Family Feud IV

The Family Feud IV

Chapter Five

The Electric Slide

STAR COUNT:

WENDY: 43

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 1,3,0,0,0

JAMIE: 52

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 4,3,0,0,0

**Note to reader: The Taylor’s Story returns to the previous narrative voice.

Wendy and Jamie had failed to make any money and they were already ten minutes into their hour long stroll to drum up some money for the family. Jamie had just discovered that anal sex made her bowels loose and as the two walked away from the mustard brown stain Jamie left behind in a puddle behind a flea market stall they ran into a familiar face from the county fair.

“Chris would have said I just passed a bald Michael Jackson out of my ass.” Jamie smirked quoting one of her brother’s more memorable observations about their bathroom habits. Wendy shook her head knowingly as the two shared a laugh before noticing the quiet man standing in front of a booth full of old broke-down arcade games.

It was the old man who ran the quiet arcade that they had met at the County Fair days earlier. He recognized them immediately. “You are the two who came in with the rude boy, and flashed your breasts on my chair?”

Wendy remembered they had playfully flashed Bill and Chris at the very last second when Bill took a picture of them with the old man’s Polaroid camera while they were seated in his novelty electric chair. Jamie had done so many things since that night she couldn’t quite remember what he was talking about so she just smiled cutely and assumed she probably had.

He had the Polaroid nearby and he waggled it in his finger. Instead of being thankful that they had given him a peak at their boobs and a memento to hang on to after they rode his electric chair he seemed visibly disgusted. “What is wrong with a mother and her daughter parading around and flashing their breasts? Not in my day!”

Wendy remembered Chris had teased the man that his day was ‘The Civil War’ but Chris had a way of joking that didn’t sound mean or cruel.

“I am so sorry Sir, we didn’t mean to offend you.” Wendy graciously apologized to the old WWII Vet.

“I’ve never seen so shameful a display.” He looked over at the electric chair which was now for sale.

“I am sorry, why are you selling all of your games?” Wendy tried to empathize with him which was not a reaction he expected.

“They are old antiques like me. No one wants them anymore. I didn’t make any money at the fair and I just want to sell this old junk before I die, so I can pay for a decent funeral.” He laughed at his dark joke but it turned into a cough as he did.

“Oh yeah! Your electric chair actually didn’t seem to have any juice. I remember now, we kind of faked being shocked!” Jamie said out loud in sudden recognition of the old man.

Wendy flashed her a glance to indicate she should watch what she said but it was too late, the old man looked defeated. “I know, I know, my chair was broken just like me. I managed to fix it up but I still didn’t make any money. You girls want to try it?”

“We don’t have any money Sir.” Wendy wasn’t kidding and she knew they had less than an hour to try to get some.

“I wouldn’t have charged you to give that old chair one last thrill, but that’s okay, you don’t have time for an old man anyway.” It was obvious the old man was feeling sorry for himself. He was all alone in the world obviously and very few people ever stopped to even acknowledge him. All it took was a look into Jamie’s eyes to know that her daughter agreed they should go ahead and sit in the chair.

“If you would like us too, we would be honored. We will even keep our tops on.” Wendy smirked at him pulling her half shirt up slightly to adjust it.

The old man seemed slightly pleased as he walked the two over to the dusty old novelty electric chair. It used to charge a dollar to simulate a slight electric charge between two metal stubs set into the chair arms. “It was actually built big enough so two people really could sit in it the way you two did, have a seat and I will belt you in.”

The girls sat down on the wooden replica of an executioners chair and giggled at each other. They weren’t scared. They had to literally pretend to sizzle the last time they rode the chair and neither had any reason to expect more discomfort than the tortures inflicted on them on a regular basis by Husband and son.

The old man was muttering to himself about kids these days wearing their pants pulled down so their underwear shows and the moral decay that was affecting America and the lack of consequences. He had seemed so harmless and pathetic Wendy didn’t even notice the change in his demeanor until after he had finished strapping their arms and legs into the chair.

That was also because she had become rather used to the idea of being bound that she didn’t think much of the extra precautions the man had added to the chair when he repaired it. He finished his preparations by attaching leads to their head, thighs, and finally handcuffing them together with one wrist.

ZZZzzzaaaapppp

“Aaaa-yyiiii—yiiiiiiiiiiii” Wendy and Jamie let out a howl.

“You like that? That is setting 8, I managed to up the voltage and make the ride far more satisfying to thrill girls like yourselves.”

Zzaaaaappppp the results of the second slightly longer charge was more screams and now a few of the Flea Market customers were stopping to watch the spectacle amongst the old Moon Patrol and Donkey Kong arcade game boxes. They could have easily been faking their pain and discomfort as they received the shock and the people watching had a look of curious bemusement instead of sympathy.

Zzzaaaapppppp “You know, since its first use in 1890, the electric chair has been the most often used means of capital punishment. It's seemingly painless, and virtually instantaneous deaths have been considered the most humane method of killing a convicted murderer, as compared to lethal injection, the gas chamber, a firing squad or death by hanging.” The old man was talking more to himself than to anyone else.

