Nurse Joy stayed exactly where she was, tied tightly in place.
Her ruined ass and pussy leaked steadily without any pause at all. Thick, warm rivers of fresh white fluid poured slowly out of both stretched holes, running in heavy, sticky streams down her trembling legs and dripping onto the cold floor beneath her.
The white liquid mixed together into one big mess and formed a growing, shiny puddle that kept spreading wider and wider with every passing second, making the whole area smell strongly of sex and shame.
Officer Jenny and Jessie weren't in any better shape either.
Their thighs were completely shiny and slick, totally coated with their own clear fluid from the many forced orgasms the buzzing toys had ripped out of them again and again without mercy.
The vibrators were still attached to them, humming loudly and mercilessly without
any sign of stopping or slowing down.
Every few seconds another strong shiver ran through their bound bodies as a new wave of unwanted pleasure hit them hard.
For one brief, hopeful second the two women thought the exact same thing at the exact same moment: He's actually unconscious… they don't know why, but he's out… maybe now they can finally escape…
But nothing changed at all. The ropes stayed just as tight as before, biting deep into their soft skin and holding them completely still.
The toys kept buzzing at full power, driving them slowly crazy with constant pleasure they didn't want.
They were still completely trapped, still tied tightly together with Nurse Joy, unable to move even an inch no matter how hard they tried.
The room fell almost completely quiet except for the low, steady hum of the vibrators and the soft, broken breathing of the three bound women.
Nurse Joy was different from the other two. She had passed out completely from everything that happened, her body finally giving up from exhaustion and pain and too many forced orgasms.
Her head hung limp, eyes closed, totally unconscious, but fresh tears still leaked slowly from the corners of her eyes, sliding down her flushed cheeks even while she slept.
Half an hour later, after endless buzzing and leaking and helpless waiting that felt like an eternity, the two awake women clung to the same desperate, flickering thoughts.
This can't last much longer… someone has to come eventually… please, someone walk through that door and see us… someone has to notice we're missing and come looking… just a little more time and help will arrive… please, let someone appear soon and save us…
Every second felt like an hour, their bodies trembling from the constant vibration, their minds repeating the same fragile hope over and over.
Then, at last, the door at the far end of the room creaked open slowly.
Someone was coming...
Two women walked in together, Delia and Daisy Oak, both wearing soft, warm smiles on their pretty faces like this was the most normal thing in the world.
Officer Jenny and Jessie looked up at them with wide, desperate eyes.
"Mmm!! Mmm!!" they screamed into their gags, struggling hard against the ropes, twisting and pulling with everything they had left, begging with their eyes for help, for rescue, for anything.
Delia looked calmly at the three bound, naked, dripping women tied together, then down at her sleeping son Ash lying peacefully on the floor.
"Oh, Ash… my poor sweet boy, you must have worked hard today," she said gently, walking over and kneeling down beside him.
She brushed his sweaty hair away from his forehead with soft, loving fingers, like any mother would do for her tired child.
Daisy knelt beside Ash's sleeping body, gently brushing his sweaty bangs away from his forehead. She let out a soft, disappointed sigh, her lips forming a small, sulky pout.
"Hmm… did Ash use up all his stamina?"
She glanced down at his soft, sleeping cock and gave another long, dramatic sigh, shoulders slumping.
"I was really hoping for at least one more round before bed… we worked so hard today, you know? I wanted my reward…"
"Well… I guess I will get my reward tomorrow, then."
Delia stood up slowly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, and turned to Officer Jenny and Jessie gently.
"Looks like the rest of the work will be done tomorrow," she said in a warm, casual tone, as if she were simply talking about housework.
"Yes, Mother-in-law," Daisy answered softly.
The two women bent down together, slipped their arms under Ash's body, and carefully lifted him off the floor. They carried him a few steps to the big bed, laid him down in the center, and tucked a light blanket over his naked form.
Delia walked over to the two awake, bound women, her voice calm and kind.
"Ash probably hasn't had time to explain much to you yet, has he? Don't worry, everything will make sense soon, once you fully become his slaves too."
She glanced at the ropes and the slave mark on Nurse Joy's skin, nodding to herself.
"Ah… I see he already managed to finish with the pink-haired one."
She studied the complicated knot of ropes binding all three women together and gave a small, apologetic smile.
"I'm afraid I can't untie you tonight. These ropes are all connected; loosening one part would ruin the whole structure and might free others. You'll have to stay like this until morning."
She continued in the same gentle tone, looking at others.
"I suppose I should introduce myself properly. I'm Delia Ketchum, Ash's mother, and I was the very first woman he ever made his slave."
Officer Jenny and Jessie stared at her in complete, frozen horror, their minds spinning with confusion and disbelief.
His own mother…? And she's… proud of it? She's happy about this? She's helping him? What kind of insane woman is she…?
Delia's warm smile faded into something softer, almost nostalgic, placing one hand on her stomach.
"At the beginning I didn't understand it either. I fought, I cried, I hated what he was doing to me… but with time, you'll see. You'll feel it too. The love, the safety, the happiness of belonging completely to him. It becomes… everything."
Both Jenny and Jessie felt like they were listening to a madwoman. Their stomachs twisted with fear and disgust, yet they were too exhausted and tightly bound to even scream properly through their gags.
Delia gave them one last gentle, knowing smile.
"Sleep well, both of you. Tomorrow will be a big day for both of you."