Chapter 2

“Hey, is the whore free?” a black man who volunteered in the kitchen opened the door. He had a cigarette in one hand and was apparently on a break. “Oh fuck yeah, I need to get my dick wet!”

He looked at us like it was perfectly normal for three women to be naked outside by the dumpster. The man’s expression seemed like he thought it was just something stupid white women normally do.

“Hello, Sir! I am not sure,” my mom squealed like a delighted teenager who couldn’t wait for the latest Taylor Swift album to drop. “My daughters are outside with me,” she looked at us with concern on her face that if we stay, we’ll get to watch her suck this guy’s cock.

“Why do you call him, Sir?” I was confused. Why did she call some men sir but not all men? It seemed like another chance to call her a hypocrite for not being consistent. I am a stickler for rules and I hate arbitrary exceptions.

“I have to call all men Sir and all women Ma’am when I am in service mode,” Mom shrugged like that term should make sense to me. I asked her why she didn’t call us Ma’am and my asshole brother said it was because he had commanded it.

I didn’t want my mom to call me “Ma’am” anyway. It would only feed into her fantasy that she should be doing any of this in front of us.

“If you girls are going to stay out here, then Mom has work to do. She is giving back to the community,” Luke sneered at us sarcastically and ordered my mother to kneel with her arms holding her ass cheeks apart in front of the man.

“Wait, this guy isn’t even homeless. Isn’t this just some excuse to suck a lot of dicks?” my sister narrowed her eyes in disgust. My sister seemed partially amused and at the same time, confused by what she was seeing.

“Hey, I work here for free! Your mom is good people. We have an understanding,” the black man unzipped his pants and stuffed his fully erect cock in my mother’s face right in front of us like it was perfectly normal.

“I am sorry if this shocked you, but I really am happy that you finally know about my role,” Mom said while polishing and slurping the cock. The man was taking his time, but he pulled her hair hard and slapped her face. “You really should go back inside. We can talk about this with your father tonight,” she suggested as the man began to throat-fuck her roughly. He grabbed her ears and pulled her head down on his throat. My mom choked a little, but she took his entire member down his throat like a circus sword swallower.

“No way,” I insisted. “You expect to tell us all of this and just go back inside like this is totally normal?” I glared at my mother. I was embarrassed, but at the same time, I wasn’t going to just pretend that anything I had just seen could wait until tonight.

“You stay out here, then you should squat down and lick on these nuts!” the black cook smiled as he slapped my mother’s face. She dutifully slurped his cock like it was the fountain of youth, and she needed it to survive.

“Please go inside, Heidi. Daren like to get rough, and I’d rather you not see this,” My mom said. I found it ironic she didn’t mind me seeing her kneeling in the nude, holding her ass cheeks apart until things got rough.

“So you get to tell us about your erotic secret life, and we have to accept it and then just go back to normal?” I snickered at how absurd that sounded.

“Yeah,” my sister offered in solidarity. Mandy is an air-head, but it seemed like she was on my side. “What if WE want to do the same things you are? Would you accept it then and pretend it was normal?” she asked.

I didn’t want to do the same things my mother was doing. The furthest thing from my mind was joining her in this humiliating spectacle. My mother winced, and she looked shocked that Mandy would shock such a thing, but she was too busy sucking cock to respond right away.

“I am a dumb whore who knows her place. I’ve had lots of training to submit and endure humiliation and pain. You have no idea what you are asking to do, Mandy!” my mom said with surprising clarity for a woman being throat-fucked. Snot ran down my mother’s nose, and her slobber rolled down her neck onto her tits.

The black man yanked my mother’s hair and lifted her head up. “Who is your Daddy? Who is your Daddy?” he shouted at her as he came into her mouth. My mom told him he was through muffled gasps and slurps. The black man didn’t wait around after he came. He zipped his pants and went over to the door to smoke a cigarette.

My mom removed the same condom she had spit the cum into from the Mexican man. She spit the load into it and licked up the dribbles of spit and cum from her tits dutifully.

