Storiesonline.net ------- Life On The Farm by T-Rix Copyright© 2007 by T-Rix ------- Description: A young man must step up and take responsibility for the family during the depression era. Not everything is easy or fun, but through hard work and determination, and a strong hand he finds that even in times or strife, there can be compensations. Pay strict attention to the codes on this one folks, if its not your cup of tea, don't grab a cup. Codes: MF mf Mf mF FF ff Ff gi Mult hist harem Zoo 1st teen cons non-con pedo lolita caution rape reluc coer Blkm violent slave inc mother son bro sis fath dau les bi het D/S Mdom span rough BD lght SM humil gang group orgy exhib voy oral mastrb size toys beast ------- ------- Chapter 1 "There's no dinner for you! Get out of here!" I could tell that mom wasn't going to be forgiving me any time soon. I rolled my eyes as I picked up some bread, and meat. As I walked past the bowl of apples I considered grabbing a couple, but decided that if I wanted one, there was an orchard full of apples. I winced as I thought about the apples. I had forgotten about them, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to ignore it. If we wanted to survive we had to get those apples off the trees before they rotted. I walked out to the porch and sat down to eat my sandwich as the last of the evening sun faded. I was getting better; last week I didn't get in until it was already dark. I felt my tired muscles relax, and realized that the work was getting easier. I knew that I was just getting used to it, but I was glad that I didn't get home and just fall to sleep, with every muscle in my body hurting. That was the way it was for the first couple of weeks after dad died. I shook my head; I still found it hard to admit that dad had killed himself. I knew now that no matter how much I loved him, or how much I had respected him, he was nothing but a coward. There was a part of me that hated him for that. I wasn't ready to give my life to keep this family alive; that was his job. Now it fell to me, whether I liked it or not. I remembered fondly my life up until a month ago. Had it only been a month? It seemed so long ago, almost like a lifetime ago, but no; it had only been a month ago. My name is Jason Dunn. I don't consider myself anything special. I look like my dad, and we shared the same build. Even at fifteen, grown men get out of my way when I walk down the street. I am six feet and three inches tall, and I weigh about two hundred and fifty pounds; most of it in my chest and legs. I was almost as tall as my dad. When we walked down the street, we took up the whole sidewalk, and we were a little cramped. Men moved out of dad's way more than mine, but that was because dad's reputation was bigger than both of us. He told me that he hadn't gotten into too many fights, but the ones that he had gotten into were short and violent. I understood; I had found that in school even the bully didn't find me an easy target. I had broken his nose and made both eyes black with a single punch. He screamed once before he hit the ground, and he didn't get back up. That wasn't the worse that had happened to me. There had been a door that had gotten jammed. After the teacher and most of the students had given it a try, I took hold of the handle and slammed against it. There was a crashing sound that seemed to come from all around me. I was standing in the hallway with a door in my hands. I looked to see both hinges had been ripped out of the facing with large chunks of wood still hanging to the hinges. The door itself had a crack that went from the top to the bottom, and I knew that if I squeezed both sides, it would snap in half. I put the door by the frame and got my books; I was embarrassed about the whole thing, but I could still see that even the teachers made of point of not being in my way. I say that with a laugh, because there were only five teachers in the whole school. That was from first grade to high school. One was the principle, and he taught math and science. The early grades were taught by Mrs. Rogers. It would all sound strange to the average person, but there were only sixty five kids in the whole school, from first grade through high school. Most of them were in the lower grades. Not that anyone really expected more than one or two to ever finish school. I had planned to finish, but life is strange like that. We live in a farming community, and farm life stops most kids from ever finishing school. As soon as the kids could help on the farm, school was a thing of the past. There were very few girls in school. Most of the girls stayed home and learned what they needed from their mother. Most women couldn't read or write, and Mrs. Rogers was constantly going on about the sorry state of affairs in this country. Everyone said that there was a depression. They said that it was a big one, and that the whole country was about to fall apart. I never noticed anything different. I had noticed that some of the businesses were closing down, and that there were more bums passing through town, but they didn't stay. It had been going on for more than a year, but life was the same for me. Until the day last month that Millie, Mary and I got home. Then things changed; a lot and in a hurry. Millie was the youngest at ten, and then there was Mary. She was eleven. She always said that she was twelve, because her birthday was less than a month away. I had just had my birthday, and was proud of the fact that I was almost an adult. I always thought it was strange; As much as I was built like dad, the girls were both just like mom. They were little things, and I was surprised when a good gust of wind didn't blow them away. Mom was just five feet tall, and couldn't weigh over a hundred pounds, soaking wet. Mary had been at the five foot mark for the past year and it didn't look like she was going to get a bit bigger, and Millie was almost there herself. They both looked just like mom, only their hips hadn't filled out and they were about as flat as a board. Mary did everything to hide the fact that she didn't have any tits. Mom just shook her head, and told her, "It will come, don't be in such a hurry." I knew how she felt, as I had always been a little runt. Then all of the sudden; I was taller than mom, and almost over night I was almost as tall as dad. Then I filled out all over. As we got to the house, I saw that mom was sitting on the porch with her head in her hands. She was crying, and I had never known my mother to just sit and cry. She might give in to tears, but usually she just kept working and wiped her tears as she went. I knew that something had happened. I told the girls to stay with mom, and went in side. I found dad a couple of minutes later. He had put the shotgun to his chest and pulled the trigger. I felt like I was going to be sick, and my head was swimming. I found that tears were on my cheek when I went back outside. I told Millie to run into town and get the sheriff. She was supposed to bring him back, and she was supposed to ride with him. I told Mary what had happened, but told her not to go inside. She looked scared, but she nodded. I told her to sit with mom. There wasn't anything for me to do, and I found myself pacing back and forth. Not that it helped, but it seemed to help burn off the nervous energy. When I saw the Sheriff's car coming, I told Mary to keep Millie away from the house, and waited for the car to pull to a stop. I pulled the Sheriff aside and explained what had happened, but he didn't seem surprised. He just shook his head and said that he had seen a lot of this lately. I was confused, as I hadn't heard anything about it, and a town this size you know when a person has a cold. I found out later that there is a whole world of things that people never hear of. It was about an hour later that I watched them take dad away. I spent the next day digging a grave, back by the orchard. I knew that we didn't have the money to bury dad in town, with the fancy stone marker and stuff like that. I did what I could, and when the undertaker gave up trying to sell us everything from plastic flowers to a bronze casket, he arranged to have the parson bring dad back home in a plain pine box. I could tell when he left, he was rather disgusted with me. I didn't even want the pine box, or said that I would make one myself. He haggled like an Arab trader and finally said that I could get it for the cost of the wood. As he left I told him that I would be counting the pieces of wood, and checking the price at the lumber company. He said something that I couldn't hear, but I think that he lost his profit when he burned it off of his tires, when he left. The parson said a few words over dad's body. Mom still couldn't stop crying and looked like she was about to faint. As soon as it was over I had Mary take mom inside, and I started to task of covering the plain box. The parson surprised me by offering to give me a hand. I was happy to have the help, but I found that it came at a price as well. I had to listen to his sermon the whole time that we worked. Actually it was closer to me working and him leaning on a shovel and preaching. I could have done better alone, and was glad when it was over. It still took another half hour to get rid of the parson, and I think that he expected me to pay him, or at least invite him to dinner. Well he was wrong, and he got to leave like the undertaker. I might have been young, but I wasn't stupid. The next day started early. I was up before the sun and in the fields when the first rays hit the ground. It was a long day and I didn't think that I was going to live though it. When I got to the house the sun was long gone as I stumbled up the steps to the house. When I got inside I was surprised to find that Mary had cooked dinner. Without the benefits of staying home to learn about cooking and sewing and all the thousand other little things that get done around a farm, it was almost inedible. I say almost because I was too hungry to complain, and too tired to care. But Mary knew. She was sitting there crying and I know that I made her feel better when I wolfed down a huge amount. It didn't taste very good, and it was burnt in places, but it least I wasn't hungry any more. I told her it was OK, but she needed practice. I went and washed the day's filth off of me, and almost crawled into my small bed. I don't remember waking up, but the old ticking clock beside my bed said that I needed to be in the fields. Most of that week went the same way. I got in after dark and found that Mary had done the cooking again. I asked about mom, and she just shrugged, and said that she just sat all day and stared into space. I nodded when I couldn't think of anything to say. I have to admit that Mary's cooking did get better. She found a cook book and a little practice and it was almost fair. She was substituting what we had, for what the book called for. I could understand that what you don't have, you have to make do with what you do have. I found that after a week I wasn't as tired as I had been when I got home, and that it was a little earlier each day. I admired dad for the work that he did alone, and I was determined that I was going to do as good of a job as he had. It was during the second week and I found that I even had the energy to pull on my cock again. It was a past time that I had been enjoying for a few years, and I hadn't even realized that I had gone from once or twice a day to nothing for more than a week. I had been so tired that I didn't even think about it. I found that when you don't shoot your stuff for a week, when you do you had better have a bucket handy. It was like a damn river and I didn't have a clue when it was going to stop. If I was outside, then I just let it hit the ground, but inside I had an old rag that I kept hidden that I would jerk off into. I had found that I could look between the cracks of the wall into mom and dad's bedroom and for a couple of years I had been treated to an education that never failed to fill that rag. Now I found that my rag was woefully inadequate for the task. It was soaked and I was still shaking and shooting spunk into a soggy rag. When it finally stopped, I was panting for breath and I had a damn mess everywhere. I slipped out and went to the outhouse. I cleaned up as best as I could and stopped by the pump and washed out the old rag. Then I finished cleaning myself up. By the time I got back into bed I could feel my cock starting to twitch again, but I knew that I couldn't do this all night and still work all day tomorrow. I turned over and forced myself to sleep. By the end of the second week, I could usually get home before sundown. My muscles were getting used to the hard work all day, and they were starting to tone up. As I got stronger it was easier to do the work. I knew why dad had muscles all over his body. Every day you found a new muscle that was sore, one that you had never really used before. I was beginning to think that I was never going to know a day without pain again. But like everything else you do get used to it. I found time during the day to take a break and jerk my cock in the fields. It was nice not having to worry about somebody walking in and catching you. Not that it really would have mattered. Both of the girls had walked in on me before, and I had walked in on them. They made much more of a big deal about it, like I wasn't supposed to know that they did things like that, but that it was normal for me to. I found that it was all just nature. Like the bulls and cows in the pasture. If you think that they don't jerk off, then you don't know much about animals. Even the old hound dog that we keep in the back yard jerks off. I would just shake my head at them, not for jerking off, but for acting like they were better than everybody else. Somewhere along the line, I guess that they talked to mom, or some other woman, because it gradually ended. They would just look at me and smile as they kept on flipping their clit. I would smile and say that I was sorry and back out. They also got better at hiding when they did it. I would go into a room and there would be a definite tell-tail smell, but the culprit was nowhere to be seen. I had learned that smell long before Mary had ever left a smell like that. When mom and dad got going it was just like I was in the room with them. Plain wooden walls only hide what you don't care if somebody knows. There are cracks between every board. If you had the money, you could put plaster on the walls. But we didn't have that kind of money, and besides I hoped that we never did. I learned more about sex watching my mom and dad then any book would have ever taught me. I learned what men and women really did, and the technical process of what was possible and what wasn't. I knew what dad liked, and what mom liked, and what one would and wouldn't do for the other. Mom loved to have her pussy sucked, but dad would only do that after mom washed everything. I watched her take a bath in a washtub more times that you would ever believe. I could see dad's face when mom started heating water and carrying it to the bedroom. Normally we all took our baths in the kitchen, to be close to the hot water. We all knew that mom and dad took a special bath sometimes, but I think that I was the only one that knew why. I watched mom suck on dad's fat cock. I knew that she could only get the whole thing in her mouth if she was really excited. The first time that I saw her suck the whole thing in her mouth and down her throat was when I saw my first sixty-nine. It was a little while before I knew what it was called, but the name didn't mean a thing to me, but watching them sure made me blow my load in a matter of seconds. The first time that I saw it I was so excited that as I stood there squirting out my load, my fist knocked on the wall a couple of times. I watched as mom slipped dad's cock from her mouth and looked directly at the crack in the wall, and then she smiled and swallowed the whole thing to the bottom in a single plunge. It was so exciting that I pumped twice as much as usual in that rag. It was also the first time that I had to do an evening clean up before I could go back to bed. The only thing that I saw that was 'off limits' was mom's asshole. She wouldn't even listen when dad talked to her about it. I was disappointed a little, because I really wanted to see that. But I have found that life is like that, there are things that you can do, and things that you can't. You have to learn the difference and accept it. It was the third week after dad died that mom started to wander around the house. She did something here and straightened up something there. I was hoping that she was getting back to her old self. Mary's cooking was better, but I still wanted some good food. I told the girls not to push her as she was starting to come around on her own. Things were looking better and I was happy, until Wednesday evening when I got back to the house from the fields. It was well before sundown and I was getting a handle on the field work. I had just washed up and was toweling off when I saw a car coming up the road. We were the only people on the road, so they had to be coming here. I stood on the porch, with the towel around my neck and waited for them to pull into the yard. I was surprised to see Sirus Hodge. He was the biggest skinflint in town. He was a pasty little man, in his early fifties with big lips. He had even bigger eyes; they almost bulged when he looked at you. Top that off with going bald, and combing what little hair that he had left over trying to hide it. It made him almost a ghoulish little creature. I didn't know of anybody in town that liked him, but I knew of a few that wouldn't mind killing him, if they thought that they could get away with it. When he smiled at me his black teeth sent a shiver down my spine. I could understand why he had never married. Even his money couldn't buy him a wife, which would be willing to put up with that. Sirus didn't waste time; he stated his business quickly and accurately, along with a signed contract. I frowned as I listened to him explain that dad had borrowed money last year, and it was time to make the payment. I looked the contract over, and saw that dad had indeed borrowed money, and that he had put up the farm as collateral for the loan. It was simple, pay off or get off. I looked around; I was fifteen years old and even if it was 1931 where could I come up with twenty five hundred dollars? I knew the despair that dad had felt, and was considering the same thing when I noticed that Sirus was watching Mary in the house. He was licking his big lips almost constantly. A thought crossed my mind; it almost turned my stomach, but it was the only idea that came to mind. I sat down on the steps in front of the kitchen door. I knew that Sirus could see Mary working in the kitchen, and his eyes never left her. I said, "Well Mr. Hodge, it looks like it might take a day or two to pay you. I need to talk to a couple of men in town to arrange for the money." Sirus's eyes snapped back to me as he gave me that disgusting smile of his again, "You won't find anybody in town that will loan you that money. I was the last person that your father came to, to ask for it." I smiled back at him and knew that it was probably true, dad would have had to hit bottom to go to ask Sirus for money. I smiled back at him as I told him, "Well, I'm not going to try to borrow any money, I was going to sell something instead." I tried to remain cool and confident as he looked me over. He snorted, "Well, you won't find anybody that'll buy this place for that kind of money either." He was confident that he was right, and I believed him. Money was tight and people were holding onto their money. I had gotten a quick education on that. I knew the names of the men that had the kind of money that we were talking about, and I knew which ones had a reputation that I was looking for. I mentally ran the names in my head, and found the one name that I knew that Sirus hated more than his love for money. I tried to keep a straight face as I slowly paid out my plan, "Well actually I don't plan on selling the farm. Jim Thompson has shown an interest in what I'm selling, and I will need to make him the offer and close the deal. I'm sure that he will jump at the chance." At Thompson's name Sirus's bulging eyes got a little bigger, and then turned into slits of anger. I knew that I had hit the nail on the head. I had thrown the bait and I had to be careful to play him just right. I couldn't push too hard; I had to make him want to know what I had. Sirus looked at me hard and I could feel the sweat trickle down my side. I wanted to wipe it away, but I couldn't. I continued to look thoughtful and a lot more confident than I felt. Sirus almost spat the words, "What could you have that Thompson would pay that kind of money for?" I let him simmer a little as I seemed to be considering his words. Finally I looked him in his bulging eyes and said, "I have a twelve year old virgin that Thompson has been eying for years. I know that he will pay for the privilege of being the one to break her cherry and take the first ride." I saw Sirus's eyes snap back to the kitchen door and as he watched Mary move in the kitchen, as he began licking his big lips again. It was almost a constant action, and I knew that he was on the hook. Now I had to reel him in. I cleared my throat, "Well I figure that a day or two, and I will be around to pay you. So if you will forgive me, I need to get to dinner." As I got up Sirus found his voice, "I'll write off half the debt!" I stopped to look at him and I told him, "I know that because I'm young, people think that I'm stupid, but I do know what something like that can get, at least to the right man." I shook my head and reached for the screen door. "OK! I'll cancel the whole thing!" He was still sputtering and I knew that he was really forcing himself when I saw that sweat on his balding head trickle down into his face. His money was so dear to him that he probably slept with it. I shook my head as I said, "I heard tell of one going for as high as ten thousand, and I know that money being so tight, I couldn't get that. But I figure that I could tell a few men, like Thompson and Jones and maybe even Wilson, and let them know that I won't take a penny less than three. Then I will let them bid against each other until I get the best price. I know that all of them will be just as interested in out-doing each other as getting something as beautiful and pure as Mary." I waited there holding my breath. This was the moment of truth, either I had pushed too hard and he would snap, or he would give in. Just when I thought that I had played it too far and felt that I was waiting too long, I opened the door to his shaking voice, "OK, God Damn it! I'll go three thousand dollars, but not a penny more!" I smiled to myself, but now I had to get Mary to accept it. I looked at him, "You have the other five hundred with you?" I was playing for time, and hoped that he would have to go to town, but he surprised me as he nodded his head. I nodded and told him that I wanted to see it, and damn if he didn't open his wallet and pull out five hundred dollars. I nodded to him and said that he needed to get cleaned up. I pointed to the rain barrel of water and the wash basin as I threw him the towel. I told him, "We both expect you to wash everything." With that said I knew that I would have a little time to explain things to Mary. I sent Millie to the girl's room with instructions not to come out, until I told her to. I was a little surprised that she didn't argue, but realized that since dad had died she had not talked back even once. I guessed that she had accepted me as the authority figure since dad wasn't around. As she went to their room I made a mental note not to tease her any more. She really hated it when I called her Mildred and I used to love calling her that when mom or dad was around, and she couldn't do anything about it. It was a quick and hushed conversation. I explained the situation the same way that I had found out. I pointed out that our options were simple, she could put out, or we all had to get out. It was the only option that was available. I didn't see any reason to mention that it was my idea, or that I had bartered her like a prize bull. It wouldn't change anything, and I saw no reason to take any more time than necessary getting things settled. She looked like a trapped rabbit that wanted to run, but we both knew that there was no place to run to. She bit her lip as she nodded her head. I gave her all of the advice that I could think of; pretend that it was somebody else, somebody that she wanted to do it with. Keep her eyes closed, and for god's sake use something to make her slippery. If it was dry it would hurt like all hell. She looked at me and I knew that she was wondering where I had learned so much on the subject. I couldn't tell her that it was all from conversations that I had overheard in mom and dad's bedroom. I asked her where she wanted to do it, and she just shrugged. I told her it would be better if it was outside. Then she wouldn't have to think about it anywhere in the house. She nodded and I told her to remove all of her clothes and wrap herself in a soft blanket, and then come out to the porch. She nodded as she moved off into her room. I went back outside. Sirus was just finishing up washing. I couldn't believe what he was going to do with the equipment that he had. It couldn't have been more that four inches long. I had more than that when I was seven. I figured that I was pretty much average, I had only seen myself and dad through the wall and we were both about the same size. As I looked at Sirus I wished it was even smaller, as maybe it wouldn't hurt Mary too much. I called Sirus to the porch and told him that if he wanted it, he would get it right here on the porch. He seemed confused, but accepted it quickly enough. I told him to hand over the money and put it in my pocket; I didn't bother to count it. I knew that Sirus didn't make mistakes with money, and once you settled a deal his word was good to carry it through. As Mary came out onto the porch I told Sirus to write on the contract 'Paid in full'. He looked at Mary wrapped in the blanket and nodded as he scratched the words across the contract and signed it. He was about to grab her as he handed the contract over. I put up my arm blocking his way. He looked at me like I was a traitor, but he relaxed when he realized that I still planned on keeping my word. "There are a few rules here; you paid to be the first, but that's all that you paid for. You will not feel, handle, grope or even kiss her. You didn't pay for anything more than to stick it in before anybody else. Now that is the deal, and when it is finished I expect you to leave quickly and quietly without a single word. If you say anything, I won't be responsible for what happens to you. I don't like any of this, but a deal is a deal. And if you break any of the rules, it is over right then, even if you haven't been first. So watch what you do, and remember the rules." His bulging eyes blinked a couple of times and he licked those repulsive lips a couple of times, then he nodded his head. I told Mary to lie down and open the blanket. She never looked up as she lay down and spread her arms wide, opening the blanket and revealing her delicate little body. I saw that her eyes were tightly closed as she pulled her knees up and spread them widely. We both saw that her little breasts were just beginning to form and her hard nipples were sitting on two small mounds of flesh, about the size of lemons. Her mound had a few hairs just sprouting over her slit and I could see that she had put something on her pussy as it was shining in the reflected sunlight. Sirus was licking his lips constantly, and he reminded me of a lizard and I was repulsed even farther. At that moment I really hated my father. I pushed Sirus toward Mary and said, "Well do what you paid for, we haven't got all night here." I didn't want to tell him that I just wanted it over. But I was sure that as much as I wanted it over, it couldn't be near as much as Mary did. Sirus slid his little body down between her legs and as he positioned his puny cock at the entrance, I noticed that he was taking a lot of time getting things lined up. I saw Mary grimace more than a few times and knew that he was coping a feel on the pretext of positioning his cock. "Sirus, you know the rules! Are you willing to call it quits now, or are you going to do what you paid for?" I could see the disappointment on his face as he lined up his little cock. I knew that he was going to do anything that he could get away with, and drag it out as long as possible. I couldn't hold it against him, I would do the same thing in his place. I realized that I wished that I was in his place right then, and it shocked me a little. I had never thought of Mary as anything but my little sister. I had spied on her, just like I had with mom and dad, but even while I was spying, I was only enjoying the show. I never thought of doing anything more than just watching her. It was something that I would have to think over. I knew that whatever Mary had put in her little cunt was a good choice as he sank to the bottom in a single thrust. I saw Mary's eyes pop open and I heard her grunt. I knew that she had just lost the only thing that a girl valued most. I wasn't surprised to see that she just lay on the ground like a dead fish, but I could tell that Sirus didn't even notice. He was bucking and thrusting like a jack-rabbit in a hurry. My estimation of him never got any better when less than fifteen seconds later he began to buck and spasm his way through his orgasm. I knew that he was sending his greasy sperm as deep into her tender little pussy as he could get it, and the very thought made me want to beat him to death. I could barely control myself as he slowly got to his feet and put his softening cock back into his trousers. He started to say something, but when he looked at me he thought better of it. He ducked his head and quickly made his way to his car. It was only a few seconds later that I heard him tearing back down the old dirt road. Mary hadn't moved. She was still lying there with her eyes closed and her jaw clinched tightly closed. I could see the muscles in her body trembling as her legs stayed spread open. I saw the trail of pink spunk leaking from her soft folds and I realized that I still wanted to kill him. I quickly folded her into my arms as I carried her to the rain barrel. Her eyes snapped open as I picked her up and she looked at me with tears in her eyes. I didn't know what to say, so I just held her as I washed her from her neck all the way to her dainty little feet. I took all the time that I could washing and cleaning her little pussy out. I kept at it until only clear water came out of her pussy. I could tell that she was sore by the winces that she made each time my big hands rubbed across her soft flesh. After I was finished cleaning her little body, I sat on the ground and just held her tightly to me. She snuggled into my big arms and I heard her cry. I held her until her tears stopped and she looked up into my eyes. Her eyes were red and puffy, with tears streaking her face as she said, "Thank you for not hating me." I was dumbfounded; how could she even think that I would hate her? I could see that her eyes never left mine, and she was waiting for some sign from me, of what I felt. "Why should I hate you? You did what you had to, for the whole family. I love you Mary, and I always will." I could feel her body relax as she held on to me tightly. I got up and carried her to the house. On the way she whispered to me, "Do you know who I was thinking of when it happened?" I knew that she wanted to get it out of her system, and put it all behind her so I sat on the steps as I answered her, "Probably one of those movie stars, that you are always going on about." I expected Clark Gable, as he was her favorite heart throb, but I was unprepared for what she told me. "I was thinking of you. I always think of you. You are the only person that I have ever really loved. You have always loved me, and taken care of me, and protected me. Even when you teased me, I knew that you loved me. I know that I'm not supposed to love my brother, but I can't help how I feel." She was suddenly quiet and I felt her body was tense again. I knew that she had just bared her soul, and said something that she had never intended to say. It was out in the open now and she didn't have any way of getting it back in. I stared into space for a couple of minutes. I was thinking of how I felt about Mary, and what she had said. I knew that one day she would find somebody that she would love that wasn't her brother. I guess that feelings like that were more normal than I thought. I remembered the feelings that I had seeing her laying there and I knew that the stirring in my overalls wasn't something to be ashamed of. I could tell that these were the longest couple of minutes of her life as she waited for me to say something. "Mary, I do love you. I'm not ashamed to say that it is more that just as a sister. I know that one day you will find somebody else to give your love to, but until then I am honored that you would choose me. I can't promise that I will only love you, because one day I will probably find somebody else too." I felt her relax against me again and I felt a fresh burst of tears. I didn't know why she was crying this time, or even which part was causing the problem. I thought that it was best to just keep my mouth shut until I knew what the problem was. It didn't take long before she was talking again, "Jason, I won't ever love anybody but you, and I don't care what you do with anybody else, just as long as you will still love me." She was still crying her eyes out, and I still didn't know what to say. I said the only thing that I knew to be the truth. "Mary, I will always love you. Now, will you please stop crying?" I looked down to see here stifle a sob as she looked up into my eyes, and I bent down to kiss her softly on her tender lips. I suddenly found her arms around my neck as she slid her tongue into my mouth. It wasn't the first time that I had ever been kissed, but I was surprised to find that she was so experienced. It felt like she had been kissing like this all of her life. Her body came alive in my arms as she wiggled and squirmed and tried to wrap herself around me. I knew that if this kept up, she would get fucked on the porch again. I didn't really think that she could handle it, so I pulled her off of me. She looked hurt, but I told her, "You need to get some rest, before I do something that might embarrass us both. Right here in front of God and everybody!" She giggled and snuggled into my arms again. I picked her up and carried her to the girl's room. Millie was doing her homework, and I realized that I missed school. I knew that Mary did too. We had talked about it one night over dinner, but Millie didn't understand. We wanted to go to school. And she wanted to quit. There was no justice in this world. She looked surprised when I carried Mary in and put her to bed. I think it was more the fact that Mary was as naked as the day she was born. It wasn't unusual for any of us to be seen without clothes. When we all took a bath in the kitchen we would all usually end up naked in front of somebody, but I could understand where this looked strange. Millie hated to miss out on anything; I had seen her admit to something that she had nothing to do with, just so that she could be punished with Mary and me. She had a burning desire to be part of everything, and she started in on Mary as soon as she hit the bed. I didn't say anything as I figured that Mary would tell her what she wanted her to know. I stopped at the door and told Millie, "You can come and eat your dinner now." Millie took a last look at Mary and reluctantly followed me to the kitchen. Mary had done a good job on dinner, all things considered. Millie started wolfing her food as soon as it was on the plate. I noticed that she was almost finished before I had my plate fixed. I made another and before I had gotten everything on it, Millie was putting her plate in the sink. I stopped her before she could get back to their room and handed her the plate. I told her to leave Mary alone until she finished her dinner. You would have thought that I had just shoved a sour pickle up her ass with the face that I got. I smiled as she stomped out of the room. As I ate my dinner I read the contract that I had gotten from Sirus Hodge. It was then that mother came into the kitchen. She looked around and asked about the girls. I told her that they were in their room. She noticed the contract and snatched it off of the table. As she looked at it I saw the eyes get big as she saw the words showing it was paid in full. She asked how I had done it. I knew then that she had always known about it, but she had never said a word either. It made me mad as I spat the words, "Mary paid it, with her body." Mom looked at me like she was going to be sick, "You filthy bastard! Get out of my sight!" She screamed at me. I knew how she felt, as I didn't think much better of myself at the moment. I rose and left the kitchen. My bed seemed full of lumps and bricks and I couldn't find a comfortable position. I didn't get a lot of sleep that night. It was early in the morning when I woke up. The alarm didn't get a chance to go off. I got up and made my way to the kitchen and fixed up a lunch before going to the fields. It was another long, and hot day. It seemed longer and hotter by the fact that I constantly thought about Mary, and mom and Sirus Hodge. By the time I got home I wasn't in the greatest mood when mom opened up on me, before I went outside to think about this last month. ------- Chapter 2 Mary brought me a piece of apple pie, and I was surprised that mom would allow it. She sat beside me and leaned her head on my arm as I ate the pie. It was good, and she told me that she had made it herself. I was impressed, and I told her that she had done a very good job. As we sat on the porch I told her that we would be going into town Friday afternoon, and that she needed to tell Millie not to come home from school, as we would pick her up. Mary wanted to know why we were going into town, and I explained that all of us would be working in the orchard all weekend and that it would be the only chance that we would have to pick up the supplies that we would need for next month. Another couple of weeks and school would be out for the summer. I reminded her that all summer it would be the women's work to take care of the orchard, while I was in the fields. She nodded as she said that she wasn't sure if mom would help. I had a hard look when I told her that mom would help in the orchard until there was enough to start canning and putting things up, then she would work in the kitchen. Mary nodded as she got up to go back in the house. I stopped her as she reached for the door, "Make sure that mom knows what she is expected to do. If there is a problem, let me know and I will deal with it." She smiled and nodded as she disappeared back into the house. It was about an hour later that I was coming back from the outhouse when I saw Mary sitting on the porch steps crying. As I approached she saw me and tried to head back into the house, but I called to her. She stopped but she didn't turn around. I took her shoulder and turned her around to face me, it was then that I saw the red hand print on her face. I asked her what had happened. She was reluctant to tell me, but I was firm and she soon said that mom had called her names, and had slapped her as she said, "I will not be ordered around by my own children. I will tell you what to do around here. This is still my house, and if you don't like it you can just get the hell out. Who wants a whore like you here, anyways?" I was seething, but I kept my temper in check. I picked Mary up and held her close, and then I kissed her softly on the lips. When I put her down she had stopped crying, and I sent her off to bed. I told her that no matter what she heard; that both of them were to stay in their room, until morning. She looked worried, but I smiled and kissed her again. I patted her ass as she headed back into the house, and she smiled at me over her shoulder. When I went back into the house it was dark. All of the lanterns were out. We weren't one of the farms that had electricity. Almost the entire town had electricity, and a lot of the farms did, but dad had always said that it was too expensive to have it. It was something else that I couldn't understand about dad. I think that it was more the fact that he grew up without it and even if it was free, he still wouldn't have wanted it. I shook my head to clear it of useless thoughts. Most of the time mom had been the boss around the house. She told dad what to do and he jumped, but there had been one time that dad had jumped back at mom, and she had folded up like a cheep chair. I knew that she was still pushing herself, and trying to keep a handle on things. But I would not allow her to ride Mary or Millie; I didn't care about myself, I knew that I could handle it. But they didn't deserve it. I don't remember what mom had done, but I remember that it had something to do with us kids. I remember dad turning on her with fire in his eyes. Mom had a look of fear from the first second. I remember everything that he did, when he listened to her pleadings and when he didn't. It was almost like a play. At times he could hear her begging, and then at times he just seemed to ignore her. At the time, I couldn't tell the difference. Looking back on it now, I could still see and hear everything thing that happened. I began to understand that it was a matter of hurting her too much, and all through it she would beg him to stop. I knew what was going to happen, and steeled my self for the confrontation. As I opened the door to mom's bedroom I saw her in the dim light of the lantern. It was turned down very low, casting a faint glow around the room. I moved