Tied to the mast

Whatever you expected your mother to take you to, it wasn't this.

You stand in front of your mother, both of you dressed rather differently than you were an hour ago. And with you are two more women, both your mother's age, also wearing identical outfits.

You are kneeling in a small circle, each wearing nothing but the tiniest bikini outfit, long black sheer opera gloves and stockings, and a gold-lined veil that matches your bikini, and obscures most of your face, leaving only your eyes exposed.

The woman who is apparently the leader and organizer of this little meetup speaks to the group, her insanely huge breasts jiggling lewdly with each breath she takes. Something about her eyes unsettles you. It's not that she doesn't look human... It's just that you feel like in the depths of her soul, there is nothing but sin and lust.{if@ images > 1}{if@ images != 3}

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"Greetings, Women of the Wild Watch. And welcome to our fourth outing. We have a guest joining us today, for the first time. I assume you'll be taking responsibility for her?" The devil-eyed woman directs the question at your mother, who immediately nods.

"Excellent. Well then, our carriage awaits. Enjoy yourself, ladies."

She leads your small group to some sort of vehicle. It's like... A modified horse drawn carriage, where instead of a carriage, there's a raised wooden platform, the sort you'd expect to see executions or **** auctions carried out on. At the center of the platform is a vertical wooden pillar, with several ropes and chains attached to it. You are led up some steps and onto this platform, and the three other women who aren't your mother busy themselves with binding themselves to some of these restraints, while your mother beckons for you to watch her.

"Watch carefully. You need to bind yourself at the waist here, nice and tight, and then click it shut with the padlock. We'll be unlocked after the 'experience' is over, okay?"

"But what are we doing?" You ask her in a hushed, nervous tone.

"You'll see soon enough, sweetheart." Marisa croons, her eyes adopting a similar sinful expression to what you saw in the other woman's eyes a few moments ago.

Still extremely confused about just exactly what is going on here, you just nod weakly and watch her tie herself to the 'mast' of this raised platform on wheels, while wearing nothing but an ill-fitting bikini and a veil.