On the screen, the red alarm suddenly blared through the island room.
Diana's body jolted at the sound. She had been on edge since yesterday, barely holding herself together. Even with her father-in-law and daughter beside her, nothing felt safe anymore.
She was a mature woman in her mid-forties, with an incredibly voluptuous figure. Her enormous, heavy breasts strained hard against the tight green turtleneck she had been forced to wear. The thin fabric stretched shiny and taut over their full, plush curves, making them look even more obscene under the warm lighting. The clinging dress hugged her narrow waist before flaring over wide hips and thick, soft thighs — giving her the false appearance of a refined lady while her body screamed soft, spankable, and ready to be ruined.
She turned to look at Tina beside her.
Tina was a delicate young woman with long, silky blonde hair tied in a high ponytail. She had a pretty, almost doll-like face with large, anxious eyes and a naturally seductive expression. Her body was the complete opposite of delicate — ample breasts barely contained in a skimpy pink top, a slim waist, and thick thighs. The strappy micro-bottom she wore left almost nothing to the imagination, looking like one rough tug away from being completely torn off. She sat with her arms wrapped around herself, clearly terrified.
Diana reached out and gently held her daughter's hand.
"It's okay…" she whispered, though her own voice was unsteady.
On the screen, the Rabbit-masked woman spoke calmly.
"Every mistake has its punishment. Master Mike, you are free to punish the opposing master or his slaves. A single punishment."
Richard sat frozen, confused, and humiliated. He still didn't fully understand what he had done wrong.
Mike leaned forward, his eyes slowly scanning across the table. Tina quickly ducked her head, not daring to meet his gaze. Mike smirked.
Then he looked directly at Richard.
"Remove your pants," he said casually. "Sit in your underwear. And I really hope you're wearing some, old man."
Richard's face flushed red with shame and anger.
"Don't you have any manners, kid?"
Mike's smile didn't waver.
"I don't." He pointed at the timer on the screen. "Thirty seconds. Do it before it reaches zero… or don't blame me for what happens next."
Richard's face turned even redder. He glanced at Diana, whose face had gone pale. With no choice, he stood up and reluctantly removed his trousers, revealing a pair of old-fashioned cartoon-patterned underwear. The sight was so absurd that even Sarah looked shocked for a moment.
Mike burst out laughing.
The Rabbit-masked woman cut in smoothly.
"Let's continue quickly."
Mike turned his gaze to Clara, his tone shifting into something mocking and commanding.
"Clara. Stand up."
Clara's fingers gripped the edge of the table so tightly her knuckles turned white. For a moment, she didn't move. Then Mike's hand slowly reached toward the small remote on the table.
She stood up.
Her sheer black dress clung to her body as she rose, the deep neckline exposing the soft swell of her breasts. The thin fabric did nothing to hide the shape of her nipples, and the black collar around her neck pulsed with a faint red light. She kept her eyes on the table, refusing to look at anyone.
Mike's voice was calm but firm.
"Introduce yourself."
Clara's voice was quiet, barely above a whisper.
"My name is—"
The Rabbit-masked woman's voice cut in sharply from the speakers.
"Do not reveal your surname."
Clara nodded quickly, her voice trembling.
"My name is Clara… I… I am Mike's slave."
Mike smiled, clearly pleased.
"Now the second part. Perform an act of submission."
Clara's breathing grew shaky. She stood frozen for several long seconds before slowly stepping closer to Mike. Her hands trembled as she reached down, gently took his hand, and brought it to her lips.
She pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the back of his hand.
Mike's grin widened.
Fin's grip on the whiskey glass tightened until it creaked. His teeth ground together so hard he felt a sharp pain in his jaw.
I will kill you, Mike…
His mind burned with rage.
No… I won't just kill you. I'll make you wish you were dead.
Clara quickly sat back down, her face burning with shame. She kept her head low, refusing to look at anyone.
Mike turned his gaze to Sarah.
"Your turn."
Sarah stood up more slowly. Her white strappy outfit left almost nothing to the imagination. She kept one arm across her chest, trying to cover herself as best she could.
She took a shaky breath.
"My name is Sarah… I… I am also Mike's slave."
Mike raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by her slightly more defiant tone.
Sarah hesitated for a moment, then lowered herself onto one knee in front of him. She took his hand and pressed a kiss to it, just like Clara had done — though her lips lingered a second longer before she stood back up.
Mike looked thoroughly satisfied.
He then gestured across the table.
"Your turn, old man. Let's see what your girls can do."
Richard looked deeply uncomfortable. He turned to Diana and spoke in a low, strained voice.
"Do it, daughter… just like they did."
Diana's face paled.
Calling herself a slave in front of strangers — and knowing it was being broadcast — was already humiliating enough. But when her eyes drifted down and caught sight of the slight bulge in Richard's cartoon underwear, her stomach twisted with disgust.
Still, she stood up slowly. Her heavy, voluptuous body moved with reluctant grace as she stepped forward.
"My name is Diana," she said, her voice steady but cold. "I am Richard's daughter-in-law… and his slave."
She knelt in front of the old man. As she took his hand and kissed the back of it, her eyes once again caught the growing bulge in his underwear. A wave of shame passed through her, but she forced herself to continue. She pressed her forehead against his hand for a brief second — a clear act of submission — before standing back up. Her eyes were sharp with quiet resentment.
Tina was about to stand when Mike suddenly spoke, his voice laced with warning.
"If you want to perform something better than the others, kid… do it. Otherwise, you'll lose the round because your grandpa already messed up." He smirked. "So think carefully."
