Author's Note: It is recommended that you read the first two chapters first because it will help to solve any confusion you may experience.
I find myself inside a very dark parking garage not knowing how I got here or if even one of these cars is mine. I stop and look into a rear view mirror so that I can go try to answer one of my most important questions...what do I look like? The mirror, however, does not help for it does not want to give off my reflection. I know it is not broken because I can see the walls of the garage behind me in the reflection but it refuses to show me.
"Damn," I shout and slam my fist onto the top of the car.
"Jake..." I hear a voice hiss at me from a few yards away. "Will you be quiet!"
I hear the echo of my impact echoing through the garage as the new figure steps forward.
I am pleased to see that it is the woman from the beach house dream a few days ago. She is clothed all in black. I look over my wardrobe and realize that so am I.
"Jake, "I begin. "Jake. Is that my name?"
She looks at me, "Of course it is, stop playing around!"
She looks nervously around and leans forward. "Do you have it?"
I stare at her not knowing what to say. What am I supposed to have, I think as I pat down my body.
She groans and places her head in her hands.
"It doesn't matter anyway."
The female voice takes us both by surprise and we look at an approaching figure. She steps into the path of a moonbeam and I find myself looking at the brunette. I look at the other woman and can spy a look of anger in her eyes.
The moment is tense. I can hear my heartbeat in the quiet darkness. The woman looks at me and winks. I see her mouth silently say "Now" and she begins to run.
I try to follow but the brunette tackles me to the hard pavement. I feel a needle poke my neck and her voice whispers in my ear. "Don't fight, Jake. It's for your own good."
Drowsiness overcomes me and the last thing I hear is gunshots before darkness engulfs me.
As I waken, I expect to see the white room that has been my prison but blackness greets me. I feel a cool breeze caress my skin and I shudder. I look around at my surroundings.
Once again I am in an empty room. I am also naked but no longer mobile. I find myself suspended in air, my hands bound together by rope that ascends into black nothingness above me. I look to the ground and notice that I am only a few inches above ground. I try to stretch my toes but it is useless.
"Welcome to the living."
The deep male voice echoes through the room.
I jerk my head to try to get some indication as to the voice's origin but I see nothing.
The speaker laughs.
"Nice try."
"Who are you," I scream into the blackness.
No answer.
"Where am I?"
Silence.
I hang my head low and whisper..."Who am I?"
I hear muffled conversation and then the speaker turns his attention back to me.
"What can you remember?"
I decide to lie.
"Nothing!"
"That is unfortunate," replies the speaker.
"What is going on," I ask, pleadingly.
The speaker clears his throat. "All I can say is that you have a secret. I am a procurer of information and I need that secret."
His voice becomes harsher.
"I will have that secret!"
A spotlight clicks on and I can see the four women who take turns bringing my meals.
"Enjoy your.....exercise time. Good day."
I hear a door open, then close and I am left with the four women. They say nothing as they stand in the light and stare at me. My memories of the fuck sessions I have had with them spring into my mind and my cock begins to rise. The women smile but they do not move. I stare at them and I notice they all are wearing very skimp, very revealing white nurses outfits. No obvious bra is wore by any of them and very likely no panties.
I hear a door open and the sound of footsteps approach me. A spotlight descends upon me and I can only watch as the brunette walks up to me She stops only inches before me and I look her over. She too is wearing the same nurses outfit as her companions. Whoever the speaker is, I think, he does like to keep himself surrounded by beautiful women.
She glances at my stiff cock and grins.
"You are a healthy man, "she says as she touches it. A bolt of electricity shoots up my nervous system. "How many times have you cum in the past few days," she purrs. "And you still get erect when you see us.."
She cups my balls and squeezes them. Pleasure is replaced by pain.
She releases and walks around to my backside. She slaps my ass a couple of times. She leans to my ear, grabbing my ass as in her hand, and whispers..."Did that hurt my little, bitch?"
From her the question sounds very seductive as she digs her fingernails into my ass. She releases her grasp and the four women giggles. She walks to where they are standing and pulls a chair into the spotlight. She sits down and spreads her legs so that I can see that she has no panties under her skirt.
