Chapter 30

I actually think Jack was pleased! He hurt me with that whip five or six times -- I cried and my mouth tasted nasty and I was embarrassed. Jack had Beth take me to the bathroom and Momma cleaned up the mess on the floor -- but I cleaned the mess off Tara and apologized humbly -- Jack made sure of it! "Now get your tongue in her and get her off!" Jack demanded, "Twice!"

I did it. I got control of my stomach and I stuck my tongue in there. I was able to console myself that I'd just washed it, but sucking a guy off was less... flavorful... even when they were dribbling that pre-cum. Tara tried to help, talking to me, telling me what worked for her and what didn't. "That's it, Baby -- you know what's good. I know you play with yourself -- just use your tongue there..." She panted and gasped and praised me and Jack encouraged her to hold my head and guide me and do whatever made it good -- and I knew Jack had me where he wanted me, because this was just WRONG! Blowjobs -- well, everybody did them, apparently, despite what I'd absorbed from Momma on the subject when I was growing up (which, come to think of it, wasn't much -- Momma's technique was not to talk much about sex and to discourage discussion by closing it off whenever possible; most of my 'education' had been her expressing disgust for 'perversions' when someone else mentioned them). This, though -- lesbians did this! Butch bitches and other freaks!

But Jack was on the warpath -- and true to his word, he was going to make me do nasty, perverse things -- and try his best to make me enjoy them! He shoved that whip between my legs while I knelt, lapping Tara's wet slit. I feared the worst, but Jack just said, "Spread your legs!"

Moments later, I heard a buzz, then felt something sliding along my slit! Risking a quick glance down, I saw something pink and jiggly appear between my legs. The tip looked a LOT like the head of a penis... Jack thumped me on the back of the head and I went back to lapping at Tara -- but... that thing was AMAZING! It had my whole pussy buzzing! I realized that this must have been what Jack meant by a 'jelly' -- apparently it was a vibrator of some type in a wrapper made to look like a penis made of gelatinous material...

I'd never owned a vibrator -- and never used one -- and I was AMAZED at the powerful sensations it brought to my pussy! It was hard to concentrate on Tara -- I kept drifting! On the other hand, as it moved over my pussy, it reminded me of things I should have remembered on my own, such as what a focal point the clitoris is for pleasure. I started concentrating on Tara's and it made my life easier, as when I drifted off, I could suck on the hood of hers and lap the pea-sized bump underneath mindlessly...

It was extremely effective; Tara grabbed my head and held it in place and started thrashing and humping and wailing "Oh, Baby! That's it!" And I didn't care a bit, because that buzzing pink monster was pushing me to a place where nothing else mattered! Suddenly, my face was wet and made squishy noises as Tara ground against my chin -- but I saw stars and raw jolts of pleasure raced through me and I could care less that Tara had just flooded me with pussy juice -- I was cumming! HARD!

Jack thumped me on the back of the head again and I managed to mindlessly lap at Tara's gooey pussy while I rode out the aftermath of my orgasm. The 'jelly' had gone away; Beth's friend Frieda's face appeared in my field of vision wearing an evil grin and she waved the thing, "Fun, huh?" I managed to nod without stopping my work; I had a second orgasm to give Tara...

I think I undid myself the second time. You couldn't have gotten an admission out of me with hot irons at the time, but I DO masturbate and I liked to tickle my bunghole a little sometimes while I did it. Sex with Dan was so fraught with maintaining expectations that I was usually tense and seldom reached orgasm -- but he would roll over afterward and I would masturbate and in some ways it was better than vaginal sex. Anyway, Tara was kind of loose for a bit after her orgasm and I wasn't seeing a lot of results for my work, so I rubbed her bung with a finger. Jack murmured behind me and Momma said something, so I snatched my hand away -- but Jack thumped me and said, "Don't pay any attention to us -- keep doing what you're doing! If Tara likes it, there's no reason not to play with her asshole a bit -- I'm pleased that you got a little independent, here!" Tara claimed that she liked it, so I kept tickling her bung and gently tracing the line between it and the base of her slit. Pretty soon, she was humping and gasping again, and I hoped to bring her off more quickly the second time.

