Chapter 17

What I didn’t know back then could have filled several volumes of the Encyclopedia. There was no Wikipedia or Google back then. My parents had actually bought me an Encyclopedia Britannica for Christmas, but I only received one of the volumes each month. I was currently on M, so if I needed to know about anything that started with the letters N-Z I was shit out of luck.

I wouldn’t have found the things they did at this party anywhere in any volume. I didn’t know for instance that safety was of paramount importance to Dennis.

He had made it seem like he just grabbed rope and yanked until the girls swung when the show was going on.

I would eventually discover that one reason the girls often wore reinforced leather collars was for neck support.

I WOULD ALSO LEARN THAT DENNIS WOULD NEVER HAVE LET ANY OF THEM SNAP THEIR SPINES, BREAK THEIR NECKS, CHOKE TO DEATH OR FALL.

He’d really pushed pins into their skin, and they really did gasp for breath, but they were never in mortal peril or danger of permanent injury.

However, I didn’t know that at the time. I enjoyed getting my frustrations out by slapping the snot out of Rachel with the riding crop while she was hung for the crowd’s amusement. However, when I finished a part of me wanted to pick up the phone and dial the police to tell them that these people were crazy.

The show continued even after the hangings were over. Dennis made Rachel change and wear a red belt with chains attached and hung her upside down in the den. She had sweat, cunt juice and food all over the other outfit she wore (if you can call it an outfit).

Dennis shoved a candle in Rachel pussy and lit it and left her hanging upside down.

Dennis placed the crop that I used next to her for anyone that wanted to come along and smack the snot out of her like she was a simple human decoration. He removed the brass lock from her pussy lips but said it was only because he didn’t want candle wax all over it.

He tied Lori up in the living room and made her sit on a dildo on a camera tripod and fuck herself. He hung a serving tray from chains on her tits. He put pigs on a blanket and other party foods that had gone cold, and nobody wanted on the tray. Men came by and spit on the food and crammed it in her mouth, a few even crammed it up her ass.

A few of them made her drink a shot of the whiskey she claimed to have pissed in. She thanked them and told them to give her a little more. “I piss lemonade and shit rainbows,” she offered sourly. She was still trying to piss people off.

She also still had push pins in her pussy lips. That didn’t seem to bother her though. I would have been freaking out if I had pins in my flesh. I definitely would have freaked out if they were in the most sensitive part of my body!

He tied his wife to a chair and bent her over. He wrote “Party Favor” on her ass cheeks in magic marker and cum-dump on her face. He invited men to fuck her from behind while she gave head to someone else.

I watched as men used all three women for the next several hours. At one point, someone shoved an entire stick of butter into Lori’s asshole. I watched it slowly melt as she sucked it in and out of her asshole and squeezed the sides with her asshole muscle for his amusement.

All the while she kept telling her dad what a disgusting pig, he was for making her do it.

The girls looked miserable most of the time. The guests treated them like despicable low lifes that didn’t deserve any respect while they used them for sex or teased them.

Dennis and the guests drank and listened to country music. No one played Just a swinging anymore though. I think even they were sick of it. The new song they started listening to a lot was “If Heaven ain’t a lot like Dixie, I don’t want to go”

I suspected they may be trying to torture the girls simply by putting that damned Hank Williams’s Junior song on repeat. It’s been decades since I was at that party, and I still have that song in my head.

Dennis eventually talked the chubby girl into trying out a noose. She took her shirt off but not her jeans. I have to admit that even though I could look at any Wagner titty anytime I wanted, It did feel special getting to see this woman with her shirt off.

The crowd had begun to thin a little and there were maybe a dozen people left. These were the hardcore revelers that planned to stay all night until it was over.

The woman’s name was Janet. The guy that brought her had talked her into showing her tits to the crowd. She looked like she was kind of trashy and down for a dare. She could have just been a little drunk too.

She got up on the stage. Dennis gave her a lot of instructions and made her wear a thick leather collar. That’s when it dawned on me that he had never intended to really harm his wife or daughters. He hung the woman for only about 5 seconds. She closed her eyes and her tongue immediately popped out. Dennis had warned her to keep her mouth shut to avoid biting her tongue.

