Mother finished her assault.
She stood there. Chest heaving. Tears streaming down her face. Sobbing quietly.
I looked around the room.
Aunt lisa was on the floor. Tears of pain rolling down her cheeks. Her throat still bruised from the Primordial Hands.
Grandma had tears too. Maybe from losing her authority. Maybe from the taste of my boot still lingering on her tongue. Probably both.
And father.
His face was buried against the floor. Hidden. Consud by sha.
They were already broken.
But they needed to understand sothing.
This wasn’t the end. This was the beginning. Their punishnt would continue until they were dead. Every single day. Every single hour.
Sure, they could trim their suffering by killing themselves. But they were too cowardly for that. Too pathetic. Too desperate to cling to whatever miserable existence remained.
’Perfect.’
I moved toward my mother.
Wrapped my arms around her. Pulled her close until her face was buried in my chest.
I patted her head gently. Stroked her hair.
"It’s alright, mom."
My voice was soft.
"You fought bravely. Every single mont. You hid this pain your entire life."
I tightened my embrace.
"You were strong for so long. You don’t have to be anymore."
I felt her body tremble against mine.
"Let it all out. This is the end we both wanted."
Sothing warm ford in my eyes.
Tears.
. The emotionless bastard. The degenerate gooner who cared about nothing but his next session.
I had changed since coming to this world.
And the reason was right here. Wrapped in my arms.
But the tears vanished the mont I looked at father.
Replaced by a cold, dangerous gaze.
I showed him exactly what would follow. What awaited him for every cri he committed against her.
He flinched.
’Good. Be afraid.’
Ti passed.
When mother finally finished releasing everything, I gently held her face. Cupped her cheeks with both hands.
"This isn’t over yet, mother."
She looked at with red, swollen eyes.
"These three will pay for the rest of their miserable lives."
My thumbs wiped away her remaining tears.
"And I need you to step up. Throw away that motherly kindness. Throw away that gentle heart."
My expression hardened.
"Switch to what these demons truly deserve."
A plan ford in my mind.
A grin spread across my face.
"Mother, give a minute. I’ll be right back."
I rushed out of the room.
Once I was outside, away from prying eyes, I opened my system interface. Scrolled to inventory.
’Humiliation Suit: Bitch.’
’Humiliation Suit: Sow.’
I selected both.
FWOOSH.
The outfits materialized in my hands.
But there was more than I expected. Way more.
CLATTER.
Accessories spilled everywhere. Falling to the ground in a pile.
’Shit.’
I gathered everything. Collars. Leashes. Headbands. Mittens. And the tail plugs.
Dog tail. Pig tail. Both designed to be inserted.
My heart raced just looking at them.
’This is going to be fun.’
I stepped back toward the room. I didn’t want them knowing about my inventory. About the system. So I had hidden myself before summoning these items.
The door swung open.
Every head turned toward .
In my arms was a small mountain of leather, fabric, and accessories.
I walked to the dining table. The sa spot where I had fed grandma my boot.
Separated the outfits. Laid them flat.
Then I picked up the pig outfit.
Walked to grandma.
Dropped it in front of her.
"For you."
Then I grabbed the dog outfit.
Walked to Aunt lisa.
The real bitch of this household.
"And this matches you perfectly."
I dropped it at her feet.
They stared at the outfits. Knowing what was coming. Their faces twisted with horror and humiliation.
"Hurry up."
My voice was cold.
"Before more wicked ideas co to my mind."
Aunt lisa was the first to move. Her trembling hands reached for the outfit.
She lifted it.
Her eyes went wide.
The dog outfit was one thing. But this design was far more evil than simple humiliation.
Strategic cutouts. Not just at the nipples. But at the asshole. And the pussy. Everything exposed. Everything accessible.
She looked horrified.
Grandma didn’t even touch hers. Just stared at aunt with the sa terror.
I was getting pissed.
They were taking too long. And my dick was getting impatient.
"Mom."
I turned to her.
"They’re not obeying. Could you please give them a command? So they rember exactly what power we hold now."
She nodded.
A small grin of revenge ford on her lips.
She opened her mouth to speak.
But before she could—
"WAIT!"
Aunt lisa’s voice cracked.
"I... I will do it."
Sha. Anger. Complete defeat.
All written across her face.
She stood on shaky legs. Reached for the straps of her gown. Slid them off her shoulders.
WHOOSH.
The fabric slipped down. Pooled at her feet.
She reached for the outfit. Tried to find the entrance.
"Aunty."
She froze.
My voice was mocking.
"What are you doing? If you wear it like that, the outfit won’t serve its purpose."
I clicked my tongue.
"How will the tailor feel? Knowing his art was mistreated? Knowing his perfect cuts were ignored?"
My tone shifted. Beca hard. Commanding.
"Don’t test my patience."
She flinched.
"Remove those panties. And that bra."
Her hands trembled. She glanced at father. As if hoping he still had so authority. So power to stop this.
But he was broken. Face still buried in the floor.
No help would co.
She surrendered.
SNAP.
Her bra unclasped. Fell to the ground.
Then, slowly, she hooked her thumbs into her panties. Slid them down her legs. Stepped out of them.
Naked.
Exposed.
Defeated.
She picked up the outfit and put it on.
When she was done, I took a mont to admire my work.
A cute doggie. Standing on two legs.
Her bulging pussy perfectly frad by the cutout. Those light pink nipples poking through the holes. Begging to be pinched.
’Later.’
"You missed sothing."
I pointed at the ground.
She looked down. The accessories were still scattered there.
GULP.
She bent down. Started putting them on one by one.
Leather collar with leash attached.
CLICK.
Floppy dog ear headband.
SNAP.
Paw-shaped mittens over her hands.
And finally.
The insertable tail plug.
She stared at it. Her face went pale.
Then, with shaking hands, she reached behind herself.
Positioned it.
And pushed.
"Nnngh...!"
Pain flashed across her face.
But for ?
I was shocked.
’These people know what that plug is for?’
’Interesting.’
I turned to my side.
Grandma was still standing there. Frozen. Hoping to be forgotten.
"ROTTEN OLD HAG!"
She jumped.
"Should I send you a formal invitation?!"
She panicked.
Imdiately started stripping. Hands fumbling with her clothes. Desperation overtaking dignity.
Minutes passed.
Both of them were dressed now.
Standing before .
Aunt lisa in the dog outfit. Collar around her neck. Ears on her head. Mittens on her hands. Tail plug stuffed in her ass.
Grandma in the pig set. Snout mask covering her face. Pig ears on her head. Curly tail plug inserted.
’Beautiful.’
I grabbed grandma by the arm. Dragged her toward aunt.
THUD.
Forced her down onto all fours.
Then did the sa to aunt.
THUD.
Two animals. Side by side. On their hands and knees.
I picked up aunt’s leash.
Placed my boot on grandma’s exposed ass.
Pressed down.
Then turned to my mother.
She was watching. A complex expression on her face. Satisfaction. Confusion. A hint of dark pleasure she was still learning to accept.
I grinned.
"Mother."
She t my eyes.
"Should we begin their new lifestyles?"
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