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Unlucky Lottery Ticket
by Amanda Serve
 
This is sort of a Prequel to the story. Many readers want to “dig” right in
and start reading something nasty. I think I understand that. I strongly
encourage you to read the prequel, so that you can understand how this could
really happen, and what circumstances led up to it.
 
The headline read  “Lucky Single Mother of Four Wins State Lotto”.
It was one of those wonderful happy endings you hear about. After struggling as a
teenage mother, working my way through college and working two jobs I
finally get a lucky break. I was 29, and working as a Schoolteacher full
time and part time as a waitress. One day a regular customer at the Diner
had left me the same ‘rotten’ tip he always did, a lottery ticket..except
this time it was worth twelve million dollars over the next twenty years.
 
Naturally when I found out it was a winner, I got very excited and told all
my friends. Before word got to the media, the old man who had given me the
ticket asked me not to tell them who had left the ticket for me. He said he
didn’t want any notoriety, and at his age didn’t need the money or the
taxes.
 
I respected his wishes, and didn’t tell anyone how I had received the
ticket. I had been raised to be thankful when someone does you some
kindness, and I was determined to go to his house and offer him at least a
share of the money. We would be getting our first pay off in four months,
and another installment every year for twenty years. I figured I would just
drive over to his house, and offer to take care of things for him in his
retirement, whatever he needed…and repay the favor. I guess I believe
strongly In Karma, and what ‘goes around, comes around.’
 
It had been a wonderful after noon. I hadn’t quit my jobs; it had only been
about three days since the local news ran the story on me. My relatives had
all called, and I knew that many of them would now be scheduling ‘vacations’
to come and ‘visit’ with their favorite niece/sister/cousin or whatever,
that they just had never found the time to visit…when I was still poor. Well
that was to be expected it was totally human nature.
 
My children had pretty much been excited, and ALL four of them had started
wish lists of things they wanted as soon as we got our money. The bank had
been kind enough to extend us a note to go ahead and move out of our tiny
two-bedroom apartment, and into a much bigger house. I was finally able to
pay off the totally corrupt ‘buy-here-pay-here’ place and owned the title to
my car. I had already even got some new credit cards. Things seemed to be
just fine.
 
My two youngest were at my parent’s house-ranch just outside of the city
limit. That’s who had helped me all through my life. My mother had been a
hard working housewife, and she had done her best to help me watch my
children. My father and I had never spoken much; he always made me nervous.
He was very different than me. He spoke in a quiet, sharp southern accent
and he always had the ability to say in a few words what it takes a normal
person a whole mouthful to say. He always kept a bible with him in the front
seat of his car. He spat chewing tobacco and was every part the rural old
country farmer type. He spent most of his time out in a shed, working with
tools and thanks to Justin and Ryan’s reports, drinking whiskey, smoking
swisher sweet cigars, and looking at really old hustler magazines.
 
Speaking of my children, I hadn’t introduced them. I suppose that I should
have done that in the very beginning. I have fraternal twins, Ryan and
Nicole. They just turned 16, and they are about as opposite as night and
day. That’s kind of how I had wanted it. Growing up, Ryan got to hang out
with his grand father, while Nicole baked cookies in the comfort of
grandma’s kitchen. So, it was only natural that they grew up to be
competitive, and completely opposite kids.
 
Ryan is a striking young man, always ready to challenge anyone or anything
he hears. I knew he was a very smart kid at an early age. I always thought
he’d make a great lawyer, because whenever he got into trouble, he’d
negotiate, whine, weasel, bluster, or baffle till it didn’t seem like it
made any sense to punish him. It was pretty cute till he turned about
thirteen. At that age he started getting into girls, and sports, and then he
started to listen to Kid Rock, and get into that rebellious ‘punk’/gen-x
stage. I wasn’t too pleased with his latest hobby Tae Kwon Do, but at least
it offered him away to channel his natural youthful aggression. Ryan had
always been my little “Man”, and try as I might to soften him up as a kid,
fiercely protective of his siblings against other bullies at school, and a
class cut-up…he seemed to look forward to independence, but had never
questioned the chores I gave him. I tried to always make it seem like they
were ‘The man of the house’s job’, like taking out the trash or moving
furniture around.
 
Nicole, with the same dark hair, and sharp features that her brother has,
was always my ‘Princess’. I knew that growing up with Ryan, she had defended
herself against his pranks. I think it was often pretty cute, and usually
very obvious that Ryan and Nicole had an unwritten understanding that when
one person did something wrong like knock over a lamp, or color on the
walls, they covered for each other…but expected a favor in return. Usually
in the form of doing the others chores, or agreeing not to rat the other one
out next time they did something bad.
She worked at the YMCA as a youth life guard for pollywogs, volunteered at
the hospital, was a straight A student, and found the time to do the lions
share of house work, which was a real blessing since I was working two jobs.
I think at 16 though she was starting to hate doing the housework, and was
trying really hard to delegate her responsibility. I suppose if I had to
assign her a vice, besides the fact that her corner of the Kid’s Bedroom was
a shrine to the Backstreet boys, it’s that she is a MTV/House of style
junkie. She doesn’t want to dress like a slut, but she doesn’t care for the
fairly conservative clothes I have her wear. I tell her that she will thank
me, when she gets to be my age.  Ancient as I am at twenty-nine years old!
 
Then there was Justin. I had Justin when I was a little older than Nicole
was. I thought back then that the boy I cared about in high school was going
to do the right thing and do his part. I suppose I have always been a little
too trusting. Justin is twelve, and a rough and tumble boy if they’re ever
was one. He idolizes his brother Ryan, and if ever the kids play sports or
monopoly always wants to be on Ryan’s team. I guess that’s natural, boys
against the girls, and I know Ryan kinda takes the hero-worship for granted
and takes advantage of his little brothers favor by tricking him out of his
allowance, or having him do Ryan’s chores. I always figured that was sort of
the natural pecking order with big brothers and little brothers. The thing
is Justin doesn’t mind, as long as he gets to tag along with his brother,
and feels like he has his approval, he is pretty easy to please. Justin was
never one to veg out with Nintendo or TV, he liked to be outside riding his
bike, or hunting frogs, playing ball….kid stuff.
 
Last but not least, the baby. Amber is ten years old, a different father.
Unlike her three older brothers and sister, she has long, flowing, blonde
hair. I have always been envious that she got her fathers ivory complexion,
blue eyes, and soft baby-doll features. I think it’s that Polly-Anna look
that has made her the tattletale of the bunch. If you wanna know something,
that the other kids are doing, you ask Amber. If you don’t want to know
something the kids are doing, just wait..Amber will tell you anyway.
Naturally she takes a lot of grief for that, but like many ten year old
girls, thinks its her natural duty as youngest child to set the world, or at
least mommy or grandma straight on who slapped who in the back seat, and who
is looking at who, and who took the others French fries out of the happy
meal, and so on. Like her older Sister, Amber likes to dress up, look
pretty, paint her nails, play with dolls, and I think she wishes she had a
playmate her own age. Nicole is just too old for that stuff, and the two of
them don’t really have as many common interests. They tend to fight over
Nickelodeon vs. MTV’s House of Style or Road Rules.
 
Now me? Well you’ll get to know more about me as I tell you my story, but I
suppose it won’t hurt to fill in the details. Yes I was an early mother. I
have always tried really hard, and despite the attitude towards girls who
have babies when they are just kid’s themselves, a lot of people worked hard
to help me get my education. I wanted to repay them, by becoming an
instructor myself. So when I graduated Community College, I went straight
into working as a 7th grade teacher, and I take a special interest in girls
who might be on a path that is going to lead to teen pregnancy. I’d like to
think my efforts helped some of them, but sadly the ones I followed up on,
never seemed benefited from my advice or experience, and seemed to destined
to take on the burden of raising a child from an early pregnancy. I worked
at an all night restaurant all through college, and still work there, part
time. It keeps me slender, and fit…but puts a few bags under my eyes.
 
Yes I am twenty-nine years old, and I think I still look pretty youthful. I
suppose being a mother has aged me some, and the fact that I am a teacher, I
had a pretty conservative look. I had always lightened my hair, or accented
with highlights and kept it shoulders length. I didn’t over do make up,
because when I did, people said I looked like a ‘bitch’. I suppose the
stress of four children, and two jobs, will sorta bring that out of you to.
Always putting out fires, settling disputes, cleaning up, and taking care of
bills and bill collectors.
 
 
So where was I? Yes, that afternoon..We had dropped Ryan off at  Tae Kwon
Do, done some grocery shopping and were planning on bringing some gifts over
to the kind old retired fellow, who had been leaving me a losing lottery
ticket for the last several years on a weekly basis. I was determined to
give him what I thought he deserved, for his share of our good fortune, and
I wasn’t going to take no for an answer this time. I am a Taurus, and if I
make up my mind, or give my word, then world watch out! I am going to follow
it through, no matter how bitter the medicine, or how hard the road. I
suppose I had been proving that all my life.
 
It was just Nicole and I and as we walked up to the old man’s apartment, we
saw that his door was just swinging open. It looked like maybe he was in
trouble. Cautiously I walked up to the door, I had always been afraid of
‘night stalkers’ or guys who waited around to ambush and rob you. I think my
kids thought I was nuts and paranoid. That’s the kind of stuff you read
about in scandalous tabloids alongside “Three breasted Alien” stories and
“Elvis sightings”, or watch on those police investigation shows. It never
seems to happen to people you know.
 
Still, I had made a habit of locking our doors at night tightly, and had
lived in an apartment with a good security system. I looked in through the
cracked door, and saw the old man lying on the ground, and clearly he was
dead. It didn’t look like there had been much of a struggle, I assumed it
was probably natural causes, but at that moment I was not sure if it was, or
if it had been a killer. The old man could have been trying to get to the
open door to call for help when he had a heart attack, or it could have been
left open by the burglar. It was just too dangerous….looking over at my
daughter, I suddenly felt pretty scared and helpless. I told her not to look
inside, and we got back in our car, and drove away as fast as we could.
 
I phoned in an anonymous call to the police from a telephone booth near our
house, to let them know that I thought there had been some trouble at his
apartment. I hadn’t wanted to get more involved than that. I was just happy,
that I had avoided the possibility that a man would jump out and violently
attack me and my daughter.
 
I talked about it with Nicole and we agreed not to tell any one what we had
saw, and that I had called it in as anonymous. I figured it was so close to
the lottery ticket turning up, it might even jeopardize that, and I really
couldn’t afford a delay in the payment, the first ‘balloon payment’ on the
new house was in four months, and next week we’d be moving in.
 
