Epilogue (Part 6): Fractured

"Well, that just leaves one room left in the basement," I note as we exit the masochist's room.

"Are you sure, Sir? We don't have to do that if you don't want to," Helen says.

"No, it's okay. I said that I wanted to check on everyone and I meant it. Even despite their... conditions, they're part of this family too. A very strange part, but a part nonetheless."

"Alright, Sir. As always, I'm happy to go along with whatever you decide. Let's go," Helen agrees.

Helen and I continue heading through the basement, past the various types of recreational rooms until we come to the final door on this floor of the house. Despite my previous insistence on coming here, I still can't help but hesitate slightly before entering. I know nothing bad is going to happen, but... I don't know. I guess the whole situation is still just really strange.

Okay. That's enough of that. Like I said, they're just as much a part of the harem as anyone else. Well... that might not be entirely accurate, but it doesn't matter. I promised that I would take care of all of these women, and I have no intention of going back on my word. I take another glance at Helen, who gives me a small nod to say that she'll be right by my side. With her support, I feel the strength I need to open the door. And as we walk in, we see her.

Skye Cunningham. Or at least what's left of her. Truth be told, I'm pretty confident that her mind has been completely wiped. If there is anything left in her head, it's really hard to tell. She's basically a wild animal at this point, only concerned with eating, sleeping, and fucking. And she's only really willing to do those first two after she's had her fill of the third. In fact, I'd bet that a majority of her diet now is sperm and pussy juice.

Unlike with the cumdump we just saw, we were the ones who decided to put Skye in a straight jacket. It's the best way to make sure she doesn't hurt herself or someone else. Otherwise, she can be a bit... aggressive when it comes to trying to get to someone's cock or cunt. I do sometimes wonder if that's a remnant of her dominatrix identity, but there's no real way to know for sure. Anyway, it makes everyone's lives easier if she's restrained, so the straight jacket seemed like a worthwhile precaution. Outside of when she wants to use her hands to take off someone's pants, she hardly seems to even notice she's wearing it. We also put padding all around the room in an attempt to make the room as safe as possible for everyone. That decision makes it really easy to use Skye's holes pretty much anywhere in the room. It also lets you get as rough with her as you want without any risk, which is an added bonus.

As we come into the room, Skye perks up a bit. She starts to look around, and it takes a decent amount of time for her to actually lock eyes on us. When she does, her gaze is unfocused, and she appears to be in somewhat of a daze, but that's normal for her at this point. You know, on account of her not really being able to think anymore.

"Cock...? Cunt...?" Skye mumbles as it slowly starts to dawn on her that we're here. "Cock! Cock, cunt! Cunt cunt!"

As the woman's eyes dart back and forth between us, it's clear that she's hoping we've come to have sex with her. She tries to get closer to us, but mostly just ends up stumbling around the room. Still, she does manage to start closing the distance, even if only slightly.

"Alright, Skye. Let's calm down. We're not here to fuck you. We just want to see how you're holding up," I explain.

"Uh... Sir? You do know that we still have no idea is she can understand us, right?" Helen asks.

"Yeah, I know. Honestly, I mostly just do it for myself," I respond.

"Huh? Does my baby need me again?"

Our conversation is interrupted by another voice coming from the other side of the room. I look over to see a certain someone sit up from what I can only assume was a nap.

Yeah, so Skye's not the only person who stays in this room. Her mother Angela is also here. To be clear, Angela does have her own room, but she never uses, choosing instead to spend all of her time here with her daughter. You see, while Helen, Violet, and I all shook off Skye's influence without any issue after her mind broke, Angela was a bit too far gone to fully recover. After spending almost a week being trained by Skye, the MILF has become totally obsessed with her own child. Angela is completely in love (and in lust) with Skye and constantly feels the need to serve her. When we realized that, Helen suggested we keep Angela with us and have her help take care of Skye, an idea Angela agreed to without any question. She doesn't even seem all that bothered by the state her daughter is currently in, since it gives the two an excuse to spend all of their time together. Angela doesn't really care about anyone else, never participating in anything the harem does as a group. She'll occasionally spend time with Christina, but even then, it's clear who the favorite child is. Though Christina claims that the two were never that close anyway, so she's not too torn up about the lack of attention.

Being Skye's caretaker also makes Angela the primary person to deal with Skye's insane sexual appetite. Skye needs almost constant sex nowadays. Because of that, different people take turns making sure she's satisfied throughout the day. I pretty frequently fuck her since I'm the only source of cock in the house, but Violet, Helen, Amelia, and Michelle are no strangers to using her either (plus they all enjoy being a bit rough with her after everything she did to them). We also sometimes throw the masochist in and have the two mess around together. Every now and then, you'll get an extra surprising volunteer like Maria, Louisa (with the encouragement of Phoebe), and even Rose a few times. But despite all of that, 90% of the time, Angela is the one to deal with Skye's cravings. She gets the most enjoyment out of doing it, and she always seems to have endless energy when it comes to pleasing her "baby."

For awhile, I had considered using the remote on Angela, but ultimately, I decided against it. The risk just isn't worth it, especially considering that she came here without any hassle and has never caused any trouble. Besides, I wouldn't want to do anything that could potential lessen the amount of attention she gives Skye, since that means someone else would need to make up the difference.

"Oh, come here, sweetie. Let Mommy take care of you," Angela insist as she pulls Skye away from us.

Helen and I watch as Angela pushes the fabric covering Skye's pussy away. The older woman than begins to trace her fingers around the opening, before pushing a few fingers inside.

"C-cunt! Cuuuunt!" Skye moans as she gets fingerfucked.

"That's it. Let it all out for Momma..." Angela spurs on Skye.

Angela has become a master of pleasing the mindbroken slut. It's like she knows ever inch of Skye's body perfectly, which by now, is probably accurate. It doesn't take long before Skye cums all over Angela's hand. Once Angela is completely sure her daughter is finished, she retracts her hand and brings it up to her mouth, gingerly tasting the remaining essence. Seeing her mother lick the clear liquid off of her skin causes Skye to wiggle around a little.

"Does someone want a snack of there own? Okay. You can have as much as you want," Angela says.

The mother spreads her legs to reveal a giant tear in the crotch of her pantyhose, a feature that I can just about guarantee is present in every single pair she owns. As an additional fun fact: Angela's closet is entire filled with pantyhose, see-through or mesh tops, and revealing piece of lingerie. According to her, she would never deny her beautiful daughter a chance to see her slutty body (her words, not mine).

Anyway, as soon as Angela exposes her pussy, Skye's eye go wide and she dives in between the open pair of legs. She quickly begins lapping at Angela's folds, **** to get her own mouthful of girl cum.

"Perhaps it's in our best interest to go now, Sir," Helen suggests. "These two seem like their doing just fine, by their standards. If anything, I think they may prefer it if we weren't here."

Helen's probably right about that. While I'm sure Skye wouldn't complain about getting pounded from behind right now, Angela is clearly happy to have the girl all to herself. I nod to my assistant and the two of us decide to take the opportunity to slip out of the room. As we do, I take on last look at the scene unfolding before me. I still don't regret the decision I made that day. I mean, there's no way I could ever forgive Skye for what she did, let alone trust her enough to give her a second chance. But there is still something weird about seeing her turned into a mindless nymphomaniac. I don't know how I feel about it. Does is bother me? Does it turn me on? I'm not sure. However, when I see these two eagerly fuck each other without a care in the world, it does seem like this may have been the best outcome for everyone...

Alright. That's probably enough moral contemplation for one day. Let's get back to some more fun stuff.