Chapter 20

When Betty and I walked back into the living room we saw Waverly sitting on Hayden’s head and holding her naked body on the ground. The girls had very sore-cherry red asses from spanking each other all night.

They had been taking turns in a little game where Waverly spanked Hayden and then Waverly had to assume the same position and be spanked by Hayden. The girls were clearly very competitive and the only way to conclude it would be if one of them were to surrender and say she had enough. They could both take quite a lot of punishment so the game had been epic and apparently ended when Waverly conceded but Waverly disputed that she ever officially said for Hayden to stop.

Waverly farted loudly on her sister’s head. “I did not concede!”

“You are foul! What crawled up your asshole and died!” Hayden shouted.

“It’s Miss Waverly!! And I did not concede!” Waverly grunted and pulled Hayden’s hair.

I was going to break it up but Betty put her hand across my chest and held me back to let the girls get out their aggression.

“It is not Miss Waverly when you are on restriction like me you lard-ass. Get off me before I scratch your eyes out!!” Hayden was working her body around so that she could get on her back and push Waverly off but her big sister was using her weight and position to hold Hayden down under her big ass.

“I am not a piss whore like you and I’ll always be BETTER than you. I’ll always be a better cock sucker. I’ll always have bigger tits. I’ll always BE your better so get used to calling me Miss Waverly, Fart Face!!” Waverly rubbed her ass on her sister’s head.”

“You just think you are special because you are sucking up to Mom to be her favorite now?” Waverly slapped Hayden’s face and left a red mark. I had slapped Hayden just about everywhere on her body except for her face. I would never have even thought to do that. It seemed like face slapping was out of bounds or something but apparently it wasn’t.

Hayden struggled to get out from under her big sister’s ass. “It is the first thing I’ve done you haven’t!”

“I could! You are just ga-ga off that skinny nerd and want to impress him! You’ve got a little crush on him because he follows you around like a puppy dog” Waverly clearly didn’t see me or if she did she didn’t care. Hayden definitely couldn’t because Waverly was forcing her head the other direction with all her weight pressed down on her little sister’s face. She was trying to make Hayden talk directly into her wet pussy but Hayden was spinning her body away from Waverly’s thighs.

“I don’t have a crush on him. I don’t care who my Master is. He is just some guy at school. I want to be a urinal to prove something to myself. I’ve been too chicken for years. Go ahead and piss on my face, whore. I love it. It won’t bother me.” Hayden was turning red not from embarrassment but because her sister was crushing her. They were both slapping and pinching hard. This wasn’t even the first cat-fight of the evening between the two.

It hurt to hear she didn’t care what I thought but if it was the truth I had to live with it.

“You are an attention whore not a piss whore. You love that the chatroom is eating this all up. The fickle little perverts won’t give two shits in a few days when they’ve seen enough and you’ll be drinking my piss!” Waverly promised her sister and sat up slightly and farted on her again. A loud bawoom type of fart that blasted Hayden’s ear.

“Gah, as long as you don’t fart in my mouth, I don’t care!” Hayden insisted it wouldn’t bother her to be trained as a urinal. “I am a tough bitch. You can’t break me!” she assured her big sister.

“I am going to fart in your mouth. You are going to be tied to the toilet. You have to put up with it all. You have to lick my asshole,” Waverly teased her sister cruelly.

“Good, let me lick that your stretched out shit hole now,” Hayden was clearly gnashing her teeth like a rabbit indicating she’d bite her sister’s asshole.

We let them fight for a while and tire each other out before putting a stop to it. Betty pointed out there had been a lot of tipping during the fight. Afterwards, we took another 420 break. I hit the weed this time without protesting.

“I am sorry if you heard me say that, Master Justin,” Hayden apologized. The way I read the look on her face was that she was apologizing for what I might have heard but not that she was taking back anything she said.

“You are sorry for saying what? That you don’t care who your master is and that I am just some kid at school? You aren’t wrong,” I said as I coughed and handed it back to her. I was hurt but I was trying to maintain my cool and not seem like I had just melted inside and wanted to collapse into a puddle of insecurity.

“Learn to handle your shit,” Waverly laughed and took the pipe. I had passed the pipe out of order. I didn’t even know there was an order. I didn’t even realize at first she meant the pipe. I thought she meant for me to take charge of Hayden and make her respect me.