That whole week, I had terrible nightmares about what I had saw, and what
had happened to him. I suppose it didn’t help that hard copy ran stories on
serial killers for all of sweeps week, and Ryan had a habit of watching that
kind of crap on TV. When it came to TV, on the rare occasion Ryan wanted to
watch TV, it didn’t matter what was on Nickelodeon, or MTV, Ryan had the
seniority amongst the kids to watch what he wanted. I didn’t mind, but at
dinner time, hearing about helpless victims, and topless dancers, and Pamela
Anderson, and just about everything provocative and titillating to the
modern generation, just didn’t seem appropriate. I had asked Ryan to flip
it, but he pulled his shuffling act, about how he didn’t get his way, and
equal time, and it just seemed better not to argue, so what the heck, Trash
TV at dinner time.
 
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That Week went by pretty slow, I still had to work my normal job, and juggle
expenses to make ends meet. It was Friday though, and tomorrow we would be
moving to our new house in a better section of town, closer to the side that
my parents live on. I encourage the kids to spend an hour a night on the
Internet, so that they can be computer literate, but this week we had packed
up most everything except the TV, so we all stayed up on Friday night
watching TV. I had pretty much stopped thinking about the old man, but then
Jerry Springer came on. I told Ryan to flip it, because that show disgusts
me. It’s all about middle-age strippers and the midgets who love them, or
transvestites who join the KKK, and so on. I figured it was mainly just
rigged, people paid to go on TV and pretend to live these ridiculous life
styles. Whatever this episode was about, I didn’t care, I wanted to start
watching something family oriented.
 
When the title flashed across the screen, Ryan said..”mom, you’ll want to
watch this….watch this…because I did a report for school on it.” I was
curious, as to what kind of teacher asks his kids to do a report on Jerry
Springer. In 7th grade, it would be unthinkable, but the high schools were
tougher. I knew teachers went to more extreme measures to reach kids, and
probably some young college graduate who wants to ‘reach’ an extremely
bright and gifted kid like Ryan whose attention span is short, assigned him
something like this, but I knew how to complain directly to the powers that
be in the school district, so I wanted to hear.
 
He explained while the show started. I kinda tuned it out. It was something
about a hillbilly family, where cousins married cousins, and how the man
treats the mother and daughter as equal love slaves, and has sex with them
after they get done working at the topless bar. Typical trailer trash stuff.
 
Ryan explained that he had received the project in Television Productions,
and that I would be very proud of what he had done. Well, I could understand
that. So we watched the show, and I have to admit, it was almost amusing. It
was also kind of sad to watch these people show the world their ass, both
literally and figuratively. The highlight was when the mother showed her
pixilated boobs, and cursed her daughter until her daughter got up and
stripped down to panties and then they fought. Most of the show was –bleeps-
where they cut out the cuss words.
 
Nothing productive came out of the show. In the end, they were left exactly
as they had been, perhaps a little more notable in the particular trailer
park they came from. The toothless redneck and his love slave mother and
daughter team would no doubt go home and fight and fuck and argue for weeks
about the show. In the very end, after the third scuffle, I think between
the original father of the daughter, the toothless redneck had her get down
on her hands and knees, and show her bare ass to the audience. She wasn’t
embarrassed, she was happy to do it. I had never believed anyone would enjoy
it. I suppose when I thought about the world of whips and chains and
dominant masters, it seemed like one of those ‘Emanuel movies’, where these
exotic women in fancy chain costumes and high heels, spoke eloquently to
masters that they idolized, and practiced elaborate poses of submission. I
guess that’s from being a product of the 70’s and those soft porn movies
that came out of that era.
 
In her case though, it wasn’t so much a delight because she was pleasing her
so-called master, I think she would have shown her ass if ANYONE  had wanted
to see it. I think she liked the attention, but probably more importantly
liked causing the controversy. I am not sure if she thought she was
beautiful, her ass was definitely no model quality,  I mean they pixelized
it, but what I saw, and the audience reactions made it look like they
weren’t all approving. I’ll explain why I tried to figure out what was going
on in her head to possess her to do this later.
 
The real magic moment, was after the audience quieted down from their chant
of ‘springer, springer’ springer’, the toothless redneck that these two
women had been so jealous for and fighting over, both brought out their
lesbian lovers. The lesbian lovers of the mother and daughter, then revealed
that they had secretly been seeing EACH other, and after the slapping and
biting that followed that, the toothless redneck had the mother kiss the
daughter full on the lips to ‘prove her love for him’. The audience acted
like they were touched by this ‘make-up’, but clearly this was a French
kiss, and she had done it because she was so attracted to the control of
this stupid ugly bumpkin. Just like her daughter, she also seemed to thrive
on the public spectacle that she had just made of herself, because as she
left the stage, she lifted her shirt to reveal a flabby, but definitely
pierced breast.
 
“Well that was interesting?” I said…somewhat shocked after the show had
ended. As a family we had laughed at the show in the beginning, and Amber
and Justin were getting tired anyway, but for the last half of the show, all
of us had sat in total silence. I guess that’s how people get attracted to
watching those kinds of bizarre shows.
 
Amber and Justin had fallen asleep in beanbag chairs near the TV, and we
were all yawning, but Ryan’s report was next. “Shows not over, mommy!” said
Ryan, his tone was very menacing. I looked at him with the same look I
always gave one of my kids when they backtalked me, one of disapproval, but
he ignored it. He never called me mommy, and certainly his tone was uncalled
for. That’s when he slipped in the tape.
 
It was time coded, and it was a black and white surveillance camera from the
old man who had given me the Lottery tickets apartment complex, in the
hallway outside his house. It showed us walking up to the apartment. Instead
of just walking up and peaking in, some editing had been done to make it
look like we walked in, and it looked like in my left hand was a club or
pipe or something. My jaw just hung open.
 
I Wanted to ask him to explain the tape, and while we all watched, a few
moments later it looked like us exiting. It was us leaving, but somehow he
made it look like two women opening the door to the apartment and exiting…It
was if it was us walking up to the apartment superimposed with that club,
and then it looked like he had carefully put fuzzy looking doubles of us
walking in to the apartment.
 
Ryan turned off the VCR with the remote and brought up the lights, “Your
finger prints are on the door knob…good thing you never had a police
record.” Is all that he said. I started to say something, but all of us were
in stunned silence.
 
“Here is the deal….” Ryan paused for a second, and said “I am now the man of
the house…you will do whatever I say, and we are going to have some new
rules…..Unless of course you want this tape to end up in the police’s hands?
I’d imagine they’d assume your motive had something to do with the lottery
ticket. You do realize they tape your voice on the 911 call you made? That
was perfect…I couldn’t have hoped for things to have turned out better….you
see I followed you. I have been for a while now. Your precious Nikki is not
only the smart kid in school, and it’s amazing what you can do with the
Television equipment these days..its all on computer……”
Nicole looked terrified, Ryan almost never called her Nikki, because she
hated it. She had hated that name ever since the song “Darling Nikki” by
Prince, because it sounded so trashy.
 
“Oh that’s right, you were there, helping mom, like a good little girl, and
you’ll answer ONLY to Nikki from now on, and Mom..you’ll answer ONLY to
Sherry from now on..and your lucky I don’t make you answer to Bitch and
Cunt.”
 
I couldn’t believe he had the nerve to call me these things to my face.
“Tomorrow when we move in to the new house, I will explain all the new
rules…if you think you can fuck around with me, your wrong, because I have
plenty more copies of the tapes, and I have people in place ready to witness
everything, including this….” He pulled a blood stained crow bar out of a
bag with a washcloth. “Yep, you didn’t think he died by accident did you?
Your responsible for his death…and don’t you remember buying this crow bar
on your discover card last week?”
 
It was true, I had bought several new tools for his grand father on a
shopping splurge when I got the new credit cards. He had swiped it when we
went to visit him. He even had an old receipt, with a copy of my signature
on it. “If the Cops asked why I have so much evidence, that’s no problem
either, because I have been practicing the story I am going to tell about
how my mother had been plotting to kill the old man for his money, after she
got the lottery ticket”
 
He didn’t have to explain any further, he just pressed –play- on the VCR,
there it was, a camcorder that looked like it was mounted on a dresser or
something, and a woman who I have to admit, looked a lot like me. You
couldn’t make out her face. He even called “Sherry…I have wanted this so
bad….”.
 
Ryan explained that the old man was so senile, that when Ryan’s girlfriend
turned up in one of my uniforms from the 24-hour diner, and a wig, he
thought it was me. “Your own fault for having that ridiculous hair
style…they don’t even make wig’s any more….you can only buy them in 1975
hair styles…so it was fairly easy to make her look like you….you made this
easier than I thought.” He was genuinely pleased with himself, and he could
tell by our reactions of total disbelief.
 
“Oh, want another highlight?” he didn’t wait for a response, he just
unpaused it, and showed a clip of the man who looked bludgeoned, reading a
scripted will and ‘leaving his lucky lottery ticket to Sherry Nettles’. “The
Police are going to think you made him video tape this will, right before
you killed him in case you had trouble getting ALL the money….It really
looked good, like a really poorly planned attempt by someone to force a
person into looking like out of the kindness of their heart they gave 12
million dollars to a waitress for ‘years of service, and all the great
sex…’. Off camera, my voice said “C’mon you can do better than that.”.
 
I remember when I told Justin those words last week when I saw how badly he
had washed dishes, when it was his turn. There were a few other choice
samples, that he had recorded of his sister and me, and played at just the
right volume, and just the right time, that there would pretty much be no
way a jury would allow that much evidence to be ignored. Even O.J. Simpson
would have had a hard time beating this.
 
“The good news is, that it’s not going to be that bad….I am not going to be
a bad master….” Master? It had finally dawned on me why he had us watch that
episode of Springer..He wanted to have sex with us? No….there was simply no
way. I mean, when he was twelve and thirteen he had been caught watching
Nicole in the shower, and touching himself, but standing in the corner and
washing his mouth out with soap had done the trick. That was natural. They
had stop bathing together when they were about eight, and I felt like it was
no big deal. Ryan had girl friends all the time, he never introduced them,
mostly they were girls who I didn’t really like when I caught a rare
glimpse. The kind you see in the mall with belly button rings, and tall
platform shoes, cute girls, but definitely dressed more daring than I would
have been willing to allow Nicole to dress.
 
He continued “Yes, that’s right..I am the master of the house, and you will
inform Justin and Amber that I will be the man of the house and that they
answer to me…You will still care for them, and I’ll allow you to discipline
them, and I’ll let them call you mom. Nikki…things are basically the same
for you….I am just through taking your shit, that’s all…oh and, your going
to let me manage the money…don’t worry, as long as the family remains under
my control, your secret is safe between us three and my associates, and all
of you will be well taken care of…..and depending on how well things go, I
may even let you both stop working if you want to, and even hire
servants…trust me….I did this for your own good…neither of you would do the
right thing with the money….I didn’t want to do this to you, you forced my
hand.”
 