toward her. She saw me coming and spat the words, "What the hell are you doing in here? I told your little whore that she could just get the hell out, and that goes for you too!" I stopped about two feet from her and she had to look up into my eyes, which she was doing, with her best defiant look. I was not intimidated in the least. I expected this to get a lot worse. I looked back into her eyes as I spoke to her, it was calm and cool as the heat of anger fueled my words. "I told Mary to go to bed, she had a hard day. I also told her to forget about your stupid temper tantrum, as I was in charge of this house, and if you don't like it you can get your sorry ass out." Her face crunched up in anger, but before she could hit me, my hand snapped out and landed across her face. It was a hard and solid contact that rang throughout the room. Mom went down in a heap. I hadn't intended to hit her so hard, but it worked out very well. She sat on her ass rubbing her face as I said to her, "You knew about the contract with Sirus Hodge, I was it in your face last night. And that is why dad put a shotgun to his chest. He was too much of a coward to face us, and tell us that we were about to be put out on the street." I could see that the words cut through the thin veil of courage that she had been maintaining. She looked like a little girl that had just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. I knew then that every word had not only been true, but that she felt as bad about it as I did, and didn't know what to do about it. But how she felt couldn't excuse what she had done to Mary. I strengthened my resolve and went on, "From now on this is our house. Bought and paid for with Mary's body. I run this house and I say who lives here and who doesn't. If you don't like it, then get out. But from now on, you have no say about anything. You will do as you are told. If you ever call Mary a whore again; I will personally throw you and your shit out the door. Do you understand me?" I looked at her as she sat there on the floor. It took a long time before she would meet my eyes. When she did she said, "But I'm your mother!" I realized that it didn't mean as much as it had just a month before. Everything that had happened had changed my opinion of her and my dad. I suddenly realized that I was no longer a boy, but a man. I had crossed some threshold over the past month; maybe it was working the farm or being suddenly responsible for the family, but whatever it was I knew I was a man. I was not the boy that I was, and it was time for my mother to find out the truth of that. "So what is it going to be? Do you pack up and leave, or do you stay under my roof?" She looked at me and understood that she was making a decision how she lived for the rest of her life. If she accepted, from this minute on, she would never be mother again. As she looked at my face she knew that I was serious, this was not some game, or something that she would be able to talk me out of. Those days were over. She dropped her eyes to the floor and I saw her shoulders slump. She said in a clear voice, "This is your house, and I will do as I am told." I suddenly felt a wave of power and excitement. I didn't know where it came from, but I knew that there was now no dispute over who was giving the orders. As I watched her I knew that she would try to do the same thing to me that she had done to dad. Tell him what to do, and let him give the orders. In school I had learned about a puppet ruler, and I didn't want to be one. I knew that I was going to have to put her in her place, and keep her there, or I would find myself acting just like my father. She learned many things about controlling dad over the years and I was determined not to end up like him. I saw no better time to start then the present. I reached down and grabbed a hand full of her hair. It felt greasy to the touch and I wondered how long it had been since she had taken a bath. She had always been the one telling everybody else to bathe, but now I couldn't remember the last time that I had even seen her near the wash tub. I dragged her with me, through the dark house until we were outside at the rain barrel. The washbasin was upside down beside it. I grabbed it and scooped it full of water. I pulled her up in front of me and shoved her head into the basin. When I let her head up I shoved soap into her hand and told her to bathe. She hesitated and I reached down and grabbed the neck of her nightgown. I pulled with all my might and the thin material ripped away into each hand. I kept pulling it apart, until it ripped all the way to the bottom. I let it go as it fell from her shoulders. She had nothing on under the nightgown. I didn't even bother to look as I turned her around and shoved her head back in the wash basin. When her head came out of the water this time, I told her again to bathe. She stared the process of washing as she stood with the cool water running down her body. As I watched her soaping her body I realized that even though she was thirty years old, and she had three children, her body was surprisingly firm and alluring. Her daily work on the farm had kept the fat off, as it had for all of us, as well as the muscles that it had given her. I watched as her muscles danced under the soft skin in the moonlight. She moved gracefully and with purpose. I watched as she forgot about my presence, and concentrated on the task at hand. Her tits were tight to her body with only a little sag, until she raised her hands to soap up her hair. As she washed her hair the movements made her tits sway with her body. I found that my cock was straining against my overalls. I considered the implications of what would happen, and it was then that I decided that my mother would also be my lover. I decided that I would posses her completely, or that she would not be here in the morning. It would be all or nothing. If I was to be the one that ran this house, I would run it completely. As she washed now I watched with a different purpose, and I was not ashamed as I felt my cock continue to grow in my overalls. I was not the least bit timid as I moved, so that I could get a better look at her body as she continued her bath. I especially enjoyed watching her wash her hairy pussy. I found all of the hair to be a bit repulsive to me, as I didn't have that much hair on my own body. I knew that it was something that she could remove when I told her to. But for the present, I watched as she soaped and washed her pussy. I liked when she closed her eyes and kept stroking her pussy. I watched as her nipples got harder and her movements speeded up. She suddenly stopped and her eyes snapped open as she looked at me. I saw her blush as she quickly bent down to wash her legs. But I had seen something that she would never be able to hide; the passion in those few seconds under my watchful gaze. I smiled to myself as she continued her bath. Little did she know what awaited her so soon! When she was finished she stood defiantly looking at me. I stared at her, and kept staring until she looked away. She didn't see the smile on my face as I turned and picked up a towel. I pitched it to her as she dried her body. When she finished she wrapped the towel around her and I stopped her, and told her to hang it up to dry. She was slow to comply and I thought that she was already ready to leave, and I looked at the road. When I looked back to her, she deftly pulled the towel off of her body and hung it on the rod beside the basin. I told her to follow me inside. She hesitated, before she said, "What if the girls see me, like this?" I took another slow look up and down her body before I answered her, "So, what if they do? Now follow me inside." I walked with a purpose and I didn't care if she followed, or stayed outside. I heard her footsteps on the steps of the porch behind mine and knew that she was there. Once we entered her bedroom I stopped suddenly and turned, she bumped into me before she realized that I had stopped. She bounced back a step and looked up at me. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. As she looked up at me I unzipped my overalls and my hard cock sprang out. Her eyes got big as she looked at it, she begged me not to do it, and I knew that from her voice that she wanted me to, but the words were something different. I wasn't really interested. She was going to do this, if she didn't like it then she could get the hell out. I told her to open her mouth. She shook her head, and I smiled at her as I told her that if she didn't I would slap her again. The memory of the last slap was still fresh in her mind and she dutifully opened her mouth. I pushed my cock in her mouth and she just knelt there with my cock in her mouth. I told her to suck, but she just knelt there. I leaned down and whispered to her, "You will suck it before I am finished with you, I guarantee it." She gave me a defiant look, but I just smiled as I put both hands into her hair and pushed hard. My cock quickly slid to the back of her throat then she gagged. When she gagged, it opened her throat and I pushed as had as I could and it slipped smoothly down her throat, until the few sparse hairs on my mound pressed into her nose. The look on her face was one of surprise and panic. As long as my cock was down her throat she couldn't breath, and I wasn't taking it out. I told her that I would take it out when she started sucking. Her eyes narrowed, but she started sucking. "I know that you can do better than that!" I said as I held her at the root of my cock. The panic was driving her actions and she began sucking as hard as she could. It felt wonderful as I slowly slipped it back up her throat and into her mouth. When it got into her mouth I heard her take a deep breath. As soon as she had a lung full of air, she stopped sucking again. I looked at her and said, "I can keep this up all night. You will gag and I will shove it down your throat. You will suck to get it out. Do we have to do it the hard way?" She thought about it for a minute then she started sucking and bobbing her head. I had seen her do this before. She used the same approach when she wanted dad to cum quickly. She wanted to get this over with quickly. I smiled at her. She didn't realize that she wasn't dealing with dad, and it wasn't unusual for me to stay hard through multiple orgasms. If I wasn't careful my cock would stay hard all night, even if I filled my rag over and over. I knew that dad couldn't do that, and just assumed that is was the fact that I was still young. I unbuttoned my coveralls and let them fall to the floor. I wasn't wearing a thing and mom studied my body from her vantage point. I leaned back and concentrated on the pleasure that she was giving me. She could do some wonderful things with that tongue of hers. It snaked and danced all over the head of my cock as she bobbed her head back and forth. She was good, and I could see why dad didn't last very long. I was soon thrusting into her mouth. Mom wrapped her hand around the middle of my cock, to stop me from plunging it down her throat when I got excited. I could tell that she knew what she was doing. I suddenly stiffened as I felt the fiery liquid shoot up my cock to her mouth. I tightened my grip on her hair and held her tight to my cock. After the first blast of hot cum, she realized that she would have to swallow or choke. I groaned out my pleasure as I filled her hot mouth with my scalding cum. Her small mouth and my fat cock, combined with my hands holding her head gave her little option. She swallowed every drop of my hot cum, and kept sucking until I had nothing left to give her. I looked down and saw that her eyes were closed and she had one hand buried in that forest of hair. I smiled as I eased the grip on her hair and slowly slid my cock out of her mouth. It came out with a pop, as she was still sucking until it popped out. Her eyes snapped open and I could tell that she was trying to understand what was happening and where she was. I didn't give her that opportunity. I easily lifted her up and put her on the bed. Her legs immediately snapped shut, as she remembered the situation. I smiled as I eased her down and then slid down her body. I knew the one thing that she could never resist. I began licking on her inner thigh and she groaned. Her legs separated a little as I licked my way up her thighs. By the time that I was at her pussy they were as far open as she could get them and she was panting like a runner sprinting over the finish line. Her pussy was already so wet that pussy juice was all over her upper thighs. I had to assume that some of that was caused from sucking my fat cock. I found that the smell was quite exciting to me, and I couldn't understand why dad had such a hard time with eating pussy. I felt like I would like to bathe in it. I dove in and started licking everywhere. Even though I didn't know what I was doing, as I had only watched it done before, it didn't take long to figure things out. Mom let out a squeak every time I did something that she liked. When I hit her little button, she wrapped her fingers in my hair, and clamped her legs shut around my head. I knew that this was something that she liked. It was when I was sucking on her little button that a memory of this floated though my mind. I had done this before, but I couldn't remember when or where, or even who. I kept licking and sucking mom's love button and the more that I did, the more I remembered. It was a cloudy day and I was sucking on somebody else's button, when suddenly there was a huge commotion. Suddenly everything fell into place. I had been sucking on mother's hard throbbing clit, just like I was now, when dad came in. It had started to rain and chased him out of the fields. He had a fit calling her all sorts of names that I didn't understand, but I understand them now. What I had seen at that time was that dad had beat mom, it wasn't through a crack in the wall, I was in the room. It wasn't over us kids; it was me that had caused the uproar. Dad had just found out that mom was using me for her own pleasure and he wasn't going to have any part of it. He called her an incest bitch, and a lot of other things that I didn't know. I couldn't understand what had happened. We had played this game a lot of times, and I liked it. But suddenly dad said that it was wrong and that mom was a bad woman for playing with me; especially with me. I felt like dad would rather have had anybody else playing the game with mom, except me. I was hurt that he didn't think that I was good enough to play with mom. Now I understand that he felt more betrayed by me than if it was anybody else. Now I understood many things. As I relieved my past with the understanding of an adult I listened to mom grunt her way through another orgasm. I knew that she could handle more, so I kept going, just like she taught me so many years ago. When she was close to another orgasm I quickly pulled my head out from between her legs. Her eyes snapped open as she tried to force my head back down. I smiled as I easily closed her legs together and rolled her over onto her knees. She was laying with her face on the bed and her ass up in the air. Her pussy gaped open like an open mouth. I crawled up between her spread legs and positioned my hard cock at the opening to her dripping pussy. She weakly protested, but I ignored her. In a single thrust I was buried to the bottom of her tight pussy. She let out a sigh of pleasure as I pounded her pussy hard and fast. I knew all of the common words for a woman's anatomy and I didn't feel the least bit inhibited from using any of them with mom. I felt that I had the upper hand on every level. I didn't feel the need for revenge, but I did want to posses every inch of her body, and I would make sure that she knew it. "Rub that fucking clit, you incest bitch." The words from her past had only a small effect on her. She only hesitated for a second before her fingers were rubbing and pulling on her hard protruding flesh. I smiled as she once again got close to her moment of ecstasy. When I was sure that she was about to plunge into heaven I gripped my hand in her hair and pulled my cock from her pussy. She was so close that she didn't even notice at first and I used those precious seconds to position my throbbing cock against her virgin asshole. It was winking as she started her orgasm. She suddenly realized what was happening, just as I pushed past the ring of muscles guarding her asshole. She screamed, "No, please take it out! I'll do anything else that you want, but please not there." It was the first time that she sounded honest the whole evening. But there was no way in hell that I was going to stop now. I gripped her shoulder with my other hand and shoved until I buried my hot cock in the depth of her bowels. She screamed and cried; as I started a slow in and out motion in her ass. I reached around and stroked her clit as I moved faster. Her ass was well lubed from her pussy juices that coated my cock, and soon it was sliding faster in her ass. She gave up trying to push me out, and as she relaxed she was suddenly seized with a massive orgasm. Her whole body twitched and shook and she was so tense that she couldn't even make a noise. I felt her muscles tighten and it drove my passion even higher as I plunged faster. Just when her muscles started to relax, I was able to plunge in all the way and I erupted in a shower of scalding spunk that coated her bowels, deep in her ass. Mom suddenly tensed again as her ass clinched again on my spurting cock. She was grunting and thrusting her ass back against me as she rode me to heaven again. Even though I never really considered my cock to be anything more than average, it felt much bigger than the nine or ten inches that it was. I had never had cause to measure it, but right now it felt like an easy foot long and I wouldn't have been surprised if it was even longer when I pulled it out of her tightly clinching ass. I allowed my softening cock to slip from her ass, and was not the least nit surprised to see a steady trickle of sperm follow it out. I collapsed on the bed pulling mom with me. She snuggled back against me as I put my arms around her. We were both panting as I felt my cock twitch again and wondered if she could stand up to another round. She was almost purring as she softly said, "I've never had anything up my ass before; and it hurt at first, but at the end I couldn't believe how hard it made me cum. It may take a little getting used to, but as long as it feels like that, you can fuck my ass anytime that you want." She giggled and then lay quietly, enjoying the afterglow of sex. I realized that she had started to try and control me, using her body, just like she did with dad. I knew that I had to end it now. "I will use your body any fucking time and place that I choose; and in any way that I choose. And anytime you don't like the arrangement, you know where the door is." It was a simple statement that I was the boss, and not some bull to be led around by his nose, or in this case by his cock. She turned to look at me and said, "I already said that I will do what you ask, and that I will let you use my body when you want. Why can't you be friendlier? You are still my son, you know?" She looked at me and waited for a response. I didn't have to think about it. "Let me explain the situation so that there will never be any misunderstanding. This is my house, and you are allowed to stay here as long as you do as you are told. You don't let me do a God Damn thing. I do what I please, and I will use you any way that I please. If I want pleasure from your body I will take it, and if I want to beat it black and blue then I'll do that too. As far as being my mother, yes I was born your son. But that is as far as it goes. You gave up your right to call me son a long time ago, when you taught me how to service you, all for your pleasure. You used me when and how you chose, with no consideration for my pleasure. And when you got caught doing it, you tried to say that it was all my fault, and that I did things to you against your will. "Her eyes were big and I could see the fear in her face. I smiled as I continued the attack, "So, now I am going to do exactly that, and whenever you feel that you don't like the situation, or I get tired of having you around I will strip your sorry ass naked, and throw you out the door. Where you go and what you do is totally up to you. I really don't give a shit any more. Now, do you completely understand your position in this house?" I looked at her and I could see the tears running down her face as she nodded her head. I felt nothing for her as I got up and grabbed her hair. I pulled her over to me and told her to open her mouth. She didn't hesitate as her mouth opened. I pushed my cock in as far as it would go. She gagged and I pushed it the rest of the way down, until my pubic hair was rubbing her nose. I didn't need to tell her to suck as she automatically began sucking. I slid my cock out of her mouth with a pop and pushed her back down to the bed. I looked at her as turned to leave the room. "Tomorrow you will get all of your things out of this room, and move mine in here. I don't care if you use my old room or not, but from now on this is my room. You will clean it, and keep it clean. The days of a free ride are over for you." I left the room and felt better than I had in a long time. Maybe I could get things back in order around here. I was heading back to my room, when a flicker of light caught my attention. I moved back and forth in the hallway until I saw it again. It was coming through one of the cracks in the wall of the girl's room. I knew that they had gone to bed hours before and moved a little closer to see what was going on. As I peered though the crack in the wall I could see that a small candle was sitting on the table between their beds. Mary and Millie were sitting up talking quietly. I would have never even known that they were even awake if it had not been for the candle. I was almost at the end of the room; I would have had to go into the parlor to be close enough to hear what they were saying. It was something about those old houses with single wood walls. If you wanted to keep a secret, then you never let it out of your mouth. I moved as quietly as I could into the parlor. I tried to keep to the beams so that the floor didn't squeak and give me away. When I got in the parlor it was easy to find a good place to look though, all I had to do was to look for the biggest amount of light that was on the end of the room. I quietly slipped up to the crack and as I got close I could just make out their voices. Mary was telling Millie what had happened with Sirus Hodge. Millie looked as repulsed as I had felt. She made a few disgusting noises and I knew that Mary thought them appropriate since she didn't tell her to stop. Mary explained the whole situation to Millie. I wasn't sure that she needed to know, but Millie seemed to grasp the idea and the situation pretty quick. I thought to myself, that she was growing up. Mary explained why she had done what she did and Millie understood and actually thanked her for her sacrifice to the family. I realized that I had not even done that, and I was proud of Millie. I was surprised when Mary told her of all the things that I had said to get prepared; Millie whistled and asked Mary where she thought that I learned all of that. Mary shrugged and told her that she didn't ask. She told her about the Sirus experience and what she had felt. I suspected that she had a hard time keeping her stomach, and I was right. Then she told Millie how I had taken her and cleaned her up, and just held her. Millie came over to Mary and they held each other. Their whispers got quieter, and it was hard to hear but I still managed to keep up with what was going on. I couldn't believe that Mary actually told Millie about what she said about loving me. I thought that Millie would have believed it to be repulsive, but her eyes got big and she said, "Do you mean that you really said that to him? You didn't chicken out or anything?" It was obvious that Millie already knew how Mary felt about me. I guessed that this was not the first time that they had talked like this; it was just the first time that I had found out about it. I still couldn't believe that Millie accepted it so easily. When Mary told her what I had answered, I was stunned at Millie's answer, "You lucky fucking bitch!" Millie hissed and I could see that both of them were smiling. When Mary told her about our kiss, and what I said Millie stopped her. "Just what do you think that I am made of? If you keep telling about this shit I'm gonna cum all over myself. God, I wish it had been me; you are so lucky. So, will you mind sharing him when some other girl comes along?" I was curious about this one myself, and waited to hear what she would say. "I never really thought that I would be able to take it. Not really, but seeing him with mom showed me that it really didn't bother me. I know that he still loves me, and knowing that makes it OK. I know that I will be able to share him with you, when the time comes." Millie actually shuddered when she told Mary that she couldn't wait until that day. Then she confused me again by asking Mary, "Do you think that they really did it, you know like all the way." Mary smiled at Millie and said, "We have heard those same sounds for years with mom and dad, what do you think that they were doing? Reading a book? For God's sake Millie, don't be so naive. Besides listening to them has made me hotter than hell; come here little sister." I watched and couldn't believe my eyes as I saw Millie melt into Mary's arms. They were kissing like old lovers, and I suddenly realized that was exactly what they were. I wondered how Mary was so talented at kissing, and now I knew. She probably had years of practice; and I watched as she got a little more. Their nightgowns disappeared in a flurry of movement. Then they were hotly kissing again. The flavor of the moment changed as I saw Mary push Millie's head lower. I held my breath as I watched Millie kiss and suck her way down Mary's sweet little body. She paused for a moment as she kissed and bit on Mary's hard nipples, and I saw Mary hold her head tightly against her breast. I knew that Millie must have been a real expert as she slowly worked her way until she was feasting on Mary's hot wet cunt. I could hear Millie sucking the fragrant juices. I heard Mary moan her pleasure softly as she bucked against Millie's talented mouth. Mary called to her and told her to turn around and I watched as they both settled into a familiar pattern. I knew that they had done this many times by the ease of which they got into position. There was no hesitation, or clumsy movements. Each move was well practiced of time and they started a mutual licking and sucking that had my cock hard and throbbing in seconds. I was less than a foot away and the sights and smells stirred my cock into a hard column of painful flesh. I knew that if I didn't leave here right now I was going to go in there and fuck them both. I didn't think that I was ready to cross that barrier just yet. As they thrashed in each other's arms I quietly moved away toward my room. It was hard to get up the next morning. Staying up late is not the best idea when you have to be up before dawn. I was moving slowly and I wasn't sure if I was going to make it up at all. When I looked down I saw that my cock was as hard as when I went to sleep. I smiled to myself as I said, "At least part of me made it up, on time." When the little joke was over I threw back the covers and forced myself out of bed. I had a lot to get done today, and it was only going to be a half of a day. The sun was just coming up as I made it into the fields. It was hard work and the morning moved slowly. I was just starting to get back in the swing of things when I noticed that it was almost noon. I sat and ate my lunch in the fields where I was working. I studied the fields and hoped for some rain, before getting back to work. When I checked my watch I found that I had worked almost half an hour past what I had planned. I cursed myself and collected my tools as I headed back to the house. I stopped to wash up at the rain barrel. We would have to fill it again from the pump, since I didn't see a cloud in sight. I dropped my overalls and quickly washed my hair and body. The cool water felt good as I rinsed off the soap. I grabbed a towel from the locker and ruffled it through my short hair, and then dried the rest of my body. I wrapped the towel around my waist as I headed to the back porch. As I entered the kitchen I could feel that the breeze had kept the house cool. It felt good to be out of the sun. Force of habit moved me to my old room. I found myself looking around at the room that I knew so well, but it looked different. I realized that mom's things were everywhere, and I remembered that I had told her to change rooms. I walked to the master bedroom and looked around. I saw mom was still cleaning, but that it looked good. It looked better than I had seen it in a long time. I walked to the closet and found that my clothes were hanging beside dads old clothes. I knew that I could wear dads as well as my own, and it would be a while before I would need to buy any new clothes. I dropped my towel and slipped on a clean pair of overalls. I selected a T-shirt and buttoned the straps. When I was finished I turned to leave and noticed mom watching me. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, and I realized that I didn't care. "We're going into town, get ready." It was a simple statement, but one that told her that it was not an option. When I got back in the kitchen I found Mary was there, she was working on dinner. I reminded her that we were going into town, and that she needed to make a list of what they would need from the store. She seemed confused for a minute, and then dashed off to decide what they would need. I went to get the truck, and bring it up to the house. It took a little coaxing to get it started as it hadn't been started in a while. Once it was running smoothly I drove it up to the back door. I left it running as I went in to get Mary and mom. They were sitting in the kitchen with mom calling out things that were needed and Mary writing them down. They both looked good and were ready for town. I stood waiting and in a couple of minutes they decided that they had gone over everything that they might need. I asked if they had included the things for the canning and they looked at me like I was an idiot. I concluded that it was a useless question, and headed for the truck. It was almost seven years old; it was a twenty-five Chevrolet that dad had bought last year. I knew where at least some of the money had gone to. The tractor out back answered for a little more, but I still couldn't figure out what he had done with so much money. The ride to town didn't take that long, since we didn't live that far out. It always seemed longer when you had to walk. Mary was sitting beside me, and mom was beside the other door. I went to the school and found that Millie was waiting outside. She was sitting with her head in her hands. I stopped the truck and went to see what the problem was. When Millie saw me she ran and jumped into my arms. I held her, with her little feet dangling in the air. I carried her back over to the steps and sat her down, before I asked what was wrong. I should have expected what I heard. The story about Mary was all over town. It seemed that Sirus Hodge was rather proud of himself, and couldn't wait to tell about his conquest. I understood when Millie told me that the kids had been saying all kinds of things about Mary, but I was surprised when she said that Mrs. Rogers had been just as bad as the kids. I felt the anger rising as I listened to some of the things that Millie told me. I stopped her and told her that I had the idea, and told her to wait in the truck. I said that I would be back in a few minutes. Mrs. Rogers was still in her classroom when I walked in. She got to her feet and backed away as I come toward her desk. When she was standing in the corner with nowhere else to go, she crouched down like a little girl. I stopped about two feet from her. My anger had both of my hands clinched in a fist. I made an effort to calm down and open both of my hands. "Listen to me bitch." Her head snapped up at the name and I could see a little fire of her own, but not enough to stand up and face me. "Millie tells me that you have had a good time today at both of my sister's expense. I always thought better of you than that, but I can see what type of woman that you are now. So I will tell you this only once. If I ever even hear that you have allowed one word of gossip, about my family to take place in this school, I will make sure that you will be teaching from a hospital bed." It was short and to the point, but I wanted to say a lot more, but I managed to control myself. Her eyes were now wide with fear, and I could tell that she wanted to say something, but her courage was lacking. I turned to walk away, but as I reached the door she found her voice. It was feeble and shaking, but it got stronger as she heard her own voice. "My husband won't stand for this!" I stopped and turned to face her again. She had gotten up, but she was still standing in the corner. I had seen her husband, he was a slight little man like Sirus Hodge, and I couldn't see him coming after me. I suspected that Mrs. Rogers wore the pants in that family, and her backbone wasn't that firm. I smiled at her, "If you'd like to go and call him, I will wait right here and put you both in adjoining beds." I watched as her eyes flicked around the room. I knew that she was looking for a way out. I shook my head, "I didn't think so. Just remember what I told you." I turned to go, and saw that the door had closed behind me as I came in. I took hold of the handle, but I didn't turn the knob as I put all the strength I had into one sudden push. My shoulder made contact for only a moment before the whole door ripped off of the hinges. It wasn't put together any better than the other door that I had opened this way. It had the same crack that ran from top to bottom, and this time I squeezed the sides together and heard a satisfying snap as the door folded in upon itself. I dropped the pieces without looking back as I turned to leave the school. I doubted that I would have any more trouble from anybody at the school. When we got into town I parked at the grocery store. It wasn't the largest building in town, but it was usually the busiest. I told the girls that I had to go down to the hardware store, and that I would join them inside in a few minutes. Mom looked concerned that I hadn't given her any money, like dad always did, but she wasn't going to bring up the subject either. I could tell that she was trying to retain as much 'mom authority' over the girls as she could. I smiled to myself and decided to end that tonight, as I moved off down the sidewalk. I hadn't gotten that far when I saw something that made my blood run cold. There was Jim Thompson, John Jones, Andy Wilson and the man of the hour; Sirus Hodge. I smiled as I came up to the little gathering. Jim had seen me coming, but Sirus had his back to me. I was towering over him when I stopped. Jim smiled and said, "Is that really what happened, Sirus? Did she really beg you to take her?" Sirus was laying it on thick as he told of Mary begging and groveling at his feet. Every word made my anger boil a little more, and I had a flash of snapping him in half like the door. I spoke softly, but the anger in my voice traveled easily to all of the men in the group, "Sirus Hodge, you are a fucking lair!" Sirus spun around and was looking at my chest. He jumped back almost a foot before he fell on his ass in front of everybody. I took a step forward and stood over him. I didn't want him getting up; I wanted him just like he was. There was fear in his face as he stared at me, and I knew that that if he got up I might kill him. He seemed to sense it as well and made no effort to get up. "So Sirus, you've been running your mouth all over town I see. And you say Mary was begging and groveling do you? I seem to remember a different story. Like the way that you had to blackmail us into selling Mary to keep the farm. And the way that little boys cock of yours could barely do the job in the first place, or maybe you forgot to tell them that the whole thing lasted less than fifteen seconds. Did you remember to tell them any of that Sirus? Or maybe you didn't tell them that you couldn't touch her body, and that she never made a sound, and just laid there waiting for it to be over. But at least she didn't have long to wait, did she Sirus?" As I stood over him he was blushing and his embarrassment turned to anger. I hoped that he would do something stupid, but I guess even in anger he wasn't totally stupid. He crawled away from me and I let him go, but I decided to finish it here and now, "You have the right to tell what happened, Sirus. You paid three thousand dollars for the privilege, but if I ever hear that you have lied about what happened again, I will snap you in half like an old twig. Consider well your next words, Sirus." He was grumbling and muttering as he jumped to his feet and ran. I watched him go with a small sense of satisfaction. I heard a commotion behind me, and as I turned I saw Mary running toward me with tears in her eyes and a young man following along behind taunting her. I stepped to the side as Mary passed and I swung a smooth blow right at the young mans nose. I hit him as firmly as I could without running the risk of killing him. His feet few in the air and his body went in the other direction; there was a resounding thud as he hit the ground. As he lay there with his face covered in blood, he slowly shook his head. As he looked up at me recognition slowly replaced the anger on his face. I took a step toward him and he was off like Sirus had been. Jim Thompson and his little group of friends were busy laughing. I turned to look at them when Jim held up his hands. "Woo, you aren't gonna get any trouble out of us. But you sure do put on a show. Hell, I would have paid good money to see that." I looked at him and decided that he was telling the truth. So I smiled at him as I put my arm around Mary's shoulder. "Well Jim, since you are willing to pay for the show, I think that I will ask for a price from you." His laughter fell and he looked at me seriously for a minute, then he smiled and said, "Well, if it is reasonable, I will pay for the entertainment that you have provided." I knew that Jim Thompson was a man of his word, regardless what else he might be his word was good. I looked Jim in the eye and said, "You know what happened now. Mary bought our farm out of Sirus Hodge's back pocket with the only thing that she had to offer. Mary is not a whore, or a cheap slut; it was a matter of put out, or get out. Mary did the only thing that she could for her family. She did the only thing that she could, and does she deserve to be treated like this?" I pointed to the trail of blood leading back down the street. Jim looked back down the street with a thoughtful expression on his face. He turned to me and there was no sign of humor on his face now, "You are right. What she did was a good thing, taking care of her family. I will be honored to set the story straight." Then he smiled a big smile and added, "And since it makes Sirus look like the asshole that he is, I will take great pleasure in straightening out everybody here 'bouts." I smiled and offered my hand, and he took it in a second. I was surprised to see that he was followed by John and Andy as well. I felt better as Mary and I made our way down to the hardware store. Mr. Reese, now owned the hardware store, and was also the president of the electric co-op. As we came up to the counter I could see that he had heard the story about Mary from the look that he gave her. I cleared my throat and when he looked in my face, he forgot whatever was on his mind. My fist on the counter might have had a little to do with it too, but we will never know. I told him that I was interested in getting electricity out to the farm. He went to get his books and papers. It took a few minutes to check where the power ran and the closest place to run it from. He told me that I would have to pay to have it ran to the farm. I guess that dad was right, it just wasn't worth the price. I was about to leave when Mr. Reese said that if I wanted to get a phone too, then the electric and the telephone companies could both split the costs and I wouldn't have to pay as much. I thought it over and asked how much a phone would cost every month. Mr. Reese checked his book and said that if I didn't make any long distance calls, I could get a party line for less than a dollar a month. I asked how much it would cost to get both of them run to the house. He had to go and call the phone company, but he was back shortly with a price of almost fifty dollars to get the electricity ran to the farm. Mr. Reese could see that I was considering it. It was a lot of money. "Tell you what I'll do, if you say yes right now; I'll have them start Monday morning and I'll even throw in an electric water pump, so you won't ever have to pump water again." I could tell that it wasn't that big of a deal, but even a dollar or two was saving money. I nodded, and Mr. Reese smiled a big smile as he started writing it all up. He said that we wouldn't have electricity for close to a week, as it took time to run the wires. I said that I understood, and that I was interested in some other electrical appliances. He had a big smile on his face as he walked me over to the catalogs. I found a number of things that I would have liked to get. But spending the money for most of them would have been stupid. He did show me something that I decided on as soon as I saw it, an indoor toilet. He showed me a hot water heater that ran on gas, and a bathtub. Since we already had gas it would be an easy installation. He explained that for the toilet we had to have a septic system installed, and pipes that would