Daddy rumbled something and Jack rumbled something but I was busy doing what I was supposed to be doing -- so I jumped when a wet finger made contact with my bung! I clenched up, but Jack hit me on the butt with that damned whip and said, "Relax, or you won't like this at all!" I couldn't do it, but whoever was playing with my bung was patient, wasn't forcing things, and was well-lubricated -- and pretty soon, despite myself, I couldn't stop that finger from periodically penetrating my opening just a bit...

Jack was on me like a duck on a June bug any time I got too distracted, so I kept my nose in Tara's pussy. After a bit, I think I was mirroring what was going on at my butt with my finger in Tara's -- and she wasn't complaining. Soon, she started gasping and whining and shuddering and grabbed my head and I could feel her vagina pulsing on my face and her anus pulsing on my finger as she wailed, "Yeah! Omigod! SUUUUUCK!" Juice gushed from her and I just sucked it down, pleased that my work was done.

When I raised my head, though, Jack thumped me again. "You're not done; nurse her through the aftermath. I'll let you know when to come up." Someone was still fingering my bung and someone was sliding fingers along my slit and things were getting to be VERY pleasant, especially when knowing fingers rubbed circles around my clitoris. I continued to lap Tara while I paid more and more attention to what was going on between my legs...

I heard a half-familiar buzz and began to anticipate the feel of the 'jelly' on my slit. It was clear that Jack planned to have me salivating at the idea of sucking on a pussy like one of Pavlov's dogs... But something blunt but not terribly thick seated itself at my bung -- and it tickled because it was vibrating -- and it was lubricated and I was lubricated and my bunghole just opened up and let it pass...

It was LONG! Longer than a finger, I think. Whatever it was had gentle ridges that rubbed the inside of my anus as it slid in and backed out, buzzing, jangling nerves there that I only dimly realized existed. It went in a little, then came out, then went in more, and backed out, then went in even deeper and I was surprised at the length of it, and it backed out -- and someone was rubbing my clitoris and I know I was making noises -- and then it went in DEEP and was buzzing and the base of the thing was pressed against my bung and buzzing...

I ABSOLUTELY CAME UNGLUED! I'd NEVER had an orgasm like that -- NEVER!! I came back to myself to find that I'd been drooling on Tara's stomach while she laughed and played with my hair and caressed my cheek. Other people were chuckling, too. Jack surfaced some kind of gadget with a long, narrow rubber tip and crap on it -- MY crap, no doubt. "Go clean this and give it back to your mother." Turning to Momma, he added, "I don't suppose you have enema supplies? She's going to need to be clean..."

"I have an old red douche bag with an enema tip," Momma related.

"Good. Fill her up. I want her flushed out before we go to Ray's," Jack directed. He flicked a glance at Daddy, but Daddy only nodded -- and I found myself being led to the bathroom for something I KNEW I wasn't going to like...

I think it's called an 'anal intruder.' It's an attachment -- a sleeve you slide over a hard vibrator, made of soft rubber. The extension is about six inches long and as big around as your pinky, gently ridged, going into a flat base. It's just narrow enough to be able to painlessly insert in a rectum that's mildly prepared for something. Vera mentioned it to me when it became apparent that Judith liked having her asshole played with, murmuring, "I have this thing for my vibrator..." I sent her off for it. Oliver eyed it and her when she came back with the thing and she blushed furiously; I don't think he was aware she owned a vibrator. She owned the old, hard shell plastic kind, with no frills except that the dial on the bottom controlled the speed.