I guess he was convinced that he was saving us from ourselves. I really
didn’t understand what he meant by going along with him, and I wanted to
discuss it, but I was pretty afraid of the evidence. The death penalty in
our state is pretty severe, and not too long ago, there had been a lady who
had been put to death in our state because she had blackmailed and murdered
her eccentric millionaire lover, and I had a funny feeling that some how the
media would call me a ‘copy cat’, and that’s all it would take to be
convicted in the worlds eyes. Not only that, but if I some how managed to
get out of this situation, I’d probably lose the house due to the lottery
commission not paying us for acts of foul play, and I’d definitely lose my
job as a teacher, which aside from my children was my life, and never get to
teach again. Lose my job and my house, and you can be sure, that I’d be
considered an unfit mom. I nearly wanted to vomit.
 
After all this bomb shell, he told us to “get some sleep, tomorrow is a big
moving day.”  How could I sleep? What was supposed to be a happy day, would
soon be a terrible day. By the looks of Nikki (And I suppose I should start
calling her that now), she didn’t understand either what was going on, but
she definitely believed Ryan capable of what he said.
 
You know at this point, I was really considering just waiting til the
bastard fell asleep and choking him to death. As a mother, I couldn’t bear
the thought that I would do this to my own child, and certainly then I
really would be a murderer. I tried to reason that he intended to just get
recognition as the man of the house he had always saw himself as. It’s not
like I couldn’t have just got in the car and left too…I really thought about
that…I mean the lottery ticket was already turned in, I could just have them
send the check to where we were…..figure out what to do later.
I already told you I am a Taurus, something I have been paying for all my
life. More stubborn than smart, I chose to stay and possibly confront Ryan
tomorrow. I don’t know shame him or guilt him into destroying his
evidence…paying off his ‘associates’ and forgetting this ever happened. I’d
still love him. I’d tell him so, and I really felt like I would. I couldn’t
get to sleep until about 2 am, thinking about how he had said he was the
master, and would have new rules, and how ‘pleasant it would be’, and then I
flash backed to that kiss, between the fat mother and her thin little
trailer-trash bleach blonde daughter on Springer…All these images in my
head. He said it was for my own good, for OUR own good but I just didn’t
know what to make of him any more. So much a man now, surely so many things
had gone right recently, and I felt like the world finally owed me a break.
I couldn’t have come this far In life, faced so many hurdles, and turn
around my karma, only to have something like this happen for real.
 
It reminded me of when I was a teenager driving along on a wonderful summer
day in a brand new shiny red car, with my boy friend at the time. The wind
In my hair, the smell of honey suckles in the crisp air, and the sun shining
down pleasantly on my face. Then in a split second, a swerve, my stomach
turned, and we crashed into a tree. The perfect little corvette all twisted
in a mess, and my arm broken, I looked up in a daze, like a dream..a really
bad dream to see a paramedic over me. I just couldn’t believe it had
happened. It was so quick. Such a sudden swerve in the road, ended a perfect
and long journey in a split second. I kept wanting it to not have happened,
and I was having that same feeling now….I was really caught up…this was a
web. I wondered, how will I ever get out of it?
 
 
Moving Day
 
Moving day, we had hired professional movers in advance. “Master” Ryan was
up at the crack of dawn, like a commander..Marching around directing things.
We hadn’t informed the youngest ones about last night yet. Infact, I hadn’t
decided how to handle Young Mister Ryan-Smarty-Pants, that’s for sure. I was
thinking that it might some how “come to me” through the day how to deal
with it, or maybe Ryan would just get cold feet. After all, I raised him. In
his heart, he couldn’t be completely evil. Maybe he figured that once he had
our attention, we would listen to his plan for the family, and grow to like
his ‘new arrangement’ he hinted about during the move. I kept saying to
myself that he murdered a harmless old man, and wished that I had never
found that Lottery Ticket under that empty coffee cup, for the very first
time.
 
When the move was done, we were all pretty tired. A nice Tudor Two-story,
five bedroom, 21/2 bath, 2 car garage house with a nice fenced in yard, and
a pool. Looked like the American dream, and certainly cost enough. Our stuff
barely filled 1/5th the house, so it hadn’t taken as much time to unload, as
to decide what to do with it all.
 
I talked with Nikki during the day, and humored Ryan by going by “Sherry”
and calling her Nikki, and I never addressed him by Master, I just wouldn’t
call him anything. She told me she was really scared, and had plans of going
to college, and she felt that Ryan was really going to take advantage of
this situation for a long time to come. I tried to reassure her, and asked
that she trust me to make the right decisions. “I have been around Ryan all
of his life, I know him…if he doesn’t feel some remorse over what he did, if
we just cooperate, but don’t let on that we are shocked, or impressed, he
may give up on his ego trip..I have always noticed that when you did that as
children, he seemed to give up on bullying you. We can’t ignore him. We
can’t betray him. The only thing we can do, is play the cards we are dealt,
until we get new ones…maybe he will make a mistake.” She agreed.
 
“Mom, You know he is going to want to do something nasty.”
 
“Oh, I know.” I replied. “I don’t think he’d follow through on it. I am not
sure just how mentally healthy your brother is, I can’t imagine him wanting
to see us naked or anything…but I want you to be prepared.”
 
“You don’t think he’d really…..” she asked
 
“Yes, I think he is capable of it, Nicole…and right now, as long as it all
between us, I am prepared to do what I have to…I can’t ask you to do
anything you don’t want to do..”
 
Nikki stopped me before I could finish what I was saying and said “He is
coming, I understand…we’ll see…I think you’re really brave…”
 
I was proud of her.
 
---The house arrangement---
My original plan was that each person would have their own bedroom, and we
would use the basement as a sort of Rec. Center for the Kids. I was going to
take the master bedroom, with the sliding glass door to the pool, and
adjoining Den for a library.
 
Ryan decided where every thing went, and so he threatened that if “you don’t
like this, I can make it a lot worse for you two cunt’s.” He was fairly open
about his contempt for us, even infront of the two moving guys. I heard
them laughing about it. The moving guys proved one thing fairly universal
about men, and that is they find the strangest shit funny, and can take
pleasure in the misfortune of others. They never said a word about the
arrangement.
 
Ryan took the master bedroom. Amber and Justin got the next two biggest
bedrooms. The other two were left empty, and Nikki and I were expected to
share the Den on a couch. Other than that, the Den had nothing. All her Back
street boy stuff was just put up in the Attic, along with the bulk of our
clothing. He told us that he would go through and decide what we got to
keep.
 
It was at that point; I knew what direction he was taking. He wanted things
to be like on that Springer episode. There were only four chairs at the
dining table, he had put the other two in the basement. He told us that he
would figure out what to do with the other bedrooms upstairs, but that the
basement was going to be “His”. It had an old Bar, that I had wanted to take
out of it, because I wasn’t much of a drinker…obviously this stayed, and I
figured him and his high school buddies would probably want to use it like a
‘club house’ of sorts, so I could concede all of this so far.
 
The couch was one thing, but then he had the moving guys remove the doors to
all the bathrooms. He had them take out the sliding glass doors to the
shower stalls. He had them unscrew the toilet paper hangers from next to the
toilet and put them on the outside of the bathroom. Then he had them add
extra electric sockets in the places where the toilet rolls had been near
the toilets.
 
There were to be no curtains, and the moving men disappeared for a while to
do some carpentry work around the house.
 
The doors were set out on the lawn for the garbage, as well as a lot of
things he said “we will never need again”. I would have cried if I had known
that almost all of the pictures of myself as a child, and them as children
were in those boxes. Trophies and memento’s of Nikki’s were also thrown in
the garbage. I told her “It’s just material stuff.”. Grudgingly. He
reassured us, that if ‘you play along, you will get some things you want
back from the attic…I just have to be sure that you are committed to being
my slaves…”
 
He had not said the word “slave” to me before this. I think if he had, I
might have really just killed him that night. It was like a knife in the
back. He saw the look on our faces, and said “Okay, I guess you have been in
the dark long enough, little ones…It’s time for you to face the music…Let’s
talk. But first Tip the moving men…show them your boobs.”
 
“What?” Said Nikki
 
“Don’t question me!” Ryan whispered, embarresed that she was challenging him
in front of these two strangers.
 
“they don’t want to see that do ya guys?” I asked them, giving them an
innocent, but good-natured teasing pout.
 
That took a little of the nasty-spite out of them, and while one was shaking
his head yes, the guy who was the driver said  “No Ma’am, I guess it’s best
we be a leavin now…” I signed the credit voucher for their services, pretty
expensive for movers, so I suppose they got a ‘tip’ out of the money they
made on our move….and they left.
 
Ryan told us that would be the last time we questioned him in public,
because “I really don’t give a damn, I am serious…you make ONE mistake….ONE
mistake…and it will be your last!!!”
 
So Justin and Amber played outside on the swingset that was already at the
house. We all sat at the table, and “Master Ryan” laid out the plan to us…He
told it to us almost like he was making it up as he went, but more like he
was trying to remember all the things that he had planned on doing. He
seemed to want our ‘approval’. We were determined not to give him the
satisfaction, but we had little choice but to listen and go along.
 
 
CHAPTER ONE: It begins.
 
So my 16 year old son, declared himself master of the household. He started
the conversation at our brand new Dining table with “This is the first, and
last time you will sit at this table unless I tell you to. From now on, you
will stand and eat, you to the right of me Sherry..and you to left of me
Nikki.” We swallowed, I could hear myself swallow, as he addressed us by the
slaves names he had assigned his mother and his twin sister Nicole.
 
“You will always walk a step behind me wherever we go, in that same
position…and unless I tell you otherwise, all the rules are
non-negotiable…you do them, or I will tell make sure the police get all the
evidence for the murder that you both committed…” I wanted to correct him,
but I could tell he was on a roll. He spent the next fifteen minutes
outlining the ‘do’s and don’ts’.
 
“You will answer to whatever I call you as sweetly and politely as I tell
you…you will never answer anyone who calls you “Nicole”, you must plainly
tell them you go by “Nikki”, he informed my daughter. You are now my slaves,
until I say otherwise. My property, you will come to realize that I, and I
alone own you. I do have friends, and you will meet some of them over time,
and I may loan you to them, but you are ultimately mine.”
 
“You won’t tell anyone about the arrangement we have, but in private you
will call me Master Ryan. In public you will call me Sir, and you will call
everyone else Mister or Misses, including everyone of your students, and for
Justin and Amber (My 12 and 10 y/o) you will just call them Mister Justin
and Miss Amber. You will explain this is a sign of respect. You will call
each other Sherry and Nikki. This is because you are worthless pieces of
shit, and you will learn that…” he paused “Wipe that look off your fucking
faces? If you think I am crude now, you just wait…it’s going to get a lot
worse….before I continue…are either of you prepared to stand up to me, or
are you going to do what I say?”
 
