Chapter Five

I awoke to the sunlight cracking through the dark drapes in the trailer's spare room. I was on the same sweaty, dirty mattress on the floor (no box spring) I was on the night previously. I wanted to think the previous day had been some sort of dream, but rising I rubbed my eyes and looked down at my bare chest.

I was still naked, cut and sore from the day before in the rock quarry and my mom's punishments.

Savannah was awake and staring at me, while my brother and Lloyd slept. She smiled "Hey there sleepy head".

"Oh god, make it end" I wanted a blanket to pull over my head, but it was so humid no one slept with one in the summer time.

"Don't be such a damned victim, It is a new day girl. Just lay low, keep your nose clean. We won't even play dare games today" adding "probably".

"Thank you" I said, realizing she was being helpful in her own quirky, sassy way. "The dares didn't get me in trouble though, I guess I got ME in trouble." I tried to accept.

"I got one question, for you though?" Savannah asked curiously "Why were you watching Conner beat off?"

"I wasn't! I walked in on him. It was an accident"

"Hard times at the Fuckman" she said out loud, but not really to me. "Boys beat off, thats what they do. Lloyd's done it in my shoe, he's done it in mom's panty drawer. He was younger then, though." she laughed because I seemed surprised "He wasn't always the rock god, with chiseled abs that he is now." she smiled confidently.

"So what did I miss last night after I passed out?"

"Well, let's see. Crystal got drunk, had a knock down drag out with Ted, over something. Then the law came, but no one got arrested, so all in all, a pretty quiet night, at least for the Darville household." Savannah smiled. I couldn't be sure if she was making it up or not, that was pretty outrageous actually.

I stood up, and decided I'd had enough of being naked. "I am going to go beg my Mom to let me wear something, want to come with? I am sure you'd love to see me beg?" I was half joking, but at the same time I was serious.

My mom was already up in the kitchen, she was wearing the same thing she had on the night before, her hair was slightly unkempt and she was trying to do too many things at once. Something she does when she is stressed.

"I can't deal with you right now, Ellen!"

"But Mom!" I pouted.

"It's Ma'am, remember?"

"I didn't realize you meant all the time!" I said still pouting.

"Don't puff that lip out of me, I don't have time. I am waiting on a man to come by and give me a ride, I've got to get down town, there is some things your father needs, and I may be gone for a while."

"Okay, but before you go, can you lift the clothing restriction?"

"I didn't hear Ma'am, so I don't think you learned your lesson, yet."

Savannah said "Well, what if she likes being naked, wouldn't you be teaching her the opposite lesson, Ma'am?"

I wanted to slap Savannah for showing me up by saying Ma'am, even if she was speaking in my defense.

"It's simple, if she wanted to go around naked, she wouldn't keep asking to get out of it. It's not something I wanted, but she's ruined every last bit of her own clothes, and wants to start on yours. But you know what?" my mom asked rhetorically before continuing.

"I don't care. I wash my hands of it this afternoon. While I am gone, your mom is in charge. It's her problem. She can let you get dressed, or she can tell you to run around naked as a jaybird. You will listen to her, you will be respectful, you will give her the same authority as me. If not, then the spanking you got last night, will be nothing compared to what I do when I find out!!"

I nodded that I understood and I asked "Mom, will you at least not tell Dad about all this?"

"Lie to your father?" she seemed shocked.

"Not lie, just not burden him with this?"

"Well that depends on you whether I decide to spare him the embarrassment, you had better do exactly what your Aunt Wendy says today. I've already spoken with her, she is in her bed laying down. I love you, Ellen. I think maybe it's time though for a little tough love, so your Uncle Ted and Aunt Crystal are going to put you to work today, most likely scrubbing and scraping, are you going to give them any lip?"

"No Ma'am, but can I ask why is Conner not in trouble?"

"Why would Conner be in trouble? Because his big sister convinced him to show you his weiner?"

"No Ma'am, that is not what happened, you make it sound like he is eight years old, and I am Michael Jackson. It wasn't like that at all."

"Okay, I'd love to stand here and play Perry Mason with you all day, but I've got to go, and I didn't get time to do half of what I needed!" she said responding to a horn coming from outside and rushing out the door.

