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Disclaimer: I do not own the TV show Reba or anything associated with Reba McEntire and her likeness, I do not have any affilation with the TV show, this is a work of pure fanfiction. I do not earn any money from this.

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REBA
A FAN FICTION BASED ON THE TV SHOW “REBA”
Chapter Five

Things had finally settled down at the house. One of Duray’s boys had shown me a phone application they used to schedule appointments for the girls that worked directly with the major websites like Backpage, Backdoor, Backchat, Snapchat, Craigslist or whatever they are called. Anyway, it wasn’t nearly as complicated as it looked to use to see who the girls were scheduled with so I was scanning through the app to see how I should plan my weekend. I couldn’t believe I was planning my weekend around this now but there I was.
He had also explained to me that basically I was responsible for Cheyenne and Barbara Jean from now on and that they would come around to collect what is “owed”. If I wanted more girls I would have to “recruit them”. His last piece of advice was “If you gonna be in the pimp game, never let a Ho hold a dollar. You be the bank and as long as you do that, you be fine!”
I was sitting at the kitchen table having a nice cup of coffee while I looked at my phone. Alright, it was a nice mug of wine – but after the morning I had that seemed about right. The phone rang.
“Reba, we’re in jail,” Brock said on the other end.
“Crap.” I hung up without even thinking about. It took me about a half hour to figure out what precinct Brock and Barbara Jean were at in order to come bail them out.
Apparently, Brock propositioned an off duty cop and made it very clear both he and Barbara Jean would have sex with him in the tanning room for a donation. Barbara Jean said there was also a few complaints about indecent exposure “But I can’t help it if all of this pops out of this little bitty thing,” she explained.
I could only imagine her on the exercise machine in those see through spandex tights doing her deep knee bends – what DID hang out and what didn’t. She apparently blew out the back of her tight leggings and kept donkey kicking while old men pretended to work out behind her. She said the only reason she got reported was “Some jealous bitches that were there just to work out think they know what is best,” I was always so shocked to hear Barbara Jean say nasty things but there was a deeply perverted and shockingly extroverted side to her otherwise radiant and peachy-sweet persona.
I paid their bail with the money they had made earlier and drove them back home. The cops all giggled at Brock’s matching spandex tights and powder blue top but he wiggled his butt playfully.
Stuart was in the doorway giving a long, loving goodbye kiss to Cheyenne when I pulled up to the house. It was very passionate and deep.
She smiled sweetly at him and said some kind words and he thanked her and left. He thanked me as well as he walked towards his car. Cheyenne waved longingly at him as he left.
“That looked hot,” Barbara Jean remarked as Brock opened the car door for her – leaving me to get out on my own. He explained that I was all the way on the other side –so it was more efficient for me to get my own door.
“He was a disgusting little mouse-eared white boy, his kisses were all slobber and he can’t eat pussy,” Cheyenne sneered in disgust. “I mean of all the turds in the toilet – this is the one turd I didn’t want to get handed,” she said it was intensely humiliating to have a guy who knew her in high school pay her for sex and know she is a whore now.
“Do you want me to let Stuart schedule appointments again?” I assumed she didn’t want to see him again.
“Yeah, he can schedule appointments. He was not too weird and he pays well,” Cheyenne admitted and spit on the ground at the door. “Just booty only though from now on though. No more pussy for white clients,” Cheyenne announced very pragmatically.
“Yes!! I love your butthole!” Van seemed enthusiastic about that.
“Yes you do, and if you’d loved it a lot more maybe we wouldn’t have had a baby in high school and been forced to drop out, did you ever think of that?” Cheyenne talked down to her husband and even when I gave her one of my classic Mama Grizzly Bear “Whoa!” she continued.
“Pussy for black guys, ass for everybody else but not you, babe – Your my cuckold and it’s so hot! I may let you jack off on me but nothing inside me,” Cheyenne teased her husband playfully and seductively but remained aloof as she ran a long fingernail down his cheek.