“Look, we are going to say a lot of stuff to each other. It isn’t all true. I was just in the heat of the moment, Master” Hayden apologized but she didn’t really.

“Was what you said in that HEAT of the moment true though?” I asked. Hayden paused like she didn’t want me to answer it.

I was ready to go home. If Hayden said it was true I didn’t want to hear it. If Hayden said it wasn’t true I wasn’t going to believe it because she was a good liar.

“Oh don’t be a fucking baby and go home,” Waverly told me as she passed the pipe to her mother and exhaled slowly. She could almost sense what I was thinking right then. I am sure it read on my face that I was hurt.

Hayden didn’t say anything. She didn’t seem like she knew what to say.

“I am not going home. At least not right now,” I said as I thought about my options. If I left right at that moment though then they would definitely never respect me.

“Stay Master Justin, I am sorry,” Hayden said I could punish her if it would help. I didn’t want to punish her. I wanted her to take back the words and have a crush on me. I nodded in agreement I would stay but didn’t say anything about punishment.

My dick got a little hard though thinking up future punishments. That was another reason I wanted to stay.

“Actually, I need to text your mom. Something about it being late and I don’t like to drive so late at night. Maybe her handsome husband can come pick you up?” Betty smiled and started typing into her phone while holding her hit and passing it back to Hayden. Betty said she added “Or I could just bring him to the pool party tomorrow.”

Betty showed me that my mom had texted back that would be perfectly fine. I was shocked at how easily Betty manipulated my mother into giving her the answer she wanted without questions. I shouldn’t have been. The girls had told me they were master manipulators but I had never thought about how that might actually benefit me.

“You could probably just come out and ask her if I can spend the night,” I told Betty. I am no manipulator. I would have just asked my mom and rolled the dice.

Betty said “Where would be the fun in that?” and chuckled.

I came to learn that the girls had a regular cam show they did every night from about 8:30 pm until midnight. There were hundreds of other cams so if they didn’t show up some regulars would enter the chat room but they would watch other cam shows while they waited. They also did ad-hoc shows whenever they did training or felt like playing with themselves around the house for extra money.

I told them it was like that on Twitch.

“What the fuck is Twitch? Porn for Meth-heads?” Waverly asked sarcastically.

“No, it is like webcams. Except people get on there and play video games and other people watch them,” I said.

When I explained they got tipped and some made full time livings playing video games for a living on there they were flabbergasted.

“You mean I let you stick two dolls up my asshole and cunt and I could just play Super Mario Punch Out and make the same money?” Waverly was miffed.

I said they probably make more and she laughed and said that I had no idea how little they got to keep after the Jay and Q and the webcam company took their share.

“Who the fuck wants to watch people play video games?” Waverly asked with the same sarcastic exasperation that people would do that and spend money on it instead of watching porn.

Hayden asked her sister “Who the fuck wants to watch your big ass masturbate like a frog,” Hayden pretended to masturbate like a frog and made ribbit sounds as she croaked up and down in an exaggerated imitation of her sister’s self-love on the couch with one of her frog-shaped dildos. The frog had a little tongue that came out as it spun round and round with pearls inside. It was battery operated.

Waverly insisted that wasn’t how she masturbated and the two started to argue again. Hayden’s imitation was funny but hardly accurate. Waverly looked hot and vulnerable when she played with herself.

“I think two girls on restriction need attitude adjustments. We can punish Hayden for what she said about Master Justin and I will think of something for Waverly,” Betty announced that the 420 break was over.

“What the fuck did I do to be punished, Mistress?” Waverly asked as if her mother were being unfair.

“I am sure you did something fucked up but these can be maintenance punishments just to keep your attitude in check. We had thirty minutes left but I can see staying late and beating your asses. I found my titty press out in the garage today. I could flatten your tits with it and make you two sit on the wooden horses!”

Waverly and Hayden groaned but they didn’t refuse. I was shocked they were so willing to be slapped and humiliated on webcam.

“Can’t we do something else? Something fun?” Waverly complained. That was her complaint? It wasn’t “Fun”?

“Can I whip all three of your asses with that bullwhip?” I pointed to a big leather bullwhip hanging on the wall. It looked like something a cowboy would use on the range.

“Not unless you want to take off some skin,” Betty joked that I could do a lot of damage with that bullwhip but said that she could use an ass beating herself. “Fine, I’ve got an idea and since it is a maintenance punishment, and I could use a little attitude adjustments myself we’ll play a little game,” Betty described her game.

