Chapter 10

Several Weeks Later – May 25th, 2019
(Nicole and Jonathon now live in the Trailer)

It had been three long, grueling months since Nicole visited Melanie. Today just like almost every day since Nicole’s arrival, the three women were naked on beach chairs positioned behind the trailer.

The only thing they wore were black leather dog collars emblazoned with the Warlock emblem and the names Dimbo, Savannah, and Nic-Hole.

The beach chairs were new. They could afford them because between the three women, they were earning quite a bit more now stripping and turning tricks.

Jonathon had set up Onlyfans accounts for the ladies. Brock and Jonathon were also posting daily photos of his Mother, Aunt, and Savannah on Twitter. The photos served as an advertisement to support their subscription amateur porn videos, and the girls loved taking pictures. They dared each other to see who could do something more outrageous in each picture.

The family was making more on that than anyone expected, and it had helped them buy a new car and make some improvements around the trailer. Danny still had a piece of the revenue, but he didn’t share any of the revenue with Billy, Damien, or Elbert.

The naked sluts were lying on their bellies with their legs spread. Their knees were duct-taped to the edges of the beach chair so they couldn’t close them. The women’s wrists were cuffed to their ankles, so they were positioned in a reverse hog-tie.

As it was summer vacation and the sun was out, they were getting an early start on their sun rituals. They had make-shift enemas stuffed in their assholes. The enema consisted of a baby bottle nipple in the anus. It was fed by 12 inches of garden hose that curved upwards. A golf ball precariously rested on top of the hose to seal it.

Brock and Jonathon shared control of the women equally. They still answered to the guys, but Damien, Billy, and Elbert had been assigned hot young bunnies of their own by their Father’s motorcycle club. They would come by periodically to pick up their money, and then they would deliver their father’s share to him.

It was common knowledge in the trailer park that the women would be outside naked like this. Initially, there were a lot more interested people watching them or even using them. Stone-faced, Mr. Eldridge always watched them. Today Jenkin’s had applied lotion to their backs.

“Can I get a blowjob?” he asked Nicole.

“Do you have twenty dollars, Mister Jenkins?” she asked him politely as he fucked with the garden hose sticking out of her ass.

“No, but I put lotion on your back,” Jenkins pushed the enema in a little farther up her pink, tender asshole. Nicole had bruise marks, and a rosy pink ass from early morning punishments, and her pussy was swollen and wet.

“We appreciate you doing that, Mister Jenkins. I love sucking dick, and I’d love to suck yours, but I can’t do it unless you tip. If you set the money down on the table, I’ll give you the best blowjob of your life!”

Melanie and Savannah offered to give him one even better.

“I could just stick my dick in your mouth!” Jenkins had his dick out of his shorts menacingly.

“You could, Sir, and I can’t stop you. My son and nephew are probably watching, though, and they would forbid you from playing with us every day. I’d really hate that,” Nicole didn’t like Jenkins, but she had to tell the oaf politely how much she liked him. “I will make it really special for you if you tip me! Put down thirty and see what I do for you!!” she tempted him.

Jenkins didn’t have the money even if he was willing to pay. He removed the golf ball and pissed into her garden hose then ran into the bushes to watch their disgusted faces and masturbate.

“Bring back that golf ball, Mister Jenkins! PLEASE? I’ll get punished!” Nicole cried after him. She’d be punished many times when the golf ball turned up missing no matter the reason. Jenkins only giggled and pounded his pud while he crouched in the bushes.

“So, are you glad you chose to stay?” Melanie asked her sister with a hint of irony in her voice. Nicole could already feel the warm piss entering her asshole. She was already packed with a freshwater enema and had to hold it a few minutes longer before she’d be permitted to squirt it back out.

“I made a choice,” Nicole sighed. “Who is to say if I walked down the road the next nice old man to give me a lift wasn’t a serial killer?” she said as she prepared herself for her son’s inevitable wrath for losing the golf ball.

“Nice, you like it here just a little more than being abducted, tortured, and left for dead by a serial killer?” Savannah asked sarcastically. She had thrived under the discipline. She didn’t want to admit it, but Melanie had been right. The constant structure, humiliations, and even pain had served to make her a diligent, obedient, caring slut. She considered Jonathon and Brock her Masters but only Brock as her boyfriend.