Once she was gone, I decided to go check on Aunt Crystal and see if she would permit me to at least get dressed. Savannah advised letting her sleep in, but I really didn't understand hang overs at the time.

Crystal was laying in a waterbed in the master bedroom, wrapped in satin sheets probably naked herself. Ted was sound asleep near her snoring. Her room a garish collection of wall and ceiling mirrors, Betty Boop memorabilia, and things she bought from Home Shopping Network to 'class' it up. The room was less cluttered than the rest of the house, but reminded me of how an old west whore house saloon might be decorated.

She only seemed to be lightly sleeping and cracked open her eyes at us once we walked in. "Get the fuck out of here you two, before Ted wakes up." she mumbled through bleery eyes.

I felt like I needed explicit permission. I knew before I asked to put on my clothes I should say something like "Ma'am, My Mom said today, to show respect to you, clean up, do any chores you want."

She chuckled under her breath "My own little slave-maid, huh?"

"Well, yes. Although, there is no reason to keep me naked any more, I was hoping I could ask that I could please be permitted to put on some clothes?"

"What clothes!" she asked in the half-asleep disinterested voice of someone hung over and suddenly feeling her head ache who suddenly lashes out at the loud sound making her think.

"Your daughter can lend me some? Or you could, anything. A shirt, a towel even?".

"Go ask your mom!" It seemed to me, that my Aunt had just forgotten the whole point of the conversation, so I tried reminding her that my Mom had to go "Bye-bye", my tone was patronizing like I was talking to a baby. That she would be in charge of me and that I'd do a good job for her.

"Don't care, do what you want." she rolled over.

I smiled, and Savannah and I started to walk out. That was my permission to go back to normal. I felt technically off the hook.

Then my Aunt had a moment of clarity, where she added "No wait".

I stopped almost out the door of her room "Yes Ma'am?" turning politely, laying it on thick.

"I am S'posed to supervise today?"

"Yes Ma'am." I was about to remind her that she had already declared I could do what I want. I was entitled to my freedom, at least thats how it felt to me.

"Okay, Savannah you watch her. Don't come back in here." and with that she fell asleep soundly.

I turned back to Savannah who now had the cat that ate the canary look.

"Well well Pocahawtass, seems I got bumped up to Cowboy!" she licked her lips, smiling in anticipation.

We stepped out of her mom's room closing the door.

"I read that completely differently than you did, She said you get to decide. That means you can give me something to wear, and we can have a fun day. I'll even play the game of life, no complaints."

"I can see why you may think that, but didn't you say Slave-maid?"

"Okay yes, but she is half-asleep." I answered.

"That she is, which is why I am surprised she got Ma'am, and all I rank is Savannah, for help you get awfully familiar!" her voice shifted to the soft southern belle kind of elegant nobility of the civil war days for dramatic effect.

"Look, don't be uncool. You said yourself your mom may forget what she says. Please? You've got me over a barrel here."

"Yes, in more ways than one. You know the saying "Hard Time at the Fuckman?" I nodded and she said "Well it has several meanings, one of them is that you are going to be doing HARD TIME at the Fuckman" alluding to a Prison sentence.

She grabbed a hair brush that was laying just out of reach in the living room for some reason and swung it hard on my ass.

"Ouch, Savannah!!" I defended my tender butt cheeks from her next blow, deflecting it.

"Why is it you stood there and let your Mom spank you in front of even Tyrell, but you are too high and mighty to let me?"

"Well you aren't my Mom" I said plainly cutting her off from another swing, but she pivoted and landed the next one on the top of my head.

"No, but your Mom put me in charge!" she countered and at the same time landed a quick slap with the brush to my left tit causing it to jiggle.

"No, she put YOUR mom in charge!" I said trying to hold up my hands in defense, only to end up pulling my hands back when they become her next targets for slaps.

"Yes, and my Mom put me in charge"

"She didn't say anything about spanking me, and being your do-girl."

Savannah wanted me to repeat the last line but add Ma'am to it, and I said no. I started to actually laugh a little and so did she as we sort of played a game of it in the living room, advancing and retreating almost like a sword fighter would, as I tried to move and dodge her strikes.

"SHUT UP IN THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Ted screamed as if he was in tremendous pain and agony.

