Chapter 10

Candy had a fretful night. She could not move in her cage, and her thoughts were all over the place. Top of mind, there was Stan was she losing him to Brenda. Or had she already lost him? What man could stay married to the queen of sluts, at least what she did was public knowledge. Will so was Stan and Brenda’s thing. She had pushed Stan on Brenda, knowing he would fuck her, yeah fuck her, not fall in love with her. Hell, even she had feelings for Brenda. And her kids seemed to be taking it alright, Jr well he was giving a lot, a lot of his cum, was this good for him, or at least was it not bad. Maybe that’s all she could hope for was it was not bad. Shelby seems to be a rock; no, that’s not right; she is like a pumice stone. It looks rugged and challenging, but it will float on water, and you can pick it apart with your fingernails. I hope she does not get picked apart. No matter what, Shelby thinks she is like a rock but is a delicate little thing.

Stan said he loved Brenda, and she said it back; what does that mean, and my bruised body. My bruised body? Looking at her tits, she could barely see where the worst of the bruising was; it was like the marks were disappearing by magic. She felt her eye, and it was not even tender anymore. Randy and his toys, I bet he was behind this. What else does he have up his sleeve?

Then there Is work, you know. I don’t think I could go back to being plain old Candy. Even if I quit or got fired, I would want, no need, this life to continue. God, I am so tired.”

“Mom are you awake” Jr whispers.

“Yes, Mr.; Stanley, sorry, Yip.”

“Just talk to me, mom, you know, like normal.”

“Ok, son”

“ah, mom, I need to know for real. Do you like the taste of piss? It looks like you enjoy it”

“it all tastes different depending on what they ate or drank, but the taste is terrible for the most part; I get off when the guys watch me drink their pee. They get off, especially if I choke and gag. It’s like a game I play with them”

“Don’t you feel a little ashamed? Even with the anti-kink shaming laws, it’s pretty taboo, and I think most people at my school would laugh at me if I told them I drank my piss.”

“Did you drink your piss?”

“Yeah, after you started gulping it down, I wanted to know what it was like. It was kind of meh. “

Candy realizes that it’s messed up that she has normalized her son’s drinking of pee, but she wants to be honest with him.

“You’re right. You can get used to it; I did. To answer your question from earlier, yes, I do get ashamed of my behavior. It’s hard to explain, but I like it when people laugh at me for being a human urinal. I’m still trying to understand why.”

“I’ve been trying not to laugh, and sometimes I feel guilty when I enjoy it when I do pee on you. Sometimes I think of you like a toilet or a piss whore. It’s just your job where you are not mom just a piss bucket, but you seem to like my pee and not care.”

“It’s the truth, though. I am a piss slut, mister Stanley, but I like the taste of your pee. It just seems fresh” it felt strangely arousing to say it out loud and to have to address her son as her better.

“So no hard feelings if I think of you as human toilet and laugh at you?”

“Will you think less of me if I beg you to call me names? If I’m being sincere, it turns me on.”

“Honestly, I was hoping you might say that it makes me feel better; I’m hoping you don’t regret it. Hold your mouth open slut”

Junior puts his dick up to the cage. The head of his cock was impossibly close to his mother’s mouth but not inside. Candy knows he’s supposed to ask his dad, but he is asleep, and she wants the piss. She thinks she wouldn’t even mind if he put his dick in her mouth, but he can’t through the cage bars.”

She sticks her tongue out and wags it. She was taunting him. She cant miss a drop; otherwise, how would she explain to Stan the piss drops on this side of the cage?.

“do it in small bursts so I can swallow without making a mess.”

“ah, no mess, that’s half the fun.”

He lets loose with a full stream all over her lovely face, “Come on slut, drink it, or I will soak your hair and make you sleep like that.”

“What about your dad.”

“oh, I will tell him that I offered you my glass of pee like I am supposed to, and you had me pour it over your head; I won’t get in trouble, but you might piss bucket.”

He had a lot of pee, it just kept coming filling her mouth, and she gagged and coughed like she described she did for the guys.

