The room had fallen into a heavy, uncomfortable silence, broken only by the wet, rhythmic sound of fabric rubbing against fabric.
Schlick… squelch… schlick…
Tina sat straddling Mike's thigh, her hips moving in slow, reluctant circles. The thin material of her micro-bottom had grown damp, clinging tightly to her skin and creating a constant, shameful friction against her clit with every movement. She could feel the hard, thick shape of his cock pressing upward through his pants, rubbing directly against her with each grind.
Her fingers gripped the edge of the table, knuckles pale.
"Ahh~…"
A soft, involuntary moan escaped her before she could swallow it back. Tina's face burned. She couldn't believe she was doing this — that she, who had never paid much attention to men, was now grinding on another man's cock in front of her own mother and grandfather.
But beneath the thick layer of shame, her mind remained sharp.
This is humiliating… but if I endure it, I can survive this round. I need to play along until it's over.
Mike's hand slowly slid up from her hip, his fingers brushing lightly against the bare skin of her navel. The light touch made her stomach tighten, and her hips falter for a second. Tina pressed her lips together harder, trying to keep control.
"Master…" she whispered, forcing her voice to sound small and pleading. "Is it enough…? Please…"
She made the words sound weak, hoping it would stroke his ego.
Across the table, Richard suddenly slammed his fist down.
"You shameless bastard!" he shouted, his voice cracking with rage. "She's just a kid! Don't you have any shame?!"
The Rabbit-masked woman's voice cut in coldly from the speakers.
"Master Richard. Any further interpretation will result in immediate punishment."
Richard gritted his teeth and fell silent, his face flushed dark with humiliation and fury.
Mike didn't even glance at him. His attention stayed on Tina.
He could feel the growing wetness soaking through her micro-bottom and dampening his pants. Her movements had become slightly unsteady, and her breathing had turned heavier. She was getting close — he could tell by the way her thighs had started to tense around his leg.
Just as Tina felt the tight, itching pressure building between her legs, the heat coiling low in her stomach threatening to break, Mike suddenly patted her ass twice.
"That's enough," he said calmly. "You can go."
Tina's hips froze mid-grind.
For a moment, she didn't move. Her body was still tense, her thighs trembling from being pulled back right at the edge. She turned her head slightly, breathing hard, strands of her long blonde hair sticking to her damp forehead.
"…Really?" she asked quietly.
The reluctance in her voice was subtle, but it was there.
Diana's eyes widened.
She had been watching her daughter the entire time. She saw the way Tina's body had tensed when Mike told her to stop. She saw the brief flicker of frustration — almost disappointment — that crossed Tina's face before she could hide it.
She didn't want to stop.
A cold realization settled in Diana's chest.
This man is dangerous.
Tina slowly climbed off Mike's lap. Her legs were unsteady, and she had to steady herself on the table for a second. The front of her micro-bottom was visibly darker now, clinging wetly to her skin. She kept her head down as she walked back to her seat, her long blonde hair falling forward to cover her flushed face.
She sat down without looking at anyone, her thighs pressed tightly together.
The room remained heavy with silence after Tina returned to her seat. Mike leaned back in his chair, his eyes slowly drifting across the table until they landed on Diana.
She was staring straight at him.
There was no fear in her gaze this time — only pure, burning hatred. Her jaw was clenched tightly, and her hands gripped the edge of the table so hard that her knuckles had turned white. Even through the tight green turtleneck, Mike could see how tense her body had become. Her full breasts rose and fell with controlled, angry breaths.
A dark thrill ran through him.
Look at that… he thought, amused. The mother is finally showing her teeth.
The more hatred he saw in Diana's eyes, the more excited he became. He enjoyed it — the rage, the helplessness, and the way she was forced to watch her daughter slowly break.
Before the tension could stretch any further, the Rabbit-masked woman's voice returned.
"Some of our viewers have found the previous method of deciding the wheel spinner repetitive," she said sweetly. "Therefore, we have prepared a new challenge for the masters."
She paused for effect.
"From now on, the two masters will compete in a Lie Detection Challenge. The winner will earn the right to spin the wheel for the next round."
As she spoke, the doors opened. A man wearing a rat mask entered, pushing a small metal cart. On top of it sat a sleek black device — a thin, flexible collar connected to a small digital screen, with several thin wires ending in adhesive pads.