We were stunned.
 
“Answer me!”
 
“yes…” I offered…and Nikki shook her head yes. Then She followed with a
“Yes”.
 
His eyes grew wide with anger and said “In the future, you will each receive
10 swats where you stand, whenever you fail to address anyone properly!
MASTER RYAN!”
 
“Yes Master Ryan” we both choked out. I was almost amused at how silly it
sounded to say. I could tell that I had better hide that amusement in my
voice or he would get more extreme to try and prove his point.
 
“Good, now that you realize you are mine to do with as I please…you will do
whatever I say, whenever I say it…from now on, every night you will both
sleep nude….infact, you will have Justin and Amber sleep nude…tell them that
we are saving on Air Conditioning, until we get our money.”
 
“Can’t we keep them out of this?” I offered.
 
“No, they are part of this family, and As long as you do your part, I won’t
have to make them both slaves..they don’t deserve it, but if you fuck up,
when your in jail, they both become my slaves…”
 
He was deadly serious. “You won’t tell them your doing this because of the
muder! You’ll tell them that I am now in charge of the house hold, and you
have decided to listen to me for a change.”
 
“The family will now always take baths together…that means that we all stand
in the same bathroom and share bathwater. I want two to three to a tub. We
will go in the order that I dictate, every day. You will tell them that it’s
to save money on water, and that it’s going to bring us closer together, to
wash each other…now that we have more time together. If either of you are
allowed to bathe first, when you get out of the tub, you will not dry off,
you will just stand directly in front of the tub, until I get done using my
towel, then you can share it….but precious Amber and Justin can dry off
normally, no point in them catching a cold or something, but I think I want
to watch you two shiver a bit…
 
Nikki said “That’s gross…we are grown up, Justin and Amber shouldn’t see us
naked.”
 
Totally disregarding her concern, but addressing it at the same time, “oh,
and I’ll do the shaving from now on…both of you will have your legs,
asscheeks and pussys shaved by me…THAT”s right, I think it’d be gross too
for them to see grown women naked..so I want you to look more like them, and
be smooth shaved…so no peach fuzz…Oh don’t sweat it….it’s not like I haven’t
seen what either of you have….”
 
I wondered what he had meant about that. Then he pulled out a remote and
pointed it at the VCR, we could see it from the dining room table.. It was
me, on the screen and it looks like he had a hidden camera in my room.
“Another highlight tape, in case your last video didn’t convince you of my
sincerity…”. The first scene was of me taking a crap and wiping my
butt..pretty gross…you didn’t actually see anything..but it was obvious
that’s what I was doing.
 
“Alright…Rya…Master Ryan…I think we get the point.” I said…..not sure, but
it registered and he didn’t get upset that I wasn’t acting like a ‘polite,
delighted little slave’. He just fingered the fast forward key and went to
the next clip, it was clear he wanted us to see this.
 
It was a year ago, and it was me, showing Nikki how to put a condom on a
flesh colored penis dildo. I had taken it upon myself to do this, because I
didn’t want her to get Aid’s or pregnant, and teen pregancy is
something…something I take pretty seriously….but the way he showed it, in
that context, it didn’t look like a mother teaching her daughter important
stuff, it looked like a porno. He put some sexy music to it, and some soft
giggles in the background, for hightened effect, and made it look like we
were just playing with it for fun. “You were both pretty boring before
today…I have been taping the house for over a year, hoping to catch
something worth while, and I think this is pretty much the only
highlights…rest assured, your not going to disapoint me any more..”
 
He fast forwarded again, to me actually using it. Now, every body does it. I
wasn’t really into it, but one night I kinda had an itch to scratch, and
played around with the dildo. One night in 365 days he caught, so I am
pretty sure he had been watching the same old boring tape of me night after
night putting on my night shirt, reading a book and going to bed before he
caught that one. Again, he made it look like I probably did this every
night.
 
“You are going to do this every night, from now on. I will watch you at
first, and coach you..from 9:30 PM to 10:30 Pm, is your bed time. You have
to be in bed, and doing your ‘stretching excercises” with your new toys….He
opened a shoe box full of nasty looking dildos. Some of which looked like
they went two ways in the same direction, some in both directions, some
looked like medieval flails with bumps and spikes, and fish heads, and some
looked like they squirted water, or went into the freezer…”Don’t worry,
you’ll get to check these out later….If I walk in on you and you are not
doing it to my satisfaction, I will do it for you and you won’t like
that…..”
 
“Sherry, You will continue to look after, and clean up after the kids…I
won’t take away your time with them, I think you can be trusted to continue
to discipline them, but I have final say. I like that they get internet
time…and I want them to be very computer literate..you will spend time with
them…as long as you are good..as long as you don’t tell anyone…You and
Nikki..will both get to work, and volunteer at the hospital, just like
before…you just have to wear what I say…and if I found out you don’t, then
privileges get taken away. You don’t get to eat, til we finish eating unless
I say, and you will be the only ones that do any housework. You will divide
it up evenly, I don’t care how it gets done, but if I find it
unsatisfactory,…I’ll take action!” He was trying hard to sound stern, and
fatherly. I found it hard not to laugh. I think he picked up on that. I just
couldn’t picture it all happening…
 
“Put these on”. He gave us across small leather choker-collars. Dog Collars
for poodles. “You will never take these off.”
 
We did as he asked. It was tight, and he said “just breathe in a little
more..maybe this will help you lose weight in the neck.”
 
“Get off the chairs now, and get on your knees before me.”
 
We looked at each other, and rose…then drifted slowly towards him…getting on
our knees, and looking down…it was like an awkward knighting ceremony.
 
“You have sworn to be my slaves until I say your not, and you are now both
my property, from the moment you rise off the ground, you are no longer
going to go back to your old life…..when I tell you to stand up, you will
strip, and when I return I will have your new outfits that I bought for
you.” He said that last part like “what a treat!”. “Then, mom you are going
to sign a few slips of paper…just so that I have access to your checking
account and credit cards….and we’ll call in the kids for dinner..”
 
“Rise.”
 
We were hesistant….”Rise or I’ll strip you myself, and then call them in
here to watch!”
 
We stood up, and began taking off our clothes, I couldn’t believe it.
 
When he came back, it had seemed like quite a while, we were both standing
there, are hands in front of our bodys, He took his time, and said “hands
away..your not to cover yourself with your hands when your naked..nothing to
be ashamed of…let me get a good long look at you both.”
 
He had us twirl, and I could tell that Nikki was crying. He looked us up and
down, got close enough to sniff our butts, I wanted to fart..just to show
him how ‘sweet it is!’…I could tell he was trying to establish some limits…
 
When he had about twenty minutes of ths staring, seemed like an eternity, he
insisted we go around the house and bend over at different walls facing
away, sometimes with our knees bent, and sometimes with our knees
straight…he had us press our heineys to the wall, and then using permanent
magic marker, marked a line across where our back was, and wrote our name on
the white wall. I could only imagine what insane idea he had about that. He
made sure there were atleast one for each of us in every room, even the
empty rooms.
 
Then he let me put on a black teddy, that was little better than being
naked..it was very clear, and my nipples could easily be seen. He gave Nikki
a pink thong that was a size too small. “You don’t get much today, if you
follow your rules, I will start to lighten up on you, but I have to prove
who is boss…you understand..” We didn’t…but that didn’t seem to matter to
him…
 
He called the kid’s in, and naturally they laughed. He had me explain that
we were all going to start being more casual around the house, and that
grown ups like to wear very little when they are at home, and now that they
were getting older, I was going to allow them to see how grown ups act. It
gave me chills to tell my own children this.
 
Ryan explained that Nikki would be going by Nikki, and that if either of
them called her Nicole, he would personally give them five noogies.
 
They didn’t seem to take it seriously at first, and Ryan just said everyone
would get used to it. I hoped not. We ordered Pizza for our first night, and
naturally Ryan had to make sure the Pizza guy got his “tip” of looking at
both of us in the front room. I think he didn’t want us to go pay, because
he wanted to make sure the pizza delivery person was a guy. He made sure
this time, that we didn’t shy away, and the pizza guy got his jolly-look,
and was on his way, with another of those ‘penthouse letters’ type storys to
tell that no one would believe, about these two hot babes prancing around
for him, for no other reason than he was a “stud” and we were “horny hot
babes” or whatever it is that men believe in those ridiculous fantasy
situations.
 
Then We stood, while everyone ate their Pizza. After we ate our pizza by
holding it in our hands, while standing over the table. I figured this was
really a small price to pay, and if he thought he would really break us into
feeling like “property”, he had a long way to go. I could tell Nikki took it
more personally, since they had been pretty much equals.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Chapter Two: A day in the life
 
That night was like just about every night would be that week. We explained
some of the new changes that “Mommy had decided to allow Ryan to make.” I
think the first “Family Bath” was the hardest.
 
He didn’t shave us that first time, so at least with Pubic hair some how it
didn’t feel as bad. I tried to make it fun, Justin got into it. Amber was
definitely hesitant, she has that sort of “Miss Priss” mentality, but seeing
how insistent we all were, she stripped and got into the bubbles quickly.
 
Ryan took his time washing Nikki and Me, then he had Justin and Amber wash
each other. It was very awkward, but nobody got really nasty or anything. In
fact, it was almost like he said. We seemed to ‘get closer’ as a result. I
thought it was definitely good, because I wanted to take the taboo out of
being naked. I mean, when I was a kid-things were a little more different on
the farm. I spent a lot of summer’s skinny-dipping with friends. I could
tell this wasn’t Ryan’s intention, he wanted to rub our noses in
something…wanted to ‘get even’ for what he perceived was some kind of an
insult.
 
I tried to think back. There were times when I had done some things, that I
never did to Justin..Like I painted Ryan’s nails, or let him dress up and
play make-up with his sister. I guess I was very busy back then, and it’s
not like Nicole hadn’t done ‘Boy things’ like play in mud. It was cute.
Still, I couldn’t help but run through my memories and wonder if he held
that against me? By the time Justin and Amber had come along, I was far too
busy to even worry about stuff like that, and not that it was ever a big
deal or something I did a lot of, just a few times…..I guess it’s easy to
search for someone else to blame…..
 
Then, after we all dried off, we also announced that we’d be sleeping in the
buff. Ryan added unexpectedly “You will all get up, report to breakfast, and
after breakfast your Mom and I will lay out what you are wearing….” He was
grinning, so rather than just make it obvious that he was ‘sweetening’ the
deal, I said “Yes, Ryan and I want to monitor what everyone is wearing, and
make sure that it matches, it’s clean, and it fits properly…”. I had to
justify everything. Even if it didn’t really seem to make a heck of a lot of
sense, or sounded pretty extreme.
 