“Gross! Why are you doing that?” I asked. I don’t know why I cared, but it seemed so profoundly humiliating that she would spit cum into condoms.

“I have to fill twenty condoms before I can come home. If this event ends before I do, then I will be severely punished,” My mom looked me in the eyes demurely. She seemed so submissive and serene and not at all stressed. She was normally pretty uptight with my sister and me, but in the nude behind the dumpster, she seemed at ease with being a total whore. “Your father wants to know that I was pleasing, and that is my quota. It is the most cum I’ve ever had to get at one of these events,” my mom said.

“That is why he sent me. To keep you motivated,” Luke said to her. He removed his belt and gave her a hard swat on her big ass. She thanked him and agreed.

“Wait? You like being spanked with a belt? So wouldn’t you WANT to fail your task and get punished?” I was trying to make sense of it.

“It is hard to explain, Heidi. I do need constant discipline, and I crave the feel of leather on my big ass,” she said.

“What does it feel like?” Mandy smirked. Luke offered to show her first hand, and my sister flipped him off.

“The punishment your Father will give me for failure will be unpleasant. I don’t think you want to see it,” She told me.

“You think I wanted to see this?” I asked sarcastically before asking her what the punishment was. I had a morbid curiosity about this now.

“I can’t speak for your father. The last time I failed this challenge, he made me lotion my entire body with the contents of the condoms I brought home. I had it all over my face, cunt, asshole, tits, and body,” she said.

Mandy asked her why she used a word like cunt. My mom forbade us the use of that word, even jokingly.

“I am a trained three-hole whore, now Mandy. Your father likes me to use words like that to describe my body and myself. It helps me to accept what I am,” she said. Then my mother continued to explain the punishment she received. “Your father trussed me up like a Butterball Turkey covered in cum. He tied twine to my toes, through my cunt lip, around my tits, and then to my tongue. Once I was completely immobilized, he served me on the table to his friends. They could do anything they wanted to me during dinner,” she said.

“You let guys do anything they want to you now,” I was confused.

“Not anything,” my mom clarified. “I’ll suck cocks and let men suck my nipples out here. However, unless they have permission from your father, they can’t fuck my asshole or cunt. Even Master Luke can’t permit that. The men were invited to pull my hair and be very rough with me during my punishment last Thanksgiving. I know it is confusing. I don’t expect you to understand why I do this, but I hope you will accept that I have chosen to submit to it?” she asked me.

“What if I chose to submit to the same thing you are?” I asked. I didn’t intend to submit to any of it. My question was purely academic. My sister had managed to shock my mother with her question about her wanting to do the same things. My mother had been shameless about her confessions and seemed relieved that we knew her dirty little secrets. I admit I wanted to shake her up with the question. She made me uncomfortable, so I wanted to make her uncomfortable.

“What?” Mandy asked if I was serious. My brother asked the same thing, and my mother looked horrified that I even asked the question. It made me feel good to make her uncomfortable.

“You have no idea what you are talking about,” my mother said as she put away the condom. She asked my brother if she could get dressed to fish for a new volunteer. He told her to wait a few minutes because the Mexican guy was supposed to come back. “Yes, Master Luke, anything you say, but your Father wants me to fill the condoms, and I only have eight full,” she reminded him submissively.

“I know how many you have, cunt!” Luke slapped her ass with his belt. He told her to kneel and face her ass towards him so that he could spank her.

“Yes, Master Luke. I’ve been a bad slut. I shouldn’t talk out of turn. I am still learning that you don’t like to be reminded of things and that I should wait until you ask questions,” my mother agreed and stuck her wide ass out in offering to him.

“You want us to accept that you let Luke punish you. What if I did the same thing in front of you? Wouldn’t you freak out?” I asked my mom.

“No,” my mom said with an uncertain look like the thought never crossed her mind. It was admittedly absurd that I would submit to Luke. He struck her ass with the belt and made it crack by slapping it together. “You wouldn’t like this. I assure you,” she admitted.

“You like it, though? You like it enough to let Luke whip you with the belt,” I said.

