Gone Phishing

How did I get here? Oh the shame of it.....! Years in tech companies meant I had received lots of IT training on how to spot a phishing scam. And yet...... Here I was. I should have been much more embarrassed.

Where I was, was being drugged on a massage table, face down as a lady explained my fate. Out of hours. In a nearly deserted commercial estate, in a quiet part of town. Don't click on links from senders you don't trust, People!.

It started innocently. The email from our company's sports and social club did not really appeal to me. I was a newish employee in a growing start up company, mainly populated by people quite a bit younger than me, lots of cocky recent college graduates and fairly inexperienced younger folk. Whereas, I was the mid 40s engineer with a bit more experience, drafted in to work on a new development project. Long hours and hard work, but exciting, working on a potentially lucrative new product. A fun place to work though, with a nice team.

The email offered a chair massage.

Now, in this part of Europe, these aren't as common as are in the States. Malls or shopping centers here in the UK don't have people getting shoulder rubs in public. Its just not the done thing. So I passed, and forgot all about it. Fast forward a week or two later, as i wandered for a coffee, an incredibly hot girl in her mid twenties, struggling with a bulky wheeled bag asked for help holding a door open. She was taller than average, with her brown hair neatly tied in a ponytail, her scrub top and leggings combo letting it discreetly be known what sort of shape she was in. She had the trim build of an athlete. It was a fantastic shape!

I obliged, obviously. Motivated by chivalry, politeness, and in some part, horniness..... I got a chirpy "Thanks!" and she was on her way. As i sat down in the break room with my coffee, I inquired about the mystery lady.

"Chair massage girl, they had her set up in the small meeting room across the corridor - she has the hands of a Goddess!" was the reply from a sleepy looking co-worker - still blissful from her company subsidized half hour shoulder rub. The regret hit me hard, I won't lie......

Because of this lingering annoyance, when the email arrived in my inbox the next day, with an offer for anyone who had missed out a massage, I suspected nothing, and jumped at the chance. The company had obviously shared their mailing list, right? I was honestly too relieved to question any further whether it was legit or not! I replied, made a half-assed excuse as to why I missed out the first time and waited to see what was on offer. The chance of even a shoulder rub from that girl was enough to warrant some effort after all!

With the email sent, the reply came swiftly. They had a slot available that evening after 7, in a walk in medical clinic in town, if that suited me? And, if I was prepared to let a trainee massage therapist work on me, they could do 90 minutes for the same discounted rate as the sports and social club had offered Too good to turn down, right? Too good to be true more like......

I arrived 5 mins early to the Dean medical center. Located in the middle of a mixed commercial park, between a cafe (closed for the evening), and a furniture shop. Pretty much all the businesses were closed, so I had no problems parking.

Freshly showered, I cautiously made my way through the mirrored glass front door. Medical smells, but weirdly quiet atmosphere. It was darker than I expected it to be. The young girl I had encountered at work was sat nonchalantly on the receptionist's desk, clearly waiting for me. "Hi, John?" she asked, as she hopped to her feet. "I'm Pauline, follow me please," she said cheerfully, walking toward a door marked "Exam room 1" I followed, as she started to explain the setup "We rent the space here to allow us to train people, please don't tell your friends from work, but I'm not fully certified yet!" I assured her that I was there based on the positive feedback from them, and so not to worry. She turned around to face me as she held the door open and winked as I passed her "Are you sure a cheap massage wasn't part of it???"

I laughed, slightly embarrassed, and thoroughly disarmed by how informal the situation was compared to the more common Thai massages available locally. She had a perkiness that was refreshing at the end of a work day, and dammit she was hot, and clearly very fit, she sprang along beside me as we walked into the large exam room. She was lithe and confident. dressed the same as earlier, but clearly more comfortable in her environment here.

Just off the center of the slightly darkened room was a normal looking, towel covered massage table, with dark drapes under the towel that reached down to the floor. The walls were lined with more normal doctors office paraphernalia - kidney bowls, stacks of cardboard boxes of disposable test kits and the like..... Maybe a touch more hospital than regular NHS doctors office. A scent diffuser was masking the antiseptic smell and making it seem more appropriate for a massage. Faint water sounds playing from somewhere completed the attempts to set the tone.