The girls’ legs had spread enough that the passersby had an unobstructed view of their hairless clits – each of them probably assuming they were the only ones aware of the glimpse of female flesh they were getting.

Zzzzaapppppp “They say that several women have experienced orgasms, and if your own upraised nipples in those tiny shirts you wear are any indicator, your nerves are currently firing electro stimulant suggestions to your brain to release endorphins to your brain to help you endure the shock, which is why you probably want setting NINE?”

The old man turned the knob and the two girls who had scant seconds between shocks spasmed and screamed helplessly, unable to release the metal leads and each other. The old man didn’t acknowledge the gathering crowd of observers as he approached the girls who were panting and pleading.

“Did you not enjoy it? Do you want to flash your breasts to these people?”

“No Sir, please let us out.” Wendy pleaded but Jamie remained silent.

Someone in the small crowd actually yelled out, “THEY ARE LYING!” and there was a small amount of laughter.

Jamie was locked in a silent orgasm as she rocked and bumped and writhed in the chair riding out the after effects of the shocks she had just received. She hadn’t enjoyed the pain but her body had done more than just unlock endorphins – it had set-off waves of lustful alarms to lubricate her pussy and rock her world throughout her body.

“I don’t think you’ve exorcised the demons of your child’s lust dear mother of a slut.” The old man no longer seemed timid and weak as he brought forth a leather gag for Wendy to bite down on. He had an intensely evil stare, like the harbinger of revenge. He had evolved from kindly old man to a macabre caricature of an avenging angel with the hard face of Jack Kevorkian.

“Wait a minute!” Someone else called from the audience. It was Bill. He made his way through the dozen or so bystanders to confront the old man. He approached like Wendy and Jamie’s “White Knight” riding to their rescue.

They were instantly relieved to see him even though his appearance had usually meant immediate discipline and humiliation. He was a welcome reprieve.

The old man fumbled with the chair controller switch reverting back to his earlier diminutive ‘Woe is me’ persona of the harmless and lovable old man at the hint of confrontation with an angry husband and father. He released their hands and began to unbuckle them from the chair, immediately undoing the straps that bound them.

“What do you think you are doing?” He sounded genuinely disturbed by what he saw.

The old man started to answer an apology for getting carried away with his retribution when he noticed Bill was scolding his daughter and wife for their part in this.

“I gave you two one simple thing to do and you had just one hour to do it, and instead you squat up here in this man’s arcade to get your jollies, spreading your legs so everyone can have a look up your skirt?”

That was not the question Wendy expected to hear. She had her fantasy that Bill was riding to her rescue dashed. She was caught speechless and was turning red with a new form of embarrassment than from the one she experienced flashing her nudity. She had grown strangely more comfortable with the flashing, but Bill talking to her like a disobedient child in public was a fresh cut on an old wound and she could see Jamie was having the same reaction.

The crowd was starting to disperse now that Bill was sobering them up with his angry litany. “Chris said we should trust you for an hour and see what you do, but I am glad I followed you for a little while. Can this thing go any higher?”

“Why yes it can, to ten, but I wasn’t really going to use it.” The old man sounded sweet and innocent once again – no longer possessed with the rage that had momentarily overcome him.

“Can I move these diodes from their head? That isn’t where they do their thinking.” Bill asked sternly.

“Sure, you can.” The old man was going to caution him about safety but he was still concerned that Bill was angry with him and let Bill take charge of the situation.

“Lift up your shirt, cow tits. I am sure this crowd has already seen them anyway.” The ears perked up on four or five people who had been hanging around, unable to make themselves stop observing the train-wreck of a family argument. They heard Bill give the order and watched as Wendy lifted her shirt with her thumbs and forefinger obediently.

Her chest was as tan as the rest of her body and her breasts, shaped like perfect hemispheres, stood at attention. Bill attached the diodes to the silver hoop in her nipples and all around the engorged and puffy upraised areola. The old man wanted to caution him to spread it out more but remained silent.

Bill had scared off several of the crowd members when he angrily walked up to the electric chair, but Wendy holding her shirt up while he placed the wire leads was making several new comers stop in their tracks to watch.

“What are you doing Ass Face? Laughing at your mom’s situation? Don’t laugh too hard, you are next! Lift it up!” Jamie raised her half-shirt top the way her mom was holding hers while he finished placing her mom’s diodes, giving both her nipples a hard tweak and pinch while he did.

The crowd was giggling nervously and chattering to themselves, “Can you believe this shit?” and “Holy shit, will you look at the tits on the daughter?” was being murmured by the gathering crowd of twelve or fifteen mostly male customers. There were also a few women in the crowd and the look of scorn was etched in their normally sweet country girl faces.

Bill finished with Wendy in under a minute and began repeating the process of transferring the diodes from forehead to tits on his daughter. Wendy didn’t dare bring down her shirt and now Bill reversed his earlier position “You want to show the crowd your tits still?”

“No Sir, it’s just that…” Wendy tried to explain he had just made Jamie raise her shirt in solidarity with her mother so she wasn’t alone and she assumed since she hadn’t been told to drop the shirt she should stay that way. A very convincing and logical argument could have been made for that position.