Janet pissed her denim blue jeans – just soaked them right through. She was so red in the face that when she got down that it was hard to tell if that was from not breathing or the fact she was mortified.

She didn’t seem angry or anything though. She seemed grateful she got to try it – but she didn’t want to go again. She didn’t change her pants or leave though, and she didn’t put her shirt on right away. I think she got some validation from the crowd when she showed her tits and wasn’t quite ready to not be the center of attention.

I milled around the party after that. There was laughter and every now and then Doris and Lori would laugh or say something. However, they were more like decorative furniture to be used. Rachel never said a single word as men groped her or laughed at her predicament.

Guests would come and admire her body, swat her ass with a crop, or finger her but no one really talked to Rachel and she didn’t talk to them. I felt it served her right. I didn’t know how long she could spend upside down like that, but it seemed like quite a while.

“Hey Brian, if you are tired you can go sleep in my room. I am a mattress addict, but I won’t be sleeping anytime soon,” Lori told me in passing.

I was still mad at her too. She had really been bratty to me when she was on stage. I reached under her tray. She seemed curious what I might do. I pulled her thumb tacks and twisted them.

“Are you trying to get WRGI on my pussy?” she joked that I was using her cunt like a radio and trying to dial my favorite radio station. She sounded less sarcastic and more like the sweet but sassy version of herself she had presented to me all day.

I was trying to cause her pain. I realized I wasn’t. I walked away without saying anything further.

“I hate to see you go, but I love to see you leave! Hey, me and you! A date for Rocky Horror Picture Show at the Gulf Gate Plaza Theater next Saturday night? What about it? I’ll give you a Lori Special,” she teased as I walked away.

I went upstairs to what I assumed was Lori’s room. It was decorated pink and had a bunch of sex toys and handcuffs in the closet. Lori told had me which room was hers. I couldn’t remember which one it was and didn’t want to ask her again.

That night I found it hard to sleep. Downstairs the party was still going on for hours. I could hear sex and country music. I slept in the clothes I had on because I didn’t have my sleepover bag with my jammies in it and I didn’t want to go downstairs and look for it.

I eventually fell asleep and awoke to the smell of crisp bacon on the morning air. I was still planning to call my parents and go home, but I would definitely not pass on some bacon. That was literally my favorite food.

My business plan to get rich when I grew up involved creating a fast-food chain that served only bacon. We’d have hamburgers except the patties would be made of bacon. We’d also sell chicken McNuggets, but they too would be made out of bacon. I just wanted them to be deep-fried out of McNugget batter because I loved that too.

I think I’ve already well-established that I was a weird kid and so it should come as no surprise to you that I thought that being a wealthy business mogul would have been my life’s ambition at that point in my life.

I probably looked a little raggedy as I made my way downstairs. I hadn’t showered or combed my hair. I slept in my clothes. I entered their kitchen because I hear noise.

Lori, Rachel and Dennis were sitting around their kitchen table in the nude. Their mother was at the stove cooking with just a short apron on with a pair of high heels locked to her feet. Brad was still not there.

“Well, look who the cat dragged in?” Lori remarked that I looked like a mess.

“You can take off your dirty clothes if you want, Brian” Doris didn’t even have to turn around to know it was me. I didn’t undress. I didn’t sit down either. The only other chair was for Brad and I wasn’t sure if he would be down for breakfast soon.

The family shrugged it off when I didn’t take a seat or say anything. They were chatting about last night. The overwhelming verdict was that it was a lot of fun for all of them. The sisters sounded like they were boasting as they bragged about how tough their father had been on them.

“You guys told me that there were only two things that you can ask for here, and that is an attitude adjustment and the truth. You made it sound like the truth was super important, but you lied about everything last night,” I finally said angrily.

Doris stopped cooking and lifted her spatula. She turned around and smiled at me like I was a very silly boy for taking them so seriously.

“Did you think we really confessing and asking those people to decide our fates?” she asked me.