Chapter 12

June 1st, 2019

It had been a week since Kirk first visited. Kirk had been reluctant at first to use the girls for anything other than cum dumps. Once he realized the girls weren’t kidding when they said they would do anything he wanted, Kirk became one of their best and most devious customers. Sometimes he tried them out one a time, but he usually played with all three of them. Kirk’s favorite thing was stretching the girl’s tits and cunts in strange ways.

This morning Kirk had tightly bound the girl’s tits with plastic zip-ties until they turned purple. He made the three girls bend over an ice chest and stick their tits in to numb them. He bound them, so their hands were uncomfortably tied behind their backs and instructed the three of them to make out. Savannah had grown used to making out with Melanie and Nicole and didn’t mind it.

Savannah once teased Nicole by telling her that her face looked like an asshole. “I just imagine I am licking your booty-hole!”

The girls weren’t in a laughing mood for this session. They were in tears because Kirk enjoyed their discomfort. He spread their pussy lips wide and attached mouse traps to their pussy flaps. Kirk stuffed a Lego brick in their asshole and two in their pussy.

Two sessions earlier, when Kirk was really trying to enjoy Savannah’s suffering, she had joked that getting her nipples twisted this hard wasn’t that bad. “The worst pain of all was stepping on a Lego block,” she smirked.

Kirk had been making Savannah eat those words by filling her full of the plastic toys and then watching her waddle around with them inside her.

He placed several Lego bricks under their feet while they were bent over the cooler and instructed them to march in place.

Kirk delighted in their moaning. He wanted to see if one of them would break and demand he stop, but they didn’t. They kept treading on the Lego bricks and letting him apply incrementally more pain to their sexy, naked bodies.

“You still sure that you need the discipline to atone for your many shortcomings? You look pretty miserable! You want me to make it harder?” Kirk could be surprisingly sadistic. He was naked in their living room.

“Yes, Sir!” Melanie groaned with a tear-soaked face. “I am so wet right now. Please fuck me hard like a dirty slut!” she begged him to plow her. She could only think of satisfying an urgent, primal need because pain and pleasure had become so intertwined in her life.

Nicole and Savannah were not acting like Smart-asses. They were sniveling and whining like defeated, surrendered cunts. They didn’t seem like victims. They had chosen this, and they obeyed his instructions - but they didn’t like it. The girl’s teeth were chattering from the cold. Adrenalin was pumping through their bodies, but their icy-numb tits were preventing it from circulating.

Kirk rubbed Melanie’s delicious cunt and told her that she’d to suffer a little longer. “I am almost out of time. You’ll just have to fantasize about the orgasm I’d allow you to have, Slut!” Kirk demanded.

“No, sir! Please, I am begging you! Please, Master Brock, let him stay a little longer! Just a little bit longer, I am so close! Fuck me, fuck me, I’ll be good!” Melanie promised.

“You will be good,” Brock had been observing in the living room with Jonathon. Some of their clients preferred to have privacy, but Kirk liked having an audience. “Wicked cunts like you need to suffer, and the best suffering is denying you an orgasm!” Brock assured her. Kirk began to release the girls reluctantly after the iPhone alarm signaled the hour was up.

“I thinking putting Legos up my asshole is a close second,” Savannah spat out the ones he had stuffed in her mouth.

“My titties are like two frozen McBoobies,” Nicole began to move her arms around to return circulation as Kirk unbound their tits.

“Thank you, guys! I had some issues with my ex-wife to work out, and I’ve been able to really work out some of those demons,” Kirk told them casually after it was done.

“You are not finished with us, are you, Sir?” Melanie had composed herself even though her silver mascara had run down her face, and her nose was still running. She was always enthusiastic to see Kirk again.

“Not by a long shot! I was going to ask Brock if I could take you overnight?” he turned to Brock and asked his permission. He knew it wasn’t up to Melanie.

“You have only done about five sessions with us,” Brock sat on the couch like a Young King on his throne, considering a question from one of his courtiers. He looked at Jonathon for his thoughts.

“What do you want to do with her?” Jonathon asked. He was protective of all three women just like Brock and neither owned one more than the other. Savannah still considered Brock, her boyfriend, but she obeyed them both equally.

“I want to dress her up in something sexy and take her to a party where my ex-wife will be,” Kirk smiled. “Then I want to fuck her brains out in my car. I’d like to tie her up and do the same things I do here,” he said.

There was no denying Melanie was flattered and excited to chosen to make his ex-wife jealous.