Bill had come a long way in the past weeks as a trainer, teacher, owner, and leader. He had blustered his way to the front of this situation and taken charge of it. However, he was still far from perfect and right now he was reversing his position, “If you want to show your tits, then fine” and he pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her chest fully exposed and the top around her neck.

“Sir, would you be kind enough to buckle them back in and take extra care with my wife’s knees, it seems she likes them as far apart as you can manage.” Bill spoke respectfully and calmly to the old man who dutifully obliged. He buckled one of Wendy’s legs to the far side of the chair on Jamie’s side and did likewise for her daughter so that both of them were seated in an overly exaggerated, exposed position.

“Can you adjust the diodes on my wife’s thighs? I don’t think they are high enough?” Bill said as he finished with his daughter’s medium sized melons. Bill was already moving the diodes on her thighs to her fleshy and more tender parts closest to her bare, hairless pussy and making no secret about it to the stunned crowd.

“Yes, if you think I should.” The old man answered kindly in a submissive way. The man’s clumsy leather-worn hands pulled the leads from Wendy’s thighs as if he were pulling them for a wall of dried paint. He took absolutely no sympathy on the woman who was getting what he considered to be a much needed retribution for her wanton ways, from a concerned husband.

Bill was smiling at Jamie and even winked at her as he finished placing the last of the diodes. He was enjoying playing the hard-ass and he turned to the crowd who had grown to over twenty people. “It’s too bad he doesn’t have anything that can go up their asses, that’d give them a little shock-a-rooni wouldn’t it?”

There was laughter at his obvious candor and change of demeanor.

“Sir, um… I can’t restrain your daughter’s hands while she holds her shirt up. Bill had forgotten he had ordered Jamie to keep thumb and finger on either side of the skimpy material that constituted a shirt for her.

“Well, let’s take it off.” Bill was playing to the crowd now as he yanked the shirt over his daughter’s head and completely off. He had underestimated his own strength as he ‘yoinked’ the shirt completely off her shoulders.

He tossed it into the crowd, ‘Who wants a shirt only a slut would wear?” It was caught by a young man who quickly gave it to his blushing grandmother. Bill turned back to the girls like a Maestro about to conduct an orchestra, “You may fire when ready, Grizzley”

“It’s Gridley” the old man took on his hardened aspect once more as he corrected Bill while discharging the highest setting his old wooden electric chair could handle. “I’ve never tested this on people.” He said to Bill but his tone was so quiet and Wendy and Jamie’s “Auahauahahahaha” and undulating spasms were so loud, Bill could not hear him. Bill simply nodded his head dismissively.

ZZasssaaapssaapppp

The girls were wiggling, now bare chested and with legs spread wide by strapped buckles to expose their clit rings and diode wires. Jamie could feel her pussy lips actually suck in air and release it as the crisp pain of the electricity ran through her body even more intensely than before.

“I don’t want to fry them. That might be too much.” The old man was once again lacking the confidence and vitriol that spurred him to his earlier sadistic behavior.

“Was it too much?” Bill asked the crowd.

He was hoping for a unified “Hell no” but he got a mixed reaction of grumbles that may have been yes and no.

Then a familiar voice in the crowd itself answered back “Was it too much when the Japanese Bombed Pearl Harbor? Hello No!!”

There was a cheer from the crowd in response to Chris’s call for another shock to his sister and mom.

Zzzassasssapppppppppp

Jamie and Wendy couldn’t have faked a more intensely agonizing and painful electrocution torture if they had been coached by the greatest acting coaches in the world. Their eyes were closed, their mouths were open, their noses flared and their bodies were alive with the crackle of the man’s ‘novelty’ chair which was now on steroids from his modifications.

Spit dribbled down Wendy’s chin and on to her chest as she slumped forward, limp from the last shock she received.

“Look, the blonde one is getting her rocks off.” Chris riled up the crowd to laughter as he pointed from within the throng of about thirty people now watching the two half naked women gyrate wildly. Jamie was having an uncontrollable orgasm like she had when she first got her body piercings. She wanted desperately to suck her thumb but she could not move her arms so she mewed like a kitten and struggled in a desperate attempt to channel her body’s throes of passion with the limited mobility available to her.

The crowd might have felt bad for them if not for Chris’s laughter at the way their titties bounced. “Throw the switch again.” He shouted in a corny southern accent which was echoed by several others.

ZZssassasssppaappaapppp now with tits bouncing and all modesty gone, Wendy could not hold her bladder and a trickle of urine streamed down her leg as she flailed within her bonds, turning her head from left to right in anguish.

“Look out boys, she’s a squirter!” Chris’s laughter made an otherwise gross and involuntary bodily function seem hilarious. The electricity had been causing the girls’ muscles to spasm uncontrollably so that they were now winking, nodding and flexing in the most comical of ways. Jamie was the first to spurt a little milk around the diodes on her breast and Wendy followed suit as their tits received their final jolt. The milk was dripping down their chest along with the spit, sweat, snot and tears.