“Yes,” my mom admitted through clenched teeth as my brother put a big welt on her ass. I watched her rosy pink ass turn yellowish as he popped her again. “I crave discipline. This is a correction and an attitude adjustment for me. The pain is a reminder that I cannot talk down to Master Luke. If Master let you spank me, then I would not complain or hold it against you,” she offered.

“Yeah, you let a little turkey like Luke spank you,” I through a quick barb out at my little brother. It didn’t bother Luke; he continued to smack her ass with the belt. “You would freak the fuck out if I got down on my knees and stuck my lily-white ass out and let him have at it, though!” I said.

I didn’t intend to follow through with that idea. Just saying it out loud made me feel uncomfortable. Luke’s appreciative expression at the mere suggestion I’d let him smack my butt made me sick to my stomach.

“Okay, yes, it would make me uncomfortable to see you trained like me. You have no idea what it is like, Heidi,” My mom said. “You have to understand, though. The punishments are intended to make me a more obedient slave. They remind me of my place, and in turn, I am grateful for it. I don’t do this to shock you. I am afraid what you are suggesting is just to shock me,” she said.

She was right.

“No, it isn’t,” I said, and before I knew it, I had my jeans half-way off, and I was stepping out of them. Mandy asked me what I was doing.

“I am a naughty cum-slut. I am going to give back this Thanksgiving! Just like mom told us to do! Are you going to just stand there or are you going to join me?” I said. I already had my shoes off and was pulling off my pants. I didn’t intend to get naked. I just wanted to prove a point to my mother. I wanted her to see me get down on my hands and knees and present my butt for a spanking. “Maybe that Mexican guy will give us all three a little correction and attitude adjustment after Master Luke finishes keeping us in line,” I said.

I got down on my hands and knees, just like my mother. I still had my panties and the volunteer shirt on. I looked over at my mother. She winced as the leather strap cracked into her ass. I couldn’t tell if it was the pain or the idea that I was joining her that gave her the most discomfort.

“Panties off,” Luke insisted. That little pervert really would dare to give me orders. He had to know from my tone I was being facetious in order to get a rise out of my mother.

“But Master Luke!” I pretended to tremble and quiver like a virgin who was too afraid to take her panties down. I knew that feeling well because two years ago, I had been afraid to take my panties off in the backseat of the car the first time I went all the way. The little pervert wanted to see my ass! He disgusted me.

Mandy had her skirt and panties off and joined me on all fours. She smiled and showed her big bottom to Luke. It wasn’t as big as our mothers, but she definitely had a big ass. “We are really doing this?” she asked me.

We were absolutely NOT doing this. I had only intended to go far enough to prove a point to my mother. I didn’t want my brother to see the pink of my slit and my bare asshole. I’d never been able to live it down if he did.

“Please, Mandy and Heidi! Your point is well taken! Stop! Please don’t play at being a submissive!” my mother cried out as my brother cracked her ass with the belt.

“Do us next, please Master Luke!” I slipped my panties down. I was on my knees, so I couldn’t take them all the way off. Shocking my mother even further outweighed my fear of my brother seeing my bare ass. I kept my legs closed so that I could minimize what he saw. My brother was a pervert, and he probably saw the outline of my wet pussy through my white cotton panties anyway.

My mom begged me to stop what I was doing. I told her that it was necessary we get a good attitude adjustment, and we’d help her with her goal of filling those condoms.

“All the way off!” Luke said as he slapped me with the belt. It was harsh but not as devastating as I thought to be hit with a belt. I felt like punching Luke in the face for daring to hit me. I would have if my mom hadn’t begged me to stop allowing him to continue.

“Yes, Master Luke,” I sighed and tossed my panties into the dumpster. “I won’t be needing these!” I said. I removed my shirt while he spanked my ass and unclasped my bra. I tossed that into the dumpster too. In retrospect, I should have kept them, but I wanted to make a point to my mom. I could tell from the look of shock on her face that I was getting under her skin by behaving just like she was.

