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

“Now, there is a reasonable explanation for all of this,” sounded pretty dumb I will admit but what can you say when a father walks in on his daughter with her brother and sees her tied up naked swinging from the roof with another woman, and water bottles hanging from their nipples and pussy lips as they cry and moan in pain, covered in welts, bruises and shivering in their own sweat and tears.
Brock was tied to a chair with a pair of her panties on his head and the whip from his ass sticking out of his mouth. Van was whimpering the most in panic because for some reason Barbara Jean’s brother Buzzard scares the living daylights out of him. He was still in his cock cage and wearing women’s make up but Buzzard wasn’t laughing.
“I don’t think there is, Reba,” Barbara Jean’s father is a big, intimidating man who makes a lot of rude comments. He stode over to where Barbara Jean was and yanked the dildo out of her mouth. He once told me that he would never leave his wife because she was “too ugly to kiss goodbye”.
“Big Daddy!” she shouted enthusiastically at him. That was what Barbara Jean called her father.
He glared at her and said this was not like her at all. I kept looking at my shoes. I had been getting kind of juicy and was glad I hadn’t taken off my own clothes but everyone else was stark naked with the exception of collars, cuffs, chains and Van’s cock cage.
“I know Big Daddy, are you disappointed in me?” Barbara Jean looked ashamed and meek – which is hard to do when you are rocking back and forth tied with your thighs wide open to another girl and water bottles are hanging from your open pussy. I reached up and stopped the two of them from rocking.
“It’s just you told me you were a dominatrix now, and yet here you are swinging like your momma,” Big Daddy sounded disappointed but I was shocked that was what had concerned him.
“I know, it is just a coincidence though, Big Daddy! Really!” Barbara Jean started to explain and then after a long stare from Big Daddy admitted she may have suggested I tie her up and attach weights to her pussy and nipples. I realized she had actually suggested some of these punishments when I was in trying to think of things to do to her.
“BJ, we came all the way out here to welcome you into the fold as a dominant and take you snipe hunting!” Big Daddy shook his head with disappointment.
“It’s a family tradition,” Buzzard grinned with a dangerous glint in his eye towards Van and Brock – who both began to shake nervously.
“I am dominant though over Brock and sometimes Van, Big Daddy!” Barbara Jean stammered defensively.
“Oh anybody with an ounce of backbone could dominate these two sissies,” Big Daddy tickled Brock’s side and Brock nearly flew out of his chair. “Why are you tied up like this anyway? Did you not take care of those good old boys I sent over this morning?” Big Daddy stroked his grey shaggy beard. I remembered the three gentlemen in the cowboy hats.
“I totally did, Big Daddy, Mistress Reba was punishing me because she had to bail me out of jail for indecent exposure at the gym,” she pouted.
“You are just like your momma, always showing those big tits of yours whenever you can, and I bet you got caught sucking dicks too?” he asked his daughter. She nodded and he said “That is why we named you BJ. You always did stick anything you could find in your mouth,” he shook his head.
“That is why I was the biggest baby in Juno County,” Barbara Jean smiled.
“Well, I don’t suppose you’ll be finished with your punishment in time to go snipe hunting?” he looked at her and then at me. I shrugged but Barbara Jean told him she had one more client after this and then she could go.
“Nah, we gotta be set up to catch the snipes by midnight and I was really looking forward to the hunt,” Big Daddy said.
“You can still take Brock and Van if you want, I mean unless Mistress Reba or Cheyenne needs them?” Barbara Jean asked politely.
Cheyenne glared at her husband and said she definitely didn’t need him.
“C’mon, Mistress Cheyenne, I’ll be a good boy, please don’t make me go?” Van looked completely mortified. Cheyenne reminded him she didn’t want him to call her Mistress unless he had permission and told the guys to have fun.
“What are Snipe anyway, Sir?” Brock asked.
“You’ll find out,” Buzzard promised him. They made Van and Brock run outside to their pick-up truck wearing nothing but panties. I found out later that Brock and Van were “Snipe” and that the family tradition was that anytime there is a new dominant they take the submissive out into the woods and hunt them together as a rite of passage. They used paint ball guns but from what I understand in the past they used pellet guns or salt buckshot.
“When we get back in the morning I hope to see you composed and not under any punishments,” Big Daddy scowled at his daughter. She assured him she would be good.
As Big Daddy was leaving he whispered to me “You are doing a good job. If you need to punish her don’t hesitate to do so on my account. She can take way more of that broom handle though. Don’t let her tell you otherwise. Her and her mother used to compete to see who could come closest to the bristle end!” he swatted his daughter on the butt and chased Brock and Van to his pick-up truck.