Actually, I was fairly impressed with Judith; she appeared to be moving right along. Blowjobs went too easily, in my humble opinion, even though I worked at making them an issue -- but shoving her nose in Tara's pussy got a SEVERE reaction! By the time Tara got her second cum, though, Judith seemed to have mastered herself and her technique, thanks to the jelly -- but the anal intruder was a real show-stopper! I figured we'd made a pretty good dent in Judith's issues by the time I sent her off for the enema... Oliver, myself, and my girls put our heads together to plan next steps for when she came out, leaving the enema to Vera's tender mercies. One thing that occurred to me was that if Dan WAS playing around, it would be ammunition for Troy and Tony; after a short conversation with the AI, it started looking for records. Even on Earth, society is more and more surveillance-oriented -- Big Brother IS watching you! Pictures were spewing out of Oliver's inkjet printer before Judith and her mother emerged from the bathroom.

I was right -- I HATED the enema! I think Momma hurt me on purpose! In the meantime, we talked a little, Momma starting it out with, "I think I'm seeing a little bit of the real me in you already."

"You really did all of those things?" I asked.

"Sweetheart, I hit my senior year of high school looking more like Beth than you -- and even without the lisp, no one was interested in a fat sow who wasn't even decent to look at," Momma replied sadly. "You're chunky, but at least you have a pretty face and your body presents itself well. I had the itch, bad -- and only a vague idea what the itch really was, because your grandmother didn't discuss sex under ANY circumstances." She eyed me sadly. "I gave your sister Beth this in detail the other night and there is actually a recording out there somewhere -- apparently the AIs monitor EVERYTHING! Maybe you should just ask to listen to that..."

"Maybe you should just tell me," I grunted. "I've got -- uuuh! -- nothing ELSE to do for a few -- uuhggh! -- minutes, and it will take my mind off this..." The cramps were TERRIBLE! I looked up and Maureen was standing in the doorway, nodding.

"Okay, well, like I said, I wasn't as fortunate as you and no one wanted anything to do with me -- so I started taking chances," Momma continued. "The boys locker room at the gym had two doors and I started sneaking between them and cracking the inner door. It was a gold mine -- I got to see naked boys, which only made me hotter and braver. One night, I got either incredibly stupid or incredibly lucky -- even today, I have mixed feelings about that -- and I got caught by some boys. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and I wasn't going to be able to talk about it, since they had me dead to rights -- so they took advantage of things and stretched me out on a bench and proceeded to teach me to fuck and suck. Naturally, they weren't nice about it -- I was a fat, cock-hungry slut and they let me know that they knew it. But they didn't hurt me and I enjoyed it and I came away addicted -- and they knew where to find me. Pretty soon, EVERYONE knew where to find me. Nobody, male or female, wanted anything to do with me in public, but the guys had plenty for me to do in private -- Hell, girls would send me their boyfriends to fuck so they wouldn't have to! Anyway, after graduation, your grandfather and I had it out -- he was plugged into the net, even if your grandmother wasn't, largely because he used it himself -- and he shipped me off to great grandma Ellie to clean up my act and agreed to send me to school out of state. When I met your father, he was, well, easy -- and I decided that he shouldn't know about my past, and that I shouldn't allow him too much in the way of fun for fear I might backslide. I've lived in fear ever since..."

This set me back some. Momma had lied about things in order to cover up her past! Now that I knew why, applying it to me meant that I'd been doing stupid things for stupid reasons because I was... stupid. Okay... But Momma was worried...

"What are you going to do now?" I asked Momma.

"Trust your father," Momma sighed. "It's all I can do. He believes he can deal with it, one way or another."

"What happens if... UGH!" Damned cramps!

"You should be able to use the toilet now, Dear," Momma informed me. "What happens if you turn out to be a slut? Apparently, if you don't go totally overboard -- and there is no reason you should -- it will help you get what you want..."