I guess the toilet paper on the outside of the bathroom was the hardest
explanation. Ryan helped me out on that one. “Someone has been using A LOT
of toilet paper, and so from now on, you will come out here and use it, then
go back in and throw it in the toilet. And if, we find out your still using
too much, I’ll have mom wipe your butts…and check to make sure they are
clean too!”. I could only imagine the first time we had house guests, and
how accepting they’d be of our ‘hospitiality’.
 
The kids had a look at first of bewildered look of amusement, but as the
night wore on, they seem to look more and more sad. I tried to perk things
up, keep things light. We got Justin and Amber to bed, and then went into
the Den to face Ryan’s private ‘dildo’ session that it was obvious he wanted
to see.
 
The thing is, once he got us on the couch. I facing one direction, and my
daughter facing the other, with her feet coming around my shoulders, and
both of us doing dildo’s, he seemed to get bored. It was like the very fact
that we were private and not being watched by some one else, just made it
less amusing. I wondered if he were already videotaping. It wasn’t much of a
show. We made it look like we weren’t amused and were doing it against our
will, not moving fast, or sensually….trying to deny him the pleasure of
watching us get all hot and bothered. Trust me, the awkwardness of the
moment didn’t lend itself to getting off. Unlike Puppy-dogs and men, you
can’t just pet our heads any old time and expect us to pant. We have to be
in the mood, and this hot little room, wasn’t much of a mood setter.
 
He didn’t come back at 9pm to tell us to stop, and so we just took them out
and set them on the floor. My suzi was sore, and I asked Nikki if hers was
too. She said it was “dry”. We both laughed at how funny, yet pathetic this
must look, and got some sleep.
 
The next day we woke up cramped, with the early morning sun shinning into
our drape-less window. I took great effort not to stand in front of windows
that faced the front yard or the neighbor’s house, but eventually some one
was going to look inside. I guess, that they are peeping Tom’s for looking
in, but still…It’s an embarrassing thought.
 
Made breakfast, ate after the kids..then he let them put on some normal
clothes. He had us both wear these 80’s style clothes, with heels. No
panties and Bra’s. How obvious I thought….I mean, he wants us to be white
trash, so he dressed us that way. Insisted we put on way to much blue eye
shadow, base, and lip stick.
 
Before Amber left on the bus, she said “Mommy, I don’t like this…this knew
thing you and Ryan are doing. It just doesn’t seem right.”
 
I was putting on a big hoop earring, and I said “I know dear, just play
along…”
 
That entire week was on pins and needles. He eventually shaved us, in front
of the kids. I could tell he was afraid of touching my suzi and asshole…but
with Nikki he took his time, and threatened to ‘miss’ a few times around her
lips.
 
The outfits were always slutty, but not bad enough that we’d get fired or
kicked out of schools. The other teachers just figured I was going through a
‘phase’, and Nikki got a few stares, but between the goth girls and
cheerlearders, no one really cared about a bon-jovi looking girl in the
90’s.. We cleaned the house, and did what we were told, but we didn’t
‘break’ our spirit. Ryan had taken to go out til late at night, or
disappearing into the basement with a few ‘guy friends’ who he introduced as
‘Football buddies’. Nikki identified them as the ‘Geek Squad’ from school.
Ryan had told her that no one at school would find out, as long as she ‘did
what she was told’, and so at different times the guys were there for
bathtime. When it came to the restroom though, We all held it in, if the
guys were there and we needed to use the bathroom. So far, to be
honest…things were really not all that fucked up.
 
I was starting to think Ryan was having a change of heart, that he was not
satisfied being as mean to me, and his sister as he thought he would have. I
figured our strategy of just not letting him break us, and looking innocent,
but not totally vulnerable, was denying him that pleasure he was sure he’d
get out of this ‘arrangement’.
 
Then on Friday night, he announced that there would be a “Pool Party” on
Saturday. He told us all that we’d be wearing some skimpy bathing suits and
serving refreshments for his friends. Sure enough, he had a thong for me…a
little pink T-bar, with a white top…didn’t really match. The top is the kind
that has several straps, all leading up to a single tie in the back. Clearly
this was made for a stripper, or someone who goes to a topless beach and
wants to take off her suit with a single flick of a finger.
 
Nikki wasn’t as lucky as me. She got bottoms that had to be made out of shoe
strings, and a top that looked like so much fishing twine. I guess, it was
good we didn’t have pubic hair.
 
Amber got to wear an oversized “Thumbelina” one piece. It was about two
sizes too big for her. I am not sure what that was all about, I guess Ryan
was wanting it to slip and slide while she swam.
 
Even Justin had to wear a speedo. He protested, and asked for his
“Sunbritches”, but Ryan told him that he wouldn’t fit in with the rest of
the family.
 
Ryan on the other hand wore some knee-length khaki shorts and a white-tank
top.
 
He handed us each serving trays, and then boys in their mid-teens started
arriving. Most of them nearly fell into the pool trying to get a good look
at Nikki. Nikki for her part couldn’t have been redder if she had been
strapped with a belt. She did her best to be cordial, but a few butt
pinchings, and she was ready to knock them into the pool. It was all I could
do to remind her just how much deep in shit we really were…and to try and
take pressure off her, I did my best to smile and take the boy’s attentions
off my daughter. I even let them pinch my butt, figuring a little tickle and
a giggle would go a long way to take the aggressive edge off.
 
I suppose the bathroom was a source of novelty for them. Ryan explained our
unique ‘philosophy’ on toilet paper, and the boys seemed to get a kick out
of it. When Amber, and myself had to go to the bathroom, there seemed to be
a great deal of traffic back in forth the door of the bathroom, where the
younger boys were trying to get a peek. I guess they think its cool to see a
woman sitting on a toilet bowl. For Amber it was really bad, because she had
barely gotten used to the idea that someone could see her poot that was in
her own family.
 
About three PM, when there were 17 boys from Ryan’s school, and maybe three
or four younger girls from her school, Ryan reached up as Nikki passed him,
grabbed her by the thong and snapped it off. Not that it had been hiding all
that much, but it was like the final straw.
 
She gaped, and put her hand over her suzi lips. Ryan then said in a loud
enough voice that every body could hear. “Alright, you have two choices….you
can either stay like that for the rest of the party, or you can ask Amber to
give you her suit…I am sure Amber won’t mind, and I’ll let her go upstairs
after the switch and put on something else….”
 
Nikki stood there and looked at him. She couldn’t hold her ‘self’ in, and I
felt really bad, because from the back side her butt cheeks sort of rippled
in the breeze, when the wind blew after the straps that held her together
had been torn from her body, giving every body a fairly grand view of her
posterior hole. She looked at me, and I was really just as shocked as every
body else.
What was she going to do? She couldn’t make her own sister strip for a
suit..on the other hand, she didn’t want to parade around nude for these
boys.
 
She looked like she was about to just beat the hell out of Ryan, or at least
she was thinking about it. Before she could open her mouth to speak, Amber
turned around to face away from the boys, and shimmied out of the thumbelina
suit, and kicked it to her sister. Then she jogged to the sliding glass
doors to put something on, a blur of naked flesh and blonde hair. The boys
were all grinning from ear to ear. I wanted to put a stop to it, but Nikki
put on the suit, that was tight on her. The image of thumbelina, a sort of
fairie-princess, making her look so ridiculous…a sort of ballerina style one
piece, the suit was never designed to get wet, so it rode up her crack, and
slit. She put it on over her string top, despite Ryan’s protests. He didn’t
want to show his hand too much in front of the guy’s, so he didn’t press the
issue.
 
The party broke up around 5pm, with much back patting, a few spilled drinks,
and some typical guy shenanigans like pushing each other into the pool. All
in all, it seemed like a whole some afternoon, with the exception that we
were forced to serve them, and dressed in ridiculous outfits. Justin, was
sort of the “little chubster” of the afternoon as the older boy’s called
him, because his boyhood could be seen underneath the thin, wet speedo
pretty easily.
 
The girls that had shown up to party with the guys, pretty much thought we
were the queen of all tramps, and I guess they oughta know. Gullible
freshman girls like them, thought brutish upperclassman goofballs like these
jocks, were just like Royalty or something. They all filed out, and Ryan
said that he wanted to talk to me and Nikki privately.
 
He laid out a new idea. He said “I can tell both of you have been resisting
me, and I don’t blame you. I haven’t given you anything to work for…I want
you to both get naked, and walk into the front room…I want to show you
another tape.”
 
Nikki looked like she was about to just say no to all this, but Ryan said
“trust me on this, you’ll like what you see.” We doubted him, but we went
along.
 
So, standing in our fenced in backyard (and let me add, it’s not THAT good a
fencing, so if our neighbors had been peeping, we’d have looked like the
‘family that swings together’ or something), we both stripped and left our
suits outside and went in to the front room. Justin and Amber were safely
upstairs, changing and relaxing.
 
He pressed play and the tape came up with a scene of him saying “I set up my
sister and mother, it was all my idea. They had no choice but to participate
in my game. They agreed to be my slaves, only after I threatened to expose
them for the murder I committed…”. He looked honest, scared, and totally
apologetic in the tape. Oddly in person, he didn’t seem any less mean than
normal.
 
“Here is the deal…I made this tape..and there is more of it…to give you back
your lives..and your money….” He paused and took two of the odder shape
dildo’s out of a box and handed them to us…”If your interested in hearing
how you can have the tape…I want you to masturbate while we talk about
this….”
 
Well, we had been doing it infront of each other for an hour for the last
seven days or so, so it didn’t seem like the most awkward request..the
difference being that at any moment Justin or Amber would walk down the
stairs and see us…”Hurry”. He encouraged, and so we inserted them, and
pretended to enjoy it. It was hard not to get wet when you stroke yourself
this way, and I knew Ryan was enjoying adding these little ‘stipulations’ to
the deal..We wanted the tape. I thought about stabbing him in the eye with
the Dildo and taking the tape so that I could just deny any claims that came
out from his friends. That was crazy though…
 
“Here is the deal..we play a little game of high card…You shuffle the cards,
and pick any card…If you get a higher card than I do..then you win the tape,
and your lives back…If you win the tape, then you can hang on to it, and I
promise you can go back to running things..everything but me. I’ll take some
of the money from the first pay off in three months and disappear, in
exchange for your tape, I’ll give you all the tapes I made of you….” He
proceeded to emphasize this, by showing us another scene on this tape, where
we masturbated each other, took baths as a family, and even had one from
earlier that day at the pool. I didn’t trust him. It was too good to be a
true.
 
Obviously Nikki didn’t either, because she said “What do you want if you get
the high card?”
 
He grinned, “Alright…that’s simple…but…before I tell you, I want you to work
those dildo’s a little harder….you both don’t have much rythym or strength
in your wrists..” grudgingly, and more for effect we both shoved them in and
out more rapidly, all the while our blood pressure rising, wondering what
the deal would be.
 