run out to it. It sounded like the outhouse without the building, but he assured me that it was more complicated than that. I wasn't sure about all of this, but he assured me that it wasn't too expensive. I had my doubts. He also showed me a new electric icebox, called a refrigerator, that didn't need ice. And it would cost less in electricity then what we now paid for the ice. Well, I was a little overwhelmed and I could see that Mary looked like she did at Christmas. I decided to get the refrigerator. We looked at sinks and radios and dishwashing machines and just about everything that you could imagine. When it was all said and done; we had a lot of work happening next week. Mr. Reese promised that by the end of the week he would have everything done. I looked at him and said that if it wasn't I would be here getting my money back. His smile disappeared, and he frowned for a minute but then he was all smiles again. We had ordered electricity, a new refrigerator, a hot water heater, an indoor toilet complete with septic system, and sinks in the kitchen and bathroom complete with all piping, and I broke down and ordered a radio. Mary tried to talk me into that dish washing machine, but I flat refused on that one. I told her that hot and cold running water in the kitchen and bathroom would have to be good enough, and she could just wash them herself. But even I couldn't hold up when she started on the clothes washing machine. She sounded like a salesman with all the things that it could do and how much time it would save all of us, and before I knew what happened I told her yes. I knew then that I would have to watch my step with her. Once Mr. Reese totaled it all up I found that it was over three hundred dollars, that's including the electric hookup charge. He asked me how much I would be able to pay each month, and I told him that I was going to pay it all now. He looked like he had just swallowed that dishwashing machine as he choked on his chewing tobacco. I took out the money that I had gotten from Sirus and counted the money out. I got a receipt for everything and before I left I reminded him that if there was anything not finished by next Friday, I would be paying him a visit on Saturday and collecting my money. I made sure that he understood that I would collect one way or the other. He swallowed a little more tobacco juice, but assumed me that it wouldn't be necessary. Mary looked happier than I had seen her in a month as we walked back down to the store. I asked her what happened, and she got quiet before she said that they had asked her to leave. They said that they didn't need the business of a woman like her. I smiled to myself as I thought about the manager. He was a big man, but soft and flabby. I wondered what he would say to me. When we got to the grocery store I open the door for Mary and she hesitated for a few seconds, but I nodded and she walked in. I saw that Mrs. Smith was in her usual position behind the counter. When she saw Mary she started to say something. Then she saw me, and instead she called to her husband. Mr. Smith was just as I remembered him, or he might have put on a few pounds. He came over and told us that Mary had to leave. I looked hard at him and asked him why. He said that it was his wife; she didn't want her in the store. I looked at him and saw the sweat forming on his brow. I looked him in the eye and said, "Well, you aren't going to throw Mary out without a fight from me. So if one of them has to go, I suggest that you pick the one that you have the best chance of success." I waited, ready to push my fist through his face as the first move. He looked to me, then his wife. I wasn't surprised when he went to his wife and started whispering. I didn't wait for the outcome, and gave Mary a gentle push and we were off in the store. We found mom and Millie quickly. Mom was barking orders and Millie was jumping through hoops for her. I smiled to myself as I decided on how I would put her back in her place tonight. After tonight I doubted that either of the girls would jump through hoops for her again. When mom saw me she got quiet, but I had already seen her in action. As they finished the shopping we heard a serious argument at the counter. I didn't know who won when it got quiet, but I didn't really care either. By the time that we got to the counter Mr. Smith was manning the register, and his wife was nowhere to be seen. He smiled a polite smile as we placed the food on the counter. I told Mary to watch the prices like a hawk and she nodded. After everything had been checked and bagged I paid Mr. Smith, and he waved a stock boy to carry things out. I leaned over the counter to Mr. Smith, "I don't know how much shit you had to eat on this. But if it helps you any; Andy Wilson said this afternoon that Mary was welcome in this store." I knew that Mr. Smith was the manager and his wife acted like she owned the place, but everybody knew that Andy Wilson owned this store as well as the feed and grain. Mr. Smith gave me a smile as he said thanks, and that it really was appreciated. I nodded as I left the store. When I got outside I was treated to Mrs. Smith stomping up and down in front of the store. She turned on Mary and called her a whore as loud as her voice could carry. I could see that it cut Mary to the core, and even Millie cringed. The stock boy was loading the groceries in the back of the truck and I noticed that he made a point of not looking up. I assumed that he had been on the other end of that mouth of hers at some point too. Before I realized what I was saying the words were in the air, just as loud as hers, "You are just jealous that nobody would buy that ugly, fat ass of yours." She turned on me with her fists raised and I laughed at her. She spat, "Well as least I'm not a whore." I looked her in the eye with a smile and told her, "Nope, you're no whore. You couldn't give that ass away, little on charge for it. If you spread you legs, ice cubes would fall; you frigid bitch." She stood and trembled with rage. I saw Mary and Millie giggling and even noticed the stock boy snickering as he worked. Mom had a smile on her face and I assumed that Mrs. Smith was not the most liked woman in town, but her position of lord of the store protected her against a lot of things. She stomped past me and back into the store. I took a quarter out of my pocket and as the stock boy passed I flipped the quarter into the air. He caught it deftly and his eyes got big, when he saw what it was. I told him, "Make sure that everybody in town hears about what happened." He had a smile on his face when he told me that he would have done that without the quarter. I smiled back and said, "Yea, I know you would, but I don't want them to forget about it anytime soon." He assured me that it would be the talk of the town for as long as he could get anybody to listen. I was just about to get in the truck when Jack Rainer, the sheriff pulled up. He waved as he walked over. I knew that there were a number of reasons that he might be looking for me, and could only guess which one brought him. I waited until he told me that I was responsible for a door at the school, and that Mrs. Rogers had told him everything that I had said. I nodded and told him that the door was stuck and it must have been broken already, it certainly wasn't the first door that had gotten stuck at the school. And as far as what I had said, I asked him if he would have put it any other way himself. He shook his head and said that it might be that the door was broken and that he would report that it was the reason that it broke, but as far as his choice of words, that was a different matter. He shook his head and said, "Look Mr. Rogers, over at the bank, really is a nice kind of guy and to say that you would put them in adjoining beds seems a little cruel, even to me. But to threaten to beat a woman I have to do something about that." I looked at him and nodded, "Look. Maybe I shouldn't have threatened to put her in the hospital. But we both know what this is all about; I can't just let her call both of my sisters' names all day in front of all the kids in this town. That isn't right either." Jack looked at me hard and asked if that was the truth, did she really call both of the girls' names all day? I pointed to Millie in the back of the truck and told him to ask her. Before he could even ask, Millie was shaking her head that it was true. Jack nodded and told me to just relax and not do anything stupid and that he thought that he could get everything worked out. He turned to leave, but suddenly turned back to me. "One last thing there Jason; what about that kid that you beat on the street today?" I told him what happened and asked if he would have done anything different. He looked at me and said, "Well I might have done the same thing that you did, but I am sure that I wouldn't have broke his nose and knocked out four teeth with one punch. Tell me something Jason, Are you planning on coming to town this weekend?" I said that I hadn't planned to, as there was work to be done on the farm. He said that he was glad, because when I came to town it made his life considerably harder. I shrugged and smiled and Jack smiled as he got back into his police cruiser. I had told Mary that she could tell Millie and mom about the electricity, but not about the other things. I figured that it would be a surprise as each one happened. Mary smiled when I told her, but she nodded. Dinner was good that evening, and I got a chance to rest a little while mom and the girls cooked. Mary was getting pretty good at cooking, and I was proud of her. The talk at the table was all about electricity, and electric lights. I did let them know that I had bought a radio, and suddenly the excitement of radio filled the air. I let it all go until it died on its own. After dinner we were sitting at the table and just talking when mom started in on the girls; giving orders and making them hop around doing things for her. She blushed when she looked at me and I decided that now was the time to put an end to this. This morning she stopped before I got home, then at the store she waited until I saw what was going on, and now it was while I was in the room. She was testing to see how far she could go, and I decided that she had gone far enough. I leaned over the table and calmly slapped mom right out of her chair. Both girls froze as mom's ass hit the floor. I looked at them and said that there were a few things that they needed to know and that the first was that mom was no longer in charge of this house. I was in charge, and I decided who did what and when. They looked at each other and I saw a smile cross their faces. It seemed that mom wasn't a favorite of theirs either. I assumed that when nobody else was around she was a lot more vicious than I assumed. I told them the story of when I was little and what happened when dad found out, and now it was my turn. Millie exclaimed that mom made them do that too. I was shocked to hear that the girls were the ones providing mom's pleasure, but it suddenly made sense that they were such experienced lovers. I looked at Mary and saw that her head was down and she wouldn't look at me. I asked her if mom used her too, and she nodded that she did. I asked her when the last time was, and Mary said the she had been taking care of mom every day since dad died, whenever they were alone. I shook my head; I couldn't believe that I had been so stupid that I couldn't see it. So many things made sense now. There were so many little things that I had seen and heard, and never put together until this very second. I lifted Mary's face to meet mine, and asked her why she hid her face. She had tears on her face when she said that she was sure that I wouldn't love her any more now that I knew. I leaned close to her ear, where only she could hear me and said, "I didn't know about mom, but I did know about you and Millie. And I do still love you." Her eyes got big as she looked at my face. She searched for any sign that I was lying before she said, "You mean that it isn't disgusting to you? You aren't repulsed by what we are doing?" I smiled at her and said just loud enough for both of them to hear me, "The only thing that I find disgusting is the fact that you don't have any choice in the matter. Mom forced you to serve her when and how she wanted, and nothing else mattered to her except her own pleasure. Now what they did together when mom wasn't around I found very exciting, and was more than tempted to join them, except then I wouldn't be any better then mom." Mary wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me tight, and I found that Millie was on the other side squeezing me just as tight. Mary whispered in my ear, "You can join us any time you want. We both love you, and want you to be with us. It's you that both of us have always wanted. Neither of us ever wants any other man in our lives. Just ask Millie, if you don't believe me." Before I could even think of what she was talking about Millie was whispering in my other ear, "It is true, please believe us, we only want you. We will love you forever, I swear it." I had to work to get free of the two of them. They felt like a pair of leeches, sucking everything out of me. I wasn't sure that I could even stand up any more. My head was swimming as I looked down at them and they were in each others arms, hold and kissing each other. As I watched them I suddenly realized that love and sexual gratification had been part of their lives for a long time, but it had always come from inside the family. They had never experienced anything outside the family, and probably couldn't trust anybody else with their secrets. I realized that what they had said was true. I was the only person that they felt that they could ever love, or trust. Each thing that they did added to their secrets, and who would understand their secrets? If they kept them hidden, how could they ever love somebody that they couldn't trust? If they told their secrets, and the person rejected them, they would never trust anybody again. So it was me or nothing. And for better or worse, as they say that was probably how it would always be. I turned to look at the woman sitting on the floor. She was the cause of all of this. My anger blossomed to fill me completely. There wasn't anything too vile for this bitch, and I was determined that I would make her pay for what she had done to these two beautiful girls. My left hand grabbed her hair on the top of her head, and my right shot out with all the force that I could find in me. The crack of the slap sounded like a gunshot as it echoed throughout the room. The girls were suddenly quiet, as they sat stunned. Mom was also stunned but for a totally different reason. Her eyes rattled in her head and slowly came to rest on my face. She saw the anger, and fear shot through her. There was no mistaking the reason as my hand came slowly to her throat. My big hand closed around her throat and my fingers almost touched as I wrapped them around it. It would have been so easy to just squeeze, but that would have been too easy. A scream from behind me made me look to see that both Millie and Mary were hanging from my body trying to stop me. I realized that they though that I was going to kill the bitch here and now. I smiled at them and told them to let go. They weren't sure about it, but they knew that they couldn't stop me if I wanted to kill her. They both let go of me and dropped to the floor. I looked at mom and said, "If you don't have your clothes off before I count to three I swear that I will snap you're fucking neck, just like a chicken." I didn't have to repeat myself as her hands move like lightening. Her clothes were all over the floor before I said two, as she stood just on the tip toes, without a stitch on her body. I opened my hand and dropped her to the floor. I looked at the girls and told them to get their clothes off. Both of them had fear in their faces, but I believe that they knew that I wouldn't hurt them. It was only mother that my anger was directed at. I pushed the table to the other side of the room, it bounced a couple of times but it stayed on its legs. I put two of the chairs facing each other, with three feet between them. I told each of the girls to get into a chair. I grabbed mother by the hair and pushed her down onto her knees between the chairs. I pointed to Mary's pussy and told her, "Start eating, bitch. And when you finish there you have another one waiting." Mom made a face and I had to push her head down to Mary's pussy. I thought it strange that she could force so many other people to do this, yet she herself found it distasteful. I smiled at her as she tried to get away. I hit her on the head a few times, and she accepted the situation and stuck out her tongue. It took a couple more swats to get her into the task properly. Once she was hard at her task, I went over to the stove. Sitting beside the stove I picked out two long wooden cook spoons with a leather thong attached to the end. I put the thong on each of the girl's wrist. I told them if she stops, for even a second, use the spoons on her. We had all been on the wrong end of those spoons and we knew the pain that they could cause. I told mother that she had better stay hard at work, until I got back. I added that if she gave the girls any trouble at all, I would use the razor strop on her when I got back. She groaned as I turned to leave. I saw the joy in the girls faces as I walked out the kitchen door. I unlocked the tool shed and went inside. I lit a lantern and set about looking for the things that I would need. When I had gotten everything together, I set about fashioning the instruments of mother's next adventure. ------- Chapter 3 I chose an old bridle that dad had intended to throw away, as the damages were just too extensive to mess with repairing. We had spare buckles in a bin, and shortly before dad had died he had gotten a leather brad set. It was easy to patch leather when you used it. I cut the leather in what I guessed was the proper length and set out fastening additional strips and buckles. When I was finished I admired my handiwork. I went over and picked an old axe that I had never seen anybody use, for as long as I could remember. I cut two feet off of the handle, and worked to fasten straps to the ends. It took some time to make things secure; so that I was sure that they wouldn't loosen up over time. When I was finished I checked everything over again. Yes, I was as ready as I was ever going to get. I picked up my newly formed devices and turned off the lantern. As I locked the shed I had a pure evil grin on my face. When I went back into the kitchen I saw that mom was still eating pussy but, she didn't have much enthusiasm for the job. Her back and ass were covered with round red welts where the spoons had made an impression on her. She was busy on Millie at the moment and suddenly Mary lashed out with the spoon and mom attacked Millie's pussy with a newfound energy. Mary looked at me and said, "She started to slow down after the first half hour, and we have to keep reminding her to do a good job." I could see that the girls liked the change of positions. It was the first time that they ever had mom's head between their legs, and it was time to pay her back for a lifetime of pussy eating. When Millie came with a long silent shudder I watched as mom cleaned her pussy cream up. She was about to start on Mary again when I called a halt to the game. The girls both looked disappointed, but mom looked relieved. I looked at my watch and saw that she had been at it for about an hour and a half. I knew that her jaws must be tired, but I didn't feel any pity for her. I told her to stand up, and as she did I could see that her own pussy was soaked. I guess that she had found something exciting in the process after all. I didn't care if she got off or not, but it would make it easier to accomplish my next humiliation. She looked fearfully at the mass of leather and wood, but I told her to raise her arms. She hesitated until I raised my hand then they shot up as high as she could get them. I put the long strap around her waist and buckled it securely. Then I took one arm down and fastened her wrist to the strap. I buckled it tightly, so that she wouldn't be able to get free, and then repeated the process with the other arm. I stood back to look, and was pleased that both of her wrists were securely fastened to her sides. She couldn't get herself loose without help. I ordered her to turn around. When she was facing away from me, I told her to get down on her knees. She quickly dropped to her knees. I grabbed a handful of hair and used it to gently lower her head to the floor. With her hands attached to her sides, it was the only way that it could be done. I then told her to spread her legs. I watched as she worked her legs apart. When I was sure that they were more than two feet apart, I told her to stop. I leaned down and placed the two feet of axe handle between her knees and used the straps on the ends to securely fasten it in place. There was one final strap that ran from the waist belt to the axe handle, one quick flick and the buckle held the strap tightly. I stood and surveyed my work. I had to admit that she looked good like that. Her glistening pussy was gaping open and you could see the pink folds inside. The girls both looked at me curiously, but I just smiled and raised my finger to my lips, in the universal symbol of silence. They both nodded as I turned to leave the house. I was back in the kitchen in less than a minute and both girls gasped as my plan became obvious. I raised my finger again, but it was unnecessary as mother had already heard and seen my plan. She screamed as she saw old Blue the hound dog trotting by my side. She couldn't get up and she couldn't move. She even tried to turn herself over but with her legs spread that far she didn't have a chance. I smiled at her feeble attempts. She couldn't go forward to get on her stomach, but she could lean back and get her pussy close to the floor. She figured this out quickly and was in that position then the razor strop landed firmly on her exposed ass. She yelped and shot back up. When she realized that she was once again exposed to blue's attack she dropped down. The razor strop connected with the other cheek bringing a screech of pain. Two more connections with her ass and she decided to stay up. She was begging more than I had ever heard her, and I threatened to gag her if her mouth didn't stop. She sniveled and cried, but she stopped begging. I looked at the girls and saw that the initial shock had worn off and they both looked on, with a look of glee on their faces. They had been through more than I had, so I handed Millie Blue's leash. She stared at it for only a second before her face lit up, and she led Blue to mom's defenseless ass. I told Mary to go make sure that Blue found his mark and she nodded happily and raced to mom's side. We had all seen old Blue fuck any bitch that got close enough to the yard, and expected him to just jump up and have a go, but he seemed unsure about what was going on. Millie kept trying to pull him on top of mom, but he fought it with everything that he had. It suddenly struck me that we were going about this the wrong way. We couldn't force him to fuck her; he had to want to fuck her. I stopped Millie's efforts and she was sweating a little from those efforts. I moved Blue's nose until it was right in line with mom's pussy and when I spread her inner lips the blast of hot pussy hit him right in the nose. He might not know what we were trying to do, but he knew what a hot pussy smelled like. He stuck his node right in there and mom squealed again. Her squeal died in her throat when she felt his tongue flash out, and licked inside her hot box farther than any tongue had ever been. I could see her eyes get big when he started to cover her whole pussy with long swipes from that wide tongue. It was everywhere at the same time, then it was inside her; then it was back on her little clit and she couldn't stop herself as a moan escaped her throat. Millie stared in wonder as she said, "She really likes it; getting worked over by a fucking dog!" I smiled at her and pointed out that a tongue is a tongue, regardless of who owns it, and she shouldn't be too hard on her. I had to remind them that she didn't have a lot of choice in the matter. They nodded as they watched Blue working mom over like a bitch in heat, and realized that it was exactly what she was. Mary wasn't ready when Blue mounted mom, but she quickly recovered and moved him into position. He buried his cock in a single thrust and then there was a terrific pounding. He fucked mom so hard that even with Blue holding on to her hips, she still slid a little ways across the floor. It was about a minute after he got started that mom started to scream and buck against him. We all smiled as we watched Blue's knot swell and seal them together. It didn't take long to realize that mom was far from upset about the whole thing as she started to give us a blow by blow account of the whole thing. She described Blue's knot swelling as it got so big that it was stretching her pussy in the most wonderful way, and it was touching places in the pussy that had never been touched. We watched her shake violently through one orgasm after another. In between them she kept telling us about the things that she was feeling. "Oh my God; he's been squirting me full of his doggie-cum since he first started and he still hasn't stopped. I have so much in me that I feel my tummy is swelling." We all had to get down and look, and sure enough her tummy had a bulge and it was getting larger. Each of her orgasms got louder than the last and it was even affecting the girls. Both of them were frantically rubbing their pussy and I knew that if my cock had been out I would have been stroking it too. We noticed that Blue had stopped fucking and was just standing there. Then he started to pull out, but his knot was still holding him. Mom's eyes snapped open as she said, "Oh my God, now he's trying to pull out. It feels like that knot is as big as a baseball." She suddenly went into a massive convulsion, but she didn't stop as her body was wracked by continuous orgasm after orgasm, and it didn't look like it was going to end anytime soon. We watched as Blue put more and more pressure on mom's cunt, and mom just kept riding the orgasm express. I didn't know who would give first, but I did know how it would end. There was only one way that it could end. Mary and Millie had some massive orgasms or their own just watching mom, but hers were without question bigger than anything the girls experienced. It was about five minutes later that Blue popped out of mom's pussy. She screamed and fainted. We saw the knot as it swung below his body, and mom was right it did look about the size of a baseball. When it came out there was a river that shot out of mom's pussy and then it was dribbling down both her legs. Mary checked, but she didn't find any damage to mom's pussy. I leaned down and slapped her face lightly until she began to come around. She looked at us and blushed hotly, but she couldn't hide the smile that was on her face. I smiled back at her, one way or the other I was going to win this. I knew the one thing that mom hated, and I knew that no matter now much she might have enjoyed her fuck I still had an ace left to play. I gave her the bad news, "Unless you want to sleep like that, you better get started cleaning that floor up. I will not let you loose until you have licked up every fucking drop on the floor." Mom made a disgusted look and I smiled. I knew that she hated the taste of cum, and avoided a blowjob every chance she got. I had taken great pleasure forcing it down her throat the previous night and now she would lick dog cum off the floor. Or she would sleep in it and lick it up tomorrow. I turned her around and explained her options. She gave me another disgusted look, but set about to clean the floor. She was right, old Blue really had dumped a serious load, and now she got to enjoy it a second time. We sat and made comments the whole time that mom's tongue licked the floor; it was made twice as difficult by the face that she had to spend most of her time on her cheek. She tried to roll her head around so that she was resting on her forehead, but her nose stopped her tongue form reaching the floor. It was quite a chore, but it only took her about an hour. Blue was starting to take an interest in mom's ass again, and she begged us not to let him at her again. I asked her why, and she was humiliated to admit that the only reason was the cleanup was too hard. I asked her if she would rather suck him off. She didn't have to think about it. She said that she would suck him off if we would stop him from mounting her again. I told Millie to get the leash and pull him away. Blue seemed really unhappy about the whole thing. I told Mary to help me and we had mom free in a matter of seconds. I told her that if she shorted Blue in any way I would put her back in the harness and personally strap him to her all night long. She shivered and swore that she would do a first class job. I told her to work on her back, from under him. I really hoped that he would manage to force his knot into her mouth, but there was no such luck. Mom managed to hold him back the whole time until she sucked every drop of doggie cum out of his overworked balls. When mom was finished I showed her the last of my inventions. This was a collar. It was secured with a padlock. She looked at it hard, until I locked it around her neck. I then told her to be still as I buckled the hand restraints back around her waist, and secured her wrists in the straps. When she was securely fastened I told her, "From now on you will wear this collar. I am the only one that can take it off. You will wear the belt until I think that you can be trusted. You see you can't even touch your pussy while you wear that, and from now on we will decide when your pussy will get touched. The only cock that you are going to get in your pussy will be old Blue's cock. So you had better be real nice to Blue. Your purpose in life is to please us, in any way or place that we choose. Oh yes, there is one other thing too. We will take you to the outhouse and clean you up afterwards. We wouldn't want you to be tempted to touch yourself, now would we?" There were tears in mom's eyes as she got the bad news. I fastened a leash to the collar and gave it to Mary. "Why don't you take the bitch out, so that we can call it a night?" Mary took the leash and led mom to the outhouse. We were waiting for her in mom's room when they got back and I fastened the leash to the headboard. She couldn't move more that a few inches in any direction as she lay down to go to sleep. As we turned to leave the room, I asked the girls, "Would you two like to sleep with me tonight?" There were squeals of joy as both of them said that they would love to. I glanced back over my shoulder at mom and saw the frustration in her face as we left the room. I knew that she would hear everything that went on tonight, and she wouldn't even be able to touch her own pussy. I didn't bother to close the doors; I hoped that every sound traveled throughout the whole house. When we got to the bedroom the girls turned and attacked me. I was the only one still wearing clothes. Not that you can count a pair of coveralls and a T-shirt as all that much clothes. They didn't last long as the girls worked together like a well oiled machine, and I was stripped before we made it to the bed. I tumbled on the bed taking both the girls with me, as they giggled and squealed loudly. They had their hands all over me, and I had to admit that I liked the attention. I watched as they both took turns trying to get my cock in their mouths and as far down the shaft was they could. They learned that it wasn't as easy as they had anticipated as they gagged and tried again. It didn't take very long before Millie gave up. Mary kept at it until her eyes were watering and she was constantly gagging. I lifted her head and looked into her watery eyes, "Don't worry about it, nothing has to happen tonight." She snorted and was going to try it again when I told her, "I would rather watch you two right now." She blinked a few times, and then she got a big smile on her face. Before she could say anything she was knocked over as Millie tackled her, with her lips seeking out Mary's. I moved over to watch as they wrestled very energetically. They really let themselves go. It was the first time that they didn't have to keep quiet, and they really gave me an ear full. There were moans and squeals and grunts as I watched them go from kissing each other, to turning around and sucking each others hot little pussies. My cock was so hard that I thought that it might shoot off if I touched it. I knew that if I didn't cool off a little I would shoot all over the girls before I even tried to fuck one of them. I quietly slipped off the bed and they didn't notice me leaving. I probably could have left the room with a brass band, and they wouldn't have noticed. As I walked past mom's room I looked in. She had her eyes closed tightly and I could see that her hands were opening and closing. She was busy rubbing her legs together and it looked like she might actually manage to get off after all. I smiled as I went into the kitchen and moved the table back where it belonged and generally cleaned up. As I turned out the lantern I picked up the home made leg spreader and headed for mom's room. She was getting close when I roughly pulled her legs apart. I fastened the spreader between her legs as she groaned her disappointment. My cock was still rock hard and I decided to take the edge off a little. I loosened her leash and pulled her head to the side of the bed. I smiled as I said, "Open up bitch." She didn't hesitate for a second as her mouth flew open. I fed her all of my cock, and she didn't gag once. I figured that either she was getting better, or she was so horny that she could swallow me whole. I didn't care either way; it felt good and that was all that was important. I fucked her face hard and fast while I held her hair in my hands. It didn't take long before I felt my cum racing up my hard shaft. I buried my cock all the way down her throat, and pumped my entire load straight to her stomach. As the last spurts dribbled out I pulled back and left a trail across her gasping face. I didn't wipe it off as I pulled her leash back into position and fastened it back into place. She looked at me in desperation, but I only smiled and left the room. The girls were still engaged in a serious workout when I walked quietly into the room. They were rolling all over the bed. First Millie was on top, and then Mary was. Since they looked so much alike it was difficult to tell them apart in the dim light. I was surprised to see that Mary was looking me straight in the eye. When she knew that I was watching she stuck her finger in her mouth, and then she plunged it all the way up Millie's hot little asshole. Millie squeaked before she suddenly started to bounce and buck against Mary's tight grip. I could tell that this was something special between them and not something that they usually shared. Millie was deep in the throws of her orgasm and didn't even notice when Mary swung around out of her grasp. I noticed and moved up behind Mary and grabbed her hips. She looked over her shoulder and I didn't see any fear in her face as I positioned my hard cock against her tiny little pussy. It stretched almost as far as I thought that it could go before the head popped in. Mary let out a gasp as it slid in, but I didn't hear anything that sounded like pain. I started a slow in and out motion, with each stroke getting deeper than the last. I didn't have to worry about her virginity, as I slid deeper into the hot clasping wetness that I was sure would never let my cock go. It felt like she had a strangle hold on me. If it hadn't been so wet I would never have been able to move it again. It would have gotten stuck there with no chance of moving, without taking off all of the skin. I was glad that it was wet and I speeded up the motion and sank deeper, until I felt her ass plow into my stomach. Then I began a hard steady pounding, griping her hips firmly. I pushed and pulled her on and off of my cock faster and faster. I opened my eyes to see her rocking forward and back on her arms. She suddenly shoved back as hard as she could and her body dropped to the bed. She lay there gasping for air as her hips continued to buck up and down. I looked to see Millie frantically fingering her own pussy as she stared wide eyed at Mary. Her face was contorted in a mask of emotions, ranging from pain to extreme pleasure. I knew that Millie was right there with Mary as she bucked out her own pleasure. When I couldn't stand to stay still any longer I began a slow sawing motion again. Mary groaned as she looked back at me. She got back to her hands and began driving with me toward another big climax. This time as she pounded harder and faster I was right with her pulling and pushing her toward my own explosion. I sensed that she was on the verge as I pounded into her and then it hit. My back stiffened as I pulled her roughly back to me. I shoved as much hard cock as I could get into her hot clasping hole. The first spurt of spunk felt like boiling lava as it went up my hard shaft. It squirted with so much force that I was sure that I had done some damage to Mary's insides. But if Mary was going to die she was determined that it would be from pleasure. As the first fiery blast hit, she yelled as loud as she could, "Oh yes! Give it to me! Fuck me hard, you beautiful bastard!" I was shocked at her language, but I gave her the best that I could. I pounded her as hard as I could, as my sperm continued to erupt deep in her tight cunt. Mary suddenly fell forward, slipping my still hard cock out of her tight clasping cunt. The last feeble spurt landed in the crack of her ass. I didn't think that I could stay up any longer either and fell to the side. As I lay gasping for air I noticed that Millie had dived between Mary's open legs and was busy sucking and licking everything that she could find. I knew that this was a new taste for her, but she sure seemed to like it. I watched as she finished with Mary and made her way to me. She glanced at my face then dove down to suck my whole soft cock into her hot mouth. Since my cock was soft she didn't have any problems at all. That changed quickly with her hot little tongue dancing around my cock, as she tried to suck the life out of me. What she got was a hotly throbbing cock that expanded so quickly that she wasn't prepared when it almost shot down her throat. She suddenly found that she had all of my hard cock in her mouth, and didn't know what to do about it. I could see her starting to panic and held her head tightly. I slowly eased my cock back out of her throat and into her mouth. When she could breath again she calmed down. She continued to suck as it slid out of her mouth. She grinned at me as she said, "Wow, I didn't know you could do that." I wasn't sure what part she was talking about so I just smiled and nodded. She giggled again, as she shyly asked, "Is it my turn now?" I considered it. She was almost as big as Mary, not more than an inch difference and she weighed as much. I had often seen then wearing each others clothes. But when I looked at her little cunt, I could see that she was not as developed there. She showed no signs of the maturing curves, and her little tits were just hard pointed nipples. I wasn't sure that she could handle me and I actually wished that I was as small as Sirus Hodge at that moment. A man with a big cock has a lot more problems looking for a place that can hold it, than a little man. Millie could see that I wasn't in any hurry to ravage her body and she started to pout. It only further convinced me that I didn't think that she was ready for what I could give her. I looked to see Mary watching me from where she was resting on the bed. She nodded and I realized that she knew much better than I did what Millie could take. I nodded back to her and looked at Millie, "We can try it, and see what happens." She was all over me in a second. Hugging and kissing me. I could tell that the girls had been kissing each other a long time, when Millie slipped her tongue in and out of my mouth so fast that I didn't even know it was there, before it was gone again. She had hold of my cock and was roughly jerking me off. As I stopped her I realized that she knew just about everything about the female body, but she didn't have a clue about how to handle a man. I had to explain that she had to handle it the same way that she would a woman's tits or pussy, as it was just as sensitive. She looked down at it in wonder and her next grasp was more tentative. I found that it didn't take her long to get the hang of things. She was an exceptionally fast study. Before long she was frustrated with waiting for me to make a move and tried to pull me on top of her. I laughed at her attempts, as it only served to make her more determined. I didn't think that she had a chance with her ninety six pounds trying to move my two hundred and fifty pounds. I sure was wrong when she grabbed hold of my cock and started to pull, I was right behind it. I found that when she had her hands on my cock, I was going to follow her anywhere. I made a mental note right then; be very careful when your cock was hanging out, who you laughed at. I found myself pulled between her delicate little legs. When she had me between her legs she let me go with a proud look on her face. I smiled at her; she deserved to be proud. She had earned it. I reached down to find that her little pussy was so wet that she had caused a puddle on the bed underneath her. I guessed that she was as ready as she was ever going to get. I positioned my hard cock at the entrance of her hot little hole and told her, "Last chance. Sure that you want to go through with this?" She didn't look very confident now, but she spread her legs as far as they