“I can’t fuck you anymore, Mistress Cheyenne?” Van asked as if he didn’t fully understand.
“Only call me Mistress Cheyenne when I tell you too,” Cheyenne told him sweetly before slapping her husband across the face and telling him she hadn’t told him to call her that. “I told you when you agreed to this there were rules. Cuckolding is a legitimate fetish and it turns me on so much! You have no fucking idea. You can lick me all over and tongue fuck me, finger bang me, and even titty-fuck me with your little white dick when I let you out of your chastity cage! You are going to be good and hot and want to ravish me,” she smiled at him. It was a strange but sensual game of cat and mouse power exchange they were playing.
“What about your mouth though?” Van asked as he nodded happy with the offer of titty fucking his own wife with that eager kid-in-a-candy store type of way he had about him.
“Yeah, anyone can use my mouth. That is a given, just obviously I’d prefer they do it before they USE my booty,” Cheyenne shrugged as if giving head to men or even women was a trivial concern. “You just have to get unlocked by this key first and to do that you have to be a good boy for Mistress Cheyenne,” she smiled and touched the key to her husband’s chastity cage around her neck.
“What about you Barbara Jean?” I asked her preference.
“Oh yeah, I’d use her mouth too!” She smiled brightly like the former beauty pageant winner she was.
“I meant do you have any special requests on who can do what with what part of your anatomy?” I asked.
“I am down for whatever feels good,” she twirled happily and I could see the big hole in the back of her spandex leggings where her entire ass was hanging out. Barbara Jean danced her way inside my house and told everyone “Let’s get nekked!” as she sashayed through my door. I wondered when she was going to back to her own house. “Well, Mistress Reba is the boss and you literally bought me out of jail, so you tell me, do we get nekked or do we get nekked, Ma’am?” she smiled at me to indicate it was a joke.
“If I am the boss then what I say goes,” I decided to lay a few ground rules. I wasn’t sure what they were but everyone stopped and listened to me so now I had to make some up on the fly.
I had everyone’s attention and naturally my mind completely blanked.
“Well, first off all I don’t want any lies. I want everyone to be on time and tell the truth,” I said. I thought that sounded like a pretty good rule to have. Everyone nodded. Barbara Jean crossed her arms, and Cheyenne who knew me best of all could tell I was just winging it. They both looked impatient about my new rules.
“Well, the other thing is that this is my house and whatever I say goes here and I mean it,” I said.
“So, be honest and whatever you say is the rule, got it” Cheyenne shrugged and rolled her eyes.
“Nuh-uh, that isn’t it, I aint finished,” I was just getting on a roll. “There will be no eye rolling or back sassing me, you will do as you are told and I expect a yes Ma’am from you,” I said.
Cheyenne had never really caused me a lot of trouble but she did have a rebellious period. She did however seem less than enthusiastic about taking orders from me.
“Now, if Duray tells you to jump then you don’t ask how high until you are in the air. How come you will do what he says and treat him with respect and you won’t do that with me?” I insisted on an answer.
Barbara Jean whined that she would and seemed to grow impatient with standing there listening to me. Cheyenne told me that it was because Duray would whip their asses if they got out of line.
“Well then, I guess I will just have to whip some…butts too!” I didn’t want to say asses.
“You can’t even say ass much less whip one,” Cheyenne wasn’t buying the tough mom act – she had heard me get tough before and not actually mean it. Cheyenne also knew how to get on my last nerve and I can be stubborn and ornery when I really get perturbed like I was then.
“Fine,” I told her that I would “Whip some asses now then” and all four of them cheered. “That wasn’t the reaction I was going for but okay. What can I use,” I started to look around. When my Mama was raising me she always had a belt, a paddle or a shoe handy in case one of us kids back sassed her. All I could see were some coasters and the remote control that Barbara Jean had deep throated a few hours ago.
“Let me go get my toy chest,” Barbara Jean sprung off towards her house. She told Brock to come with her and as a second thought she borrowed Van because she was bringing over her other box of toys.
Once all three of them left, Cheyenne shrugged and started to go upstairs.