“Better…” Ryan crossed his arms “It’s just that, you haven’t been as willing
to do as I say…you constantly question me…you dare me to throw down the only
proof I have against you, the murder of that old man….and your just not very
interesting any more…..”
 
I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, as I rode the dildo like a buck,
half-wondering what excuse I’d tell the children if they came down and saw
us chatting with our legs spread, pink lips open and accepting the plugging
of exotic dildo’s. The sound of Nikki’s one was making slurping sounds as it
hit air pockets, and I could tell she was running out of steam.
 
“Before we do the bet, you will do a few things…you will fill out these” He
through down some Card’s, and a script. “In your own handwriting, and seal
it with a kiss..Basically you are going to inform family and friends, how
you are doing with all that money, and that you have been seeing a
psychiatrist that has prescribed a family level therapy, and that it may
seem a little eccentric. You will invite them out to visit, and drop a few
hints about the new arrangements we have…”
 
I could see where he was going, as he through down some more cards. This
time with a picture of the family naked, taking a bath..the pose couldn’t
have been worse. It was me and Nikki standing, teeth-chattering, soaped and
wet, arms at our sides, while Ryan washed Amber, and Justin washed Ryan in a
cramped tub. “On this one, you’ll wish them a happy holiday, and tell them
more detail about our new family morality, and how you feel that exposure to
some things like this will drastically reduce their curiosity, so that they
want to experiment with sex at such an early age…you’ll say ‘drastic
measures, for a drastic age.’. It almost made sense.
 
“Then, you will each make me a video tape like the one I offered you…so I
can make sure you won’t back out. You’ll each admit to your part in the
fucking and sucking of the old man to get his trust, then how you killed
him. Then I’ll want you to do a few gross and disgusting things..”
 
All the while he talked about this, Nikki’s nose kept scrunching up, more
and more….I could tell the whole idea was gross to her.
 
“Just so that I can have those on file, and say a few mean things about
different people….then finally each of you will read a script that I have
prepared for you to memorize, like you really mean it. You will hand write
it, and hand it to me. Basically, your going to say how it was all your idea
to give me control of the family, and that you are forcing the
responsibility of leading the family, and running this shit,on me, because
your mentally sick, and need a cure for your sexual dysfunction…”
 
I was about to tell him hell no, when he said “But don’t worry….if you win,
no one will ever see the tape…or any of this stuff…I just need to have a few
things that I can hold over your head to make sure that if I do Win, you
won’t try to get out of it, by making me frame you for murder.” He almost
sounded logical. I can punish you, but not tip my whole hand…and then you’ll
learn not to fuck with me…”
 
I started to think that maybe Ryan was giving us a way to let him out of
this horrible thing that he had started with us..I needed to talk it over
with Nikki, but at that moment Amber came walking down the stairs….just as
Ryan was about to tell us what we had to do if we lost…..and each of us in
mid-hand pump, I let the dildo drop down my leg…Nikki kept squishing it in
and out, absent mindedly as Amber walked down the stairs, Amber’s jaw half
opened in shock and amazement that we had gone this far, and in the front
room no less…
 
In his mind though, in retrospect I see clearly what was going on. To him,
there was no challenge in controlling us “Forever” and “do whatever I say”
just didn’t bring fear to us, because we hadn’t “agreed” to it so much as
just “put up with it”. Here he was an evolving monster! Realizing that this
sort of game he was playing was very little fun, and very little challenge
for him, he needed to risk something of himself (small as it was), in order
to get the next “Kick”, a little more danger. He also needed to have these
elaborate rules and complications and stipulations, because in spelling it
out for us, we were now “agreeing” to things we had to know might happen and
worse! And most importantly, by making this a competition, he was splitting
us, making us a sort of rivalry, and no longer just “Two Victims” caught up
in a scheme. Now we would be expected to “play against each other” even
though I love Nicole, and She does me, and we were not thinking at that time
that anything could make us really be rivals. We weren’t sure what to
expect, but he was ready to play some mind games, and I think he may
understood our psyche a little better than we had imagined, then we did
ourselves, because the rules and the punishments, seemed like “invisible
chains”, more nasty, and more self-humiliating because we were not just
‘agreeing’ to them in the face of a mad situation, who could be blamed for
that? No, we were going to be able to blame ourselves, because he was giving
us a chance to take a ‘bet’. I guess looking back, the fact that we even
‘played the game’, validated his reasoning, made the game real. We had lost,
just by acknowledging that there was a game, and that the stakes were
acceptable.
 
Chapter Three: The bet
 
She walked down stairs, and we stopped what we were doing, Ryan grinning
like a cheshire cat. “I didn’t believe it….” She said, as we sort of covered
upwhat we were doing on the couch.
 
Ryan just said “It’s perfectly natural….” Mocking me from when I told Nicole
about a man’s penis. Then he added, “Your mom and Sis are just playing a
game…” He whispered to me, that if I could make her stay down stairs, then
we could stop masturbating.
 
I considered it, and put the Dildo under the couch, and said “It’s alright,
come on down..we’re done now….”
 
She came down and went to the kitchen to get a bite to eat. We tried to act
normal, after all she had gotten used to seeing every body naked. Nikki was
releived to get a break from masturbating, while Ryan continued his deal…his
ever changing, ever weaseling, deal. It’s not that he went back on his word,
it’s just that he likes to put so many Wrinkles and clauses into everything.
 
“Alright, so if you lose….You both be my total and COMPLETE slaves for four
months…and I mean do whatever I say without question, without hesitation,
without fear for anything except me, and then I’ll give Justin and Amber
each a vote, and myself ofcourse…the one of you who has was the best family
....pet..we’ll call you a pet, instead of  a slave….they won’t really
understand that well enough, but whoever did the best..goes free…I’ll leave,
and take ONE HALF of the money, and I won’t come back for five years….and I
take the loser..the loser serves me as they do during the competition, and
at the end, I give her freedom, and HALF of all the money that was given to
me….that seems fair….and you never have to worry about me again….”
 
We thought about that for a moment, and I asked if we could talk in private.
Ryan seemed hesitatant, because I think he really expected we’d jump at that
chance to be totally enslaved or something….We went into the kitchen where
Amber was, and talked with her some too. She asked about the game, and we
told her it didn’t really involve her. She said she knew we were in trouble,
and would like to help..”You wouldn’t be doing these things if you didn’t
have to..”
 
I explained “well, your mom made certain agreements…ones you don’t have to
live by..okay?” and Amber looked at Nikki then back at me and said “I’ll
help if I can!” and then went into the living room to watch TV.
 
After talking, we came out with our plan, sitting on the couch of ear shot
of Amber. I said “Ry…um, Master Ryan….you know that I would never agree to
just “Do anything.” I mean, that is far too vague. What you have us doing
now  is pretty damned nasty…and so I can only imagine what you think really
extreme is….I don’t think….”
 
He cut me off before I could turn him down, and said “Alright!” as If he was
conceding, “Look, I’ll give you say 10 rules….And every day, you both get a
choice…the choice is simple…It’s going to be something to amuse me…but it’ll
either be a one-time dare, or something you do for just that one day, OR a
rule you have to live by until the end of your slavery…and I’ll have you
write it down in your own handwriting in a journal, because your going to
make it look like YOU made me play this game with you…..because I don’t want
to get caught or anything..”
 
We considered this, and I said “Well, that’s a good point, hows about this,
let’s say we agree to this…and I am not speaking for Nikki, but let’s say
that the deal is, if your choice is something that gets the police to
investigate us, gets us arrested, gets us fired, gets her suspended from
school, or a lawsuit, then We get the tapes anyway, the ones we made, and
the one you made…..” figuring, that ought to keep the choices he was talking
about not so extreme, and more ‘private’ instead of the more public ways he
wanted to see us humiliated.
 
“I’ll agree to that, I suppose I should have you write up a contract…the
thing is, I got my own things to add to it…..First, if you break a rule or
fail to do your choice, you get a paddling…both of you…Amber too…”
 
Nikki crossed her eyebrows and said “Why Amber? Why not precious Justin?”
Which was the wrong thing to say.
 
Ryan considered it, and said “Sure why not…infact, The punishment, each of
you paddles each other…bare ass..10 times, and hard..and each of you begs
for it..I’ll partner you up, so you won’t have the same partner every
time….and the paddling is where I say…most likely wherever you offended….”
 
Now we were talking about Amber and Justin getting involved in this, this
made it worse, I was about to back out, when he added “Consider that they
are going to be involved no matter what…..I am not budging on this…the
second thing I want is, if you want, you can say “Challenge”. If you say
Challenge after hearing your two  choices, I’ll let you do something…I don’t
know what….and if you succeed you probably don’t have to make your choice,
and maybe I’ll even grant you some small favor in return…..but if you fail,
then…..well, we’ll decide the consequences before you accept the challenge,
how is that?”
 
I was thinking that sounded like a pretty good loop hole. I guess he wanted
to give us a sporting chance, I said curiously “What kind of challenges are
you talking? Like american gladiators or something?”
 
“Something like that….maybe, it’ll be a race between the two of you, or
maybe a contest between me and you..or maybe just something that I might
want to see If you can do….hold your breath underwater in the pool maybe, or
a foot race….fun stuff most likely…” Yeah, fun for him, not us….
 
“And, if one of you gives up, or dies, or whatever..then Amber takes your
place!”
 
“NO!” I said…
 
Amber over heard and she stood up. “Mom, it’s okay….neither of you will give
up….”
 
I looked at Nikki, sitting there naked on the couch, her lip quivering, and
she added “Well, I’d like to know the first ten rules in advance, before
making my final decision…and I am not too happy about a competition…”
 
“Consider it a small sacrifice,either way one of you get’s out of it for the
long run…and yes, it’s going to be hard, and yes I am going to ask you to do
many things you don’t want, and you think are offensive….and you are going
to do them willingly, and obediently….and I suppose, if I have to get any
kind of lip back from you, it better come by you addressing me by Master
Ryan, and then offering me an alternative that’s equally as amusing….I am
not going to play the price is right with you all night….your choices are
fairly limited….what do you say?”
 
“Tell us the ten rules, and you got your bet!”
 
 
 
Ryan had us each handwrite out the ten rules, from a master copy. I wrote
mine on the back of my College Diploma, while Nikki had to write hers on the
back of her notoraized Birth Certificate. He said to “look official”. He
wasn’t fooling me, I know why he chose them, but I wasn’t going to let it
shock me…that was until I started writing down the rules.
 
