There's a light shining in your eyes.

You come to after who knows how long. Your hypnotic slumber was peaceful and dreamless. As you wake you see a light being shined in your eyes from a small flashlight and a woman is holding first one eye and then the other open to check your pupils. As her face comes into focus you realize it's Nurse Maria, the woman from your stay at the hospital. She is wearing a light, dark-colored hoodie over the same lavender scrubs you saw her wearing the first time you met. You're startled the rest of the way awake by a loud crack, as from a whip, followed by a gut wrenching scream. It's Tiffany's voice you hear, her cries of pain and anguish echo around the concrete of the room. You try to turn to find the source of the sound but you are strapped down once again to a chair. As you struggle against your binds you also realize your mouth is taped and you begin to give a series of muffled cries as you try desperately for a moment to break free. Maria grabs your face with both hands and pulls your gaze to hers.

"Woah there cutiepie. Calm down, calm down. Breathe." You take several deep breaths through your unobstructed nose as you look into her deep brown eyes. You flinch when you hear another crack followed by a different scream, this time from Morgan.

"Fuck!" She screams, clearly in immense pain. Your eyes go wide and you begin to struggle once more. Maria glares at you before delivering a sharp slap across your face.

"Calm down!" She says, her voice taking on a serious edge. You comply out of fear of further ****, trying your best to take deep, controlled breaths. You close your eyes and begin to sob as yet another crack echos around the room followed by another blood-curdling scream once again from Tiffany. The cracks of what you guess is some kind of whip continue as some unseen hand delivers blow after abusive blow and the anguished cries of Morgan and Tiffany grow louder and more **** with each.

"Please Master! Have mercy on this stupid worthless cunt!" You hear Morgan cry out between blows, begging for reprieve.

"This idiot bitch is so sorry too Sir! Please!" Tiffany's own begging is cut short by another crack, followed by yet another scream.

"Enough!" You hear Chris's stern voice as the distressed voices of Morgan and Tiffany continue to mewl and sob from their apparent torment. You see nurse Maria look to someone standing behind you.

"He's awake, trigger doesn't seem to have affected him too much." You presume she is talking to Chris.

"Turn him around." You hear his voice bark the command at Maria who quickly complies, spinning the swivel chair you are strapped down to. The scene that is revealed to you as you come around sends a chill to your bones. Across the bare, nondescript room with walls of gray concrete your eyes immediately focus on Morgan and Tiffany. Morgan is bound in some kind of stock, she's bent almost in half with her head pointed toward the floor beneath her. On either side of her head you see her feet also pulled through and secured to a thick board of what you think is wood. Her arms are pulled behind her in what must be an agonizing position with a rope securing them to a hook in the far wall. She is upside down with all her weight clearly distributed on her unnaturally wrenched shoulders. Tiffany is fairing no better, she is secured, also upside down, to some kind of large wooden X frame set up next to Morgan, hanging by her ankles. They are both crying and sobbing and their bodies are covered in bright red welts, some of them trickling little streams of blood down their skin. You see Tiffany has also been branded and pierced in a similar manner to Morgan, the words '**** Slut' emblazoned across her stomach in bold black script.

Your eyes next find the source of these injuries, a long, wicked looking whip with small beads on the end of each of nine leather strands. Your eyes go even wider when you see the figure holding the whip, at the ready to resume the cruel beating of Morgan and Tiffany. It's your mother, breathing heavily from the exertion, dressed in a sexy matching set of red and black lingerie with glossy red heels, her hair up in her usual tight pencil bun. Her goddesslike breasts heave up and down with each ragged breath. Against the wall to your left you see Chris, a look of abject fury in his eyes, sitting on a black leather sofa. He's shirtless, his left shoulder wrapped in a large bandage and his arm is in a sling. Next to him you see a small metal table with a metal bowl and various medical implements. Nurse Maria must've patched him up. You see a robe discarded against the wall and you presume your mother was changing into her sexy outfit for Chris before your episode in the kitchen. They must have taken you directly here with no time to change.

"Quinn, quinn, quinn, little sissy quinn, what am I going to fuckin' do with you?" He stands, wincing as he speaks. Your mother turns and regards you with a look of disdain as she goes to help him to his feet. "Thank you dear." He says as he places a hand on her shoulder to steady himself. As he crosses the room to stand over you, you begin to mewl and sob along with the two captive women. He kneels down, roughly grabbing your face with his free hand, forcing you to look into his furious eyes. After a harrowing moment under his imperious gaze he rears back and delivers a stinging slap against the side of your face. You give a muffled cry as Chris groans and stands as he clutches his injured shoulder. Your mother quickly goes to him with a look of concern.