“You getting your toy chest?” I asked her and she told me that she was tired and just wanted to lay down.
“Ah-hah! Now that I am about to whip your ass you are backing down and losing your nerve,” I did a told you so right in her face with my finger.
“No, it’s just you can’t possibly be as brutal as Duray. I’ll do what you tell me for the most part but we both know this is just for show. You aren’t going to really hurt us,” she shrugged.
“I wasn’t planning on hurting you but I definitely can make it sting!” I assured her.
“Well, my three pm will be here and he can make it sting. I take orders from him until his money runs out, so as long as you are afraid to make it hurt – save us the trouble of embarrassing yourself,” Cheyenne said bluntly.
“Why does everything have to hurt?” I asked her- I really wanted to know.
“EVERYTHING doesn’t but if you want us to take you seriously, you can’t be afraid to make us really feel it. Barbara Jean is a big girl and so am I. You won’t break us. If you want to make us jump through hoops you can’t be afraid to really smack the snot out of us. You should see what I do to Van sometimes,” she smiled with pride.
“Is this what you really want, Cheyenne? Me to smack the snot out of you?” I asked her.
“To be perfectly honest, it is going to be someone that does it. I will sleep to noon and be pissy to my white customers and ignore Van but knowing there is someone there to smack me back in line kind of helps. Knowing it is gonna be you means that you will be fair about it and I don’t have to worry that you are going to take advantage of me the way I did with Duray. I mean he’ll still be over all of us but as long as we work for you,”
I asked her if I was just supposed to smack her butt every day until she did right and I laughed that if that had worked I would have done that so she got better grades in school.
“Mom, you could have whipped my ass until it bled and I wouldn’t have got good grades in school. I am just dumb okay,” she said.
“You aren’t dumb Cheyenne!” I insisted.
“I didn’t know eggos were waffles,” she said.
“Common mistake,” I replied.
“I thought Las Vegas was in Utah,” she admitted.
“Geography was not your strong suit,” I nodded in agreement.
“Mom, I thought tobacco was a vegetable,” she finally said.
“Well, you were kind of an airhead I’ll give you that, but you have a different kind of intelligence. Don’t sell yourself short,” I admitted.
She nodded in agreement and offered her advice about punishments. “A rookie mistake is to focus on the butt. A lot of the guys that pay me to be submissive want to spank my booty raw but I’ve got a lot of padding there and it doesn’t take a lot of creativity. Think entire body – think mental anguish as well as physical. You want to add some elements of humiliation to it. Make it personal. If you know anything about them – use their own insecurities and flaws against them, Spit on them, berate them, step on their balls. Try watching horror movies and getting some ideas,” she started to get excited as she told me how to step up my punishment game.
The thing was it was scaring the crap out of me. I didn’t want to do any of those things. “I don’t want to have to be Freddy Krueger!” I told her honestly.
“Nah, that’s not what I mean. You aren’t the real Freddy Krueger. You are the Freddy Krueger roller coaster and when we get on we know we are safe and we are going to come out the other side but in the meantime you scare the bejeezus out of us. There are no brakes. We can’t get off the ride anytime we like but we do know that we are going to ride again,” she explained.
That made a lot of sense. I wanted to hear more about this but Barbara Jean was already back with Van and Brock toting big wooden chests full of sex toys, chains, whips, dildos, doo-dads, plugs, velvet rope,crops etc.
“I should probably move this stuff over here anyway as Duray said he is going to be using our house for the duration,” Barbara Jean said.
“The duration of what?” I asked.
“The duration,” Barbara Jean nodded as if that was sufficient answer and I assumed that meant until Duray said otherwise. That scared me – I had no interest in Brock and Barbara Jean living here permanently. I would have to deal with that later though. I was too busy looking through the two full toy chests of sex toys. She had every product she sold at her sex parties and more. There was lube, duct tape, glass objects, gas masks, electrician clamps, batteries of all shapes and sizes – it was a lot of stuff!
