"Is this seat vacant?"
She asks the question with a lovely smile as she tilts her head slightly. It's Friday afternoon and not very crowded at the bar.
I return the smile and pull back the chair so she can sit down. She is a beautiful lady in her mid-thirties with long raven black hair.
We introduce ourselves, and I ask if she wants something to drink. When the waiter brings the drinks to the table, I discreetly tell him to put it on my card.
I'm a little unfamiliar with this situation, to be honest. Coming out of a long relationship t has been several years since I was out in the city and single.
She asks lots of questions about me but tells very little about herself.
I'm a little puzzled over this, but I am fascinated by this lady who is clearly more interested in me than anything else right now.
Some of the questions I find a little strange, but I answer what I want to reveal, and smile as and ignores the other questions.
She sends a couple of text messages and smiles to me when she's done.
The questions come like on a string, only interrupted by laughter and small pieces of information about her.
She asks about everything from what I do for a living, education, relationship status to health and so on.
I do not notice that she no longer drinks, only I drink.
Around 7 o'clock in the evening I'm so drunk that I want to go home, and if I'm so lucky to hook up with this woman, I do not want our first night to be one I can barely remember.
So I tell her that I really want to see her again, but for now will settle for her number.
As she writes the number and first name on the back of my hand, she asks where I live.
I tell her that I live here in the city, and that it is so short that I just stroll.
Then she wonders which way I usually go when I go home.
Again, I think the question is a little weird and cannot understand what she needs to know it for.
But, I am too drunk too second guess anything by this point, so I tell her my routed.
As I turn around and walk out of the bar, I can see that she picks up her phone from her purse and calls someone.
The cold autumn air feels good, my head clears and I can walk fairly straight. At least I think so myself.
Walking around a corner into an alley between a parking garage and a warehouse, I can see an ambulance standing front against me, engine idling and the back doors open.
I'm a little surprised that it's an old Chevrolet van.
I thought they were phased out as ambulances many years ago. But it is in the same colors as modern ambulances and the decor seems to my untrained and somewhat intoxicated eye legit, so I keep walking.
As I pass the ambulance, I can see that the stretcher is just outside the rear opening, but without people or ambulance personnel around.
It strikes me as weird, but before I can finish that thought I am pushed hard from behind and fall straight into the wall.
I somehow manage to raise my arms in the last second, and so prevents my head from hitting the wall
Before I can collect myself, a hood is put over my head, and one arm is harshly bent behind my back, and I feel the handcuffs being clicked on. The other arm is next and the cold steel clicks over my second wrist.
I am now partially pushed and partially lifted in the direction of the ambulance and laid on the stretcher. I am held down by many hands as three straps are tightened over the knees, hips and chest.
The stretcher is then lifted and slid into the ambulance.
The doors close and a hand slide under the hood and pushes a big rubber smelling ball into my mouth. A strap behind my head keeps it in place.
The hood is tightened again, and the ambulance starts driving away.
After a while it stops, and I hear a person jump in.
"Did you get him?" I hear the woman from the bar ask.
They all cheer and give each other a high-five and start driving.
I'm lying on my back and it's very uncomfortable. My fingers are starting to get numb, and I am very warm due to the hood.
The thoughts race around in my head. What can this be?
Is it a kidnapping? For what?
Is there anyone I have managed to hurt in one way or another once who now takes revenge?
Will they hurt me?
Is it a prank by someone I know?
The drive lasts for about 10 minutes, or 30, I really can't tell. Finally, the ambulance stops, the rear doors open, and the stretcher is pulled out.
After a bit of rolled a short distance, I am released from the stretcher and helped up to a standing position.
We walk down a flight of stairs and into what I guess as a basement.
There they take off the cuffs and I feel a sharp object to my throat.
"Any sudden moves and you will be cut, bad!"
My shoes, socks, pants and boxers are removed and I stand as still as possible.
I'm still a bit drunk, my muscles are sore from the drive in the awkward position and the adrenaline si flowing through my body.
They attach soft padded leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, and rubber mittens are put over my hands.