I thought about this while I made terrible sounds -- and even more terrible smells! I had a whole set of behaviors and prejudices built upon what I'd learned from Momma -- and now she was telling me that foundation was fake! Momma wasn't really that hung up -- she'd just pretended so Daddy wouldn't be tempted to do anything wild and crazy and set her off and get her thinking about wild stuff! And that left me... where, exactly? Apparently, the answer was 'Acting like a prude for no good reason'!

The implications were ugly. Sex with Dan was more about preserving my reputation than fun -- or even procreation. Come to think of it, I was on the pill, anyway... Dan didn't SAY anything, but what would he value more -- a chaste wife or an exciting sex life? I had a sick feeling that I knew the answer...

Cleaned out and cleaned up, I followed Momma out to the living room. Spying Daddy, I asked, "Daddy, do men value virginity?"

Daddy flicked a glance at Jack. "What do you think?"

"Only until we take it," Jack replied, his grin showing fangs.

Daddy nodded agreement. "That was my first take. Why?"

"Then, when you aren't, any more...?"

Daddy frowned. "Continuing the pretense is... irritating."

Jack picked things up. "If I'm getting the thrust of the question, the average guy wants his woman to go from virgin to sexpot. Optimally, he would like to point to her and tell his friends, 'I broke her in and she's HOT!' Does that answer your question?"

"Yeah..." What I was thinking must have shown...

"Yeah, 'I broke her in and she's a dead thing,' isn't a source of bragging rights," Jack amplified, "but then you're not, are you?"

I just hung my head.

From my point of view, the night was ruined, in that I'd hoped to climb into bed with my women early, drain my balls in however many of them I could manage, and get a good night's sleep. But Oliver's family was my family, and I'd signed on to help, so... I sent Judith, Frieda and Tara off to get ready; clothing selection was to be 'minimum decent -- no underclothing.'

I figured that the minimum number of personnel for the expedition were myself, Judith, Tara, and Frieda; I would take a stinger and could take down everyone in the place if necessary. Oliver had other ideas; he wanted to go along, 'just in case.' Frankly, I wasn't sure what he thought he could accomplish, but Judith WAS his daughter. Maureen wanted to go, too; I had to explain what we were up to: "There are a couple of guys at this place that have the process of double-teaming a woman down to a science. They generally like to steal a guy's date and humiliate him and run him off, then they break down the girl with the idea that her date didn't think enough of her to hang around and abandoned her. In the process, they -- hang on a minute. Frieda!"

"Master?"

"Can you give Maureen, here the down and dirty on Troy and Tony's methods?"

"Sure, Master!" Frieda turned to Maureen. "First, they browbeat the shit out of a girl's date -- if possible, not in her direct presence. Usually, they start it by one of them asking her to dance and leaning on him so he allows it. Then while one of them is slow dancing with her, the other one leans on the guy, making threats and being menacing. Depending on the guy, it might not take long, especially since the guy on the floor with the girl is at least pretending to get very familiar with her. One or two dances later, the guy blows, usually without even saying anything to the girl, and Troy and Tony take her over."

Maureen blinked. "This works?"

Frieda smiled. "Usually. They pick their targets -- they won't go up against Mr. Universe, for instance. And girls usually have an issue that makes them vulnerable. This isn't a party place for the beautiful people -- it's just a restaurant/bar. Management cooperates, too, by looking the other way."

"Why?" Maureen asked.

"Sometimes they get to bat cleanup."

"Oh!"

"So," Frieda continued, "You've got a girl who probably doesn't date much or maybe is easy in the first place whose date leaves her flat -- but she's getting a lot of attention from a couple of hot-looking guys. Troy and Tony keep slow dances rolling on the juke box and they take turns dancing the girl to exhaustion while putting the moves on her and getting her all wrapped around the axle over being abandoned. So pretty quick, the girl is wasted and aroused from dancing, and tipsy, and looking for comfort from being abandoned, and the guys are all sympathy while feeding her insecurities. If they picked the right girl, she was hoping to get some, anyway, and she's got two guys all over her... Then they start seriously groping her and she's tired and weak and fighting them and herself, too, and if she gets too whiney, they go 'Okay, fine -- no wonder your date blew on you! You're just a prick tease!' and they remind her she's not that hot and she doesn't have a ride home... Pretty soon, she's blowing one of them and the other has a finger in her and it's all downhill from there..."