Stood by this table, was a lady, late thirties I guessed, professionally attired in a dark scrub-like outfit. Not as obviously pretty as Pauline, but she had an air of authority about her. Curvier than Pauline, with dark hair cut into a short bob, she looked smart and professional, almost like she was dressing down her appearance slightly. "Hi John, I'm Linda, are you ready to be our guinea-pig for the evening?" she beamed, making very direct eye contact.

"Sure thing, just let me know what you want me to do?"

She patted on the table. "We'll start with you face down here, have you been for a massage before?" I assured her that I had. "Well, you know the advice they always give to drink lots of water after a session? We try and get ahead of that, so that you're as comfortable as possible. If you could take what Pauline has for you there, please?"

I had lost track of Pauline in the gloom, but she approached with what looked like a glass of water. I took it and sniffed at it as I bought it to my face. "Its an electrolyte drink," she explained over her shoulder, as she walked back into the gloom. "It will taste a bit salty, but its supposed to be citrus flavor."

"Sure. I use the same stuff for hangovers," I assured her, trying to seem as confident as possible. They laughed politely. So far, so weird, but the thoughts of a long massage from not one, but two, very attractive ladies was helping me overcome the slight oddness of the situation. I was going to have to try hard not to embarrass myself as they turned me over, I worried......

Linda broke the silence as I tried the drink. "Right, you take your time with that, pop off you clothes, you can leave them on the chair over there." (motioning towards a plastic chair in the corner). "We prefer you fully undressed, but only if you're comfortable with that. If you want to use one of those horrible paper underwear things, there's one on the chair. Slip yourself under the towel and we'll be back in 5 or 6 minutes. OK?" She had the gentle authority of a teacher.

"Fine," I said, (Hint received on the underwear) "No problem," as they made their way out a side door. I undressed, taking my time, taking sips of the drink. it had a pleasant enough, but salty "energy drink" flavour. Now completely naked, I finished the glass, left it on the counter near the chair. I checked out the room as I walked over to the table, my eyes now adjusted to the dark. There was a normal tilting doctors table along one wall, with the obligatory posters of various sections of the body. A more elaborate dentist-style powered chair stood in the center, with gas bottles and other equipment I didn't recognize dotted around the room. The place looked like it was set up for small procedures, rather than just a regular doctor's office. An examination spotlight hung from the ceiling, looking a bit out of place in the darkness.

I started to relax into the atmosphere they were trying to generate. I was there to relax after all!

I tried to pull the towel down to slide underneath, but it was awkwardly stuck to the opposite side of the table, like tight bedding in a hotel room. No worries, I thought, they must be trying to make sure people aren't just barely covering their asses or something? I pushed it to the side, swung myself onto the table. I propped myself up on one elbow, reached back to throw the large towel over my back and legs. Satisfied, I nestled my face into the softly lined hole and arranged my arms by my side. I was really getting into this now, I took a deep breath, tensed up as much as I could for a second, and exhaled deeply and slowly, sinking into the cushioned table.

I was laid out flat, covered from my shoulders to ankles with a thick towel, as snug as if I was in my own bed.

A delicate knock on the door announced the return of the 2 ladies.

"Good. You're ready!" Linda said cheerfully. "So, Pauline, you can start your routine." Linda patted me on the shoulder. "I will be instructing her as she goes, we'll have a question or two for you along the way, but the aim is to let you relax. She's nearly fully trained now anyway, so she knows what she's doing! Have you any allergies or medical conditions?" I happily assured them that I hadn't..

Pauline was next to speak, asking about any areas I'd like her to focus on, and letting me know to guide her pressure. I told her she was the boss and she started with a gentle head massage as Linda started chatting to me "Thanks for doing this. I know its cheap for you, but we always struggle to get people who aren't complete creeps when we try to get volunteers to train young massage therapists." In the near darkness of the face hole, I could sense her moving around a bit. The towel was keeping me warm as Pauline did her thing. "We also offset the cost with other means too," Linda's voice seemed quite close this time. I heard a sliding noise right in front of my face as a slightly odd odor became apparent. "We try new things here for suppliers, we're trialing a type of aromatherapy at the moment." Ah, that explained it and I further relaxed as Pauline's gentle hands did their thing. She worked her way down my neck slightly, her soft but firm touch feeling amazing.