The fastidious Flea Market operator appeared with clip board in hand from within the crowd to shush the crowd and waggle his finger once again at Jamie and Wendy. Just as he had when he caught them sucking cocks in the bathroom and performing for an audience back at their merchandise stand. He shut the show down and dispersed the crowd. They grumbled but very few stayed to watch any more of this far out escapade.

He spoke in a very effeminate voice, “Um, please keep your shirts on if you are going to remain at Flea World, thank you.” He stood and waited for the electrodes to be removed and the tops to be put back on.

Bill reached up and popped the ones off of Jamie’s chest but noted “Actually, I think the little tramp threw her shirt out into the crowd.” Jamie might have pouted at the lie her father just told since he was the one who threw the shirt but she was still coming down from the intense orgasms brought on from the shock therapy she just received.

“Well then I hate to do this, but you’ll have to leave Flea World.” He looked disappointed but spoke as if he were late for a meeting. He was a man who felt out of place among the rednecks of Flea world and tried to keep order while managing very efficiently. He was willing to overlook what he considered the ‘luddite behavior of yokels’ as long as they abided a few of his rules and one of them was no topless women.

The old man was quietly unbuckling the women to remove them from his electric chair. He was trying to avoid the ire of the flea market manager and remain low profile and was largely succeeding in his effort to remain unnoticed. The only one who noticed him was a fifty-something woman who had watched the entire spectacle. She was standing next to him patiently waiting to find out how much he would charge for a private ‘ride on the machine’.

“Can she stay if she can find a top?” Bill asked the man as plainly as if asking if he could park in a loading zone for five minutes.

Jamie was standing in front of him, guarding her bare chest with her hands – tears and snot streaming down her face from the intensity of the experience she had just endured. She looked largely pathetic and the fastidious manager had other fires to put out - he left without saying another word.

“Why aren’t you trying to sell our stuff?” Bill asked his son skeptically.

“Some thanks for helping out with the electric show?” Chris offered playfully in response before explaining, “You know that weird old man who spanked Jamie? Buddy $ales? He bought all of it!”

“Cool, we can get out of this shit-hole!” Bill was glad he didn’t have to spend money to buy his daughter another top now that they had accomplished what they came for.

“Don’t you want to let us finish out the hour?” Wendy sputtered through the snot and dribble on her face. The electricity had opened up all the nasal passages in her face and had made her look ridiculous.

Bill didn’t get a chance to answer his wife. He wasn’t sure if he was more proud of her for the tenacity and fortitude to stick with this after she had endured so much or he was angry at her for allowing herself to end up on the chair on the first place. He had just punished her thoroughly for that infraction so he was leaning towards respecting her courage to soldier on.

“Actually we can’t, as part of the deal you have to load the stuff into his warehouse and then report to him at 3pm.”

Chris explained how he had sold all their family knick-knacks to Buddy on the condition they load them in his warehouse and serve him for an hour after the flea market closes.”

“How much did you get for all our crap?” Bill asked skeptically.

“Five hundred, including Mom and Jamie.”

“So… four hundred eighty for our crap and twenty for them?” Bill and Chris laughed and performed a fist-bump at the joke. “Bros before ho’s”

“You know it…Damn mom, you are walking awful bowl legged after that one.”

Wendy didn’t have her wits back from the shock she had just received. She could only sputter in agreement “Yes Sir”.

“I’ll get Ass Face a top if you’ll get your mom started loading this guy’s warehouse. It is here at the Flea Market?”

“Yeah, apparently this guy is a big time hob-nobber at the Flea Market”

“When you have a dollar sign to replace the S in your name you better be, Son!” He winked at his son as the two parted ways with their respective partner.

Bill had to walk only a few paces to find a store that sold T-shirts of all kinds. Most of them were the type that featured Hank Williams Junior saying “Obama = Hitler” across a rebel flag with the phrase “Don’t kick a cow patty on a hot day” underneath it.

Jamie clutched her chest, following along behind him. As completely stunned as she felt, she would have dropped her hands if she had been ordered as it really didn’t matter considering it felt like everyone was peeling back her hands with their eyes anyway.

The Korean woman who tended the t-shirt stand reminded Bill of Madam Chang, “You look like you daughter need T-shirt, I make you good deal, three for five!” her speech was clipped and heavily accented.

“I just need one, what is the smallest ones you got?” Bill looked around noticing a smirking teenage boy in the corner with a laptop. He assumed he was her son. Bill wondered if the boy was always smirking like he had some inside joke that no one else knew or if it was because his daughter was parading around the store half-naked.

She showed him some baby sized shirts and ‘Daddy’s little girl’ made him smile, “Well she is definitely drooling but I meant something a little bigger.” Bill mused.

“You want shirt, you say small, you got girl - titty hanging out, you make up mind!” the woman impatiently complained about Jamie’s obvious lack of shirt.

Bill could only laugh at the storekeeper’s sharp response because it seemed adorable to him somehow. He noticed a full length t-shirt hanging up on the wall and pointed “Can I have that one?”

“You want the one I have to bring down by hook? You buy if I bring down?”