"You want me to go in and ask my Mom and Ted, if everything your Mom said applies to my mom, applies to me when she put me in charge?"

"No, I do not, Ma'am" she begrudgingly got that, as a peace offering to not hit me any more with the brush before I continued "But, you wouldn't be a very good friend if you did that."

"Why, because you know my mom isn't feeling well, and put me in charge, and that isn't favorable to Ellen?" she said while shaking her head disapprovingly all at once becomign more serious. "Besides, we can be friends after your punishment is up, after all, who says I won't be lenient?"

"Will you be lenient, ma'am?" I said feeling a bit like Marcie in the Peppermint Patty equation of things.

"No, probably not. Depends on you."

"What if my mom comes home and finds out you weren't supposed to be in charge, Ma'am?" I was still skeptical and wanted to see if maybe I could reason my way out of his.

"So what? If she does, My mom will say it was her idea, and what happens next is up to Crystal, but she is way too cool to punish."

"Okay, I'll be your slave-maid, if I can wear clothes today? Ma'am, deal?"

"No dice, you'll be my slave-maid however I want. I was going to let you put on something, but since you made that demand I won't"

I made a face that suggested "likely story" but said nothing.

"It's simple, right now you have two options, the first is work real hard, be a good little bitch for me, and do my bidding today, and maybe I will be generous and lenient later in the day. Suck it up, and do it" she paused to offer the second one "Or, you can wait until I wake up my mom and Ted, deal with whatever shit they want to put you through, and then when your mom gets home, she said something like " spanking you got last night, will be nothing compared to what I do when I find out" oh and did I mention telling your hottie of a dad?

I was uncomfortable with her calling him a "hottie". I knew she was waiting for me to pick.

"Okay, okay Ma'am. Where do you want me to clean first?" I asked reluctantly.

"It's not just cleaning, you are going to show respect. Are you going to be obedient?"

"Yes Ma'am" I felt defeated and I hated it.

"All right, cool! Let's go tell Lloyd and Conner, don't embarrass me in front of them!" she pinched my sore ass as we walked down the hall.

The boys were still snoozing and I asked "I suppose you are going to make them the boss of me too?" capping a "Ma'am" at the very end for safety.

"Nah, they'd probably make you do really perverted stuff, worst case I'll just shove this brush handle up your ass?" she turned around the hair brush, to show me the handle end, and looked very serious.

"That won't be necessary, I'll be good Ma'am"

"You better be! Your ass depends on it, wake up Lloyd by blowing in his ear, softly. Hover over him."

I did as instructed, putting my self right over my cousin and blowing in his ear. This had the effect not only of surprising him out of his sleep, but instantly giving him an erection. Instinctively, he flipped over on top of me, like a wrestling move and pined me to the ground. "What the fuck, are you trying to get it on with me?" he asked in shock.

"No, uh..Sir" assuming I had to call him Sir, and not being told otherwise. "Today, my mom put your mom in charge of me, and your mom put Savannah in charge of me after that, I was told to do that".

He grinned sheepishly at Savannah and peeled himself off me. "Okay, and so today's game is you do what we say?"

"No, what I say!!" Savannah added.

"Oh, I would have liked a good feet fucking." he laughed. I wasn't sure what that was, but I made a face of disgust which made the two of them laugh, without explaining it.

"Let's see how Conner wakes up, if you do the same thing." Savannah ordered.

This time, I didn't straddle him like I had for Lloyd. I was more sheepish despite her using her bare foot to push me into position. I bent down slowly on my knees over his head and whispered in his ears, blowing softly.

"Mommy?" he reached out to put his arms around me in a very loving embrace, still dreaming.

Not for long though as the Cousins intense laughter abruptly woke him. "Uh?"

"Your sister agreed to be our little bitch today, she is our slave-maid until her mom gets home."

"Why?" Conner wiped the sleep out of his eyes, but was genuinely confused why I would agree to this.

Savannah prodded me to explain and I gave the Dog told cat, cat told mouse, mouse told story where my Mom told my Aunt, and My Aunt told me cousin to keep me in line today and run me ragged.

