Chapter 75

November 25th, 2047 –Monday Shopping Spree

“Is Piggy REALLY your wife, Jim?” my sister asked, genuinely evaluating our relationship. Given the circumstances, I couldn’t say her question was unreasonable. I wasn’t the same woman he had married anymore.

Jim didn’t answer the question about us being husband and wife. He wore his wedding band, but I had to give up all jewelry to enter the Program. We were legally married, but I did truly feel like his dim-witted pet. A part of me wished that Jim would just make a choice. Did he want me as his wife, or did he want me as his pet? I didn’t feel that I could be both – but neither of them asked me.

Jim tried to buy some new fishing gear, but Laura asked him if he really needed it. I thought that may set Jim off. However, she pointed out politely that with all the stuff going on at the house, he probably wouldn’t have time for fishing in the near future. Even before the Program, I would never have told Jim he didn’t need new fishing gear. I was shocked that he agreed with her and didn’t see it for what it was – control.

Laura picked out some cheap wigs for us but didn’t let us wear them. She wanted Julie and I to be humiliated in public as the two naked bald girls in the shops, carrying her bags and waiting while she took her time looking at expensive jewelry and inferred to Jim how much she would love to have a new ring or bracelet.

My husband and Laura took us to a few more shops. We got a lot more attention due to the body writing than we would have if we were simply nude. The “I am pregnant, and it’s not my husband’s baby” got a lot of laughs from people who either thought I was being shamed or it was a joke.

Laura made me stop and confess that I was a Breeder in the NIS Program. I had been fucked by hundreds of men – intentionally to avoid knowing who the father was. “What kind of whore does that to a good man like Jim?” she asked them, but she was doing all that for Jim’s benefit. She wanted him to know that I was unfit as a wife and a mother.

I happily agreed with her when she humiliated me. The worst part was that my tits wouldn’t stop leaking, and my pussy was dripping so much that my thighs were sticking together.

Anytime my sister caught me absent-mindedly licking my own pussy juice, she called it out in the store and tried to embarrass me. “You’re licking your own pussy juice, Piggy!” she said, her voice dripping with disdain. I found myself smiling broadly when people looked at me like I was a perverted fat-ass.

When she asked why I was smiling like a “Dumb Bitch” – I said, “Because I am a dumb bitch, Mommy Laura!”. Just like she wanted me to say.

I used to have anxiety when Laura was judging me – looking down her nose at me with contempt. Today, I was finding myself turned on and hoping she’d surprise me by making me feel as humiliated as she had when I first had to squat in the barber shop and let them chop off all my hair.

A teenage boy ran up and asked if he could rub my head. I looked at Julie. She nodded. Laura intervened and reluctantly said that he could – even though Julie had already given permission. I guess Laura wanted to feel like hot shit. That was fine with me.

I nodded, smiled at him, and bent down so that he could have a good rub. He was grateful and ran off somewhere else in the store. I probably seemed like a sex beast, huge butt plug, swollen tits and belly, dripping pussy, nose spread across my face like a pig (due to the pregnancy), and a bald head. I was a sex freak.

“Jim, why do you just allow random people to run up and touch your wife?” Laura asked after the boy left. She had been the one to give him permission (after Julie gave it).

“They have to perform reasonable requests at school and in public. If they have time and it’s safe, they have to do it. The girls can get in trouble if they refuse,” Jim admitted.

“Jim, you are an amazing man with so much patience, but surely these girls are lying to you? They probably just like to do nasty things in public. They don’t NEED to let boys touch them anywhere they want.”

“I think they do have to do it. I didn’t read the rules,” Jim added and instructed Julie to tell Laura.

“We like performing requests. It’s educational and satisfies people’s curiosity, Mommy. If we don’t, and the NIS finds out about it, we get punished,” Julie explained politely.

“So, you are forced to let handsome young teenagers touch you?” Laura laughed in disbelief.

“Or ugly ones, or fat old men or whoever. We can’t discriminate,” Julie answered brightly.

“Okay, there’s a homeless man. Go over and ask him if he wants to pinch your boobs if you are so generous,” Laura said as we exited another store.

“We aren’t supposed to solicit requests unless we are in the request booth, but I can ask him if you want, Mommy,” Julie offered sweetly.

“I wish I had that little zapper attached to YOUR collar!” Laura said in frustration. I was surprised that my sister wanted a shock collar on Julie. She never used mine. She had only seen Dewey and Reese playing with it sometimes when Julie lent it to them before Laura moved in.

Jim said he had enough parts to make something, but he’d need to go home where his tools were.

“PLEASE don’t electrocute me, Daddy,” Julie pled in a genuinely panicked voice. It really wasn’t so bad, even on the highest settings. It hurt – but in a good way.

