Chapter 1: Introduction

Karen skeptically approaches the address detailed in the email. An impressive mansion at the end of a cul de sac. In addition to this address the email also contained nearly a decade' worth of media showcasing her cheating on her husband. The email said to be here this morning ready to "prove herself" or the contents of the email would be sent to her husband, several members of her family, co-workers, her boss, and posted to social media. It also specified to "prepare and be ready to give all three holes" leaving no question as to the kind of things she would be doing in order to prove herself.

Karen is a parent of 3 kids and despite her actions she loves her family very much. The rush of fucking strangers is just irresistible and she wonders if she's a closet nymphomaniac. All this dirt they have on her is terrifying. Those emails would ruin her rather comfortable life. Yet even now she can't help but to feel an all too familiar sexual thrill at the situation. Despite her track record she has never been blackmailed before and the salaciousness of it has her burning with shameful thoughts.

Willing to do whatever it takes Karen dressed the part. A pencil skirt clung to her decadent ass cheeks. Low cut blouse put slightly tanned HH breasts on full display. Daily workouts left her a mostly flat stomach but with ample jiggle due to her all natural thickness. Only a few barely noticeable stretch marks for any sign of childbirth. Freckles covered her body yet one needed to be close to notice them. A line of them along her face went from her cheeks, under the eyes, and across her nose. Curly auburn hair, voluminous and shiny billowed down just past her shoulders. Easy laugh lines framed full lips draped in dark red lipstick. She could wield a bright infectious smile with deep set dimples that people gravitated towards. Or in a pinch, could make it mischievous and coy, to steal hearts and stir passions. Today she wore makeup though she usually doesn’t, making her typically cute, innocent looking heart shaped face look seductive and enticing. Perfume smelling of sweets and spices wafted from her. Oh yea, and a buttplug with a cute red heart crystal for a base nestled in her ass. Being a sexy milf got her into this mess, and she plans to use it to her advantage here, willing (perhaps a little too willing even) to play the part. She looked and felt spectacular. Let's ensure the blackmailer is satisfied, Karen thinks. After all, this isn’t her first affair.

Karen approaches the door nervously, her heart pounding out of her chest. She takes a deep breath and rings the bell. After a few moments she hears sharp footsteps before it opens to a beautiful yet stern looking woman in clingy lingerie, garterbelt, stockings and all with stilettos to complete the look. She was younger than Karen, with a tighter body, and smoother skin. Karen couldn’t help but notice her open cleavage. She had breasts that were only a couple or so sizes smaller than Karen’s and rather perky for their weight. It reminded Karen of when she was younger before kids swelled her breasts and put some more pounds on her. Glossy straight black hair fell to the woman's mid back in stark contrast to her pale white skin and light blue eyes. Her plump lips wore deep red lipstick even darker than what Karen was wearing and her makeup was dark and gothic looking. A sweet lavender smell exuded from her. Not exactly what Karen expected and just as she was starting to introduce herself the woman cut her off. "Strip before coming in"

Karen raised her eyebrows in disbelief, looked around the neighborhood which they were in very plain view of (a couple people were even walking around) and then looked down at her carefully picked outfit. The woman in the doorway narrowed her eyes with a grimace. "Everything, you can leave your belongings on the porch. Somebody will come for them. Unless you want your filthy secrets exposed".

This neighborhood is not too far from where Karen lives. Being seen out here would defeat the purpose of this entire ordeal. But she figured it would be unlikely for anyone to recognize her, and she has no real choice but to take a chance. Begrudgingly she removes her sexy clothes as fast as possible, wanting to get inside as soon as possible. Completely naked she impatiently makes a move to enter, only to be stopped by a firm hand from the woman in lingerie.

"On your hands and knees" the woman orders. Karen gasps, but desperate to get inside obeys, looking up at the woman with pleading eyes. The woman smirks. "Good. You may enter." She turns and walks deeper into the manor as Karen follows on all fours.

Karen finds herself crawling across white marble floors through the most expensive looking home she has ever been in. Her ass and thighs jiggle. Hefty cumbersome breasts swing underneath her. She scurries clumsily after the woman into an absolutely massive room. What she witnesses within inflicts on her a sudden state of shock. Heartbeat quickens, pupils dilate, jaw drops, crawling proves difficult as she feels her muscles weaken, not responding like they should. Perhaps this great hall was originally meant to be some sort of living room for the fabulously wealthy. It was now an extraordinarily lavish sex dungeon. BDSM gear and adult toys of various and exotic designs line the far walls. More both bizarre and fascinating stood on display in cases, hung by wire, or worn on (and in) mannequins. Furniture fit for lounging romans was arranged around the decor. Placement was neat and well thought out suggesting the work of some proficient interior decorator.

