Chapter 97: Chapter 97 – The Metamorphosis

Gwenneth, even as her body was filled with various toys and wracked with forced pleasure, still tried to fight back. Hearing my plan to toy with her mother, she struggled to warn Delilah.

“Mom… don’t… don’t believe… him!” she cried out between moans, her body squirming uncontrollably from the vibrations inside her pussy. “He’s… he’s a fucking liar! He will never… ever… let us go!”

I let out an exasperated sigh. I picked up a black ball gag with a leather strap. I forced the ball into Gwenneth’s still-protesting mouth and tightened the strap behind her head until she could only manage muffled grunts and groans.

“Enough. Quiet now,” I snapped. “Your time for talking is over.”

Delilah, watching this, wailed, “Adam, please, don’t hurt her anymore!”

But I wasn’t finished. From my inventory, I retrieved [The Edge of Bliss]—an black choker with a small padlock-shaped pendant. Then, I fastened it around Gwenneth’s neck.

Now, Gwenneth’s appearance was perfect in my eyes: bound in a humiliating shibari pose, her mouth gagged, her neck collared with a control choker, various toys embedded in her body.

A living work of art.

I then turned to Angeline. She was just sitting in the corner with flushed cheeks, her eyes sparkling as she watched everything without a hint of concern. After days of brainwashing, convinced this was all “for the family’s good” and to make them “closer,” she had fully accepted this reality.

Then my gaze shifted to Delilah. “Relax, Mom,” I said in a deceptively soothing voice. “I won’t lay a hand on your daughters, provided you can satisfy me with your performance.”

Delilah bit her lip, deep conflict radiating from her face. “I… I’ll do it. But how can I trust your promise?”

I leaned closer, my voice dropping to a low threat. “You can’t. You can only hope. But the choice is simple: do as I ask, or…”

I picked up a large, flesh-colored dildo from the floor and pointed it at the bound Gwenneth. “…I’ll break them both right now. Starting with this arrogant eldest daughter of yours.”

Seeing the threat, Delilah panicked instantly. “No! Don’t! I… I’ll do it! I’ll do anything! Just… please don’t hurt them! I’m begging you, Adam. Please! I’ll do it if you just promise not to touch them.”

I smiled, knowing she was trapped. “Fine. I promise… if you can truly satisfy me using only your own body, and make me forget about them even for a moment, then I will not touch Gwen or Angel again.”

It was an obvious lie. But Delilah, filled with desperation and the need to save her children, chose to believe it.

Then, I tossed the large dildo towards Angeline. “Here, Angel. You can use this. Watch me and your mother, and imagine it’s me.”

Angeline caught the dildo, her face beaming. She immediately began rubbing the tip against her clitoris, her eyes glued to us, ready to enjoy the show about to begin.

“Begin,” I commanded flatly, staring down at the kneeling Delilah. “Show me you can be my most lewd, most shameless housewife. Change your speech, your attitude, even your facial expressions. I want to see a whore, not the Star Witch.”

Delilah took a deep breath, her face still wet with tears. She looked at the bound Gwenneth and the engrossed Angeline playing with the dildo, before finally closing her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, something had changed—a profound despair had forced her to surrender.

“D-Adam… Darling,” she uttered, her voice hoarse at first, trying to find a seductive tone. “Mommy… Mommy will be the sluttiest woman for you. Look at me, Son.”

Her hands trembled as she began groping her own body, pinching her erect nipples. “This body… is only for you…”

“Not enough,” I said. “Your expression. That’s what matters most. You look like you’re being tortured, not enjoying this. I want to see passion. Look at Angel—she doesn’t need to be told to look turned on.”

Delilah glanced over at Angeline, who was happily sliding the dildo against her own pussy, her face innocent and full of pleasure. A deeper shame washed over Delilah. She was their mother, she was supposed to protect them, not…

But she had no choice.

“Adam… Son,” she said again, this time with a bit more confidence, though it still sounded forced. She licked her lips, trying to look sexy. “Mommy… Mom wants to feel your big cock again. I want you to… to wreck me like last night. Make Mommy… m-make Mommy your lust slave.”

She was squeezing her own breasts now, twisting her nipples. “Look… Mommy’s breasts… are so hard for you. Mommy’s pussy… is so wet… just thinking about your big cock inside.”

I wasn’t even using the [Slave’s Collar] to command her. She was truly doing all this of her own will. The mighty Star Witch had truly fallen this far. It was magnificent.

Then an idea came to me.

“Perhaps you need some help.” My hand suddenly grabbed her groin, my fingers slipping between the folds of her pussy, already damp from a mix of shame and stress.

Delilah gasped, her body tensing. “A-Adam…!”

“Relax, Mom,” I whispered as two of my fingers began playing with her swollen labia. “Let me help you feel it.”

I flipped her over until she was face down on the carpet. Her position now placed her directly in front of the bound Gwenneth, forcing her eldest daughter to witness every detail of this humiliation. Angeline in the corner grew more excited, pressing the dildo she held against her own pussy while her eyes remained unblinking.

