The little black soft ball had turned out to be black crotchless lace panties and a push-up bra that only held her breasts up but left her nipples exposed, like a hand cupping underneath to present her boobs to the world. She felt very exposed and paraded around like that, especially on the high heels.

"Now the world can see what you are! Offering your pussy to anyone!" Jake hissed into her ear with bile and anger. His words sounded icy threatening and dangerous. She was shocked at how hard his hatred was. However, whatever he had given her in the vial completely dulled her. By the time the words were received by her mind and landed as emotions, the charge had evaporated. She clearly understood his words and tone like she was in mortal danger. Yet she couldn't feel any hint of danger at all. She was simply standing there. She could only sense the antechamber and the party vibes seeping in through how people around her acted and the boom-boom music that drifted through the curtains whenever they were opened.

She had a bit of a meat curtain down there. Everyone would be able to see it. She would be revealed to the world. She had a little mole next to her nipple that sometimes almost looked like a second nipple but a darker nipple. Everyone would be freely able to stare at her, every person they passed and every person across the room.

He walked her through the curtain. The sights were overwhelming. Colorful lights projected into the fog of a dim room. By any guess, it was a huge room with a bar, different spaces, and transparent curtains segmenting off areas. The first thing she saw was a woman in lingerie curled up inside of a cage - a box with heavy steel bars, made for the size of a large dog. Another woman was chained to a cross and getting whipped. Her cries cut over the dance music every time a whip hit her back that had already marks running across it. A man crawled behind a woman in black latex boots. He was wearing a gold chain around his neck. Another woman was lying belly down on a bench while two guys were fucking her - one in the mouth and one from behind. She seemed like a toy that was overpowered and deprived to take it.

The shock set into her body. The sights were so overwhelming. However, whatever was in the vial, no matter how much her body somewhere reacted to it, her pulse didn't quicken. She expected herself to tighten up and feel. However, her body only reacted with that constant warm tingling that she felt since trying to get out of the car.

He calmly walked her through the crowd of men in tuxedos, men only wearing cock and ball torture devices, and women dressed in all kinds of fantasy-invoking sexual getups. By all measures, her outfit was exposed but really tame. It was simply pretty underwear, nothing overtly kinky or sexualized. There seemed to be some sort of guardians. There were male and female creatures towering over everything with lit-up red armbands. They were staring and monitoring the room. One guy was wearing a gas mask and a black soldier uniform made of latex. His boots were an entire foot tall. The breathing tube of his gas mask bounced like an elephant's trunk.

The bar had been his destination. He lined up for the bar. The couple in front of them struck up a conversation. It was surprisingly normal. The couple asked how long they had been coming. When the couple found out that it was their first time, they turned all friendly to make them feel welcome. The couple offered that Pruna might like to experience some impact play. "I'd love to" was her response, which utterly surprised her. It was like her mouth belonged to another person. She was so agreeable. Anything they offered that she might like, she agreed to. She started feeling very confused why this was happening. Jake's smirk grew more and more evil. It was a strange mixture of growing in intensity but also feeling like relief because his emotions were finally coming out. He was a terrible conversationalist. The couple did most of the talking with a lot of kindness and care.

The bartender was wearing a black tophat, leather harness, and sparkly-red jock strap. They had made it to the front of the bar. Jake asked for a whiskey neat. The bartender was so happy and jovial, he was almost offended when Jake refused the artisan cocktail because they were included in the price of the ticket. He offered her the special. By this point, she wasn't surprised anymore to hear herself agree to it. Jake stopped her. "No alcohol for her," he said firmly. The bartender nodded. She saw the person next to them order the special from the female bartender. As they walked away, she saw in the corner of her eyes, how the female bartender leaned forward to pour the liquor over her shoulder so that it would run down the gully of her spine to the waiting patron's tongue between her bare butt cheeks.

