So really this isn't a full chapter hence the 1/2. I should have added this to chapter 1. The point of this post is to see if I can get some participation from the reader. I will explain more in a comment below. I would leave a link to the first chapter if I could but I don't think this subreddit allows such things.

Karen had noticed a couple things since her arrival. For one she is fairly sure this entire group was collected from the local area as she recognizes some of the other women here. Jillian, a fitness bombshell with an expensive looking body. Compliments to the surgeon who built her, if it wasn’t for how slutty she looks one could almost believe it was all natural. Her and Karen go to the same gym and have had some conversations together. There's Kim, a beautiful Korean girl whom Karen occasionally plays tennis with. Her tight top knot bun and minimalist makeup looks business professional, and a bit out of place looking here. Her petite body looks especially small and defenseless next to the huge men surrounding her. Imani, her eldest son's Spanish teacher. A Caribbean woman with flawless skin just a shade darker than copper. Meticulously maintained, voluminous, kinky hair billows down just past her shoulders, and she has an hourglass body which makes even Karen feel insecure. Then there is Joy. Karen's next door neighbor and best friend. She's a brunette with a comforting motherly face, deep brown eyes, and a wide full smile. She's chunkier than Karen, though no less curvy. A true mom bod if you will. Her skin is pale and green veins can be seen on her breasts. Karen knows very well how her maternal charms can twist into something far more indecent and seductive. She's her best friend after all, and the two of them have been in more lascivious sexcapades than either could recall. It seems like she has already noticed Karen, and can't decide whether to look to her for comfort or away in shame. There are a few others Karen recognizes as well, although she cannot remember their names. Wait a minute is that? Oh no!

Justine!? Karen nearly shouted it out loud. Such was her shock upon seeing her niece. Justine was 26, had a rectangular face, deep dimples, long straight brown hair, and brown eyes. Similar in genetics Justine was curvy, though a bit less so than Karen, sporting a G cup breast size. Her skin was a little paler, without freckles and softer of body. She was very cute and innocent looking, more so than Karen due to her younger age and didn’t come here all dolled up like Karen did. Instead using only a little foundation and lip gloss. She married her boyfriend of 2 years only a few months ago. Normally vibrant with the most wholesome hearty chuckles. Justine was now crying softly and staring at Karen with a look of shame, confusion, embarrassment, and betrayal (Karen and her husband are almost like second parents to Justine). It shook Karen to her core and she had to look away, trying to push the image out of her head and think of something else.

… And two, Karen realizes all the women here are married, though not necessarily older or with kids. Kim is in her early 20s, and Jillian has never had kids. Some of the other girls look rather young as well. Generally though, most of the women here appear to be moms in their late 20s to early 40s, with slightly chubby mom bods, a few stretch marks, a little crow's feet, and other features indicating a more mature woman. Despite this, every woman here would be considered attractive by most people, although Karen and a few others really stand out in this crowd.

“Lets begin with some lessons in proper etiquette” the mistress said whilst taking a riding crop from one of the pigs. Smacking it periodically into her other hand as she spoke “When spoken to you will refer to yourself as a cheating whore, or this cheating whore. When speaking to me you will end every sentence with my mistress.” SMACK! “When talking to one of my beasts you will address anything you say to his cock… and will call it your love with every sentence.” SMACK! “You will not speak to me unless I speak to you first. And you will never speak while I am talking” SMACK! “Yet feel free to speak to my beasts as much as you desire. Do be respectful and don’t forget proper etiquette. Lest you draw our ire.”

Suddenly the mistress turned and kicked a woman. It wasn’t a hard kick, but coming from those stilettos it must have hurt like hell. “Who are you!” The woman groaned. “A cheating whore.” SMACK! The crop went across her face. “Stupid cunt! Who am I?” A tear rolled down her reddened cheek. “Mis… My mistress” she sputtered. “And who are you?” “A cheating whore my mistress!” The mistress gently wiped the tear from the woman's face with the crop, causing her to wince. Satisfied the mistress circles the ring of women.

The mistress howled “What are you all!” “Cheating whores my mistress.” “Louder!” “Cheating whores my mistress!” The mistress bellowed “LOUDER DAMMIT” and snapped her fingers. Men descended on them. Karen felt her hair yanked back and a paddle battered her ass cheeks. “CHEATING WHORES MY MISTRESS” she screamed with the rest of them as they were beaten. Their voices were shrill and desperate. “WHAT ARE YOU!” “CHEATING WHORES MY MISTRESS” they wailed and sobbed. Repetition of the all to true words shamed Karen and stung nearly as much as the paddle. She cried them out with all her heart. “CHEATING WHORES MY MISTRESS!” “NOT GOOD ENOUGH!” The paddles came down harder and the sound of wood and leather hitting female flesh thundered and echoed throughout the great room. Karen’s mind went blank, unable to process anything other than the relentless paddling and disgrace. The voices became staggered and asynchronous. Karen pleaded “CHE-AHHHH! PLEEEASE AHHHHH! I’M A CHEATING WHORE MY MISTRESS!” I’M A CHEATING WHORE MY MISTRESS!” And became a fast and shrill cry. “I’M A WHORE, I'M A WHORE, I'M A WHORE, I'M A WHORE, A CHEATING WHORE, CHEATING WHORE AHHHH! The mistress gave a whistle and they stopped. Karen’s sobs blended with those of the other women. Searing pain continues to envelope her buttcheeks.

“Quiet DOWN!” the mistress commands. The girls stifle their cries. Scanning the room with smug satisfaction, Karen could see the sadistic gears turning in the mistress's head. Karen hated this woman, so much younger than herself, reducing her and the others here to her whimpering toys. Worse, Karen dares not challenge her. Unable to do anything but snivel and dread what comes next.