In the center of the room was a large ring of naked women. Posed on a platform of interlocking foam mats of the kind you would find at a gym. Faces down and asses pointing to the ceiling as if they all forgot to bring clothes to yoga class. Besides that the room was filled with men. Each wore a fancy masquerade mask in the likeness of some animal, and absolutely nothing else. Pigs, boars, bulls, bears and hawks. All were large. Body type blatantly determined the mask. Huge obese pigs, Ripped bulls with bulging muscles. Hairy bears with broad shoulders. Boars a combination of all these traits. Several held accessories like whips, riding crops, or paddles. Instead of adhering to a particular body type hawks held digital cinema cameras and boom mics as if this was some Hollywood movie.

Well, this scene was particularly threatening, and Karen felt she was about to be made a sacrifice. She wouldn't be exactly wrong. Various levels of arousal were disclosed by the bare men. It made them look expectant of the naked female flesh in the center of them all. A masculine musk from their collective bodies pervaded the room and Karen's nostrils. It wasn't a bad smell. They smelled eager, Karen thought. Pillories, rows of them, stood forebodingly in a corner of the room. Karen wondered if they were planning on putting her in one and shivered.

A sharp whistle like those used to chastise dogs pierced the air. Karen's attention snapped back to the woman who brought her in. She was well ahead of her as Karen slacked her pace once she entered the room. “Quit drooling on the marble adulteress.” Wait no I wasn’t… Karen reddened. All the men were watching her intently through their masks. There seemed to be hundreds. On her hands and knees, naked, she felt utterly helpless. Like a calf separated from the herd and surrounded by predators. Every sense she had was telling her to run. “Come quickly… NOW BITCH!” Karen jumped at the sudden change of tone. Underduress, she obeyed, scuttling after the woman.

Karen found she actually felt slightly more secure next to the assertive woman in lingerie. As if her dominant and confident nature would stave off these wild men from ravaging her to oblivion. At least until she decided to let them loose on Karen. The thought caused her to shiver again. The woman gestured to an open mat in the ring and when Karen got there her face was shoved into it, legs spread, and ass held firmly in the air by a boar waiting nearby. He boasted a rather impressive erection already, as a lot of the men here did. “Hold this position. Don’t you dare move” he growled in her ear. His hands were rough and lingered as they bit into her soft body, as if he could barely stop himself from mounting her then and there. He snorted a little, as if smelling her. Karen could feel his hot breath give her goosebumps and send a tingle down her spine. With her genitalia now on full display she became acutely aware of the heart shaped plug, a beacon in her ass. She swore everyone must notice it’s there marking her as the dumb slut trying to impress her blackmailers. Exposing her more than if she was simply naked.

It is true that Karen prepared for today. To have all her body can give taken in ransom. Perhaps by men who were dirty and gross. She planned for it, imagined it, fantasized about it. But this? Her current reality went far beyond anything she considered possible. Her body trembled with anticipation, fear, and just maybe… excitement? Clearly this was setup by people with power, influence and money. Not just some group of creepy stalkers and hackers. Postrated for an eternity Karen’s mind reeled as she considered what is going to happen to her. All the while continuing to hear the sounds of more women being brought to the ring.

After some time the enthused sultry voice of the woman in lingerie projects itself.

"You are all depraved cheating whores. Disgusting immoral creatures rounded up to take part in our sick and twisted exhibition. You see this is entertainment hosted by those who love to see blackhearted bitches such as yourselves humiliated. Sluts we can subject to the sexual torture needed to thrill the rich. I am your host and you will refer to me as your mistress.”

As she talked the mistress walked slowly, elegantly around the ring. The crack of her heels was rhythmic and seemed to induce a trance. Her voice had a slight accent to it, though Karen couldn’t tell from where. As she passed a man occasionally she would reach out and gently caress with long black polished nails. Her touch visibly jolted them and their cocks hardened as she walked by. They seemed enthralled by her. Despite the sting of her words Karen was captivated as well, it was difficult not to be.

“I have with me my menagerie. Beasts who became slaves to their base desires. Not unlike yourselves. They are raring to become acquainted with you all.”

Karen lost sight of the mistress as she walked behind her. Nails traced lightly across her raised behind sending electricity through her nerves. There was a sharp crack as she flicked her buttplug. Karen grimaced aa her whole body flushed red.

“We have prepared a series of trials. Designed to push your limits so we can see how delicious you become during your struggles. Everything is currently being streamed live to our generous donors. Who will be given the opportunity to vote and take an active role in your debasement. Expect your stay to be dynamic and become personalized throughout. Failure to complete a task or disobedience of any kind will result in your affairs being promptly exposed. You can also be voted out at any time if your performance is… less than entertaining, and shall receive the same fate. I strongly advise not to feign modesty. There are no prudes here and you were all planning on screwing your way out of this situation anyways. We promise no serious or lasting injury, and we have first aid on site.”