THE CAROUSEL OF PAIN: A GAME BY BETTY FINCH

At Betty’s instruction the girls moved the coffee table and arranged themselves on all fours facing one another in a circle. The three of them stuck out their tongues and touched. They had clearly played this game before but they didn’t clue me in on the rules and told me I would learn as I went. They assured me I’d like it.

“The first one who stops touching tongues is out and sleeps in the cage. The second one who stops touching tongues sleeps tied up out here on the living room floor with the webcam on and all three holes stuffed until morning. The last one gets aftercare with Master Justin,” She said.

“Ooh big whoopee, after care with Master Justin,” Waverly said sarcastically.

“No big prize for me with your snoring and farting simultaneously in the same bed. You’d blow my sheets off!” I teased her and she stuck out her tongue at me before touching them back to Hayden and Betty. They were nose to nose as they waited.

My job was to make them stop touching tongues.

All I had to do was distract them. Hurt them. Anything I wanted. Betty had shown me a bunch of toys I could use.

“Ready... 3... 2... 1...”

I still had questions. I wanted to know if none of them stopped touching tongues what happened but they stopped talking.

They just pressed their tongues to one another hard and looked at each other with these very stubborn expressions.

Betty waved at me to hurry me along with the distractions.

The first thing I did was take a red wooden paddle with holes in it and go around smacking their asses very hard. That didn’t do much. I found that when they weren’t talking there was a lot of awkward silence and felt the need to sort of narrate.

“I thought that would at least make you laugh,” I said. I joked even “Should I show you a picture of my Uncle Eddie’s dick?”

UNCLE’S NOTE: LOW BLOW, JUSTIN! LOW BLOW!

That didn’t make them laugh either. Betty encouraged me to get more creative.

I grabbed the largest dildos I could find and put them in their pussies and fucked them in and out and then put them in their asses. I did it rough without much lube other than pussy juice.

“You better get wet because it is going in dry,” and I shoved them up their asses. They groaned uncomfortably but all three of them took the dildos and continued.

I found mouse traps in the collection. At first, I assumed they did not belong with the sex toys. Betty pointed to her tits and made an OK sign.

“Really? Wow, okay,” I set the trap and then attached it to her tit and let it go off. This thing could break a rats neck. She screamed into her daughter’s mouths but didn’t stop touching tongues. She pointed to them and pantomimed just putting them on and closing the lid instead of snapping the shut. Her nipple was turning cherry red.

Waverly giggled at her mother’s pain.

I put mouse traps on all their tits and then again on their pussy flaps. Waverly still had the words “Pussy flaps” written on her cunt in marker. She was dripping wet and backed up on my fingers. It made my dick hard.

I realized I could fuck the three of them if I wanted. My dick was sore from the workout it was getting. They fucked a lot and had big cunts but they had tight pussy muscles and my dick was slightly red from al the use it was finally getting. I pulled out the plugs and dildos and began to fuck the three of them.

Imagine this skinny guy with six inches on either side of ass cheeks as he fucks three different women from behind. I felt like a horny squirrel trying to get his nut. I even tried pulling the girls apart and leaning back while I fucked them but Betty held up a finger and waved it like “nuh-uh-uh!”

It must be against the rules to physically pull them apart. They had clearly played this game before and none of them were going to give in easily despite having mousetraps hanging from their tits and pussy lips.

I attached clothespins on what I assumed were “Clits”. Whatever it was it was this triangle shaped meaty center part to their pussies. They groaned but didn’t seem phased.

I hummed the theory to jeopardy as I frantically went from girl to girl thinking of some sensation that would get them to move their tongues away from each other.

“Dun-nuh, nuh-nuh, buh-buh-bup-buh!” I hummed. There were push-pins in one of the toy chests along with whips, floggers and sex toys. I was desperate and I knew a standard flogger would not do enough. I held up the push-pins and waited for Betty to tell me know.

I started with her first and pushed one into her butt. She grunted and winced but she let me push it into her ass. It didn’t bleed. It had barely broken the skin. I pushed several others into her butt to spell out WH and RE on either side. Then I put a circular butt plug that was clear in the center and looked like an O into her asshole to spell out Whore. The chatroom liked that.

Betty giggled.

Nothing short of a hammer to the fingers seemed like it was going to make any of them budge. Betty moaned encouragingly at me to get creative.