“You are a fucking Cunt you fuck guys for a paycheck and drink their piss; I wouldn’t be surprised if a slut like you didn’t eat their shit, do you mom, do you eat shit, are you a shit-eating whore”

Candy was accepting all the filthy things her son was saying. Her hair matted to her face with the piss, shit eater; where did he get that? Oh fuck, her pussy was on fire. She needed someone to touch her. This was torture; she could not get the shit-eating out of her head. Would she eat shit? Probably they did not ask yet, oh god, please.

“Touch my pussy please just touch it, or my ass, please, I need to get off.”

“You know I am not supposed to, but I have pulled your pussy lips and put a finger up your ass before.”

He put his cock up to her rear, aligned it with her pussy and just touched, not penetrating, and peed one last hard burst of piss right up her cunt,

Candy “oohhh that is so hot, son, oh please piss in my pussy, it is your piss bucket, fill me up” from the wet stimulation, she went over the top and started to cum”

“Oh, mom, I have something else I want to give you.” he repositions his dick over her starfish of an ass hole, not penetrating but touching it, and starts to jerk his cock.

“What are you doing, son? I can’t see, but I feel you. Oh shit, son, are you jerking off on my asshole?”

Looking at his desperate mother/cum dump, he realized they had a special moment. He was getting her off; he had not done that before, he caused her to cum. And she was still Cumming from the stimulation of her ass. The locked door on her ass kept him from entering her ass he wanted to, but there was no way; he was thankful and regretted that he could not cross that line and enter her body.

“Mom, you are too hot. I am going to burst” he pressed his cock head as close to her ass as possible and started squirting his cum, he had a good seal, and some went up to her ass. The rest splashed outside and ran down to her hot cunt dripping pee. He could not tell if she was pissing or his piss leaking out of her cunt.

He sat down in front of the cage and looked at his mom. She was covered in his piss, had cum dripping out of her ass” “Mom, I love you, not just because I think you are a slut, but for setting the example of living your life the way you want, and to hell with everyone. What an example to grow up with.”

Did she have a moment with her son? They have a shared secret, nothing bonds like a shared secret. She did not want to tell Stan about this and get the boy in trouble. She needed this time with her son and hoped for more. “Jr., I think we should keep this between us; I will tell everyone that I wanted you to pour the glass of piss over my head. If anyone gets punished, it will be me.”

They understood each other better now that he could enjoy her depravity without guilt,

“Goodnite, Tootsie see you in the morning” he was drained and needed to get to sleep; it was ten after 2 in the morning.

“Yip”

Candy fell asleep, a dreamless sleep; she was relaxed about the future and the role she needed to play the perfect slut.

Shelby “Wake up, Tootsie. Wow, you smell like piss; it looks like it’s in your hair.”

“Yip”

“who did this to you? Jr.?”

“Yip, Yip Yip”

“what yes and no, Candy talk to me.”

“Jr. came to me with a glass of piss and wanted to know if I wanted it. I told him to pour it over my hair so that I could smell it all night., so yes he did, but no, it was at my request.”

Shelby “Gross, but I guess it’s ok; Dad gave me the key to get you up and ready for work; let’s go.”

Shelby spent a few minutes longer on her hair to get the piss out, and soon Tootsie was clean with lustrous shining hair, “Mom, your hair looks fantastic, so shiny and lustrous, more so than any other day. Could it have been from the piss in your hair overnight”

“Yip”

“oh, I like you being a doggie, but it is frustrating when you can’t talk.”

“Yip”

“All done here. Let’s go get some breakfast.”

The kitchen was a den of activity, Brenda scurrying around making breakfast, Stan reading his paper, Jr, playing with his phone,

“Stan, what took you so long.”

“I worked on mom’s hair.”

“It looks good; I like it.”

“well, It took me so long it was full of piss.”

“Jr, did you play with your mom last night”

“yip yip”

“Candy, tell me why did you say no.”

“Sir Stanley came to me last night with a glass of piss and wanted to know if I wanted it, well I remembered a documentary of some African tribes that wash their hair in piss, and they had beautiful hair. And I thought I would try it. I asked him to pour it in my hair.”

“Is that true, Jr.”

“Yes, I did not want to, but she convinced me, and I thought it would not hurt.”

“Well, you can’t argue with results, Candy. You may request a hair treatment any time you want.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Brenda “I don’t think I will try that anytime soon.”

“Me either; I don’t want piss in my hair,” says Shelby.