I could feel Pauline standing at the head of the bed. I could sense Linda still moving around the table as she delicately touched my calves and back. She seemed to just be just randomly touching me as she asked about my job.

I answered, but awkwardly. I have never great at small talk, but still, I knew was saying more than I should have, to be honest. Because of the sensitivity of the project I'm working on, I would tend to not share much detail about it, but I was now feeling super floaty and relaxed. "That's great, I just need to adjust your towel slightly," Linda said. I felt the towel tighten as she tucked it into something under the table. There was a faint sound of a ratchet, clicking in time with the tightening of the towel. This caused me to wake up slightly. I tested against the tightness as discreetly as I could. Pauline giggled, clearly able to see exactly what I was doing.

"He's starting to catch on, Linda" she laughed. "We didn't get him to drink the prep solution early enough!"

"Not a problem, my dear," Linda assured her, as I started to wriggle more under the towel. This was very odd! I was too well pinned down to effectively do anything, which was starting to get very concerning. "Just make sure he gets a few lungfuls of the gas and he'll relax, all the way to dreamland"

The odor I had been breathing become much stronger, I could now hear a faint hiss. I tried to lift my head, but Pauline easily pressed it back down - sealing me into the hole. My ears starting to ring, my head was feeling increasingly fuzzy. I could feel the warmth of her breath in my ear as Linda whispered: "Just relax and take a few more breaths, like a good boy, and you'll be awake again in no time at all, Here, I'll loosen the towel for you, its clearly making you uncomfortable". With a click, the tension in the towel released. Any ideas I had of trying to get up were dashed as I involuntarily took a deep breath.

Darkness, giggling voices, fading in and out. I honestly don't think I ever fully went out, but I was gone.... dreaming and floating, thoughts of the two hot massage therapists faded.

So. That's why you don't click on random links in emails. I slowly became aware again, not waking up as if I had been sleeping, just a slow return to consciousness. I was now sitting on what I had thought looked like a dentists chair but it had stirrups, and my legs were strapped into them, a little higher and further apart than my dignity preferred. But, I was covered with a blanket, so didn't feel too exposed really. I couldn't move my arms for some reason, but wasn't able to see why. Honestly, I was still bit too dopey to figure out what exactly was going on.

I looked around.

Linda stood to my right, smiling at me. "Hey sleepy head, you know, you're very chatty with the right encouragement?"

"What sort of encouragement?" I demanded. She nodded to my left where Pauline appeared, also grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Well..." Pauline paused, looking upwards and recalling "Some Valium and Viagra in the prep drink, then Nitrous-oxide for a few minutes, then a blast of Isoflurane after you started to get all excitable" She looked over at Linda, who nodded in confirmation.

Linda took over again "You see, John, you work on a project that some other companies are prepared to pay to know a little about. Just a little though, where you are in the development cycle, stuff like that. They want to know how fast they need to react" She ran her hand gently across my forehead, tucking my hair behind my ear tenderly. "We won't want anything patent-able or illegal, anything that could be traced back to you, so don't worry your conscience too much"

My earlier relaxation was fading quickly now "You can't do this! Jesus Christ! Surely you don't thi....MMMMMMHHHHH" I was cut off mid rant by Pauline pressing a clear mask to my face. I twisted ineffectually, still too groggy to fight back. The soft seal on the mask forced me to inhale the strong smell of what I now knew to be Isoflurane. It hit me hard again. My head was just starting to get fuzzy when she removed the mask again. She looked at my glazed eyes with a smug grin. She clearly enjoyed the power. Linda gripped my chin, facing me towards her, forcing me to look her in the eyes.

"Now, here's the deal. We already know some of what we need to, and we intend to get the rest from you, but we prefer only slight resistance. Pauline does like to show men who's boss, so keep a little fight for her enjoyment" she looked over me and grinned at Pauline, still holding my face towards hers. "Since bloody Brexit, there has also been a shortage of decent semen for fertility clinics in the UK. The choice we are going to give you, is between Pauline's little friend there, or the fun option" She nodded across to my left as she released my face.