My feet are pulled apart and my arms are pulled abruptly upwards, leaving me in an X position.
The hood is pulled off and I am almost blinded by a bright light. Before my eyes can adjust to the light, a harness made of leather straps are put over my head.
There are patches over each eye, so all turns black again.
The gag in the mouth is removed and my head is pulled hard backwards by my hair.
Two fingers pinches over my nose forcing me to breath through my open mouth.
Something small is dropped down in my mouth followed by a stream of fluid.
I have to swallow and the pill is slipping down in to my stomach.
When my hair is released they insert a short and thick dildo with a rubber plate at the bottom that covers the entire lips on the outside and attaches to the strap that goes around the head.
I feel someone fiddles with my scrotum and a small strap is fastened around the root of my balls.
"Oh, my God, it was so good to get that wig and that make-up." I hear the lady from the bar say. "Haha, yeah you looked completely different!" replies another lady.
"Now listen up creep." A calm voice says close to my ear.
"We are three ladies who, after much searching, cannot find a man worthy of giving us children. You men are so simple and childish that we have found that we can do without men. But we want children, without fuss and interference from men.
That is why you have been chosen by us to have the honor of making us pregnant.
Unfortunately, we must resort to some drastic means to ensure that our identity remains unknown to you.
From what you so willingly told us, we have found out that no one will miss you before you go to work on Monday, so you will serve at our discretion all weekend long.
As you probably know, something was attached to your balls, this is a band that gives an electric shock if one of us presses the button on a remote control."
A jolt slammed into my crotch as if I was being kicked, and all the muscles in my crotch tightened like crazy.
The pain persisted for two to three seconds before releasing.
"Like that! Now you know what happens if you do not obey. Nod if you understand or shake your head if you disagree."
I shook my head, because this was not something I wanted or approved.
Immediately the electricity was turned on for five seconds before they asked again if I would play along. I shook my head which brought another five seconds of power.
When they asked for the third time, I nodded, because I could not take any more pain.
"If you behave well, we will deliver you in roughly the same condition as we found you without too much physical damage."
My feet and hands are loosened and I am led onto a padded bench lying on my back. My hands are secured behind my head and feet stretched in the other direction.
A warm gloved hand starts to gently wank me, and soon my cock soon rise firmly.
I hear they're discussing about who's going first.
They obviously agree because suddenly the wanking hand disappears, and I feel that someone is stepping over me and sitting down on my cock.
She is hot and wet and slides all the way down until I am far up inside her.
She first starts calmly but then the pace increases.
In the background, I hear the other two moans are heard and obviously enjoying each other.
Soon it becomes too much for me and I cum in her.
She sits on top of me for a long time and absorbs all the life-giving fluid.
As she gets off me, my cock is swaying semi-stiff while a drop of our juices hits my stomach.
They wash the whole area around my cock thoroughly with a wet cloth while gently stroking it, and my dick slowly rises to full hardon again.
Something hot hits the dickhead and I am sliding inside the next woman.
She immediately starts humping up and down in long warm and wet motions.
By now I'm horny, despite the absurd situation and have to give up any attempt to hold back.
I squirt hard into her.
After a new round of washing, I feel two fingers squeezing lightly around the root of the cock and pulling the skin backwards. The pill is obviously strong, as that is all the manipulation needed to make it stiff yet again. And If possible, even harder than before.
The heartbeats pounding hard in my whole body, but no place as hard as in the cock head.
My cock was bobbing to the rhythm of my heart.
The last lady is not like the others. She almost drops down on my cock and it feels like the skin of the cock head is ripped from the shaft.
She does not slide up and down but jams her pelvis back and forth faster and faster.
Unfortunately, I'm starting to dry up and it takes a while before I'm closing to an orgasm.
"Give me my share, you creep!" she hisses as she puts her hands around my neck and squeezes.
This is all too much, and I burst into a painful orgasm. I am pumping a lot as the last drops are ejaculated into her but cannot tell how much cum I had left.
I am released from the bench and led across the room and into another room.
I stand with my back against the women as everything attached to my body is removed, except for the ring around the scrotum.
I hear the door close and locks behind me.
