Chapter 72

November 23rd, 2047 –Saturday – Eating Out at B. J’s.

My sister Laura was only going to spend the night after Thanksgiving because it was late. However, the next day, she didn’t leave, and now it was Saturday, and my sister still hadn’t left.

It wasn’t up to me when she left, and nobody asked me if my sister Laura could or couldn’t stay. I assumed she was sleeping in Jim’s bedroom. I was mostly caged around the house when I was not needed for chores or making dinner. Dewey and Reese largely left me alone and ignored me because Laura insisted on not having what she called “spectacles” around the house. Jim and the guys hadn’t played “Pop the Booty” with Julie or me since Laura arrived, either.

I had a lot of trepidation about my sister staying with us, and anytime I heard her voice felt like a shot of electricity running through my bones. The only thing that seemed to calm me was more protein shakes, so I started drinking them outside of meals.

The weekend with my sister dragged on, and Jim spent lots of time with Laura, Tim, and Erica.

Laura was tired of eating at our house and said that Thanksgiving leftovers were meant for “people like me” and that she wanted to go out to eat. Jim knew that BJ’s had specials on Saturday afternoon, so he offered to take her there.

“If that’s all you can afford, that’s the best we can do,” Laura replied. She required Jim to drive her and her kids, and then the rest of us were to ride in my old car and meet them at the restaurant.

Jim allowed Reese to drive my car, even though Jim had recently decided that Reese couldn’t drive because he had tried to drive drunk at Homecoming.

I didn’t have any say in that matter, and nobody asked me my opinion about it – nor should they have. I was just a silly whore with no authority over anyone, including herself. The more Laura became condescending toward me, especially because of my lack of authority over my kids, the more I started to feel guilty and regret joining the NIS Program.

Jim told Julie the day before that she wasn’t allowed to use the car any longer because she had asked for a male-dominated house, and he hadn’t consented to stop. I felt like Laura had convinced him that Julie didn’t deserve to drive it, but I didn’t think Julie had done anything to her Aunt to make Laura mad at her.

Julie kept fucking her father after he took the car away, but with Laura there, even that was rare. “Why should you be the only one to decide we have to stop, Julie? You told me to call you Shit Pocket, and now I am supposed to act like none of that happened and stop?”

“No, Dad, if you want to call me that, you can; it’s just that my real name is Julie Garner. I am sorry, I tried a male-dominated house and found out I couldn’t handle it. I thought I was up for anything, and like you said, I wrote a check with my mouth that my ass couldn’t cash.”

Jim was pissed off and grumbled, but he begrudgingly accepted Julie’s excuse for why she wanted to end the new rules. She intended to stay nude, and she let the guys get away with continuing to tell her what to do or fuck her whenever they wanted.

Julie offered her father the red collar he bought her when it first began. Jim refused to take it back, citing she made a deal, and he expected her to keep it. Julie rarely wore it now. She frequently refused to get an enema, and while she put up with the guys sticking their cocks in her face or ass whenever they wanted, Laura was the one who insisted they take her into one of the bedrooms to have sex.

Laura didn’t want the guys doing anything sordid to Julie or me around her or Tim and Erica, and Jim enforced that. Jim was also told in no uncertain terms to stop taking me to Wright Avenue. Venereal disease had been completely wiped out years ago, but Laura believed I’d get infected with “Ringworm or something and give it to Jim” because of how filthy I was.

Laura wouldn’t even let my sons take me into the bedroom they now shared with her son. Reese and Dewey used to each have their own bedrooms after we started new rules. Now, Erica had one of the bedrooms, and Tim slept with the boys.

“What kind of filthy mother has sex with her own sons, Peggy? You should be ashamed of yourself, but you obviously value getting your jollies more than you do behaving like a proper mom!!” Laura said to me once. It cut through me like a knife when she said that.

I did love having sex, but with anyone and in any position. I no longer saw a reason to deny my sons if they wanted to dump their cum in one of my holes. I was happy to give them pleasure anytime they wanted it, but Laura made Jim and my sons feel bad about it.

She only tolerated that they were still fucking Julie, and Laura soon put a stop to Julie fucking her father as well.

