Enslaved

It was a cool autumn night and dance music was pumping in the stuffy nightclub "Euphoria." It was a well known haunt for graduate students and other young professionals a few miles from campus. The pungent smells of alcohol, sweat and body spray assaulted Zack's nose as he sat at a table with his friends surveying the room. Flashing lights lit up the bar and ceiling periodically as techno beats blasted through the increasingly warm hall. Scores of people milled the busy club, passing between the dance floor and the outer edges where booths and tables were lined. Between the thunderous music and loud chatter, the place was deafening.

This wasn't how Zack typically spent his Friday nights. He would normally be back at his dorm reading a book, watching Netflix or adding to his vast collection of degenerate internet porn. His friends, however, were having none of it. Tom was a suave ladies man who Zack had known since high school and Marcus was a football player that Tom had introduced him to three years ago. They were good friends despite their vastly different experiences in life and over the summer Tom and Marcus had made it their personal mission to see that Zack finally lost his v-card.

They'd insisted he come to the club with them tonight and that's how Zack found himself in such a frenzied, foreign environment looking for love. Although he seemed out of place beside his taller, broader, more socially adept friends, he was glad to have two capable wingmen helping him.

"Not bad, huh?" Tom asked loudly, nodding toward the flashing, swirling mob of humanity that was the dance floor of "Euphoria."

"Not really my thing!" Zack replied, practically yelling so they could hear him over the music "But I do like the women I'm seeing!"

"I bet you do!" Marcus retorted with a chuckle.

"You want anything to drink?" Tom inquired. "I'm buying."

"I'll have a beer. Whatever's good" Marcus nodded.

"No thanks. I'm not really a drinker" Zack replied.

"Zack, social interaction goes best with a little lubrication" Tom shot back. "Even if you don't like the taste, it wouldn't hurt you to have a drink. If you want to get a little something-something tonight, that is!"

"I'll pass" Zack insisted.

Tom sighed. "Alright, suit yourself. Be right back."

Tom walked to the bar as Zack and Marcus relaxed in their booth. They scanned the crowd together watching people come and go and occasionally making lewd comments when a woman caught their eye. It wasn't long until Tom was back, handing a beer to Marcus and cracking open his own. Marcus downed a third of his drink in one chug before setting it down and tapping Zack on the shoulder.

"Whoa, don't look now amigo, but I think someone has eyes for you."

Zack's eyes opened wide. "Really?"

"Yup. Ok, now you can look. The blonde three tables down."

Zack turned to look in the direction Marcus had indicated. He saw a gorgeous young blonde woman sitting at a booth a few tables down the aisle. Another woman was sitting with her, but her back was turned.

"You sure she was looking at Zack?" Tom asked.

"Directly at him. Three times." Marcus replied.

"Woooooo! This might be your lucky night, buddy!" Tom said as he clapped Zack on the back.

"Either of you know who she is?" Zack quizzed.

"Yeah, that's Rebecca Cunningham." Tom said with a sly expression "She was in one of my classes last year. Pretty smart. Rich bitch! Kind of an ice queen, but she's fuckin hot, I'll give her that much."

"She just looked at you again" Marcus said before downing the rest of his beer. He then slammed the empty bottle on the table. "Fuck this, I'm hittin the floor."

"No, wait!" Zack called out, imploring him to stay.

"You don't need my help, dude. She's staring right at you. Good luck!" Marcus patted him on the shoulder a couple times before slipping out of the booth and heading into the crowd.

"He's right Zack. It looks like you've stumbled into a jackpot. Don't get nervous now!"

"Alright, what do I do?"

"Don't overthink it." Tom replied, taking another swig of his beer. "Just walk over there and strike up a conversation. Flirt a little. Don't try too hard to impress her. Trying too hard is what your type always do and if anything's gonna trip you up, it's that. Just be friendly and natural."

"Alright, I think I can do that" Zack said, sounding anything but confident.

"You'll be fine" Tom said as he sat his empty bottle on the table. "Alright, I'm hitting the dance floor too. Gotta find a honey of my own. We can't all be lucky, like you!"

He flashed Zack a grin and a comical shrug as he backed away, finally turning and striding off.