"That is cool! we can play Germans and Allies!" he said as he stretched in his pajamas, oh what a luxury to have not only clothes but something to sleep in. "Einz, Sweinz, Trynz" he pretended to count in German and mock goose stepped around the room.

"Okay, yeah I didn't like Cowboys and Indians yesterday, some how I got a feeling I am not going to like this game either?" I said in slightly better spirits now that everyone was up in a good mood.

"Only game, we are playing right now is breakfast eating" Savannah announced cutting short my brother's reverie. "We could have flap jacks today" she said while lifting up my booby in her hand and letting it fall, as if to say my tit was some sort of pancake.

I rolled my eyes. Why did Savannah have be both friend and rival, and today such a villain all in one person?

"Go make us four bowls of cereal and come get us when it's ready" adding "Slave" to the end of the request.

It was useless to argue, I made a petulant gasp and shuffled out of the room grumbling. Their milk looked pretty much out of date, and I'd never heard of "Fruit Rings", with Parrot Sam, some sort of off-brand Froot Loops. I was hungry though, and it was good enough. I had to find and hand wash four bowls that were already dirty and sitting out. They didn't seem to have enough shelf space to put any clean dishes back, and things got dirty so fast around there, that stuff just seemed to lay out on the counter with people grabbing and cleaning off (or in Ted and Lloyd's case) just grabbing what they needed.

Having prepared the bowls of cereal, I went back into the bedroom "Breakfast is prepared." I announced in my best southern genteel accent.

“Carry them all in here at once, dummy. Don‘t make us come out there.” Savannah snapped and I went back to the kitchen. I felt uneasy that while I was out of the room the three were brainstorming ways to make my day miserable.

I balanced precariously two bowls in each hand, the ‘Fruit Rings’ already becoming a little soggy in the milk. Opening the door with my elbow and trying to push it open wasn’t even but I had done it. I actually felt a little accomplish.

“Well, do you expect us to eat without spoons? With our fingers perhaps?”

“Sorry Ma’am” I said, that was pretty dumb of me. My cousin sent me back a second time to repeat the exercise except this time find four spoons. Since I had no way of knowing which bowl I would get, I decided it may not be safe for a little payback and not be as judicious about cleaning down their spoons.

“Anything else?” I sighed, while trying to balance the bowls of cereal and hand them out to my cousins and brother..

“Yeah, be our TV tray” Savannah ordered without explaining it. Once she did, I wasn’t glad I asked.

On all fours, with my knees and palms flat on the ground, I was supposed to be a “table” the three of them set their cereal bowls on my back, and I was supposed to eat my bowl from this position.

“Her back is so narrow” Lloyd joked, the three of them gathering around me sitting Indian style holding their bowl in place while resting it on my back, the cold from the bowl sending shivers down my spine.

Conner asked amused “I bet you two were hell on your babysitters?”

“My mom, give us a babysitter?” Savannah laughed at the notion, but you could almost sense she was filing away that idea for another time.

“Eat up, slave.” Savannah mocked while I tried using one of the hands I needed for support to shovel cereal into my mouth. “Or my spoon is going into this handy spoon holder you’ve been equipped with.” slapping my ass cheeks with her hand.

I groaned and said “Yes Ma’am”

Lloyd finished eating first “So today’s game is kind of like Silver war?”

Conner corrected him “You mean civil war?”

“Civil war doesn’t sound right. Wouldn’t you rather fight over silver? It’s like gold!” Lloyd replied. The two of them argued and joked, and it wasn’t long before they were taking their showers while I put away the bowls and cleaned up. I hadn’t had a shower in a while, that would be nice even if I was going to go last.

When it was my turn, there was no hot water (obviously). I didn’t even complain, instead I hopped in the shower and started to wash off the nightmare I was living in. Naturally, the three of them came walking in as if the audience while I showed was expected.

“Can I help you?” I asked, the question more a request to leave me alone.

“Sure” Savannah said holding up a razor. “You can shave that hairy bush hog you’ve got, the pubes are killing me. Your little pubes are falling out all over the place, found one in my cereal”

They weren’t going to leave me alone, obviously and they HAD seen me naked the last day pretty much so I wasn’t totally freaking out any more. I still felt weird they were invading even the privacy of the bathroom. Pulling back their mildew stained shower curtain, “Fine, leave the razor and let me shower in peace”. I tried to put on a brave face, although it probably didn’t seem that way since I pulled the shower curtain closed as quickly as I had opened it.

