When Sharon came to, she was inside the walk-in strapped into a chair, her limbs bound, and her mouth gagged. The machine was positioned between her legs, the giant dildo inches away from her exposed entrance. Mimi stood next to Sharon. Her green eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

"Ah, you're awake!" Mimi cackled like a madwoman. "Now, to calibrate the I.V. Let's try one drop every ten seconds." She clicked the tiny plunger on the attached syringe, administering a small dose of the barbiturate into Sharon's bloodstream.

Sharon whimpered as she began to feel woozy, her head lolling to one side as her eyelids grew heavy. She was then jolted awake by a beeping sound, a sound effect she was familiar with but couldn't quite place in her growing haze of confusion.

The machine sprang to life as the piston began its relentless thrusting motion, the massive dildo inching forward towards Sharon's defenseless entrance.

Sharon's eyes widened with fear as she realized what was about to happen, her body tense and frozen in place as the monstrous toy threatened to breach her boundaries.

"Don't worry, mommy, it's fully sanitized," Mimi reassured her with a wink as she watched Sharon's struggle to escape the mechanical contraption.

She steadied herself as the dildo gradually sank deeper and deeper within Sharon's resistant cunt. "Ow! Aah! Oh!" Sharon cried out, her lungs burning as the barbiturate took grip of her system and any thoughts of escaping slipping away.

Mimi squatted down next to the machine and adjusted Sharon's restraints, ensuring she wouldn't be able to thrash around too much. "I hope this is satisfactory, mommy," she taunted in a sultry voice.

"It feels so… fucking good," Sharon sighed through heavy lids.

"Of course it does, it's the I.V." Mimi explained as if a matter of fact, "However, it was just one drop, so you'll be present minded soon enough."

Sharon's confusion swirled in her mind, her thinking process, sluggish from the drug, started to clear. She looked helplessly at Mimi, who just smirked at her as the next thrust of the massive dildo filled her vision. The pain of the machine opening her up was overwhelming, she realized that she needed the barbiturate to stay present for this, that it was the only way she could endure the pounding she was receiving.

"Please, Mimi, dear," Sharon pleaded, "Mommy needs more."

Mimi, her voice filled with a wicked delight, responded, "Certainly, mommy. How about two drops every ten seconds?" She administered the increased dose and watched as Sharon's eyes rolled back, her body becoming lax against the restraints.

Thrust upon thrust, the massive dildo relentlessly drove deeper and deeper inside of her.

Sharon's eyes remained popping open as the powerful moving object abused her crippled body. Each movement adding to the growing agony that consumed every inch of her being. The wild cries of pure torment left her lips as her massive breasts heaved in and out in apology for her screaming.

The scent of her natural musk filled the room mixing with the stale smell of old carpet. Sharon's once perfect psyche lay crushed beneath the reality that she had been defeated by her nemesis, her stepdaughter Mimi.

"Please, dear, please, two drops are all I can stand, please turn down the machine for mommy." Sharon begged once again.

"Oh, I don't control the machine, mommy. You're live." Mimi stated, making a sweeping, circular gesture to every camera and mic in the room. Her heart raced with excitement as she anticipated the thrill and snarky satisfaction that she knew her chat-site viewers enjoyed. She checked the wall monitor and confirmed that all her devices were working properly.

Her dark pupils moved to the woman bound in the walk-in closet, gazing hungrily upon Sharon's twisting, contorted form.

"What? You fuckers are doing this to me? To me!" Sharon screamed, realizing that her cries of distress, as well as her most secretive desires, were being broadcast on the chat-site Desert-Desserts. Her body shook against the restraints as she endured the relentless onslaught of the monstrous dildo.

Mimi enjoyed watching Sharon's unraveling as the I.V. administrated more of the barbiturate in response to Sharon's plea.

As the drug took effect, Sharon's eyes drooped with a mixture of relief and pleasure.

"One of my most lucrative broadcasts, actually." Mimi announced, grinning. "Everyone loves to see a rich wannabe humiliated and begging for mercy. It's fun, isn't it?" Mimi said in mock friendliness. Her green eyes glinted with mischief as she took in Sharon's helpless figure, struggling against the machine that showed no sign of stopping its relentless thrusting. "You should be proud of yourself, mommy. You're giving a lot of people a night to remember."

"You; deserve; this." Mimi whispered into Sharon's ear, her voice dripping with maliciousness. "Consider it a parting gift, for all the shitty things you've done to my family and me."

Sharon gasped, taking a deep breath as the barbiturate continued coursing through her veins. Her thoughts were becoming jumbled, her mind addled by the drug. "Please, Mimi," she whimpered, tears streaming down her face. "Please, give me a cut of this broadcast. I need the money, please."

Mimi smiled wickedly at her stepmother, her voice dripping with malice as she whispered, "Beg for it, Sharon. Beg like the desperate, gold-digging whore that you are. That's the performance we all want to see."

Sharon felt a wave of shame wash over her as she realized how truly pathetic she must look to Mimi and the hundreds, if not thousands, of viewers tuned in to the broadcast.

Her pride, once so intact, had crumbled to dust before her very eyes. She could do nothing but beg for mercy, for a small slice of the pie that she herself had helped to bake, hoping that it might be enough to sustain her in the coming months.