"The chosen slave will wear this device," the Rabbit-masked woman explained. "It monitors heart rate, skin conductivity, and involuntary physical responses. If the wearer lies, the screen will turn red. If they tell the truth, it will turn green. Masters may ask any question — personal, sexual, or humiliating. The first master to make the opposing team's slave trigger a red light two times will win the round."
She tilted her head.
"Master Mike, as the current leader, you may choose which slave from the opposing team will wear the device first."
Mike didn't hesitate.
"I choose the sexy milf," he said, looking directly at Diana. "I choose Diana."
Tina's head snapped up.
"You can't do that to her!" she shouted.
Mike smirked.
"I never said anything about touching her."
Diana's fists clenched on the table. She glared at Mike with cold defiance.
"I won't do it."
Mike simply glanced at the screen. The Rabbit-masked woman's voice turned colder.
"Slave Diana. This is your first warning."
Diana still didn't move. She sat rigid in her chair, refusing to comply. Clara and Sarah exchanged tense glances — they already knew what happened to those who refused.
Just as Diana was thinking of what else they could do to her, the slave collar around her neck suddenly activated.
Bzzzt—!
A sharp, painful jolt of electricity shot through her neck. Diana's entire body stiffened violently. Her back arched as a choked gasp escaped her throat. Her heavy breasts heaved from the sudden shock.
"Mom—!" Tina cried out, reaching for her.
Richard's face twisted in horror.
"Diana!"
The shock lasted only a second, but it was enough to leave Diana breathing heavily, her face pale and her eyes wide with pain. She had never experienced anything like it before.
Mike leaned forward slightly, his voice calm.
"The next one will be much more painful. Want to try again?"
Diana's breathing was ragged. She looked at Tina, then at Richard. After a long, tense moment, her shoulders slumped in defeat.
With trembling hands, she slowly reached up and placed the black lie detector collar over her existing slave collar. The thin wires were attached to her temple and the side of her neck.
The Rabbit-masked woman spoke again.
"Master Mike, you have three chances. If you make her lie at least twice, you win the round."
Mike nodded and looked at Diana. His first question was surprisingly simple.
"Did you love your husband?"
Everyone at the table looked confused. They had expected something cruel or sexual, not this.
Diana answered without hesitation.
"Yes. I do."
The small screen on her collar glowed green.
Tina let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Mike leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as he stared at Diana with a knowing smile.
"You're not satisfied with your husband sexually, are you?"
The room went still.
Diana's nails dug into her thighs beneath the table. Her mind raced.
Of course I'm satisfied… He's my husband…
She forced the words out.
"I am satisfied. He was my husband, after all."
The screen on her collar turned red.
A heavy silence fell over the room.
Tina's face paled. Richard looked down at the table, his expression filled with quiet disappointment and shame. Even Clara and Sarah looked away.
Mike laughed — a low, genuinely amused sound.
Diana's body trembled with humiliation. She didn't know if her husband was watching this, but if he was, she had just publicly declared him incompetent in front of thousands of people.
Mike's smile widened as he prepared his final question.
"Alright," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Last question."
He looked straight into Diana's eyes.
"You're excited right now, aren't you?"
Diana sat stiffly in her chair, her breathing uneven. The black lie detector collar felt heavy around her neck. She could feel everyone's eyes on her — especially Tina's and Richard's.
Mike's question hung in the air like a blade:
"You're excited right now, aren't you?"
Diana's mind raced. She wanted to deny it. She wanted to say no with confidence. But her body betrayed her before she could even speak. Her skin felt hot. Her nipples had hardened beneath the tight green turtleneck, and a shameful warmth had pooled between her legs ever since she watched Tina grinding on Mike's lap.
She swallowed hard and forced the words out.
"…No. I'm not."
The small screen on her collar flickered for a second.
Then it turned red.
A sharp, collective silence fell over the room.
Tina's face went completely pale. She stared at her mother in disbelief. Richard slowly closed his eyes, his expression filled with quiet shame and disappointment.
Mike leaned back in his chair and let out a low, satisfied laugh.
"Two reds," he said, clearly amused. "Looks like I win this round."
Diana's hands trembled on her lap. She kept her head slightly lowered, but the humiliation was written all over her face. She had tried to lie, and the device had exposed her in front of everyone — including her own daughter and father-in-law.