Jr. “I just noticed all of mom’s marks are gone, no bruising or whip marks, nothing.”

“I’m not even sore from the cage. Whatever Randy’s Alexa is doing is working - I feel great!”

“Dad, can I walk mom to the bus stop on all fours on a leash”

“no, you cannot walk your mom like a dog, but you can walk tootsie.”

“oh yeah, this will be so much fun; tootsie down, we need to feed you.”

Brenda “I have her bowl almost ready; I got gravy train dog food. We need some liquid to make the gravy.”

Stan “let me see that bowl” he takes the bowl, and right at the breakfast table, he takes out his dick and starts pissing in the bowl to make the gravy.

Shelby sits and stares wide-eyed at her father’s dick only the second time she sees it, the first time up close; she could not look away. It was bigger than Jr.s, even soft. She wanted to reach out and touch it. She continued to stare as he finished peeing and put his dick away.

Brenda “Shelby, did you like what you saw?”

Flustered and embarrassed, “Wha, o, I no, I ah I mean an I did not see anything.”

Brenda “it’s ok, honey. You can say you liked to look at your dad’s dick.”

“I mean, is that not weird.”

Stan, “it is just teenage curiosity. It’s ok to look.”

“Daddy, are all grown men like you, you know size-wise?”

“I am just a little bigger than average there are some that are much bigger.”

Shelby “Brenda, I was wondering if Size does matter?”

“Well, dear, let me ask you this Why do they make 14” dildoes if size does not matter?”

“oh, I see.”

“Mom, do you like big dicks?” Junior asks
“Yip”

Brenda “Don’t be so modest, Stan. I have seen more than my share of dicks at work recently, and you are bigger than nearly all of them, and I am more than satisfied.”

Candy was being ignored like a dog; she was eating her bowl of piss-soaked dog food with real gravy. She decided that she did not like morning piss way too strong, Stan showing his dick to Shelby that was new, not unexpected but new. She knew that the family would start using her more, including Stan, Brenda, and her boys? She was relieved that the time with Jr. last night just blew over like it was nothing, well, not nothing they could piss in her hair now as a treatment. Jr. did not seem impacted. He was acting like this was just a typical breakfast. His mother eating piss-soaked dog food from the floor was normal.

“Come on, Tootsie, let’s go” grabbing the leash and a washcloth, wiping Tootsie’s face, and snapping the leash to her collar, she leads them outside and down the sidewalk. “By guys, see you this afternoon.”

Stan “Jr. and I will be late. We are picking up Oscar and Brian and some of their things.”

“bye”

Candy, it was tricky figuring out how to crawl on all fours. Her knees could not take it; she ended up bending her knees like a sprinter in the starting blocks and walking. / Crawling on her hands and feet.

“Candy, you can talk to me now; this is too slow; we need to get you some knee pads to wear outside.”

“Shelby, I saw you and Mark talking the other day at the bus stop; his mom was enslaved? How did he know she was going to the block, and which one did you tell him? Did she know” she did not ask if he was her boyfriend let it come out.

“Oh, it was a surprise to his mom; she hates serving him. All I did was mention we saw her on the way to the auction block; he seemed surprised and asked which one and the rest is history. He made a phone call to a Slave Proxy Agent and had her purchased. He fucks the shit out of her all the time and ties her up in the front yard, so all the neighbors now know she is enslaved; he even put a sign out in the front yard. With a price list of services, like poker night enslaved person $100, Gang bangs $100, a whole lot of things parties, birthday gifts, etc.”

“They live in the burbs and have a backyard fenced even; he is going to get a rope and hang her by her breasts in the tree overnight; what do you think, would you like that?”