“We are talking about 12 hours here? So what kind of tip were you thinking about?” Jonathon asked.

“The rate is usually one hundred roses, and she’ll be enjoying dancing and a nice dinner,” Kirk replied.

“That makes it even worse,” Brock pointed to three bowls on the ground. “Savannah fill those bowls with table scraps and water and show Kirk how you eat,” Brock made Melanie and Nicole crawl over to the bowls and wait with their heads in the bowl while Savannah prepared their food.

“We have them conditioned and well-trained. You want to let my Mom go enjoy being a flirty slut. That will reverse all our hard work,” Brock said.

“You are right, Master Brock,” the grown man often called them Master because the girls said it so often. “I don’t know what I was thinking. It was petty of me to want to make my ex-wife jealous,” he shrugged.

“I am not saying it is petty. If you can put 800 roses on the table today as a deposit and 800 when you return her that should cover the cost of her re-training. We just have some conditions,” Brock said.

Jonathon picked up when Brock stopped talking and said that every hour on the hour he expected a video call from his Aunt on Snapchat. He said that was expected no matter where she was. “If we call you, then we expect you to pick up. We have GPS on Melanie’s phone, and if she isn’t where that phone is when we call, we’ll know. In Public, she has to wear something street legal - that means, at a minimum, her ass crack, pussy slit, and nipples are covered. She is only allowed to sit on furniture in public and only with permission. You cannot make her crawl or sit on the floor in public. You cannot spank her in public. Take her to a more private location like the bathroom if you need to discipline her to. Any additional person you want her to suck, fuck, or please is another hundred roses. Keep a close eye on her and make sure that she only eats food you approve,” he listed off his basic expectations.

Brock said he’d text some guidelines on a diet back at the house. Billy and Damien liked to experiment on Melanie and give her laxatives and then make her eat so much cheese she became constipated. Kirk was sadistic, but he wasn’t a sociopath like they were. Brock left nothing to chance, and neither did Jonathon.

Kirk thanked the guys and laid his money down on the table. He said he would rather spend it on the girls than give any to his ex-wife when their divorce was finalized.

Once Kirk left, the girls were fed, inspected, hosed down, and given three enemas outside. The girls rarely got to rest during the day.

Brock and Jonathon were taking them to the strip club. Danny Lee had asked for them to stop by the day they met Kirk.

He said he wasn’t a very technical guy “But you look like nerds. I’ve been told we can make money off the Internet?” the old Biker asked them.

Brock and Jonathon explained what they were doing.

“Yeah, I can read a bank statement. I see how much is coming into the account I gave you for my cut,” he said. Brock had generously offered him 50% of their online revenue to him weeks ago when Danny first heard about it. Danny graciously allowed the boys to keep their balls attached to their bodies in exchange.

Danny had a business proposal for the guys. He owned a small industrial warehouse near the club. He gave them whatever they needed to set up the other girls in the club with twitter and Onlyfans accounts. They taught the girls how to use it to self-promote. They set up a studio in the warehouse where the girls could do private shows on their off-time from dancing. 50% of the profit went to Danny, 10% went to Brock, and Jonathon and 40% went to the girls as their incentive. Most of the strippers had tremendously low-self-esteem despite being very pretty, and the extra validation of feeling like celebrities had them hooked on the App.

At first, some of the older girls were skeptical, but once they realized it allowed them to bring in more business and connect with regulars, they loved it. Many of the other dancers at the Landing strip already used Twitter, but they had no idea how to monetize it. Jonathon and Brock also set up a website for the club and taught the managers to post which girls were working that day. It allowed the customers to see if their favorite girl was working. The club spent several thousand dollars on phones with good cameras, web services, upgraded ISPs.

Today, Danny wanted to see them again. Brock and Jonathon were a little apprehensive about their visit. If their business plan backfired because the clients weren’t tech-savvy or Danny didn’t see any value in any of it, then it would be their ass today.

“Don’t worry, Master,” Melanie assured her son that Danny secretly liked him.

“How do you know that?” Brock asked.

“Do you see Mister Billy, Damien, or Elbert coming around as often? If he didn’t like you, he’d have gotten rid of you, Sir,” she assured him.

“That’s scary,” Brock chuckled. The guys were still coming around to collect money, but they didn’t stay long. Brock said it was because they clearly had other priorities now with the club.

“We are going to be late! Mistress Stormy will have our asses!” Melanie realized what time it was.

“You should have thought about that before you begged her for all those extra rules, Mom!” Savannah reminded Melanie. She called her Mom now without even thinking about it. Savannah was still rubbing her tits from the ice chest torture they received.