“Why not? Was that in your little book you prepared for me today? What happens If I make a reasonable request to stick your finger in a light socket?” Jim made a zzzzttt sound and pretended to shock his finger and kiss it.

“If it’s harmful or unsafe, it’s not reasonable, and you don’t make requests any longer, Daddy. You give orders to us.”

“I hope that goes for me as well, young Miss Pocket?” Laura asked if she could give us orders.

“It does, Mommy, unless one day you want to marry Daddy and stop being a guest, then you’d just be a stupid slit with tits like us,” Julie smiled innocently, with the slightest hint of malice in her tone. Jim didn’t hear it, but my sister did.

“Let’s get them home!” Jim decided. “Hang on, maybe we should grab a bite to eat? My lazy wife didn’t prepare any dinner, and I am hungry!”

Jim took us to a nice restaurant near the shops. Several nude people were eating, and he ordered us all food (even Laura). Jim made us stand in the restaurant, so lots of people were gawking at us because we stood out with our bald heads, naked bodies, and lipstick writing on our bodies designed to humiliate us.

Jim watched some guys play darts. “I should paint a bullseye on your ass and send you over there to offer to be their target!”

I shivered a little. That sounded like it would hurt. I was used to thumbtacks. They were tiny pinpricks. Reese liked to stick them in our butts when we were working. A heavy dart thrown directly at even the fleshiest part of my ass sounded like it would hurt -A LOT. As much as I could handle rough stuff, I even had a visceral reaction of fear and revulsion.

My sister ate that up. “You’d do that if we told you to do it, wouldn’t you, Piggy?” my sister asked – once again testing my obedience.

“If Daddy wanted it; Yes then, I would,” I assumed that I’d live. A part of me was afraid the darts would penetrate my skin, but a part of me thought that if that’s what Jim or Julie wanted, then I had to obey, anyway.

“What if Mommy wanted it?” Laura was clearly testing me.

I bit my lip, and she could see the reluctance. “Yes, Mommy Laura, I would let people throw darts at my ass.”

“Let’s not do that, Please? What if they miss and hit her in an artery?” Julie begged.

“Artery is a smart word for such a dumb girl. Are you sure you are a dumb bimbo like Piggy?” Laura asked.

“I am trying to be a well-behaved, stupid bimbo, Ma’am. I know that a dart might get stuck in her bone or the back of her knee, and it’s my job to be responsible for Piggy.”

I wasn’t just saying that because my sister wanted to hear it. I truly felt like if I was going to be a bimbo – I should really commit to it.

“You are barely responsible for yourself. Look at you, you look ridiculous,” Laura said. She turned to me. “Go ask those nice gentlemen for a tavern dart and return here Piggy.”

I did as I was told. The men were more than happy to allow me to take one of their darts. I had no idea what my sister wanted it for. I assumed she might throw it at me.

“Turn around and push this dart into your big butt. You have enough padding.”

I winced as the sharp edge entered my ass cheek and broke the skin. Once that happened, it was easy to push all the way in. I breathed out a massive sigh once I had it in. Laura made me come close to the table so that Julie could draw concentric circles around my ass like a bullseye.

“That was kind of mean,” Jim said.

“You told me you tie them up and beat them for sport. I was just trying to make Piggy feel at home,” Laura pretended she meant no offense. The dart started to throb, and a tiny trickle of blood ran out. My daughter wiped it away with a napkin.

“Your brothers Roy and Kenny used to chase us with lawn darts and throw them at us. Do you remember that Piggy?”

I did. It was dangerous. They were oversized darts that had somehow made a comeback after being banned for years. “You never liked danger back then. You liked playing it safe. You’d tell me to protect you.”

“Yes, Mommy, I did.”

“Now, I am your Mommy. I am a better mommy than your real one, aren’t I?”

“I am a stupid pig, Ma’am, and I am not fit to judge either of you,” I answered diplomatically.

“Our Mom fucks niggers and brags about it. She raised us to think whites do not mix races, and then she has the audacity to get a tattoo like that? and flaunt it? She made Dad take HER last name? What an insult! I thought she was scandalous running around the R.V. in front of your brothers completely naked with Dad with his dick in that cock cage like a pervert. Then I came to YOUR house, and wow. You take the cake. You make Mom look like Betty Crocker, Piggy!”

I wasn’t sure how to respond – it felt like a compliment, but I knew it wasn’t.

“How does that feel?”

“It hurts, Ma’am,” there was another way to describe it. I had jabbed a rather lengthy needle into my ass – not eased it in like a hypodermic either. It would probably leave a bruise and possibly bleed.