Tina froze, her pretty face turning pale. Her long blonde hair shifted as she lowered her head, her ample breasts rising and falling with quick, anxious breaths. The skimpy pink top barely contained her, and the strappy micro-bottom left her looking dangerously exposed.
She sat there trembling, clearly unsure what to do. She could feel everyone's eyes on her — especially Mike's.
Mike leaned back in his chair, smirking.
"Tick tock, kid. You've got about ten seconds before I decide for you."
Tina's hands trembled. She glanced at her mother, Diana, whose face was pale with worry. Then she looked at her grandfather, Richard, who sat in nothing but his cartoon underwear, looking utterly humiliated.
She took a shaky breath and spoke, her voice small at first.
"My name is Tina… I… I am Richard's granddaughter. And—"
She stopped.
Mike raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for her to finish. The silence in the room grew heavier.
Tina's cheeks burned. For a moment, she looked like she might cry. Then something shifted in her expression. She swallowed hard, stepped around the table, and walked toward Richard.
She stopped right in front of him.
Richard stiffened as Tina slowly lowered herself onto his lap. Her barely covered ass pressed directly against the growing hardness in his cartoon underwear. She bit her lip, clearly feeling it, but didn't pull away. Instead, she turned slightly, wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned in.
Then she kissed him.
Not on the hand.
Not on the cheek.
She pressed her lips directly against Richard's mouth — a slow, reluctant kiss that lasted several seconds. Her body trembled as she did it. When she finally pulled away, a thin strand of saliva briefly connected their lips before breaking.
In a quiet but clear voice, she finished her sentence.
"…And his slutty slave."
The room went completely silent.
Diana's face drained of all color. Her mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out. Across the table, Clara and Sarah stared at Tina in genuine horror. Even Mike's usual smirk faltered for a second, replaced by something closer to genuine surprise.
Tina didn't look at anyone.
She simply stood up from Richard's lap, smoothed down the front of her tiny pink top, and walked back to her seat with quiet, measured steps. She sat down, crossed her legs, and lowered her head — her long blonde hair falling forward to hide her face once again.
But this time, she wasn't trembling.
Mike let out a low, impressed whistle.
"Well, fuck…" he muttered, almost to himself. "Didn't see that coming."
On the screen, the Rabbit-masked woman's voice returned, sounding genuinely pleased.
"Round One — Public Self-Presentation — has concluded. The spectators will now vote on the winning team."
Back in his office, Fin stared at the monitor, completely still.
His hand had gone still around the whiskey glass. Even with the faces blurred, the image of Tina sitting on her grandfather's lap and kissing him on the mouth was burned into his mind.
How can she do that…?
He couldn't look away. Just moments ago, the girl had been trembling with fear. Now she had crossed a line that should have been impossible. Fin's chest felt tight as a colder, more disturbing thought took root.
Can a situation really force someone to become like this?
He had always believed that people had limits — lines they would never cross, no matter how much pressure they were under. But what he had just witnessed made that belief feel naive. Tina hadn't just submitted. She had chosen to degrade herself in the most twisted way possible, right in front of her own family.
Is this why these shows exist? He wondered, his thoughts turning darker. Not just to watch people suffer… but to see how far they can be pushed before they break and become something else entirely?
The screen suddenly changed.
It switched between different rooms across the island. In one room, a middle-aged man was on all fours while a woman wearing a strap-on roughly took him from behind. In another, two slaves were being forced to perform in front of a group of masked spectators. The degradation was constant, varied, and unfiltered.
Fin's eyes stayed on the screen, but his mind was no longer just filled with rage.
He was starting to understand.
These shows weren't just about sex or humiliation. They were about watching people break — watching them abandon every moral boundary they once held until nothing remained but survival and submission.
The screen returned to Clara's room.
The Rabbit-masked woman's voice returned, cheerful as ever.
"Round One — Public Self-Presentation — has concluded. The spectators have voted."
She paused for effect.
"Master Mike's team received 47%. Master Richard's team received 70%."
Tina let out a quiet sigh of relief. For the first time since the round began, her shoulders relaxed slightly. Her desperate, degrading act had worked.
The Rabbit-masked woman continued.
"The winner of this round is Master Richard. As a reward, Slave Tina has earned a Blue Card. You may use it to issue up to three orders to your own master, or issue a single order to the opposing master. You have ten seconds to decide."
Tina looked at the screen, then glanced across the table at Mike. He was leaning back in his chair with that same cocky, unbothered smirk. She had been observing him since she entered. He wasn't the type to be easily controlled.
She knew she couldn't afford to waste this chance.
Tina took a breath and spoke clearly.
"I'm commanding Master Mike… to not touch my mother or me for the rest of this round."
Mike's eyebrows rose slightly, genuinely surprised for once.
The Rabbit-masked woman was silent for a second before replying in her usual calm tone.
"That command violates the rules of the game. You may only protect one person. You must choose — either yourself, or Slave Diana."
Tina's jaw tightened. She turned to look at her mother.
Diana met her eyes and gave a small, firm nod — silently telling her to choose herself.
But Tina looked back at Mike.
He was watching her with a knowing, predatory glint in his eyes. She could tell he was already planning how to break them both if given the chance.
She made her decision.
"I'm choosing my mother."
The room went quiet for a moment.
Mike let out a low chuckle and shook his head, clearly amused by her choice.
Diana stared at her daughter, her expression unreadable — a mixture of shock, gratitude, and something close to pain.
Tina simply lowered her head again, her long blonde hair falling forward to hide her face as she sat back in her chair.
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