“Why would we do that? You are our slave for the day, put on a show for us, or I’ll shave you myself.”

I looked at Conner imploringly, but he just shrugged like speaking up for me was out of his hands.

I wanted to close my eyes, or at least ask to wait until I got out of this extra cold shower and let me first try to trim down a little bit of my forest.

I reached out my hand “Please may I have some shaving cream?” for a large dollop of Barbasol shaving cream, and received a plop of white foam.

I started at the top of my mound, using one one hand to gently pull back the skin so it is tight and, with the razor in the other hand, shaved down the hair.

I started on the sides near the crease of my legs and then worked towards the center. After I shaved most of my mound , I then shaved against the growth and sometimes from side to side. I wanted to cry, this was the first time I would be shaving my bikini line, except there was not going to be any hair left at all.

Once I thought I was finished with the mound, I ran my fingers across my pussy, completely smooth. It actually felt kind of liberating.

“Don’t play with your self, just hurry up”. I could tell Lloyd and Conner were also commenting on my body. I could hear them saying things like “hard nipples” and “butt hair” to each other, it sickened me but I soldiered on.

The pussy lips themselves were a bit trickier, I had to lift my clit and pull the folds to the side. I was afraid if I ran the razor across it too many times, I would knick myself. I used my free hands to gently roll the lips open and ever so carefully pull the razor up along the edge of my lips and around the upper ridge to get those little hairs that remained.

“She is getting off on this!” Savannah announced. “Hurry up, do your dookie baker, next” meanie my ass. I gave her a look that said “Gross!”

I can’t reach?” sounding more like helpless whining than a question. My feelings, I can’t really explain. On the one hand, I felt “adult” by shaving, on the other, I was being watched by an audience of my brother and cousins which added a level of shame and humiliation to it, but also a level of naughtiness.

“Oh my god, you big baby…turn around” she shifted me around, reached into the cold water with a look like she was reaching into something disgusting. Then she had me spread my cheeks, to the sound of the two boys laughing while she shaved off the peach fuzz on my ass. When she was done, she reached out with her finger and plucked two wild hairs that were growing between my cheeks pulling hard. The pain almost made me tear up involuntarily.

When I had finished shaving Savannah gave me a hard slap to the pussy “A red snapper, smooth as a baby’s bottom!” she laughed. The slap caused me to flinch only adding to their amusement.

They were starting to get bored, only Savannah stayed while I finished my legs, and armpits. When I was done, I was thrown a towel and told I’d have to give it back when I was done drying off.

It was just Savannah and I in the bathroom, and she squatted on the toilet pissing. The difference was she was dressed in an “Achy Breaky Heart” long shirt. “Don’t make such a face, I ain’t shitting” she laughed as she watched me blow dry my hair and brush my teeth.

When we were just about finished in the bathroom, she picked up one of the tooth brushes and gave me a look like she was about to let me in on something. “Ted’s toothbrush” and with a smile reached under her shirt and apparently wiped her backside with it.

“Oh my Gawd! That’s nasty!”

She laughed like a little minx “Yeah, I know. I’ve been doing to Mom’s boyfriends since I was seven.”

“Oh my Gawd! That’s even nastier”

She made a comment like “You have no idea what some of them have been doing to me” which seemed to beg another question about what she meant but at that moment the door burst open.

Ordinarily, if Lloyd would have just walked into the bathroom while I was in it I would have shrieked. Given the circumstances, I wasn’t shocked. I started to realize I was becoming part of the Fuckman. Their reality here, is sluts and pimps and rednecks and Jerry Springer, this is the sort of world I could only visit on the other side of the TV glass, with me safely in my suburban reality of malls, school, and Michael Cera movies.

Lloyd asked his sister abruptly “Can she feed Ares and Zeus for me?”

“Now wait a second” the two of them looked at me as I interrupted. “They are out side, and big dogs who growl at me every time I walked past, I am not doing that naked” they both continued to look at me so I added “Sir and Ma’am” to the end.

