this conversation, but she was drifting to sleep again, and she began to snore lightly with her head resting on one of my inner thighs.

I eventually fell asleep, but it was more like I passed out. I had nightmares about being buried head first in ant mounds, with my ass sticking up while honey was poured down my pussy. Those dreams began to recur night after night after that.

After that night, Jim also put it out there to the neighborhood that we’d fuck strangers if they knocked on the door of our house too. It didn’t take long for that rumor to circulate and guys to find out our prices. Jim was notoriously cheap, but he priced us really low compared to what hookers in the city charge because he wanted volume business.

There was a lot of demand for a high school girl as pretty as Julie, who could take it any hole, and a lot of them had a thing for chubby girls like me, too! I often got men who just didn’t wait for my daughter to finish with the last one.

Julie and I were true sex workers now, not only at the Gibbons house but at our own house as well!

Jim told us to just bend over the couch and let them fuck us, but not to get cum all over it. A few of them laughed about the cage when they saw it and didn’t believe we slept in it at night. Over the next few weeks, we’d end up getting railed almost every day by total strangers who just knocked on our door and paid to fuck us. It would be an interesting few weeks, but at the time, we were just getting started, and I wasn’t sure if this was really going to stay like this. The cage was a bit much, and I couldn’t be certain that my husband would really love a whore after thinking about all the men she’s been with besides him.

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 20th, 2047 –SUPER EARLY/CRACK OF DAWN

Sleeping in the cage was a real mind-fuck, and my muscles ached, my head hurt, my breath smelled like semen, and Julie’s asshole tasted salty. We had somehow managed to fall asleep and entwine ourselves in a folded-up 69 with her ass and pussy in my face. It was quite a way to wake up from my first night caged like an animal with my daughter in my own home.

“Rise and smell the pecker,” Jim put his cock over the cage. “You girls didn’t have to go potty last night, huh?”

“The cage is too small to use the bowls, Sir!” Julie was yawning, trying to stretch and compose herself. Her hair was messed up. I could feel her hot breath in my pussy as she climbed around me to untangle our bodies from one another.

“Complaining already! Didn’t buy the right size cage? This crate already takes up a lot of the living room, and it was the biggest they had at Pet Smart. You twats think you are special enough to deserve your own cages?”

Jim still hadn’t opened the cage door, and it was locked tight.

“NO! Sir. I loved sleeping with my daughter’s cunt on my face! I love the scent of her pussy.”

“Good,” Jim seemed impressed with Julie’s resolve to endure whatever hardship he threw at her. “You wanted male led. Is this male-led enough for you?”

“This is what I thought it might be, but I think I need more to know for sure. Do you enjoy things like this, Daddy?”

“Fuck yeah, you dumb little cunt! I’ve always wanted to be able to be the King in my castle. You come home and ask me to take charge and make every decision, and you won’t be critical? That’s a dream come true. Now, your dirty cum holes are bringing in cash. I only wish you asked me sooner.”

He took us outside, gave us an enema, and made us run. I intentionally stepped in a pile of red ants. I just wanted to see how bad it would be. I did it for a split second, and in a few seconds, I felt the first few bites. They hurt, and eventually, they turned into about a dozen red sores a few hours later. Jim didn’t notice, and I managed to kick most of them off before squirting out my dirty, sloppy poop.

“Thank you, Master; I know this isn’t your favorite thing, and you’d rather be sleeping in than smelling the dirty crap coming out of a woman’s ass,” I said. “Thank you for giving us enemas.

“Goddamned right!” Jim grinned at me and slapped my butt. He was in a jovial mood. I liked seeing him like this. Jim liked to sleep in on weekends because he worked so hard. The fact that he chose to get up early and do this to us was incredibly flattering to me.

After we cleaned up, applied makeup, and did our hair, we made the guys breakfast. We were able to remove almost all the body writing, leaving only small traces except for “HAM POCKET” and the arrows drawn to Julie’s pussy on her front and back. She didn’t even try to wash them off.

I taught Julie how to make hotcakes and sausage. Julie sent me to gently wake up my sons by sucking their cocks until they woke up and invite them to breakfast. “Good morning, Master. It’s a new day! I am sorry for waking you up, but your breakfast is ready. Would you like a morning blowjob?” I said as I looked up from their cock. My sons seemed quite pleased with the morning wake-up call.

Julie had a hard time adjusting to sitting on her food and eating it off the floor without her hands especially because I poured cold, mixed-up, sloppy leftovers on the floor for us both. Macaroni, spaghetti, green beans, bits of pancake, the gristle of bacon nobody wanted. It was pretty disgusting.