Chapter 6

After an orgy that dwarfed anything in porn or Julian’s imagination (for now at least), the six future “Hunters” collapsed into sleep that Saturday night. Of course, they took snack and meal breaks as well, especially since the two men still had to regain the blood flow to their dicks. Hunger would have eventually prevented hard-ons, sooner or later. They were all rather satisfied, guys and gals alike, by the time that they slumped and dozed off, none of them wearing a stitch of clothing by this point. They simply drifted off to sleep in a tangle on the living room floor of the house that Annie once owned, but which now belonged to Julian.

This peaceful, exhausted slumber ended abruptly when Brittany’s cell phone rang, and she frankly had to locate it in her purse. She didn’t catch it in time, but she noted that there was a voicemail left by Aunt Renee, who was effectively her guardian at the moment. She rushed to return the call and she could tell that Renee was in no mood to tolerate her disrespect of the curfew. She wanted to know where Brittany had been and when. Brittany was now quite frightened, both for her own sake, as she was only sixteen, and for her lovers’, except for Tommy and Celeste, who were underage themselves. The rest of them could be prosecuted for statutory rape if caught.

Brittany came up with a lie on the spot and hoped that it would still, especially since her aunt couldn’t see that she was naked right then, “Sorry, Aunt Renee. Celeste and I passed out at Beth’s. It was kinda an impromptu slumber party of sorts. Didn’t mean to worry you.”

“Liar! My plan has a tracker on your phone and I know exactly where you are! You’re at Tommy’s and you two were having sex, weren’t you? It’s not that I disapprove of that, but you’re just sixteen and he is a year older than you! Worse, you lied to me about your whereabouts and this means that you’re grounded, young lady! Now, you come home right now, Brittany, and tell Tommy goodbye for the next week!” Aunt Renee insisted angrily.

Brittany looked very distraught, as did the others, but Julian wasn’t dismayed. He had changed his mind about Brittany’s future, and Celeste’s, and no overprotective, overbearing auntie would interfere with his vision. He had work to do, and already his changing attitudes about ages of consent, teen pregnancy, etc. began to consciously form, as he grinned and decided his next course of action.

Julian now told Brittany, “Don’t obey her. Stay here and hand me the phone, babe.”

“Yes, sir!” Brittany obeyed him with pleasure, not dread as with her aunt, handing Julian the phone and hoping for the best.

“Sir? I’m not a sir! Now, you come home right this instant, missy!” Renee continued to rant for now, unaware that her life was about to be altered.

“Be quiet! Now, listen to me, you fad-diet-using, diet-pill-popping, women’s magazine-reading, silly old cunt! Brittany is no longer your concern! You will leave her alone about such things as curfews, her choice of companions, where she spends the night, day, weekend, or even week. You won’t even ask to see her report cards! Are we clear? As from this moment, you are to effectively consider Brittany emancipated from your custody and are not to attempt any kind of disciplinary action against her.

“In fact, you are to report here, posthaste, at what you know of as the O’Dell residence. Do not, I repeat, do not wear a bra or panties. You will wear only a string bikini and thongs and take your purse and house keys with you, of course. You will wear thongs for your feet as well as your ass. Get it, thongs for both? You will not tell anyone of where you’re going, but you will lock up. Head over here on foot instead of driving. Don’t wear shades or a hat. Don’t attempt to disguise yourself at all. Bring any sex toys that you have at home with you, though. Are we clear?” Julian demanded of Renee.

“Yes, we are clear!” Renee replied with instant submission in her voice now that she was under Julian’s control as well.

“Oh, damn, Julian, you are my GOD now! Nobody has dared to talk that way to Aunt Renee in years, not since Grandpa was younger. He sometimes stood up to her, but that was before cirrhosis of the liver and diabetes claimed his life. I worship you now!” Brittany briefly had a sad moment before laughing at how much Julian had completely turned the tables on her aunt.

“Okay, now, guys, this is going to be an ambush. We’re going to have this ‘Aunt Renee’ fifty ways to Sunday, and today is Sunday, after all. We’re all going to fuck her and good. Plus we’ll do each other, but that’s a given. Today is a day that this bitch will never forget. Furthermore, it won’t end today. She’ll be our slut for life and do exactly as she’s instructed from now on, guys. Of course, all of you are mine, but there is a pecking order and she’s the new bottom. Boy, is she in for a real shock!” Julian chuckled as he slapped Sandy on the ass, “Do you miss being the bottom, babe?”