We wrote a header about how we had decided upon these Ten Rules, because we
had desired a competition to see who can please the family the most, that in
exactly four months Ryan, Justin and Amber would each vote on who stays, (as
the winner), and who leaves with Ryan. That we have asked Ryan to refferee
this contest, and that we will both wear NEW collars to symbolyze this
contest, that cannot be removed except by weld or the one key that fits it.
We trust the key to Master Ryan, who will only release one of us in four
months, or as long as the contest lasts. The Loser will serve Master Ryan
for Five years, and be released at that time to return to the family or not,
but Ryan for his efforts and sacrifice in participating in this degredation
of two shit-eating whores, will not have to stomach our presence again. Ryan
was making it sound as though, he was reluctant to go along with this
agreement, so that anyone who read it would think we had forced him to play
our game, not only as a competition, but because I felt that such extreme
measures was the only chance to cure my mental illness of nymphomania.
 
 
Attached were several real legal forms, all pre-typed, including power of
Attorney, Wills, Insurance Waivers,  Custody papers, Forms authorizing
access to specific credit cards and bank accounts, and A legal name change
for the entire Family to the last name “Hole”. With my first name being
Cunt, and Nikki’s being “Bootie”. I was surprised he hadn’t changed his own
name legally to “Master Ryan” or something. Each of us had the same middle
name “property”. He showed me a new-age religion book he ordered off the
internet to explain our sudden name change, from “Reverand Bubba”. They
worshipped American pop-culture, including Andy Griffith show, Scooby-Doo,
and Courtney Love from “Hole”. “You just tell anyone you meet who asks, that
you converted….and  I doubt they will read the book after you show it to
them….you can change your names back after the Contest” he said as if it
made the idea of introducing myself as Cunt Hole in public any less
difficult…”It’s that, or just tell them that you had it proffesionally
changed, since your side job is you compete as a stripper in the miss
America Nude Pageants….”  I guess we’d have to come up with more than a few
different lies to make this all work out in the end, and escape with even a
shred of dignity.
 
We are only released from the terms of the contract, under the following
conditions: If we are arrested, recive a lawsuit, investigated for abuse,
lose our jobs, suspended from school  as a result of following the terms of
the contract. This is our guarantee to Master Ryan that we won’t ask for
rules that are severe enough to get that extreme and in such a way, shame
him or the rest of the family.
 
RULE ONE: We will accept, encourage and always remain polite about what is
required of us. We will never complain, and will always at the very least
pretend that we wanted whatever occurs to happen, and that Master Ryan is
always correct. If either us are killed, stop playing, Amber has been
nominated to take their place. If either of us are incapicated due to
injury, or in a coma for greater than four weeks we will commit suicide by
selecting one of two options that Master Ryan will come up with that is both
fitting for our status as worthless sluts, humane, and sexually graphic, all
the while releasing him of any responsibility, by precedent set by Doctor
Jack Kevorkian. If we are unable to commit suicide we authorize the other
slave to assist, and at that time Amber becomes part of the contest, and
will have to be renamed.
During that four weeks, the contest is put on hold with only one slave
participating, and the end of the contest is extended as needed.
 
RULE TWO: Punishment Clause, If we do something that we can be punished for,
such as breaking a rule, we will each offer a punishment that we think is
fitting. Each of us may be asked to make a suggestion.If at all possible the
punishment will also involve others getting punished to further shame us,
since punishing our worthless hides alone, is not nearly enough. Master Ryan
will then decide whether the punishment fits, or if he would rather assign
the punishment to the other slave instead. If we are doing something that is
a punishment WE thought of, then the terms that the let us out of the
contract are waived, since its our own fault. Any family traditions prior to
are enslavement will continue, such as family bathing, toilet monitoring,
and our nightly performance.
 
 
RULE THREE: Whore rule, as Whores we have decided to allow Master Ryan to
decide who we should have sex with. Any money earned from this, will go
directly to him, to be used as he sees fit. We are not requiring that he be
a full-time Pimp as that is unfair to him. Should for example we be abused
during sex, we will just grin and bear it. We will eagerly and agressively
have sex in any way, with anyone or anything, that Master Ryan says we
should, with the exception of forceing ourselves on an unwilling person.
Since we are pig’s, we are incapable of seduction, but we will do whatever
in our power to seduce anyone. We cannot have sex unless Master Ryan
authorizes it, and we can only fake our enjoyment of it. Should Master Ryan
notice that we have actually came without allowing it, he will punish us.
 
RULE FOUR: Love rule, We will proffess our love for each of our family
members whenever we see them, and whenever we meet a new person in their
presence. We will try to sweetly french kiss anyone who is related whenever
we meet them unless they tell us not to. If they tell us not to, we can be
punished at Master Ryan'’ discrestion. We will refer to everyone as “Mister”
or “Misses”,  and their first or last name if we know it, including
children. We will  call anyone Master who Master Ryan decides to authorize
as part owners. We will always follow Master Ryan’s orders over any one
elses, and love him and his mighty cock, dearly. If we fail to be polite and
sweet to anyone, we can be punished.
 
RULE FIVE: Any change, including a permanent scar, mutilation, tattoo,
peircing, surgery enhancements, or as a result of medication that we receive
during the four months can only be removed by the winner after the terms of
slavery. The Loser will never alter themselves back unless Master Ryan, or
whomever they have been sold to, should decide to make the alteration, even
after we earn freedom. We will not hold Master Ryan or anyone other than
ourselves responsible for such a change during this, and welcome a chance to
improve our skanky bodys.
 
 
RULE SIX:   Any offspring conceived during slavery are property of Master
Ryan, even if they are not birthed during slavery. This is to sentence the
child to something not as severe as growing up in a fucked family, like
ours. We will forget it ever existed.
 
 
RULE SEVEN: Daily physical challenge: Inspired by MTV’s road rules, we want
Master Ryan to select a physical challenge that will test our abilitys, and
force us to expereince true depravity. A new one each day. Master Ryan may
ask each of us to write up our own challenge and pick which one. Before we
begin, he will also tell us what small reward the Winner receives, and what
tremendous penalty there is for the loser. There cannot be a tie, unless
both lose.
 
RULE EIGHT:  Daily choice: Each day both of us will submit a new idea for a
rule, for Master Ryans consideration. He can at his discrestion make up two
different rules. We will be allowed to pick one, either Ryan will decide who
get’s to pick, or make us agree together on a day to day basis. No matter
the outcome we pledge to follow the rule until the end of slavery, just as
these rules.
 
RULE NINE: We must always, try to explain why we are doing to others in such
a way as to avoid suspicion, unless told by Master Ryan that know of our
true purpouse on this earth as cum-holes. This includes participating in a
videotape production once a day, and keeping a detailed, handwritten diary
of our adventures. (What Ryan Left off, was that it is inffered we write it
as if it’s all our ideas, and the tapes will also be more evidence of our
nasty nymphomania addiction to rough love).
 
RULE TEN: We will always eat each others shit and piss, and blood when
available. exist on a diet of mainly cum. We will try and keep as much cum,
taken from condom’s of ex-john’s and stored in the freezer. We will eat
anything, at any time Master Ryan tells us, if we can lactate we will drink
each others milk. If Master Ryan announces “swap food”, we must feed each
other by passing food from one mouth to the other, and if no food is present
spit into each others mouths.
 
Chapter Four: The Negotiation
 
I wasn’t sure where to begin. There were so many things that shocked and
outraged me about the contract. I had wanted to give him this image of some
one who would not be shocked by his behavior. I thought that if I let him
see it didn’t bother me, then it would get “old” quick. It seemed to have
the opposite effect.
 
I considered the things he had done this past week to be very extreme,
especially about insisting his twin sister, and mother sleep on the same
couch and masturbate together. I thought that by humoring him, this would
all just blow over. Here before me, was a blue print for my own destruction,
and my daughters.
 
“You really hate me?” Is all I could say.
 
Ryan spoke calmly and evenly, “No, I don’t hate you…it’s just that you don’t
have much choice in the matter….I think it’s only fair…after all, if you
don’t want to go through with it, you can just continue to live under my
rules…but think about it from my perspective, what do I have to gain, by
giving you a chance for freedom, if I don’t have anything to gain?”
 
Well, he sure had some logic there. If it wasn’t for the fact that Nikki was
willing to do this with me, I think I may have reacted differently. I
probably would have told him to keep the money, and taken my chances with a
murder trial. I had never been to Las Vegas, I don’t know what it is about
human nature that makes you think you can beat the odds, but I was on the
verge of saying yes.
 
“This thing about eating poop, that’s too much.” I said.
 
“Oh jeez, mom…er…Sherry….You are going to learn to like it.” He said, as if
it were perfectly natural, I remembered telling him the say thing about
Liver and Onions, Cabbage Rolls and a few other foods, and saw where he was
coming from. He thought about it and said “Look, leave it in the rules…and
all I ask for now, is that you both NEVER sit on a toilet again..you always
squat over top of it, unless your going out in the yard….and then after your
finished doing your business, the other one licks you clean….You don’t have
to get all sexual about it…just do a thorough job of licking out the
important parts….I am easy to please.” Satisfied with himself, he crossed
his arms, I suppose feeling generous.
 
“And living off of Cum!” Nikki reminded me.
 
“Look” Ryan Explained “If this was easy, you two could prance around here
like you have been this past week….” As if asking us to eat or drink or
whatever Cum was a perfectly reasonable request. “I expect that there are
going to be some really hard things in front of you…If you don’t want to do
it…” he shrugged his shoulders “You only have four months of this, as
opposed to a life time of shit to wade through after I go public, and I WILL
go public….you both can’t live here and act like you have this past
week…that has just got to stop….Get over it…women drink cum all the time…I
have a few porno’s to show you…so you won’t feel like lone girl scouts’.
 
“No that’s alright” I countered. I felt like he was going to eventually make
us watch anyhow.
 
We had gone from outright protest, to sitting in our front room naked,
discussing the terms of our slavery. It sort of crept up on me, but I think
it was also a little easier to agree not having done it before. It was just
so bizarre, and so inconceivable to me, that I really couldn’t imagine how
demeaning this was going to be….how squatting on top of  a toilet, in a
bathroom with no doors was going to give any body looking in a very good
view of, well everything…how licking the most private parts of my daughter,
after she had freshly finished relieving herself was going to be….And
believe it or not, I just didn’t think Ryan had it in him to go all the way.
I just couldn’t believe he had done this much. I think I wanted to believe
that he just wanted us to be willing to agree…that somehow that would
satisfy his rather sick behavior.
 
“Let’s say we agree to this whole thing…and I am not saying that I am going
to…I certainly can’t speak for Nikki, but let’s say I do…if We win…..Promise
me that you will get Psychiatric help? I’ll pay for it…but Master Ryan….you
have a lot of issue’ to work..”
 
He stopped me flat out, started to pack up the contracts and said “You
aren’t taking me seriously!, I think I am going to have turn all this over
to the authorities….”
 
“Fine…Fine…” I countered, not wanting to end the conversation. “I am Sorry,
you don’t want to hear this right now….But think of your Sister…She is a
Virgin..”
 
Nikki chimed in “Well, that’s not exactly true mom….”
 