would go and nodded her head. When she was opening her self up and nodding to me I had lined up my cock with her little pussy and put the head right at the opening. When she nodded, I shoved as hard as I could and the head popped in the tight ring guarding her little cunt. She was so stretched that her inner cunt lips had vanished. Her eyes got big and I could see the water forming in her eyes. I asked if she wanted me to take it out, and she shook her head and gritted her teeth. I nodded and started a slow in and out motion. It was a slow job, but she did start to loosen up. As her body got accustomed to the presence of my cock, I could feel her relax under me. I began to feel my cock slip deeper on each stroke and knew that she was relaxing nicely. She was even starting to buck up against me when I looked into her eyes and shoved as hard as I could. It felt like it did last night when I popped mom's ass for the first time. I guess that all first times are about the same. The look of surprise was quickly replaced by one of pain as she let out a loud scream. My cock hit bottom and I stopped feeling the exquisite clenching of her tight pussy around my fat cock. I stayed there waiting for her to get accustomed to the sensations, and hoping the pain would go away. Mary was at her head, soothing her and cooing in her ear. They kissed and held on to each other as I leaned there on my arms. I felt like an uninvited guest at a tea party. As long as it seemed to me, it couldn't have been more than a minute or two, before she was telling me that it was much better now. I slowly slid my cock in and out of her watching for any signs of pain. I could tell that she was waiting for the same thing. After a few slow and easy strokes, she looked at me and said that. "It's OK now. You can go ahead and really fuck me." I could tell that it was the last thing on her mind, but she thought that the way I fucked Mary was the normal way that men fucked. Plow and shove as hard and deep as they could. I had to admit that doing it that way felt really great, but I also knew that a soft and gentle fuck felt really good too. I only increased the speed slightly, but kept up a slow and steady rhythm. It wasn't long before she was matching my every thrust with one of her own. I couldn't get all of my cock into her tight little hole, but I enjoyed that every stroke ended with my cock bumping against the back of her pussy. She had wrapped her legs around mine and as she bucked against me I could tell that my cock was scraping against her swollen little clit. She moaned, groaned or squeaked with every thrust that I made. I was moving faster now and her head was flopping from side to side. She started to babble as random words come out of her mouth, but then they were replaced with a chanting of, "Fuck Me!" She said it with each stroke of my cock and she got louder the faster that I went. I was bumping each stroke against the back of her pussy and when I could feel my cum boiling in my balls I pushed harder and faster, and she got louder. As I felt my cum start the long trip up my hard cock I pushed in as hard as I could and suddenly something give and I was buried to the hilt in her tight pussy. Millie's eyes shot open and she suddenly screamed out her orgasm. I didn't figure that I had hurt her if she was having an orgasm. I squirted my scalding cum and every spurt drove her into another gut clinching spasm of orgasmic bliss. I felt a fiery ring of muscles clinch and spasm around the head of my cock and even thought I didn't have a clue what it was, it sure felt good as I continued to blast away. I grunted as the last spurt dribbled from my overused cock. I felt it going soft almost immediately. It shrank and slid out of the grasp of the tight ring of muscles. As I sat back on my legs it slowly pulled from her tight grasp. Millie gave a groan of disappointment as it slipped from her thoroughly fucked little cunt. Mary was there to hold and comfort her, but Millie waved her away. I guessed that it had more to do with who you fucked the first time, more than the actual process. Millie just laid back and rubbed and massaged her sore pussy. As I watched Millie, I felt Mary's mouth slip over my soft cock and start sucking. I watched as she cleaned off every spot of our combined juices. I nodded to the bed and they both looked to see the dark pink stain on the sheets. Millie smiled and said that she wanted to keep the sheet, for the rest of her life. Mary and I looked at each other and shrugged. ------- Chapter 4 The next morning I sent Millie in to get mom. When they got back mom seemed to be a little stiff in the legs, but overall I thought that from her looks she must have had a hard night. She was a little grouchy, so Mary shoved mom down to her knees and made her eat pussy until she got in a better mood. I drank coffee waiting for the morning's activities to end. Once mom was properly motivated; I told Millie to take her out the outhouse so that mom could get ready for a new day. A Saturday on a farm is just like any other day, but in our little family it meant that Millie wasn't in school, and we had another worker for the farm. I told Mary that the apples had to be picked. The orchard had been my responsibility until dad died. Now I needed to be back in the fields, so Mary inherited the job. I picked up mom's dress, from the previous night that was lying across the back of a chair and pitched it to Mary. I told her that we needed to get moving. We left the house and headed to the barn to harness up Roger. He was a four year old that Millie had named, and he loved the orchard duty. He never got full of the stray apples, and he pulled the wagon that would bring the apples back to the house. On our way to the barn we were surprised to see Mom on her knees, with old Blue up on top of her plowing away at her ass. Millie stood beside her, holding the leash. We walked up to see Millie busy with her fingers stroking her own pussy as mom grunted out her satisfaction. I had to admit that it was exciting to watch mom on her knees in the middle of the back yard, with Blue fucking her silly. I asked Millie what happened, and she told me, "Blue was waiting when we came out of the outhouse. Mom ran this far before Blue jumped on her and she went down. Then he was on her in a second. I didn't know what else to do, so I just watched." I nodded. I was sure that mom needed the action after last night, but I was going to make her ask for it. I squatted down next to her head, and asked her, "Well mom, do you want me to pull Blue off of you?" I watched as her eyes rolled around and tried to focus on me. When she didn't answer I said, "If you don't tell me, I will pull him off and we can get to work." She spat out the words angrily, "No Damn it! Leave him alone." I smiled and told her, "Well if you want me to leave him, you had better ask nicer than that." She groaned her humiliation, but she found the words, "Please, let him finish! It's the only pleasure that you have left me." I knew that the words hurt to say, but I smiled anyway. I reached down and unbuckled the wrist straps and set her hands free. She was up on her hands in a second; thrusting back at Blue like a woman possessed, with her tongue hanging out panting. Mary and I made our way to the barn and I got Roger harnessed up and hooked up to the wagon while Mary loaded it with bushel baskets. When we pulled the wagon back out in the yard we could see that mom was just cleaning Blues cock off. I guessed that Millie had wanted the job done right. I called to them as I jumped down from the wagon. It was just starting to get light and I needed to be in the fields. I told Mary to keep a close eye on mom, and to keep her in line. She smiled at me and I could tell that she would make it a personal responsibility. I shook my head as I headed to the fields. It was another long day, but the work went quickly. It wouldn't be long before we would have to harvest and start planting again. Now was the worst time for the birds and I could see that they were already getting started on the crops. I spent the afternoon putting up scarecrows in the fields. When we were kids we loved to make the scarecrows, but as an adult I thought it was time consuming and boring, but it was another of the thousand jobs that needed to be done. I was back at the house before the girls and started the dinner. I wasn't as good of a cook as they were, but I knew how to fix more things than most men. When I heard the wagon rolling in I went out to help them unload. Even though the wagon was almost full, I knew that there was quite a few more days work out there. From the looks of mom they had worked her pretty hard. I wasn't sure that she could even stand on her own, once we got all the baskets unloaded. The girls didn't complain about dinner, they were just happy that they didn't have to cook it. Once dinner was over I told them to boil some water and bring in the washtub. I could tell that we all needed a bath. There were groans of disappointment, but they all knew the truth. I helped them get everything setup and hooked up the hose from the pump that reached to the Washtub. I pumped the water as the girls poured in the hot water. It looked good as I stripped and slipped in the water. I washed my hair and body in record time so that the water didn't cool too much. Mary was next and Millie followed. Mom was last, something that she had never done. She wasn't impressed being at the end of the line, and Millie took great pleasure in taking her time. She had been there all her life, and she found that revenge was a sweet dish. The only thing that made it tolerable was the hot water rinse, once you were out of the tub. I always loved that more than anything else. I noticed that we had all changed a lot over the last couple of days, as we sat in the kitchen without any clothes on. We were comfortable with each other, and we didn't feel the need to hide ourselves. The only irritation was Blue, baying at the back door. It really started to get on my nerves, so I finally let him in. Mom didn't even flinch as she dropped to her knees. Blue didn't waste a minute as he slid his cock deep in her pussy and started a hard machine gun humping. They were tied together and mom was grunting through her first orgasm even before Mary sat on my hard cock. We started a slow sensual fuck watching mom bang her ass back against Blue. I wondered where she found the energy to fuck like that. Millie surprised us both when she laid down in front of mom and pulled her head down to suck her pussy while Blue blasted her through another orgasm. A couple of hours later found us all asleep; me between the girls and mom securely fastened to her bed, with the spreader securely in place. The next week was a blur of activity. There were men digging a septic system that turned out to be a cement barrel, with a hole in the bottom. I spent a day building a new pantry on the other end of the kitchen. Once I was finished, we moved everything out of the old pantry and I ripped out all of the shelves. I thought it was more than large enough to be a bathroom. I found out that the new bathtub as a lot heaver than I thought and they had to put supports under the house. I talked the septic crew out of some cement blocks to do the support with. Well, in truth I did some talking, but I think it was more the cold cider that got the blocks. But however it happened I was pleased when the new tub was sitting in the pantry. The bathtub, sink and toilet made the whole room gleam white. I closed the door and even locked it. When the girls came back from the orchard I could tell that they were curious, but I told them that they would have to wait. The next day was the plumbers. Mr. Reese sent the electric water pump with them and as the day wore on; the hot water heater showed up. I was amazed at how fast they could get everything together. I was firm in the fact that I wanted a manual bypass for the electric pump, in case the electricity went off. They grumbled; but that kept the old hand pump in the system, just in case. A few glasses of cider and they were happy again. I sure was glad that we had the orchard. Wednesday was a big day. The Septic guys came back and finished up the piping and covered everything back up. The plumbers finished their work and disappeared even faster, but the electricians were a different matter. They were busy running wires all over the house. They always wanted to know where I wanted something. A switch here a socket there and the fuse-box on that wall. It was so confusing that I was sure that nothing was going to work, but they assured me that it was all very simple. When I found out that light bulbs weren't included, I almost had a fit. I told them that they better find Mr. Reese before I did. On Thursday, one of the electricians showed up with a box of light bulbs, and a few spares, just in case. I could see the electric crew working down the road, but I didn't think that they would be at the house by the next day. The Electrician looked out at the crew and nodded, that they would be finished easily. I shrugged and accepted his opinion. The rest of the day I watched the electric crew get closer and closer. I saw that they went a long way between each pole that they set in the ground. I could see that the electrician was probably right. As usual for the week I fixed the dinner and had it waiting when the girls got home. They said that there wasn't much left to do in the orchard, but I told them that when they got finished they would have to work their way back up to get the ones that they had missed. I knew that job too well, and I knew that there was a lot that got missed the first time. They grumbled, but they nodded. The apples from the first few days all went into the big barrels for cider. After this week I didn't complain about having good cold cider on hand. Friday was the big day. It was well before noon when the electric crew made their way into the yard. Old Blue started his barking, but he gave up quickly. I thought it was strange and when I looked I saw that he was back lying down in his favorite spot, in the shade of the barn. He seemed to spend a lot of time sleeping these days, and it suddenly struck me that mom was wearing him out. As I thought about it I had seen her fucking him silly morning and night; sometimes twice at a time. I was surprised that he could still get it up. It was a short time later that one of the electricians got there, and another man. He was busy running wires and looking this way and that. I watched him closer than anybody else that had been there. And then they were just waiting for the electricity to be connected. They finished the last pole, that was in the yard and then the connections to the house only took a few minutes. The electrician checked everything out a final time and threw the switch. The electric water pump started to hum. He flipped a switch and the room filled with light. They had electricity in the school, and most of the businesses in town already had electricity, but this was in my house and I grimed. He grinned back at me. It was then that I heard a telephone ring; it was a long ring and then two short rings. I looked to see that the other man was the telephone man. He had run his wires into the parlor, and I understood now that he had been checking the wire length to see how far the phone needed to reach in all directions. I smiled to myself; I wasn't very trusting these days. The electrician picked up the telephone and called Mr. Reese and said that everything was all checked out and working fine. The electric crew had already disappeared by the time the phone-man finished explaining my ring and the little phone book. He explained what the operator did and what she couldn't do and most of it I already knew, but it was still interesting. I think that it was more because it was mine than anything else. I watched him drive back toward town, and saw that a big truck was coming up the road. I watched it pull into the yard and then back up to the kitchen door. I could see a big icebox on it and knew that I had not done a thing to get ready for it. I rushed back inside and started pulling everything out of the icebox. The block of ice in the other side was almost gone and I put it in the new kitchen sink. The food was all on the table when the men came in the house. I pointed to the old icebox and they grabbed it and hauled it out the door. In less then five minutes there was a new electric refrigerator sitting in its place. They plugged it in and it started to hum. I found that most electrical things hummed. They explained the selector switch on the back and the drain hose that ran underneath. I was amazed at the spiral coil on the top and thought that it looked more like a still than anything else. They laughed and said that I was right, but it sure did work well. The washing machine fit into a niche off of the bathroom. I found that I didn't think of it as a pantry, once the bathtub and toilet were in there. I thought it strange how a person thinks about things. The radio stood almost to my chest, and I had them put it in the parlor. The parlor had been the least used room in the house, but now I could see us sitting in there every night. I had to sign some delivery papers, and as they were getting ready to leave I told them to deliver a message to Mr. Reese, "Tell him that he did a good job." They waved as they left. I kicked myself and ran to the hot water heater. They had told me not to light it until the water filled the tank. I lit it and waited. Once it was hot I felt the outside of the tank. It had a porcelain cover over the tank and it was warm to the touch, but not hot. I thought that it would be safe and turned on the water in the sink. There was an ungodly racket and the water rumbled through the pipes. It stopped when the water sputtered and splashed out of the faucet. I remember that they told me something about air in the lines. I went to every one of the faucets and turned on the water, until it started to come out. Then I watched as I filled the sink in a matter of minutes with hot water. I was excited, and knew that my life had just changed. I hoped that I would always find changes as exciting as this; I didn't want to end up like my dad, afraid of anything new. When the girls got home I helped them unload the wagon, and put Roger back in the corral. When we went inside Mary asked if everything was finished and I couldn't help a big smile on my face as I told her that it was, and that it was all very exciting. She giggled and told me that she had a terrible time not saying anything all week. We walked arm in arm as we caught up to Millie and mom. Blue was busy trying to mount mom, but I stopped her. She looked disappointed, but I told her that she had to eat her dinner first. Both the girls laughed, and even mom smiled at that. When we got inside they spotted the refrigerator first thing. I showed them how it worked and that it even made ice. They were very impressed. I then opened the door to the new bathroom. Even though Mary knew what was there, she was still staring just as hard as Millie and mom. I turned the faucet and they watched as steam rose from the sink. I pointed to the tub and said that from now on everybody went first. We could now take a bath anytime that we wanted. I showed them the shower sprayer and how it worked and when the shock wore off they all crowded around to play with it them selves. I watched as the excitement built and when it was dying down I showed them the clothes washing machine. They all stood and stared in awe. I couldn't get as worked up by the machine as I did for the bathtub, but I guessed that it was more of a woman thing. They all knew how to use a telephone; I think that they were just proud to have one in their own house. I knew that feeling myself. The radio on the other hand was very impressive, and the girls wanted to turn it on right away, but I said that we needed to eat our dinner before it got cold. There would be time after dinner for all of the things that they wanted to do. I was right. After dinner I could be found on one end of a nice hot tub of water, and Mary was on the other end. We laughed as we turned on the hot water to heat it back up of the third time. We had washed each other's hair and soaped each other's bodies more than once. The novelty of the experience made us both giggle with happiness. The showering experience was like standing in a hot spring rain, and we luxuriated in the feeling; at least until the hot water started to get cold. I said that we would have to wait until it got hot again, before we could do that again. We smiled as we got out of the tub as the water swirled around the drain and was gone. We were still excited about the tub, when we went to find Millie perched on the edge of a chair listening to the radio. We listened for a minute and could tell that it was a murder mystery of some kind. She really seemed to be involved in the story. We looked to see mom lying naked on the floor, on her side. She was stroking Blue's cock. Obviously she was trying to get it hard, and from the obscene amount of drool leaking from her pussy it wasn't the first time either. As I sat on the sofa, Mary snuggled up close by my side and I put my arm around her. Mom looked up at me and said, "Son? Can we get another dog, Blue seems to be getting a little old?" Even Millie looked away from her radio program to stare at mom. She looked around at our faces, staring at her and blushed. She said, "OK! I admit it! I like a dog's hard pounding fuck. I like the way that he feels inside me, and I even like the way that he tastes. You can call me whatever that you want, but I like it." She didn't look at us, but kept her head down seemingly intent on trying to get Blue hard again. I looked at the girls and they each looked back. I didn't see any looks of disgust on their faces. Actually I thought that they liked watching mom fuck the dog. I think that it made them feel better knowing that she was on a leash herself. "I don't see anything wrong with getting another dog, but I don't think that Blue will be very happy about sharing anything around here. Including you, mom." Mom looked at me and I could see that she was happy. I think that it was the first time that I had seen her really happy in years. Since she was in such a good mood, and had obviously come to terms with her new life, I decided to ask her, "Mom why didn't dad stop what you were doing with the girls, he must have known?" Mom looked at me hard for a long time, and then she answered, "He did know. He even told me to do it." As the words floated through the air I could see the girls stiffen up, and we all waited for her to continue. "He would never have said a thing if he had caught me fucking you. But to think that a son of his was being used for pleasure by a woman was unforgivable. He only thought women were good to have babies, clean and wash, and a man's personal pleasure. He said that if I ever touched you again, he would kill me, but if I wanted to use the girls; he didn't care. He said that they weren't any good for anything else anyway." As she finished the statements I didn't doubt that dad had said it. I never thought that he would feel about his own daughters like that, but I had heard him say many times that women were only good for one thing. I could see him saying those very words to mom. The girls looked to me and I nodded that I believed her. The girls didn't look happy, but accepted it too. I had to admit that I didn't feel as hostile toward mom as I did, but I thought even less of dad then ever. As I working in the fields the next morning, I realized that before dad had died I got to sleep in on Saturday morning. Oh well, life is like that. And now here I was trying to figure out the best place to get another dog for mom, without having to explain too much about the reasons. Suddenly, I had another idea. I thought about it all morning, and by lunchtime I had decided to give it a try. I had even decided that I would need a partner, and had decided on Andy Wilson, if he was interested. When I got back to the house I found the girls busy as beavers canning and preserving apples. Mom was busy with Apple Jelly and I knew that they would be at it all day easily. I was surprised to see that they were working on laundry at the same time. I hoped that they didn't wear out that clothes washer in the first month. I called Andy Wilson and it took a while to catch him at home. It took even longer to find a time on the party line to be able to use it. I realized that if you have an emergency, you had better not expect those women to stop their gossip for anything short of death. I was lucky to find Andy, when the phone line wasn't busy. I arranged to meet him at the café in town in thirty minutes. Before I hung up the phone I heard at least four clicks on the phone. I could only guess how many people would be speculating on what was going on this afternoon. I was drinking a cup of coffee when Andy showed up. We chatted for a few minutes before I told him what was on my mind. He stared at me for a long time before he asked if I was serious. I assured him that I was completely serious. He had a thousand questions and I had an answer for all of them. He was still shaking his head when he agreed to be a part of the plan. He suggested that we take a drive and check out which of his houses that we would need. It was the third one that I liked. It was on the edge of town, and not a two story house. It was just about right. I told Andy what we would need, and he made a list. After we finished walking through the house, and making a list I added another item. I told Andy that I wanted two watch dogs; one for the back and one for the front. He said that he would bring in a couple, but I told him that I wanted to pick them out, as Millie would have to handle them. He nodded and said that we could go now. Andy had a large selection of watch dogs; he had a reputation for the best dogs in the county. When I looked them over, I believed that he had earned his reputation. I picked Rex and Toby; they were the biggest and meanest looking dogs that I saw. He smiled at my choices. He said that I had a good eye, and that they were favorites of his. He brought them out of their pens and showed me the commands to control the dogs. Most of it was pretty simple. The attack words were different for each dog, and he told me that every dog had its own word. When I watched them attack the training dummy I was impressed. I still didn't think that the dogs could take me in a fight, but I knew that I would get chewed up a bit, if it ever came to that. I told Andy that I wanted to take the dogs and the dummy with me so that I could train the girls on how to use them. He said that it would be a good idea, and we threw the dummy in the back of the truck. Once Rex and Toby were secured in the back I started for the truck, but Andy stopped me. He reminded me that we hadn't discussed the percentage split and that he wanted fifty percent. I shook my head, and reminded him that I could just rent the house and buy the dogs. That didn't rate a fifty-fifty split. He smiled and tried sixty-forty. I offered a seventy-thirty, and he arranged everything with Jack. He smiled and said he would handle all trouble that might show up, and any expenses, but that was a sixty-forty split. I smiled and held out my hand. He said that he would call me when things were ready, as he wanted to get things running by Monday night. I warned him that the party line made getting calls through a real bitch, and he scoffed at me. He said that he would have that fixed before morning. I waved as I drove away, with Rex and Toby in the back of the truck. Mom was almost beside herself when she saw Rex and Toby, but Blue was not the least bit happy, and set out barking and raising hell. Rex and Toby picked up the challenge and soon we couldn't hear each other from a foot away. I pointed to Blue and it took Mary and Millie both to drag him to the barn, and to chain him up. By the time that they got back the other two had settled down and were ready to get out and explore. Before I released them I explained how to handle the dogs and the commands. The girls paid strict attention to the commands, and I took out the dummy. It was as big as a man, and weighed as much as they did. I released the dogs and made them go over every command, until they could handle the dogs no matter what was going on. Millie wasn't prepared when I threw the dummy on her, but she remember to give the attach command. Rex tore at the dummy and did his best to get it off of Millie. It was a lot harder with Millie holding on to it. But Rex finally succeeded. Millie called him back and he obediently trotted to her side. Mary was prepared when I attacked her with the dummy and got a good grip. Toby had a hell of a time getting the dummy off of Mary, and was panting when she called him back. They were both tired when I suggested that the girls give them a cool bowl of water in the house. I smiled at mom and said, "I imagine that mom wants to teach them a couple of new commands, that they will probably enjoy learning." Mom had a big smile, and both the girls snickered, but we all headed inside. Mom was dancing ahead of us alike a school girl. When we got inside I had to tell mom that this was an after dinner event, and she looked crestfallen. We all knew how bad she wanted to try out the dogs, but they needed a short rest as well. I pointed out that we needed to feed them, and Blue too. So we all ate our dinner, and it was no surprise when mom finished first and just sat there fidgeting in her chair. I got tired of watching her and pulled her under the table to suck me off, while I finished my dinner. I never thought that eating could be such a chore, but the end of that meal was really difficult. Millie and Mary kept watching under the table at mom as she swallowed my cock down her throat with each suck, and slowly dragging it out. I could see the appreciation on their faces, for her skill. As I sat and drank my coffee after finishing dinner I blasted a load of cream in mom's mouth. She didn't let a drop hit the floor, and smiled sweetly at everybody when she sat back in her chair. Mom and the girls burst out laughing, but I didn't get the joke. I figured it was another of those women things. I suggested that we handle the dogs one at a time, and left Toby in the kitchen. Mom had pussy drool half way to her knees by the time that she was in position, in the parlor. It took both of the girls to get Rex in the right position, but once he got his tongue on mom's pussy, he was interested. Millie was jerking him off, but every time he tried to mount mom, he just ended up humping her leg. It was a slow process that took a while before he was in the right position. But once he was there, a few strokes from Millie's hand had him humping mom's ass. His fat cock slipped out of its sheath and it went smoothly up mom's hole, with a little guidance from Mary. We all watched as he felt the tight wet opening engulf his cock, and suddenly he was fucking mom so hard and fast that her squeals sounded like a machine gun. We knew when his knot swelled as mom went absolutely nuts. She was humping back and growling, and she had an orgasm that didn't stop. She was bucking and jerking all over the parlor floor, and Rex was hanging on the best that he could. The more that I watched, the less sure I was as to who was fucking whom. I suggested that we bring in Toby, so that he could get the idea of what we wanted him to do, and Mary went to get him. I noticed that Millie was too excited watching mom to even have heard what I had said. When Toby got in the room he watched with a growing excitement. The smells in that room had his cock sticking up, and Mary was having a hard time holding him back. Millie dropped down and started to jack him off, but I stopped her. I pointed out that if he got too excited that mom would never be able to get him in. Millie looked disappointed, and I wondered if she wanted to be down on the floor with mom. I asked her, just loud enough for her to hear, and she looked in my eyes and said, "Not yet. I'm not ready yet." I knew then that one day she would be right there on the floor with mom. I told Mary about it and she just nodded. She told me that all the times the she had sucked mom's pussy, she enjoyed the taste and the action itself, but she could never forget that mom was forcing her to do it. Millie, on the other hand never gave that a second thought. She enjoyed everything and didn't care if she was told to do it or not. Mary said that it was probably the fact that Millie started younger than she did, and everybody was always telling her what to do anyways. I nodded and then another thought came to mind. I reminded Mary that Millie would even admit to things that she didn't do, just so she didn't miss out on anything. She might just want to do it so she wasn't missing out. Mary nodded, but it was all guesswork in the end. When Rex slipped out of mom's dripping cunt, she was there sucking everything that she could get out of it. She kept at it until his cock slid all the way back into his furry sheath. Even before mom got turned back around, Mary let go of Toby and he was buried all the way up mom's pussy in an unmerciful attack on her ass. She grunted and moaned as he plowed his way deep in her cunt. But she never complained. We all sat and watched as mom serviced the dogs. Watching Toby had Rex ready to go again, and he was prancing around and yapping and whining as Toby and mom were locked together. She was screaming through one orgasm after the other. I found that she was making more noise every time that she got fucked. I suspected that the orgasms were getting stronger with each one. Mary was busy trying to copy moms' earlier feats on my cock, with Millie lying beneath her, feasting her hot dripping box. I could sit and watch mom getting fucked by Toby, and still see Mary's head bobbing up and down on my cock as well as Millie's busy fingers in her own soggy pussy. I heard Millie yelp when Rex wandered over and licked her pussy for her, but she didn't make a move to push him away. I wondered if it was going to happen sooner than I thought. Mom was lying on the floor resting; both of the dogs were curled up sleeping and I didn't blame them a bit. Mom had taken on Rex three times and Toby got in her twice. I got the feeling that mom liked Rex better. He seemed to look at her with true love in his eyes and she petted and cooed over him, something that she didn't do with Toby. Toby just saw mom as a useful fuck, and that was how he treated her. The girls were both on the sofa, Mary was lying down with her head in my lap, and Millie was leaning against the arm of the sofa. We were all tired. I called to mom to get her attention. As she looked up at me I could see appreciation written all over her face. I hoped that it stayed that way. I told her that starting Monday she was going to go to work. Her eyes got big and her mouth dropped open. Both the girls bolted upright and everybody was hanging on my next words. I cleared my throat and told mom, "Starting Monday, you are going to be the town whore." I could see the disbelief on her face, but as she looked at my face she could tell that I was serious. I watched as mom thought things over. The girls started to say something, but I raised my hand to quiet them. My concentration was on mom. I watched as she looked around the room, then she looked at her own pussy. With out realizing what she was doing, she suddenly scooped up a finger of pussy drool and put it in her mouth. As she looked up at me, with her finger still in her mouth, I could see that she was smiling. I smiled back; the worst part was over. I explained that Millie was going to handle the business end and collect money. I wanted to keep mom busy. Since mom wasn't complaining Millie agreed to go along with things, but she said that she flatly would not go back to school, if mom was going to be the town whore. I couldn't argue with that and told her that if that was what she wanted, then her school days were over. Mom suddenly voiced her only real concern, "What if nobody wants me?" I could see that it would really hurt her ego to believe that nobody in town would want to fuck her. I smiled at her, and said, "I don't think that is possible, but even if it does happen, all of us will love you. And no matter what else happens, I will always make sure that you have plenty of dogs." Mom looked at me with a big smile. I knew that no matter how it turned out, she would still have that smile on her face. I added a final order to the situation, "One last thing. I don't care what you have to do, or who you do it with. You can put on the best act in the world, but if I even think that you had an orgasm with any of the customers I will whip your ass with the razor strop until you can't sit for a week. That is reserved for only the dogs, have you got that?" she looked at me with a sly smile and nodded, then she blew me a kiss and laid back down with her head resting on Rex's body. I knew that this was going to get interesting. It was the middle of the afternoon when the phone started ringing. It was just one long ring after another. I didn't know who had that ring pattern, but I finally answered it just to make it stop. The man on the other end wanted to know if my name was Jason Dunn, and I was surprised, but answered that it was. He told me that I now had a private line and gave me the new number. I was shocked that Andy could get anything like this done on a Sunday, but I was more concerned about the price. Mr. Reese had said that this was expensive, and I didn't want to go broke paying telephone bills. I called Andy and told him that I was concerned about the price of the private line and he just laughed and said not to worry. I would still be charged for a party line, it was more of a personal favor from the men at the telephone company. I was relieved, and told him that everything was all set and that Monday night was going to be opening night. I heard him laugh on the other end when he said that he already knew of fifty men that were ready to beat each other to death to go first. I hung up the phone had went to tell mom the news. She walked around the rest of the day like a queen, even though she never had a stitch of clothes on the whole time. I hung around the house the first night, just to make sure that everything stayed quiet. We had Rex in the front and Toby in the back, and I was inside making sure that everybody got the idea that Millie was in charge and arguing with her was a bad idea. One loud mouth went out the front door flying. He landed about six feet past the steps, squarely on his stomach and chest. Rex was trying to get to him, but he stumbled outside the picket fence and down the block gasping for air. After that it was pretty quiet and there weren't any argument on pricing either. After the last man left, mom demanded Rex be brought to her room. I heard her scream her orgasms within minutes of Rex sinking his hard cock deep in her pussy. We let Toby in and they both worked her over for almost an hour. When the dogs were finished for the night mom came out to sit with us and talk. She had hard night and I could tell that she needed a little support. I held her as she sat on my lap. I soon regretted it when I found that my leg was soaked with dog cum and pussy drool. Mom laughed when I complained. It was a good natured laugh and I could see that she was embarrassed, but she didn't want to leave my arms either. So I endured the wet leg and we talked about her first night on the job. Once mom found out that we really didn't hate her for being the town whore she really relaxed a lot. She admitted that it was the first time that she had been happy in a very long time. She loved the attention and the sex, but she told me that I never had to worry about her coming with any of the customers. She said that it excited her, but they all had little dicks, or they came to fast, or they were just repulsive and suggested a different price for the really ugly one; like an ugly tax. I tried to suppress a laugh, but suggested that she do them from behind so she didn't have to look at them. She giggled and said that the boss was always right, and fuck the customers. I laughed at that myself. I then sent Mom and Millie to bed and locked up to head home. Mary was waiting up for me, but we went right to sleep that night. The next day I had a telephone installed and told Andy that we needed to put some decent plumbing in that place. He was reluctant, but I insisted. Mom and Millie were extremely happy when they had an indoor toilet and a bathtub. Mom ended every night with a long soak in the tub. She said that she was sleeping better than she ever had in her life. Most of the summer past that way; mom got a good part of most people's harvest money, even if the wife never found out about it. I would show up after closing time and collect the money and make sure that they were locked up tight. On the few occasions that I didn't show up, I wasn't worried. Rex and Toby would tear apart anybody that thought they were an easy target. With the money that mom was bringing in I couldn't see a reason to plant a new crop of corn. Mary and I had almost killed our selves trying to harvest it alone, and as it turned out the government was paying better than anybody else for the crops. The food relief paid almost double what the market was offering. I never would have known about it, but Andy told me when I complained about the prices. We found out that staying up late was easy when you didn't have to get up and be in the fields at sunrise. It was early in the fall when we got a telephone call from Millie. She said that we should come up the house quick. We didn't know that was happening and Mary and I barreled into town. When we got to the house we found the door locked and a sign saying 'closed'. I had a bad feeling when I knocked on the door. We noticed Andy peek out the window and then the door slid open. I didn't know what to expect, but I never expected to see Millie and mom on the parlor floor locked in a sixty-nine pussy sucking session, while