“Good lord, did you plan for the Spanish Inquisition?” I said as I picked up some of the old timey manacles and inspected the various torture devices in the box.
“No one expects the Spanish Inquisition, Mistress Reba,” Van told me as if I was silly for even suggesting it.
“I like that sound of that name, I want you all to call me Mistress Reba from now on and I am going to show you why,” I said as I prepared myself for what I was about to do. “Strip off all your clothes,” I insisted.
“Oh goodie,” Barbara Jean clapped her hands.
“No goodie,” I brought the leather handle of a whip down on her chest and the sound it made was very loud. She looked at me as if she didn’t understand and remained quiet. I explained “I don’t want you to see having clothing off as a good thing. You see when I tell you to strip it is because I am going to beat the snot out of you. Do you know why, Barbara Jean?” I said.
“No?” she asked with a mousy kind of voice.
“No, Mistress Reba!” I hit her again with the strap end of the whip although it wasn’t as hard as I wanted. She got the picture and repeated the name. “You can call me Ma’am for short but I don’t want to hear Reba unless it is followed by Mistress. I don’t want to hear Mom. I don’t want to hear Hey You, I don’t want to hear anything but what I tell you. Now do you know why I am going to beat the snot out of you, Barbara Jean?” it may have been the wine kicking in but I was having a ball talking tough as they stripped and looked nervous.
“So I don’t want to hear oh goodie when you find out you are about to get punished.
“Mom, I just had an uncircumcised dick in my face that I sucked like a push-pop until he came all over me and licked it up. It’s going to take a lot to scare me,” Cheyenne said.
“Mom? Who is that?” I asked what these metal clips were for and I held up some heavy weighted clamps. Cheyenne was about to explain when I pushed them on to her nipples and begin twisting them down tight.
“Mom, my piercings!!” she cried out in pain as I tightened the screws on her.
“Who? I don’t know who that is,” I said as I turned the screw again. I didn’t want to make them burst but her nipples were surprisingly elastic.
“Mistress Reba, please that hurts,” Cheyenne finally said.
“Yeah, I know. That is why I am doing it, now what are these for?” I held up some clothespin and when she told me where they could go – I almost didn’t believe her. I attached them to her pussy lips, to her tongue and then I handcuffed her.
I hog tied Barbara Jean like a prize pig. I grew up on a farm out in the country so it was pretty easy and the knots wouldn’t slip. I found the biggest dildo I could find in her toy box and showed it to her. She smiled. I put it back and brought out an ice tray. She smiled again but when I started inserting once ice cube at a time in her mouth, asshole and pussy – she started to groan and grunt. I was surprised she could take three ice cubes in her mouth – that was pretty impressive and she could take four in her pussy and I stopped at four in her asshole when I ran out of cubes.
Brock was nervous and rightly so now. I found some rope and tied him up to a chair. I put a ‘butt plug’ in his mouth and a matching one in his mouth. They had a pump that you squeeze to make them expand. I told him to start pumping and put one pump in each hand. He was reluctant until I took Barbara Jean’s key that she wore around her neck and showed it to him.
“What happens if I lost this?” I started to act irresponsible with it. It was the key to the lock around his cock.
“Do you want me to unlock you first? Should I?” I teased him. I had no intention of unlocking him but he foolishly begged me to let him out. “This belongs to me now!” I informed him that he was my possession since he belonged to Barbara Jean and she belonged to me as I looked down my nose at him.
He shook his head no but I told him that he had better understand who is boss from now on. I will admit that there is a part of this story that I should really share with you. The litany of cuss words I used, and the level of torture I inflicted on Brock’s body was fairly extreme. I did unlock him – only to stretch his nuts and crush them to the point they would almost rupture.
“Now Brock, when people say this is going to hurt me more than it does you,” I said as I had my ex-husband’s balls in a nutcracker position and was tightening the screw “they don’t really mean it!” I said as I twisted hard while he let out a satisfying “URRRGGGHH!”