“Barbara Jean, I had no idea you had such a kinky family? They always seemed so conservative,” I said after the men left.
“I grew up in the mountains and conservative people can be kinky. We just keep it in the family,” she admitted before realizing that sounded crass and explaining that I was family now.
“Well thank you Barbara Jean,” I said as I began to whip her pussy mercilessly. I spent a full hour establishing who was boss. The only interruption was when Kyra came home from the mall with a bunch of shopping.
“Where is Brock and Van? I need someone to carry in all my shopping,” she said without commenting on her whimpering sister quivering in the corner. Cheyenne’s tits were swollen, her ass was blistered red and she looked a mess.
“They have gone hunting,” Barbara Jean told her. She was bound up tightly, wrapped in saran wrap, with clamps on her nipples, weights on her pussy lips and the broom as far up her ass as I could get it – her daddy was right, she could take a LOT more if she relaxed.
“Oh great,” Kyra said sarcastically. “Everyone else benefits from this new situation and I am left carrying in all of my own shopping! When will it ever end?” she made a harrumph sound and sighed.
“You little bitch, the only reason you got to go shopping is with money Barbara Jean and I earned!” Cheyenne grunted at her sister as she drooled around a loose dildo gag in her mouth.
“Mah-awm!” Kyra demanded I release Cheyenne and make her carry in her shopping.
“You aren’t shocked seeing your sister tied up like this?” I asked her with a puzzled expression. I was uncomfortable with it and I was the one who had tied her up.
“Are you kidding? After all the times she tied me and Jake up when you weren’t home? I am laughing my ass off,” Kyra grinned at her sister’s predicament bound with her pussy and asshole exposed and stretched.
“That was normal big sister – little sister bonding though,” Cheyenne complained.
“It was Shibari rope bondage!” Kyra corrected her sister that it was quite a bit more intense. I had no idea this had gone on between them.
“bonding, bondage – that is what I said,” Cheyenne shrugged it off. I wanted to ask more questions but Kyra lost interest in gloating over her sister when Jake and Henry walked in carrying the shopping bags. “The girls outside said they had to go,” they laughed.
“Oh good, carry this up to my room!” She said imperiously to the two younger boys and they marched up without looking much at Barbara Jean and Cheyenne’s naked, quivering bodies.
“Did everybody in this house know about all this kinky stuff besides me?” I asked.
“Well, we thought you wouldn’t understand it,” Barbara Jean admitted. I told the two of them that I was the most open minded person and understanding person on the planet and when they laughed hard at that I realized they probably did have a point.
“I can see I have a lot more punishment to give you too, but oh crap?” I checked my phone app and Barbara Jean and Cheyenne had appointments soon with paying clients. I told them I would untie them but we weren’t done by any stretch of the imagination.
“You did good, you opened my sinuses right up,” Barbara Jean touched her nose and sniffed as she shook off the bindings after I began to untie her.
“Yeah, you surprised me. You were really pretty wicked for your first time,” Cheyenne’s ability to go from whimpering mess of jelly to composed told me I hadn’t done nearly enough. I would need to get online and read up.
“Well, I was going to flatten your pussy lips by pressing them between two books but I was afraid if you get too close to a book, you’d melt,” I teased her about her lack of academic interest.
“Oh, remember the guy who kept trying to stretch and flatten our tits?” Cheyenne agreed that would be a good punishment as she asked Barbara Jean.
“Yeah, I was afraid he’d pop my implants! Jeez, I think my nipples are still stretched out from that,” Barbara Jean admitted before asking if she could take a shower. “I’ve got a foody coming over and he is going to want to eat off of a clean plate,” she smirked with pride.
I told her yes and then asked Cheyenne if she needed to get ready for her ‘date’.
“Yeah, I’ll go take a shower, put on a little make up and clean up. I’ve got a woman coming over so I am hoping she likes eating pussy because you treated my pussy like you were tenderizing a pot roast,” she joked. She was still pulling off duct tape and adjusting herself.
“Is this really what you wanted?” I asked her – quite seriously.
“Yeah, I mean thank you. You are definitely going to keep us in line a lot more than Duray ever did. He let us get away with everything really,” she laughed. “Please don’t take the fact that I am not crying personally. You nearly pulled my piercings out and there were a few times I was going to punch you because you hurt me so badly but all in all, I definitely feel like I just had my bitch button reset and a solid attitude adjustment. Thank you, Mistress Reba,” she smiled.
