DVDs

You decide to go with the DVDs. Those would probably be the least harmful, right? Just porn.

"Oh, really? Come downstairs, there's a TV down there."

Mandi's basement is incredibly bare. Nothing's in there except a chair and a big flatscreen TV.

"Go ahead, sit down," Mandi says. "I have to grab somethin'. Put on the diaper while you wait."

You put on the diaper and sit down in the chair. Suddenly, a pair of cheerleaders jump out of nowhere, both holding rope. Before you can react, your arms are tied behind your chair, and your legs to the chair's legs. A rope is wrapped around your head and the chair, forcing you to stare straight at the TV. A pair of headphones are inserted into your ears, so you can't ignore the sounds.

"And...play!" giggles Mandi, pressing a button on the remote. What plays is 2 hours of blowjob footage, filmed from the girl's perspective. The headphones pump every slimy slurp, every pleasure moan, every seductive whisper into your ears. Accompanying the audio is a never-ending loop of strange, hypnotic music. Words seem to play along too, but every time you figure out one is another plays and you forget.

By the time it's over, you've totally lost track of time. You apparently wet yourself at some point. Mandi and the girls are gone to, leaving you tied to the chair. What do you do?