As the day began to wind down, Eric found himself between the last little town he passed through and Heightsville, Indiana. When he set out on his cross country journey hitchhiking instead of traveling by car, bus or plane, he had promised himself he wouldn't get caught late in the day out on the road in the middle of nowhere. He had stopped for a meal at a small cafe in the last town, and had thought he would be able to make Heightsville by dark. Now his feet had begun to hurt and he was more in the mood for a nap than anything else. The traffic along this portion of highway had been pretty unresponsive to his thumb, and he had resigned himself to the fact he would end up walking the rest of the way.
Then out of the blue, he heard a car approaching from behind. As he turned, the red sports car grew closer and he recognized the two women in the front seat. He had noticed these two back at the cafe and had imagined how much fun it would be to hitch a ride with a couple of women as beautiful as these were. He threw his thumb up in the air and lo and behold, it appeared his luck had changed. The car screeched to a halt just ahead of him and he hurriedly made his way up to the passenger side.
As the window slid down, the sexy redhead inside looked him up and down, coolly appraising him, then asked with a laugh, "Going our way, stranger?"
Never one to pass up a promising opportunity, Eric threw his pack in the back and climbed in himself. Settling in the middle of the seat, he wondered how this turn of events might play out.
"How far you two going?"
"We aren't sure yet." The two giggled as the car sped off.
As they put some miles behind them, Eric introduced himself and explained that he was finally realizing his lifelong dream of hitchhiking across the good old USA. Lisa, a tall but curvy blonde, and Pam, the redhead, appeared to be impressed and kept talking about how exciting it must be to just start out walking and seeing parts of the country you wouldn't otherwise see. Upon reaching Heightsville, the trio stopped at the local kwic-pic market for some drinks with the ladies opting for wine coolers while Eric's taste lay more along the lines of a half case of beer.
"Ya know, Eric, " Lisa spoke up, "we're on a little journey ourselves and you're welcome to ride along. As long as we're headed your way, it could be fun."
Eric readily agreed, blatantly eyeing Lisa's ass as she led the way out of the store. Pam popped another CD into the stereo, and they were off again. The three chatted easily, seeming to get along really well. Pam had unbuttoned her blouse partially, allowing the late afternoon breeze to blow over the tops of her well-formed breasts. Eric was particularly impressed with her generous cleavage and was finding it difficult to keep his eyes off her obviously hardening nipples. Exchanging small talk about sex, the conversation grew ever more arousing, but they each cautiously avoided becoming too personal.
"Eric, you should have tried one of these wine coolers, " Lisa remarked. "This new flavor is absolutely awesome! You just have to try it."
Just to be sociable and keep the "good vibes" flowing, Eric agreed to take a sip. How could he refuse a request from woman who possessed such sensual, pouting lips? Pam took Lisa's bottle, poured a generous amount into a cup that had been sitting in a holder on the dashboard, and handed it back to Eric with a sly wink.
No fan of fruity alcoholic concoctions, Eric nevertheless downed the cold liquid quickly and faked a murmur of approval while privately wondering what was wrong with Lisa's taste buds. After a half-hour or so had passed, Eric began to feel a little strange. He thought, "No way three beers has me this far along."
Clearing his throat, he asked, "Lisa, ummm, would you mind pulling over? I think I need some air and a quick walk around the car might help."
The two women laughed and Pam asked him jokingly if he had ever drank before. As he tried to form a response, the lights went out......................
When he finally began coming around, Eric found himself tied to a tree. Leather cuffs bound his wrists and ankles with a rope running through the rings on each keeping him bound closely to the trunk. He had no idea where the fuck he was and there was no sign of either Lisa or Pam. With his vision a little blurred and his head spinning, he felt as if he had been on a two-day drunk. Suddenly, he heard footsteps crunching through the leaves.
"Sounds like more than one person, " he thought. He tried to call out for help but his throat was so dry, he could barely whisper. Just as Eric finally got some of his voice back, Pam and Lisa appeared, walking towards him. They were dressed in black leather vests that barely contained their breasts and leather pants that clung to their asses like second skin. Lisa was carrying what appeared to be a riding crop, and Pam was hiding something behind her back.
His eyes trying to focus better, Eric blinked in confusion as his mind struggled to accept what his eyes were seeing. "Alice down the rabbit hole, " he thought. "Now I get ya, Lewis Carroll."
"Pam…. Lisa… what the fuck is going on?"
The two vixens had almost identical angelic smiles on their faces as they stepped up to their captive.
"Oh, Eric, " Lisa tapped him on the chest with the crop. "Remember that "fun" I mentioned? Don't look now, but it's about to begin."
Pam leaned closer to whisper in his ear, "You're to be our little fuck toy, baby. Haven't you always wanted to be used and abused like the slut you are?"
Eric flinched as she nipped his earlobe before stepping back. He was stunned to realize his cock was hard, more than hard; it was straining at the zipper of his jeans. As he glanced down, Lisa took notice and prodded at his bulge with the crop.
"Looks like he has decided to join the party, Pam."
The bouncy redhead giggled, "Doc Jones must have added some viagara to that little cocktail he mixes up for us."
Eric's dark eyes darted back and forth between his captors. Nothing in his previous experience had prepared him for a situation like this and he fought to maintain some semblance of self-control. All that was shattered however, when Pam revealed the items she had been holding out of view. Raising her hands up in front of Eric, she dangled a leash in one hand, and some contraption of leather straps and steel rings in the other. She laughed gleefully at the expression on the young man's face and nudged her cohort.