The Rabbit-masked woman's voice returned, cheerful as ever.
"Master Mike wins the Lie Detection Challenge. He will now spin the wheel for the next round."
A large wheel appeared on the central screen once again. Mike didn't even pretend to think about it. He reached forward and gave it a hard spin. The wheel turned rapidly, the sections blurring together in streaks of red.
Everyone watched in tense silence as it gradually slowed down.
Tina kept glancing at her mother. Diana still hadn't lifted her head. Her breathing was shallow, and her hands were clenched tightly in her lap.
The wheel continued to slow… slower… slower…
It finally stopped with a sharp click.
The Rabbit-masked woman read the result in her usual disturbingly sweet tone:
"The chosen slave will have a specially made cold vibrator inserted into her asshole. Since Master Mike is not allowed to touch Slave Diana directly, he may choose any person in this room to perform the insertion for him."
Clara's mouth fell open slightly. A wave of disgust and fear washed over her.
These people… what the hell is wrong with them? she thought, her face paling. How can they say something like this so casually?
Mike leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked across the table. His eyes first landed on Richard.
"Did you want to do it, old man?" he asked mockingly. "You must've been secretly hoping for something like this, right?"
Richard's face turned red with rage.
"Are you even human?" he spat. "Don't you have a mother? How can you—"
The moment Richard mentioned the word "mother," something in Mike's expression shifted.
The smug, arrogant look on his face disappeared for a brief second. His eyes darkened, and his jaw tightened. It was subtle, but both Clara and Sarah noticed it. Even Fin, watching from his office, caught the sudden change in Mike's demeanor.
Mike didn't respond to Richard's words. Instead, he turned his head and looked directly at Tina.
"Tina," he said calmly. "You do it."
Tina's eyes widened in horror.
Mike stood up and walked over to the table lined with various sexual toys. He picked up a thick, metallic vibrator that had been resting in a bowl of ice. Water droplets slid down its surface as he carried it back and placed it on the table in front of Tina.
"Put it in slowly," he said, his voice deceptively soft. "In your mother's asshole."
Tina stared at the cold vibrator, then at her mother. Her hands trembled violently on her lap. She couldn't bring herself to move.
The Rabbit-masked woman's voice cut in.
"You have thirty seconds. I'm sure you understand what happens if you fail to obey."
Diana closed her eyes for a moment. Then she slowly stood up. Her heavy breasts shifted beneath the tight green turtleneck as she turned around and bent forward over the table. She reached back with one hand, lifted the back of her dress, and pulled her panties down just enough to expose her ass.
Tina's breathing grew ragged. With shaking hands, she picked up the cold vibrator. It was thick, heavy, and painfully cold against her palm. She stepped behind her mother, her face twisted with shame and reluctance.
Diana's voice was quiet but steady.
"It's okay, baby… Just do it."
Tina bit her lip hard as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. She used one hand to spread her mother's ass cheeks, revealing her tight, untouched hole. Then, with trembling fingers, she pressed the freezing tip of the vibrator against it.
Diana's body tensed immediately.
Tina pushed.
The thick, ice-cold metal slowly forced its way inside. Diana's asshole stretched around the toy, the freezing temperature making the intrusion even more brutal. A sharp, pained gasp escaped Diana's lips.
"Ahh—!"
Tina kept pushing, inch by inch. The cold metal made Diana's body jerk with every movement. Her thighs trembled, and her fingers dug into the surface of the table as the thick vibrator was slowly buried deeper into her ass.
Tina was crying openly now. Her hands were shaking so badly that she had to pause several times. The wet, stretching sounds of the toy forcing its way inside her mother filled the silent room.
Schlick… stretch… schlick…
Diana's breathing came out in short, shaky gasps. Her full breasts pressed against the table as she bent over, her body trembling from the cold and the painful stretch. She kept her head down, refusing to look at anyone.
Tina finally pushed the last inch in. The vibrator was now fully buried inside her mother's ass, the base resting against her skin. Diana's body was shaking, and soft, pained breaths escaped her lips.
Mike watched the entire scene with a dark, satisfied expression.
Tina stood behind her mother, her hands still trembling as she stared at what she had just done. Tears continued to stream down her face.
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