I was actually surprised. I liked that term “Bitch button reset” and wondered if I may need that every now and then because lord knows I had points where I probably was too bitchy myself. The doorbell rang and I went to get it.
There was a pretty brunette on the other side of the door and she said she was a little early for her appointment. She wore a very revealing red skirt that showed off her cleavage and seemed very enthusiastic. I told her that Cheyenne wasn’t quite ready yet and asked if she could come back later.
“I don’t mind, I’ve got some place to be afterwards. We can start now,” she said through the door. I looked at Cheyenne and she shrugged that she didn’t care as long as the woman understood she wasn’t ready yet. “I said okay, but you may want to wait until Cheyenne puts on her face,” I opened the door.
Cheyenne’s looked concerned as she recognized the young woman “Bridgette!”
Bridgette pretended to be shocked to see Cheyenne. “When I saw the ad on Backpage I thought that couldn’t be the head cheerleader from Westchester? She is way too fat and dumpy! If I had known it was you I would never come,” she was clearly being facetious.
“Former head cheerleader of West Chester,” Cheyenne put her hands on her hips defiantly.
“Well, obviously, I mean just look at you, you couldn’t be head cheer leader now,” Bridgette had clearly gone to school with my daughter and was obviously some kind of rival.
“Bridgette, what are you doing on back page trolling for sex anyway? Have you really gotten that lonely and pathetic or have you just fucked everybody else in our school and are just down to me?” Cheyenne fired back at the girl.
“Well, I haven’t fucked Van yet either, but if he had gone with me to the Sadie Hawkins dance things may have been different. Where is he anyway? Did he already leave you? Oh, probably so considering how you look,” Bridgette was getting under Cheyenne’s skin and that was a pretty low blow.
“No, Van is out hunting and we are happily married after we had a baby, thank you very much!” Cheyenne harrumphed and stuck her nose up in the air.
“Oh, you already had the baby? I thought you were still pregnant, I am sorry” Bridgette was very catty – I’ll give her that. Cheyenne had a perfect body – at least compared to all my curves.
“If I am so dumpy then why are you over here to get in this pussy?” Cheyenne asked her and pointed with her hands to her swollen, red pussy – still shaven to look like an ace of spades.
“I am here so you can eat this derriere,” Bridgette stuck her perfect butt out.
“Well!” Cheyenne couldn’t think of any good come back and flustered she told her that was fine and to put her donation on the table.
Bridgette put two hundred one dollar bills on the table. “I’d ask you to count it but I know that wasn’t your strong suit!” she smiled.
Cheyenne grabbed her rivals hand and led her upstairs hastily. “Oh, you live with your mom still? How quaint. Remind me to tell you about the house I own. It would be perfect for you,” she giggled as she followed my daughter upstairs.
I barely had time for that shot of whiskey when I heard Barbara Jean tromping downstairs.
“Mistress Reba, can you help shove these grapes up my ass? I am running out of time,” she said. I nearly spit out my drink with a giggle before I turned around and saw her.
She had a banana stuck in her pussy and two pears hanging from her nipple. She had draped sausages around her body and decorated herself with food coloring, glitter and whipped cream. She was dressed like an erotic version of Alice in Wonderland with a white headband and white stockings and the outline of a blue skirt with white apron that didn’t cover her ass or pussy. Barbara Jean called it her “Alice in Chains” outfit.
“This definitely wasn’t in the job description, Barbara Jean” I said as she handed me a bowl of grapes expectantly and bent over for me – revealing her very pink ass. I commented on the fact that her entire crack was pink.
“Yeah, I have my anus bleached monthly and I ask Jose to bleach the entire crack when they wax me,” she admitted before adding it helps to suck off all the people that work there.
“So you were always this kinky?” I asked Barbara Jean as I fed grapes into her winking poop-hole one at a time.
“You can do more than one at a time, Mistress Reba,” she told me before explaining that was how she got Brock in the first place. “You didn’t think I got him because of my cooking did you? I can suck a golf ball through a garden hose and deep throat the entire hose when I am done. I got your man because I did things for him that blew his mind and no nice woman like you would ever think to do. I wake up craving cum all over my face and after a few years of monogamy I just wanted to get back to the basics, you know what I mean?” she said.
I was shoving multiple grapes into her stretched out asshole and thinking more about what she just said about why Brock left me for her. I had been thinking it was because we just had a bad marriage but now I actually felt some closure and acceptance. Barbara Jean was a total cock-whore and she could probably seduce just about any guy she wanted with her wanton desires and talents in the bedroom.
