Charles lay on the floor for perhaps ten minutes. His bare back pressed hard against the table leg and began to throb somewhat, but he couldn't move enough to get into a comfier position. And the honest truth was that Charles didn't expect it to matter soon.

Jughead had been studiously avoiding Charles's gaze, instead choosing to sit by the sink and down rather a lot of water. And some beer. Quite a lot of beer, actually, and Charles had to admit that he was slightly worried about his baby brother. He knew the harm alchohol could cause, he had seen how it made some of Chic's clients. They were always rougher when they had been drinking, and it was not uncommon for Chic himself to find solace in cheap beer after nights with particurlaly hard customers.

"Do you want some?" Jughead asked, holding out a can of beer to Charles.

Charles shakes his head. He needs to be sober, if he is sober he has a better chance of escaping. If he lets himself drink then he won't be able to get away. If he lets himself drink, he may as well be surrendering to the sick games his sister wants.

The doorbell rings, and Jughead goes to answer it. It is FP and Alice, and at first Charles thinks perhaps he might have been saved. But as Betty descends the stairs and greets them, Charles realizes he is wrong. Despite his best efforts, even his camera's had not picked up on this shit.

When Betty walks down the stairs, the first thing Charles's notices is her wig. Dark black, bobbed short, with a fringe. Her makeup is heavy, and the only clothes she is wearing are a set of lacy black underwear. A pair of knee high boots are apon her feet.

"Your'e back at last!" She gasps out. "See, tonight, Juggy and I found out a secret. Charles here has been a bad boy. He was killing people for us. For me!isn't that so flattering? But here's the thing, I think he needs some punishment. So I think it's finally time to include him in our fun. Of course, it doesn't have to be fun for him. Do you agree?"

"Of course I agree. Naughty boys need punishment." Alice says, kissing Fp hard on the mouth. Betty laughed, a shrill laugh, quite unlike the one that Charles remembered so fondly. Betty walks into the centre of the room, and Fp walks over to her, kissing her as he had just kissed Alice.

"Is JB out again?" Fp asked. "She should join us one night. Perhaps when she's older."

Alice had gotten undressed while the others had been talking. Now she walked over to where Charles lay on the floor. She ran a gentle finger across his cheekbone, her icy cold touch spreading tendrils of horror down Charles's spine. Charles whimpered slightly, and then Alice slapped him hard across his face. Alice, not mother. He would never be able to think of any of these people as family again.

"I think someone needs a gag." Betty says, walking over to a cupboard under the kitchen sink. Charles wondered why he had never looked in there before. A range of items spilled out, each one filling him with sickness. Gags and whips, handcuffs, chains, collars, the items in there were not appealing.

She walks over, holding a gag and a whip. Roughly, she grabs Charles's hair and pulls his head forward, forcing the ring gag into his mouth. She pushes his head backward, and Charles tried not to react as his head slammed into the table leg. He feels a couple of tears slipping down his cheeks and tried desperatly to fight them off. He won't cry. Not yet, not now, not in front of them.

Charles struggles to focus on whats going on around him. He can tell that everyone is undressed now, even Jughead. Alice and Fp are already touching each other, Alice pushed up against the wall, letting out little gasps of pleasure. Betty flicks her wrist at Jughead to summon him over, and he walks over there. Charles feels his hands being untied, and almost wishes he had taken Jughead up on that drink. At least it would have numbed his senses.

Betty pushes Charles to the floor, lying on his front, and she begins to work at his cock, touching softly and delicately. Charles wants to push her off, to run away, but he can't, one hand is still tied to the table. He closes his eyes and lets one solitary tear fall. Betty laughs when she sees the tear, and tells Jughead to come and kiss her. Jughead obliges, kissing Betty as Charles sits there, eyes shut, growing hard against his will.

He tries to pretend that it isn't Betty. He tries to picture himself with Chic, tries to imagine this situation very differently. Tries to convince himself that he wants this, that this is something he chose, that it isn't his sister making his body react like this. After a few minutes, it would appear that Betty grows bored. She slides a tight ring around him, and rolls him over.

She takes the whip off the table where she must have placed it earlier and begins to beat him. Charles can't contain the soft cries that leave his mouth, the overwhelming fear and hopelessness threatens to sufocate him. He can't breath, the gag is pulled tight into his moth and his breath is coming in short gasps. He knows he has drool and blood and tears all over his face, but he can't wipe it away.

Betty kisses his back, her lips running soft across the inflamed surface, her teeth gently grazing the cuts on his back. She licks at his wounds, purring slightly. She kisses his neck, his cheek, licking the tears away. Then she gets up and goes over to Alice, and takes FP's place, kissing her own mother, touching her own mother, making love to her mother, if this gross perversion could even be considered love.

Fp takes Betty's place with Charles, while Jughead joins in with Alice and Betty. Fp is gentle, almost more caring than Betty, but his acts are worse. He pulls Charles to his knees and forces him to suck him off, ignoring Charles's weak whimpers of protest. When Alice and Betty have finished, Alice joins Fp and Charles, while Jughead and Betty have sex. Charles is struggling to stay conscious by now, all he feels is pain and shame.

Alice removes the ring and forces herself onto him. Pulling him against the table. Fp forces himelf into Charles, and Alice and Fp work together, Charles trapped in between them, barely conscious and unable to protest.

When they are finished, Alice injects Charles with a drug of some sort, making hiim fall into an unconcsious heap on the floor.