Juliette slowly emerged from sleep. The room was warm, the bed firm beneath her back—and she was naked! That was wrong and so was the pillow under her butt. She tried to sit up only to discover that her hands were tethered to the headboard and her feet were held wide apart. Her new neighbor, Cindy looked down at here with a smile on her face and a syringe in her hand.
"There's just nothing like weight-adjusted sleeping pills and antidotes. Hello, Sleeping Beauty, and welcome to the formal initiation of the Coronado Condominium Cock and Cunt Club."
"Cynthia Burnbaum, what are you talking about? This is ridiculous, let me up at once!"
Cindy snickered. "Funny, that's exactly what I said when I was initiated. And you'll be 'up' alright, the men will see to that." She reached down and patted Juliette's round little belly. "This cute, plump little body of yours is going to get a real workout tonight. It's kind of a shame I won't be here to watch. However the wall between this bedroom and the next is pretty thin, so I expect to be able to hear you making lots of noise while we peg your Larry."
"This is crazy!" Juliette went livid with fear and rage, "you'll all end up in prison for years if you go through with this."
Cindy shook her head. "No, that only applies to rape and it's only rape if you don't want it. And I'll admit that right now you don't, but in fifteen minutes or so, you'll be singing a different tune, Ms. diMedea, believe me you will."
She turned away and picked up a polished walnut box and set it on the bed between Juliette's feet. From the box she uncoiled an electric cord and plugged it into the wall. Once the display inside lit up, Cindy took out a pair of electrodes and taped one to each of her prisoner's ankles. She turned a rheostat.
"One great thing about being female is that despite our protests and tears, we really are the lustier sex. And we're so easy to arouse, if you know how! Now, the current runs up your left leg and down your right. What's in between? Why, your pussy, of course, and you'll be amazed at how well it responds to mild electric current. And that's just the beginning, honey."
Cindy leered broadly and reached behind her to retrieve a squeeze bottle. Putting it to her nose she shot a mist up each nostril, smiled happily, and then put it to Juliette's nose.
"This is perfectly harmless and will make the night go so much better so you can either accept that you're going to get a dose or you can try and hold your breath, and that won't work. Which will it be?"
Juliette started to turn red as she held her breath as long as she could. Cindy shook her head in resignation and clapped her hand over her neighbor's mouth. When Julie finally exhaled and took a desperate deep breath, two quick squeezes sent whatever concoction was it in up into her mucus membranes.
"What was that, you bitch?"
"Tsk, tsk, such language. It's called PL-6983, and it's a genuine aphrodisiac. It works as well on us as it does on men and takes about fifteen minutes to take effect. Add that to the little electrons trickling so sexily through your clit and very soon dear little Juliette diMedea will be pleading for some stud to come fuck her. I'm going to leave you now and go wake up your hubby. He's next door all trussed up, too. However, he's in a different position because he's getting a different treatment. Don't go anywhere . . ."
Cindy snickered and wiggled her eyebrows lasciviously then walked out of the room shutting the door behind her.
Juliette fumed helplessly. She tried pulling on the tethers but though they were padded and comfortable, they were very strong and getting out was impossible. Tied down! She had never been one for anything but the most ordinary of sexual play and now she was in bondage. That was one of the few novelties Larry had wanted to try out in their seven years together but Juliette preferred the safe and familiar. That subject had come up at the condominium get together that evening.
It had started as an everyday, suburban party with the men off talking sports and the women huddled together talking clothes and kids. But then the girl-talk had gotten around to sex and very soon Juliette discovered that she was playing in a different league. Her neighbors were kinky. No other term fit. Julie was not exactly appalled but she did find her jaw dropping. Some of the things her neighbors liked were straight out of the most perverted pornography she could imagine. She had been getting hot, bothered and embarrassed and was about to excuse herself and suggest that she and Larry head home early when Colleen had handed her another drink and after that things got fuzzy.
Her neighbors had drugged her, that's what they'd done. And now she was tied down, helpless and—really very comfortable. And warm. And remembering the things they had talked about. And getting warmer—especially between her legs.
Cindy re-entered the room. Her tight sweater and ski pants were gone, replaced by a pair of black leather webs. One harnessed her breasts, lifting and flaunting them. The other circled her hips, leaving an opening to her pussy encircled by a steel ring. Standing beside the bed she ran her eyes approvingly up and down Juliette's body.
"Starting to feel the effects, are we? That's good. Let's see just how ready you really are."
She spread the dark curls around Juliette's sex and ran her finger slowly up and down the labia beneath.
"Well, look at you. All slippery, puffy and pink already—my goodness, Julie, you weren't as hard to convince as we feared. And so wet! Honey, what we're doing tonight is freeing your inner slut. Most women have one, we just won't admit it. That's about to change, Julie. By tomorrow morning when you see an attractive man your only question will be whether to give yourself to him or just take him."
She stuck a pair of fingers inside, getting a gasp in return. Wiggling the fingertips, Cindy massaged Juliette's G-spot, making her moan. She stuck her fingers in her mouth and sucked the juices off.
"Mm-hmm, positively delicious! Oh, the men are just going to have so much fun with you? And here, let me turn on the television so you can see what we women will be doing."
Juliette was starting to flush. She could feel the heat rise in her crotch and her face and spread up and down her whole body. "In—inner slut?"
Cindy licked her lips. "Oh yeah. It's that part of your brain that makes us different from other animals, makes us always receptive. It's the part of your deep brain that sees a man and thinks he'd make just the perfect father for your next baby, even when you're on the Pill. And when you combine that with some lovely modern technology, you get us."
There on the television was her husband hanging helplessly in a leather harness. The other women from the party were standing around him. All of them were naked and they all had harnesses on like Cindy's. Tabitha Martin was on her knees in front of Larry industriously sucking and licking his cock. Unlike Juliette, Larry diMedea was not struggling at all. For the present he was enjoying the attention. But Juliette could see that he was in for a surprise. The other women behind him were all fitting bright colored silicone dildos to their harnesses. It looked like a gang bang was about to start and he would be the banged.
"Are they—are they going to . . .?"