two fully clothed men sat on the sofa and watched. I could see that they had on real nice suits that probably cost more than the farm, and they had a bottle of expensive booze that they passed back and forth. When they noticed me one of them reached into his jacket, but the other one touched his arm and his hand came out empty. I got the idea that these were some bad men. I looked at Andy and he was looking nervous. I pulled him aside and he explained that he did business with these men, in Chicago. As they were in town they asked about the local action. So he brought them here. They ran everybody out and paid Millie for the trouble. I got the idea that what they paid was a lot more than we would have ever taken in, and Andy said that Millie had put two hundred dollars in the desk. I whistled as I looked at them again. I asked how this came about, and he told me that they never fucked the locals, they just watched. They liked the see the unusual, and when they found out that Millie was mom's daughter that paid an extra hundred to watch them eat each other. Andy was still nervous when he said that I could keep all the money from these men, as long as I didn't piss them off. I got the idea that they could make Andy's life a living hell, or send him there if they wanted to. I nodded and said, "It's OK with me, as long as they don't force anybody to do anything, or hurt anybody." Andy's body relaxed and I could see the look of relief on his face. He assured me that they never forced anybody to do anything. As far as hurting somebody, well only if it was necessary as they didn't need trouble. I nodded to show that I understood. I got an idea and walked into the room. The one man reached into his jacket again, but Andy waved to them and once again his hand came out empty. I could tell that the older man was the one in charge. He was sitting with the bottle in his hand. He was starting to look bored. I asked, "Andy tells me that you enjoy seeing the unusual, is that right?" The older man looked me over and I felt that by the time that he finished he knew my shoe size. He slowly nodded his head and said, "I pay well for it. I have seen many mother and daughters, as well as sons. She is much better looking than most of the whores that we see. But I grow bored watching the same old thing." I smiled and asked if he wanted to see something really unusual. He looked at me with a different expression then smiled and nodded. I turned to face mom and Millie and ordered Millie to come to me. They disentangled and Millie came over to me smiling and panting with excitement. I quietly told her to go and get Rex. Her eyes got big and she smiled as she took off to get Rex. I walked over to mom and leaned down to whisper to her, "Well mom, are you ready to show these men how dirty that you really are?" She looked at me with a confused expression, so I continued, "Are you ready to fuck Rex in front of strangers?" She instantly understood and nodded her head. The grin on her face told me more than any words that she could say. Andy tensed as Millie brought Rex into the room. He knew what Rex was capable of, but he didn't know what new tricks that mom had taught him. The younger man noticed Andy's reaction and once again reached in his coat. I smiled at the older man and he touched his arm again. I nodded to them as Millie brought Rex into the room. Mom made a real show of wiggling her ass and crawling around the room. As Rex saw mom he almost broke out of Millie's grasp. She could barely hold him back. He was whining and barking. When mom was facing the men again I nodded to Millie and she let Rex loose. He attacked mom in a flash, but she was ready for him. He mounted her in a single powerful thrust and buried his cock to the bottom. There were three collective gasps in the room. And suddenly the older man was no longer bored. There was no way that anybody in the room could have mistaken the look on mom's face as she threw her head back and squealed her excitement. They knew that this was no act for their amusement, but she was truly excited about what she was doing. She started telling them everything that was happening. She told them about the swelling of his knot in her pussy and how it stretched her almost to the breaking point. Then she told them about the constant squirting of his hot, sticky doggie cum. I saw that both of them had their cocks in their hands and were busy stroking toward an orgasm of their own. Even Andy was seriously affected, but he stopped short of pulling his own cock out. I realized that I had seen this so many times that when I was interested in something else, it didn't even affect me anymore. Millie didn't seem to have the same reaction as she was once again unashamedly fingering her wet hole toward a massive explosion. When mom launched into a series of gut wrenching orgasms it was just too much for the two men and they quickly stood up and fired their hot sticky cum all over mom's face. She sucked in what was close to her mouth and fingers raked in the rest. They were both wasted then and fell back onto the sofa. When Rex calmed down and was trying to pull free I had another idea. This was mom's favorite part of the whole dog fucking experience, and over the months her pussy had become extremely strong as she held the dog's knots from getting away form her. I leaded down and whispered, "Are you ready for a real surprise now?" Mom looked at me with an evil grin as she said, "God son, I don't know if I will ever stop coming now." I smiled to her and blew her a kiss, as I reached down and grabbed Rex by the front legs and pulled him off of mom. I then turned him around to the classic position of two dogs knotted together. He was pulling with all his might, but mom was putting up a terrific fight to stop him. When her orgasm hit it clinched her pussy so tight that Rex yelped and tried to pull harder. Mom only continued her orgasm. The two men were once again stroking their cocks and I knew that before Rex could get loose, they would both blow another load over mom's face. As it turned out I was right, but not by much. As the first blast of cum hit mom's face she got distracted and Rex managed to pop his knot free, and that sent mom into another massive orgasm of her own, as the two men covered her face again with their gooey spunk. Mom lay in a spasming heap lost in a world of her own. As the two men moved to the door; Vince was the older man said to me as he pushed a large wad of bills in my hand, "You have got yourself one hell of a woman there. I haven't seen anything like that in my life, but I know that I will again, and soon." I smiled when I told them that she could do better, and often does. They looked at each other and I could see the disbelief in their faces. As they opened the door to leave Vince spoke to Andy, "you did a good job of taking care of us. I will tell some friends about you. A good friend is always nice to have." I thought Andy was about to piss on himself with excitement as he watched them leave. After we heard their car pull away he turned to me and said, "Why didn't you tell me that she would do something like that?" I looked at him and shrugged and calmly said, "There are a lot of things that you don't know Andy." He looked at me hard for a minute, then smiled and said that he was glad that we were partners, and then he was gone. Since we were already closed I took all the girls home that night, and we all pampered mom. She deserved it. It was the next morning that I remembered the money in my coverall's pocket. Along with the three hundred that Millie had put in the desk we had made more than a thousand dollars in a single night. The money box that we kept in the kitchen was getting full. It was the same old tin box that mom and dad had used for years, but it was never designed to hold the amount of cash that was in it now. I decided that we needed something better. I got all the biggest bills and rolled them up and stuffed them in a mason jar. Then I went out and buried it in the back yard. I showed the girls that I chose right under Blue's doghouse. They all laughed when mom said that it seemed right, since it all started with Blue. I couldn't argue, but I knew that Blue wouldn't let anybody else get that close. Things went back to normal for about a week, before everything went crazy. It seemed that Vince was a pretty well connected man in Chicago and he had put out the word to everybody that he knew. Suddenly we had a special show almost every night of the week. It averaged four to five times a week. Mom loved every second of it. We handled it the same way, with Millie and mom eating each other, then Millie would go and get Rex. The classic knot scene was only used on real special situations. Like when a very important man was there. We didn't know who any of them were, but we could tell when there was someone special, as Andy always looked like he had just swallowed a live chicken, and he couldn't be still. One night when Vince showed up, we did the special show. When they thought we were finished I surprised them again. I whispered to Millie that it was time, and that I wanted her down there licking and sucking mom clean. She didn't hesitate for a second as she dived between mom's spread legs. Mom squealed with surprise, but that only made it more special. I could tell that Vince was impressed. Before he left he pulled me aside and asked me how I managed to get them to do the things that they did. I thought about it for a minute before I told him, "I'll tell you Vince. It takes time, but most important you have to work up to it slowly. Most women want to do the things that mom does, even if they will never admit it. The thing that you have to do is make them admit it. Then there isn't any going back. They will do it again, and from there it is a little step to the next thing. And then another little step to the next thing again." I shrugged as he looked thoughtful. Once again he shoved a big wad of money in my hand as he left. Once again things settled down to something normal, if there is anything normal about running a whore house for gangsters. The locals got a little pissed about loosing their only whore to a bunch of gangsters, but nobody had the guts to openly complain. The next big change to the show was that mom took on both Rex and Toby at the same time. It really caused a burst of excitement and things picked up to a full six nights a week. Mom ate up all of the attention, and all of the cum that she could beat the dogs to. It was getting stranger by the day. One day I asked mom if it hurt her when the dogs pulled the knot out, and she got a dreamy expression her face and said that she loved the way that it stretched her pussy out; but no, it didn't really hurt at all. It had the first few times, but now it was all pure excitement. I was busy in the barn for a few days and nobody saw much of me, not that I was missed. Mom and Millie were to busy and Mary had taken on the job of handling the shows and getting things ready. Clean up was part of the show as mom and Millie licked and sucked up everything that they could find. Andy supplied more dogs and Millie and mom set out training them. Somewhere Andy found a monster that was so big that mom had to lay on a low table to be lined up for his cock. She wrapped her legs around him and actually hung on below him as he fucked her. I was amazed when I saw his knot. It looked a lot like a softball, but maybe just a touch undersized. Mom had so many orgasms with Wolfgang that I wondered how she managed to keep hanging on. She flat told Andy one day that no matter what else happened, Wolfgang was hers. Andy didn't even bat an eye, but just nodded his head and kissed mom on the cheek. I knew that mom was in love. The next time that Vince came into town, I told him that I had something special for him and he really perked up. When he had finished whatever business that he was there to do I met him at the house and locked up. I put the girls in the truck and ask Vince to follow me. He trusted me enough that he didn't even hesitate. When we got to the farm I didn't stop at the house but drove straight to the barn. Once we got there I took them to the stall on the end. I had a strange looking bench sitting there and I showed mom how I wanted her on the bench. She found that it was very comfortable, and there were places for her legs at just the right places, as well as hand rails to hand on to. I told both the girls to get mom so horny that she couldn't see straight. They knew every trick in the book, and a few that nobody else knew. Years of servicing mom had given them an instant knowledge of what to do, and when to do it. Not letting her have an orgasm was getting harder these days as she could almost cum at the drop of a hat. If she looked at a dogs cock while somebody touched her clit and she would shoot off like old faithful. When I saw that she was squirming all over the bench I knew that she was ready, and I left the barn. Everybody in the stall gasped when I brought Roger in. Even mom had a look of surprise as I led him over to her. I whispered in her ear, "I have checked, his cock doesn't get any bigger than a dogs knot. You can handle it. If you push with your feet you can make the whole bench move up and get you farther away from his cock. You will be safe. I promise." I looked to see if she understood, she grabbed my neck and kissed me hotly. Then she went into her act, and began begging me to give it to her. She begged so well that I knew that some of it was real, especially when I saw that her pussy was dripping in the barn floor. I had trained Roger for this show myself. I had modified the attack dummy and along with a few hand jobs, he was well acquainted with what was expected of him. He didn't disappoint me in the least. He was in position in a flash and mom found that her pussy was stretched to the limit with horse cock. It was extremely long and hard and Roger drove it like a pile driver. Mom was once again giving a running commentary. I didn't know if she did that for the watchers, or just to hear herself saying everything that was happening to her. But the watchers sure appreciated it when they saw Roger plowing into mom's wet cunt. She was screaming and telling the world how big and fat that it was. I wasn't sure that it was necessary as everybody could see that her pussy was so stretched that you couldn't get a piece of paper in there with Rogers's cock. There was more masturbating going on in that barn, than at a girl's boarding school after the Friday night picture show. I was the only one keeping an eye on things. Even Andy had his cock out this time and was busily pumping away. When Roger let loose mom gave a scream at the top of her lungs, but everyone knew that she wasn't hurt. You could tell that she was having the best orgasm of her life, as she bucked and churned on the padded bench. When Roger pulled out it looked like a bucket of horse cum came with him. It hit the ground with a splat and some of it splashed all the way across the stall. Before he was out of the way Millie had her head between mom's legs again. That was when the whole group had a collective orgasm. There was sperm shooting in every direction and both of the girls were bucking out their own pleasure. The small group of men slowly made their way back to their cars, except for Vince. He pulled me aside and after stuffing an exceptionally large wad of bills in my hand he asked if I would be interesting in doing a job for him. I looked dubious and told him, "I'll tell you Vince, I'm just a dumb country farm boy." He looked at me like I was a fool, then he smiled a big smile and said, "Well it is a dumb country farm boy type of job." I smiled back at him and said that if there was something that I could do for him, then I would be happy to help. He nodded and walked away to his car without ever telling me what he wanted me to do. I shrugged and went back to check up on mom. She had the biggest smile on the face that I had ever seen. When she saw me she almost crawled up my body to get to my face, and she covered me with kisses. I guessed that she liked the special show as much as our guests did. It was about a week later when Andy called me, which put it around the middle of October. He asked if I was keeping all of that cash at the farm. I told him that I had it stashed away where nobody would ever be able to get to it. He was quiet for a few minutes before he said that it might be better if I put it in the bank. I scoffed at him and reminded him that banks were closing right and left. He gave me a bit of news when he told me that our friends were spending so much time in the area that they had invested in the local bank and that we had their assurance that the bank would remain sound. I knew that a guarantee like that wasn't anything to scoff at. Andy then told me that he had heard some loose talk around that hinted that I might be having a visit in the night to see if there was any loose cash that could be found. I understood the implications of the news and asked if he would meet me at the bank. He sounded relieved that I had chosen to use the bank and said that he would be there in ten minutes. It would take me longer than that, but I told him that I would be there as soon as I could. It was a half an hour later that I pulled up in front of the bank. I didn't have a clue how much money that I had been burying, until I went and dug it all up. Most of it was fifty and hundred dollar bills. Counting it made me nervous, and I was glad that Andy had gotten me to put it in the bank. We went in to see Mr. Rogers. He looked over his wire framed glasses at me and kept looking up until he found my face. He asked if I was Jason Dunn, and I nodded that I was. Andy remembered about the run-in that I had with his wife, and took over from that point. He explained that some friends of ours had informed us that they had taken a personal interest in the bank and suggested to me that I should be using the banks services. Mr. Rogers listened peacefully and nodded at each point. He confirmed that the information was correct, but that the bank was never in any danger of closing before they decided to invest in it. I found that all the pleasant talk seemed to just beat around the bush and I decided to take the bull by the horns. "Mr. Rogers, we both know why Andy is doing the talking, but he won't always be here for me, so I guess that we need to settle things ourselves. Do you have any problems dealing with me? Do you have any hard feeling about that little talk that I had with your wife last spring?" I waited to see where the chips would land, and Mr. Rogers sized me up again. He cleared his throat before he answered, "Mr. Dunn, at the time I found your attitude most insulting. But since I know my wife so well, I couldn't find it in me to hold any hard feelings. There are times that I feel just as you did." I watched as he took off his glasses and cleaned them on his handkerchief. I found that I really liked Mr. Rogers, and that was something that I never expected. I smiled at him when I said that I thought that we would get along just fine, and that I wanted to open an account. I dropped the money on his desk and his eyes got big at the stack. I was amazed as his nimble fingers flew through the money and separated it into denomination stacks and quickly totaled it up. I was more impressed than I could say with his handling of money. I also noticed that his eyes were constantly flicking out into the bank. I assumed that he was just keeping an eye on things, but I soon realized that his attention was always directed in a certain part of the bank. As he filled out papers and entered numbers I began to watch him as closely as I was watching the bank. It didn't take me long to realize what had so much of his attention. It was a very good looking young blonde. She was young enough to be his daughter, but who was I to say anything, I had fucked my own mother. I decided that I liked Mr. Rogers to much to let him live his life the way that it now was. "How much do you make doing this job, you know, running the bank?" Mr. Rogers looked at me like I had just slapped him, but he looked at the stack of money in front of him and told me that he had counted it to be almost fifteen thousand dollars, and I nodded to show that I agreed with his count. He then told me that he would have to work for five years to make that kind of money. I thought to myself; A bank president that made three thousand dollars a year, no wonder so many of them took off with the money. I asked if he wanted to make that kind of money. He looked over his glasses at me and raised one eyebrow. I could see that he was interested. I moved forward in my chair and said, "What if I could show you a way for you to make a nice tidy sum and fix all your other troubles at the same time." He looked at me and said that he didn't have any other troubles. I smiled as I shook my head. I pointed without turning and said that the blonde out there is a problem if I ever saw one. He raised his eyebrows again and I saw sweat beading his forehead. I knew that I had hit the nail on the head. So I asked, "Well, are you interested?" Mr. Rogers stammered a few times but tried to convince me that he didn't have any interest in the blonde, and that he had never said or done anything that would be even the least bit improper. I nodded my head, and said that was probably true, but that he wanted to do a lot more than what was considered improper to her. He didn't argue with me, but instead dropped his chin to his chest. If ever there was a man that needed help, it was this man. I got up and went to the blinds and pulled the strings, effectively shutting off the office. When I went back to him I ask him again, "So are you interested? Yes, or No? Right now, no more stalling." He didn't look up but he nodded his head. I smiled as I told him to call the blonde into his office. There wasn't any fight in him as he pressed a button on the new fancy intercom and told Ms. Henry to com into his office. I calmly walked to the door and after she entered I clicked the lock. I turned to walk behind her a she went quickly to the desk. When she got there she seemed confused that Mr. Rogers didn't seem to notice her presence. I cleared my throat and she turned to look up at me. I asked if she knew who I was. I distasteful looked passed her face and she nodded that she did. I smiled at her and nodded back. I told her to raise her dress, and three heads all snapped up to look in my face. I was calm as I slowly repeated myself, "I said to lift your dress, I want to see what you have under there." She stomped her foot and then started for the door. I calmly said, "If you open that door, you can just keep going, because you won't work here anymore. And I will guarantee that between the three of us in this room, we will make sure that you don't work anyplace else either, unless you want a job at the whore house." She froze with her hand on the handle. She slowly turned and looked at each of us. She said that it wasn't fair, and I pointed out that life was rarely fair, but she had a decision to make. She slowly pulled up her dress. I stopped her and told her that I meant the slip as well as the dress. I couldn't see much through the slip. She bowed her head as she reached down and got her hands under the slip as well and slowly raised them both until I got a look at the white panties and garter belt that she wore. I told her to hand me the panties. There were tears on her face as she reached up and hooked her thumbs in the waist band. As they came down the dress fell with it. I knew that she had planned it that way. I held out my hand as she held them out to me. I then told her to raise the dress again. She pleaded a couple of times, but I just tapped my foot and she reached down and raised the dress and slip again. This time I was treated to her sparse blonde bush. I noticed that both Andy and Mr. Rogers were watching too. I smiled as I told her to face the desk. She was happy to turn away from me, but she was not as happy when I pushed her down over the desk, and kicked her legs wide apart. She let out a squeak and started to say something, but I asked her if she wanted to leave instead. She just shook her head and buried her face in her hands. I didn't have to look, but I confirmed with a glance that she was wet. I made a general statement to nobody in particular, "My god! She is so wet that it is almost dripping on the floor." We all heard the groan of embarrassment and I knew that she was blushing furiously. To have everybody know that she was excited was the worst humiliation that she could think of. But it wasn't the worst that I could think of. I spoke directly to Mr. Roger. "Ok Rogers get over here. I would never do business, or would I ever let any of my friends do business, with a man that couldn't control his own secretary. Now get the fuck over here and do what you are expected to do." I winked at him and he gulped, but he slowly moved behind her. There were the usual lines of trying to get out of it, but I kept telling him that he had to do it, or he would loose all of his business. He kept it up right until he sunk his whole cock up her hot pussy. Then he didn't have anything left to say. As he started pounding his cock in her pussy, I noticed that she wasn't crying any more. I quietly walked around that desk and jerked her head up. The look of pure lust couldn't be hidden quickly enough, and she knew it. She quit trying to hide it all together and she started to respond to his deep powerful thrusts. Andy and I sat and watched as Mr. Rogers fucked her like it was the last fuck of his life. She was panting and grunting like mom did when she was close to a really big orgasm. When he blasted deep in her pussy she when over, bucking and squealing as she came all over his cock. When he was finished and pulled out I saw him reach for his handkerchief, but I stopped him. I pulled her up and spun her around, and then I forced her down to her knees and ordered her to suck his cock clean. She had a disgusted look, but I made sure that she knew I would not put up with any lip from her. She tentatively reached out with her tongue. When it was in her mouth I shoved her head all the way to the root. She reacted, but I held her in place. I ordered her to suck. Once she got started I was afraid that she was going to suck him off. She didn't quit even when I let go of her head. I looked to see that her eyes were closed and she had a contented look on her face. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I think that's clean enough honey." Her eyes snapped open and she jerked her head off so fast that it popped as it came free. I watched her blush again. I turned to Mr. Rogers, with her still on the floor at his feet. "From now on if I ever hear you asking her to do anything, I will pull out every dime I can get out of this bank. You order her to do things, and that means bending over or getting on her knees. If I find that you can't control your women, then you don't need to control my money." I winked again and he winked back. I smiled as I said, "Now get rid of that piece of tail; we still have business to get done." Mr. Rogers zipped his pants as he ordered her to leave his office. After she was gone I tossed him her panties and he smiled at them. I told him that if he ever got any shit over it, to just tell her that he didn't have any choice in the matter. He smiled his thanks. I sat back and outlined the rest of my plan, as he smiled bigger with each word that I spoke. Andy just sat and shook his head the whole time. It was about two thirty in the morning when I drive up to the Rogers farm house. They lived on a small farm just on the outskirts of town. Mr. Rogers was like me and wasn't planting any crops. I didn't see that he had time to work a farm, and thought that he should live in town, but living here kept him away from nosey neighbors. I understood his concerns, very well. It also made things much easier for my plan. Andy lightly tapped on the back door and we watched as a candle made its way to the door. Harry Rogers stood still dressed holding the candle. His hands shook a little, but his features were set in resigned determination. He was tired of being the mouse, and was determined to be a man. He showed us the sleeping pills that he had given Sue Rogers before putting her to bed. He seemed nervous and wanted to talk as he led us through the house, to the Roger's bedroom. I wasn't surprised to find two beds, with Sue Rogers sleeping quietly in the closest bed. I looked at Harry and told him that he could still back out, that this was the last chance. I could see him considering it, but he shook his head and firmly set his jaw. I pulled back the covers and looked at Sue in her nightgown; she was about five foot three inches tall and I guessed that she weighed about a hundred and forty pounds. She had a soft belly and a flabby ass. Her tits were large for her size, and they had sagged a little from her weight. For a woman in her early forties she was not in her prime. I could see the possibilities and I estimated that it would take about three to four months to work the weight off of her. I knew that in that time I would have her trained and ready to go. I told Harry the estimated time schedule and he nodded. He told me that the school would probably have a fit, but that he had already planned for it, and was ready. I couldn't think of anything else so I bent over and picked up Mrs. Sue Rogers. From this point her life was going to be different, in a way that she could not even imagine. ------- Chapter 5 When Sue Rogers woke up her head ached and she was disorientated. She had a hard time understanding what was going on, or even where she was. When she realized that her wrists were securely fastened to her waist she panicked, and started to scream. I slapped her hard across the face and her eyes snapped instantly to me. There was only a momentarily confusion before her recognition set in. She opened her mouth to scream again, but thought better of it as I raised my hand to slap her. Instead she demanded that I release her, or she would see me in jail forever. She said that her husband must have already notified the police and if I let her go, she would make sure that they went easy on me. I smiled and shook my head at her. I explained that her husband indeed knew that she was gone, but that the police had no interest in her whereabouts. Her eyes narrowed and she called me a liar. I slapped her again as she fought the tears back I explained her situation, "You see Sue, your husband does know where you are; because he helped me bring you here. He got fed up with the way that you treat him and decided that instead of divorcing you that he would rather have your attitude fixed. You see, he is rather fond of you. If it had been me, I would have kicked your fat ass out in the street without any clothes on your back, just like you are now." Her eyes looked down, and for the first time she realized that she wasn't wearing any clothes. She struggled fiercely to get away, and when she tried to sit up she found that the collar on her neck even prevented her from moving more than a few inches. She suddenly gave up and I watched as she lay there panting and sweating from her efforts. I shook my head at how easily she tired out. Millie had demanded to be on hand that morning. She wanted to be the first to put Sue Rogers through her paces. I wasn't sure if she was ready to move that fast, but Millie and even Mary assured me that she would adjust to eating pussy easily. I bowed to their superior knowledge on the subject. So when Sue gave up struggling I reached over and released the leash from the headboard. I pulled her to her feet and led her naked to the kitchen. The girls were sitting at the table drinking coffee when we came into the room. As soon as Sue saw then she begged them to let her go. She saw that it wasn't doing any good and changed to threats. That got a reaction from Millie, but it wasn't the one that she expected. Millie grabbed the leash from my hand and started slapping Sue across the face. She called her a whore and a slut and a few other things that I wasn't even sure what they were. I found that she had learned some new words working in the whore house. Sue Roger found her threats came at a high price. She couldn't avoid Millie's blows, and was soon sobbing uncontrollably. I started to put an end to it, but Mary stopped me with a hand on my arm and a shake of her head. Once again I allowed them the freedom of experience. I watched as Sue sank to her knees begging Millie to have mercy. Millie didn't let up one bit as the slaps rang around the room. Millie kept punishing Sue, until suddenly she heard the words that she was waiting for. Sue said that she would do anything. Millie stopped instantly with a smile on her face. I knew then that she had planned this expertly. Sue realized that the pain had stopped and looked at Millie through teary eyes. She shivered as she saw the look on Millie's face. Millie made a show of pulling her dress over her head and dropping it to the floor. She didn't wear anything under it and was standing as naked as Sue was. Millie slowly pulled the leash closer and close to her pussy, and Sue suddenly realized what was expected of her. She tried to back away, but it did no good. When she refused, Millie smiled and raised her hand. Sue looked defiantly, with her chin held high. Millie started on her chin, and she didn't let up until Sue's tongue was making it way to her wet pussy. When Sue made contact, the slapping stopped. Millie tangled her fingers in Sue's hair and held her firmly to her pussy. Sue knew that she had no choice now and tentatively set out on her task. I watched as Mary brought a chair up behind Millie and she thanked her as she sat down. Once she was sitting she spread her legs as far as they would go. It opened her pussy widely and she pulled Sue's head right to the middle of it. I watched as Sue's eyes were closed, and she did what she had to. Mary said that they could handle Sue, if there was something that I needed to do. I made sure that Sue heard me when I said, "No, I want to stay and watch as Sue eats pussy." I saw Sue's eyes snap open and I could tell that my presence was more of a humiliation that anything else. Mary saw her reaction and played it for all that it was worth. She put another chair facing Millie and handed her one of the wooden spoons. I assumed that they had a good time with mom like that, and decided that it worked well. I knew that they were putting her through her paces, as she changed for one to the other, with them telling her to put on a good show for me. When she began to get tired, the spoons began slapping her tender flesh. After an hour I decided that I had been there long enough. I motioned to Mary to say that I was going out to the barn. Actually I had to go to the work shop to make some new things for Sue's training. It was a couple of hours later that I went back to the house. I was surprised to see Millie and Sue engaged in a sixty-nine pussy eating session. Mary was looking on interestedly. I nodded at Sue; Mary explained that Sue had developed quite an appetite for pussy, once she got past the idea, and was now seeing what the other side of the coin was like. I asked if she had had many orgasms, and Mary told me that since Millie had started eating her pussy she hadn't stopped. I nodded as I leaned down to tell Millie to get her nice and excited, but not to let her cum. She grinned back up to me and set off on her own task. When Sue was begging for release, I told Millie to get up. Sue watched her with hunger in her eyes a she made her way to stand by Mary and Me. I smiled at her and asked what she wanted. She was too embarrassed to say and I said that it was OK; she could just stay there until she was willing to tell me. She lay on the floor watching as I removed my coveralls, and then she watched as both of the girls set about pleasuring me. I took great pleasure in telling her what I was doing to each of the girls, as I put my fat fingers in their hot wet pussies. Or when I slipped my hard cock into Mary's hot sucking mouth. Or when Millie plunged down my dripping cock to burry itself in her tight clinching little hole. Sue was sweating, and it wasn't from the heat. She kept trying to find any way to touch herself, or to rub her aching pussy, but we wouldn't let that happen. She couldn't take it any more, and begged for an orgasm, "Please let me cum, I need to cum so bad. Please, I'll do anything you want, if you jest let me cum!" I smiled at her. This was what I had been waiting for. I looked at her and asked her, "What are you?" She seemed confused about the question, and I could see that she didn't understand what I wanted from her, so I asked her a different way. "Are you a hot pussied little slut, that needs a hard cock?" She stared at me for a long time, and when she didn't answer me I said, "Well I guess that you don't want to cum to bad, do you?" She understood that if she wanted her orgasm, she would have to swallow her pride, just like she has swallowed pussy juices. We ignored her and went back to our own pleasure, as she watched Millie bouncing up and down on my cock. Millie was bucking and grunting through another massive orgasm when she suddenly shouted as loud as she could, "Yes I am a filthy fucking slut! I'm a whore and a pussy sucking bitch, and I need to cum!" We all smiled at her, and she knew that she had done something right. She started to call herself every name that she could think of, and with each one we told her how proud of her that we were. Millie and Mary helped her to her knees and I watched as she crawled to me. I told her that she wasn't going to get any more pussy and no cock, until she could suck my cock all the way down her throat. She groaned in disappointment, but Mary got down beside her offering her advice, and Millie's hand found its way to her hot pussy as she worked her back up to a fever pitch. Sue's eyes rolled around a couple of times, and then she plunged as far down on my cock as she could. I could tell that she had not had much experience in sucking cock. When she gagged Mary helped her by explaining what she needed to do. It took a while, and Millie continued to provide the motivation as she got better with practice. I was amazed the first time that my cock slid all the way down her throat, and as she came back up slowly both of the girls were telling her how proud they were of her. I had to admit that she looked to be pretty pleased with herself. Once she learned the secrets of cock-sucking, she was a natural. In no time I was gasping as she was sucking my cock like and old pro. As I got close I told her that I was going to shoot a huge load of cum. She hesitated for a minute, but the girls spurred her on and told her how good it was and Millie kept her at a fever pitch. She worked me harder and harder the closer I got. Mary warned her about what was going to happen, and when I shot the first blast of cum in her mouth she sucked it down smoothly. The next ones were harder as I came faster and stronger. She had to really work to keep up and Mary was constantly chanting encouragements to her. When she had sucked the last from my cock and couldn't get any more out, she sat back on her heels and licked her lips with a look of pride on her face. She was surprised when my cock stayed hard. She expected it to droop down, but she didn't realize that youth was on my side. I smiled at her and praised her good work, and she beamed at the praise. I pointed at my hard cock and told her; "Well, if you want it then you better get up here and fuck yourself." She seemed confused. I imagined that she had spent her life fucking on her back, and didn't even realize that it could be done any other way. Or if she did, she thought that only sluts and whores did things like that. Now she had to realize that that was exactly what she was. Millie and Mary helped her to stand up and Mary explained what she needed to do. She still didn't seem happy about the situation as they helped her straddle my hard cock. Mary guided it to her hot pussy and slipped the head into her wet cunt. Once the head was in Millie told her to sit down on it. Sue was still reluctant, but her legs couldn't hold out forever, and the girls wouldn't let her get back up. She slowly sank down on my hard cock, and her eyes got big as her ass rested against my legs. She closed her eyes and started a quick up and down motion. She was grunting and moaning in seconds as her orgasm washed over her. From then on she was like a wild animal as she bucked and bounced on my cock. At one point she looked at me and leaned forward to kiss me hotly. I kissed her back and her eyes rolled back in her head as she thrashed through another orgasm. I didn't have the heart to tell her that since I had just cum I wouldn't be able to blow another load in her for a while, and she would give out long before I was ready. When I saw her getting tired I told the girls to help her off, but she fought them bravely. Once they had her off my cock she was begging them to let her back on. I admired her resolve, but she couldn't hold up. I told them to put her on her knees and let her rest against the back of the sofa. Once she was in position I moved behind her and slid my cock back into her hot clasping pussy. She squealed her excitement at the new intrusion, and pushed back against me as hard as she could. I got a firm grip on her hips and started a smooth steady fucking rhythm. She bucked and grunted on her way to another orgasm. As she squealed her orgasm's arrival, I quickly slipped my cock out of her pussy and shoved it in her ass. It was half way in before she even knew that it was there. Her reaction to clinch her ass came a little late, and her orgasm concentrated her attention on her pussy. By the time that she was going to complain, I was easily plunging my whole cock in and out of her ass, and she was starting to feel a whole new set of emotions. When I reached around her and began rubbing her clit it set her off on a massive orgasm that threatened to pinch my cock off at the root. She was so excited that she