It was all little shocking to Batsy. Granted, she LOVED the constant humiliation and sexual degradation she was forced to endure. Harley had forced her and Jojo to drag out beloved family photos, portraits and documents and deposit them in a pile on the lawn. She watched as countless pieces of once precious 'Wayne' family history was doused with gasoline and lit on fire. She herself was told to lay the huge painting of her parents in the flames and watch as the flames consumed it. She was joined by Jojo as her lover/sister/wife emptied shoeboxes of newspaper clippings of her most infamous crimes into the flames, as well as beloved suits, books and devices she'd once used. Finally she dumped in her original birth certificate and wedding photos of her long dead wife.
They both stood back and watched as the flames consumed their former history. Hands clasped like children, they both seemed to be moaning and shuddering with sobs...until you stepped too close. As they watched, thrills of erotic passion ran through them, as their burdensome former identities were swept away. Harley stepped up behind them and layed her hands on their shoulders, saying "The people you used to be are gone. The lives you once lived are over. From this day forward, you are 'Batsy' and Jojo', period. No last names. No chance for promotion. No chance for escape. You will be Batsy and Jojo forever. I'll keep you alive forever, too...so I may look on you and know who you were. In 10,000 years, I'll still be sitting in Quinn Manor, and you'll both still be serving me. On your knees. Like animals. Forever and ever, amen. How do you both feel about that, hmm?"
Batsy and Jojo exchanged a glance...the both came in a shuddering gush of liquid pleasure.
"Whatever you want, Mistress." Gasped Jojo.
"You're the boss, Mistress." Batsy said as sticky juices trickled down her thighs.
Given a nod by Harley, both girls turned and began to lick the juices from each others legs.
But the real shocking thing...had been Pamela Islet. Once such a devoted lover of environmental causes, she now lived and breathed a lifestyle that she'd have once held in contempt. But...that ha been Pamela Isley. Pammy Quinn had over different tastes. Her business interests all reflected the worst of society, with the Quinn name being used to sell oil and gas, packaged meats, cigarettes, alcohol, leather and fur. Pammy Quinn wore only the best and most costly garments, gems and furs. Her accent was a mix of a sweet 'Southern' belle and Texas oil baron. She spoke with contempt of the eco-freaks who seemed to think they had a right to judge her.
And 'Daddy' Quinn...seemed so happy she might just die of delight. She and Pammy were always together, and Pammy seemed to be growing a bit stout about the waist, belly and butt. 'Daddy' Quinn seemed to like her plusher, better fed wife, and Pamela just seemed so lost in her new personality and hungers.