“Want to take it out?”

“I don’t mind it as long as it amuses you and Daddy,” I admitted – it did suck, and I won’t kid you, I didn’t want it in my butt. I felt like I had no choice but to obey.

“Pocket, how about you? Ready to play darts?” Laura asked.

“Please, Mommy! That’s well beyond a reasonable request.”

“You just told your father that he doesn’t give requests. He gives orders. Why would I be any different.”

“Laura, that’s enough,” Jim reached across the table and touched her hand.

My daughter walked over to the men with the darts and asked if one of them would stick one in her butt. They thought she was joking. Julie looked nervous but determined to do what Laura told her to do.

She told them it was for a bar bet. One of the men claimed to be a nurse practitioner and slid the needle safely into the fleshy part of my daughter’s ass. She returned triumphantly and handed me the lipstick to draw a target on her ass – around the dart sticking out. She did the same to me.

We faced our butts to the table so that Laura and Jim could look at the darts sticking out.

It’s funny – we show our assholes all day at school, but in the bar, you would think men had never seen some girl’s pink poo-hole. Several customers in the booths next to us admired our asses.

“Peggy, I know you want to show these men; go ahead and pull your cheeks apart so they can take a picture; it’ll last longer!”

I did as I was instructed and pulled my ass cheeks as wide as could be – some men laughed, some said they couldn’t believe the size of my butt plug and compared it to a torpedo that had been lodged in it, and others asked me to take it out.

“I can’t,” I admitted – it was locked in place and could only be removed with a special button in the cylinder or my daughter’s phone.

“Dart Pocket, show them what they want to see, your drippy little pussy and ruined asshole,” Laura laughed wickedly, and Julie exposed herself as much as she could while we both bent over at the table. Waitresses became annoyed and a few more customers watched, but technically, what we were doing no longer violated decency standards.

It was just really odd for North Little Rock Arkansas – almost nobody did things like that here.

“So, how is the dart feeling now?” Laura’s tone sounded like she was hoping Julie was ready to break down into tears.

“It’s really not that bad. I wish we had put rubbing alcohol on them first, but I am sure the beer in here probably counts for something, and I got a Tetanus shot after going to the Gibbons house,” Julie admitted proudly as she displayed her naked ass to anyone who wanted a good look.

“You keep mentioning the Gibbons house,” Laura changed the subject. “There are girls who live as you there?”

“Yes, Mommy, Misty, and Savannah are sisters, and they live in a male-dominated household. The men are on the top, even their little brothers. That’s what inspired me to ask Daddy to let me experience something like that. Their house is a 24/7 whore house though, unless they are at school.”

“That’s what you’d like Jim and I to have live in, isn’t it?” Laura asked.

“I am not sure what I’d like. That’s the whole point of trying new things, Mommy! I’ve always believed women were equal to men and in female empowerment. I had a bias that prevented me from understanding a male-led household. I thought this would be a good experience before I got to college in the Fall.”

“Is it a good experience?” Laura

“I begged Daddy to let me continue with it...”

“Yes, only after I insisted that Jim make you keep your word, and about that,” Laura seemed skeptical of my daughter’s intention. My sister is a deep thinker, and she catches on to things quickly by reading between the lines. “You had no interest in obeying me all weekend, and you were quite rude.”

Julie was about to apologize, but my sister cut her off and said she hadn’t finished talking.

“Yet, today, you come in the house with this preposterous notion that you owe 10,000 dollars and that you will somehow earn it by Fall. Then you ask for the car that should go to Reese because you’ll be living on campus if you keep your original promise. You have this long-prepared list of demands and stipulations. Are you suddenly willing to have this so-called good experience that your father tells me you’ve been resisting for weeks? Something smells rotten, and it’s not your sweaty, semen-filled, vaginas.”

I could tell my husband’s wheels were spinning as he processed my sister’s insinuations. I was getting so turned on, I couldn’t stand it. I loved being ridiculed like this. I was positive that my pussy was pumping juice down my thigh – my legs were so sticky that I could barely feel my inner thigh.

“It’s simple. I was very curious about whether I could thrive in a male-dominated household. I trust my father and brothers to make good choices for me. I have a lot of respect for sex workers, but I have never done it. I was also very curious about how it feels to be submissive because after observing Piggy, I realized that there was more to it than just mindlessly following orders. Piggy is very strong and endures a great deal of humiliation, physical pain, and teasing without complaint. She isn’t a doormat; she’s just tough! The only way I’d know how any of this really felt was to just do it.”

I was equal parts proud that my daughter praised me as some role model and disgusted with her because I felt I should be ridiculed and teased for being a fat cum hound.

