Chapter 379: It Comes with the Job

Did I see the three punishment girls shiver in fear?

“You know, they can wait right here while we have our discussion in private,” I told the woman who was head of their family.

Once we were in the room behind my office, she started to strip, but I stopped her.

“Hold it,” I told her. “I didn’t bring you back here for that, and it really wouldn’t be appropriate, I don’t think. I have other things in mind for you, and they are in the refrigerator.”

The implant pinged me and told me that she has sent out hordes of people trying to find the recipe for the bar-b-que turkey sandwiches that she ate from the garage fridge at my house. I knew she couldn’t get Peach Nehi or Cherry RC Cola exported to where she lived, at least not without a lot of hassle.

Bottles of each were in there with her turkey sandwiches.

She dropped her shorts and panties, bend over the table, and begged, “Please fuck me before I try to rape you. I would like you to use a rubber, but that is entirely up to you. At least pull out before you cum. It is my first time. Do you know that I can get the sodas if I want to pay a vast fortune, but my chefs have not been able to recreate anything close to these gas-station sandwiches?”

“A part of it is that the bread is made by hand each day. My mom told me they have recipes, but each person who makes the bread interprets them differently. The loaf that was supposed to be whole wheat turns out to be five-grain honey wheat,” I explained. “That other half is an equally ambiguous brine for the turkey. That could all be gotten pretty close. You just can’t get that flavor without some redneck moron using a homemade turkey fryer for cooking it. From what mom told me, you would be safer trying to use their recipe for moonshine than the odd concoction of oil in that fryer. As I said before, we still aren’t having sex. It is a conflict of interest.”

She ate like a starved pack of hyenas that came upon a chicken truck that lost its load. I went back into the room to check on the two awaiting my pronouncement of their fate. Even with the bar of soap in her mouth, the girl said some very nasty things to me. I pulled her from the chair, put the painful-looking metal-jawed clip on her clit, a sand-paper dildo in her pussy, and then spanked her butt until she looked like a kid begging someone not to tell on them. She went back into the chair without having her new accessories removed.

At least she is finally starting to get it. I can see that little bit of realization of the seriousness of her actions.

I went back to watch the girl’s head of their family chug one of the sodas before letting out a loud, unladylike belch.

“I’m the only girl in a family filled with brothers and male cousins. I had to prove to them daily that I could do everything they could and do it better. That includes sucking dick, fucking someone’s tight asshole or a girl’s pussy with a strap-on, and muff diving. I was burping the alphabet by the time I was nine. They tried to pop my cherry and found out that it wasn’t a good idea to attempt to rape me. I have nasty ways of discouraging their attempts,” she told me. “If you wanted to partner with me, we could make billions selling the chair my niece sits strapped into in your office. I don’t want to have anything to do with the three maids dealing with my cousin. If his wife and other children weren’t unbelievably amazing, I would have ensured he had a deal go bad. We have some customers that would stake him to a fire ant hill, cover him in honey, and let out their anteaters if they were feeling nice. Their other ways to ensure people learn not to fuck them over will make whoever pissed them off beg to let them die, for decades if the person is a total asshole.”

“Ah, so that brings us back to the matter at hand,” I told her. “I don’t know what happens from here. I get that you are fucked because of the shit you inherited when your father died. Like I have any clue about this sort of thing. Your niece is just a spoiled little cunt with a nasty mouth that thinks she can get all the dick she wants, whether the boys want to fuck her or not. There is a brain in her head, and she is starting to get a clue that she fucked up badly and that daddy can’t get her ass off the hook this time. If this were early in the last century, he would get drafted by some army and sent out into the battlefield to retrieve corpses. You can’t fix stupid. I know some penalties that the lawyers handle, and you said that is already done. How do we fix this? I don’t want to have to ask the lawyers, Ona or Noss, much less the three, especially right after they gave birth.”

She did come over to fish my dick out to suck and stroke it while running the options through her head. We discussed those she came up with to determine which I would never do or ask her to do. It took a while to figure things out, but we came up with a plan. One that didn’t include me fucking the hell out of her. She needed it badly after how I was doing all I could to help her out and let her send a clear message to her family that the punishment handed down was generous compared to what she would do in my place.