I was certain that my entire family would be glad to go back to that after Laura finally left with Tim and Erica. I was hoping that even Jim would get tired of her constant demands to eat out at restaurants, and for us to stop living the way we had lived for months to avoid offending her kids, or her.

Julie was frustrated, but she had little choice when Jim took my old car away from her. Obviously, I wasn’t allowed to drive again either. I was never told why. Reese took over driving us to school daily from that point on. Reese was ecstatic for the opportunity. He was actually a very safe driver and had learned his lesson at homecoming about drinking.

B. J’s restaurant was actually fun, and there were a surprising number of naked people eating and working there. Laura lamented the degradation of society’s traditional moral values. I had expected my mother to say something like that before I found out she was a nudist.

It sounded like my mom and Laura didn’t see eye to eye on a number of things. She looked down her nose at Julie and me for being nude in the restaurant and shamed us for drawing so much attention.
At first, I was going to be allowed to come inside and stand and eat at the table like I had when I went to fast food places on Wright Avenue.

Laura said we were an embarrassment, and Jim agreed. I wasn’t permitted to eat when we went to the restaurant. I had to stand and watch the others eat with my hands behind my back at the front of the restaurant in the waiting area with Julie. She was a real good sport about it, even though she thought she was going to eat with the rest of the family when we came with them.

“Gosh, if you are going to be that mean, Aunt Laura, you may as well put Piggy in the trunk,” Reese made a joke about making me ride in the back. Unfortunately, Laura took him seriously. Laura rode with Jim in Jim’s car. Julie was gagged and allowed to sit in the back in handcuffs, so she didn’t bother Tim and Erica while they rode in the back of my old car, and Reese and Dewey were up front.

I wasn’t mad that I had to ride in the trunk. I felt bad for Julie because technically, the new rules were over, and she didn’t have to agree to be gagged and cuffed. Still, Laura insisted that it was either that or she had to ride in the trunk with me because she didn’t want Julie to try to “touch herself or be filthy around Tim and Erica.”

I was allowed to eat the cold, unheated scraps from B.J’s from the floor when we got home. It tasted pretty good. Laura had become a big believer in Jim’s “Waste not want not” philosophy and wouldn’t allow me to have warm food even when there were not enough leftovers. She told me to drink more protein shakes.

Julie had made it abundantly clear to her father that she wouldn’t eat without the use of hands off the floor any longer when she quit the new rules. However, when Laura started staying with us, she insisted that if Julie wanted to be nude all the time, she couldn’t sit on the furniture – including the dining room chairs.

Jim compromised with Julie and made her squat facing away from Laura, Tim, and Erica and toward Reese and Dewey at every meal. Julie had to squat with her legs open and a butt plug, so they didn’t have to see her asshole while they ate. She was allowed to eat fresh food off of a plate that was placed on the ground and even use a fork and knife. Julie refused to drink any of my protein shakes going forward because of how disgusting they tasted.

Julie could have refused to eat like that. She really didn’t have to consent. Her dad had accepted her request to end the new rules. However, Laura seemed insistent on it, and her father didn’t want to offend Laura. I am sure that Julie felt bad that she had disappointed her father, and she really didn’t mind squatting or having a butt plug very much.

She frequently squatted to perform some reasonable requests at school and frequently wore a butt plug during the period we had new rules. Julie still wore them around the house occasionally. Laura insisted that Julie insert the plug in another room where Tim, Erica, and she could not see it. She insisted that my daughter not be allowed to sit with the rest of the family. Laura might have said that Julie had to wallow in food like me, and the only reason she probably didn’t suggest that was that she also thought I was disgusting for lying in my food like a fat pig under the table.

Jim told Julie to squat and eat. Julie didn’t ask permission to use silverware; she simply went to the kitchen drawer, got some and began to eat off the floor. Laura insisted that Julie face away from her and her kids, and that meant Julie wasn’t included in family conversation.

I am sure it would have been hard to get in a word anyway, because Jim and Laura did most of the talking

Now and then, Reese or Dewey wanted to play with her at the table, shove a banana in her pussy or something like that, and Laura got really angry, and Jim made the guys stop.