“Those special rules make it interesting! You’d get bored if all you had to do was lounge around on guy’s laps and give dances!” Nicole teased Savannah playfully. Savannah and Nicole had quickly become fast friends and rivals at the same time. They both had a tremendous appetite for dares and bets. Nicole usually never paid up when she lost bets before she moved in with Melanie. She appreciated the fact that it didn’t happen here.

“You cunts can run your mouth about who had the best idea while you get your enemas,” Brock insisted the girls get down on the floor in the heel position. He and Jonathon attached leashes to their necks and walked them out the front door completely naked.

Their neighbor Margaret was outside with her yapping dog again. Margaret didn’t launch her into old diatribe of scorn about the girl’s lewd behavior. She had a completely different demeanor after the girls cleaned her house for how. She was disgusted at first. The girls had obediently done everything she wanted to her exacting specifications, and now she thought Jonathon and Brock hung the moon. Margaret was also talking to someone on the phone when they walked out.

She put the call on hold and told the boys, “I’ve got a granddaughter in Boca that I should send to stay with you for a few weeks. She’s 22, and she got kicked out of college for the second time. She’s addicted to painkillers, and she keeps dating complete losers,” Margaret described her angrily. Margaret was still cranky and cantankerous but always polite and sweet to Brock and Jonathon.

Melanie had given a similar speech to the one she had Kirk when they came over to clean her house the first time. Margaret didn’t want to hear it or believe it. It wasn’t until she observed the girls being put in their place while they cleaned that she began to approve. She told them she wished someone had done that to her when she was young and dumb. “I might not have run off with my third husband if my second husband had the balls to do half of what you’d do to your mothers,” she told them that first night.

Every visit since over the last few weeks had only further cemented in Margaret’s mind that there was wisdom in the cruelty. “This is a complete reset. You have to take everything away - everything! Start over from scratch and rebuild. A full re-education,” Margaret had told them on that visit.

Now she was offering her grand-daughter as a participant for a few weeks. She didn’t ask Brock or Jonathon if they minded. Margaret was an old, extremely pushy woman, and she didn’t feel anyone got anywhere by waiting around for someone else to ask.

“I think it would take longer than a few weeks,” Brock assumed that the offer was hyperbolic, and Margaret didn’t really mean it.

Margaret had her cell phone with her, and she put it up to her ear. “Greta? They said it will take longer than a couple weeks. Get your ass up here, and we’ll see if a couple months of this improves your attitude. You’ve tried everything else! No more rehab, no more diets, no more trust fund! Believe me when I tell you these women were worse than you when they began! I know it is hard to believe. What? No, I’ll buy you a BUS ticket but no plane ticket!” the miserly old biddy continued to bicker on the phone with her granddaughter.

Jonathon and Brock ignored the old woman and chuckled. They didn’t believe a strange girl would show up on the doorstep and agree to any of this training. They could hardly believe they had three willing sluts as it was. They unleashed their slaves and allowed them to squat in the bushes to pee and shit. It was something the girls were very used to at the trailer now. It was strange to Jonathon that they reveled in lifting up their legs and letting out a torrent of yellow piss. They had been mortified at first, but now they giggled.

The sluts were permitted three minutes to finish and no toilet paper. The de-humanizing aspect was intensely humiliating and arousing. Stony-faced, Mr. Eldridge watched the girls squat and piss like dumb sluts from his window as he always did.

The girls chuckled and waved at him while Brock and Jonathon filmed it for their twitter feed. The girls were ordered to lay flat on the beach chairs. “Face down on your bellies,” Jonathon ordered them while he reverse hogtied them. They were given the first of three daily enemas through a garden hose with a funnel. Their bellies would soon be distended and swollen as they fought to hold the water in their bowels. The girls got fingered and had a lot of anal sex at the club. It was for the best that they were thoroughly cleaned out before they arrived.

The trailers were very close to one another, and the backyards were shared between the various trailers. Margaret walked behind the trailer right up to where the boys were handing out enemas.

“Okay, Greta says she can be here in two weeks, but she has some questions,” Margaret handed the phone to Brock.

“You were serious?” Brock took the phone from her.

“Son, I am 78 years old. I don’t have time to joke around about things. I’ve cut off her allowance. I also told Greta if she wants to inherit a dime, then she has to complete your program. I told her you two would straighten her out!” Margaret had all the confidence in the world that Brock and Jonathon could help her grand-daughter through the generous application of discipline.