Jenn slowly started returning to consciousness, but it wasn't easy. It was like she was trying to swim to the surface of an inky blackness, one that made no sense, but as she started gathering her wits, soon she was becoming aware. She opened her eyes, ignoring the mild headache from her previous night of drinking - which she could barely remember - and tried to figure out what was going on. Her hair was pulled back on her head, in a pony tail, but she hadn't remembered doing her hair that way last night.

What is this place? Why am I here? The room was clearly a basement, and unfinished at that. Bare concrete walls and floors were the only décor, and the ceiling was nothing more than beams. She realized that she was seated on a stool of some sort, but her arms felt rather funny. When she tried to turn her head to see what the problem was, she found she could barely move it. What the fuck?

By straining her neck, she was able to see a metal rod running perpendicular to her body, originating at the back of her neck. It was about 30 inches long and, while Jenn still had no idea why there it was there, what concerned her more was that she could see her hand as well as the black leather cuff that was secured to a ring at the end the bar. A tiny padlock appeared to be locked through the tine of the buckle. Two cords ran from the ring in the end of the bar and up toward the ceiling at different angles; clearly they had been keeping her upright while she had slept. She checked the other arm, and found it restrained in the exact same manner. Although she couldn't see them, her elbows felt similarly restricted.

Next, she looked down, which was even more difficult than looking to the side, and saw a second bar between her legs at the ankles, holding them wide apart. She wore ankle boots with extremely high stiletto heels on her feet, which was odd because she didn't own any shoes like that. She tried to lift her legs, but found that the center of the bar was clipped to the floor.

Worst of all, the only clothes she seemed to be wearing besides the boots was a pair of black stockings and what felt like a garter belt. If any other part of her was covered by clothing, it was far too wispy for her to feel it.

"Hello? Hello!" There was no verbal response, but she did hear a door open behind her, followed by several footsteps. "Who's there?!" She got no response, but a second later the cords attached to the bar went taut and pulled her to her feet. "Hey! Stop!" The pulling stopped, but only after Jenn was standing in place. Immediately, she realized that standing in the heels for any length of time would become difficult. She heard someone pull the stool away, followed by footsteps.

When Yukiko, Eileen, and Krystal, all dressed in heels and skimpy lingerie, walked into view and faced her, Jenn blanched. It took her a second to comprehend who was standing in front of her, and once she did, she questioned why. Her mouth hung open in shock.

"Geez," Yukiko said to her friends, "that's the first time she's shut the fuck up in weeks. Maybe we won't need a gag." They laughed.

"Wait," Jenn said as she tried to make sense of the situation. "You guys tied me up? Why? What's going on?"

"Because," Eileen said, "we are sick and fucking tired of your boasting, your gossip, your lies, your racism, your homophobia, and your condescending attitude."

"What? But that's just talk," Jenn protested.

"Really?" Krystal snarled. She seemed angrier than the other two. "It's 'just talk' when you say 'Well, Krystal tries, but we know that she's only one generation removed from her jungle-bunny family?'"

"Or," Yukiko cut in, "is it 'just talk' when you talk about how I can't drive because I'm a - and I quote - a 'ching chang chung' girl only good for serving sake in a kimono?'"

"It could be," Eileen added, "that you think it's 'just talk' when you ask if my mouth smells like cunt because I'm bisexual."

"How did you know about that?" Jenn asked, agape.

Eileen answered. "We're friends. Unlike you, I'm not a racist. Just because I'm white, Krystal's black, and Yukiko is Asian doesn't mean I criticize them, just like they don't criticize me for being bisexual. They are decent people. You might think you're one of us, but you're not. We share what you say when you demean or degrade any of us. You're such a coward and so blind that you think you are just everyone's best buddy."

Jenn closed her mouth, upset that she had been called out.

"And," Yukiko continued, "it probably shouldn't come as a surprise now, but we know that you fucked both mine and Eileen's ex-husbands before we were divorced."

"I'm sure you would have fucked mine too," Krystal added, "but I doubt you would want to get fucked by a black cock."

Jenn's eyes were as big as dinner plates. "No, I never did that."

Yukiko said nothing, but held up a tablet. A video started playing, showing Jenn sitting naked on top of Yukiko's husband in bed, riding his dick with her head thrown back in ecstasy. Jenn closed her eyes at being proven a liar as well as an adulterer.

"And I know we weren't divorced, or even separated yet," Yukiko answered, "because I got this before I signed the papers."

"So," Eileen said, "I have a video just like it with you and Tom."

"Who took these videos?" Jenn demanded.

"Does it matter?" Yukiko responded. "Do you think that has anything to do with you fucking our husbands - even if we were on the outs? You're disgusting."

Now Jenn appeared a bit angry. "Well, maybe if you dumb bitches had been decent in bed, your men wouldn't have had to come to me for some satisfaction." Her lips curled up in a defiant smile.

"You know," Krystal mused, "you'd think that she would know better than to mouth off to three pissed-off women while she's tied up with her legs spread wide and her tits hanging out. I'm not sure if you have figured out that we're all going to enjoy that aspect."

"Wait," Jenn said, once again going from arrogant to confused. "You guys are... I mean, you're going to do things - sexual things - to me?"

"Of course," Yukiko said, putting her arm around Eileen. "Yeah, Eileen is the one who is really bisexual, but I always knew I had a little attraction to other women. I haven't done much about it, though."