It was Useless. Shadow Slave hooked her feet under Mom's armpits, forced her arms straight out to the sides, and pinned Mom's wrists under her knees. Then she sat back hard, grinding her own asshole against the back of Mom's neck just to add extra humiliation. With Mom completely trapped, Shadow Slave dug her fingers into those soft, jiggling ass cheeks and pried them apart until the skin stretched tight and white. The swollen, chili-red anus sat in the middle, shining with oil, clenching and unclenching in terror.
Shadow Slave grinned like a demon, lined up the thick frozen pop, and slammed it forward with all her strength.
It didn't go in. The end just smashed against the clenched ring, bruising the inflamed flesh even more. Mom screamed so loud her voice cracked.
Max started to stand up, heart pounding, but Vivi caught his wrist and shook her head once, hard. She wanted this. She wanted Shadow Slave to break every last piece of Mom's old power, to make sure everyone in the room saw that the former queen was nothing now.
Shadow Slave snarled, slid the ice pop up and down the sweaty crack, letting Mom's burning skin melt the tip into a sharp point. Cold pink juice ran in little rivers down Mom's taint and mixed with the red chili oil, making shiny pink-red streaks on her thighs.
Then, PLOOP! Shadow Slave aimed perfectly and shoved again. This time the pointed end popped past the ring and half the fat popsicle disappeared inside Mom's rectum with a loud, wet squelch. Mom's back arched so high her stomach lifted off the floor, a strangled animal howl tearing from her throat.
Shadow Slave only left a couple of centimeters sticking out like a ridiculous frozen tail. She grabbed the wooden stick and started fucking Mom's asshole with long, cruel strokes: pull almost all the way out until the ring gaped open and cold air rushed in, then slam it back in until Mom's eyes bulged and she screamed into the floor. Cold melted strawberry water poured down the inside of Mom's thighs, over her swollen pussy lips, and trickled straight into her still-spasming pussy.
"Please, Sister Shadow, please! I'm sorry for everything I ever did! Just push it all the way in! I'll lick your ass every single day, I swear, just stop teasing me, please, please!" Mom completely broke, voice cracking into high-pitched sobs.
Shadow Slave threw her head back and laughed, loud and mean. "Hear that, everyone? The great Linda begging me like the cheapest street whore. I could listen to this forever."
She gave a few more slow, twisting thrusts, turning the stick so the cold dug even deeper into the burning walls, then, she slammed the entire ice pop inside until only the wooden stick poked out like a dog's little tail. She pinched the puffy, swollen rim of Mom's anus between two fingers, stretched it wide open so everyone could see the pink inside and ripped the stick out in one brutal pull.
The empty asshole snapped shut instantly, sealing the melted ice water and chili fire together deep inside.
Shadow Slave flipped Mom over onto her back like a rag doll, climbed up, turned around, and planted her sweaty, unwashed asshole directly over Mom's mouth. Mom's face was streaked with tears and shame, but she stuck out her tongue and started licking obediently.
"Ding-dong… ding-dong…" door bell rang.
Seeing Shadow Slave planted firmly on Mom's face, her plump, sweaty ass cheeks completely smothering Mom's mouth and nose while Mom's defeated tongue kept lapping obediently at the dirty hole, and Vivi lounging on the sofa watching the whole spectacle with that lazy, victorious smile, I finally let out a long, tired sigh. My cock was still half-hard and slick from Mom's throat, so I tucked it away, zipped up my pants, wiped my hands on my shirt, and dragged myself to the front door.
I opened it.
There stood Nancy, my childhood sweetheart and next-door neighbor, looking like a walking honeymoon postcard: golden-brown tan, long black hair still smelling of sea salt, wearing the tiniest baby-pink crop top that left her flat belly and underboob on full display, and a white denim micro-skirt so short it barely covered the curve of her ass. In her perfectly manicured hand swung a glittering pink leather leash.
Crawling on all fours behind her, drooling and whimpering, was Aunt Bella, once the proud legal wife, now nothing but Nancy's personal pet. Her mouth was stuffed with a fat, soaked ball of Nancy's week-old black stockings, the stocking toes still poking out between her lips. Drool poured down her chin in thick strings, dripping onto her massive hanging tits that swayed heavily with every crawl.
A thick, glossy black ponytail butt-plug swished between her crimson ass cheeks, and the loud, shameless BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ coming from her crotch told the whole room that Nancy had crammed at least five or six big vibrating eggs deep inside her own mother and turned them to the highest setting. Aunt Bella's thighs were already trembling uncontrollably; she was clearly on the edge of yet another forced, humiliating orgasm.
"Brother Max!!!" Nancy squealed, launching herself at me and wrapping her arms around my neck, pressing her whole warm body against mine. "I rushed back the second I heard you finally have a real family bitch! I had to come see Aunt Linda's downfall with my own eyes and beg Sister Vivi for some pro training tips, pretty please!" She gave the leash a sharp, playful tug. Aunt Bella let out a muffled, desperate moan and crawled faster, knees scraping loudly on the floor.
Vivi sauntered over, hips swaying like a queen inspecting new territory. "Well, well, who is this gorgeous little girl at my door?"
Nancy flashed the sweetest, most triumphant smile I'd ever seen. "Hi, Sister Vivi! I'm Nancy, your next-door neighbor. The whole internet is calling you the legend who destroyed Aunt Linda, I'm literally your biggest fan!"