“I didn’t mean it that way,” Nicole said as she tried to hold her butthole tight. She could feel her sphincter muscles giving way and a little of the warm piss leaking back out. “If I had listened to Melanie and left a lot of things would be different. I could have ended up at the Sunny Day Motel whoring next to your mom,” Nicole had met Tanya, and she didn’t like the rude bitch.

“You wouldn’t have had nearly as much fun as you do with us,” Savannah assured her.

“It’s been a rollercoaster, for sure. I’ve been pushed harder than I’ve ever been pushed in my life. I’ve been fucked harder than I’ve ever been fucked before too!” Nicole laughed introspectively. “All I am saying is that leaving that night probably wouldn’t have ended well for me. At least this way, I am getting my attitude adjusted. Master Jonathon says in five years, we’ll have paid everyone back we ever stole or borrowed from and have enough to get a house!” she said.

“You will stop serving him in five years?” Melanie seemed puzzled.

“Do you think anyone wants to see sixty-five-year-old grannies naked behind a trailer? We have to stop sometime,” Nicole admitted.

Melanie hadn’t thought about this ever ending. She had been so in the moment since her discipline began that she could see no other life than one of austerity and obedience now.

“I guess it will be weird if our grandkids come and visit us and ask to take us outside and play fetch,” Melanie admitted. The girls had spent a lot of time training like slutty human-dogs, slave-ponies, and even sexy house-kitties under Jonathon and Brock’s watchful eyes.

“You gonna consider this one in my belly, your grandkid?” Savannah was two months pregnant. She no longer joked about being on birth control pills “most days.” She was already starting to show a little pooch, and her tits were hard.

“Absolutely!” Melanie was ecstatic at the possibility.

Savannah’s birth mother said she was a dumbass for getting pregnant at an early age. “You are going to turn out just like me. Pop-out these ungrateful fuckers, and they will return to kick your ass and stick your head in a toilet just like Billy and Damien!” she warned her.

Savannah laughed sweetly and smiled when her mother tried to provoke her into an argument. A few months ago, she would have thrown a shoe at the old bat and started pulling her hair in a catfight. After only a few months of discipline, she couldn’t be so easily rattled with harsh words.

“Even if this baby is black or something?” Savannah had no idea who the father was. She hoped it was from Brock, but there were hundreds of possible sperm donors.

“I don’t care if the baby comes out purple, Savannah! You are now officially my daughter in law as far as I am concerned, and that baby is going to be my first and only grandkid!” Melanie assured her.

Nicole said it would be her niece or nephew as well and asked what she thought it would be.

“It’s kicking the shit out of my tummy and keeps yanking on my vagina. I am guessing it’s a girl full of piss and vinegar just like I was,” Savannah smirked. Tanya had regaled her daughter dozens of times about the pain of carrying her to term. She blamed Savannah for her stretch marks and stretching out her pussy. Savannah would have said it was all that cock that stretched it out, but now she would politely listen and empathize with her mother. She found it made Tanya furious when she couldn’t provoke an argument. Tanya also told Savannah she was a horrible baby that cried all the time and made her miserable. Savannah would have said she was miserable long before that and will be for the rest of her life. She was above all that now.

“Have you thought about how you are going to raise it?” Nicole asked.

“What do you mean?” Savannah asked.

“You have no authority, no choices, and have to constantly be polite. That doesn’t work with a toddler. Will Master Brock let you make an exception and take on a parental role?” Nicole asked.

“Fuck, I hope not!” Savannah liked having no choices.

Melanie had convinced her and Nicole of the wisdom of silencing all the voices of self-doubt, regret, and the constant worry that you’ve made the wrong decision. All they had to do was trust that someone else had a plan and execute that plan. Savannah had tried to prove Melanie wrong, but when she shut up and just did as she was told, she found that she was happier. The key was to find guys like Brock and Jonathon, who really were looking out for them. They were harsh and strict, but that was necessary. The moment they were inconsistent or lenient was when the voices of doubt came back, and the girls tried to get away with things they knew they shouldn’t.

Nicole had been much more difficult to convince at first. Nicole had no desire to serve her son and nephew. She initially had no desire to eventually get the Warlock tattoo. She had to be pushed, shoved, stretched, pulled, slapped, choked and fucked hard during her initiation. It was an emotional experience for Nicole, like childbirth. In the process of the shared pain, she felt like she truly earned that tattoo.

She was so elated after her initiation in the Warlocks that she sucked off the tattoo artist and invited everyone in the tattoo parlor to fuck her afterward.