Jake's face looked mortified. He needed to drink himself courage for whatever he was going to do next. She had actually never seen that much emotion on his face before in her life. He was generally a pretty placid guy. Whatever was in the vial kept her in a happy-go-lucky mood to go with whatever was going to come next.

He walked her back through the bizarre, circus-like crowd. He was heading straight for the far side of the room. There was an opening into another space. As they crossed the threshold, he hissed into her ear over the thunder of the music, "This is the fuck room!" He said it with so much bile in his voice, like he wanted her to know how repulsive the room was going to be. Even though intense things happened in the big space, everyone seemed happy about what they were doing. Jake was the only one with a sour mood. His mood stood out like a sore thumb.

The new room was smaller. There were seethrough fabrics suspended from the ceiling to create space with partial privacy and a tent-like roof. The sound level was much lower. And once they stepped more inside, there was a different DJ playing calming serenades. Also the demeanor of people was more calm. They seemed to mainly passively observe or slowly sensually make out. Well, actually, they were doing blow jobs. Oh wow! They were full on fucking on the couch. The room came into better view. For the most part, it was covered with black mattresses on the floor and lit up stations with condoms and lube. She could smell the scent of sex now.

Jake paused for a bit. His face flushed red with shame of staring at the people having sex on the mattresses on the floor. She could see the tent of his erection in his pants. He seemed very embarrassed about his physical reaction to the room. She quickly touched the crotch of his pants with her hands to show her how willing she was. His face turned into a pained grimace in response like the inner turmoil completely overwhelmed him.

She squatted down and reached for his zipper. Surely, he brought her hear to indulge in fucking her in front of everyone. Yet he pulled her away and made her stand. He stepped deeper into the space between the mattresses. He had some kind of plan. She got a feeling that it was a bad plan. Part of her plane was screaming in primal reaction to a mortal danger. She could that was happening. However, the vial had numbed her so much that none of the emotions reached her.

He stopped in front of a group orgy. There were six naked bodies enmeshed with each other. A female crotch was being eaten by a man. Her head disappeared somewhere under a pile of bodies, doing something. The center of the pile was a woman riding a man while she made out with another man. Someone else simply laid there caressing a back while observing. There was actually a seventh person. It was really hard to figure out to whom all these body parts belonged. There was moaning coming from a face. There was a groin humping something.

The scene utterly mesmerized her. She marveled at it for minutes simply to try to figure out what was going on and if there was perhaps an eighth person hiding in the pile. Jake seemed to be stumped by the scene as well. He woke her up out of the stasis by grabbing her arm harshly and pulling her forward. She stepped onto the mattress, feeling that she had violated sacred space. She was disturbing the group, but Jake relentlessly pushed her forward and down. She squatted. Her butt fell on some legs, probably multiple people. Arms started reaching up her torso and her own arms. The caresses were so soft, so eager, and so curious to explore her. She through a forlorn look to Jake who stared at her with bitterness as the group orgy pulled her in to make her disappear into the pile.

"Do you like to make out?" a cute young woman asked her with blue eyes only two inches in front of her own eyes.

Pruna hadn't known where the head appeared from. Her predictable answer was "Of course!"

"Do you like your nipples sucked on?", "Do you want to be fingerblasted?", "Do you want a cock in your pussy?", "Can I put it in your ass?", "Suck this dick!" whispered her way.

Her answers were "of course!" and "I'd love to!"

She was quickly devoured into the center of the group orgy. There were bodies underneath her. There were bodies on top of her. Her hands touched a belly that she didn't know whom it belonged to. Her fingers were guided into a pussy. She was moaning. She was wet. She was horny. Everything around her was slippery from sweat, pussy juices, and cum. They were all really nice people.

"You don't need condoms, do you?" a voice asked her. She didn't even turn around and said to feel free to use her without it.

The drug from the vial had a strange effect. She was clearly moaning and sweating from the sex. It was like her body was aroused and turned on. However, it didn't reach her emotions. She felt passive even though her tongue was making out with a man with a scruffy beard while someone else was fucking her and another mouth was on her right nipple.