“Some parts sound exciting, but I like our life. Did Mark’s mom know that her son wanted to have sex with her before she became a slave?
“I don’t think so.”
I wonder if she would have let him have sex with her if she knew he wanted it?
“Not every woman is a slut Like You that wants to fuck everybody just because they want to fuck them.”
“Good point Ms. Shelby”
“I like you better than a slave anyway because you choose to serve us.”
“Didn’t Mark’s mom choose to serve whoever bought her”
“Yes, but I don’t think she wanted to serve her family.”
“I love you guys more than anybody. More than any stranger.”
“Yeah, I love you too, but I don’t think that’s what Mark’s mom had in mind when she decided to live out her fantasies as a pleasure slave.”
“There are different kinds of slaves? “
“Oh yes, lots of different purposes. For men and women. Most do hard labor.”
“I guess if I were going to be a slave, I would be a pleasure slave. “
“That’s probably why Mark’s mom is so Keen to comply with his orders. He could put her in hard labor if she displeases him or worse. “
“Are you dating Mark?”
“God, no. He’s in one of my classes. That’s it. “
“You never talk about guys you like at school.”
“That could be because I like girls more than guys. “
Candy blushes and appreciates that her daughter and her can talk so openly. She would never be able to talk this way with her mother when she was that age.
“Well, your bus is here. What would you do if I made you stay as Tootsie all the way to work? *
“I guess I would have to bark.”
“You are a trip, mom. You’re not a slave, not yet anyway. I just wanted to see if you were committed enough. You would do it. Cuck Queen mode.”
“Thank you, dear” Candy Stands up at the bus stop, and others watch her come to her feet. Shelby kisses her on the cheek before returning to the house to drive Candy’s car to her school.
Candy is left to wonder what her daughter meant by “not a slave yet.” She assumes it was just a figure of speech.

That afternoon:

Candy call Stans cell, “what a long day this is, dear. now they want me to go to happy hour with them, 15 guys want me to go to this dive bar, oh yeah you are going to be late, ok I’ll have one of the guys drop me off by 8, love you.”

“He said yes, Jonathon, I can go to the Cat’s Tail tonight, but someone needs to get me home by 8. Is that ok with everyone?”

Jonathon smiles “sure is, so you have never been to the Cat’s Tail? It’s alright if you haven’t.”

“No, what’s it like?”

“Well, we will just have to show you, but I am certain you will love it.”

Candy “Oh no, we forgot Julie lets go get her and bring her along.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to miss any action by leaving to hit the head.”

They all laugh at Julie’s expense.

When they arrived at the club, it looked like a dive, a NEON light of a Cat with the tail wagging; Candy thought how old this place is, amazed that the cheesy sign was still working, There was a sign on the door,

Warning Do Not enter

if you are offended by

lewd and lascivious conduct,

Nudity and public displays

of sexual intercourse.

Have fun

She re-read the sign. Was it a fuck club? She had heard that they were around but had not heard of one in the area.

To the side, another sign

Thursday

Fisting contest

Grand prize $500

Sign up with your server.

One of the guys in her group “Candy, you better be ready to get your holes filled. We want to win tonight.”

After the workout she had today, her holes were pretty loose. She was getting wet thinking about the contest how it was run. Let’s get in. She wants to PARTY.

“Let’s go, guys. I want to party what’s first.”

“You and Julie got to pay our entrance fee.”

“I don’t have any money, oh ok,” she dropped to her knees in front of the doorman and started swallowing his naked cock, god she loved blow jobs; the cock felt secure when in her throat; she was in control of his dick, and she loved to give pleasure. Gaging and coughing are putting on a good show, making herself dizzy by forcing her mouth down his cock to lick his balls. It only took 3 minutes to make him cum.

Julie did not take as long as Candy, the girl behind the desk, came over and had Julie lie down. The pretty young girl lifted her mini skirt and showed her naked pussy and let fly a stream of piss on Julie’s face; Julie just opened her mouth and started drinking, she had been doing this all day, one more load of piss was just that, one more load of the uncounted loads she had today. Embarrassed that everyone could tell just by looking at her fat body and huge tits, she was a pig slut; of course, the word urinal written on her forehead with arrows to her mouth left little doubt as to that fact.

The doorman “Thanks, you should come for our BJ competition. You would do well.”

The doorman showed how it appeared that the guys rented a cabana, a semi-private area that would seat about 20 and had an ottoman in the middle and bottle service with a convenient blow-up kiddy pool; Julie was quickly relegated to the kiddy pool.

The guys took the rope and started to bind Julie’s truly massive jugs, each the size of a five-gallon bucket when sitting the nipples were on her lap. They bound them tightly up into a makeshift bra that made them look like round balloons. They took another loop, tied it halfway to the nipples, and looped it around her neck to Lift and Separate. Just like a bra should. The boys complimented her on her glorious bound jugs.

