We followed him, of course

Zach climbed back to his room while clutching the whip tightly. My knees were starting to tire after a few hours on my knees, so I tried my best to follow as quickly as I could. My implant transformed what should have hurt into an orgasm, which caused me to whimper as I moved. I still hadn't grown used to kneeling around the house, but Zach's mother was an expert at it, which didn't surprise me in the least. She did this every day, and perhaps Ashley is an expert too. I might get used to it if Zach decides to keep me here. However, it is up to him.

I tried to explain to Zach's mother why my knees were hurting, but I was startled by the sudden whip at her back. Because both of our hands were tightly bound behind us, she tumbled to the floor without any support. She fell forward on her head, nearly breaking her nose.

"Hurry up, sluts!" Zach yelled, but not loud enough to bother his father and Monica, whatever they’re doing in the other room. more specifically, whatever Zach’s dad is doing to her. I still find it hard to believe I got to meet Monica in person. I had to get her autograph before I leave for school tomorrow. Of course, I won't need to attend school if Zach keeps me here, but I'm still getting that autograph.

"Sorry, son." Zach’s mom apologized, but not genuinely. We were aware that he wasn't angry; rather, he was practicing his whipping motion. We both chuckled, and I almost laughed, as soon as we heard him ask, "Did I use it right?" That confirms the reliability of our theory. I climbed the stairs while leaving Zach's mother on the ground. Zach has already gone to his room and is waiting for us while sitting on his bed. As soon as I enter the room, the whip immediately flies at me, hitting my right ear. I moan in response.

"Dammit, I missed." Zach barked. He was aiming for my forehead, trying to knock me over so he could fuck me on the floor while we waited for his mother.

"Try again, then." I encouraged him while giving him a warm smile. While we waited for his mother, he spent the additional time smacking my forehead with the whip, which helped him improve his aim. I thought it took only a few seconds for Zach’s mom to arrive, but in reality I was **** for almost 30 minutes.

"Wake up, Gehanna." Zach’s mom called. I almost forgot that my name isn’t Geneva Stone anymore. It’s now Gehanna Fertile. The name I suggested to Zach when he demanded a breeding pig name for me. That name has started growing on me, so I might consider changing my name to it permanently. It had a nice ring to it.

I opened my eyes to see Zach's mother bending in a posture resembling the puppy posture in yoga. Her head remains on the floor at an angle facing me while she shows her son her bleeding pussy and a nearly red butthole.

"Come on, get in position." Zach’s mom invited me. The punishment had already begun, at least for her.

"I can’t hear you count, slut!" Zach barked at the battered slut that was his mother.

"34." Zach’s mom quickly said, In an effort to make up for her pause.

Zach muttered exasperatedly, "Too late, slut. Start at the beginning." But he later added. "On second thought!"