I opened my pants and aimed my thick, hard cock into her vaginal opening from behind.

“Feel it. Don’t hold back,” I hissed in her ear as I began pushing in slowly.

A pained groan escaped Delilah’s lips as my penis forced its way into her hole. But I kept pushing while activating [Lustful Touch], slow and steady, until my entire shaft was inside. She moaned, her hands clutching the carpet.

[Angeline’s Sexual Arousal increased to 67 (+1)]

[Delilah’s Sexual Arousal increased to 46 (+1)]

[Your Dominance over Delilah Increases to 74%.]

[… ]

I ignored the notification. My focus was now on the warming body beneath me.

“Now, Mom,” I said, starting to move my hips in a steady rhythm. “Try again. Say something dirty for me. Tell me how good it feels.”

Delilah panted, her face buried in the carpet. Her voice was ragged as she tried to obey. “A-Adam… your dick… is so big… aaah… filling me up so well…”

“Better,” I praised, speeding up my movements. My thrusts were deeper, more impactful now. I could feel the walls of her cunt responding to me, growing wetter, more accepting.

“Delilah, don’t hold back the pleasure,” I commanded again, my hand grabbing her hair and pulling her head back. “Just let it go. Your daughters have already seen the worst of you. What else is left to hide?”

“Ahh~ Adam! Yes… just like that!” she moaned, “Fuck your mommy deeper! Harder!”

[Your Dominance over Delilah Increases to 77%.]

I smiled, pleased with the progress. “See, you can be a good slut.”

I slammed into her harder, making her scream. “Yes! Adam! I… I feel… shattered… please… !”

Her expression began to change. The furrow in her brow slowly faded, replaced by a despair that was morphing into a dark surrender. Her pursed lips began to part, releasing longer, deeper moans.

I pulled her up until she was sitting in my lap, my cock still buried deep inside her. From this position, she had a direct view of the bound Gwenneth, whose eyes were filled with horror watching her mother’s destruction.

“Look at your daughter, Mom,” I whispered, starting to move my hips again, thrusting even deeper from this angle. “Look how she watches her mother become a whore.”

Delilah stared at Gwenneth, and tears streamed down her face. But strangely, her pussy clenched even tighter around my cock. The guilt seemed to be metamorphosing into something else—a twisted need to be punished, to be destroyed even further.

“Forgive me, Gwen… I… I can’t fight it…” she sobbed, but her body moved in rhythm with my thrusts.

“Forget her,” I ordered, turning her face to kiss me.

At first stiff, but once our lips met, something triggered. Delilah, driven by waves of impossible-to-resist pleasure and total despair, began responding to my kiss. Her tongue, initially passive, began dancing with mine, her moans muffled in our deep, lustful kiss.

The world seemed to vanish for her. The guilt of betraying Gwenneth, failing to protect her daughters, the humiliation of being raped by her stepson in front of them, her shattered pride as the Star Witch—it all melted together into a blaze of pleasure she could no longer resist.

She had tried to fight, but her own power, both physical and mental, meant nothing before me. And in that despair, the only escape was complete surrender.

But suddenly, her eyes flew wide open as she looked directly at the bound Gwenneth, who was staring back with eyes full of disappointment and despair. For a moment, a flash of awareness and guilt crossed Delilah’s face.

“No… Gwen… forgive me…” she whispered, tears starting to flow again.

But I gave her no chance to retreat. I slammed into her harder, hitting her most sensitive G-spot directly.

[Angeline’s Sexual Arousal increased to 76 (+1)]

[Gwenneth’s Sexual Arousal increased to 65 (+1)]

[Delilah’s Sexual Arousal increased to 83 (+1)]

[Your Dominance over Delilah Increases to 90%.]

[… ]

I ignored the notification. My focus was on her transformation.

“Louder,” I growled in her ear. “Tell Gwen how good this feels.”

“Gwen…!” Delilah screamed, now seemingly forgetting everything, swept away by the current of pleasure. “Look… look at your mommy… Ahh! How… how good it is! Adam… harder! Wreck me! Make me… a vile woman!”

The change in Delilah became more evident. The expression of guilt and shame on her face was now replaced by uncontrollable wrinkles of ecstasy. Her golden eyes were glazed over from lust. Her red lips were parted, releasing increasingly wanton moans and gasps.

“Yes~! Yes~! Like that! Adam! Oh, God…!” she screamed. “Mommy… Mommy will be anything for you! I’ll swallow your cum! Anything! Just… don’t stop! Keep destroying me!”

“Tell me who you are!” I demanded, the rhythm of my hips growing faster and more brutal.

“I… I am… your whore! Your slutty mommy! The most… the most vile woman!” she screamed, her body beginning to tremble, signaling an approaching climax. “I’m yours! Ah~! My whole body… my soul… belongs to you, Adam!”

This was the ultimate ruin. A total surrender where the only reality left was the pleasure I gave her and the craving for more.

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