“Their pen is on the side of our house, the only one who can probably see you is Tyrell and his family, and they already know about the dirty white girl who sits around here on her ass naked.”

I hardly sat around on my ass, I thought to myself sourly. I wasn’t budging on this issue. Outside naked, no way.

“Fine, you can choose.” Savannah gave me three choices.

Choice #1 Be our slave for the day, you’ll end up being naked all day and cleaning up the crusty mess behind the toaster oven, and anything and everything else we can find.

Choice #2: Lloyd could give me a hard spanking to correct my “attitude problem”, probably waking up Wendy and Ted in the process, and I’d still end up their maid/have to feed the dogs.

Choice #3: I could dress up like a doggie, and keep wearing the costume for as long as it pleased my new Boss Savannah. “We’ll play Doggie” she suggested. Lloyd would spare me having to feed the dogs breakfast since I won’t be the maid.

Hands on hips, I pouted “Why does Lloyd get to spank me? That’s not fair!”

“It’s his chore, so if we have a slave housekeeper maid, and he still has to do his chore, it is only fair, he gets to administer the punishment” she grinned sheepishly.

I wanted to protest their administering punishment in general, but instead choice three was sounding better and better. A wintry smile ran across my face, and then acceptance “Ruff!” I made a barking noise meekly in the hopes she would show a little mercy, which is all she needed to began planning a new game.

Laughing, and chewing her gum, in the way that Cops or PE teachers chew their gum, or women from New Jersey on TV shows. The cadence of each chew, somewhat intimidating.

Savannah brought me back into our room and started pushing aside rusty hangers until she found a Halloween costume that probably hadn’t fit her in four years. It was a very cheap knock off of “Snoopy”, the label said “Sloopy for ages 8+”. I grinned at how ludicrous it was there was no upper age limit.

She pulled down a white plastic dog mask with black collar, a pair of black boy shorts, and threw down the white body suit because it was clearly too small. At first I was happy for the stretchy black shorts, it felt good to have anything against my skin. I couldn’t fit in them until she split the sides, making it more like a loin cloth with an elastic waist band.

They put the mask on me, and tied the fuzzy black collar around my neck.

“Good Doggy!” she pat my head with a patronizing tone “You like this game, lil puppy?”

I said “What about my chest, ma‘am?” pointing to my tits.

She slapped them with her hand “Doggies don’t speak, except in barks and growls. No one will see your precious little boobies. Trust me”

That was because taking a belt from Lloyd and my brother, they proceeded to get me back on all fours and strap a belt around my legs, so that my thigh and lower leg were tied together and I was forced to crawl on my knees.

“Okay guys, I’ll feed the dogs naked, I changed my mind!” I yelped from the carpet. “I’ll be the maid”.

“Too late for that!” Savannah said lifting my “Sloopy” mask and shoving a gross kitchen sponge into my mouth. You know the kind that is scratchy on one side, and spongy on the other? Why was this in their bedroom? You are starting to get an idea of the clutter inside the trailer. Things were out of place, because nothing HAD a place.

She dropped the mask back down over my face and said “Don’t try to spit it out either”. It felt gross against my tongue. (Try it some time), rubbing the sensitive part of your tongue across the scratchy and spongy part of a kitchen sponge. You will see what I mean if you dare. I suppose most of you won’t, so you’ll have to take my word for it how much of a mindfuck it is.

Even Conner was watching and giggling, as they put warm woolen mittens on my hands and duct taped the fingers together. “These are your paws, puppy.”

I couldn’t stand up, because the belts lashed my thigh to my shins. I could not move my fingers to grasp anything with the gloves on. I couldn’t talk. I was pretty much helpless. I am sure given enough time, I could have worked the gloves off and then unstrapped the belt after some awkward stretches. However, I’d agreed to the new ‘game’ and at least now I had on bottoms, even if they were tiny black boy shorts.

“So what should we do with her?” Lloyd asked rubbing his hands together, to his sister.

I must have looked pretty pathetic. I was quivering with fear, on all fours, in a snoopy outfit far too small for my own good. I don’t really blame Conner and them for giggling. It didn’t stop me from giving them a dirty look, not that they could see behind my mask anyway.

“Well, we could teach it tricks. You like turning tricks don’t you puppy?”