Zack waited a few seconds before taking another glance over at the table where the two girls were sitting. Sure enough, Rebecca had been watching him. She flashed him a smile before turning her eyes back to the other person in her booth. She talked with the other woman briefly before nodding and laughing.

'Alright... be natural. Just get up and go introduce yourself. Don't blow this!'

Just as Zack was summoning the courage to stand and make his move, he saw the two women get up from their table.

'Shit! Did I miss my chance?!?'

To his surprise, they walked right down to his booth. His nerves shot through the roof as the two beautiful young women approached, their bags and drinks in hand.

Rebecca was tall and well toned. At least 5'10 or 5'11 with gorgeous blonde hair done up in a high ponytail. Wavy locks fell plentifully behind her head and trailed down the sides of her face. She looked like she could be on the cover of a fashion magazine. She wore a black lacy halter top that terminated just above her shiny leather skirt. A pair of black leather thigh highs completed her ensemble. Her gaze was cold and haughty, but her grin was nonetheless disarming.

The other woman was a real cutey with medium length red hair. She was about Zack's height of 5'7 or maybe an inch taller. She sported a white, spaghetti strap top that showed off her ample breasts and exposed her lovely midriff. Below that were jean shorts and white "fuck me" pumps. She had sparkling blue eyes and the warmest smile.

Zack couldn't help but see them as the proverbial devil and angel combo. They looked like they could be your worst nightmare or the time of your life, depending on the mood they were in. He sat back in his seat and kept his arms spread at his sides, resting them on the back of the circular booth and trying his best to play it cool.

"Hey there. I'm Rebecca and this is my friend and roomie, Sasha."

"Hello!" the redhead waved innocently.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Zack" he replied, giving them a slight nod.

"Mind if we join you?" Rebecca asked.

"Not at all."

The two women set their drinks and bags down on the table before sliding into either side of the circular booth. They shimmied along the seat, closing in on him from both sides but maintaining a respectable distance at first.

"Looks like your friends ditched you!" Sasha said bluntly.

"Well, they were in a hurry to dance, but I was enjoying the view. Still am."

"Oooooh... aren't you a regular Romeo! What do you think Becky?"

Rebecca seemed less impressed. "Quite the charmer" she replied dryly, staring at him as she took a sip of her long island iced tea.

"Do you ladies come here a lot?"

Zack immediately cursed himself for asking the most typical, stupid, cliche question you can ask someone when trying to flirt.

"Only when we're looking for someone to have a good time with" Sasha answered playfully before taking a sip of her Shirley Temple. "You like to have a good time, don't you Zack?"

"Oh, yeah, most definitely!" Zack swallowed. He had no idea what to say next.

"We're members of AOE," Sasha intoned "but you won't hold that against us, will you?"

"AOE?"

"Alpha Omega Epsilon" Rebecca stated matter of factly "You haven't heard of us?"

"I don't really follow the frat and sorority stuff on campus" Zack replied.

Rebecca's eyebrows rose, seemingly encouraged.

"Let me make this easy on you" she said as the tall blonde shifted a little closer, her perfume descending on him like an intoxicating cloud. "Sasha and I need to unwind after a busy week. We just want to have a few drinks and fool around. No strings. We do this together so we don't have to worry about some guy taking advantage of us. So... since you're our lucky winner tonight, why don't you have a drink with us and then come back to our place?"

Zack's brain short fused. Tom had been right. This was his lucky night and he could hardly believe it.

"Uhhh, yes! That sounds excellent."

"Good boy" Rebecca said with a seductive smile. "I'm going to get you something at the bar. Any preference? Or can I pick?"

"Go right ahead. Are you sure though? I don't mind paying..."

Rebecca waved him off.

"No need. I know the bartender. It's on the house. Don't let him go anywhere, Sasha. I'll be right back."

She winked at Zack before sliding out of the booth and sauntering off.

"She's going to get you something strong" Sasha said with a giggle. "You don't look like you've had anything yet."

"I don't drink a lot," Zack replied "but I won't say no when two lovely ladies insist."

"That's very wise of you. What's your study, Zack?" asked the bubbly red head.

"Oh, I'm finishing up a master's in electrical engineering."

"Ooooh... I had a feeling you were a smart one. You look like the type. I love smart men! They tend to be on the kinkier side."

"Is that right?"