“Yes, absolutely. How much is it?”

“Ten dollah!” she was already reaching for the hook.

“You said three for five earlier?” Bill found the woman’s challenging tone funny and not offensive even though it might have been considered brash for other customers. His daughter shivered noticing three boys watching her stand behind her father, topless save for her hands shielding her breasts.

“That earlier, when you not ask for T-shirt on hook!” A familiar song began to play in the background. It was the bouncy tune “Bubble Pop” that Jamie had been taught to suck dick in cadence with only days earlier. The song was of Korean origin and the store keeper’s young son was playing it from a laptop nearby.

“Dat Video drive me crazy! The girl dance like um chang sae kki!”

(Ooh Boy) neoege nal matchujin ma

(Hey Boy) naege deo baraji ma

(My Boy) geopumcheoreom geojit mameul

Bubble Bubble Bubble Pop!

Bubble Bubble Pop! Pop!

The tune was catchy even if Bill couldn’t understand the words. He got the gist that the female singer was being as sexy as possible while also trying to be cute and sell the bubble gum pop to a Korean audience.

“Nu choogle lea?” She spoke Korean to him rapidly. The boy closed the laptop when his mother scolded him.

“See why can’t you be more obedient like him?” Bill laughed at his daughter while watching the mother discipline her son for listening to a song she must consider annoying.

Bill wasn’t sure what an ‘um chang sae kki’ was but he was willing to venture a guess, “I have seen it, you mean like this?” he pinched his daughter who had only seen the dance once before. Even though there was no music, Jamie gyrated her hips as if she had an invisible hula-hoop around her waist and the woman storekeeper and son laughed at how accurate it was.

“Okay, you funny, I make deal for you, eight dollah on shirt.”

Bill held it up to his daughter’s form. It covered more of her thigh than the skirt which disappointed him. The fact it had two milk jugs with the words “MILK MILK” over the breasts, a lemonade pitcher where the crotch would be

And a fudge bar with the words “Fudge” over the butt made up for it.

“Chris will love this, what do you think?”

“Milk, Milk, Lemonade, Around the corner Fudge is made” Jamie did a cutsie dance as she sang along while holding her breasts reciting the naughty nursery rhyme she remembered from her youth. She had recovered from her foggy stumblings and was doing her best to accommodate her father’s need to humiliate her.

“Can she put this on here?” Bill peeled off eight one dollar bills to pay for it.

“You think we got dressing room at Flea Market?” the woman only laughed at how naïve he must be to think there was any other option.

“Fine, hand me your skirt and put this on, Ass Face. You probably left skid marks all in it when you took a dump in that puddle. Didn’t think I was watching did you?”

He tossed his daughter the shirt and now she had little choice but to catch it and remove her hands from the bare breasts she was covering. “No Sir, but I did get permission to shit and was told not to use a bathroom.” Jamie pouted in embarrassment.

The Korean boy sitting at the laptop covered his mouth as he giggled “chang nyeon!”

The woman answered her son with a nod as they watched her remove the skirt first and hand it to her father nicely before pulling the long shirt over her completely naked frame.

“You enjoy strip in front my son?” she sounded rightfully angry but then that was the tone she had taken throughout most of the conversation.

“No ma’am, I am sorry, I um threw my shirt to the crowd.” She accepted responsibility for what her father said she had done in the hopes of earning some brownie points (or letters) with him, “and I cannot wear the skirt under my shirt. I am thankful for it though, I haven’t worn anything with this much material in a long time.”

“Yeah, I was afraid she wouldn’t learn a lesson about humility if she was permitted to wear something that covers her so well. I’ve been teaching her not to put on fancy airs and try to impress. By keeping her and her mother in plain, simple clothes people don’t see them as equals and treat them better than they deserve.”

“You almost as strict as Korean Tiger Mom.” Bill assumed that was a compliment she had just delivered to him by the tone of her voice.

“Yeah, I used to let her walk all over me, but now that I started cracking the whip around the house, you’ve been a good little slut haven’t you?” Bill asked his daughter condescendingly.

“Yes Sir, I was a self-centered, arrogant bitch but now I am a good little slut who knows her place.” Jamie answered as if giving an affirmation response.

“You very good girl you know, not like most American girl. You almost like Korean girl.” The storekeeper paid Jamie what she assumed must be a complement.

“Thank you Ma’am, I am learning something new every day. I am undeserving of compliments and kindness, but I respect and accept your judgment of me.” Jamie answered as if it were part of an affirmation to do so and in a way it was.

“Why it say whore on you ass?” the shopkeeper asked in as brusque and matter-of-fact manner as everything else she said. She had seen Jamie’s tattoo when she removed her skirt to hand to her father. Her son was giggling quietly to himself at the question while pretending to be interested in the laptop.

“I am a good little whore for my father and brother, Ma’am.” Jamie was surprised the woman had managed to pick up on it since she had only been naked for a few seconds and she didn’t seem to have a perfect grasp of English. The shopkeeper seemed to be waiting for further explanation so Jamie nervously offered “My mom and I got tattooed at the county fair together to demonstrate our obedience and commitment to our station in life.”