No serious or lasting injuries!? Karen thinks with alarm.

“However… we will beat you, you will be fucked mercilessly, and every effort will be made to degrade you. Remember, this whole thing is incredibly illegal. You should feel unsafe and be uncomfortable. There are no safewords here. If you begin to feel sorry for yourself. Think of the husband whose trust you have violated, the family you have betrayed, and remember that you deserv–"

It all happened so fast.

Abruptly the woman next to Karen got up and fled, whimpering and panicked. She was promptly grabbed by the men standing around them. They splayed her out, several men to a limb with more grappling her torso. Zealously they groped and laughed as she shrieked with surprise and discomfort. The hawks moved in, focusing on the spectacle from all angles. Cloth was shoved down her throat and topped with a ball gag, turning her screams into muffled gags. She's dragged inside of the circle of girls.

The mistress approaches the captured woman. "Hmmmm, seems we get to make an example out of you. Perrrfect! This always makes an effective message for the others". She motions to a pig who walks up with a laptop and says. "It's amazing what can be done with AI nowadays." He explains. "We have enough footage of you all to make some really convincing edits". Another pig passes out bottles of lube. Some of them start jerking off with it as others use it to finger their captive's pussy and asshole. Her struggles intensify to no avail as her most private parts are trivially prepared. Karen can only imagine the experience of such helplessness. Opening up the laptop the pig pulls up what looks like some kind of voice call app. Currently it is showing the self view, an attractive middle-aged white woman with jet black hair cut into a bob, restrained and molested. But on the screen she isn't gagged but smiling, eyes glazed over with lust. The mistress continues where he left off "Of course we have more than enough real dirt on you all to make this unnecessary. This is, however, much more entertaining."

But a doll in their arms, she is picked up and impaled in both her ass and pussy. Muffled shocked moans are all she can do to protest and even Karen winces at the suddenness of her insertions. Every few seconds those fucking her trade places with another. Those currently not inside her greedily torment her with pinches, slaps, rough fondling, some even lean in to kiss, bite and nibble. They target sensitive areas, her inner thighs, nipples, breasts, face, ear lobes, neck. It looked rehearsed, they had a well organized rotation on her going. The laptop was ringing, then "Hey Michelle what's up baby?

The captives head was turned towards the screen by a bull currently railing her ass. She had tears streaming down her face as her eyes locked with who Karen realized was her husband. The Michelle on the laptop was screaming in ecstasy. "OoOoh YES FUCK ME, DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH ME, MAKE ME YOUR WHORE!" Her husband stared dumbfounded "Jesus fucking Christ Michelle!" The AI generated woman rolled her eyes into the back of her head in orgasm. Gagged, real Michelle could do nothing but endure being brutally fucked and passed around in front of her husband. "You fucking monster, I always suspected you were cheating. You were a damned slut when we met and I should have known you couldn't change." The husband starts tearing up as he watches her "You disgust me. Don't you even know you're being recorded right now?" He grimaces like he's in pain. "Nice company you keep, hopefully one of these guys will let you live with them."

Michelle's husband hung up. Her sobs were stiffled by her gag while the men laughed and continued to fuck her. They mocked her. "You can live with us Michelle, baby" "Once a slut always a slut" "He probably wondered why this pussy was always so loose." After a few more minutes of this a few of the guys carried her off to the pillaries while the others continued to taunt and laugh. Even a couple hawks with their film equipment went with them. After locking her in a pillory, they continued using her, roughly, as the hawks filmed.

Holy Hell! Karen thought to herself.

The mistress was laughing rather wholeheartedly at the jabs being made after Michelle. Eventually she composed herself. "Well wasn’t that fun ladies?” Michelle’s stifled sobs could still be heard from the far corner of the room. As well as the smack from a man's thighs against her ass cheeks as he railed her. It sounded like she was going through alot right now. “She will be held here and kept… " The mistress gave a menacing smile "preoccupied. Until we release her tomorrow. Can't have her telling someone what's happening here and ruin the whole show. Anyone who won't play along shall suffer a similar experience. Some of you may be thinking it would be best to simply give up, to avoid the stress of participation. I promise you will find no easy out here.” The moment she finished that sentence a series of sharp cracks and bellows of agony, stifled by the gag but still audible throughout the room, made all the women in the circle wince, a couple gasped, and one screamed. “You see the losers are still a part of the show, our viewers still vote on what happens to them, and everything other than serious or lasting injuries is allowed. Only those of you able to complete every trial will be going home tonight. Everyone else will spend the night here, where the show will go on.”

More cracks and more shrieks. The girls looked around at each other terrified. Poor girl! Karen shuddered as she thought of Michelles fate.