Julie and I weren’t allowed to even suck cock in the common areas of the house. Julie fucked her brothers in the privacy of their room. My sister insisted that she shouldn’t be allowed to go into Jim’s room any longer and tried to convince Jim to make Julie share a cage with me because, as Laura said, Julie had agreed to the rules, and Jim bought a cage big enough for the two of us. I would have liked some company because almost no one talked to me during the day anymore while I was kept crated.

I hoped Laura would be moving on soon, and so did Julie. Dewey and Reese directed me around the house when I was uncaged to clean or cook, but if they tried to make up something fun to do, like whip me with something, Laura scolded them for being inappropriate around her or Tim and Erica. Julie didn’t help with chores anymore at all.

Tim and Erica didn’t tell me what to do and rarely spoke to me. Their mother made them think that I was a nasty whore (which I am) and forbade them to talk to me.

I was increasingly spending time outside and was frequently told to eat outside, shit outside, wash up outside, and sleep outside with the mosquitos and creepy crawlies all night. Laura used any excuse to send me outside for long periods of time. I was thankful it didn’t get cold or rain. I even saw a raccoon once that scared the bejesus out of me.

November 25th, 2047 –Monday (Typical Day)

Laura was still at our house after the Thanksgiving weekend. I think Jim was too polite to ask her when she might be moving on and leaving soon.

As things settled at my house with the addition of Laura and her children, our lives changed once again.

Julie’s desire to no longer be treated as a woman at the bottom of the hierarchy just above me had been rejected by her Father. He simply refused to accept that the new rules were no longer in effect, but he also didn’t want to offend Laura by tying her to the pole outside or treating Julie like a dumb whore in the common areas.

I suspected Laura had a lot to do with the decision to refuse to accept Julie’s withdrawal from the new rules. A strange stalemate occurred when Julie put up with her Father’s new rules, but she only did the minimum. My Daughter wasn’t excited to clean and cook with me again when Laura and Jim insisted that Julie “do something useful instead of just playing with herself and lying around,” according to Laura.

Every morning, since Laura had arrived and the new rules ended, I had been woken by one of my sons and Julie in the cage. It was usually whoever she had sex with the night before. Laura decided over the weekend my cage was taking up to much room in the living room and was too stinky. Jim made me relocate my cage from the living room outside by the air conditioner unit where I take my enemas. If the A/C was running, then I had a hard time sleeping due to the noise of the fan. There were usually a few bugs, including ants, crawling around in my crate by the time I awoke.

This morning, it was Reese and Julie who came outside to wake me. “Clean up your crate, and I’ll let you suck my dick while I give you an enema, Piggy!”

I was delighted that Reese might allow me to blow him – I craved semen and sex all the time. I was so horny, and it was so frustrating not having a dick inside me, even in my mouth! I thanked him.

“Don’t thank me, clean and beg! Plead, I want to hear you longing for this big old cock,” Reese said of his medium sized dick. It was all good to me – I didn’t mind begging.

I was usually caged outside right after dinner, so I ended up peeing in my crate almost every night and having to sleep in it and then clean it up in the morning.

I tidied up and pleaded urgently to be allowed to suck Reese’s cock while kneeling and filling the tub of water for my enema. I was so horny, and I rarely got to have any semen at all. I had been spoiled working at Wright Avenue, and now I felt so ungrateful that I didn’t try to suck even more dicks while I was working because I was so rarely allowed to give anyone a blowjob.

I no longer kept track of how much water they put in my ass. My belly was getting swollen from the pregnancy, and the enema water probably made me look like I swallowed a watermelon. My nipples were usually leaking – it felt like I was producing much more milk than should be normal. The protein powder really seemed to kick my lactation into overdrive. I had so much cream running down my tits that Jim joked once that he could make “sour cream” with it and sell it.

Laura gave him a disgusted look and walked out of the room, and Jim had to apologize to her for an hour before she’d accept his apology.

“Kiss Piggy’s titty clean and bend over, Sis. It’s time to clean the turds out of your shit pocket,” Reese grinned when he ordered his sister to join me. He could talk like that outside, because Laura said it was okay as long as it wasn’t around her, Tim or Erica.

“Yes, Sir,” Julie obeyed, but she seemed passive and not really into it. She held her ass cheeks apart while she licked my titties and sucked lovingly, biting my nipples at times and lapping up my leaky breast milk. Julie smiled a few times and bit down on my tits when Reese told her to bite into them and make it hurt. I was glad that still amused him.