Before I knew it, my dick tore through what remained of her cherry, and the woman took my entire length and said, “We aren’t fucking. I’ve been on the pill since I started to spot the first time, and, damn it, David, how is one of my wet holes different from the other? We know you will never say a word, and I’m not about to put it out there, except as a way to bitch slap my entire family all at once.”

“So, we agree?” I asked. “Your niece gets a pair of panties made the same way as the chair cushion and a pain dildo that triggers when she gets horny. She will be fluffing Bart, his girlfriend, and those good kids my staff bring to her. Your uncle is getting his career changed to a plumber, grease trap cleaner, and any other of the nastiest, most disgusting jobs on the island. He will continue those duties until the day he dies. His daughter will be servicing your staff’s sexual needs and being the one to be fucked in their place until such a time that no matter whatever someone does to her, she won’t curse. I will expect her to be only sound like a sweet little angel. Likewise, her manners will be impeccable.”

She squirmed a bit on my dick and rode me for a few strokes before saying, “Oh, I have something else to add. My cousin’s wife and the rest of his children will ensure he and my niece do as told, without deviation. Failure to do so will have them living on whatever my cousin makes from his literal, shit job. No excuses or leeway.”

After we had all the details out, on paper compliments of Noss, the woman asked if maybe I would let her feel my dick giving her two dozen full-length strokes. It would be almost as cruel, in her mind, to what was coming for her family.

Ona and Noss nodded their heads yes, so I gave her the two-dozen strokes and then a few more. I had her right on the edge of getting off when I pulled out. Was it cruel to have all the torn pieces of her cherry stick to the head of my dick? How about ripping them away as if they were dozens of hangnails.

“I don’t know what just happened down there, but no tampons for me this month,” she said, looking down at the floor. “I’m as bad as my niece.”

I wanted to pull her into my arms but told her, “I knew you were going to get my dick as soon as you began sucking it, just as I knew you were going to need more than two-dozen strokes to get right on the edge of getting off before I pulled out. I don’t know all about female anatomy. You were too small to get my dick head inside you, and yet you forced in all nine inches. It looks like my dick head pulled you inside out, taking most of your cherry with it. Bart didn’t want to fuck your niece, mostly because of his period of punishment for being a complete dick to girls and then not following what I told him. He can only screw the one girl I told him was his girlfriend until I told him otherwise. Your niece effectively put a tourniquet on his dick that kept him hard. If it had been on a few minutes longer, it would have done irreparable damage to his dick. He is a good kid, just power high from knowing his being a commoner in the eyes of the families makes him their go-to dick without repercussions of fucking a guy from the other elite families. He did deserve them sitting on his face and trying to use their wet cunts to get him hard, which they couldn’t. I spanked all their butts for not stopping when he said he wasn’t interested in fucking them. No means no for boys too. They all know if they were boys, everyone knows that none of them would be alive to bitch about getting their asses beaten until they can’t sit down. Bart was very generous to send them to the man upstairs for him to decide their fate.”

We walked back in to find we had more guests waiting.

Damn. I know it comes with the job, but this fucking sucks.

I now had my office filled with girls from eight to seventeen. They had all had restrained a boy, usually one of Yuki’s kid companions, and proceeded to do what they wanted. Their heads of families were there with a slight smirk on their faces assuming they would get an easier time with me because I was who I am.

The place in my head quickly color-coded the heads of families and the girls. I was surprised to find all the eight to ten-year-olds in red, but their heads of families in green. The rest of the leaders of families were in red, but only two of the older girls were showing red. Most showed highlighted in green or green-yellow. My computer showed me the actual videos of what went on.

Why am I not surprised that the little girls were responsible for all but two of the other girls being here right now. Time to make a point.

First, I called over all the girls in yellow. They had wanted to fuck the boy and enjoyed his dick. Each didn’t care about using his dick to get them off, but they untied him and ensured he wasn’t in any pain. It was clear they didn’t care about what he wanted in the videos but weren’t cruel about it.

