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.