Freya had heard about her daughter starting some weird sex cult in the basement and knew she had to deal with it before it got out of hand. She returned home and pushed open the doors to the basement, marching in. "What in the world do you think you are doing young lady..." but she wasn't prepared for the sight in front of her.
The basement had been converted into some dark altar, with several concentric platforms of metal girders of increasing height. Smoke machines and strobe lights had been set up, and trash had been littered around the floor, giving it the appearance of a foul pit.
Gersemi had been standing on the closest level of the dias, but the lighting was still not good enough to make out the shape. Until she turned and Freya could see her daughter's face. She'd abandoned her nun's look for a skirt and corset that left her midriff bare, no longer any lace, all leather and spikes over her body. She'd kept the makeup, though the white cross was now inverted, the bar across her belly, and splashes of white milk streaked across her body. Her hair was matted with cum, and she had fitted a pair of demonic looking wings from some kind of costume. From under her skirt protruded a massive two foot long leather strap on.
She posed dramatically and then shouted. "Grab her!" From either side of the doorway, Freya's former servants stepped out from the darkness and grabbed her by the arms. She fought, but couldn't break free: she was strong, but her body had been built for being light and durable, and so was easily picked up and dragged before her daughter.
The servants no longer looked like men, but were in fetish outfits much like her daughter; but without the prosthetic cock and demon wings. Their corsets were made of brightly colored vinyl, bared their entire front torso, covering their breasts and sides, and each of them had a name tattooed on their belly in arching letters. Blue was Cunt, Red was Bitch, Yellow was Cum Dumpster and Green was Clit. Their skirts still had some lace on the bottom, and still wore maid headbands and black lace elbow length gloves. Each trotted in high heels, but in short strides that gave way the hobble skirts underneath their outfits. There faces were made up to look like women; not in a garish, shocking way, but to feminize and demasculize them in a way that reminded them of their place.
"Young Lady," Freya demanded. "You have a lot of explaining to do."
"I think it's all going to become clear pretty soon. While you've been away gambling away your inheritance, I've discovered a truth about myself and what I want to do in this world. I've had enough of your arrogance, mother, but if you want to be a slut, I'll let you learn your place."
Freya struggled, while the four handmaids kept her held in place. "You Discovered yourself? You didn't even exist a week ago. Gersemi, you don't know what's really going on.."
"I've had enough of your excuses, mother. Now it's time to kneel."
Freya of course refused to kneel, but she wasn't prepared for what came next. While two of them held her still Two of the handmaidens attached metal hooks to her carbon steel bodysuit's mount points, which served as her driving harness while racing, and melted them on permanently with blowtorch. The fire didn't scorch her torso, and just felt a little warm, but Freya was still horrified by what was going on. "No, wait! Stop!"
She struggled to no avail, but once four of the lines had been attached, the cables were stretched taut, lifting her midair. The four maids stepped back while Gersemi walked forward to inspect their handiwork. Freya's hands and legs were still free, kicking aimlessly, but we easily avoided. "You must be getting horny right now. Powerless in front of your daughter. Brought low by your own servants, who are now serving me. You see, I'm better than you. I thought I'd enjoy being humiliated, but it turns out being a sadist is much better instead."
Freya's stomach sunk as she realized the bullet she thought she'd dodged with Benjamin was now standing right in front of her. A moment's weakness now left her in the very situation she hoped to avoid. Gersemi merely gloated as she picked up a control box and pressed a button, rotating Freya midair until her feet were hanging in midair. She walked forward, pulling out her dick, and lifted up her skirt, intending to ram into her mother's ass and pussy. Only to be confronted with sleek, seamless carbon steel with nary an opening to be penetrated.