started screaming as her orgasm contorted all of her muscles into knots of pleasure. I fired my second load of hot scalding cum deep in her ass, and she groaned her pleasure at feeling it shoot up her ass. As I slipped my cock out of her ass she almost collapsed from exhaustion as I sat down beside her. Mary and Millie helped her up and before she knew what was happening, she found herself once more with my cock in her mouth. She reacted violently knowing where it had just been, but the girls told her that before they were finished with her she would think it was a treat. I knew that she believed every word that they said. She found out that the revulsion was more of a state of mind as she sucked my cock. It didn't take long before she was just as happy as before, and protested when they forced her to stop. Lunch was light and Millie fed Sue each bite. As we sat at the table after lunch chatting Sue broached a subject that was bothering her, and Millie smiled as she took her to the outhouse. I didn't object, but once they were gone I asked Mary why she didn't use the toilet. She smiled and said that it was more humiliating to Sue, when she had to go outside without clothes. She also said that the smells would affect her too. I hadn't thought of any of that and realized that my sisters had a knack for humiliating a person. It was probably something that they learned from mom over the years. When they got back I saw that Mary was right; Sue didn't look as confident as she did when she left. I decided that it was time to find out how much she had learned, now that her pussy wasn't controlling her mouth. I motioned for Sue to sit down and she sat primly. I frowned as realized that this was her way of trying to get her dignity back. I asked her what she was, and she looked me in the eye and said that she was a woman, and no matter what we did to her she would never be a sluttish whore for us. I looked at the girls and hung my head as they frowned. Sue thought that she had beaten us, and that we wouldn't know what to do now. She was wrong. I nodded to Mary and she went outside; Millie Left for the bedroom and I patiently waited. "One day you will learn that you are what I tell you that you are. And it really doesn't matter what you want, because I will still make you into anything that I want. And you will be a cheap sluttish whore, and you will be proud of the fact. Just like when you were proud that you learned to suck my cock." Sue blushed, but she defiantly shook her head again. When Millie returned she was carrying the spreader. She deftly buckled it onto one leg just at the knee, but Sue had figured out the purpose of the device and refused to spread her legs. Millie smiled sweetly and grabbed a handful of Sue's thigh and squeezed. Sue cried out and her legs spread trying to get away from her grasp. Millie smoothly buckled the other strap and Sue sat there with her legs widely spread. There was nothing she could do about it. Millie had her by the hair and stood her up. I moved the table and chairs out of the way as Millie forced her down onto the floor. When she was on her knees Millie gave her a push and she hit her head as it dropped to the floor. Millie squatted to buckle the strap from her collar to the spreader, as she told Sue, "Listen bitch, I spent a lot of valuable time teaching you to eat pussy and we both know how much you loved every second of it. You were begging just for the privilege of sucking my hot cunt. If you ever say that I forced you, or that you didn't love every second of it; I will spend days making sure that the only way that you can ever experience pleasure is on the tongue of a woman. And you know that I can do it, too! So if there is any truth in you, always remember that." Millie stood proudly and I could tell from the look on Sue's face that she would always admit to that, but just to drive the point home I asked her, "Well is she telling the truth? Are you a pussy loving bitch?" Sue looked trapped, but she spat the words, "Yes, damn it I do love pussy." Millie smiled at me as she strutted into the bedroom to get ready to go to the whorehouse in town. She took her job there seriously. Sue was still trying to figure out what she was doing on the floor, when Mary came in leading Blue. Since mom had gotten all the other dogs, Blue had been totally forgotten. He missed his fucks with mom, and now saw that he was once again going to get some pussy. Sue didn't figure it out until Blue's paws grabbed her around her chubby waist. She tried to buck him off, but it didn't do any good. She tried to fall forward, but that wouldn't work. When she tried to lean back she moved right into Blue, who was trying to find her pussy. He shoved it all the way into her in a single rough thrust and began the rapid machine style fucking. Sue begged us to get him off of her. We knew that this was her ultimate humiliation; to be used by an animal for its pleasure. She kept begging until she felt the knot swelling inside her. She didn't know that would happen and she was now afraid. It kept getting bigger and she started screaming. I had to slap her to get her attention. I told her that it was a big as it was going to get. She looked relieved until I reminded her that she was now stuck on his cock until it was over, unless she wanted me to rip the knot out of her tender little pussy. She begged me not to do that, and that she would suffer through it. I smiled as she started her suffering. Mom was right about one thing, Blue could fill a woman with his cum. She felt it as it kept filling her up. At first she looked confused, and then she looked alarmed, and finally asked what was happening. I smiled as I explained to her that he was filling her with his gooey doggie cum, and that his knot stopped it from escaping. She looked totally defeated as she lay there sobbing. Mary decided that she needed to have a better attitude as she reached around under her and pulled her clit a few times. Sue gasped as her pussy responded. I smiled as I realized that her pussy muscles had clinched and it had set off Blue again and he started humping madly again. This time as his knot moved forward and back, it pushed against the doggie cum in her expanding tummy. She was suddenly humping back against him and grunting as her first orgasm thundered through her. Mary calmly got up and stood by my side. We watched as Sue had one orgasm after the next while Blue humped away on her back. Mary leaned down and asked Sue, "If this is so revolting, why are you having all those orgasms? Are you a dog fucking bitch? No decent woman would allow herself to cum on a dog's cock, you should be able to control yourself, you useless dog fucking slut." Sue didn't answer but we both knew that she had heard. I think it was the reason that her orgasms got stronger and more often. Blue stayed knotted for almost fifteen minutes and he had just popped out when Millie came in the room. Sue's pussy almost squirted out doggie cum when Blue pulled out, and it was now dribbling down her legs. She walked right up to Sue and grabbed her hair, and jerked her off the floor onto her knees. She looked into her eyes and asked, "Are you a dog fucking whore?" Sue nodded and Millie heard a faint squeak as she said yes. Millie smiled at her and kissed her on the mouth hard and passionately. Sue was so surprised that she barely kissed her back. Millie then turned her around and lowered her face to the puddle of doggie cum. Millie said that all doggie whores clean their own messes, and we watched as Sue began licking and sucking the puddle on the floor. Millie patted her head and said, "That's a good little doggie whore, when I get home tonight, I will give you a treat for being such a good girl. I will wake you up and let you suck my pussy out. You'll like that, won't you little doggie whore?" Sue did her best to nod, but Millie didn't wait for an answer. She was on her feet, and I left Sue in Mary's capable hands as I took Millie to the whorehouse. Mom was drooling when we told her about Sue. She wanted to play too. She said that breaking her was a matter for women, not men. I looked at her and she blushed and apologized. She said that I was no ordinary man, and that I was the exception to the rule. She admitted that she would never have thought to use the dog to break her. Millie said that she agreed with mom, I was exceptional and a very clever man, but slut training was best left to women. I considered what I had seen with Sue and realized that they were probably right. Sue responded to them easily, I guessed that it was because she couldn't lie to them. They knew everything that she felt. When I looked at mom she blushed, and said, "There is one other thing that you will have to do, if you're going to break her." I looked at her and she glanced nervously at Millie, then she looked back to me. "You will have to love her. Once you break a woman, you have to give her something, someone that will love her no matter what she does. If she doesn't have somebody that will love her, she will start to hate herself for the things that she does. That love is the one thing that she lives for." I looked at mom and saw that she was talking about herself. She nervously toyed with her collar, and I suddenly realized that she had never taken it off, even though I had removed the lock months ago. I knew that it was some sort of symbol for her, and it meant more to her than just a collar. I told her to tell me about the collar. She jumped at the mention and then she jerked her hands into her lap. She didn't seem to know what to do with her hands, and I pressed her, "Tell me the rest of it." She never looked at me when she spoke. "What really broke me was Blue. You said that he was the only one that I could ever get any pleasure from. I felt that all of you hated me, and you had every right to hate me. I see that now. I actually loved Blue, but he couldn't return my love." Mom quickly glanced around the room before she continued her story, "That night that I asked for another dog; I was hoping to get one that would love me as much as I could love him. Then when you said that I could have another dog, I saw in your face that you would get me a dog. And you weren't doing it just to humiliate me, but because you loved me. I saw it in your eyes and then I knew. You really did love me. I felt that this collar was just like Blue's collar. As long as I am your property, you will always love me. No matter what I do, you will still love me. That first night that I was here, I was afraid that you would hate me. But instead you held me, even when I dribbled cum all down your leg. It was then that I really knew; it didn't matter who or what I fucked, as long as I was yours, you would always love me. I felt so free and alive. For the first time in my life I was happy and free to do anything, and I would still be loved." As she talked I saw the happiness in her face and I knew that she was truly happy. She was right in the fact that I did love her, and there wasn't anything that could change that. Even when I was punishing her, I still loved her. "Until you take this collar off of my neck, I know that you love me. That is why I can do all of the things that you want me to. I absolutely love fucking dogs. You told me that I could never get off on any of the men's cocks, and I never have. I don't know why you told me, but I never have and I never will; just because you told me. But the dogs give me the pleasure that I long for. And the horse was such an amazing thing, and all the time you were there, I knew that you loved me for doing it. I came so hard that it hurt." I noticed a tear drop onto her hands, and she reached up and wiped her eyes. I did love her and I didn't even blame her for what happened with the girls any more. I cleared my throat as I found that it was a little difficult to speak, "The reason that I never wanted you to cum with any of the customers was that I didn't want you to get hurt. I didn't want you distracted and not be able to call for help. That was why the dogs were trained attack dogs. They weren't just for your pleasure, but for your protections too. I wanted all of you to be safe, even when I couldn't be here to protect you myself." There were tears all the way down mom's face again, and she jumped into my arms. I found her kissing every inch of my face, and when she reached my mouth the kiss was a deep soul penetrating kiss that could melt an ice burg. It took a couple of minutes to get mom out of my lap, but she was happy when she sat back down. I turned to Millie; I could see the tears on her face and decided to see if my assumptions were right, "OK, now since we are all being honest, why don't you tell me what your secret is. You have been keeping something from me for months." Millie stared at me with her mouth open. Mom giggled and I could see that she already knew whatever it was that Millie was hiding. Millie cleared her throat and began her own story, "Everybody knows that Mary is your choice. You two are perfect together. We can all see it. Mary lives for you. She would kill or die just because you told her to. You could line up every man in town and tell Mary to fuck them and she wouldn't get off once. But the second that you touch her she starts to cum like a freight train. You could bring in a strange woman and tell Mary that this was the only woman that you were ever going to fuck and she would cook and clean and even eat her pussy; just because it made you happy. I love you, and you will be the only man in my life. I don't know why, but I know it is true. I don't mind another woman either and would do anything to please you too. But I don't have to exist just for you. I am like mom; I can love you, but I can still feel pleasure from other things. I love pussy; I think that you know that. But I love your cock too. Since I have been taking care of mom here we talk a lot, and I understand her now. I love her very much. And I want to be like her; at least I want to live my life like she does. I want to be a whore, but I want to be your whore. I couldn't live without your love either." She had her head down and I knew deep inside that this was coming. I had seen it long ago; she just wasn't ready to admit it to me, or even to herself. I smiled as I asked her, "I suppose that you will want your own collar too?" her head snapped up and I saw her nod, but then she surprised me. She opened her purse and handed me a collar. I could see that she had spent a lot of time on it. It was made of soft leather and she had put a polished plate on it, which she had scratched on it 'Jason's Bitch'. I was impressed with the determination that she had shown. As I looked at it I said, "Once you put this on the rules change. You know what mom has to live by. Are you willing to live by those rules? Are you willing to give up your choices and let me choose for you?" She didn't hesitate for a second before she said yes. I told her to stand up and turn around. She was on her feet in a second and had her hair up out of the way. I buckled the collar around her neck. I told her that it didn't come off, unless I took it off. She smiled at me and I could see that mom was very proud of her. I then gave her the bad news. "But you are not allowed to start working here, until we get Sue completely trained. That means no dogs, no fucking or sucking and no pussy; unless I tell you that it is ok." She looked like I had just punched her in the stomach as her mouth hung open. I smiled at her as I said, "You see, you can't start working here until you can get some satisfaction, like the dogs. And I won't let you start on the dogs until Sue is completely trained. That way I can give your dog training my full attention. I really want to watch Wolfgang plowing your tight little pussy, and I don't want to have to be thinking about anything but that. Oh yes and we mustn't forget about Roger; I really want to see him stretching that pussy with his horse cock." Mom giggled and said, "I told you that having somebody else in control of your pussy is a big responsibility. Now, you have just put your own pussy out of business, for at least a month or maybe two." Millie had a fearful expression on her face when she said, "Oh, like hell I did! I'll have that fat bitch trained before by the end of the week." I coughed and said that part of her training was to work the fat off of her. She also had to be trained enough to work here in the whorehouse and be able to handle any of the customers. Mom whistled and Millie groaned in disappointment. When I stood up to leave, both of them kissed me tenderly. I was going to have a story to tell Mary when I got home. I turned and told them, "I will put Sue in your hands for training, but I will monitor what happens and put in whatever I think that she needs. As far as her loving me, I don't know if that will ever happen, but I won't discourage it." As I turned to leave they were both in each others arms and jumping up and down like a couple of school girls. I felt sorry for Millie and added, "You and mom can both suck pussy, but don't wear each other out before the customers get here." I smiled as the door closed. And I realized that I had just made two very important people very happy, and I found myself whistling a tune as I drove home. Mary wasn't the least bit surprised when I gave her the news about Millie. It seemed that I was the only one in the dark, and I was determined that was a condition that had to change. Sue was miserable the rest of the afternoon. I had her naked body in a harness, pulling a plow. I decided that we would plant a small stand of winter corn. It was a little late to get started, but it would work the fat off of her ass in no time. She complained and even refused at one point, but a good razor strop can work wonders. I watched the welts on her ass jiggle as she pulled the plow. She was on her face more than her feet before we had a single row plowed. It was late in the afternoon when we reached the house and I washed her off at the rain barrel. The water was almost ice cold, but she stood still for the whole wash. I even made sure that her pussy was nice and clean. I dried her and took her in for dinner. She could not believe the small amount of food that I had allotted her. I calmly explained that her fat ass wouldn't be fat very long. She gave me a sour look and I reached for the strop. The next month was long for everybody. Sue was up at the crack of dawn and the girls worked her constantly. They called it slut training, but I was sure it was a preview for hell. The things that these women did I would have thought to barbaric for anybody, but Sue lived through it. After a light lunch, I took her out to the fields and she pulled the plow through the hard ground. Every morning there was frost on the ground, but it had warmed by mid-morning. I didn't bother offering her a jacket. After a few minutes she was sweating too much, and was happy to be naked. I on the other hand wasn't working up a sweat and was cold. I refused to wear a jacket. If Sue wasn't going to get one, and she didn't have a stitch on her body, I wasn't going to wear a jacket. In the evenings she got her bath at the rain barrel, and then we had dinner. If she had any energy left, Mary had her sucking cock and getting fucked in every hole that she owned. When we put her to bed she was usually asleep before we left the room. At the end of a month, her figure was quite acceptable, and she had muscles that even the girls admired. Sue was very proud of herself, and I had to admit that she looked years younger. She found that once she admitted that she was a cock-sucking, pussy-licking, worthless piece of shit whore that her life was easier. She began to look forward to the morning and evening sex education classes. She no longer considered it hell, and I had to admit that once the girls had broke her down they did go a lot easier on her. She became so good at pulling the plow that we did a very respectful stand. Once the plowing was done I moved her into the barn. It was almost as cold as the fields, so I put her to work corking between the boards. All day she would swing a heavy hammer and chisel the cork strips between the boards. Each one seemed to make the barn a little bit warmer. Sue found that swinging a hammer all day, made her so weak that night that she couldn't ever raise her arms to eat. About the time that she had gotten used to working with the hammer and chisel, the barn was finished, so we started on the Cider. It had been sitting for about six months, and I knew that it would not ferment any more than that. The cider barrels were as tall as Sue and ten feet across. The six of them took up one whole side of the barn. My family had been making cider for almost a hundred years, and our root cellar, in the barn, held the apple wines and brandies. We had wines in bottles and the brandy was in casks. We only got about fifty bottles of wine each year, and usually only one cask of brandy. Most of the cider was put in barrels, and it was sold in town. The café sold cider for five cents a glass, and most of the towns folks liked cider with their meals. We had about fifty jugs that we had gotten over time and we kept them for ourselves. After we emptied each barrel, Sue had to climb in and clean and scrub it down. I had done that job and I knew how hard that it was. I kept her busy and each job required her to use different muscles. I guess what amazed me most was when we were working she begged me to let her suck my cock. At first I thought it was some ploy, but she fell to her job with gusto and soon I was blowing a load down her throat. It was always something different, but I found it interesting and it made work much more fun. We both looked forward to the days work, no matter what it was; in the fields or the barn, or when I put her to work sealing the walls of the house. I remember when she started to cork the boards between her room and my bedroom that I asked her if she really wanted that wall corked, or if she wanted to leave it like it was. She actually blushed when she asked if she could leave it. I smiled and told her that we needed to move to another room then. She said, "You knew that I have been watching you, and you don't mind?" I just shook my head and told her that her eyes weren't the first ones that had watched what went on in that room. We both grinned as she picked up her tools. It was a while before I found out that the girls were giving her special treats if she managed to get me to cum in a specific place. Once I found out, I always tried to change where I would cum at the last minute. It became a game to see if I could figure out where the target was, and not cum there. We had a lot of fun playing that game. It was during the second month we let Blue start sleeping in her room. More than once we hear her in the middle of the night. At breakfast she never failed to tell us of her dog fucking exploits and we praised her highly. She was really turning into a first class slut. We were all very proud of her, but she was even more proud of herself. I was amazed when the girls started making her name her own punishments and rewards. She was even more creative than they were, and she received praise for every new and inventive idea. I thought that I should go and see Harry Rogers and report on Sue's progress. So, I took a drive to town. I found that out from under his wife's heel he had blossomed into a real hard case. He ran the bank like a slave master, and I found that most of the women were a part of his personal harem. He was enjoying his new life, and flatly told me that he didn't want Sue back. He said that he never wanted to see her again. I tried to tell him that she was a different person, but he wouldn't listen. When I open the door of the truck, I saw that I had a passenger. It was Ms. Henry, Harry Roger's secretary, I found her curled up on the floor of the truck. I started to ask her what was going on, when she hissed at me, "For God's sake get in before he thinks that something is wrong." I looked back to the window and saw Harry watching me. I smiled and waved as I got in the truck. I didn't know what was going on, but I was curious to find out. She whispered, "Don't let anybody see me, and just act normal." This was even more curious and I frowned as I thought about it. I drove down to the whorehouse. I told her to stay where she was as I got out and walked around the truck. When I got to the passenger door I opened it and carefully tucked her into my arms. I had often carried things in the house, and with her curled into a ball she didn't even look like a person. I bumped the truck door closed and casually walked to the door. I had to shift her around a little, to get the door opened, but it all looked natural. Once we were safely inside, I let her legs slip out of my grasp and she stood up. Mom and Millie were stunned that I had brought a woman in the house, but their natural curiosity got the best of them. I motioned for her to sit as I took out the chair from the desk. Ms. Henry looked around and made the comment that it was actually nice, and that it didn't look like what she expected a whorehouse to be. Millie and mom instantly turned hostile, but I smiled. I nodded to her and said that it was because my mom and sister normally slept here. She was stunned as she stuttered that she couldn't believe that I would even turn my own mother and sister into whores. She said that I was even viler than she thought. Mom and Millie were on her in a second, and I had to stop them from hurting her. Once they calmed down they did manage to straighten her out on the matter of their choices, and she couldn't believe what she heard. Once all the female chatter seemed ironed out I asked her what made her hide in my truck. I expected that Harry was getting even more aggressive, and she wanted to find a way out. I was mistaken, and the news that she had disturbed me more. It appeared that she had witnessed Harry doing a little creative work in the books, and that she knew that he had been stealing money. She told me that she had found travel brochures in his desk that morning, and when she asked about them, he fired her. It explained her actions and why he had been watching me so closely. I thought about it for a long time, and none of the girls said a word. I realized that we were all too quiet, and suggested that Mom and Millie show Ms. Henry around the house. They quickly set off for the back of the house. I guessed that they didn't want to be around me. I picked up the phone and called Andy. He was bustling with information about this and that, but I barely heard him. When he started to run down I asked him for Vince's phone number. He got very quiet, and I could tell that he was evaluating the situation, but he said to hold on a minute, and he would get the number. After I had written it down he asked me if there was a problem that he should know about. I considered telling him, but I didn't know who was reporting to whom, and I knew that Vince was about the top man that I had ever met. I said that it was not something that we needed to talk about, and that when the time came, I would tell him everything. He seemed happy with the arrangement, but quickly hung up the phone. I didn't hesitate before I dialed the number. One of Vince's men answered the phone. I had to give my name a couple of times, and he still didn't want to let me talk to Vince. I finally said that I was the man that put on the special shows for him, and that it was a business call. That seemed to make a difference and it was only a couple of minutes before Vince was on the line. He seemed in a good mood and was pleased that I had called him. He said that he had heard that I was working on a special project, and had waited to contact me until I was finished. I realized that Andy must have told him about Sue, and I smiled. I did wonder why he had asked me to do some work, and then never contacted me again. I smiled as I understood. I told him that I had just about finished that project, but that this call was a different matter. I told him that it was one that required some special attention from him personally; something of a business nature. He instantly got serious and there was no hint of any friendship in his voice; actually his voice sounded so hard that it was like talking granite. I knew that I had his complete attention. I told him that even though he had never said anything, I had heard that he had some interest in the local bank. I explained that I had Ms. Henry with me, and that she was Mr. Roger's secretary. Then I told him what she had said, and even though I didn't know for a fact if it was true, I said that I did believe what she told me. I said that I thought that he might be interested in investigating for himself. There was a long silence on the other end before he asked where I would be in a few hours. I told him that I would be at the farm, and reminded him of the last show that we had put on for him. He said that he remembered the place and I that he would be there in a few hours, and that I was to keep the girl with me at all times. I said that I would be expecting him, and asked if I needed to call Andy. He didn't answer me for a long time, and then he said that it wasn't necessary. He would talk to him later. He didn't even say good-bye, but the line went dead. I knew that some people would be answering some serious questions very soon. I found out that Ms. Henry's first name was Sally, and I explained that she was going to need to stay with me for a while. She didn't seem too happy about the news, but I explained that there were other people that wanted to hear her story, and that she was safer with me for the time being. She glanced around nervously and then nodded. Then I told her to strip and I thought that she was going to throw a tantrum, but I explained that I wanted her to change clothes with Millie. Anybody watching would think that she was Millie and they wouldn't look twice. Once she understood she didn't even turn around as she pulled her dress over her head. Mom and Millie gave me a look that wanted to know what I had been up to. I just smiled at them and pretended no to know anything. On the way to the farm I told her that no matter what she saw or heard, she was not to act like anything was out of the ordinary. She looked at me curiously and I explained that Sue would be there, and she shivered. I knew that she had met Sue before. I told her that Sue was a different person and that she had better act normal, or I would take a razor strop to her ass. She gave me a funny look, but I had too many other things on my mind to take any real notice. When we got to the house I felt better. Everything was just as it should have been. Sally shook Mary's hand and we went inside. When she saw Sue I could tell that she was surprised. Sue wasn't wearing a stitch of clothes and she didn't try to cover herself. She noticed the fact that she was naked and loved it. She was proud of her body and I could see that Sally checked her over thoroughly. We weren't in the house for more than five minutes before Sue was telling her proudly that she was a cock-sucking, pussy licking, dog fucking whore. Sally almost choked on her drink, but I smiled at Sue and showed her that I was pleased. I asked Sue to take a walk with me to the barn. She thought that she was in trouble as she started to cry, but I held her close and assured her that she wasn't. I told her that I had seen Harry that day and I wanted to know how she felt about going home again, since she had been with us for almost seven weeks. I wasn't prepared for her to drop down in front of me, with her arms wrapped around my legs and beg me not to send her home. She said that she only wanted to stay with me, and that she couldn't bare the thought of living with Harry again. I had her get up and told her to sit on one of the nearby work benches. When she was sitting I asked her, "Why don't you want to go home, and why would you want to stay with me after everything that I have put you through?" She looked at me for a long time before she answered me, "You have done a lot of things to me. And I have done a lot of things that I never did before, but I have only learned one thing in all the time that I have been here." I looked hard at her and waited for her to tell me. She was quiet when she started to talk again, almost like she was far away, and I had to strain to hear her. "The only thing that I have learned here is the truth. I have learned the truth about myself and I have learned to tell the truth about it. I like sucking and fucking cocks. I like licking and sucking pussy. And I really like having my pussy licked and sucked. And I like sucking and fucking dogs. Once I learned that I liked those things I learned to admit it to myself. Once I could admit that I liked them, then I new that I could say it to anybody, because it was the truth. But even then, I would never be able to say any of it, if it weren't for you. I love you." I started to say something, but she stopped me. She seemed determined to finish this now that she had gotten started. "Ever since I have been here; everyone has told me that you love them. Even after they eat pussies, fuck other men, or even fuck dogs you still love them. Anne even told me about the time that you held her with dog cum running out of her pussy and down your leg. Harry would never even touch me again if he knew that I had even fucked a dog, not that I would want him to. I have never loved him, and I have spent years trying to hurt him in every way that I could. I never knew what love was, or even happiness. The girls taught me what love is, and I have seen it every day that I have been here. I have been happy here, for the first time in my life. I know that you would never be able to love me like you do Mary, or Millie or Anne, but you don't have to. I will take anything that you will give me, as long as I know that you do care for me." She was quiet and I knew that she was waiting for me to answer. I had been looking at the ground between my feet. I had heard this before and I didn't know how much was what Sue was feeling, and how much was what the girls had been constantly feeding her. I did know that I loved her; she was right it wasn't like it was with Mary, Millie or mom. It was different, but it was there none the less. When I looked at her I could see that everything that she was depended on my answer. If I rejected her now, I didn't know what she would feel about herself. It wasn't about her training any more, but about her peace of mind. I motioned for her to come and sit in my lap. She was off the bench in a second and in my lap the next. I folded my arms around her as she snuggled deep into me. I looked down at her face and said, "You aren't going start drooling dog cum down my leg, are you?" She suddenly broke into a huge grin and we both began laughing. I told her that I did love her, and that there was some news that might have an affect on her life. She looked at me expectantly and I quickly outlined the situation with Harry, and Vince. She whistled when she asked what was going to happen, and I said that I honestly didn't know, but if things turned out for the worse then she would most likely be a widow soon. She considered my words for a while before she answered. She said that even though she didn't love Harry, she didn't want to see anything really bad happen to him, but no matter how it turned out, there was nothing that was going to change her commitment to me, or the girls. I knew then that she was going to be all right, no matter what the outcome. ------- Chapter 6 It was a little after seven o'clock when I heard the cars pulling up in the yard. There were three of them, and Vince was in the first. He was the only one to get out of the first car. In the second there were two men in the back, and in the front, but the driver stayed in the car. In the last car there were two men in the back, that got out and the six of them walked with a purpose to the house. I met them at the door and invited them in. Only a couple of them had any reaction to Sue at all. The others didn't see anything strange about a naked woman running around the house, serving wine and waiting on their every need. I introduced Sally to Vince, and they settled down to listen to her story. It was almost exactly what she had told me. I noticed that there was a little man that reminded me of Harry Rogers. He was a short little man that wore wire-rimmed eye glasses and had a nervous attitude. He seemed to jump every time someone made a movement. Once Sally finished her story, he seemed to come alive. He was the one asking pointed questions. He wanted to know what Harry had changed in the ledgers, and specifically what accounts were involved. He kept asking specific questions as he made notes in a ledger of his own. I grew bored with the whole affair and stood up to leave. I noticed that Vince and another man rose when I did, and we all headed for the kitchen. As we sat down at the table, Vince waved him back into the parlor. I guessed that he was used to being at Vince's side, he looked around the room a couple of times before he left. Vince shook his head, but I could tell that he was as used to having him around as breathing. I got up to get a bottle, and when I sat back down I poured Vince a glass of brandy. He coughed when it hit his throat, and I could tell that he had not expected the kick. He looked at his glass before he sipped from it again. He whistled after the strong liquor slid down his throat. He made a comment that it was harder to find anything aged, than it was to find a virgin in a whorehouse. I smiled and told him that it was only a twenty year old, but that I had some very special stuff that was almost a hundred. His eyes budged when he heard that. Prohibition had cleaned out almost all of the good stock and what was left came at a premium price. I just shrugged my shoulders, and he grinned at me as he finished the brandy. I was a little ashamed that it was still so rough, as I noticed that it scratched a little on the way down. Most of our brandy just slid down without a trace and hit you like a baseball bat. Vince said that he would love to see the root cellar, but it was then that the little man came in and nodded to Vince. Vince waved him in and told him to sit. I could see that the others were all standing at the doorway, but they didn't come into the room. Vince poured another glass of brandy and listened to the little man, as he told him what he thought. He made it clear that until he could see the books, that nothing would be certain, but from what he had heard that he suspected that there was something going on. Vince's face had changed back to that stone expression and his voice was hard when he spoke to nobody in particular to make arrangements to stay for a couple of days. I heard the telephone, and then somebody talking before Vince began his own questions. The little man seemed to squirm being under his gaze, but he answered him quickly and I knew that only the truth would leave his lips. Vince said that he wanted to know more about this Rogers and I heard feet moving in the parlor. I coughed politely and Vince turned his attention to me. I explained that Sue was Harry Roger's wife. Vince's eyes budged again, but he quickly recovered. He ordered everybody out of the kitchen, and said to send Sue in. As they were leaving, he looked at me and smiled, "I know quite a bit about you. I like to find out about people that surprise me, and that first night I met you, you surprised me. Since then you have surprised me more than anybody that I have ever met. I don't know how you do it, but don't try to tell me that you are just a poor dumb farm boy. I didn't buy it the last time, and I sure as hell don't buy it now." I shrugged and just gave him a little smile, and the stupid farm boy look. He barked a growl and slapped me on the arm. When Sue came in the kitchen, Vince sent a barrage of questions at her. She looked at me before she answered every one. Vince noticed, but he didn't say anything about it. When he had learned everything that he wanted to know about Harry Rogers he studied Sue closely, and she met his gaze. She was not easily intimidated, even sitting there with a house full of gangsters and she was naked as the day she was born. Vince asked her one last question, "Why are you telling me all this? You must know that we might even kill your husband. And don't look to Jason; I want to hear your answer." Sue wanted to look; I could sense it, but she made an effort to stare into Vince's eyes. Her voice was firm and strong, but it was also soft and quiet. "I have been married to Harry for almost twenty years. I have not loved him for one minute the entire time. My husband doesn't want me, he never did, but that doesn't matter, because now I am Jason's slut. I love him and I do what he says. If he told me to kill you, right here and now I would, even knowing that your men would kill me. If I had to, I would tear you throat out with my teeth, but one way or the other you would be dead. And if anybody ever tried to kill him, nothing on this Earth would stop me from killing them, and I mean nothing!" Her voice was as cold and emotionless as Vince's had been, and her face had a mad determination on it. Vince looked at her, but she didn't back down. Finally he smiled at her, "If I was going to kill him, I would kill all of you. Every one of you would try to do the same thing, especially Mary. But I have to admit, I feel the same way. I consider Jason a good friend. I haven't sat alone with anybody in a long time. In my business it is a good way to die." Sue smiled at Vince and I could see that they had found something in common, and I got the impression that Sue liked Vince. She smiled and blew him a kiss when she got up to leave. I told her give the men some more wine and she smiled at me as she got another bottle. When she left the room, Vince gave me a funny look. He said that before he left this time we needed sit down and talk. I shrugged, but didn't have anything to say. The men sat and chatted as they drank their wine. Vince and I were drinking brandy. I couldn't tell that this was anything but a social call, and all