Send Elizabeth and Colleen to The Pit and Katie to watch.

I meant what I said about taking out my anger on Katie's family for her sins, and there was one option that ensure that the point sank in.

"Marco, take Katie's family to The Pit, and take the traitor to one of the medical rooms. Get her set up so she has to see and hear everything that happens to her family." I returned to my desk and gave Marco instructions to inform me once the events were ready to commence.

Fifteen minutes later Marco buzzed me on the intercom stating that everything was ready. I told him to hold on until I reached Katie's side for the fun to start.

I entered Private Room C on sub-basement one. Marco had clearly been quite good at reading my thoughts, as Katie's setup was as perfect as I could have thought up myself. She was strapped naked to a gynocologist's chair, her legs in stirrups and her arms spread to her sides. The sides of her head were covered with huge headphones, connected to the numerous pickups inside The Pit. Her eyes were **** open with thick medical tape, ensuring that she would see everything on the wall mounted LCD screen right in front of her. While the monitor was initially installed so I could have a wonderful room to pleasure myself in, knowing it could be used to torment this traitorous bitch was worth the cost of it alone.

I sat down next to Katie to have a talk with her. "Katie, you were always a good friend to me, but you really should have known what I'd do to you if you stole from me like that. I used to consider you a friend that was my equal, but now you are nothing but my property." I pulled my hand back and slapped her tits hard. Katie burst into tears.

"Jane... please, don't do this to my family! sob They are all I have left, and they don't deserve this at all, so please, please let them go. Do whatever you can think of to me, but not them..."

"Katie, that sort of attitude is the very reason why enslaving you and only you would not be enough. Any punishment that one is willing to take is not punishment enough." I pressed a button on the intercom to speakl to Marco, who I presumed was outside The Pit with our two guests. "Marco, we're ready in here. Let the game begin." With another button press, the TV sprang to life, divided into four quadrants each covering a different area and angle of the pit. It seemed as if the sex monsters had still not tired of their previous prey. The first quadrant showed two of the men pounding the **** toy in the mouth and ass, banging her back and forth much like a rag doll. The second quadrant showed the other five men relaxing on the cots against the back wall, too tired to bother fucking the same ol' meat. The next part of the screen showed the view from a camera mounted in the floor in the middle of the room, but was useless until the action moved to a more ideal location. Lastly was a camera facing the large metal door to The Pit, and just as I gazed upon it, the door cracked open and light shone in. In the doorway stood Elizabeth and Colleen, both wearing leather hand mitts to gaurantee that they wouldn't scratch up my humble employees. Marco and the orderlies had them held tight as they were carried towards the door. The two women were kicking and screaming, and I could see Katie staring at the screen, horrified at the fate that her mother and sister were heading for.

Once the women were close enough to the door, they were shoved through the gateway into their own personal hell. Both stumbled for a few steps but hastily turned around to try to make it back through the cell door before it was locked, but they were still too late. The door slammed shut, and heavy metal locks could be heard sliding into place. I always loved the next part of this game.

The two women quickly gave up, and turned towards the room where the men now noticed the presence of fresh meat. The men that I helped turn into mindless sex fiends began to slowly walk towards the new girls, their cocks slowly going erect as they got closer to their next victims.

My assumption is that priot to their entry to the room, Katie's family really had no idea what lied in the future, their fear motivated only by the uncertainty of what their captors would **** them to do. Now they understood that I intended to make them the same sort of sex **** that their daughter and sister had helped me create over the years, and they must have been absolutely horrified at the prospect. The mother cradled the daughter in her arms, and their tearful conversation filled both the room and Katie's headphones.

"Mom... I'm scared."

Elizabeth craddled her daughter in her arms, clearly unsure of what to say amidst the upcoming ****. "Don't worry, honey, I'll protect you."

What a horrible lie. I would enjoy seeing it get broken.

When men reached the women, they grabbed for everything they could get a hold of- hair, clothing, limbs, and tits. The women did their best to hold on to each other, but they were no match for seven ****-crazed and steroid-ripped sex fiends. It was touching to see them finally get pulled apart, grasping for each other with mitten'd hands. To opposite corners of the room the men dragged the women, clawing at women's clothes along the way. The tug-of-war with the women's clothes left their clothes in tatters. All they had left were the torn clothing and their underwear, but as long as the main obstacles to satisfaction were out of their way, my men would be happy.

Colleen reached her corner first, and my former boyfriend Tommy leaped onto her. Her black bra and and black thong gave little protection, just as I preferred. Displacing the small piece of fabric with his cock, Tommy began fucking Colleen, her moans of pain hurting her sister Katie, while greatly pleasing me. Katie started wailing as loud as her younger sister. I could see her straining to close her eyes, but my subordinates did a good job of removing that option. Colleen arched her back in pain, and one of the other men used the opportunity to cram his cock down Colleen's throat.

"HMMMMMMFFFFGGLE!" I could tell Colleen was trying to bite down on the cock, but I knew it wouldn't work. The cocks of The Pit were large through years of heavy and targetted ****, and they were further toughened by years of continual usage and friction. Colleen had **** but to take what my men chose to give her.

On the other side of the room Elizabeth was now receiving the attention of my employees. It seemed as if her somewhat revealing blouse hid some very conservative undergarments. Large and bulky white underwear covered her privates, offering much more protection than her daughter's rudimentary thong.

"Please let us go..." cried Elizabeth, still not shutting the hell up. I've always liked it when they struggle and cry. Ronald, the formerly timid accountant, tore through her bulky panties and began **** her, as all three members of the family continued to cry.

With the activities well under way, I decided to begin the physical part of Katie's punishment. I reached into a cabinet and pulled out a U-shaped vibrator. As her legs were already spread, it was easy to bend it into a locked position inside her cunt and ass. A flick of a switch put Katie into a state of **** stimulation, causing her to thrash around in her bonds. So hot. I pulled up my stool behind her and started kneeding her tits, ready for a night of watching a horrible gang **** with a woman who used to be one of my closest friends.

Back in The Pit, the two women were now both being triple teamed. Three large cocks were violating each of them, their tears and protests going rightfully ignored. I mashed Katie's breasts and nipples in my hand as we watched the **** orgy continue into the night.

I shook awake several hours later. It seemed as if I had fallen asleep on Katie's shoulders. Back in The Pit, the women obviously were given no rest throughout the night, both barely awake and softly moaning as the men thrust the cocks into their pussies. Katie seemed to be shocked catatonic as well, more a result of the psychological trauma than the physical. The story of these women was far from over.