A nude waitress came over to them; well, she was not nude at a closer look. She had a super micro thong with dental floss strings. The fabric patch barely covered her clit, and the string was pulled up between her pussy lips. It was neon green and glowed in the abundance of black light in the club.

“What can I get you to drink” she takes their orders. Someone orders Candy a strawberry milkshake, and Julie gets a pink lemonade.”

“Do you want those straight or in a glass?”

“They do not look like they know what it is. Let’s let them have a contest the first to guess; give them a double in a glass.”

“it will take about 10 minutes, is that ok.”

“if it’s not going to hold up our drinks, we don’t care.”

Candy felt a dick enter her pussy from behind. He did not even ask. He just took her pussy; this is what being a free use slut is like; she starts fucking his dick back, “Oh yes, guys, your slut wants to party, let’s go.”

Julie was trying to win some attention “I have a mouth too, boys, I need some dicking”

Another dick poked at Candy’s face, and she opened her mouth; he started to face fuck her with no concern for her breathing or comfort. She was in heaven. The guy In her pussy finished, and one guy laid down and motioned for her to mount up cowgirl style; she was sucking and bouncing on his cock until one guy pushed on her back, and she fell forward onto the guy she was bouncing on; he stayed in her pussy, the second guy aligned his cock with her ass hole and shoved it in, her ass greedily accepted his invasion with the guy face fucking her she was airtight, she grabbed two dicks one in each hand and started to jerk them off. She was out of her mind in lust, bouncing, reaming, jerking. She was well and truly fucked more so than she ever did; when one guy finished, another filled his space, the fucking just kept going just like her orgasms, she would not stop.

The waitress came by and finally dropped off Candy’s drink. Candy could not tell what it was. It did look kind of like a strawberry milkshake but not quite. It was a tall glass about half full.

“oh, here’s the drinks Let’s let them have some refreshment.”

“Hey Candy, do you know what that is?”

“You said it was a strawberry milkshake” everyone laughs at her

“I bet she cant tell 50 bucks.”

“I’ll take that bet.”

“Candy, Drink up and tell us the recipe for this drink” he hands her drink.”

She looks at it as a pinkish whiteish subStance. It had the consistency of cum, but why pink.

“You need to slam and swallow no wimping out by sipping”

She looks at the man and nods; She tips it back like a shot of tequila, god a mouthful of cum, and what else a metallic taste, red metallic. It was, oh my god, a cream pie from a menstruating girl. Her throat caught, but she managed to swallow it, her mind reeling with humiliation, of the horror of what she just did, the depravity; she could not believe she wanted more. “Ahh cum with a side of menses very nice, can I have one straight,” she thought she knew what that meant, eating the cream pie out of a menstruating woman. She happened to be correct.

“Way to go, Candy” the buddies changed cash for their bet.

Julie looks at her pink lemonade “well, I guess it is obvious what mine is” she tips it back and chugs it down with a grimace and a gag, “that is worse than piss; what are you guys turning me into a Candy clone?”

“Candy is one of a kind. You have a long way to go to reach her level of sluttieness.”

“Won’t stop me from trying; she gags on the last of the menses and piss in her glass.”

The waitress came back over.”

“Slut, order your drink,”

Candy “could I have another Strawberry milkshake? Can I have it straight this time?”

“Yes, you may. Do you want it mixed here or somewhere else?”

All the guys, “Here, mix it here.”

Candy “Yes, will you mix it here.”

“We have a special right now on Fisting Night. You can have five refills for the cost of three.”

The Guys said, “yes, get the five refills, please.”

“Ok, got it anything else you need.”

“she needs to enter the Fisting contest.”

“Ok, which event? Each event has pussy or anus fisting. The first is self-fisting, then same-sex fisting, opposite-sex fisting, finally object insertion. Or you could go for grand-fister finish all eight levels and get a $1000

“We don’t have time for the grand-fister; we will take opposite sex fisting anal and vaginal heats.

“Ok, you are graded on style, performance, and depth of penetration. You don’t have to take them deep to win, but it helps.