I wondered if I should try living like her or if I even could be as shamelessly generous with my own sexuality. Then I remembered how embarrassed I had felt when the guy I was dating thought I was seeing someone else earlier that afternoon.
As I finished putting all the grapes into Barbara Jean’s asshole she said that there was a bowl of cherries in the fridge and she still had room – which surprised me tremendously even though after what I did to her with the broom handle it probably shouldn’t have.
Cheyenne was walking her former rival downstairs and they were holding hands lovingly. “Thank you, Cheyenne that was wonderful,” Bridgette kissed her deeply on the stairs and the doorbell rang. “That’s my ride, gotta get to work myself.”
As Cheyenne watched her leave, Bridgette looked back scornfully and held the door open for a boy they both knew in high school named Michael. Michael had a thing for Cheyenne and had even taken her on a date and a picnic – that had made Van very jealous.
“All done here, babe?” he kissed Bridgette and held her to him as he looked down her nose at us.
“Yeah, nothing to see here. Just three old skanks. I am done with my charity work for the evening,” Bridgette stuck her butt out and bragged that she gets a minimum of 500 “roses” for that ass per hour and the two hundred she had paid to see what her friend still had was nothing to her. “I was just checking out the competition but there wasn’t any here to be found.”
“That isn’t very nice!” Barbara Jean looked up as I stood behind her. She was holding her ass cheeks apart for me and didn’t look particularly dignified as she tried to lecture them on decorum.
“What are you supposed to be, anyway? A broke ass snow white?” Bridgette stuck her finger in the air as if plucking out a burn to hand to Barbara Jean.
“I am Alice in Wonderland,” Barbara Jean mumbled to correct the mean girl.
“I can see that now. Well, you know how one thing Alice eats makes her smaller and one thing makes her larger? Stay away from the Cheese Cake because that definitely makes you grow, baby!” Bridgette blew us a kiss and danced out the door.
“I hate that bitch,” Cheyenne glared as her friend left “She is such a bully!”.
“I don’t know,” Barbara Jean remarked like the air-head that she was that now she was craving some cheese cake. She told Cheyenne “There are two ways you can deal with bullies: You can either hide in a bush till they forget about you, or you can buy them presents. Oh, that reminds me Reba, I picked you up something nice at the mall before I got arrested today.”
I chuckled at the humor. That was the Barbara Jean I knew and loved.
There was a knock on the door and Barbara Jean said loudly “Finally, it is the rapist!” as she walked over and opened it.
“It’s Therapist, actually” Todd, the counsellor we hired to help us all communicate better.
“Same thing,” Barbara Jean led him in by his tie. Todd was dress in a suit and always reminded me of Martin Mull the comedian with his dry wit.
“I see that you finally included Reba in some of the sexual therapy that I suggested?” he smiled and asked how that was going.
“I can explain it to you but who is paying who for their time here?” Barbara Jean smiled wickedly and Todd took off his coat and put money on the table as his donation.
“I like the outfit. I should have brought my tea set and we could have had a mad tea party,” he smiled as he offered her his arm.
“Well, I hope you like grapes,” she said as she led him upstairs and he nodded that he did.
“IS everybody we know kinky besides me?” I asked Cheyenne with a mystified expression that even our therapist was twisted.
“Pretty much,” she smirked and admitted me she had no idea Dennis Dugan was a pervert either though.
“Just looking at that scrawny little nerd, you know he’s got some pent up nerd-lust in there somewhere,” I smirked back.
“He was actually super romantic, gentle and sweet,” Cheyenne said.
“Well, I am glad you enjoyed it,” I told my daughter but Cheyenne made a disgusted face and said it was the most boring fuck of her day. “I kept fantasizing about the gang bang earlier!”
“Oh my god,” Kyra came running downstairs with a panic. I was instantly worried she had seen something happen between Barbara Jean and Todd. “What happened in my room? I laid in my bed and there was semen everywhere!”
“I thought I licked it all up,” Cheyenne commented to herself.
“You let her use my bedroom for one of her gross little sex parties?” Kyra demanded her sister be punished.
I was about to explain it was my responsibility and I was the one who allowed that to happen in her room. I felt bad that Kyra laid down in jizz – real bad. However, the fact she even knew what it was made me worried.
“That’s fair,” Cheyenne agreed without putting up much of a fight and Kyra and I were both stunned. I suspended Cheyenne by rope and shoved a stick up her ass and in her pussy and then attached clothes pins to her clit as I spanked her.
Jake came downstairs – he had his own bedroom. He looked fascinated and Cheyenne told him to stop being a little perv and watching even though she seemed to have no real problem with him seeing her in this state of distress.