Jamie couldn’t read the woman’s expression and frankly she had no idea if she was twenty, forty or sixty years old because her Asian complexion was so difficult to gauge. There was a short pause before the woman added “You want good tattoo, you go up three booth turn right, talk to Dragon Tattoo, my cousin, you tell him I send, and you get the good deal.”

“Well actually we are trying to save as much money as we can, and I think we probably have enough tattoos.” Bill answered with a chuckle.

“You get piercing, I see she has boob piercing, what else you have?” the tenacious sales woman made no apologies for prying into the teenager’s personal business and asking a question if it might make another sale.

“I have two rings in my nipples and one through my clit, Ma’am” Jamie subconsciously said ‘clit’ with a low sexy growl that sounded like she was very proud of it.

“You sound proud of it. Show the woman where lemonade is made.” Bill ordered his daughter with the smile still on his face.

Jamie lifted her shirt up in the front to expose her bare, sore pussy and flipped up the hood that was forced outside of her clit.

“You look like you have inny, it is now an outie.” The short little woman joked. “You mind my son come see?” she asked Bill instead of Jamie as if instinctively realizing it wasn’t Jamie’s decision.

“She doesn’t mind showing anyone her fat little pussy, do you Ass Face?”

“No Sir” she turned and after the shopkeeper barked out something in Korean that equates to, “Come see this dumb white girl show you her pussy.” The smiling boy who was probably a year or two younger than her, got out of his chair and approached.

Jamie was shielded from the vision of most flea market patrons due to the wall of t-shirt carousels in the booth. To most people walking by, she probably appeared to be a normal teenager (which for the flea market is slutty) just trying on a t-shirt.

“Poji!” he exclaimed and pointed like a school-boy who had just seen someone’s ‘privates’ for the first time. The fact he seemed so immature about it only made Jamie blush more.

“You want her to turn around and show you where fudge is made?” Bill offered playfully.

Jamie started to turn around and lift the back of her shirt and he reached out a hand to pop her hard on the ass.

“Were you told to turn around?”

“No sir, I am sorry. I didn’t listen.” Jamie apologized for getting ahead of herself.

“Okay, turn around and show them your big ass, hold it apart so they can see the O.”

Jamie, shame-ridden and humbled, turned slowly to face her back to the others and hitched her shirt tail up around the small of her back. She clutched her ass-cheeks and pulled them apart.

Bill made a quick ‘fszzzzzzzzzzzzt’ whistle in time with the parting of the ass cheeks to simulate a well-timed fart and make the Korean mother and her son giggle.

“She not still have inny in the back, but it looks like she working on making it an outie.” The shopkeeper observed “Why you no get the rear pierced like the front?”

“That is an idea, but we have been hurting for money. If she hadn’t thrown her shirt away carelessly, we probably wouldn’t have bought that.” Bill had about convinced himself that it really did happen that Jamie threw the shirt into the crowd after he had repeated the story for the third time.

“What does it say on her stomach?” the young Asian boy asked in slightly better English than his mother.

“Turn around and show him, slut.” Bill was in good spirits and these people seemed twisted enough that nothing shocked them so he was having fun with his daughter’s discomfort around them.

Jamie lifted the shirt higher than before to reveal not only her freshly baked and reddened pussy but the words her mother had written on her earlier that morning ‘Pussy broke, use rear entrance’. Jamie said it out loud assuming he may not be able to read it. Hearing herself say it out loud only added to her waking nightmare.

“Yes, I know how to read.” The boy seemed slightly insulted.

“I am sorry Sir, I just thought I may have sweated some and it got smeared.” Jamie politely countered.

“You daughter pussy broke?” The Korean shopkeeper was intrigued and curious what that actually meant.

“Yes, but she has two other holes for rent.” Bill kidded with her.

“How much?” the shopkeeper wasted no time replying.

“Twenty for a BJ, Fifty to fuck in the ass.”

There was a small stream of what Bill could only assume was Korean cuss words as the woman reacted to what she must have felt was too high a price. “I want son to learn to handle white woman, only other whore who work flea market is old and has no teeth!” she gummed her own teeth to simulate a woman without her false teeth.

“You have her do, and I get you good deal on a new piercing to make you happy and bring you much luck, okay?”

“Well, how about he does one for free and we make it an even trade?” Jamie looked at her father and wondered what he had in mind for her before looking back at the thin boy she was about to screw and trying to look confident. She offered him the winning smile that only she thought looked goofy and he was sold.

There was a short angry sounding exchange between parent and son and she finally said, “You have hard bargain, son will get lesson in girl anatomy, she teach?” the woman offered them to come into a backroom that could have easily worked as a dressing room earlier when Jamie was changing.

“Sure, Jamie give him head and let him fuck you in the ass, go slow with him and explain everything. You know what to do right?”

“Yes Sir”

“Good Girl” Bill, without thinking, kissed her on the lips and she opened her mouth to slip him some tongue. He hadn’t French kissed his daughter before. He actually felt a tinge of guilt for a moment until it dawned on him he had fucked her in the ass only an hour earlier. He leaned into the kiss and darted his tongue in and out between her teeth.