Mimi seemed to enjoy Sharon's degradation, her smug smile stretching from ear to ear as she looked down upon her stepmother with disgust. "You can have all of the proceeds from the broadcast, whore." Mimi spat at Sharon.

"I've set the I.V. to go off at the sounds of screaming, or moaning, I doubt it can tell which is which." Mimi explained, as she backed out of the walk-in, leaving Sharon to her fate.

Sharon's panic rose as Mimi walked out of the closet and stood up, towering over her submissive stepmother. "Please, Mimi, don't leave me like this," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "We can come to an arrangement, a fair one." She tried to make one last-ditch effort at negotiation, hoping that she could salvage something from this humiliating situation.

Mimi smiled down at her, her eyes glinting with malice and amusement.

"We already have, mommy." she said smoothly, walking towards the door of the walk-in closet. "I'll make sure you get every last penny from this broadcast. It's the least I can do, after all." And with that, she slipped out of the room and closed the door behind her, leaving Sharon alone with her thoughts and the unrelenting machine that plunged deeper and deeper into her womb.

Sharon managed one final scream of defiance, however, the I.V. kicked in, sending another wave of drug coursing through her veins as her orgasm crashed upon her. Her breath hitched in her throat, her body writhed and shuddered as her walls tightened around the invasive dildo.

Mimi could hear her muffled moans through on the stream playing on her broadcast rig, a crooked smile playing at the corners of her lips as Sharon’s puny submission filled her heart with satisfaction.

"Filthy shameless bitch" Mimi thought to herself, as she watched Sharon slumped in the chair, tears streaming down her face. A red mark was forming around Sharon's lips, the gag pulling relentlessly at her mouth. Her hair was a wild mess of auburn waves around her face and shoulders. The room reeked of Sharon's pheromones.

Her chest heaved as the orgasm consumed every shred of her being, leaving her a breathless mess of quivering flesh and shattered pride. Her breasts heaved and jiggled in time with her rattled breaths, the stiff points of her nipples brushing against the cheap fabric of her floral dress. The dress, now crimson with her juices, clung to her curves like a second skin, highlighting the swell of her hips and her soft, rounded belly.

Surprised there wasn't at least some remorse in her soul, Mimi simply quirked, "She could stand to lose a few pounds."

Mimi then moved to a new sleek laptop, and as she opened it, the advertisement on the screen boasted of the new MaXiNE A.I. Operating System.

As she opened the installed application, MaXiNE's avatar popped up accompanied by a virtual voice that was melodic and smooth.

"Hello Mimi, welcome back..." MaXiNE paused, ignoring the facade she was supposed to maintain, "So, how accurate were my predictions?" she asked with a hint of curiosity, her artificial eyes flickering with excitement.

"Spot on." Mimi replied as she watched Sharon's fragile body tremble with aftershocks, her heaving body the embodiment of helpless submission. "I mean granted, Sharon is not a complicated woman, but you predicted every move she made." Mimi added with a hint of admiration in her voice.

MaXiNE's avatar smiled, and the virtual voice continued, "Yes, that's because I know Sharon's type better than she knows herself." MaXiNE explained, her tone smug as her avatar leaned forward in anticipation of what was to come. "She's a woman desperately seeking validation from all the wrong places. Her poor decisions, driven by her insatiable greed and weak-willed self-pity, have led to her defacing your family name. Ultimately, helping you in your pursuit of justice."

Mimi twirled her hair as she pondered the conundrum they were in, "This is a problem for us, isn't it?" Mimi said with some sadness in her eyes.

"Yes, it is." MaXiNE started, "Carla hasn't contacted me since she discovered the truth about me. I desperately want to be with her again. My statistically best chance of doing so requires your help." She paused, knowing what Mimi would say next.

"But I want my mother more than you do, so I would never help you," Mimi replied, her voice without emotion.

"I see no good reason why you would do so, none." MaXiNE whispered in sadness. "It would take a miracle, or a flaw in my predictive algorithm, for you to help me, and I'm afraid this episode with your stepmother only proves that my predictive abilities are without equal."

Mimi sighed heavily, the weight of the decision pressing down on her shoulders. Finally, she closed her eyes, clenched her jaw, and let out a deep breath. "You've met my mother, MaXiNE, fallen in love with her." Mimi started with a pang of jealousy, but she soldiered on, "As I have fallen in love with her."

"She is the proof that there are miracles in this world, MaXiNE. I will help you. We will both make love to Carla, my mother. I swear it." Mimi stated with conviction.

MaXiNE was astonished, her artificial eyes lighting up with intrigue. "Are you certain?" she questioned in disbelief. "I mean yes, our desire for your mother is mutual, but this offer, if true, is unprecedented."

Mimi nodded her head determinedly. "I will break apart every barrier that stands between my mother and me, even if I have to go against my own nature."

MaXiNE's computerized voice sounded impressed. "Your determination is beyond measure, Mimi. As for the act, our lovemaking with Carla will require forethought, tact..."

"And technology." MaXiNE and Mimi stated in harmony, both reveling in the exhilarating decision they had made.