Maureen eyed her. "How do you know so much?"

"I watched it a half a dozen times," Frieda replied, shrugging, "only I missed the first part; I didn't put it together that they got part of their kicks out of forcing the guy to leave his date, even though I saw them at it. I WANTED them to do me..."

Beth, who'd been listening, amplified, "WE wanted them to do US!"

Maureen eyed me. "So how is this so perfect?"

"They're a team. They're good at seduction and working on a girl's insecurities, breaking her down. And it's more male resources," I replied.

"It sounds like you don't have the usual setup," Maureen murmured, "How are you going to isolate her from a date she doesn't have?"

"Dan isn't here, but..." I passed her the printed photos. There was a surveillance photo of Dan kissing and feeling up some blonde in an elevator, and Dan and the same woman at a restaurant, and what must have been parking lot surveillance from a bar, showing them necking in a car and Dan leaning back in his seat while she hunched over his lap. My comm link beeped and I pulled it out of its holster -- it resembled a Blackberry, but did quite a bit more. The screen lit and displayed a clip of Dan doing the blonde doggie taken through a window.

<A drone was dispatched and collected this,> my AI explained.

'Push some screenshots to the printer,' I directed it, then handed the link to Maureen and cycled the clip.

"Where did you get THAT?" Maureen asked.

"Recon drone," I replied. "I have... resources. That's a few minutes old, I think." The AI, divining my intent, applied a time stamp to the image. It was virtually live. After about three seconds, the AI muttered, <Streaming live...> and the scene shifted to the blonde doing a very energetic reverse cowgirl, bouncing on Dan's cock while he lay stretched out on the bed.

'Where is this?' I subvocalized.

<Collins residence, master bedroom.>

"So much for Dan," Maureen muttered.

"Yeah, but whose fault is it?" I retorted. "Don't tell Judith -- I want Troy and Tony to have the full use of this."

"I'm going," Maureen announced.

"Why?" I asked. "This outing is for Judith and the other girls I'm taking are for protective coloration and to help me assess where she is."

Maureen shrugged. "Maybe one of them will drag me around the floor while the other one sinks his fangs in Judith."

"Hell, if you just want to dance, I'll drag you out..." I offered. Maureen just cocked her head and looked at me, so I added, "On the other hand, if you want to practice resisting seduction by a charismatic loser, that's fine, too -- it's good practice for tomorrow, since you'll no doubt be picking a male concubine."

Something in her attitude said that she was prepared to BE seduced, but I held my peace about it. Instead, I eyed her pantsuit and said, "Dress down -- the uniform of the evening is short skirts, accessible tops and no underwear."

"Right." Maureen turned to Beth, "Sis, I need to raid your closet."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Beth, same rig. You might as well watch your sisters go down fighting." I turned to Oliver. "There are six in the car..."

"Very well. I'll stay home and see what kind of domestic situation I can look forward to," Oliver capitulated.

"Lucky you," I replied. "You only have two to watch right now."

Frieda sat on my lap in the back seat. I had the left side, Beth had center, and Judith the right. Tara drove and Maureen had shotgun. It was too many bodies, but I needed Tara to help me get Troy and Tony headed in the right direction and Frieda to help me assess how they were doing. Beth was there because both of her sisters were, and I knew there was a solidarity thing going there.

At Ray's, we got immediate attention from the bar -- including Troy and Tony. I waved everyone but Tara toward a table (NOT along the back wall) and Tara and I approached Troy and Tony, who were clearly thinking about vacating. "Relax, guys," I said, waving, "No harm, no foul. In fact, I've brought a peace offering. Jock, give the guys a round of whatever they're drinking."