I murmured and Savannah gave me a swift kick to the ass. “That’s how we teach naughty puppies to bark, instead of try to gurgle into their gags. If you could be trusted to play nice, I’d take out the gag?”

I nodded my head, and Savannah lifted my mask just enough to pull the sponge out. I asked “Okay, so what do…” and before I could finish, she crammed the sponge right back into my mouth.

“Doggies only bark, smart doggies bark twice for yes, and say nothing for no, is that understood?” she said in a patronizing baby voice, as if somehow dogs respond better to that tone.

She removed the gag a second time, and begrudgingly I answered “Ruff! Ruff!” to delighted giggles.

Let’s do “Shake Paws” first. She showed the boys first, and explained “First take her Paw, and say “Shake…..Good Girl“, then release….do this a few times and even a dumb doggy like her will understand.

At first I was confused, but another kick to my butt and a groan and I was shaking paws like the best yorkie terrier of them all.

“Okay, boring” Conner announced “How about roll over and play dead?”

I snapped around from all fours to look at Conner, with anger and a little sense of betrayal. He smiled “I think Doggie knows this game!!” oblivious to the fact I was not smiling behind the mask.

Savannah prompted him to take over as Doggie trainer and after fidgeting he took a wooden spoon, and pushing it against my ribs, said “Get on your belly girl, that’s it lie down on your belly”. I begrudgingly started to move in that direction, trying to passively register my disdain for this.

He kneeled over me “Do we have anything we can use as a treat?”

Savannah said “Well, there may be some old black licorice nips” stalking into the kitchen and returning with a half-eaten bag “I could have used a maid today to get things!” she laughed as she handed it over to Conner.

Holding the black licorice to my mask, right under my nose and moving it around “Okay Doggy, this is your treat, roll over, c’mon roll over!”

I didn’t like black licorice, my gramma used to give it to us when I was little. I don’t know anyone who does, and these were off-brand stale licorice. I tried to move my head away from the foul candy, but he kept following my face with it.

Finally, I did the trick, rolling over onto my back, my legs tied together, making it difficult for me to roll all the way over. The boy shorts now shredded on the side to give me enough room to wear them, barely doing their job to protect my crotch.

“Pathetic” Savannah laughed “Don’t give her a treat”. I couldn’t have been happier they didn’t make me eat one.

They helped me flip back over on all fours, so that I was back in the “Doggy position” and Savannah decided it was time for me to learn to “Heel”. She tied a cord to my collar and then pulling on it, tried to get me to walk with my head by her feet out into the living room.

I stayed put, I didn’t want to go out to the living room on all fours. I was not even happy being back in our bedroom for this game. I wanted to say that it wasn’t fair I always seemed to be the focus of our games, but I knew better than to do anything other than bark.

The collar snapped off the mask, so Savannah tied the cord around my neck and said “Unless you want kicks to the butt, you’ll follow me. Don’t worry we won’t go on a walkie through the neighborhood. But if you do have to pee or poop, you better start scratching at the door anyway!!” She warned.

I barked twice as I was led padding down the hall way on the balls of my knees and the flat of my hands bunched together. It hurt, I couldn’t see doing this all the time there was just no way, and on top of everything I thought I would barf, I was so scared.

My Cousins and brother seemed to be having great sport with my situation though. I think if they had seen me behind the mask they may have taken greater pity. To them, it must have seemed as if I was playing my part, maybe even enjoying being their doggy.

“Let’s play Fetch!” Lloyd had a large baseball in his hand.

“She’s got a big mouth, but not that big, besides how will she do it with the mask on?” Savannah said annoyed at her brother. “Besides you throw it in here, and you’ll bust out a window AGAIN”

They practiced instead rolling a ball and having me chase after it, well waddle. Then they would whistle and call me over to them.

They were having fun with their teasing, working on teaching me “Say Hello”. This is where while seated in a chair and holding the “treat” (black licorice) they put their hands between their knees and say “Come get the treat girl!”.

When I did, I had to chew the awful thing, while they told me to “Say Hello” which is where my chin touches their leg. Then they say “Okay” and I lift my head.