Pauline, now looking sexier than I could have imagined with pure glowing confidence, held a filled syringe with a capped needle in front of my face. She stared at me like she could devour me if she felt like it. Wiggling the hypodermic playfully, she explained, "This is a hypnotic, it's used in surgeries to prevent you forming memories. If I stick this in you, you will barely remember leaving work this evening. And, you'll feel like shit for a day or two for good measure."

"Or," Linda took over, "alternatively, we can give you some much more pleasant drugs, help you to do you part for the infertile couples of your country, and have a little fun while we're all here and consenting?"

She paused to let it sink in. "So, we can give you the happy ending that you secretly wanted when you came here, the clinic here gets some semen and we get some information to sell. Nobody gets hurt, no hard drugs, no hangover even, if you're good. What do you say?"

What could I do? I had probably already told them more than I should have, I certainly didn't fancy getting injected with any nasty surgical drugs.... From the look on Linda's face, I knew she could already see that I wasn't going to say no. I smiled weakly at the two of them. The gas earlier had been kind of blissful, I thought to myself. They nodded at each another, smiling. In unison, they pulled the blanket off me.

Pauline walked around my raised foot, positioning herself in between my legs, and started gently teasing my balls. She grinned at me.

"Have you had Viagra or Cialis before?" Linda asked.

"No" I replied, moaning, as I became aware of just how hard I was.

Pauline started to stroke my dick very slowly. "Well, you're going to be hard for a good while after we've gotten the first good load out of you. Linda and I, we, eh, we might take advantage of the situation?"

"Do I have any choice?" I joked.

Pauline growled "It might not all be you getting spoiled like this" Her face was flushed. I would never have dreamed that I'd be naked with a girl that hot, and be able to see her so visibly aroused.

"Great then, lets have some fun! Give him some encouragement, but take your time, We want to tease a big load out of him, remember," Linda said, as she crossed her arms, grabbed the hem of her scrub top and pulled it off. She revealed the body of a woman who clearly kept herself fit, a sports bra showcasing cleavage I had not expected, not skinny like Pauline, but a flat stomach all the same. "You don't want to be over dressed, now, Pauline" she giggled. The delightful hand stopped stroking me. I looked down between my legs. Pauline had disappeared, but quickly straightened up into view again, apparently after popping her trousers off. I strained to lift my head up, but the restraints prevented me. I looked imploringly at Linda.

"Not yet, John, we have to look after our own safety! We can't have you getting over excited, and doing something silly!" She nodded at Pauline. "Lets knock some more of the strength out of him" Pauline walked towards the counters at the wall, her bare ass visible under her smock.

Linda reached down to strip off her trousers and pantys in a smooth movement. I was taking in that visual delight as I felt the shock of something very cold at my asshole! "Whoa! - What the fu......"

Again the mask clamped to my face, Linda this time. She whispered into my ear "This is just to relax you, take a couple of breaths for me. Good boy! What Pauline has there is an emergency seizure medication. That dosage would knock a teenager clean out, but it'll just keep someone your weight nice and weak and pliable for us" Pauline pushed some of the cold lube gently into me with a gloved finger. The gas was not nearly as strong as before, leaving me a bit giddy.

Pauline lifted up a small round tipped, syringe-looking thing "Do I give him the whole thing?" she asked Linda, who nodded. I felt it slide into me, and she emptied it into my ass. With a satisfied look, she removed it, took off the glove and went back to teasing my still rock hard erection. "Mmmhhhh, no resistance. I think he might be open to more of that sort of play" She winked at Linda.

Linda grinned as she looked at Pauline "Well, if I had you as doped up as this, you'd let me do whatever I liked to you! But you'll have time to fuck him in the ass later."

Linda removed the mask from me again. I took a few deep breaths, clearing my head slightly as a dull tingle started in my groin. "How long does it take to work?" inquired Pauline, still stroking me, more firmly now. I tried my best to lift my hips and thrust into her hand, but I was struggling to move with any conviction.