“May I have a wet paper towel to clean off my chest and ass, Sir?”

“Did you kiss me just so you can get a clean towel?” Bill asked skeptically with a hint of humor trailing off in his question.

“No Sir, I am really sticky though.”

“He no care” the shopkeeper reached her hand under Jamie’s shirt and rubbed her wet pussy to give it a sniff. “Smell like sushi, he like.”

The mom drew the curtain and left the two ‘love birds’ at it. “What is your name Sir?”

“Chao” he answered nervously sitting on a wooden bench.

Jamie moved closer to him and kneeled in front of him unbuckling his belt. “Chao, your mom wants me to show you how a blowjob works and to let you fuck me in my ass, have you ever done that?” Jamie tried not to sound like an optimistic study-hard who was helping someone with trigonometry homework but it had just come out that way.

He was intimidated by the western teenager and she knew he was squirming. She liked the power she had over him even though it was him who was supposed to be calling all the shots. It was intoxicating to her to be so wanted and she could have probably told him to do anything and he would have. She simply asked him to help her slide his pants off. She left his socks and shirt on but stripped him of everything else as seductively as she could.

Jamie pulled the shirt off over her head and saw Chao looking at her with a goofy glazed look in his eyes. “You like what you see Sir?”

“Yes, I like it.” Chao coughed into his hand quietly.

“Would you like to touch me and play with me?” she stood in front of him.

He reached out and caressed her left breast, softly stroking it.

Jamie took the initiative to take his hand and lead him to her clit. His hands were soft and his touch very gentle. He was in awe of her and she knew he was putty to her. She was trying to be the best whore she could be and she remembered what her mother said about first times. This was going to be his first intimacy of any kind and she wanted it to be ‘special’. As ‘special’ as it could be after a mother paid a strange girl to let her son finger her in a backroom closet.

“You can be more rough if you like.” She smiled and wondered if she preferred he’d be a little more domineering. She could relate to her mother wanting Chris to come along and pimp them, because being the aggressor in this situation just felt wrong to her.

He twisted the nub of her clit once but then went back to softly stroking her like a gentle lover and Jamie didn’t ask him again to get rough.

He was sitting as she bent over him and he moved in close to her pussy to give it a tender lick and a kiss. “I am supposed to be sucking YOUR dick.” She whispered playfully.

“I want to kiss you down there.” He was clearly more of a giving lover than a taker and Jamie wasn’t going to argue. She straddled him so that he could have an unobstructed view of her clit. He began to lick and nibble without using his teeth pressing his tongue into the folds of her wet clit.

“Turn around, I want to do the back.” He whispered softly to her.

“Sir, I haven’t had a chance to towel off and I am sweaty back there.” She didn’t want to say that she had taken a shit outside thirty minutes earlier. She knew she was supposed to stop using euphemisms and say what she really did as part of her training and he probably deserved to know but in the moment she didn’t feel like being unsexy.

She turned around and bent over to spread her ass cheeks for him.

“Oh yes, I like to see the poop hole.”

Jamie was facing down and looking at his stocking feet while he breathed in her entire backside. He seemed thoroughly impressed with her perfect ass and he began kissing and licking it timidly at first. Chao breathed down her ass crack and eventually had his nose pressed into her asshole while he drove his tongue into her clit.

Jamie started to convulse “oh, oh, oh” she couldn’t believe she was making the noises like a porn actress but it felt so right to her that she did it. He didn’t seem to mind and didn’t think it was cliché or weird as he rimmed out her asshole. He brought one hand under her boob and started to caress it.

He started to bring her off again and Jamie felt herself clutching her ass cheeks as she pulled them apart as wide as they could go for him. He was masterful with his tongue darting it in and out like a playful fish poking through the water and back into its lake. She was panting and felt no shame at all about the boy behind her eating her ass. She would never have imagined anyone would enjoy tasting her backdoor. Chris often reminded her that pretty girl farts smell just as nasty as ugly girl farts.

Jamie heaved and gasped as he brought her to three major orgasms and several tiny ones with his tongue alternating between her ass and pussy. His face was now wet with her musky juices and he seemed to only grow in confidence as he continued.

Chao gasped ‘No…no….no!” as if he were angry about something and Jamie looked over her shoulder just as he finished spurting cum on to his own lap. He seemed disappointed and he slapped her ass but in the most gentle way possible to indicate he had finished. “Oh I am so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry Chao, did you enjoy it?” Jamie asked him sweetly.

“Yes, very much, I would like to do it again.” His English was much better than his mother’s broken and accented speech.

“May I lick the cum off your dick please?”

“No, I’d rather you not.” He was starting to feel embarrassed and he began to reach for his pants to pull them up.

“Please Sir, I was supposed to suck your cock and let you fuck me in the ass. My father might actually punish me if he finds out I didn’t do either.” She flashed him her baby blues. She wasn’t sure if her father would punish her but Chao had been so nice and sweet to her that she felt obliged to give him something in return for what he had given her - It felt like good karma to offer.