It wasn’t until she observed Savannah and Melanie thrive in a state of discipline and humiliation that she began to see that all the choices she ever made were motivated by self-serving greed and petty desires. She had a long talk with Jonathon before surrendering authority to him. He had always been by her side when nobody else had. Jonathon proved to her over the last few weeks then once he was empowered to make decisions, he made them far better than she ever would.

Jonathon and Brock were not only cousins but best friends. They had each other’s backs and served as a good check and balance. The two boys ran new rules past each other before introducing them to the girls to make sure they made sense and seemed fair.

“I hope you’ve been using this time to reflect, sluts” Jonathon surprised the girls by walking up behind them.

“Oh my gosh, you almost made me drop my golf ball, Master Jonathon!” Melanie smiled. She really liked Jonathon a lot. He reminded her of Brock. Only Jonathon was an even bigger stickler for enforcing the rules.

“That would be tragic, Dimbo!” Jonathon liked to call Melanie that name. It was her stripper name, and it was tattooed in a tramp stamp just above at the curve of her back above her ass. Melanie had revealed to them that was the persona she became when he was a total slut, but it humiliated her to answer to it. She asked them to pretend it wasn’t her suggestion to call her that from now or make her get the tattoo.

Nicole wanted to use Darling Nikki as her stripper name. Jonathon forbid it because the stories she told made her sound like a hustling conceited bitch. She answered, “NIK-HOLE!” pronounced exactly that way by the DJ.

Savannah began dancing by her real name. She wasn’t afraid if people knew who she was, and it easier for her to recognize it when the DJ told her to stand by to go on stage. Brock let her keep using the name because he said it fit her so perfectly.

“Mister Jenkins took my golf ball and pissed in my enema tube again, Master Jonathon!” Nicole told herself before being asked.

Jonathon warned her not to talk without permission.

“Jenkins, did my mom offer you a BJ?” Jonathon was very familiar with the guy and held up his hands for Jenkins to toss back the ball.

“Yeah,” Jenkins tossed it back.

“You should take her up on it sometime! I can tell you she is one of the top three cocksuckers in the entire trailer park,” Jonathon chuckled. His mother had sucked his cock many times. He plucked the garden hose out of her ass and quickly shoved the golf ball into her asshole to stop the water from squirting out.

Nicole’s nipples got hard as she groaned in discomfort. She liked the pain but hated having her tummy distended from the enema.

“You get an extra five minutes for being naughty!” he told his mother. He twisted the other two hoses to point down and removed the golf balls. Melanie and Savannah signed in pleasure as they shot light brownish water out of their assholes.

The women received three enemas like this almost every morning before starting their day after they shit on the lawn. It helped keep any crap from smearing the cocks, butt plugs, and dildos they’d be using during the day.

Brock was in the background filming this on his cell phone. He posted an update on bondagelife.com for the girl’s fans. They paid a subscription fee to see women 24/7 trained in bondage. The three women were becoming almost as popular as the founding star of that website, Rachel Grayhound. Rachel lived 24/7 as a pet. She didn’t turn tricks or drive Uber. She labored on a farm and lived in a rural area. They weren’t in competition. Brock still had to turn over a portion of the earnings to the Warlocks, but they were saving and re-investing it.

He had no intention of moving out of the trailer park. They could get away with leaving the girls outside naked here. It had a certain trashy appeal to their subscribers that wanted to see girls in degrading situations instead of elegant mansions.

“We have a big day planned for you cunts,” Brock announced as he read off the schedule.

“You’ve got a session with a new customer booked in thirty minutes. I need to get you inside and caged. You must have made quite an impression on him when you gave him that ride on Uber. He booked all three of you! Then we’ll drop you off at the Landing Strip and pick you up at 7pm Sharp. I want you ready to drive at least six hours tonight. Savannah has in-call scheduled midnight, but Nic-Hole and Dimbo are free. Once I introduce you to her in-call, if he doesn’t want you as well, I’ll make the two of you jog naked around the block until he is gone!” he said.

The girls frequently streaked through the neighborhood at night. Brock and Jonathon often made a game of it by taking their purse and telling them where it was and making them go get it. They’d also tie them to the back of their new Rav/4 and make them keep up. The Rav/4 was big enough that all three girls could be in it when they picked up a rider. They didn’t always ride together, but only Melanie was permitted to drive.