Laura seemed inclined to disbelieve it all and dismiss it.

“I felt like a maid that was taken for granted, and I had done everything I set out to try. I was growing used to my new role in the house. I got impatient and flustered, and rather than talk it through with Daddy, I just told him I wanted to quit. He wouldn’t let me quit completely, and I didn’t mind doing some things. Today, I realized that if I asked for the car and paid back the money, I could have a goal to work towards. So, I was excited to get home and thankful that Daddy wants me to continue as his pet.”

“Preposterous! Here is my theory,” Laura spoke up. “You are a dirty little opportunist. You did the least possible for weeks after running your mouth and bragging that you could handle anything you promised your father that you would do. You saw your brother was getting the car. You decided to rub up against your father and try to blow smoke up our asses so that you could stop my nephew Reese from getting it.”

It was actually a plausible, well-thought-out alternative theory, but I knew it was not true. That’s not how Julie operated at all. Julie was about to respond when the waitress came over. She had some band-aids, gauze, and rubbing alcohol.

“I am sorry to interrupt. We are getting some complaints. You can stay, but you have to take the darts out, ladies,” the waitress grimaced. I am sure this would make a weird story for her to tell about something crazy the bar patrons did. “I don’t know if this is a bet or what, but here...”

She left without waiting for us to stand up.

She was nice enough to leave the band-aids, gauze, and alcohol. Julie removed my dart, and I removed hers. We didn’t ask permission. I assumed Jim would tell us if we couldn’t do it. A little trickle of blood ran out of the dart holes, but we quickly wiped it up and applied the band-aid.

“Women are manipulative, cunning, deceitful liars by nature, Mommy,” I said when there was an awkward silence. “We are stupid and weaker than men and rely upon them to solve our problems and manage the money. I appreciate him watching me and keeping me in line, and I think it’s fair that you think Pocket and I are up to something. Whether Pocket agreed to be treated like she should be treated because she is trying to stop her brother from getting a car or she wanted a viable goal, I guess in the end, as long as she behaves, it’s, okay?”

Laura frowned. She knew what I said had been true, but she seethed because my comments included her within the term ‘All women’ - “Women are not ALL manipulative, cunning, deceitful liars by nature. That’s what YOU are, and that’s why I don’t trust you as far as I could throw you, Piggy. That’s an absolutely perfect name for you, and I am glad that you like it because I can’t think of you as anything anymore. You clearly ARE too stupid to even know when you need to use the bathroom. You have to beg permission and allow your sons to stick their fingers in your bottom to TELL you that you have to use it. Then, you have to be cleaned out like a pig in an abattoir because it satisfies your deeply twisted lustful desires. That’s just you, you moronic excuse for a woman. It makes me sick to even have to call you one.”

Jim ate his wings and gave us a few scraps, as well as bits of cheese sticks. We laughed a little and had playful fun being teased. Laura remained uptight.

We got a lot of strange stares, and more than a few men pinched my tits or my butt as they walked past. Laura noticed that I didn’t stop them or say anything. She had written pinch me on my tits, so it was obviously an open offer to whomever. I thought it was a good idea.

At the end of the dinner, Jim paid the check and put us in the backseat of our car. We didn’t make out, though – no one told us we had to do it.

When we got home, it seemed that Erica, Tim, Reese, and Dewey were hanging out and playing. Dewey was naked, and judging from what the others were wearing, they may have been playing a dare or stripping game. They immediately got serious when we arrived.

“Bring Timmy’s things into his new room; bring your cage into our room. I’ll decide if it goes into the closet or not. Then I want you two to clean up,” Laura listed off orders like a commanding officer as soon as she walked in.

We made it clear we also had to use the NIS Portal to update the Program. It appeared that Timmy had downloaded games onto my daughter’s computer and moved some things around on the desktop, which confused me – I wasn’t sure how to navigate around.

That night, Jim bound me and my daughter wrist to wrist and ankle to the ankle and crammed us into the cage at the foot of the bed where Laura and he slept. I heard my sister and him making love on the bed. She got up after he finished and passed by us in the nude. I could have sworn I was looking at a mirror image of myself.

It would have been great if I could have masturbated, but even better I was denied an orgasm after being turned on so much. I assumed they did that to punish me.

Laura had a big butt, big knockers, the same basic haircut and color of hair as I did before mine was shaved off. She was even wearing my old perfume. I assumed my sister found it in my old private bathroom. She had a very hairy pussy. “You are both forbidden from EVER using my bathroom! You can clean it, but that’s it. You’ll use the kid’s bathroom if you use the indoor bathroom at all. Did you enjoy listening to our lovemaking?”