This is when the door opened. I was SO scared, I almost peed myself. I turned around to face the door and tried to stand up, but I simply couldn’t with the leg bindings.

It was Tyrell the black neighbor. He just stood with his hands on his hips looking down at me, making a “Ttch, Ttch, Ttch” sound. “I SHOULD ask what is happenin’ here, but Crackers, be crazy. So I don’t wanna know”. Then addressing Savannah “Yo momma here?”

“Why, is her butt so big, you can see it from outer space?” she answered back with a snappy Yo Mamma cut down. The two enjoyed their little inside joke before she answered “Hungover” pointing over her shoulder to the main bedroom.

“Figures” he shrugged, before looking at me one last time to make sure he really saw what he saw.

“Want her to say hello?” Conner my own brother was basically offering me to this stranger, who admittedly was the neighbor but we’d only seen him twice.

He smiled “Do I have to pull my dick out?”

“No”

“Okay then, what do I do?”

They had him sit in the chair, and made me repeat the process for him “Say Hello, Doggy” and I took the treat until he told me to take my chin off his thigh. “White people, be crazy as fuck!” he left chuckling, letting the screen door slam on his way out.

He hadn’t seen how shocked and humiliated I had been, because I was wearing the mask. To him, I was just some outrageous, smutty neighbor girl doing something flirty and probably ‘weird‘ to him.

“Guys, that was too close, please let me out of this!” I blurted out when he finally left.

“She’s right of course” Savannah said agreeing with me for once. I was actually shocked and a little relieved.

“She doesn’t really look like a doggie this way, something is missing. Something that would remind the doggy to only bark” she said kicking me hard in the ass. “Isn’t that right Doggy?”

I was hesitant but Savannah cocked her leg to kick again so I said “Ruff!! RUFF!”

“Sounds like she is asking you to make it more rough!” Lloyd laughed.

“Who am I to deny my kissin’ cousin?” she laughed in response. “Conner will you walk your sister around in circles in the living room for a few? I need a minute?” she left the room as if that was the most normal request.

Conner did as he was asked, taking my leash and leading me around the coffee table, periodically banging my hip on some furniture or stack of junk piled up in the living room.

When Savannah came back in, I couldn’t see her, because she was standing behind me, which made me extra nervous. I could hear her snipping some scissors and immediately thought she was going to chop off all of my hair.

Instead she snipped the boy shorts, putting a hole in them where my butt was. I wanted to complain, what is the point in giving me shorts if my ass is exposed? I kept my mouth shut.

Then I felt “it”

It had been greased with Crisco. She had taken some black duct tape and wrapped it around a little piece of garden hose, making it as smooth as possible and tapered on the end she was shoving up my tight asshole.

I screamed, but she lifted my mask and cupped my face, muting my cries. “Shoulda gagged you first, should have known you’d bitch about a little corn hole tail.” she said to herself like she was regretting just slamming it into my ass and driving it in. “I even dipped it in Crisco for your precious booty hole, gawd damned, you act like a stuck pig, all wiggling and jiggling that ass.”

I was grinding around in agony, this was the first time anything had ever put into my ass besides a thermometer. Savannah decided I could wear the mask with just my chin and mouth exposed, while they made me ’fetch’ small balls they rolled around in the living room.

“She brings back those balls in her mouth so well!” they joked, laughing it up “Should we clean these balls, they’ve got her spit all over them?” and other little whistles and cut-ups.

I was getting tired, my knees hurt most of all from all the gravel, marbles and junk on the trailer’s living room floor, and in order to take a break I scratched on the door to signal I needed to go pee.

“Oh look, doggy needs a walk, do you need to take a shit, girl?” Savannah said with a certain swagger.

I said nothing.

“Okay, so just pee-pee?” she giggled.

“Ruff! Ruff!”

“Will you do it in the yard?”

I said nothing.

“Okay, get the glass bowl out of the top drawer Lloyd, let’s see how good her aim is!”

I wanted to pass out, but at that particular moment while they were all laughing at their new idea I heard he screen door open again. Savannah turned and said “Oh Tyrell, you are just in time for doggy’s pee-pee training” smiling and happy with a trace of sadistic delight.

Except it wasn’t Tyrell. It was my mom, taking off her sunglasses and she was not happy.