Oh, fuck! I have the entire harems here, plus all the boys.

“Noss,” I said, paging her into the office. “Mary and Skylar inherited the responsibility for their father’s harem and all of his children. By the two women having my children this week, I now have two large harems full of women with sons or girls with brothers. On this trip, the boys have been allowed to hang out with their sisters and mothers. The boys are all horny with nothing but their hands or another boy to care for their needs. Now they are going to have another way to get off as many times as they want.”

These girls were only the ones who fucked unwilling boys from outside of their families but didn’t physically restrain them or make them unable to get limp. The families represented in my office had girls doing the same things to their brothers and male cousins. These were the same girls who cried rape if someone poked them that they didn’t make do it. Now, these girls were going to service the needs of Skylar’s and Mary’s brothers that matched the boys’ ages the girls had been abusing.

To the heads of their families and these girls, I said, “No abortions or aided miscarriages. If the girls get pregnant getting fucked as much as a boy is willing to screw them for the remainder of your stay, they will have that boy’s child. I will leave it up to Skylar and Mary to handle the details. Not much of a punishment for a girl that wants to get fucked, is it? Well, there is a caveat. If a boy wants to use their pussy or ass, then the boy will not be denied. To keep from causing physical damage to the boy’s dicks, the girls will remain lubed up at all times. Only after the girls have been screwed as many times as they have abused their brothers and cousins will they be eligible for being released from their punishment. The boys will decide if they are tired of a girl by then. Otherwise, she stays until midnight that day. Still not much of a punishment? Did I mention that they will ingest something that will prevent them from getting to cum? They will get close, and their juices will flow freely, but never get there.”

Yeah, I’m sending you to get fucked, but not get off. Ok, not get off until the triplets decide that you have earned a chance to cum.

I then called over the heads of families highlighted in yellow.

I let them sweat it out for fifteen minutes before I said, “You all know what is going on because you were once the girl or boy being coerced, blackmailed, or forced by any number of other ways to be their sex toy. Not one of you did anything about it, and that is on you. If you choose, you can meet the obligations you worked out with the lawyers and get the fuck off my island. Otherwise, you will do what should have happened the minute you took the reins. I better see a lot of children in your family who are unable to sit down tomorrow. If you do more than spank their butts, then I’m going to have one of these delightful ladies or their associates come to do the same to your spouse as you explain why they are being punished. But wait, there’s more. After spouses finish being abused for your lack of proper restraint, they get to choose how you will be punished with the help of the same delightful ladies. I believe they can make the arrangements to continue your spouse’s retribution. That is between them and your spouse.”

Now I see why they got highlighted in yellow. You aren’t stupid, just a victim that didn’t stop the circle of abuse.

Now the man upstairs concerned them. The lawyers worried them. Seeing the psychopath and sociopath family members walk into my office from the rear door had them confused, to say the least.

“Our new arrivals have a lot of mental issues, but not one of them has problems with their memories. My notes indicated that each was, uncharacteristically, completely honest as they provided every detail of every incident. These are only the ones that didn’t like the abuse, and those of you knew that fact when you had them physically restrained, drugged, or both before you raped them or watched someone else rape them. I’m sure if I work at it, I can come up with something very nasty, but why should I bother. Each one of them has spent a lot of time contemplating their revenge. You, and all those here from your family like you, are at their mercy. They won’t be enacting getting their retribution for your safety but will be providing a long list of suggestions,” I explained.

Now you all went pale, as you should. I wonder how the ones here highlighted in green will react when I sent the red ones off to meet their fate at the hands of the psychopaths and sociopaths?

I turned to the three punishment maids and told them to please remove those highlighted in red to learn their fate. Asshole and his daughter were likewise removed.

The rest were shaking in fear and pale. This group, highlighted in green, remained when the worst of those to be punished were gone.

“Everyone follow me,” I told them as I went out the back door. “Go get one of the drinks from the refrigerator and find something to eat. Once you get settled, we will talk.”