“Sometimes, but I love what we have now, too. I definitely don’t miss my old days as a bitchy cock tease, I promise you that much!” Sandy smiled at him with obvious adoration, “I needed a firm hand and you gave that to me, plus a nice, hard cock up my ass where it belonged! I was also lonely as Hell and I’m definitely not that anymore.”

“That reminds me. Celeste used to have a boyfriend, right? And your parents are broken up, divorced? Does your father pay your mother any alimony? And then there is the matter of Renee’s cop boyfriend and her daughter. I’m getting some ideas here, just the outline, anyway,” Julian smiled.

“Daddy does pay Mom alimony, quite a bit, and yes, he hates it with a purple passion. What do you have in mind? I would love for the alimony to stop. It’s not fair to Daddy. I love Mom, but she has milked it for far too long. It’s not like she was anything but a socialite. She didn’t cook. She didn’t clean. She did no housework at all, just left it to the help. She shouldn’t get to just lead a life of idleness and luxury and leisure while Daddy had to quit prosecuting and start defending just to make it! So what if he lived on the downlow for years? She was almost certainly sucking off personal trainers and people at the country club!” Celeste ranted suddenly, still pissed at her mother for using her father’s homosexual double life to blackmail him into a truly awful divorce settlement.

“So, wait, your father was so financially raped in the settlement that he had to become a criminal defense attorney, and I wager a good one at that, in order to avoid financial ruin? Then lots of victims of criminals have reason to hate her, don’t they, and the DA’s office would probably love having him back ... We could do a real community service, couldn’t we?

“Here’s what I have in mind. Your mother will remarry. Is she bi or straight?” Julian asked Celeste.

“Straight, I think,” Celeste answered.

“How old is your ex-boyfriend, Jerry?” Julian inquired next.

“Eighteen. I used to really like him, but he was a dud in bed as I’ve mentioned before. Why?” Celeste wondered aloud.

“Okay, so what I do next depends on your mother’s sexuality, Jerry’s, and your father’s. Either way, your mother will remarry and the alimony will stop. Your father can then decide what he wants to do without worrying about money. Not to worry for your mother, though. She’ll survive. Texas law was generous enough to her already now, wasn’t it, but the handy thing is that little clause which allows a paying ex to end alimony unilaterally when an ex remarries. That will come in very handy indeed. Don’t let your father know yet, though. It’s a surprise. We first have to find out if he’s gay or bi and the same about your mother and Jerry,” Julian grinned, right as a knock came at the door.

“That must be my Aunt Renee,” Brittany laughed now, anticipating her comeuppance.

“Answer it, babe. While still naked as you are,” Julian instructed her.

“My pleasure ... Master,” Brittany answered him saucily as she opened the front door and admitted her startled aunt.

“Brittany, you’re naked!” Aunt Renee acted truly shocked.

“Oh, get off your high horse and shut the door behind you, will ya? It’s fucking summer in East Texas and you’re letting in heat, humidity, and motherfucking mosquitoes!” Julian snapped at Aunt Renee, who rushed to comply.

“Well, well, not a bad body, if bit more Amazonian in muscle mass and tone than I generally prefer. Tell me, do you fuck your personal trainer on the side? Be honest here. No lies!” Julian commanded Aunt Renee, who glared at him.

“Yes ... I do at times. He’s got a nice bod and cock. He doesn’t mind my ‘Amazonian’ look. I cheat on my boyfriend at times, but I can’t be sure that he isn’t cheating on me, so I don’t feel as bad about it. Besides, I have a lot more money than him, so why not enjoy it before he moves in and I have to behave? I respect what he does, but I wish that it brought in more money,” Brittany’s aunt confessed, hating that she was now in the hot seat.

“Well, don’t worry. You won’t have to give up the side booty. I have a different plan in mind for you and him ... and your personal trainer fuckbuddy. You have a daughter, too, don’t you?” Julian smirked now.

Renee gulped and answered, “Yes. What does that have to do with this?”

“Don’t take that tone with me, bitch! Remove your top! Let’s see all of those tits of yours before the expanding muscle mass completely makes them vanish!” Julian ordered Renee, while her niece and the rest of their companions laughed, including Annie, who Renee despised.

Renee took off her top quickly and displayed her C cup tits, which had been Ds before she started her present workout regime and lowered her fat as a percentage of body mass. They weren’t bad, either way, and still had some firmness as well as sag to them. It was the fact of being topless around so many of her neighbors that was the real shake-up to Renee’s moral center. She was used to drawing some lines, even if she blurred and ignored others, in terms of society’s quaint remnants of Christian sexual ethics. These did not permit even partial nudity in front of mere acquaintances, of course. That was a very taboo thing, especially with her niece, and just as surely as Julian expected, she became more than a little moist between her thighs.