Somewhere in all of this she heard Jake's voice. He was whispering into her ear, clearly afraid that the others would hear him, "Show the world what a whore you are! That's your true nature. And after they are through with you, you'll be so defiled no single man on this earth will want you. You are such a disgusting slut taking every which cock you can get."

He was silent for a while, watching her getting fucked. She could see that he still sported a boner in his pants. Then, he added, "You are done after this. You'll be worthless as a woman because you've given everything away. You'll be shunned by all men except for being their toys." She was moaning into his face. The cock inside of her was of medium size but hit all the right spots so well. She was feeling so good from her distant cockpit, where she observed emotions from.

One of the guardians, a tall woman with model-thin limbs, strutted towards Jake and squatted down next to them. "Is he making you uncomfortable?" the guardian asked Pruna.

"No, of course not, he's my husband," she said. The guardian looked at them with a long pause to read their faces.

"Have you imbibed in any substances?" the guardian asked.

Pruna froze up. She could feel that she would get Jake in trouble if she told. Somewhere her feelings for his safety were so strong that it overpowered the vial, and she said, "No!" The guardian didn't seem to buy it. Her face seemed to be too obvious. However, the guardian, after more pensive investigation of her face, withdrew.

The menagerie continued. A smooth, young voice of a blond guy next to her whispered into her ear: "We are going to put a second cock in you. Is that alright?" She nodded eagerly. Oh wow! There were so many things she was feeling that she had never felt before.

Right as she was surrendering into it, the guardian came back with a second guardian. The second guardian was dressed like a Viking with a helmet, harness, and loincloth. They leaned in towards Jake and told him, "Can you come with us to talk in a quieter place?" She looked at him longingly as he was being walked away.

"The guardians hear are really good. That guy was creepy as fuck!" said the young blond guy with the buzzcut while he warmly and rhythmically humped into her.

She had a strange feeling like she should be sad, but a black haired Asian woman touched her cheek to guide Pruna to look at the Asian woman. "Don't be sad!" said the Asian woman and lowered her lips onto Pruna's lips to make out. There was indeed very little to be sad about with all the caresses on her body. The drug from the vial told her to relax into that because it enhanced the tingles her body felt.

Two guys came on her chest from opposite sides. Two women, like a competitive game, leaned forward with their long hair pulled back to lap off the semen while slathering their tongues over her boobs. She learned to be a good giver as well. Any time she had a free hand, she searched with it for a dick to stroke or a pussy to fingerblast. All in all, it was happy to not even be concerned whom was what being done to. They turned into a multi-limbed organism.

Eventually, even that menage turned down. They were getting exhausted. The horniness had dissipated. Loins could no longer be inflamed. The others seemed to all know each other like a group of friends. Pruna sat up on the mattress on the floor. She looked around to see the people having sex around her. Some people were coupled up and others in groups. Some people were in full heat fucking. Others were resting against the wall, slowly sticking a hand into the underwear of their partner to rub them.

The tall, female guardian walked towards Pruna with struts. The guardian bent down and handed Pruna a small bag. "I've got your clothes here," the guardian said. That meant that Jake was gone. Pruna instantly felt lost. She got up. She hadn't been navigating the space before. She had simply followed Jake. She didn't know what was where. There were hundreds of people around her, dancing, fucking, and shouting at each other. The lighting was very disorienting. She stumbled away from the mattress, leaving her exposing underwear behind. She was completely naked with the bag in her hand. Barefoot, she staggered around. People slowly eyed her but didn't move towards her. They were watching her in a passive way like they had been passively watching many kinky things happening all around. She saw a female face on the floor with a black combat boot pinning her head to the concrete. She dug out of the way of a flocker reaching back to fly forward to hit with thunder onto a bare back that curved in agony from the hit. She didn't want to end up there. Somewhere she was aware enough that she was drugged in a very out of control environment.