Crush, beat, and humiliate you

"Why don't we start by stripping you two down. I wanna see what I'm working with," Joey snickers.

Your mom hesitantly protests, "You didn't say anything about-"

Suddenly you feel an intense pain that brings you to your knees. Joey had punched you right in the eye. He grabs you by the back of your hair to lift your head up, then punches you in the throat. While you struggle to breathe he gets in a shot to the jaw and two to the ribs. You fall to the floor. Your vision is blurry, your ears are ringing, and you're gasping for air. Joey is ready to keep going but is stopped by your mom.

"Ok! I'm sorry, sir! Please, let me take my clothes off for you, sir!" Your mom pleads.

Joey points down to the ground, "Lick the dirt at my feet and beg to be my whore!" Joey's eyes burn with rage.

With no hesitation, your mom drops to the ground and licks the dirty pavement Joey is standing on.

"Let me be your whore, sir. Please use my worthless holes," your mom begs.

"Good girl. Now kick your son," Joey commands.

You are hunched over on your hands and knees. You can barely follow their conversation but you know what's coming. You feel a horrible pain in your side as your mom's heel digs into your body. You fall over on your back.

"Spit on him," Joey demands.

Your mom's spit smacks you in the forehead. You still can't see straight but you imagine she's not taking any pleasure in this.

"Cocksucker, thank Mommy and me," Joey teases.

"Ugh...Thank you, sir. Thank you, Mommy," you obey weakly.

"Ok let's go ahead and move this party inside. I'd like one of you to finish preparing dinner and the other can tend to the raging boner this has given me," Joey says excitedly.