The boys continued to warm her up, getting her airtight at least three more times. Some more petite guys started to fist her pussy and ass, stretching her holes out. They called it training time. The milkshake girl came by, and one of the guys fucked her bloody pussy; Candy had to clean his Dick, then she could suck the contents of her drink directly from her pussy, eating everything.

The fists kept changing, going deeper and getting more significant. Her crotch was so stretched and lose it was wild.

She had another serving of milkshake with a fist up to the elbow in her ass, thrusting away.

She had lost track of Julie; three guys were in her pool molesting her.

Finally, it was competition time. She wanted to clean up her bloody face, but they said it would help with style points, so she left it.

She wondered what would count as style and performance; for the performance, she would taunt the fister to be more brutal, faster deeper, he would scold her for being such a loose cunt/ass. Still, the style she could not come up with an act, she had it she saw a fisting porno that was called punch fisting, her ass and cunt would be punch fisted, the most extreme style of fisting. The fister would make a fist and punch his fist in and out, leaving her hole entirely and returning to bury the hand completely in her as deep as he could go.

“Jonathon, I want to apologize to you. I did not want to get you in trouble; I want, no need for you to be brutal to me on the stage. Do you think you can punch fist both my holes at the same time, all while yelling at me?

With a smile, “With an invite like that, how can I say no? You guys heard that right I can fuck this bitch up.”

On the stage was a young boy on all fours with a giant black man with massive arms, he was working to put his hand in the boy’s rectum, it was an impossible view, the hand relentlessly disappeared into the tight ass, the boy was crying in pain, the big man did not care he just kept violating the boy’s ass, the big arm sticking in the ass looked so huge compared to the slight frame of the boy, you could see the man’s fist make a bulge in the boy’s stomach, the arm kept disappearing the boy looked like he was in distress his asshole stretched impossibly wide. Then the man’s elbow entered the boy’s body; how could he take that much of anything in his ass? The boy’s dick was getting hard; Candy could not believe her eyes. How could the boy take it without internal damage? Finally, the ordeal was over for the boy. The arm was removed, the boy looked over his shoulder and reached behind him and opened his ass with his hands and pushed, he pushed his ass out of his sphincter, a huge prolapse displayed for the audience a rosebud angry red and looking like a flower. And the boy smiled. “I hope you enjoyed my show. I know I loved it”

The big black man attached a leash to the boy and led him off the stage on all fours with his prolapse looking like a tail.

Candy “OH MY God, did you see that? Holy shit, how can we beat that? Style, performance, and size that had all three, I thought he was going to kill that boy, but he loved it.”

Julie “I want to compete, someone fist me please.”

“You just sit there, cunt; you have no chance of winning. You are way too fat; the judges couldn’t tell if the fist was going in you or just in a roll of your fucking fat.”

“Thank you, Sir, I forgot” Julie was discouraged, but she was no longer ignored; everyone was looking at her body with scorn, her tied and purple tits sticking out of her chest, like two balloon animals. She felt better. She just needed any validation. Even someone looking at her in disgust was enough.

One of the men walked up to Julie. Here suck this. He dipped his cock in her pink lemonade and shoved the dripping member in her mouth, “Maybe this will shut you up.”

Candy barely noticed what was happening to Julie. She was excited as it was now her turn to go to the stage. There must have been 150 people in the club, and they were getting excited about the competition.

Jonathan clipped a leash on her collar. “Let’s go bitch. It’s our time.”

They get to the stage. “Pussy Watch position NOW!” he commands Candy

She assumes the normal position; it is almost her default way to “sit” anymore, her pussy and asshole on display to the crowd. She heard the applause, a ‘quiet, polite applause,’ nothing like what they just did for that boy, he must be a regular here, and they knew what to expect.

Her ass came up, and Jonathan started working his meaty hands into her pussy. Yes, he used both hands, not building up, but starting with a double pussy fist. Could she Stand the pain, the stretching of her hole? It was too much, tighter; she was filled; one hand slipped into the wrist, the other still only up to the knuckles. She felt so full she thanked Randy and her Alexa devices. This was tolerable, but she had to do something, the court sexter kicked in, and she realized this was about the crowd enjoying the show and not about her; she screamed in pain as she hoped the crowd expected and pleaded for Jonathan to stop.

Jonathan face beamed in the joy; he was hurting this bitch” take it bitch take both my hands in your sloppy ass cunt”