To his credit, the man who couldn’t get out of bed when the kids were babies and crying all night because he had a “headache” took the pain quite a bit better than I thought he would. I was like a kid in a candy store as I found ways to squeeze his nuts, nipples, and yank out even his nose hairs.
Once I had all four of them tied up I told them that I wanted order and if this is what it took to have order then I should have done it a long time ago!
I used a flogger on Cheyenne but all it did was make a wooshing sound and make her giggle. She told me it felt like one of her high school cheerleading pomp oms. I admit I hadn’t quite got the hang of all the toys in Barbara Jean’s toy chest but I promised her that practice makes perfect.
“Untie me and I’ll show you how to use a flogger,” Barbara Jean grunted. I told her I liked her best with a gag in her mouth. I wanted to see if she could take something bigger than my TV remote down her throat and not gag down. It turns out she could take at least twelve inches of dildo and only then began to wretch and gag.
I shoved a broom handle up her ass and then made her lick the dildo clean before letting her fuck herself with it on my living room floor. I can’t properly convey to you how awkward it was to punish all four of them and how empowering it was at the same time to be the ultimate authority for a change. I choked, I pulled, I poked, I pretended I was a mad scientist and they were part of my wicked experiments.
I found it easier to shove things up Cheyenne and Barbara Jean’s well lubricated assholes than Brock and Van but when I found whip handles that looked like horses tails I shoved them up their butts straight away. Van had a very meaty ass and I kind of enjoyed that. I won’t lie though – I had a heck of a laugh shoving a whip handle up my ex-husband’s ass inch by inch while he grunted and pleaded for me not too.
Cheyenne and Barbara Jean can be intensely competitive and I admit I found it easier to touch Barbara Jean’s asshole but when Cheyenne started to get ansy I did the same thing to her with a mop handle and found she could only take about seven inches.
“Ha-ha-ha, I am the best at deep throating,” Barbara Jean grunted as she fucked herself while I whipped my daughter into a fuck-frenzy.
“Agghh, this hurts but it aint worse than child birth,” Cheyenne made gurgling noises once I began stretching her pussy lips instead of just slapping them with things.
“I know! I gave birth to you, don’t you remember?” I agreed it hurt and promised her that I’d find ways to pay her back for the pain of her birth.
“Mrs. H, what about me?” Van was tied up and still locked in his chastity cage. I had mostly ignored him for this session. I had to admit it felt strange touching Van. Brock and I used to be married and Cheyenne and Barbara Jean were women which made it a little easier although still kind of surreal.
“It’s Mistress Reba now,” I demanded.
When Van told me that it was Mrs. H until I showed him who was boss I saw red. I got out a single tail bullwhip and began cracking it around him. He whimpered in a satisfactory manner but I still hadn’t gotten over my taboo to punish him.
The others were groaning, sore, swollen and in anguish but Brock was left fairly untouched. I decided I’d probably need a shot of whiskey if I was going to get through this. I bound up Barbara Jean together face to face and then hung water bottles from their nipples and pussy lips because they were getting ansy. I tied Brock to a chair so he could watch and prepared myself to focus on Van.
I was pouring myself a drink when I heard a knock on the front door. I wondered if it was Brian again and I planned to get rid of him. The girls didn’t have any appointments for a few more hours so unless it was some random client showing up to see if he could be fit in I didn’t know who it could be.
I told the others to “hang around” because Barbara Jean and Cheyenne were literally hanging from the ceiling beams and I liked to make jokes like that when I am nervous.
It was Barbara Jean’s father and brother “Buzzard” demanding I let them in. I opened the door part way and they told me some “Black guy told them Barbara Jean was over here”. These two like to fish and hunt and they scare the bejeezus out of Brock and Van but they were always very polite to me. I tried to get rid of them but they wouldn’t take no for an answer.
When they heard Barbara Jean moan into her gag they burst through the door and shouted “Barbara Jean! What in Tarnation is going on in here?”
My face matched my bright red hair as I was completely mortified alongside everybody else as the two hulking rednecks lumbered into my house to rescue Barbara Jean!
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