My sister removed her shirt. She didn’t have on a bra, but now all three of us were naked. Mandy was jealous I was getting all the belt whippings. She wiggled her ass and said it was her turn.

I have to admit that after four good strokes of the belt, I missed it. I don’t know if I had OCD or what, but I wanted a good round number like ten. It may have also been that shortly after the beating, the adrenalin and endorphins kicked in, and my ass tingled pleasantly.

The Mexican guy returned just in time to join in. Luke kicked my legs apart and told me that sluts don’t keep their legs closed. “You have a big ass, but you need to present a bigger target,” he said. I didn’t realize what he meant until the lash of his belt struck me squarely on the clit. I screamed out in anguish.

“Please, girls! Point well taken! Stop,” my mom begged.

It was too late at that point.

“Holy chit, mang!” the Mexican man couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the three of us naked on the ground. “Please spank me after you finish disciplining my mother, Sir!” I begged. I told him I needed an attitude adjustment because I had looked down my nose at him all day.

“Yeah, you look stuck up!” he began spanking my mother.

“What about me?” Mandy asked. She could be so competitive with me.

“Yeah, you are even more stuck up!” he said.

He took turns spanking us at first, but eventually, he used one hand on my butt and another hand on my sister’s ass.

“You are really going to do what I tell you?” Luke asked.

I looked at Mandy, and she had a non-plussed expression on her face that suggested it was up to me. Honestly, we had already made our point to my mother. “Yes, Master Luke, as long as Daddy says you are in charge. How else will we learn to give until it hurts?” I answered playfully.

You fucker!” I screamed. I was dripping wet and horny, but I didn’t want him to go that far with me. That is when he pressed a button on his cell phone, and the thing started to vibrate. It didn’t vibrate as much as it started to jiggle like it was fucking me. “Oh-oh-oh,” all it took to get me to orgasm in my heightened state of arousal was thirty seconds of the toy.

“You wanted to be a three-hole whore,” Luke smiled.

My sister Mandy opened the backdoor to the Homeless Shelter. She was holding hands with a man old enough to be her grandfather. She led him outside and stripped naked next to us with a broad smile on her face.

I wanted to tell her that this was all to teach mom a lesson, but all I could do was moan and finger my clit.

“Hands off your clit,” my brother slapped my fingers away. I thought touching myself would enhance the feeling of orgasm. When I was told I couldn’t touch myself it was frustrating but strangely more arousing than I could have imagined. He ordered me to lay on my back and spread my legs. I did as I was told, and I think I knew what he was going to do. I should have stopped him and said this had gone too far. He jabbed a thumb-shaped rubber dildo up my ass and set it to vibrate at a different slower pace.

“I want one too, Master Luke!” my sister said as she sucked the old man’s cock with hands behind her back.

“How does it feel to want?” Luke grinned. Mandy rolled her eyes and shrugged.

“You are lucky I brought so many of mom’s toys,” Luke told her and then planted a pink gel dildo into my sister’s pussy. Then he stuck a six-inch rubber bone-shaped dildo into my sister’s ass.

“Please, girls, you’ve made your point,” my mom insisted.

Once Luke started messing with his phone, none of us complained. He had us all gibbering and slobbering like confused sluts in a state of horny bliss.

“I want to get stuffed for Thanksgiving,” my sister played with herself and adjusted the vibrator in her pussy.

“Hands off!” Luke smacked her hands and explained that sluts don’t get to adjust the dildo.

“But please, Master Luke!” my sister removed her hands and pouted that she needed it adjusted.

“You beg me, and I’ll adjust it for you,” he told her to kneel before him and beg.

My sister begged and whined, and he said that it was pathetic. He had my mother demonstrate by making her sit up and put her hands in front of her tits and stick her tongue out like an eager puppy waiting for a treat.

“Oh? Act like a dog? Why didn’t you say so?” my sister thought that was amusing and copied my mother’s antics. Luke adjusted the vibrator for her, and then she begged him to change the speed of the vibrator. He tapped a few buttons on the phone and asked her if that was better. “Oh, very much, Sir,” she purred.