trace of any business was gone and nothing of it was mentioned by anybody. I guessed that was the way of their business; business was business, and personal was personal, and they never mixed the two. I didn't think that I could live like that, and I knew that I never wanted to try either. Vince showed up at the farm around noon, and I invited him to lunch. He sent his men into town. They made a lot of objections, and gave me a lot of looks, but Vince won the argument, and they left. We had a nice lunch, and Vince turned out to be a knowledgeable on a number of subjects, not related to his business. We sat and talked for a couple of hours, before Millie and mom said that they had to leave for town. Vince knew where they were going, and he smiled and wished them a good day, and hoped that it wasn't too hard. Mom looked at him with a big smile and said that she always had a good day and prayed that it would just stay hard. We all laughed. I took Sue with us to the root cellar. I told her to clean as Vince and I walked the length of the cellar. It covered the length of the whole barn. I showed him where it had been enlarged six times since it had been built. The stone floor was dusty and there was a layer of dust on all of the bottles. I showed him where we bottled the wine and the wax pot where were sealed the tops after they had been corked. I showed him how they were all put up by year and the farther we walked back in the root cellar, the older things got. I showed him the difference in the bottles as the years went by. He was fascinated by the bottles fifty years ago, as they had wire hinges on the caps. The wine only went back about fifty years, but the brandy casks went back a lot farther. I explained that it was like walking back and looking at my family tree. I could show him my father's bottles, and my grandfathers, and so on. I showed him how they signed the bottles with the date. As we were at the very back of the cellar we found an old cask that was dated in eighteen-thirty. It was now over a hundred years old. He held it reverently. I never knew that you could spend a couple of hours just looking at bottles and talking. I had never spent more than fifteen minutes at a time in here, but I found that day, that time had passed us by. We were walking back to the house when Vince started on another topic. "Jason, There is something that I have wanted to talk to you about for a long time; just about since I met you. Now seems as good a time as I'll ever get." I could tell that it was something serious, but it wasn't business. I stopped and turned to Sue, "Go get us a glass of brandy." We watched her go and Vince nodded as he began, "There is a young lady that I want you to train for me. I want you to turn her into the same type of woman as Sue is. One that I can trust with my life; and that will be as loyal to me as Sue is to you, and that will always be there for me." I could see that there was more but Sue was coming and we waited as she carefully handed us our glasses. I looked at Sue and told her to tell Vince what she was, and she didn't hesitate for a second to say that that she was a cock-sucking, pussy-licking, dog-fucking worthless piece of shit whore. Vince's eye got big, but I leaned down and kissed her and swatted her ass firmly as I sent her to the house to help Mary with dinner. I motioned to a bench that we like to sit on in the summer, and as we walked over to the bench I sipped my brandy. When we sat down I said to Vince, "I think that I know what you want. But I don't know how to help you. I only know of one lady that would do that for me, and that is Mary. She would be a slut or anything else that I want her to be. But that is because she wants to be that way. It is nothing that I have done. The others are different. They are sluts that love me, not ladies that I train to be sluts. They don't turn it on and off. It is never something that you can turn on and off. You have to decide what you really want, and be ready to live with your choices. And there is one other thing. Sue knows that she is a slut, and she know that one day I will put her in the whorehouse. She will do it without complaint. Just as she would do anything else, except one thing; she would not leave me. It would kill her if I sent her away. So you see, I can't train anybody for you. I can show you what you need to do, and help you, but if you want them to love you like that, you have to be the one training them. They have to bond with you." I looked to see what his reaction would be, but he just sat there mulling over what I had said. I knew that there was still more, or he would already have blown the idea off. "So, how long have you wanted your daughter?" I tried a stab in the dark, but it made sense to me. His head snapped around and he spilled some of his brandy. I could tell from his expression that I had guessed right. He sputtered and coughed and then he started to deny it, but I raised my hand and reminded him that I was the one that turned my own mother into a dog-fucking and horse-fucking slut. I said that I was the last person that he needed to worry about what I thought. He sat there and looked at me a long time, before he hung his head and said that it was his daughter that he was in love with. I nodded my understanding. We sat and sipped our brandy without speaking for a long time. When he did speak, it was halting and I could tell that he was still working things out as he went. "Her mother is a real bitch, and she is turning her into this social butterfly that has no conscience, and she is a constant liar. I catch her lying to me all the time. Her mother is so proud of her that it makes me sick. But god damn it, she is the only one that I have any feelings for. Why do you think that I pay so well to watch mothers and daughters, or to see anything that is unusual? I want to find anything that takes my mind off of her. I keep hoping that I will find some woman that I can love, like I can love her. She used to love me, and we were inseparable, then her mother started to turn her head. Now she won't stay in the same room with me." I could feel his pain, but there was nothing that I could do. I said the only thing that came to mind, "Sounds like you want to train the wrong one, and it sounds like it might already be too late." Vince suddenly laughed a deep roaring laugh. He said, "Yep, I should have trained that bitch a long time ago, and now it probably is too late, but I do want to train my daughter, before it is too late for her too." He looked at me with a determination that I had seen before. I looked at him and tried to explain, "Vince I know what you want, and you probably could do it, but training somebody that you love is harder than anything that you can imagine. If you aren't willing to turn your back on them, when they hurt, or even hurt them yourself you can never expect to get the job done. Think about that. You have to be willing to cause them pain and humiliation just to get what you want. Can you do that to your daughter; the one person that you really love? If you can't then don't start, because you will fail and she will probably end up hating you. If you start it, you have to finish it." I looked at him and he frowned. I could see that there was still some turmoil there. I suggested that we go in and have some dinner, and he could think about it. We were having dinner when Vince's men returned. I could tell that he would have been happy if they had never came back, but he sighed and I could see that he put on his business face. I doubted that even his men had ever seen the one that he had worn today. Both of us were surprised when four cars showed up. I recognized Andy's Ford in the rear. I guessed that he had arranged for their overnight stay. I was surprised when Sally Henry got out of one of the cars. My parlor was full once again, and Sue was busy being the perfect hostess; offering wine to everybody. She didn't offer any to Vince or me, and quietly came back with two glasses of brandy. Vince smiled his appreciation and I kissed her as I swatted her ass, and had her sit in the floor at my side. Mary was in the kitchen; I found that during times like these, she usually found someplace else to be. Sue on the other hand wanted to be no place, but at my side. The accountant, Rosenberg was his name I found out, had completed his business, with the help of Sally Henry. All of Harry's bookkeeping had been corrected. It turned out that Harry still couldn't stand up for himself very well. As soon as they confronted him he cracked like a cheap glass. He confessed everything, along with naming everybody involved. He produced the money and everything was now back to normal. Vince looked at me and asked if I wanted the job. I shook my head and asked Sally who the most honest and loyal person at the bank was. She didn't hesitate before saying that it was old Mr. Dodge. I thought about it for a minute and nodded to Vince. He told Andy to call Dodge and tell him that he was the new Bank President. I smiled when I thought of his face. He had been at the bank for more years than anybody could remember, and I thought that he deserved it. I felt that things were once again back to normal, when Sally surprised me by asking Vince if she could work for him in Chicago. He looked to me and I shook my head. She noticed the exchange and I saw her get mad. She suddenly turned to face me and demanded, "Why not? If it weren't for me you would have never known, you owe me. You know that you do. Is another job so much to ask?" I frowned and looked at Vince. I knew that he wanted to give her something, as she was right. But I couldn't allow it to happen. I leaned down to whisper in Sue's ear. Her expression never changed, as she left the room. I slowly got up and walked over to Sally. I knew that she remembered the first time that we had met in Harry's office. I wondered if she was still following her instructions. I ordered her to stand up. She looked around the room, but she found no help there. Everybody was waiting to see what I had in mind. She stood up slowly to face me. I ordered her to raise her dress. Once again she looked around the room, but still there was no help. She reached down and raised her dress to her waist. I looked to see that she wasn't wearing any panties. I smiled and she knew what I was smiling at. She was blushing furiously as tears of embarrassment ran down her face. I decide to drive a point home. I reached down and ran my fingers between her legs. She jumped, but she didn't move. I smiled as I said to her, "Well, I see that it still makes you nice and wet to show me your pussy. Doesn't it?" Her blush deepened a shade darker, and everybody in the room could easily see it. Rosenberg started to say something, but a look from me shut him up quickly, I added that he should not interfere with things that he didn't understand. Sue and Mary came into the room, and I knew that Sally saw them. I didn't have to turn my head to know what she was looking at. I stepped aside as Mary grabbed her by the hair, and Sue stripped her in seconds. Her dress around her waist made it simple. Before she knew what was happening she found herself on the floor in front of me. Mary was whispering in her ear as Sue opened the fly to my coveralls. When my cock sprang out Sally gasped. I think that a few of the men in the room made a sound too, but I couldn't be sure. Mary pushed her head forward and Sally opened her mouth. Mary didn't touch her any more as Sally's head bobbed on my cock. I wrapped my fingers through her hair and plunged my cock deep in her mouth. She gagged just as I expected, I eased off a second and then I slid it all the way down her throat. There were more sounds of dismay from around the room. I eased my cock back and plunged again. Then I started a slow and easy face fuck with her. Mary was telling her how to time her breathing and when to suck and before long she had the rhythm down and was giving me a first class blowjob. There were sounds of appreciation from around the room. I didn't even have to look to know that Sue was kneeling beside her with at least two fingers fucking in and out of her wet pussy. The sound and smell was obvious throughout the room. When I felt a pressure on my knee I knew that Sue was giving me a signal. I quickly pulled my cock out of her hungry mouth and pulled her to her feet. This also pulled her off of Sue's busy fingers. She looked at me with desperation in her face. I smiled as I turned her around and bent her over the sofa. Her knees were spread on the cushion and her head was lying on the top of the back. I had to bend down a little to line my hard cock up, but it slid easily into her hot wet hole. She gave a loud shudder of satisfaction as I plunged it home. She started driving her ass back at my cock and was soon doing most of the fucking as I stood there watching the faces of the men in the room. There was everything for open disbelief and shock, to rampant lust. Vince was just standing there smiling at me. I had a wandering thought, and was curious if I had surprised him again. She was grunting with each backward thrust and she was picking up the pace. I watched as Sue shoved her fingers into her mouth, and I knew that she was feeding her own pussy to her. She broke Sally's rhythm, but only for a second. Then she redoubled her efforts, and everyone could hear her slurping on Sue's fingers, and they all knew where they had been. There weren't any secrets here; we made sure that they all saw everything. When I was sure that she was on the verge of her orgasm, I pulled my cock from her pussy and firmly plunged it deep into her ass. She froze as she realized where my cock was. Mary and Sue were ready when she tried to climb over the sofa to get away, and firmly shoved her all the way back onto my hard cock, as I stood still. When she was completely impaled on my cock I wrapped my hand around her tiny waist and started stroking her hard clit. There was a groan loud enough to be heard all over the room. Her ass relaxed and I started to fuck her asshole, as I stroked her hot slippery clit. It was about the third or forth stroke that I felt her drive back against me again. I speeded up the action and she squealed her pleasure. It was then that I easily picked her up off of the sofa and held her trapped on my cock. Her shorter body would not allow her feet to touch the floor, so she was dangling in the air below me; suspended only by my cock and my arms holding her to me. In this position she couldn't find any leverage to move her ass either, and her frustration was driving her to beg for my cock. I turned her so that everyone in the room could see her face and the desperation she felt. I then sat on the sofa and released my hold on her. She immediately started a hard and deep pounding rhythm that shook her whole body with every downward thrust. I asked her, loud enough for everybody to hear, if she wanted me to cum in her ass. She didn't answer me but kept driving toward her orgasm. I wrapped my arms back around her and once again held her to me, so that she couldn't move. I found it extremely difficult as she was driven by desperation. I asked her again, and this time she quietly said yes. I told her that if she wanted her orgasm then she would have to tell the whole world that she wanted my hot juice up her ass. She groaned with embarrassment and frustration but she suddenly shouted as loud as she possibly could, "Yes God damn it, I want your fucking cum deep in my horny fucking ass!" I smiled as I released her and she resumed a frantic fucking pace, driving my cock deep into her ass on every stroke. She panted and grunted her way closer to her orgasm and I knew that I would blow my spunk before she made it. As I unloaded into her tight clasping hole I saw bright lights fill my eyes. When she felt my load deep in her ass she started bucking out her own orgasm, I noticed that she was yelling again, "Yes! Shoot that hot fucking juice up my ass! Make me cum on your hard cock! Oh Yessssssss..." she trembled and heaved against me as she shuddered through her own orgasm. I sat as Mary and Sue gently pulled her off, she didn't even realize what was going on when they put her on her knees in front of me. I watched as they opened her mouth and fed my cock to her. She started sucking automatically, before she knew what was going on. It was what they wanted. Sue was whispering in her ear as she stroked her pussy, and before I even knew what was happening she was swallowing my cock again. As I looked around the room I couldn't see a single hard cock. Every one of them had already unloaded on the floor. It looked to be a real mess. I pulled Sally's head from my semi-hard cock and looked at the men in the room. I then looked at Vince as I said, "The reason that I didn't want her with you in Chicago was because it would only be a matter of time before she betrayed you. As you can see she is only partly trained, and she responds to anybody of authority, but she isn't loyal to anybody, yet. I need to finish her training, before she can be trusted. She was Roger's secretary, but she betrayed him. She is only loyal to her own ass, and you might be able to tell that she will betray that, if she wants something bad enough." Vince looked at me, and nodded. The other men looked sheepish around the room. I could tell that they weren't used to my ways. I snapped my fingers and Mary and Sue looked immediately to me. I pointed to the floor, "There seems to be a mess on the floor. I assume that you know somebody to clean that up?" They smiled at me and pushed Sally on her way. When she started to get up, Mary grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back down; slapping her solidly across the face. When she got to the cooling spunk on the floor she hesitated and Sue picked up the reins and roughly shoved her face down into the strings of spunk. I turned back to the men, ignoring the activity as I walked to the door. I held it as each of them walked through. I followed Vince out, as he was the last to go through. None of them would look me in the eye and quickly moved away form me. I found it amusing. I mentioned it to Vince, and laughed when he told me that at that moment they probably feared me more than any other man on Earth. I couldn't understand why and told him so. He looked to see if I was serious before he answered me, "Most of these men could kill their own mother, but to turn her into a groveling slut before their very eyes, in a matter of minutes; that scares them. It is something that they can't begin to comprehend. So they fear you." He led me over to the lead car, and was about to get in when he stopped and turned to me. "About that other matter, I want to do it. Just let me know when you can come to Chicago." I stopped him before he could get in the car. I could see that he wanted to make a fast getaway, now that he had decided on a course of action. I told him, "It can't be done in Chicago. It must be done here. It's the middle of November, and I can't possibly be finished with Sally before the first of the year. And this place isn't big enough to handle everybody. So I am at a loss as to what to tell you." Vince smiled at me and said, "I fix problems, and I haven't heard anything yet that I can't fix. So the only question is; when is the right time?" He seemed to enjoy the problems that I outlined, and I guess that it was more that he had something to deal with, more than anything else. I thought about a few things and said, "I think spring would be best, if you can wait that long?" He smiled and told me that he had waited for years, and a few months more wouldn't matter. I saw Sue coming out of the kitchen and saw that she was carrying the present that I had sent her for earlier. When she got to me, I took it and sent her back inside. It was getting too cold for her to be out a night without clothes, but she had refused to wear anything unless I ordered her to. I shook my head as she headed back to the house. I gave Vince the present and he honestly looked like he was going to cry. He put it inside the car and as he got in the car, and told me quietly over his shoulder, "I'll probably need that much time just to get ready to handle my part." I nodded a he closed the door, and watched as the line of cars slowly made their way back down the road. I was still thinking about Vince when I noticed that I wasn't alone. I turned to see Andy patiently waiting for me. I didn't know how well he had fared in the whole business, but I figured that it was time to face the music. I said, "Well, I hope that I didn't cause you too much trouble." He looked at me with big eyes as he stammered, "Trouble? You don't know what trouble is, not if he had gotten away with it. Jesus, I was lucky that they didn't blame me! I'm responsible for this area. They even said that my people did a good job of taking care of things. I couldn't tell them that you weren't one of my people, but just a friend. But Jesus man, why didn't you tell me what was going on?" He stood there looking at me, and I just shrugged my shoulders, I was finding that I was doing that a lot these days, and I didn't like it. "I didn't know who I could trust. So, I didn't trust anyone." I walked past him and toward the house. Andy fell in beside me, "I'll tell you that you really saved my ass, and no matter what you ever need, I'll do it for you." I nodded as I started up the steps. I felt like that had been a long day, and I just wanted it to be over. I guess that Andy could tell from my actions that I was tired and he told me that he would call tomorrow as he headed back toward his own car. When I stepped into the warm house I saw that Sally had done a good job of cleaning the floor. I looked around but I didn't see them in the parlor, so I went into the kitchen and I found Mary and Sue each in a chair with Sally busy between Mary's legs. It looked like she was really enjoying her work so I made a comment to that affect. She blushed furiously and Mary hit her with a wooden spoon. She instantly resumed her work with renewed vigor. I leaned down and kissed Mary and then I kissed Sue, I told them that I was very tired and that I was going to bed. Before I left I had a thought, I turned to Mary and told her that Sue could sleep with us tonight, as her room would be busy. Sue had a dreamy expression her face as I turned to head to bed. I just wanted sleep. Sally's training started in earnest the following morning. With mom and the girls and even Sue's help I knew that I wasn't needed. Without a winter crop, I found myself with nothing to do. I ended up in the workshop. I decided that I was going to need a couple of new collars. It had been something to control mom, but it had gotten out of hand. I decided that if they were all going to want one, and wear them everywhere then it was a reflection on me and I wanted them to look nice. I chose the best piece of black leather that we had and set out to work on it. When I told Mary she thought it was a great idea, and she helped me get their measurements, without their knowing. I made a trip to town, and the only jeweler in town was Mr. Jennings, and he looked as thin as a church mouse. I explained what I wanted and he showed me some very nice gold plates. I decided on the one that I liked and told him that I wanted four of them. He was amazed, but he didn't argue. I could tell that business had not been so good, and asked him how much the shop was worth. He seemed a little hesitant, but when he gave me the price I realized that I knew nothing about this business. I was deep in thought while he engraved the things that I asked for. He might have been shocked, but a sale prevented him from saying anything. When he was finished I asked how business had been, and he looked like I had just punched him in the stomach. He told me that he couldn't stay in business much longer, and the occasional wedding rings from poor kids getting married couldn't put food on the table. I asked if he would consider a partner. I would buy a half interest in the store, and that would keep him running. I didn't know if I had insulted him or not, until he reached out his hand. Before I took it I told him,"I will have somebody going over the books, and keeping an eye on things. It was going to be run strictly on the up and up." He smiled and said that it would be an honor, but before I shook his hand I asked if he knew who I was, and he nodded. I asked if he knew what business I was in, and he seemed embarrassed, but once again he nodded. I asked if he had a problem with me as a partner. He assured me that as long as it was an honest business, he had no problems with me as a partner. I reached out and shook his hand. I told him to meet me at the bank the following day and we would sign some papers and I would pay cash. I paid for my purchase and left. I stopped by the bank and talked to Mr. Dodge, he seemed very happy with the new arrangement. He ran everything in a professional manor. I explained my business deal and he approved of the arrangement. I asked if he would have one of his people write up the agreement. I didn't know if he was aware of my involvement in his new position, or not but he didn't bat an eye when he said that it would be an honor. I told him that we were meeting there to sign the papers, and I would to need to withdraw the money from my account. He checked my account, and I asked him to check it again when I found that I had a lot more money in there than I should have. It turned out that somebody made a deposit in my name the day before, and that it was no mistake. I nodded and headed back to the farm. It took me three more days before I was finished with my new surprises. I was happy with Sally's progress. She readily admitted that she was a cock-loving and pussy-loving slut, but she still had a problem admitting that she had ever been fucked by a dog. I told everyone that we were having a family get together that night, and that the whorehouse was going to be closed. I told them that I wanted all of them here, and I also wanted all of the dogs from the whorehouse here as well. Mom knew instantly that something was up, but she didn't let on. That evening I started out by shocking them all. I had mom and Millie and Sue all on the sofa. I walked in and without any preliminaries I marched right up to them and demanded their collars, and I held out my hand. Mom and Millie outright cried as they took them off. Sue looked so stunned that she couldn't move and mom had to help her. When I had all three in my hand I turned and threw them in the fireplace. Millie screeched when they hit the blazing fire. I turned back to them and there wasn't a dry eye anywhere to be seen. I demanded that they stop that ridiculous crying and I heard sniffles and sobs as they tried to comply with my demand. I looked them in the eye very hard before I continued. I said, "Since you are determined to be my property, I will not have you wearing something that looks like that. It embarrasses me. So I have something here that won't embarrass me, and I think that you will like it as well." I turned to Mary and she handed me mom's collar. I held it out to show her and her hands flew to her face. I could tell instantly that she liked it. I let her admire it as I showed Millie and Sue their collars. They all were crying with joy now. I explained that they were made of black leather that had been tanned and treated until it was as soft as velvet. And on the front of each one was a gold plate that was engraved with the term that they themselves had chosen. Mom had 'Dog Slut' and Millie had chosen 'Jason's Bitch' and lastly Sue and selected 'Jason's Slut'. I ordered Mom to stand and fastened it around her neck, and then I did the same with Millie and Sue. When I was finished they were all sitting as proud as a bitch over a new brood of puppies. That brought me back to the other part of the family get together. I told them that by the end of the night Sally was going to admit that she loved dog cock, or we would have to try something else, as she simply refused to even admit that a dog had ever fucked her little ass. Mom was the first to grasp the meaning of my statement, when she said, "Well we have plenty of dogs to do the job. She might not be able to sit tomorrow, but she will have to admit that she had been fucked, especially when Wolfgang gets through with her." Millie and Sue figured out the purpose of the family get together and were both all smiles. I told them that I wanted a lot of comments out loud all during the fucking. I wanted her to have to admit that it was happening and that she was doing it. And every time she got off I wanted a big production made of it. She would not be able to say that she didn't like it. I sent Millie and Sue to put the spreader on her and to get her ready. I then sent mom for old Blue. I wanted to start out with something that she was familiar with, and from there was Rex and Toby and Wolfgang, and then she could give seconds of any and all. I also told them that if they wanted to have their pussy eaten, then feel free to crawl under her and use her to their hearts content, as long as they didn't interfere with the dog fucking. Sally begged us to stop it the whole time that Blue was fucking her, and flatly refused to clean the floor. I was discouraged but mom just smiled and went to bring in Rex. When Sally saw that mom had another dog she began to wail. After Rex was finished, even mom had to admit that it wasn't looking good. I told them to forget Toby and go straight to Wolfgang. If that didn't do it we were just going to have to admit that she was not affected by the dogs, at least not in a good way. Sally almost wouldn't stop screaming when she saw Wolfgang. When he sank into her pussy she started begging immediately, and I was sure that it was a looser. He was about half way through with her when I heard the first change. At first I thought that it was just my imagination, but then I heard it again. I motioned to get every bodies attention. I made a motion to show that they should listen and soon enough they heard it. Mixed in with her begging was a moan. She might have been doing it all along, but I hadn't heard it. Mom jumped up and ran to the kitchen. I was hoping that she had a good idea, when she returned she stood in front of Sally and jerked her head up by the hair. Sally's mouth was open and mom stuffed it with a rag and tied the gag in her mouth. I didn't understand, but instantly I understood. Without the begging and screaming she couldn't hide her grunts and groans of passion. Mom leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I've got you now you tricky bitch, you won't be able to hide it any more. You are even more of a dog slut than I am, you fucking hypocrite." I saw the tears in her eyes, but she couldn't hide the orgasm that ripped through her body. We all cheered and told her how well she did. She spent most of the night with one dog and then another. Her pussy was flaming red when we removed the spreader. I removed the gag and asked her, "Well are you a dog fucker now, or do we need to start all over again to prove it to you?" She looked around the room at each of us, and then she said in a loud clear voice, "OK, you win. I am a dog fucking slut, just like Anne said. Now does that make you happy to hear me say it?" I looked at her and said no that it didn't, but once she could admit to herself that she did enjoy it, and then I would be happy. She blinked a few times and then said that it should have been obvious that she did enjoy it. I smiled and said that she needed to think about that for a while, and I sent her off to bed. The next morning she didn't have slut training, I allowed her to rest. She was still in the harness and couldn't get to her pussy. With nothing to do but think and with all of the sex that she had been getting; then a day of rest was almost torture. Her body throbbed with need. Besides I had decided that it was time for Millie to have her day with the dogs. She was quivering with anticipation as we brought in Rex first. Even though it was something new for Millie, she took all Rex had and was begging for more. I thought that I was listening to mom, and realized that she had been for months. I ordered Wolfgang next, and that seemed to satisfy her craving. He was huge and he plowed her like a virgin on her twelfth birthday, which was still a few months away for her. He growled and thrust like a mad dog, and Millie groaned and thrust back at him just as hard. I could see the admiration in mom's eyes as she fucked him harder than mom ever had. I wonder if she would be able to keep these two apart long enough to get any herself. It was just as Millie collapsed that I heard the truck. I looked out to see four big trucks rolling down the road. I wasn't surprised when they pulled in, but I was surprised when they didn't turn around. I went out to see what was happening when I found out that they had been sent from Chicago, and they were here to build a house. They had they plans, the equipment and enough materials to get started. All they wanted to know was where they were suppose to build. I considered the situation and picked out a spot. That was the start of my troubles. I couldn't turn around without somebody wanting to know this and that. Sally's training continued and she still had to use the outhouse, just like the workers. She was not permitted to wear clothes, even to go to the outhouse. As soon she was in there some workman picked that time to need to go. Sue took over Millie's job at the whorehouse. Millie quickly became a favorite with the customers. Mom got a break and concentrated on the shows. We didn't have to close anymore when shows were required. A few weeks later we got Sally off of the restraining belt, and she started to make good progress. At some point all of them had seen everything that she had to offer the world. More than once I caught one of them trying to take advantage of her. I beat one man so badly that they had to carry him to the hospital, and that was almost an hour away. That stopped a lot of the problems, but there was always another one that thought that he could get away with it, or that he could take me. A few broken noses and a cracked jaw later and Sally could lie down on her back with her legs spread and they would have kept on working without a second glance. I wouldn't let her do that, as it would have been unfair to the workers. It doesn't always take a house to fall on you to learn. It continued until Christmas before I got a break. The work crew headed home for the holidays and we were left in peace. It was during the Christmas break that I closed the whorehouse and everybody got to rest at home. We celebrated Christmas and our love for each other. The dogs weren't forgotten either. Even old Blue managed to get it up a few times, as Sally had been keeping him fucked out. It was the morning of Christmas Eve that Sally said that she had an announcement to make. Got on her knees in front me and expressed her love for me and asked if she could have her collar. I said that I didn't know about that as I wasn't sure what should be put on it yet. Everyone else had selected their own inscription. Sally didn't hesitate when she told me, 'Property of Jason'. I was surprised, but I accepted it. I slipped away that afternoon and met Mr. Jennings at the jewelry shop. I had called him that morning and asked if he could do a rush engraving for me. He said that he would meet me. It only took him twenty minutes, and I noticed that he had put on a little weight. He said that life had gotten better since we were partners, and he felt that he might just make it through this depression after all. I tried to pay him for his work, but he refused, he said that it was a Christmas present. He also said that he wished that he could do more, but I told him nonsense, that we were just business partners. We shook hands and I headed back home. That night I made a big production of putting on Sally's collar. She cried and the others girls all gathered around and congratulated her on how beautiful she looked in her new collar. The week between Christmas and New years was a hell of a week. There was so much sucking and fucking that I was sorry that I closed the whorehouse. They were all constantly involved in something. The only time that they weren't sucking and fucking was when they were asleep, and once I found Sue and Mille fast asleep in a sixty-nine position, and I swear that in their sleep they were both still licking pussy. One would start and the other would start and I watched them both have an orgasm and then they started snoring again. It was scary to watch, and I thought that they would kill the dogs, but I was sure that I would die first. They all fucked and sucked me so much that I couldn't get hard most of the time. One morning I came out of the kitchen with my coffee and found all five of them lying in a circle, licking each others pussy. I sat on the sofa and watched the show. It was so exciting that I had a hard on that didn't go down even after Sue and Millie had both fucked me. But all good things come to an end. And new years signaled the return to business for us all. I put Sally in charge of the book keeping at the whorehouse and moved Sue into the business. We just about eliminated the wait, unless there was a special request, or somebody was busy. I also had Sally going over the books of the Jewelry shop, and I had her regularly checking things out. She reported that Mr. Jennings was very honest, and I was glad to hear that. The workman showed back up and once again I was in hell, but at least they were making progress, and it looked like one day that they would get finished. That day came almost a month later. They reported that they had finished and were ready to leave, but I told them to wait. I went over everything and made then clean up here and there. I checked out everything. When I was satisfied, I said that they could leave. As Mary and I walked through the new house I couldn't believe it. I had never considered myself above material things, but I knew that I didn't need them to be happy. Every wall was smooth and white, and the electrical sockets were even inside the walls. The plumbing was hidden in walls and inside cabinets. The bathtub spray-head was even in a glass room by itself. You could get in there and spray yourself down and not one drop of water would get on the floor. You didn't even have to go outside to go into the root cellar. There was a door in the kitchen that led right down into the cellar. When we got down there I found a huge gas heater that heated the whole house at the same time. I couldn't imagine how much that it would cost to use it, but I figured that it would be terrible. When we got to the kitchen Mary almost had a fit. The floors were some type of stone, but they were polished so smooth that they looked like a mirror. A quick wipe and anything was cleaned off in an instant. All of the counters had that same type of stone covering. The pantries all had doors and everything looked just alike. The refrigerator didn't have a coil on top; it was behind it, and it was almost three times as large as the one that we bought. They had dug their own well, and put in their own septic system and even ran their own gas lines. The only thing that they used was the electricity and the phone lines. They worked in both houses. I didn't know what to think. I was even more confused the next day when two more big trucks arrived and they started hauling in furniture, rugs, pictures and even lamps and stuff. I didn't want to get in the way, but I was curious about everything. It took them about three hours and there was always another truck waiting in the yard. When one drove off, another took its place. I didn't know how many trucks really showed up, but I thought that it was about four or five. There seemed to be three people that stayed until everything was done, and they seemed to be the ones that knew where everything went. When everything was done, one of them came over and asked me to sign a piece of paper. I asked what it was, and he told me it was a delivery receipt that showed that the work had been done. I looked it over, but it didn't have a price on it anywhere. When I asked about it, he said that was because it was already paid for. I signed and he left with the last truck. Mary was outside the house the second they were on the road. I smiled because I knew that she had been watching everything going on. She probably didn't get a bit of work done, but I didn't worry as I hadn't either. The place looked totally different with furniture in it. When we went in there was a little hallway, on one side there was a big parlor and on the other there was a library of some sort, at least there was more books than there was in the library in school. On down the hallway was another big parlor, but it looked like it was more homey or at least it looked like you would rather be in it rather than the other one. Then there was the kitchen and a bathroom. Then there was a small bedroom off of the kitchen. When we went upstairs there were five bedrooms. Every one of them looked like they came out of the sears catalog. There were beds and chairs and lamps on the tables and pictures on the walls. It looked just like somebody had left and would be back at any minute. It kinda gave me the creeps. Mary felt it too, but we both knew that it was ours. I called Vince that afternoon. He was glad to hear the construction was done, and that everything had been delivered. I told him that I wasn't sure about it. It looked kinda rich for my taste. He laughed and told me to move in, right now. It was mine, no matter what happened. He said that when he got there he would use the little house, but he wanted the phone removed from the little house. I thought that was strange, but I said that I would do it. He asked if I had a specific date yet. I thought about it and told him April twentieth. He smiled and said that it was a good time, and that he would be there. I told him that while he was here he had to dress like a local. That meant coveralls, and work boots. He said that he wasn't sure that his tailor knew how to make them. I laughed and told him that he