"No babe! Please don't tear your stitches." She turns to you, her once motherly face twisted into a devilish combination of sadistic glee and parental anger. "Let me." She says as she rears back with her open hand and delivers another painful swipe across your face. Her own muscles ripple as she moves her fit body and a light sheen of sweat gives her a glow in the fluorescent lights over head. She looks to Chris who nods in ascent as she continues to slap your face, making you groan and cry through the tape securing your mouth.

"That's enough." Chris says, commanding your mother to cease. She stands over you at the ready to resume her ****. Her eyes, which had always been a source of comfort and joy to you before, strike fear deep into your heart as they regard you with a cold, somewhat amused gaze. The warm, caring mother you once knew is gone completely and now you know it deep down, she's never coming back. "It appears we've had a little bit of a hiccough, a slight snag in my little game. Someone who is not supposed to be capable of **** against me or my property drove a knife into my fuckin shoulder." Chris is pacing, agitated. You hear Morgan's voice.

"This stupid cunt is so sorry Master! She must've somehow underestimated the depth of the trauma. PLEASE!" Morgan's voice grows frantic as Chris nods to your mother who takes a few bounding steps across the room before raising the whip above her head and bringing it down with all her might directly on Morgan's exposed groin. She lets out another anguished howl which chills your blood once more as your mother lands blow after blow on her swelling sex. Finally Chris raises a hand and your mother retreats.

"Did I say you could fuckin' speak Fuckmeat?" Through **** tears you hear Morgan's answer.

"N-no Sir." Chris walks over to her, kneeling down and grabbing her hair with his free hand, cruelly twisting her neck to make her look him in the eye.

"You continue to exist at my fuckin whim." He shoves her head away as he stands with another wince. "If fuckups like this continue I will leave you both in the same fucking hole I left this Rapeslut's fuckin fiance. Is that crystal fucking clear?" Tiffany speaks for both of them as Morgan recovers.

"Your worthless whores are so sorry Master. We won't let anyone hurt you ever again." Chris gives an unnerving chuckle in response.

"'Worthless' is right, so fuckin hard to find good help these days." Your mother laughs and you see her turn slightly to glance at you.

"Tell me about it." She says, her voice dripping with malice. Chris laughs as he walks to her and wraps her in his one good arm. Their lips meet in a passionate kiss.

"God I knew it'd be hot to make his mommy my sadistic little queen but I never knew how much I'd love the woman you became."

"I love you so much darling. Thank you for showing me who I really am. I'm so sorry my stupid sissy son did this to you." They kiss again, ignoring, or more accurately enjoying, the mewling sobs coming from their captives as they share an intimate moment together. You're too afraid to feel anything but terror at their casual display of affection under the circumstances. Finally they break their kiss and turn to you.

"Now then." Chris walks over to you and leans down to stroke your cheek which makes you want to vomit. "What're we going to do about this rebellious little guy?" Your mother sneers at you as she follows her man to your side.

"Maybe we should cut his little balls off. That'll calm him down. We can use the same knife." She smiles wickedly as Chris chuckles at her suggestion.

"Very medieval I like it. You have such good ideas dear, not gonna lie."

"Aww thank you babe." She says as he plants another light kiss upon her lips.

"This fuckslut is quite familiar with the procedure." You hear Maria's voice from behind you and you begin to panic and shake with terror as they casually discuss the prospect of your mutilation.

"No, not tonight I think." Chris kneels down, grabbing your chin with his hand as he regards you with a searching gaze. You're almost hyperventilating as you try desperately to struggle away from him. "Blank him and run him through another passivity treatment. That idiot cunt can go back to work on him as planned on Monday."

"Of course Sir." Maria stands and you see her walk past you to the small metal table next to the couch.

"I've half a mind to cancel our little shopping trip tomorrow young man." Your mother says in a mocking parental tone. Chris laughs out loud before wincing and clutching his shoulder once more. Your mother's face turns to one of concern again as she puts her hand on his other shoulder, stroking his skin lovingly. "Oh baby, please go sit back down, don't strain yourself."

"I'm fine." He retorts quickly. "Take him along with that sexy little redhead friend of his. Everything is still on."

"Please baby, can't we just mindfuck him tonight and be done with it?" She takes his face in her hands and gives him another passionate kiss. "I don't want anymore accidents, I love you too much. I can't lose you. Not after everything you've done for me." He smiles as he returns her affections.

"No. Despite tonight's little snag, I am simply having too much fun with him. All confused and conflicted, it's fuckin delightful." Maria returns from the table as he speaks, carrying a large syringe filled with a familiar whitish liquid. Your mother and Chris continue to share another passionate kiss as she injects the the liquid into your calf. You wince in pain as you try to struggle against your binds once more before the darkness takes you. The last thing you hear is Chris's voice. "Cut them down. I don't want them so ragged they can't walk on Monday."