Stunned, I said “Not EXACTLY true, either you are, or your not?”
 
Nikki said “I don’t know what counts, I haven’t gone all the way, to you
know…but I’ve gotten close, and then this past week with the Dildo’s..well,
it got me to thinking…and there was this really sweet boy at
school….Brad….He didn’t cum inside of me…” she pleaded.
 
I guess, there are some things that Daughters don’t always tell their
Mothers.
 
I suppose in this day and age, and under the circumstances I had been lucky.
It’s not like I could point too many fingers. “I understand…..your still
just a blossom waiting to bloom…if we sign this, and we lose…and he holds us
to this….obviously, Sex is going to be something he expects us to do…I want
you to understand something..there is a difference between the sex act and
love…and when it’s forced like this…..I mean, he is expecting us to agree to
it….but…”
 
It was Nikki’s turn to stop me. “Mom, I know what you are saying….I am not
into doing this either…think about me…I am going to have to explain why I am
writing the name “Bootie” on my homework assignments.
 
Ryan said “I thought about letting you keep your name, but Nikki Hole
sounded to close to Nic-hole, and consider yourself Lucky, one of my
associates wanted to call you Skeet Hole.”
 
Nikki said, Alright Mom says you get Pyschiatric treatment when you lose….do
you agree?”
 
“Yes!” Ryan said with no fear.
 
“Then you also let me and Mom beat the living crap out of you and your
‘associates’ for 24 hours if you lose…I mean, hair-pulling, whatever WE want
to do……and Ryan….no fighting back!” She was mad, and I could tell that the
word “Skeet” had probably put a particular person from school into her head.
Maybe one of Ryan’s Slutty Girlfriends. I was surprised at how brutal she
felt, and I had to admit the idea of turn about was sounding good.
 
“Deal” said Ryan. He agreed a little too easily, “Now, the tapes you have to
make….Each of you will make one seperately, for thirty minutes..then the
last one together…..Who is first?”
 
“Master Ryan” I asked “I get the feeling, you are going to ask us to do some
rather taste-less things on this tape…Can I ask that you send Amber to
bed….”
 
“What difference is it going to make if she sees you?” He asked
 
“Well, we haven’t lost..YET…and your lucky I am willing to go this far…I
want to have some dignity left if I win…”
 
“Fine…but if they end up waking up, and seeing that’s going to be your
problem!” He turned to Amber who was up way past her bedtime..”Amber, go to
bed NOW!”. She gave him a hesititant look, she had no interest in our
conversation, and she had gotten used to us being naked….
 
she got up, and was wearing a night shirt…house rules was sleeping in the
nude…but not parade around nude all the time…and Ryan said “Leave the Night
Shirt here.” She made a face, and then looked at us. I offered her a look
that read ‘What can I do?’ and she reluctantly took it off, revealing only
panties….”Panties too!”. She squirmed out of them, and stood there, her
hairless body in the dim light, waiting for some other request.
 
“Okay, good…Tuck your own self in….and don’t come back down tonight!” Ryan
dismissed her and looked at me. I was pretty upset. I knew that under our
arrangement from before, life was getting to be pretty unbearable. I was
looking forward to turning little mister Ryan big-britches over my knee and
swatting HIS bare-ass til it blistered.
 
As she sashayed upstairs, I said “Okay, me first….”
 
Ryan turned to Nikki and said “You go wait in the closet…” and led her to
the walk-in closet, shut the door and locked it from the inside. She was
left in the dark, while Ryan set up the camera…he brought out a small box of
‘props’, and a script. He told me to read it over, while he was setting up.
“Ad lib if you want, but if you don’t get into it…and it doesn’t look right,
you’ll start over from the beginning, so you might as well do it right the
first time.”
 
The first thing he had me do was oil myself up with some baby oil, and after
a few false starts…forgetting what I was supposed to be saying, or laughing
at the ridiculousness of sitting in my Front Room, Naked as a Jaybird
talking to a camera, we got the take that was a "keeper"…
as he called it. Some times I wish I wasn't such a perfectionist...I should
have just ran for the hills instead of continuing to play this sick game..
 
 
Chapter Five: The Tapes
 
 
I asked for “Permission” to drink two wine coolers, and I think that
loosened me up enough to put on the show. I was also stalling, and Ryan knew
it. All the while poor Nikki stood in the walk-in closet, so I tried to
hurry.
 
It was obvious that Ryan had intended that the tapes seem like our idea,
that he had been roped into this, by two attention starved nympho maniacs of
which, he had no interest, possibly even disgust for.
 
The first tape he made took about ten minutes. Naked, and covered in baby
oil, I explained in a sutry voice how wanted to get this all off my chest,
(playing with my nipples for added affect) and he made me lie about how I
had whored myself, and the old man was just one of those tricks. I had no
idea he was going to get the Lottery ticket, but when I found out, Nikki and
Me Killed him. I had to go into some fairly elaborate detail. I also had to
play with myself some, which seemed a little out of place for a conffesion
tape. I’d guess to the police, I’d seem crazy, which was some consolation.
If arrested, I could go for the insanity defense….Anyway, he was real bored
with that part of it, so when it was over he quickly marked that tape “Mom’s
Murder Confession”, and then started the next tape.
 
Spread out on a Newspaper Mat, my tape opened with me lying on the Mat
touching myself and giggling. I guess that’s why it was so hard to suddenly
get serious..me and my bald Suzi, writhing around on the ground. Ryan had
cranked up the A/C so that it was freezing, and my nipples were so hard they
hurt.
 
Standing, and opening the box, to pull a pair of dildo’s, one small and one
super-sized, about two feet long and bigger around than my arm….I began to
pour it on, acting slutty, and licking them, the way girls do on those
late-night cinemax movies. Stroking them, and my breasts as I talked
“Hello, if you are watching this tape..its one of my first..I am making it
for the WONDERFUL men who are probably sitting in my front room waiting for
their turn to fuck me and my daughter….I hope that it turns you on, because
I love a HARD cock…and I’ll do ANYTHING to make you horny, as horny as me.”
 
I continued like this for a little while, Ryan was staring wide-eyed. I
liked the fact that it was blowing his mind, it showed that he was human,
and that he must be thinking I was pushing the envelope of good taste. Then
he said as if he wasn’t into it, part of the script “Mom, can you hurry
up..I don’t like watching this…I agreed to tape you and all…but geez….”
 
That was my cue, I turned around and inserted the smaller dildo into my
suzi, and held my cheeks open. It is much easier to do this, if you can’t
see what people are looking at…I think someone who wants to look at
buttholes is gross, but here was mine, right above my womanhood, and me
stroking the dildo in and out “Aw, Ryan..you don’t mind watching…you never
did before…Ryan will be collecting the money for your experience…trust me
it’s worth it.” I said aloud to the people who were I suppose expected to
watch this on my TV in the front room. If we lost the bet. It gave me a
chance to read over the script sitting on the coffee table, while I stood
bent at the knee and stroked myself.
 
As I began to put on this little dildo show, I almost, ALMOST got a tinge of
sensuality. It was still very debasing, but as cold as it was in the house,
and as new as everything was, it was almost exciting. Then Ryan was there,
zooming the lens, and trying to motion me to do ‘more’. It was almost hard
to keep a straight face, and remember the script. It wasn’t much of one,
just a few directions as to what to talk about, and do.
 
Then I lay out the game, except it sounds like it’s all my idea. Like I
blackmailed Ryan into this, and this is fun for me to tell anyone. “I will
call my True Love, Master Ryan…and he has complete control of me, and my
children….He, and my youngest will judge whether or not, me or his
sister-Nikki, who you all know as Bootie Hole, is the best fuck-slut slave
for the next four months….mmmm….I LO-V-E cock!” stroking the dildo into and
out of myself.
 
Then he gave me the next cue “I…I did mom, but I never expected…” he sounded
hesitant, the way I had sounded earlier. Yet, offscreen he was like a wolf,
staring down at my openness. I figured that he wouldn’t have the balls to go
all the way through with this if we did lose, and if this was his show, then
I would make it good. I could only imagine poor Nikki doing this, and
wishing I could just do it for her. Once your down on the floor it’s not so
bad.
 
As the script said, I turned around, proped myself up over the coffee table,
and held my heiney open, and said “C’mon Master Ryan…take a sniff…..You used
to love this when you were little..taking mommy’s temprature, after she took
yours…..C’mon stick your finger in….”
 
I hadn’t really thought about that reference, until he did..stick his finger
in my asshole. I thought he was going to put it in my suzi hole….he didn’t
just put it in, he PUSHED it in, deeply….and then started to push the dildo
in….stinky….and expected me to writhe, and groan sexually….
 
I was getting quiet, so he grabbed my hair after a few minutes of this, and
whispered ‘beg me to show it to them!’.
 
So I did, “Show it to the wonderful men…what you did, Master!”
 
And When he pulled it out, the feeling…was like the hole wasn’t
closing….Like it was just open….he had put some kind of speculum into my
asshole, and was keeping it spread..”If that’s what you want mom….but
atleast clean off my finger!”
 
That was my cue, for licking his dirty finger…then I knew he was zooming, on
my rear end….it felt like it was going to rip open…..and the smell….I
thought for sure I was going to poop.
 
 
Finnaly turning on top of the coffee table, so that he could sit me down on
to the dildo, I tried to keep the look of pain off my face, as I sat on the
biggest dildo…he removed the widener clamp, and left me there…I couldn’t
even conceive of taking the damned thing OUT….it felt like a giant bone in
my ass! I was imagining the damage it was doing to my inside, as the coffee
table shook, and I fell backwards off the cofee table, hitting my head….
 
After that he said “Alright mom, that was pretty dull…pull that shit out of
your ass…and tell Nikki, it’s her turn….I won’t make it as easy for her as
you…and go wait in the closet….til it’s time for the both of you to put on
your show….then you can trade in that simple dog collar for a REAL slave’s
collar!”. He had so much confidence that he would win the bet!
 
I glanced upstairs to make sure no one was watching…cleaned myself off, and
got Nikki out of the closet. Inside the closet were pornographic
pictures..mostly really sick things….brutal pictures of slaves with needles,
bruises, and hand cuffs….where Ryan had gotten all this, was beyond me at
the time. I know now, that his main inspiration had been the Internet….
 
Nikki took a look at me, at how sweaty I was, and how I was walking a little
bow legged. My nipples looked sore, from tweaking..and my makeup had been
smeared….I smiled “just cooperate..give him his show…he’ll get bored with
it, eventually!”
 
 
She didn’t believe me, and she and I changed places at the closet….as the
door shut, I heard Master Ryan say “C’mon ass-bitch, let’s not take all
night…..and NO whispering to your whore of a mom, want to see her tape?”…….
 
-The Door Shuts-
 
 
 
That is all I have so far.... I can use advice and input/ideas

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