would have to get them off the rack, or from the sears catalog. I heard him laughing like he had that day on the bench and hoped that while he was here I heard that sound a lot. ------- Chapter 7 April came so fast that I wasn't even aware that it was April until Mary reminded me that I needed to go over the old house and make sure that everything was in tip-top shape. I spent three days getting everything ready and changing washers in the faucets. I lit the water heater and got everything all in working order. I pulled mom and Sue home to help me clean and fix up the beds. When everything was in first class shape I sat down with Mary, mom and Sue and told them that I decided on them for the initial training, unless they thought one of the other girls would be a better choice. They said that they could handle it, but Millie loved the job so much and I should have her in on the training. I was considering it, when Mary said that she would take over for Sally at the house and Sally could handle things until Millie was back. I asked her if she was sure and she just waved me away and went to make a phone call. An hour later Millie was there and I went over the training plan for Vince's arrival. I wasn't sure when he would arrive, but I was fairly sure that it would be around noon. I wanted her first day to be long and exhausting, but I didn't want to hit her with the dogs too fast. I wanted her humiliated in every way that they could think of, including the outhouse. I also stressed to them it was Vince who was to be her owner, not me. So don't even try to let her build any relationship with me. I am just a tool in the process, if I have anything to do with her at all. This show belonged to Vince. They all understood the arrangement, and we were ready. I had each of them go over anything that they would need and make sure that it was ready. I also stressed that we would be staying at the old house until her training was complete. The new house was for people not involved in the training process. Millie asked where we were all going to sleep. I smiled and told her that it would be Mary's old room. I had replaced the bed with the biggest that I could find, and that it covered almost the whole room. We might have to crawl into it, but it would hold us all. It was close to two when I heard the car on the road. I knew that it could only be one person. I called to the girls and warned them that Vince was coming up the road. I knew that they were looking out the window, without even bothering to turn around. They wanted to get a look at what they had to work with. The car stopped a few feet from me, and Vince got out. He opened the rear door and a very beautiful young lady stepped out. She was about five foot five inches with hair so black that it almost looked blue in the afternoon sun. It was in some kind of curly type of hairdo with a little hat on the side of her head. Her eyes looked to be the same color as her hair, black with flacks of blue in the light. Her skin was a creamy white and I guessed that she was about sixteen, and she looked lean and lanky. Her makeup was perfect and her outfit was probably made for her at a shop in Europe. I whistled when I saw her and knew why Vince was in love with her. The most distracting thing about her was her constant smacking on chewing gum. It drove me nuts in a matter of seconds. Vince had to grab her by the wrist and almost drag her around to meet me. I had been sitting on the porch steps and as I stood her head moved upwards, I kept going when her head stopped. She was looking as far up as my neck, and gave up trying to see my face and went back to smacking her gum. I gritted my teeth. Vince tried to introduce me, but she was ignoring him. I saw his temper flare, but he put it in check. I ask him,"Vince, do you mind if I handle this?" He blinked a few times and nodded to her as he threw up his hands. I smiled and nodded to him as my right hand shot out and slapped her as hard across the face as I could manage. She tumbled to the ground in a heap. She was stunned as she looked at me, then she screeched to Vince to kill me quick, that I had assaulted her. I saw Vince's hand go under his coat, but it came out empty. I was glad; it was still the most dangerous part of this whole thing. I reached down and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. When she was standing again she tried to kick me, I didn't move and it did hurt, but I ignored the pain and slapped her again. She kicked and I slapped. She didn't kick the next time. I smiled as she had figured out the game. I told her to spit out the gum. She tried to look in my face, and she spat the gum at me. I smiled and slapped her twice. I then told her to strip. She looked at me like I had lost my mind. I decided that this was the part that required a woman's touch. I called to Millie and Sue. They were there before I could blink. I handed her over to them and told them that she was refusing to strip. They smiled at her and quickly hustled her in the house. When I looked at Vince I saw the gun in his hand, and he was trembling. I smiled and asked if he was going to shoot me now. He seemed confused and looked down to see the gun in his hand. He quickly put it back in his coat. I asked him if he had a middle name and he replied that it was Edward. I said that from now on, while he was at the farm, his name was Ed. He looked repulsed at the idea, so I continued. "You see Ed is a local boy. He wears coveralls and boots, and he doesn't carry a gun. He does what he has to, and no matter what he does, it has nothing to do with Vince." Vince looked at me for a few minutes then he nodded. I told Vince that he should park his car in the barn, and leave his gun in the car. If he wanted to change, it would also be a good time. He was just getting in the car when I told him. "Hey Ed, around here we don't wear nothing under our coveralls, and when we dress up fancy we put on a T-shirt with our coveralls." He smiled as he got in the car and it disappeared into the barn. About five minutes later Ed came walking out. He had a large paper sack under his arm. When I nodded at the sack, he said that it was his clothes, and I laughed and said that he didn't have to be that local, a suitcase was seen in town every once in a while. He grinned and shrugged his shoulders. I suggested that we sit on the steps a while and Ed sat beside me. I asked if he had gotten a handle on his part of things, and he replied, "I thought that I had, but just then I realized that I have a problem." I nodded, and asked Ed, "This is none on my business, but I have seen you instantly lose all emotion and I know that you could kill somebody without a moment's hesitation, how do you do that?" He shrugged his shoulders and said that it was 'just business' and that business required that. I nodded and asked him how much her clothes cost and he had a viscous laugh and said that they costs more than that house, pointing to the hew house. I whistled and asked if she had ever paid him for the clothes. Once again he snorted and replied, "Are you kidding me?" I smiled and asked him, "Well, isn't that the same as stealing from you, and isn't that business?" He looked at me for a long time and I saw wheels clicking and turning. Suddenly his face went expressionless and he smiled a hard smile. He said, "Yea, I guess that is stealing, in a way. And you are right, nobody steals from Vincent" I stopped him by holding up my hand. I reminded him, "As long as you wear those clothes you are Ed, not Vince. This is Ed's business. Vince has his own to worry about." He smiled and nodded, "Yea, this is Ed's business, and I don't like people stealing from me either." I nodded my approval. I explained to Ed that the training day had been set up to be humiliation, in every way that any of us could think of. It was critical that she be thoroughly humiliated and made do things that she found completely embarrassing. I didn't want to get too deep today, but I have to warn you that tomorrow I will let the dog on her. That is something that she would find humiliating and the more people that watch, the more of an effect that it will have. You will have to keep a tight rein on your emotions, and believe that we know what we are doing. He nodded and said that he was ready and that he would do whatever needed done. I smiled and said that we needed to get him settled in. I looked to see how far the girls had gotten and was amazed to see that she was naked and busy eating Millie's pussy. I stopped and asked if she was doing a good job, and she tried to stop. Millie landed a vicious blow on the side of her face with the wooden spoon and I cringed. She ignored it and begged, "Daddy please, look what they are making me do. Please help me, make them stop!" I was amazed when Ed looked her in the face and said, "If you don't do a good job I will work you over twice as bad as they do." She was stunned and she allowed her head to be pulled back into Millie's wet hole. I calmly asked what her name was and Sue told me that it was Carmen. I announced that we would call her Carry. I then led the way to the master bedroom. I helped Ed put his things away. I explained that he should never threaten her at all. He should say things that would drive home the point of what she was going and that she liked it, such as, "Why would I want to stop it, you seem to be having so much fun. Or you might say Honey I would, if I really thought that you wanted me too. Maybe you could say, Well honey I would but you look so sexy sitting there without any clothes and your head buried in this girl's pussy." Ed listened closely and nodded that he understood. Then he said, "Ok, no threats, but what if she threatens me?" I looked at him and said, "What could she threaten you with? Telling somebody what happened? That's no problem, just agree with her; something like, honey I agree with you, you should tell everybody that you were sitting on the floor with no clothes on, sucking a girl's pussy. No matter how you want to say it, it will still come out sounding like she is a slut." Ed had an evil smile on his face as he nodded his head. He told me that he could see why none of the women would ever want to admit what happened, even if they weren't trainable. I nodded as we went back to the kitchen. Carry was working on Sue and there were a number of red welts on different parts of her body. I realized that she was younger than I had first thought. I guessed that it was the clothes and the makeup. I also noticed that she was even thinner than I had suspected. I could count every rib on her side. I asked Ed why she was so thin and he looked like it was the first time that he had ever seen her. He frowned as he studied her gaunt body. I could see a cloud of anger rising and motioned for him to walk with me outside. As we went out he fumed and stomped his feet. "That is her mothers work. She used to have a perfect body, not too fat and not sickly looking. Her mother started on her saying that she was fat and that nobody would love her if she wasn't thin. I never saw her without clothes since then, I never knew. She never even lets me hold her any more." I nodded and patted his shoulder, and I assured him that we would get her back to a good weight. Her own appetite would handle that. He didn't seem convinced, but I was certain that it would not be a problem. After we walked for a while we went to check on Carry again. I suggested that we sit and watch. I explained that our presence would humiliate her farther, no matter what was going on. When we got back in the kitchen I was surprised to find that Carry was alone in the floor, with the spreader between her legs and one hand was belted over one tit and the other was belted into her hairy pussy. I was surprised that she had so much hair; all I could see was her pink slit. I knew that her clit was there somewhere, but I couldn't see it. She was masturbating. She stopped when we came in. I asked if Ed would like a glass of brandy, and he readily accepted. He thanked me many times for the cask of sixty year old brandy that I had given him before he left. He told me that he had sold a single glass for more than five thousand dollars. He said that it was the best brandy that he had ever had, and it was as smooth as silk all the way down. I was amazed, and asked if I had heard right, "A single glass for five thousand dollars?" He laughed that rich deep laugh and told me that he would have sold more, but he just couldn't bear to part with it, but he wanted to show off a little. Now it was put away where nobody could get at it. I shook my head and told him that this was only forty years old, but it would have to do. He had a gleam in his eye that said that he would have spent as much for a glass of it himself. I poured a couple of glasses and we sat and watched Carry. She was acutely aware of our presence and refused to move. Millie took care of that and a few welts later Carry was busy rubbing her little clit while she blushed a crimson red. I could see that Ed was enjoying the show and his brandy. This was a good year, and it was smooth as velvet, but I wasn't sure which one he enjoyed more. Dinner was an experience. The girls replaced Carry's straps for the waist strap and secured her hands to her waist. They left the spreader, and I couldn't understand why. When I pulled Millie aside later she told me that having her legs spread was embarrassing to her, so she would wear the spreader until it didn't bother her any more. I suggested something else that they might do and she got an evil grin on her face, as she said that I was brilliant. I didn't think so, not compared to the things that these girls did. I went back to sit down at the table, but when Carry saw the plate that Millie put in front of her she looked repulsed. Millie stated quite clearly, so that everybody could hear, "You will eat as much as I think that you need, or I will turn you over and shove it up your ass. Then I will belt this plug in place just so you won't be tempted to get rid of anything." She was holding a huge wedge shaped plug and it had a belt strap in it. I was afraid that they would actually do it. I guess that Carry was too as she dutifully ate each bite that Millie fed her. At least until she said that she was going to be sick. Millie evaluated how much she had eaten and said that it was pretty good for the first time. After Dinner Ed and I went for a walk. He had a couple of cigars and we sat on the porch and smoked cigars and sipped brandy as the sun set. He was telling me how relaxing everything was, when there were screams from inside the house. We looked at each other and I made a comment that the cigars were very good and we discussed the merits of the cigars, until the screams were suddenly choked off in mid scream. I turned to look again, and decided that I didn't want to know. We were just going back inside when we encountered Carry and Millie on their way to the outhouse. Carry had tears streaming down both cheeks and we saw that the girls had shaved her pussy. It looked as smooth as a baby's butt, and Carry wouldn't meet our eyes as she quickly hurried past. As she waddled to the outhouse I said to her, "A smooth pussy makes you look years younger." She burst into a new fit of tears as she waddled faster. Ed grinned as I held the door open for him. We decided to go into the parlor and listen to the radio, as I had grown quite fond of a mystery program. When Carry got back Millie put her on the floor facing us. She couldn't stop crying as we all stared at her shaved pussy. Everyone, including Ed told her how good and exciting her pussy looked. I was sure that she didn't believe us, but she did stop crying after a short while. All evening the girls complimented her on how good her pussy looked and how pretty she was. It didn't take too long before she was sitting proudly and I thought that she was actually trying to find a position to show more of her body to us. When it was time for bed Carry was in a good mood again, and she was almost comfortable showing us her pussy. I knew that in a short time she would get a lot of pleasure just from showing us her body. She was not happy to find that she was to sleep leashed to the bed and that the spreader was going to be left in place. But when she found that her hands were also to remain buckled to her side she threw a fit. It was Millie that told her, "Look if you want to play with your hot little pussy all you have to do is ask, but don't think that you can pull anything over on us. We have all played the same game that you are playing. The only difference is, we have grown up." Millie slid her fingers through Carry's pussy and brought her fingers to her mouth. As she left the room she was sucking her fingers and telling her that she sure tasted good. We were lying in bed and mom said, "God, I always hated that thing. It used to drive me crazy having my legs spread like that all night. The cool air hitting my hot pussy, it was almost enough to make me scream." I noticed that Sue shuddered, and I asked her what was wrong. She looked at me and I saw that her eyes were watery, "I know what she is feeling right now. It would have been better to do everything at once, like you did to me. Right now she is hoping that it won't get any worse, even though she knows that it will. It is the false hope that hurts the worse." Millie didn't say anything for a long time, and when she did it surprised me the most. "Shut up! Both of you! Those things don't mean shit! At least she doesn't spend her days in constant fear, not knowing what is going to happen." Mom hit her and she settled down to go to sleep, and I felt that I was the only one that didn't know what was going on again. These women and their damn secrets! I told Ed the next day that the schedule had changed, and that we would be taking it a little slower. I said that the girls wanted to break her slowly and completely; each step at a time. I told him that we would need to hold off for a few days in fucking her and then a few days more before we turned the dog on her. He nodded and said that it was my area of expertise and he would do as I said. I shook my head and said that it was the girls that knew how she needed to be broken, and that I accepted their word. We both laughed. In the afternoon I had Ed and Carry in the fields. Her light weight didn't make pulling a plow any easy task. It was a constant struggle, and the razor strop kept her hard at it. She didn't complain when it was time for dinner and we watched as she wolfed down as much as Millie was willing to give her. When Millie cut off the food Cary became angry and called her names. Millie just smiled, until Carry called her a fat cow. Millie slapped her hard and viscously. Mom pulled her away and told her to go get some rest. I couldn't see why she would react so violently. I looked at her retreating figure and she was still the trim little girl that she had always been, at least until I saw her turn the corner. Her profile showed a pot belly, and I was curious how I had missed that. I thought about it all evening and it was bothering me. I noticed every pound on Sue and Sally, but I found that I hadn't noticed Millie putting on weight. I was still troubled when we went to bed that night. Millie was already asleep. It was early in the morning that I woke up to find that Millie was sucking my cock. I figured that going to bed early had caused her to wake up, and she wasn't able to get back to sleep. I figured that she was just horny. It was am understatement. I thought that she was trying to devour me. Then when she crawled on top of me, she rode me like a wild stallion. It was a position the girls rarely enjoyed. They usually wanted me on top. I had to admit that I liked them on top better. My size and weight made me overly careful of their tiny bodies. With them on top, I didn't have to worry about hurting them. I was enjoying the fantastic wild ride that she was giving me, when I suddenly understood what had been bothering me. I knew why I hadn't noticed her getting fat. I grabbed her tightly and she couldn't move. I pulled her down to look in her eyes, and said, "Why didn't you or Mary tell me that you were pregnant?" She looked at me like I had three heads, before she collapsed in tears on my chest. I held her and rubbed her back until she calmed down enough to talk, "We didn't know how to tell you. We are your sisters and we thought that you would hate us, or make us get rid of it?" I listened as she started another round of blubbering. I knew that we weren't the only ones awake. I could tell that they were waiting for my answer as much as Millie was. When she calmed down a little I asked her, "So, what are you hoping for; a boy or a girl?" She looked me in eyes, ande then I found myself smothered in kisses. I knew that all of them were very happy, even mom. Millie had resumed fucking me with a vengeance that I could not imagine and her orgasm had her screaming at the top of her lungs. I saw Ed peek in the door and laughed. Before he got away I called him in. He apologized that he had been peeking, but he was concerned that there might be trouble. I dismissed it and told Ed that Millie and Mary were pregnant. He looked at me stunned for a minute, and then he got a big smile on his face and offered me his hand. We chatted for a few minutes and the girls laughed when he excused himself. He had a hard time talking to me while Millie cuddled on my chest, while my cock was still firmly seated in her quivering little pussy. I told him that we would talk some more later that morning, as he made a hasty exit. I said in a voice loud enough for all of them to hear that I did not appreciate being kept in the dark on things like things like this, and they all giggled. I asked just when the event took place and I was surprised to hear mom tell me that on Christmas morning she had found both of them hanging their heads in the toilet bowl. She said that I had probably gotten both of them pregnant in the same night. I couldn't believe that it had been almost four months and I hadn't noticed. Seeing Mary every day the changes had been gradual and since the same changes were taking place in Millie, I hadn't even noticed them. I wanted to kick myself, but I was still a little occupied. Millie refused to move off of my chest and my hard cock was still throbbing in her hot little pussy, and she wouldn't move that either. Mom and Sue both cuddled up on my shoulders and put their arms around Millie. I wanted to fuck some more and finish what she had started, but mom said that it wouldn't kill me to just hold them for a change. I had to admit that I got my way more than most men and it wouldn't kill me this once, even if my balls were telling me that it might. The next day I told the girls that the whorehouse was closed until further notice, and I wanted them all home. When they got there I sent Mary and Millie home and told them to take it easy. I put mom and Sue and Sally on the training assignment and I was only there when I was needed, as I wanted to spend as much time as I could with Mary and Millie. They were excited at the possibilities of motherhood. I did find out that Mary wanted a boy, and Millie wanted a girl and I hoped that they both got what they wanted. I didn't care as long as everybody came out ok. Carry spent her time learning the ways of the farm. Such as, getting up at sunrise and working in the house all morning and then in the fields all afternoon. Ed held up his part of the arrangement and used the strop on her whenever she faltered. She put on weight and muscles in places that she never knew that she had. I was there when she stood and proudly admitted to the whole house that she love pussy eating. After that Ed was put to work. He used every hole that she had until he thought that his dick was going to fall off. He even came to me for help. I found that she had developed a real taste for cock as well, but she wasn't ready to admit that just yet. We all knew that admitting that was also admitting that she was a slut, but I was glad when the day came. The next part was a little harder. She refused to admit that she loved to have the dogs fuck her. Sally said that she would handle that, and within a week Carry admitted that she was a pussy-loving, cock-loving dog fucking slut. Ed was so proud that I thought that he was going to start handing out cigars to the girls. It was another three weeks of hard work and a lot of sucking and fucking later that Carry told Ed how much that she loved him and thanked him for bringing her there and staying with her. She said that she knew how much time his business took, and that spending this much time away from it showed her how much that he cared for her. He wasn't prepared for it when she asked if she was going to get a collar. I could tell that the girls had something to do with it, but they all denied it; and every damn one with a huge smile on her face and a snicker behind her hand. I wasn't so unprepared and took Ed in the workshop and showed him the collar that I had waiting. It was Black leather just like the girls, and he marveled at the softness of the leather. In the front, on the gold plate was engraved 'Daddy's Girl'. I thought that he was going to cry, when he took it and gave it to Carry. She gave me a sisterly peck on the lips, but she shoved her tongue so far down her daddy's throat that I thought that she was checking to see if he needed to go to the bathroom, like a dipstick. I suggested to Ed that he offer to let her sleep with him, but only if she wanted to. We all heard the scream of excitement, and from then on the sleeping arrangements were pretty settled. Things moved very fast after that and it was then time to tell Vince that it was time to take his lovely daughter back into the world. He blinked a few times, but then he nodded his head. I knew that he really didn't want to go, but he had his own life and he had to follow it where it led. As he was changing his clothes back into Vince I mentioned that one day when he had the time, he might want to bring that bitch of a wife down and train her. He snorted that it wouldn't do any good, but I reminded him that she would make a real impression on her socialite friends, fucking a pack of dogs in his front parlor. He had a big smile on his face just imagining the sight, but I saw that below the surface that he like the idea, and I was sure that one day we would be called on to help him again. Carry surprised us both when she told Vince that she wanted to stay for another week. She said that there were a few things that she needed, like clothes and things. She said that none of her clothes would fit any more. Vince had a disgusted look on his face, but when she snuggled up to him and whispered in his ear, he gave in. I frowned and wondered if I had trained him enough to handle her, and I pulled him aside and he blushed when I asked him. He admitted that he was still a softie where she was concerned, but on anything important he would still handle her firmly. I wasn't sure but I assured him that I would take care of her, until he got back. We shook hands and he eased the big car out of the barn and off down the road toward Chicago. I turned and looked at Carry and she could tell that I was upset. She tried to be cute with me and it didn't work. I told her that she needed more severe training in my opinion, if she thought that she should pull that with me. She hung her head and confided that she did need to go shopping, and she wanted a few things before she went home to face her mother. I considered it and said that she needed to explain things completely to Vince rather than pulling the cute little girl shit. I told her that he needed to feel that he could always trust her completely, and pulling shit like that was not the way to handle things. She gave me a serious look and considered my words. She asked me to bend down and kissed me. She thanked me and said that I was right, she was not thinking of Vince, only herself. She asked if I would punish her. I told her that I would consider her punishment and arrange something suitable for her later. She nodded her acceptance. Before bed I had her in the waist harness and both wrists secured. I clipped her to her bed and then I had the spreader strapped on. When she was thoroughly secured I had the girls work her over until she was dripping pussy juices and wouldn't let her cum. Then I put Rex and Toby in the room with her and closed the door. We heard her screams of frustration the whole night, and I knew that Rex and Toby didn't let her get any rest. Their tongues might have given her on orgasm, but she never got what she really wanted. They tried to get her turned over all night long; we could tell from the howls of frustration on their parts. Without her hands or mouth, she couldn't settle them down the whole night. By morning she really looked like shit. I sent mom and Sue in to take care of the dogs and to let Carry out of bed. She sat at the table with a thud. She looked at me and said, "If I ever ask you to punish me again, please just beat me to death." She put her head in her hands and looked like she was about to fall asleep sitting there. I looked at her and said, "Well, now you know what it is like, when someone only thinks of themselves. Rex and Toby didn't give a shit what you wanted and only thought of what they wanted, all night long." She looked at me with a weak smile, and said that if she was that bad, then we should have just shot her. I smiled at her and said that when she came to us, she was a lot worse than that. I said that I didn't want her back on that road again; I liked her too much to see her acting like a spoiled bitch anymore. She forced herself off the chair and she crawled into my lap. As she snuggled up to my chest, she thanked me and kissed me tenderly on the lips. As I was sitting there holding her she fell asleep. I let her sleep for about an hour. Mom and Sue were having coffee when I shook her awake. She looked around as she stretched. She suddenly realized that she had fallen asleep and looked at me sheepishly. I smiled at her and asked if maybe she needed another punishment, but she assured me that she didn't. I sent her to get dressed, and she said that she would need to borrow one of Millie's dresses, as hers wouldn't fit any more. We had to drive over to Overton to find a store big enough to have the type of clothes that she wanted. Sally and Millie wanted to go, and I found that all four of us could fit in the truck, but it was a long ride. The girls made it longer for me when they started playing pussy-fingers on the way. I was trying to watch them and the road at the same time, and doing a poor job of both. I first noticed when the smell attracted my attention. When I looked over I saw that all three of them had their dresses up to their waists and if their fingers weren't in each others pussy, then it was in her own pussy. The initial surprise almost had me driving in the ditch, but I managed to recover. None of them even noticed. I couldn't find anything interesting watching them shop, so I went to check out the farming equipment. It was an hour later that I finally told them that they had bought enough. Carry was sure that she still needed more, but I told her that there were stores in Chicago too. She was having a lot of fun, but she accepted my decision. I was not prepared for the prices of her shopping trip, but Sally took care of everything. She had the money in hand and had an itemized list in her hand. I was shocked when she told me that Vince had asked her to send him the bills. She took it very serious, like she did all things that concerned money. The trip home was a lot easier on me as they talked about what they had bought, and what they should have bought, the whole time. I couldn't understand it. It was just like each of them had gone alone, and not been together the whole time. I dismissed it and drove on in my own little world. The next day she wanted to take a trip to see Andy. She looked through every dog that he had, until she settled on a sleek little type that was a very good protection dog that also had a very large cock, for his size. I was not surprised when she dropped down and tried him on for fit. Andy was concerned that somebody would show up, but Carry just looked at him like he was stupid. Sue helped her get him started and she must have liked what she got, because she took him back to the house. She spent the next three days working with the dog during the day and fucking him during the night. I was impressed. He didn't even need a leash. He would stay by her through anything. Even when the others dogs were fucking the girls, or even fucking Carry; he never left her side. She worked him for the attack and I knew that she would always be safe. When Vince showed up at the end of the week, she gave him a fashion show. He was surprised at her choice of clothes. They were more in line with what a fashionable Chicago lady would wear, rather than a Paris fashion model. Vince was pleased with her selections, and even more pleased with the prices. As terrible as I thought that they were, I found that she had been costing Vince more money in clothes than the whole town made in a year. I whistled at the prices that he told me. Even Sally had a hard time accepting the prices that he told us about. Sue knew how much Vince enjoyed our brandy, so she brought us a glass. I kissed her for her kind thoughts. Vince watched in wonder as Carry put Romeo through his paces. The attack training really had his complete attention, and he watched in wonder as she controlled him with a complete set of hand signals, or voice commands. When she was finished showing what he could do she dropped on her knees and ordered him to mount her. Vince whistled as he said that it was one well trained dog, as he sat back and sipped his brandy as Carry moaned her pleasure. Vince's attention wavered from the conversation occasionally, but I didn't blame him. When Carry finished with Romeo she casually cleaned him off and wiped as much of his cum from her legs as she could before rising up and coming to sit on her daddy's lap. I knew instantly what she was doing. This was something else that the girls had told her and she wanted to experience it for herself. She kissed Vince on the mouth, and he didn't even flinch as she shoved her tongue down his throat. I knew that he must be feeling the cum running down his leg by this time, and sure enough as soon as she got up there was a big wet spot on his leg, that went down his leg. She made a big production of apologizing about it, but I could see as she looked at the girls that she was extremely proud of her Daddy, and she almost strutted back into the house. When she had left, Vince turned to me and Asked, "Well, did I pass whatever test that she had set up for me?" I smiled and told him that he had. I gave him a short rundown about mom and what had happened, and I explained that she must have wanted to prove to everybody that you loved her as much as I loved my girls. Vince took another drink of brandy and said that if she kept that up, he would have to get used to the taste of dog cum, or start carrying a flask of brandy. We both laughed, and I wished him luck. We loaded Carry's things into the car, while she got Romeo settled in the back seat. Vince turned to me and said that he didn't know yet how he would ever be able to thank me, but he would think of something; even if it took him the rest of his life. I tried to tell him that there was no need, but he wouldn't hear of it. I offered to give him another cask of brandy. I could see that he wanted to take it, but he refused. He said that it was much too valuable to be giving away, and it was too expensive for him to buy. I pointed out that with the money that he was saving in clothes, he could afford a good private stock. He roared in laughter and slapped my arm, but he still refused the cask of brandy. He told me that he would rather visit with me and drink it all up then, and we both laughed. We all waved as Vince and Carry drove away. I found that it was nice without another girl around the house. I think that the others did too. We all sat and cuddled together that night, and it was the start of a quiet life for us all. At least until the kids arrived. Epilog Mary gave me a girl, that we named Nancy. Millie was unfortunate to have a boy, that we named Robert. Robert kept her running from the day that he was born. Nancy was an angel most of the time, and rarely caused Mary a moment's grief. Even with the kids around mom still fucked Wolfgang whenever the mood struck and it struck often. The kids accepted that grandma was a dog slut, even before they learned to read what her collar said. Sally handled all of my business affairs and she was a woman that no man wanted to fuck with. She didn't have any reservations about running him out of business, or squeezing his balls until he cried. When she wasn't running my affairs, she was fucking my brains out, or trying to steal one of Wolfgang's puppies from Andy. It turned out that Sue knew more dirt about more people that you could shake a stick at. She went to all of the neighboring towns and collected all the female orphans that she could find. I wasn't sure what was happening, until she called all of the girls together and they started a mass training session. I was almost fucked to death, and the dogs were in hiding day and night. It was a surprisingly short time before Sue was running the whorehouse with a full staff and running the special shows every evening. All of the girls rotated through the shows and it was a different girl every night of the week. People came in from all around to visit the whorehouse. We even had a few special customers in from New York. I couldn't believe how much the word had spread. Mom was the only one willing to do the special shows with Roger, and it became almost a regular event. We even had to build a stable at the whorehouse in town to stop everybody from just showing up at the farm. We did see Ed again. I was almost a year later that Ed and Carry showed up. They had Beth tied and gagged in the back seat. Ed spent a couple of months with us again. Beth turned out to be a real hot piece of meat, once we got her trained. I even put her in the whorehouse for a week. She was the only girl working. Ed and Carry watched every customer. At the end of the week, she didn't want to leave. Carry was excited about one of Wolfgang's puppies. He was almost a year old and was always horny. Ed made Beth beg to use him, and he said that he would arrange everything and winked. I thought that I knew what he had in mind and hoped that Beth was ready for the big time. Andy was moving up in the organization and Sally bought out all of his interest in the town, including the kennel and dog farm. I heard that he was really moving up, until one day that I heard that he had been involved in an automobile accident. I remembered the accident that had made Sue a widow, and I knew that some accidents were best left as accidents. A couple of years later, Vince bought a farm nearby. He told me that he was getting ready to retire, and that he was tired of the business. He just wanted to sit on the porch and drink sixty year old brandy and watch his wife fuck all the livestock. I grinned and told him that it sounded like an enjoyable retirement. The depression never really ended, it just faded away. And as the kids got older they had brothers and sisters to keep them company. Their mommies were different as Sue gave me a son that we named Thomas, and Sally turned into a baby factory. Every time I fucked her she seemed to get pregnant. She gave me all girls, all six of them. I had a hell of a time keeping Robert and Tommy out of the girl's hot boxes. Their mother taught them how to be the perfect slut, and the boys were always trying to check out if they learned it correctly. I spent so much time busting their asses that I was tempted to castrate the both of them, just so that I knew where their busy little cocks were. I was amazed that the girls made it to puberty without already being pregnant. I figured with so much sperm in them, that they might be born pregnant. I had a talk with Tommy the day that I saw him chasing one of the few female dogs that we had. I asked him what he was doing, and her replied, "Well if the girls can all fuck the dogs, then so can I. It's only fair!" I didn't know what to say, so I told him to go ahead. I don't know if he ever caught her, but I wouldn't be surprised to see a litter that called my daddy. That went for mom too, if she ever got pregnant again, I expected a litter of puppies instead of a baby. I got older, but I am not sure that I ever got any wiser. Before they were ten, all of the girls demanded a collar of their own, just like their mommy. I told them that after they had had a real boyfriend I would discuss it with them. Only one ever came back and demanded her collar, and that was Nancy. She had the same fire in her eyes that I saw in her mother. I told her that once she was trained that I would consider it. She begged all of the girls to train her, but none of them would. Mary finally took pity on her and trained her. I watched the hell that she was put through, but she never quit. When she came back I told her that I would allow her to wear my collar. It looked exactly like the others and on it were the words, 'Only Daddy's Girl'. She wore her collar so proudly that you would think that it was a medal of honor or something. To her I guess that it was. Mary was just as proud. There were only five of those collars, and Nancy was wearing one. Mary herself didn't even have a collar, and Nancy had often asked her why, but she never answered her. I remember the day that Nancy came to me and asked why mommy never had a collar. I told her, "Your mother never needed a collar. She wears one every day around her heart. It can never be removed, and she doesn't want to remove it." Nancy nodded and answered, "I understand daddy." And as she walked away, I thought that she really did. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2007-08-30 Last Modified: 2012-01-19 / 09:06:57 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------