Heavy, Light, Moderate, Soft, F, F+, m, College, 1st Time, High School, 18yo, Bondage, CBT, Domination, Humiliation, Pain, Rape, Sadism, Spanking, Non-Consensual

Chapter 2

Trouble In Three

He came to in a jolt. Confused and disoriented, his heart racing. Then he tried to move and found that he couldn't. Panic set in.

Soon he realized that there was nothing wrong with his body. Everything functioned. His toes and fingers wiggled. But he could not move his limbs, or he could just a little but only very marginally. Even his head felt glued into place.

Took a while for him to realize it fully, but he was tightly restrained. Staring up at a white ceiling. He tired to call out but found out that he could not. Something was stuffed into his mouth, attached to the straps that held his head in place. He could only breathe through his nose.

As dread the kind of which he'd never felt before turned him cold from head to toes, a sort of buzzing terror felt all over his body, he twisted desperately and voiced out a distressed, whimpering cry. What had happened? He could remember barely anything. Only fragments. How could this be happening to him?

Somebody help me! Somebody help me!

After a while, as no help was forthcoming, he went still, breathing frantic, whiny breaths. Trying to calm himself. Failing. He felt like crying. He was cold, and only after a moment realized that there was a draft against his skin. He was naked.Why was he naked?He jolted as there was a noise then. A creak of hinges as a door opened somewhere behind him. Part of him leapt at relief at the prospect of help coming. But that was only a small part of him . . .The door closed softly and there were other noises. Clicking of heels against wood. Several pairs. Slowly drawing near.That small part of him that held onto hope shrank the closer the clicking came. There was something of the ominous about it. He found himself twisting again, as uselessly as before.

At length faces swam into his field of vision. He blinked at them. Three female faces. Young. They studied him.

He focused on one of them. A flash of remembrance came. The girl in white. She was at the club. The club! They were talking. Flirting. Then . . . what?

Memory of a light touch on his shoulder. A playful grin. Would you like to come home with me?

Her, he now remembered. The others he'd never seen before. But somehow they all looked the same.

Who were they? How had he gotten here? Why was this happening?

"Congrats, sis," said one of the others girls. "Good pick."

"Yeah," agreed the second, her eyes scanning him up and down and settling on his face. She smiled. "He's hot."

The girl in white smiled too. Vanessa, she'd said her name was. But was it really? "Hi again," she said. "Said I would surprise you." She gave a shrug, a mockery of innocence. "Surprise!" She gestured. "These are my sisters."

"Hi," said one sister, playfully fluttering her fingers at him.

"Hey, handsome," said the other, with a most disconcerting leer coming over her face.

The girl whose name was probably not Vanessa, knelt down. The sisters followed. "We're used to sharing everything," she said. "Even boys." She gave an amused sniff as he started writhing again, uselessly trying to speak past the thing filling his mouth. "Relax, she said, "you are secure." She looked him up and down. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry about the roofie. But if I would have just said what we have planned you would have said no." She shrugged again. "Hence the restraints. And the gag." Her smile was at least as disconcerting as her sister's. "Plus we like our boys like this. Another thing we share are certain . . . proclivities."

 "We take turns taking a boy home," explained one sister.

"But we always play together."

They all had the same soft way of speaking. Soft, with an unmissable undertone of wickedness.

"I know," "Vanessa" said. "We look like such ordinary girls. But, unfortunately for you . . . "She leaned in closer to say in a grinning half-whisper, "we're really not."

He stared as one of the sisters touched him on the belly, then danced her fingertips down his body. Another start, heralded by a soft cry, as he felt her fingers close around his cock. He then realized he was achingly hard. Another gasp as he felt her slide down her foreskin. Her fingers went to the exposed head. It felt slippery. He moaned and squirmed at the sudden intense sensation. It became apparent that the buzzing sensation he had was more than fear. It was also arousal. Deep arousal, mixing in terribly symmetry with the terror.

"Nice cock," the girl said. He felt a constriction around its base and around his balls, as if they'd been bound tightly.

"Vanessa" then moved her hands to his nipples, started to fiddle with them with the tips of her nails. Suddenly the sensations were even worse, tingling from his scalp down to the tips of his wiggling toes. He'd never had sensitive nipples! The novel sensation was a shock. Making him squirm and moan all the harder. He just wanted it to stop!

"A little sensitive are we?" said "Vanessa" with a grin. "It'll do that, the little cocktail we gave you." She kept fiddling with his nipples, intensifying the invasive feeling of fingers exploring the exposed, sensitive head of his cock. "Nice and receptive,  she said. "And readily available. Ours to play with." She raised her eyebrows at him. "I'm afraid you won't much enjoy any of it. . . but all the more enjoyable for us." He gave a soft laugh at the incomprehensible plea that his gagged mouth made. Her eyes glimmered eagerly as they drank in the mounting desperation in his. "But there isn't anything you can do about it, is there?"

He could not decide which was worse, the feelings of helplessness and violation, or the way the sisters smiled down at him. A brand of sadistically amused curiosity, like looking down at a defenseless little bug they were torturing.

"But there's no rush," said "Vanessa" in a playful drawl. "We've got us aaaall weekend."

The third sister then pinched his nose shut, cutting out his breath. She giggled softly at his ensuing panic. After a while, she let go, allowing him to frantically get his breath back. Only to do it again. And again.

It did not take long of this torment from the amused girls until he was sobbing. Shaking. Trying to beg for them to stop.

 "Awww," said "Vanessa" to that, with no intention of stopping. "Shhh-shhh-shhh!" She giggled. As did her sisters. His agony their utmost entertainment.

They had their fun for some excruciating moments more, and then "Vanessa" left his nipples alone. They felt as though on fire after her nails. "Maybe that's enough of that for a while," she said, and her sister relented on his cock as well. "Wouldn't want you cumming ahead of your time." She ran her hands around his body and looked him over with and approving look. "Lovely," she said. Then she pressed hands on her knees and pushed herself up.

"So." She grinned happily down at him. "You wanna see some of our toys?"

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scotttickle on 2022-12-26 23:11:20Z
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Excellent sci-fi femdom!