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Bubba's Bdsm Babe
(Alexander Marquis)

      After the family had feasted on baked rat, Cletus came to fetch us.

      "Bubba wants to see y'all," he said with a malicious grin as he unlocked our shackles. "Might as well get them duds off now."

      "Yes, Master Cletus," Dolly said, and we both obligingly stripped.

      Cletus then led us into the living room where Ma, Gramps and Bubba were seated in their rocking chairs, with Lula Mae curled up at Bubba's feet.

      "Here they are, Bubba," Cletus announced meekly.

      "I can see that!" Bubba snapped, spitting a stream of brown tobacco juice into a nearby cuspidor. "You got a talent for statin' the obvious, boy."

      "S-sorry, Bubba."

      Bubba gave Dolly and me a scornful look, then ordered us to get on our hands and knees and approach him, which we obediently did.

      "Now kiss my feet!" the hulking redneck ordered. "Go on! You kiss the right one, and you kiss the left!"

      I obediently lowered my lips to Bubba's hairy, foul smelling foot. As I kissed it, I noticed that there was a thick moldy paste between his toes, and that the toenails were caked with black dirt.

      "Now suck my toes!" Bubba commanded. "Go on, suck 'em good!"

      Fighting back a tide of revulsion and rage, I opened my lips and took Bubba's big toe into my mouth. I have to say it was the rankest thing I ever tasted. 

      "Ahh, that's good," Bubba murmured with a contented sigh. "Now clean out all that toe jam between my toes. Clean it out good!"

      I glanced over at Dolly, who had the mountain man's other big toe in her mouth and a sour expression on her face. We were undergoing one of the most humiliating experiences imaginable, but we knew that our very lives depended upon our being absolutely obedient to Bubba's wishes.

      "Bubba always did love to have his toes sucked," Ma commented gleefully.

      "I-I wish I could be the one to suck Bubba's toes, Ma," Lula Mae said in a quavering voice.

      "Shut up, you dumb bitch!" Bubba snapped. "Go get me another jug. I'm almost done with this 'un. And be quick about it!"

      "Y-yes, B-Bubba. Right away, Bubba."

      "You know," the red-faced mountain man said with a contented sigh, "there just ain't nothin' better than a good baked rat supper, a swig of corn whiskey, a good big chaw of tobacco, gettin' one's toes sucked, and then..."

      "And then what, Bubba?" Ma asked.

      "And then subjecting a college gal...to a whole bunch of sexual abuse!"