“Look, Julie. You promised you’d be our plaything. You can’t just take your ball and go home the first time you get mad!” Reese reminded her when he noticed her sorrowful, melancholy expression had continued.

“I know, Sir. I don’t mind getting an enema! I consented to the new rules and failed to withdraw in time, just like my C.R. band. I am a Cum Receptacle at school for the rest of the year, I just deal with it. I am not mad at you. I am just a little tired of Laura and all of her bullshit.”

“Yeah, Mom, you know she’s after Dad, right?” Reese asked me. I almost didn’t realize my son was talking to me.

“I am a dumb whore, Reese, and your Father has let me fuck so many men that I’d be really petty if I were jealous. If he likes my sister, that’s his right.”

Laura bothered me, but I could not criticize my husband for anything. I felt like it was impossible to find fault with him, Reese, or Dewey.

“Erica is kind of hot, I like her baby voice, but I can’t stand Tim. He’s a total d-bag. I can’t wait for them to move,” Reese observed.

“I am surprised that somehow Dad’s opinion of women at the bottom doesn’t apply to Aunt Laura and Erica,” my daughter observed. Reese slipped a tube up her asshole, and she seethed a little because he didn’t lube it or masturbate her ass first. Julie angrily glanced over her shoulder at him, but Reese didn’t notice or care. Julie had to put up with it as far as he was concerned.

He was much rougher with us when Julie first started the new rules, so Julie should have been thankful he only shoved an unlubed enema tube up her ass.

“Dad said because they are guests, they don’t have to do the same things you two do, and they probably wouldn’t. Why don’t you refuse if you don’t want to do this anymore, Julie?”

“You can call me Fart Pocket. I know you want to,” Julie shrugged that it didn’t matter. She admitted that technically, her Daddy was right that she agreed and would owe him 10,000 dollars. “I’ll go back to the new rules, I guess they are old rules now.”

“So? Just agree to pay him installments. You can probably earn it all if you started charging money for whoring?” Reese suggested.

“I don’t think Dad is going to take me to Wright Avenue after the last time, and Laura doesn’t want Piggy or me to whore anymore, so I think Dad won’t allow it. He never allowed us to keep the money we made, and Misty hasn’t been talking to me much anymore. I wouldn’t get paid if I worked at her trailer anyway.”

“So! Go out and whore by yourself!” Reese suggested. “You don’t need anyone to keep you in line and negotiate for you, Julie. If you really don’t want to follow the rules, Dad can’t make you. He’s just doing this because Aunt Laura seems to hate you and Mom.”

Julie didn’t want to go out on her own, either. “I don’t know think Aunt Laura hates us; she just doesn’t understand why we would have consented to this. Our Aunt probably thinks we are nymphomaniacs who just like attention, and we revel in being treated like this.”

“You don’t?” Reese joked sarcastically and pitched his sister’s nipples hard while smiling at her.

Julie didn’t stop her brother. My daughter let him get away with it without resisting. “It’s been exciting, and I’ve had my share of orgasms and so has Piggy, but there were easier ways to get them than being humiliated and treated like dog crap on the bottom of your shoe.”

“Oh C’mon, Dog Crap Pocket,” Reese teased her in a good-naturedly way to make light of what she just said. “We could have been so much crueler to you guys. You saw what the Gibbons boys do to their mom. You told us we could do that, and you wanted to experience it. Don’t make me feel guilty now. You promised you wouldn’t get pissed off, if you got pissed on.”

Reese unzipped his pants and pissed on our legs. Julie and I both stood there naked while he did it. He could have pissed all over us if he really wanted to do it.

“I know, and that’s why I am trying to say that I don’t harbor any ill feelings toward you, Reese, or Dad. I don’t hate Aunt Laura either, even if she hates Mom and me. I made a promise that I didn’t want to keep. I waited until it bottled up inside me well after the time Dad gave me to back out, and now I need to put on my big girl panties, suck it up, and if I don’t like it, it’s just tough titties for me.”

“You could be like Piggy and pretend you love everything I do,” Reese said sweetly. He angled his dick up and splashed my face with the last pulse of his pee, and I smiled at him while his warm yellow piss cascaded down my chin onto my fat tits.