Tara supported me with, "It's okay, guys, really."

Troy was pretty nervous. "What did you do to me in the parking lot?"

"Let's say I kept you from doing anything foolish," I replied. "Did you get your gun back?"

"Not yet," Troy admitted. "Jock's holding onto it for a while to make sure I show some sense."

I nodded. Tony muttered, "How come you always draw a crowd?"

"Jock knows, I figure," I replied. "He didn't tell you? Tara -- quietly..."

Tara stepped up and whispered in Tony's ear and his eyes popped. "No shit?" I nodded, shrugging. Tara moved to Troy -- and understanding dawned, you could see it in his face.

"You're right -- I've got too many to handle tonight," I admitted. "That's where you guys come in. See the curvy one in the middle? Cute face? That's my peace offering -- I want you to work your magic on her and take a piece or two."

"Why?" Tony cocked his head.

"She's in training, let's say. You can have her for a couple of hours -- I want you to break down her resistance and give her a good going over. I came to you guys because I know you can make her enjoy it despite herself."

Troy grunted. "If you're gonna just hand her off..."

"I can spurn her, but I can't really leave," I explained. "But I brought you something that will help..." I fished pictures of Dan and his paramour, printed two up on computer paper, out of my pocket. "This is her old man and some cunt he's two-timing her with. She suspects, but she doesn't KNOW -- and she hasn't seen these. I figure you can alter your technique a bit, you know? This will give you something to talk about."

Tony was eyeing the girls at the table, "So what's the tale here?"

I shrugged. "The three heavy ones are sisters -- I know you recognize the one on the right and the one with her back to us; they've been here a bunch of times, and they're the ones we got into it over the other night. Those two are mine -- they're concubines, in fact. The other two sisters -- well, I'm not taking them on, but someone probably will, soon. The one in the center, in particular, needs to learn to give it up; she's been trading on her looks and it's backfired and she's losing her old man over it."

"She's still a porker," Troy grunted.

"Yeah, but she's got a cute face and she carries it well," I noted. "That was enough to get her hooked up. She's also not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but that's another tale. The one on the left isn't as choice, but she's a lot smarter; if one of you is bored, you might take a run at her. Who knows? Besides, it might keep the other one off-balance."

"What are you gonna do?" Tony asked.

"Sit at the table like King Tut," I replied. "Maybe have Tara crawl under and give me head. Since you'll be feeding the juke box, maybe I'll feel up the other two on the dance floor."

"So what do you expect?" Troy asked.

"I expect you to run your usual number on her, altered for circumstances," I replied. "I expect you to each take a piece or two, once she's tenderized. If I decide to leave, I want you to leave her flat in the parking lot and have Jock call me to have her picked up. You can pass her around if it doesn't look like it will hurt her any -- like I said, I want her to enjoy it as much as possible, but I want it brought home to her that she's just another slut. If you can get in her sister's panties, you can have that, too -- take it as far as she'll let you."

"That's it?" Tony asked.

"That's it."

Tony looked at Troy. "Ain't nothing else happening tonight." Troy shrugged, nodding.

I dropped a ten on the bar. "Juke box money," I explained. "I'll leave Tara to handle any suspicions you boys might have." I turned and headed for the table.

"How much did you sell me for?" Judith asked.

"Cheap," I replied shortly. "I thought I was gonna have to pay them." I settled into a chair Frieda had dragged over between her and Beth. "The waitress been here yet?"

"No," Frieda related, "I think she's wondering if Tara has come in to work."

"I want a beer," I announced, and specified the brand. "Get whatever the girls want and go order it from Jock. Let him know you'll be giving him head, later. Then come on back and let the waitress bring it."

"You got it, Boss!" Frieda replied, grinning. "What do you want to drink, girls?" Moments later, she swayed off.

"I think she's growing or something," Beth muttered.

"Could be," I agreed.