“We’ll barely have time to eat and ice down our pussies with all this planned for today, Master,” Melanie said.

Brock kept a riding crop with him, and he smacked his mother hard across the ass-cheeks. The force made her squirt the last remaining chunks of dirty enema water out of her ass.

“Thank you for the reminder that I am not in charge, Sir. You are in charge, and you know what is best for me! I am sorry for speaking out of turn!” Melanie said.

Her son pulled the baby bottle nipple out of her ass and shoved it in her mouth to clean. Then he pushed the golf ball into her anus.

He did the same thing to Savannah. He heard the familiar rev of Harley Davidsons pulling up into his yard. It was the guys to check on him. He cringed a little when he heard them pulling up.

“Those assholes,” Jonathon hated them. They had been very unkind to him at first. The first thing they said to Jonathon three weeks ago was, “We already have a snot-nosed pipsqueak. We don’t need a second one.”

Then Damien sucker-punched Jonathon in the gut and knocked the wind out of him.

“Hey, it’s my favorite little bitches!” Billy chuckled as he sauntered into the backyard.

“Yeah, and they’ve got three whores with them!” Damien added.

“That gets funnier every time you tell that joke,” Jonathon smirked sourly.

Billy, Damien, and Elbert wore black leather Warlock prospect vests even though it was hot outside. They were flanked by three pretty white girls about 19-20 years old. The girls looked like the kind of sluts you’d see working as waitresses in a Hooters. They would have been out of the boys league completely if not for the fact they had become Danny Lee’s golden boys over the last few months. Their natural swagger and willingness to use violence made them useful enforcers.

“We’re here to deliver a message from Danny,” Billy got straight down to business. His father wanted them to come over and invite the boys to visit him inside the strip club today.

“He could just text me,” Brock shrugged.

Billy laughed and said his father wasn’t into technology. “The spoken word can’t be traced,” Billy said.

Brock suppressed the urge to point out he could have been recording him with the cell phone all along. It would have just ended with Billy smashing his brand new iPhone XI pro.

“What does he want?” Brock asked as he checked out the pretty but shallow airhead girls hanging on the guy’s arms.

“If he wanted me to tell you, then I would have, Dingus,” Billy sneered.

“He doesn’t know,” Jonathon told Brock with a smirk.

“You got our fucking money?” Billy’s patience wasn’t inexhaustible, and even though he looked mad, he wasn’t angry with their backtalk. Billy respected Jonathon and Brock for standing up to them. That was all he ever wanted Brock to do in the first place when he first started bullying him.

Brock pulled a huge wad of cash out of his pocket and slapped it in Billy’s hand. The girls were expected to turn over at LEAST 800 dollars a day in cash. They could keep three hundred if they made at least 1,100 dollars. They rarely did, but Brock and Jonathon were making a lot of money from sharing videos and pictures online. They only shared their online profits with Danny directly and not the guys.

Brock and Jonathon had filmed the last Motorcycle event Running the Bunnies, and put some racy videos of the girls cleaning the trailer in bra and panties on Youtube to monetize and advertise them that way. They were making a steady income off of that, but they kept it all in the bank so the guys wouldn’t take it.

“This dumb fucker taking good care of you?” Billy asked Savannah.

She mumbled a little with the plug in her mouth. The biker girls chuckled at her humiliation. Billy said he knew she could talk with twelve inches of nigger cock in her mouth but removed the nozzle from her mouth anyway.

“Yes, Mister Billy, Master Brock, and Master Jonathon are the best. Thank you for asking about my well-being, Sir!” Savannah answered cheerfully and then opened her mouth to suggest he put the nozzle that had been up her ass back in so she could suck on it like a hungry baby.

“I don’t know what you did to my sister, but I love it, Bro!” Billy slapped Brock on the back. Billy said he’d love to stay and fuck the shit out of his sister, but he had these other cunts to dog out. The slutty biker chicks looked a little nervous, but they followed the guys back to the bike.

Billy’s father had given him those girls as a reward for his loyalty. They were new bunnies and hot enough to work nightshift at the Landing strip. Billy was about to take the vapid little cunts to the Sunny Day Motel for the first time and introduce them to their day job, sucking dicks and turning tricks for them. He’d probably also kick his mother’s ass once or twice for old time’s sake.

After they left, Jonathon removed the golf ball from his mother’s ass and let her drain her dirty shithole on the sod below the beach chair.