“Did you find something nasty in your room, too Jake?” I asked him when he walked over to me.
“No, I was just going to ask if Cheyenne could use my room next time if she gets punished like this?” he smirked. I sent him back to his room but let Kyra stay and watch her sisters punishment.
Todd and Barbara Jean walked down the stairs arm and arm. “Are you sure you don’t want another grape or the banana?” she asked him.
“I couldn’t eat another bite,” Todd had a satisfied look on his face and told she was absolutely delicious.
She had the banana sticking out of her butthole as she walked him to the door and waved him goodbye.
Todd turned as he was leaving and said he expected to get his donation back when we see him again for family therapy and I found that I couldn’t argue with that logic.
“Mistress Reba,” Barbara Jean checked her phone and said that Duray wanted her to get the rest of their things out of the house to move in over here.
“I don’t have room for you all. I am already punishing Cheyenne for using her sister’s room today,” I explained.
“Lucky girl,” she smiled at Cheyenne and Cheyenne rolled her eyes as she spun slowly from the rafters. Barbara Jean added that she had Dog Cages for Van and Brock and I could stake her out in the backyard or tie her up in the kitchen. “I don’t really much care as long as there is scratchy rope involved. Just the feel of it on my skin makes me feel nostalgic,” she cooed. She added “Tomorrow morning though after Big Daddy comes back from hunting though will you let me dominate my husband for a little while?”
“I can’t believe I am agreeing to all of this,” I told Barbara Jean as I whacked my daughter’s bare butt while she dripped semen slowly back on the floor.
“You have a kind heart, Mistress Reba,” Barbara Jean smiled politely and asked if she should carry everything over completely naked or she should wear clothes. I could tell she wanted to have to do the job in the nude and even though I was concerned with what the neighbors might say I told her that naturally she’d have to do it naked and to take lazy Cheyenne with her.
Kyra was satisfied that I had punished her sister enough and didn’t explain whether or not she changed her sheets after that when she went up to bed – but then I didn’t ask.
That night the girls served a few more men including Coach Harrell who led the Westchester Football team. He was really into making the girls high step and do exercises while spanking them. There was also Steve Morris the real estate agent. He brought flowers and bored Cheyenne to tears even though he was the only black guy she had all day after the gang bang.
That night I beat them and hog tied both of them in the kitchen with their wrists tied to their ankles so that their pussies were exposed so I could smack them with a wooden spoon. In the morning, Big Daddy and Buzzard brought the guys back bright and early.
Brock and Van looked like they had been traumatized. “They made us do things..” Van kept whispering over and over.
“Did you see the movie Deliverance? It was like that but with fists and guns,” Brock explained.
They both had tremendous welts all over their skins and rope burns and were completely whimpering like crybabies around Buzzard and Big Daddy.
True to my word, I let Barbara Jean dominate Brock and she and Cheyenne demonstrated how they had taught Brock and Van to roll over, beg, sit up, and jump through hoops like puppy dogs. I thought it was pretty cute as I sat there and enjoyed a cup of coffee.
When the guys earned it Barbara Jean served them real dog food on the floor and made us a delicious country breakfast while completely naked.
“This Mistress Reba of yours has got you on your toes but I do like how dominant you’ve become, Barbara Jean” Big Daddy told her as she served him breakfast.
“Thank you Big Daddy,” she smiled.
Big Daddy warned me that I had to be particularly cruel and sadistic to keep her in line. “She is just like her momma and she can take more than you can probably dish out,” he warned me.
“Oh don’t worry, Big Daddy. If I had known Reba was this sadistic I wouldn’t have had to hire Duray to pretend to be my pimp,” she stopped herself as she admitted that Duray was a paid actor. Everyone looked at her with shock.
“Wait, Duray isn’t a real pimp? He nearly broke all the bones in my hand!” Brock said with surprise.
“He washes cars at your dental office, honey. You have seen him every day for years,” Barbara Jean admitted and Brock nodded that Duray did look familiar. “His real name is Darrell and he is going to college to be an actor. I thought it may be fun if I pretended he had some blackmail over you, and come on Brock, you loved having to be his bitch didn’t you?” she tickled his rib and he admitted it as she flirted with him.
“So he doesn’t really own half of my house?” I asked her – now that I realized I had been duped as well. This had all been a convenient charade that the others including me fell for. I had so many questions but that was the biggest one I wanted an answer too!
“Oh that? I don’t know, probably,” Barbara Jean shrugged and took a sip of her coffee while looking around the room with her head down in the hopes I’d drop the subject.
(Screen fades to black/TV sit com music plays)
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