“You wouldn’t understand what this is like until you do it, Reese. If Dewey and I stretched out your asshole, yanked you around by your dick, fed you dog food, and make you shit on the lawn like a dog every day for a month, you wouldn’t like it.”

“I am smart enough to know I wouldn’t like it before I did it. I wouldn’t have asked for it,” Reese smacked his sister with his cock, wiped it on her thigh, and put his penis away. It was sad, because I would have LOVED to have been bent over and got fucked that morning.

There were times when I was left in the cage for hours or ignored, that I felt the men in the family were trying to sexually frustrate me and deny me orgasms. I’d much rather be required to fuck myself over a huge dildo until I flop over in a humiliating spasm of uncontrollable orgasms while they laugh at me then be denied touch. The worst part was when of the guys started playing with me for a few seconds, got me turned on, and then got distracted. They didn’t seem to be doing it intentionally but that was one of the cruelest disappointments of all.

“I know, Reese, and that’s why I am the dumb bimbo outside getting the shit cleared out of my asshole, and you are the guy who gets to pump me full of water and watch while me and Mom run laps around the house like two crazy nymphos until you let us squirt the poopy water out of our ass on the lawn. I just have to learn to accept that this is how it is.”

“Smile more, please. It makes me feel like an ogre when you frown,” Reese admitted as he prepared our enemas. Julie smiled broadly; it was clearly fake, but it was better than her real frowns.

“For what it’s worth, I didn’t ASK to drive the car. Dad just told me he wanted to put the car in my name because Piggy isn’t using it, and you are going to college after the summer.”

“What? he is GIVING you Mom’s car?” Julie seemed upset. I blushed and smiled because I was so humiliated that I would no longer even have a car. I honestly had nothing except a wedding band and my name on the Mortgage. I didn’t even own the collar around my neck. I wondered if Jim would remove my name from the house.

I sucked my son’s cock, while he gave us an enema. I’ve learned to drag it out and take my time sucking so I can enjoy it. Reese hates toto wait to cum, so he usually slaps my tits and face to let me know to suck him off harder.

Reese made us run around the house twice and take both enemas. I seldom ever had to take a shit outside of these enemas. Usually, I could beg to go outside, and Dewey or Reese would watch me plead and hop around like an imbecile but let me go poop eventually on the rare occasion that I had to take a shit any other time of the day.

Laura wouldn’t even entertain allowing asking for permission outside of when I received an enema. She’d just say I had my chance, and I had better learn to hold it. If I made a spectacle of myself begging, she’d cage me, and I end up shitting in that and having to wait until morning to clean it.

Reese called the brown water we expelled out of our assholes “Hot Dog Water” because he said that it smelled it like we boiled dogs in it. That was kind compared to what we really did with that water. We usually had to do two enemas in a row so that we could demonstrate that the water was clear when it exploded out of our assholes the second time.

It was a grueling, and humiliating morning experience, even for me.

Julie and I hosed off after our exhausting enema jog when we expelled the dirty backwash from our nasty asses. I carried our bits of poop over to the pile of dirt near the shed and buried it with the rest. Julie never helped with that, even though technically, she was supposed to now that she was back on the old rules. Reese didn’t make her do it, and I couldn’t tell her what to do. Then, I washed up before going inside to start breakfast and clean up.

Julie helped with breakfast. I made sure that Tim and Erica’s breakfast was just the way they liked it. They liked it when I used cream of wheat in their pancakes. Laura had dozens of special dietary requirements for her and her kids, low-sugar, low-fat, only certain ingredients, and she liked everything cooked differently than everyone else.

Reese walked around in just his shirt with his flaccid cock hanging out. Dewey woke up and came to the table in the nude. Laura frowned but tolerated it. She let them sit in the dining room chairs, even though she wouldn’t let Julie sit in them when she had a bare bottom.

“No cock cage this morning, Sir?” Julie asked brightly when she saw Dewey yawn, stretch and scratch his tiny dick. Laura and her kids weren’t awake yet, but I was already worried that she would scold Dewey for walking around naked in front of them.

