Follow him wherever he leads!

After the man in the mask has put his clothes back on, he leads you out a different entrance, to an expensive looking black car. After guiding you to sit in the passenger seat, he gives you a black silk hood.

"The location of the game is confidential, so I need to ask you to wear this."

"Haha, that's hardly necessary, I have an awful sense of direction, and an even worse memory. But sure, I don't mind." You say happily, and blind yourself with the hood.

You kind of zone out once it goes black. A neutral, empty place like inside a blackout hood always brings a strong sense of calm over you, and you allow yourself to be driven somewhere, then guided to walk somewhere, then to be stripped, and then to have some new skimpy piece of underwear put on you, and then to be guided to squat and wiggle backwards, as your butt is pushed through some kind of butt-sized hole.

You don't really think much about any of it, just patiently waiting for someone to explain what is needed of you.

There's some loud sounds around you as some heavy things are moved into place, and then the hood is removed, but the room is pitch black too, so you still can't see anything.

Then there's some amount of time of almost complete silence. You have no idea how long, because you're still feeling so relaxed. It could have been 5 minutes, or an hour. The only thing you hear during this time, is the muffled sound of another woman coughing a couple of times, from over to your left.

Then all of a sudden, from behind you, the room fills with the sound of a large group of men arriving into the room. Lots of heavy footsteps, and the sounds of a few manly deep voices chatting. After a minute or so of this, someone claps their hands three times, and the men go quiet.

"Welcome, gentlemen, to another round of our beloved Sex Game. We have two contenders tonight, one of whom will win the title of Object Of The Month, leaving with her debts erased, and the other of whom will leave with nothing, other than a rather sore asshole after her punishment forfeit is complete."

The men all cheer. Meanwhile you shift uncomfortably in your awkward squatting position - you might be a sexual diva, but anal sex is not your strong suit. You don't particularly enjoy it, and certainly don't want to receive some kind of anal sexual forfeit that leaves you with a painfully sore butthole.

"And now let us reveal the two contenders. Or rather, the only part of them that matters!" The announcer says with a rising pitch, and then you hear a curtain being drawn."

Excited "Ooh"s and "Aah"s echo around the room from behind you. You are smart enough to work out that they must be able to see nothing but your butts, in the skimpy thongs that you've been clothed in, through a hole cut into some kind of barrier or stage prop. You reason that the other woman, the one you heard coughing, must be in a similar position, to your left. You wonder if you'll ever get to see what she looks like.

"Our three esteemed judges will be rating each girl on how well they can perform one simple task - be the best object they can be. Quite simply, all they need to do is... Nothing. They are, until the game is over, nothing but mute, unthinking, butts. Or at least, that is what they will doing their best to convince us. The judges will be paying close attention, and will penalize the contenders for each movement, sound, or facial expression they notice."

The men break out into a round of applause, as if this explanation deserved one. As much as you feel a little nervous now that anal sex has been mentioned, you also still feel quietly confident. Zoning out and becoming a thoughtless object is pretty much your speciality. Especially when it's all dark like this.

Oh yeah... If it's all dark like this, but the men behind you can see you, then you must be inside some smaller chamber, separated from the main atrium. Huh.

"In round 1, a raffle will decide which two lucky attendees today get the honors of sampling these butts with their fingers and mouths."

You hear the faint sound of papers rustling.

"Butterfly and Flamingo, you are up!" The announcer declares. You imagine that those might not be their real names.

There's another polite round of applause, and then, once again. Silence.

Suddenly and without warning, the fabric of your underwear is yanked upwards, giving you a rude wedgie.

"And now to complete the opening ceremony. In three, two one..."

The fabric that has been yanked up is suddenly cut, and the entire skimpy garment pings off your body, ruined, exposing your beautiful shaved pussy and cute little asshole to the crowd of men behind you.

You have a good mental image in your mind of what that must look like from their perspective.

Despite your expansive sexual history, you've never been exposed like this in front of a group of people before. You feel defenceless and **** in a way that you never have before.

But as the man just said, in order to win this Sex Game, you have to just stay like this, and let them do whatever they want to your butt, and your precious little holes.

Without moving an inch, or making a sound.

And then, in the next moment, something happens that makes you both jump, and squeak with shock.