She didn't respond immediately.
Her gaze drifted to the two animals on the floor. Then to father, still groaning in a heap. Then back to me.
Something shifted in her eyes.
Acceptance.
I smiled.
"Mother, where do these cute animals keep the whips?"
Her expression flickered. She knew exactly what I meant.
The same whips that had kissed her back countless nights. The same tools of torture that had painted her skin red for years. The same leather that had tasted her tears.
Without a word, she walked toward a cabinet near the wall.
Opened it.
Reached inside.
And pulled out two leather whips.
Long. Thick. Designed to leave marks that lasted for days.
She handed them to me.
I took it. Tested its weight in my hand. Felt the rough leather against my palm.
Then tossed the other to my mother.
"I'll handle these piggies and puppy."
I gestured toward father's crumpled form.
"You handle the big scum."
She looked at him. But didn't move. Still hesitating.
'Fine. I'll start the show.'
I turned to grandma. Still on all fours. Pig snout covering her face. Curly tail plug stuffed in her wrinkled ass.
I placed my boot on her rear. Right below the tail. Just touching the base of the plug so it wouldn't slip out.
Then I grabbed the tail.
And pulled.
"AGHHH!"
Pain shot through her insides as the plug twisted and tugged at her entrance.
I played with it for a moment. Rotating. Pushing. Pulling slightly.
Then I raised the tail higher. Exposing her completely.
CRACK.
The whip came down directly on her ass. Right around the area of her hole.
"AHHHHHHH!"
Her scream echoed through the hall.
From beside her, aunt's eyes went wide with horror. Knowing she was next.
I smiled down at grandma.
"Don't worry, piggy. I'll show my love to you soon."
My head turned toward aunt.
"But first, let me pet my puppy."
CRACK.
Without even looking, I unleashed the whip on aunt.
"KYAAAH!"
The leather tore through the air. Found its target. Ripped through whatever stood in its way.
Her dog outfit was ruined instantly. The whip left deep marks across her skin. Some strikes tore the fabric apart completely.
But I didn't stop.
CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.
More strikes. More screams.
From the corner of my eye, I saw grandma trying to rise. Attempting to stand.
My instincts kicked in.
I grabbed her tail to pull her back down.
But the plug came out.
SCHLOP.
She screamed from the sudden extraction. The pain of having it ripped from her insides.
Something snapped in me.
I started raining my anger on both of them now.
For everything they had done. Every crime. Every cruelty. Every smile they wore while my mother suffered.
My body wasn't in control anymore. My hands moved on their own. My mouth spoke whatever my heart demanded.
CRACK.
"This is for treating us like shit!"
The whip landed on aunt's back.
"PLEASE! PLEASE STOP!"
She cried out. Begging. Sobbing.
I didn't hear her. I wasn't in my senses anymore.
CRACK.
My hand moved to grandma. A brutal shot across her spine.
"This is for every tear you squeezed from my mother!"
She screamed. Wailed. Her old body convulsing with each strike.
CRACK.
"This is for enjoying her pain all these years!"
CRACK.
"For laughing while she cried!"
CRACK.
"For making us suffer!"
For every strike, a reason came.
And it didn't stop.
Not until my body finally gave me control back. Either my strength ran out, or some part of me realized I shouldn't let them die here.
Not yet.
I stood there. Breathing heavily. Whip dripping with sweat and traces of blood.
Looked down.
They lay motionless on the floor. Their breathing shallow. Barely alive.
I examined their flesh. Wherever my strikes had landed, the skin was destroyed. Dozens of cross patterns carved into their backs. Red marks where blood leaked freely. Purple bruises where the impact was heaviest.
They were totally destroyed.
And I had the widest grin on my face.
But I wasn't done.
I picked up the pig tail plug from where it had fallen. Walked to grandma's limp form.
And shoved it back into her ass.
She shook. Trembled. But didn't scream. Didn't resist. Didn't do anything.
Complete surrender.
They had all given up.
I stood there celebrating internally. Already calculating.
'Aunt equals 50 Gooning Points.'
'Grandma, the superior GILF, equals 75.'
'That's 125 points just lying here waiting to be claimed.'
My mind raced with possibilities. What I could buy. What I could upgrade. What—
'Stop.'
I cursed myself.
'Don't think about that now. Enjoy this moment first.'
I looked at them again. Wondering how to begin devouring these broken creatures.
But then a voice cut through my thoughts.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Cold. Sharp. Deadly.
I turned.
Mother.
She wasn't looking at me. Her eyes were fixed on something behind me.
Father.
He was crawling. Dragging his broken body toward the exit. Trying to escape while everyone was distracted.
'Pathetic.'
Mother walked toward him. Slowly. Each step echoing through the silent hall.
WHOOSH.
The whip in her hand snaked through the air. Wrapped around his throat.
She pulled.
"GKKH!"
He was yanked backward. Choking. Gasping. His hands clawing at the leather crushing his windpipe.
"H-Helena... please..."
His voice was ragged. Desperate.
"I'm your husband!"
She pulled tighter.
"I gave you everything you needed!"
She stopped.
For a moment, I thought she might hesitate. Might show mercy.
But when she spoke, her voice was ice.
"Everything I needed?"
No tears. No trembling. Just cold, pure hatred.
"You gave me bruises. You gave me scars. You gave me nightmares."
She yanked the whip harder.
"GAHK!"
"You gave me a life where death seemed like a gift."
She released the whip from his throat.
He gasped. Coughed. Thought it was over.
CRACK.
The whip came down on his back.
"AGHHH!"
"This is for everything you gave me!"
CRACK.
"For every time you ignored us!"
CRACK.
"For making our son witness what no child should ever see!"
CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.
No tears. No sobbing. Just methodical, calculated punishment.
This was the best day of my life.
I let mother continue her work.
Turned back to my pets.
Grandma was starting to rise. Somehow finding the strength to push herself onto her knees.
I walked toward her.
Her pig snout mask was so inviting. So perfectly positioned.
I pressed my crotch against it.
"Feel that smell, piggy."
She trembled.
"Say it. Oink oink."
Silence.
I pushed harder.
"I said. Oink. Oink."
"O-oink... oink..."
Her muffled voice came through the mask.
"Good girl. This is what you'll be fed from now on."
Looking down at her, I felt it happening.
Her loose, saggy breasts perfectly framed by the outfit. Her dusky pink nipples poking through the holes.
And beside her, aunt. Still lying like a broken dog. Her pussy completely visible through the cutout.
It all turned me on.
My beast awakened.
I pulled my cock out.
Grandma's eyes went to it through the holes in her mask. She stared. Then gulped.
Something completely foreign to her. Something she had never seen in her entire cursed existence.
A hard, throbbing cock.
I stroked it slowly.