She turned around to face him and began to clean his flaccid dick with her mouth. He was uncircumcised but it wasn’t the first time she had seen a cock with a sheath and it didn’t bother her. She used just her mouth to lick his cock clean. He giggled at first and then pushed her head away as he burst into laughter “ticklish!” he warned

“Please Sir?” she pouted and realized she wanted the cum in her mouth more than he did and being a naughty cum slut made her feel both twisted and adventurous at the same time. Jamie knew she would have to spend some time wondering if she had begged to lick up his cum to be a dutiful slut as a ‘good sport’ or she really wanted to have to do it - The way she felt at the moment was the latter.

Jamie slurped Chao’s dick and let it drop a few times every time he got squeamish about how sensitive he was when she wrapped her lips around his soft, shriveled dick to lick every drop from the folds within his sheath.

“You come out soon, You father want go!” the mother warned from behind the cloth curtain in the store that they needed to wrap things up. As she did Jamie turned her head slightly with the cock still in her mouth and Chao shot again.

At first she thought he was cumming a second time but it became readily apparent from the warm steady stream that he was pissing into her mouth. Jamie did her best to contain his spray and gulp it down but she had never had anyone piss on her or in her mouth and she wasn’t ready for the disgusting feeling of having the yellow stream delivered down her throat. He shot some into her eye and hair as she swallowed and gasped for air before she instinctively took it back in her mouth and let him finish spraying down her throat.

Jamie had drank some piss before, but it had been her mother’s inside of bottled water on dares and punishment or the cakey residue on dicks. This was entirely different and when he finished he apologized profusely but she just said, “It’s okay Sir, that was fine.” gave him a sweet smile that made him feel even more guilty for soiling this pretty, blonde American girl with his urine.

“So now I am a piss drinker, just like I am a cum drinker, there is a first for everything.” She smacked her lips wondering how she could be so unshocked by what just happened in her mouth. “Tastes like sour-apple kind of.” she thought aloud of the after taste. She wiped his lap down with her shirt before wiping her own face, chest and ass with it.

Jamie began to wonder (and possibly accept) if two weeks of discipline as a whore had been slowly chipping away the moral taboos that she had grown up with or if drinking piss really wasn’t as earth-shatteringly a big deal as she would have thought. It was gross but not much worse than the stale water or cum she had been drinking all week.

Had this been the goal of her Dad and Chris all along... to slowly introduce her into a world of debauchery and have her rationalize it? Jamie was lost in thought.

“You’ve got to wear that shirt?” Chao brought Jamie back into reality by asking her a question about the perverted long shirt that was all she was permitted to wear at Flea World from now on.

“Yes, I do. My father wouldn’t want it any other way, Chao…I mean Sir.” Jamie had meant it to sound sweet and endearing but Chao, having no idea why this girl was the way she was, assumed she was simply a dutiful daughter with a strong willed father.

He smiled sweetly at her because he could relate to what he thought was her situation as he buckled his pants and waited for her to pull her shirt back over her head to lead her back out into his mother’s stall.

“You fuck her in ass?” she was waiting to challenge him as soon as he stepped out.

“Yes Mama”

“You lie to me, Chao?” she asked skeptically of her normally timid boy.

“One way to find out… turn around and lift your shirt and show his momma what she paid for.” Bill interrupted.

His daughter did exactly as she was instructed lifting her ‘fudge’ over her back without concern for who might be in the store. Chao had gained some confidence now that he had his first sexual experience and she felt strangely more confident from the humiliating experience as well.

Her asshole had been teased and was wet and puffy from Choa’s ministrations to it which satisfied his mom. “Okay you put away now, you bring flies!” she waved her hand in her face as if swatting some away in what was for her a funny joke.

Jamie executed a perfect curtsy as she had often practiced by dipping her head submissively, raising her shirt slightly and bending at the knee. “Thank you Ma’am for allowing me to get buttfucked by your son, and suck his dick. I enjoyed licking all of his cum and..” Jamie thought for a moment about mentioning that he pissed in her mouth and decided against it. She felt guilty like she was being dishonest through omission but she added “And I hope you will allow me or my mother to do it again some time.”

“She is very um chang sae kki”

“Thank you Ma’am.” Jamie didn’t know what that meant but she assumed it was a compliment of some kind from a grateful mother for helping her son get over his shyness around girls. She winked at Chao and took her father’s hand gleefully.

“Okay cum dump, good job.” Bill offered her what he considered a compliment once they were out of earshot of the t-shirt stand. “You did real good.”

Jamie could hear genuine praise in her father’s voice and she swung his hand back and forth in hers as they walked through the Flea Market midway to Dragon Tattoo. “Your mom can load all our old shit at that guy’s warehouse.” He held up a note written by the shopkeeper in Korean he had received in trade for his daughter’s work.

Jamie just smiled at him and ignored the stares and leers she was getting for wearing just the t-shirt, dog collar and heels as she reflected on the experiences she had endured.

“That was fun, Sir.” She admitted after a short distance.

“Fun? Well holy shit.” Bill stopped in his tracks.