The cock cage his grandmother gave him kept his penis wholly hidden, but still made him appear nude in every other. The cage also had a metal ring in the back that kept Dewey’s cute little butt cheeks slightly spread that exposed his tight anus the entire time. I assumed that it was so that he could poop without taking it off, but my Mom told me it was for “Pegging”. She never explained to me what that actually meant before she went home.

“Brunna said I didn’t have to wear the cock cage today because I sent her enough photos of me jerking off and she decided she wanted me to be completely naked, well almost naked, I guess. Do you mind if I borrow the small butt plug of yours, though?”

I knew that Brunna had probably requested he wear that instead.

Reese did a spit take when he heard his brother ask for the tiny butt plug, that they gave me when I first started in the Program. Julie and I no longer wore it because we had both moved on to much larger plugs. My asshole seldom ever closed anymore, and I knew people could see it from the back when I stood up straight.

“What? Guys can wear butt plugs!” Dewey insisted. I realized Brunna must have asked him to wear that for her. Dewey had never expressed an interest in wearing one before.

“They can, Mister Dewey, everyone has an asshole, and they are gender neutral,” Julie still smirked at him when she realized he’d be wearing it to impress Brunna. “I’ll go find it for you.”

Julie’s belongings had been reduced to a small pile of things that were remnants of her stuff before Jim sold or trashed it all when the new rules began. They were near the desk that she used for her laptop in the living room. She woke up Tim, who was still sleeping on our couch. He had morning wood and was in his underwear. He blushed and apologized.

“No need, you have a nice cock, Tim,” Julie acknowledged and kept kneeling. Tim scratched his head and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and take care of his cock. I hated to think that the boy would be wasting his semen down my toilet, but I knew his mother wouldn’t like it if I swallowed it for him.

Erica arrived wearing a gossamer nightgown. It wasn’t see-through, but you could see the outline of her small boobs starting to puff up underneath. Her mother didn’t like her wearing it around the house, but Erica didn’t see the problem. It was obvious to me that Erica and Tim weren’t as body shy or as repressed as my sister.

Any time I hadn’t had my protein shake, I started to feel like I should also be repressed and body shy, and Laura would only approve of me if I was. That’s when I made myself an extra thick, extra strong protein shake and drank it down as quickly as it would run down my throat! It tasted horrible, but I had eaten much worse.

My husband and my sister joined us last at the table. Jim had started wearing clothes around the house again, and my sister was fully dressed and had done her hair and make-up. “This again! Don’t you ever get tired of being naked, Peggy?” she scolded me for being nude while preparing and serving her food.

“No, Ma’am, I think all women should be kept naked for the amusement of men, and I am not permitted clothes until the end of the NIS Program,” I admitted honestly. I didn’t want to brag that Jim promised to whore me out to pay for our vacation after school was over and I had the baby. He hadn’t talked about that in a while, and I was afraid he might change his mind while Laura was staying with us.

“How dare you suggest that any PROPER woman should degrade and humiliate herself like you do!”

The words “PROPER WOMAN” ran through my entire body like the fat end of a screwdriver being shoved up my asshole and pushed through my mouth. I felt skewered. I sucked on my bottle of protein to calm myself.

“What kind of disgusting creature sucks on a baby bottle? You are filthy and the world’s worst example of a woman or a mother, Peggy!!”

Ouch, I began to cramp all over, and imaginary thumbtacks gouged my body all over when my sister told me what I was. Even calling me Peggy when my name was Piggy made me nauseous. I put down the baby bottle filled with viscous protein. I felt the included hormones and lactation-inducing ingredients must have a calming agent, but if Laura didn’t want me to drink it in front of her, I wouldn’t.

“Sorry, Ma’am, I am a foul-mouthed whore, and I don’t know my place. I shouldn’t have expressed an opinion about anything,” I admitted apologetically and blushed.

“It’s okay to have an opinion, Piggy, but you’ve been rude to your sister,” Jim patronized me like I was an impudent child. I would have preferred he yelled at me angrily and ridiculed me like he normally did when the new rules began. The patronizing tone in his voice, reminded me of how Laura spoke to me all the time.

He asked Reese to take me into his room and give me a proper spanking to correct my attitude. I was going to ask for it to wait until I set the table, but Reese didn’t want to give it to me. Laura didn’t have a problem with me getting spanked as long as it wasn’t done around her or Tim and Erica.