"Studies confirm it!" she remarked, holding up a single finger authoritatively.

"Studies confirm what?" inquired Rebecca, returning to the table and setting an open bottle in front of Zack. It was labeled "Dogfish Head IPA."

"That smart men like Zack tend to be kinksters!"

"Oh, we got a brainy one?" Rebecca asked as she slid back into the booth.

"Electrical engineering" Sasha responded before downing the rest of her drink.

"Mmmmm, I like that. That means you'll probably be working for some big defense contractor in a few years, making a lot of money." Rebecca shimmied closer to Zack this time, brushing up against his side as he took up the brown bottle she'd brought him. "Definitely my kind of guy. Bottoms up sailor!"

"What is this? IPA?"

"India Pale Ale" Rebecca replied.

"It's something that's going to loosen you up reeeeaaallll quick!" Sasha chortled.

Rebecca brought a finger to his chin, pulling his face to the side until his eyes met hers. "Drink up so we can get out of here."

That was all the convincing Zack needed. He brought the bottle to his lips and imbibed deeply. He tried to ignore the hoppy taste as it poured along his tongue and down his throat. Zack chugged a good half of the beverage before coughing and gasping for breath. Sasha had a good laugh and Rebecca chuckled as they watched him take on his first really strong drink.

"Cmon, you can handle it Mr. Smarty pants!" Sasha exclaimed, sliding closer to him until her generous cleavage was pressed against his side.

Already feeling slightly woozy but not wanting to disappoint, Zack brought the bottle back to his lips and poured the second half into his reluctant mouth. By the time the rest of the liquid had passed his lips his body was already buzzing.

"Wow... what the fuck is in that?"

"Sugar, spice and everything nice" Rebecca answered as she grabbed her bag and began exiting the booth. "Alright, time to go!"

"Yeah, let's ditch this joint" Sasha said, slipping out quickly as well.

Zack followed suit and soon they were headed for the exit. He exchanged glances with Tom at the bar, his friend giving him two thumbs up before returning his attention to the woman he was chatting with.

Zack couldn't help but stare at Rebecca's leather covered ass and the jean shorts that barely contained Sasha's ample apple bottom as they made their way outside. His buzz continued to grow as they walked to Rebecca's car and Zack was left to ponder just how high the alcohol content had been in that drink.

Tom's claim that Rebecca came from significant wealth seemed to bear out as they loaded into her yellow Lamborghini convertible. Sasha took Zack's hand and pulled him into the back seat as Rebecca started the powerful engine and peeled out of the parking lot.

Before he knew what was happening, the wind was in their hair and Sasha was kissing him deeply with much tongue, the taste of booze thick on her lips. She groped him all over, pressing him into the plush leather seats as the engine ripped and Rebecca drove them to wherever her and Sasha lived. Zack couldn't help but notice that his buzz was fading into brutal fatigue. He was growing more tired by the minute and the world seemed to be slowing to a crawl as Sasha lavished him with attention.

Fifteen minutes later they pulled into a complex of swanky apartments. Sasha helped Zack out of the car as Rebecca extended the roof over the convertible and locked it up. The two women lent Zack their shoulders as they made their way slowly up to the girls loft.

"I'm sorry. Not sure why... so tired" Zack stammered out as he limped along with their help.

"It's alright." Rebecca replied "You've never had a drink like that before."

Sasha laughed devilishly and Zack was too tired to question what was so funny.

Zack was clinging to consciousness as they made their way into the apartment, the girls eventually dropping him on a leather sofa. He tried to sit up but was completely unable, merely rocking from side to side in futility. He was left alone for a few minutes, but then he could make out the figure of Rebecca standing over him again.

"Rebecca.... you're so beautiful."

She raised her boot and brought it down on his groin swiftly, pain shooting through his body like lightning. He yelped in agony as she straddled his body, locking him down. Her larger frame and his incapacitated state made the feat easy. The next thing he felt was a cloth being pushed over his face.

"Nighty night Zack. See you soon..."

In a few breaths, all was darkness.

* * * * *

Tightness. Tight slickness, warmth and a substantial ache in his mouth, ass and balls. These were the things Zack noticed as he began to awaken. He could hear two familiar voices as his vision began to clear. He made a weak attempt to speak, but that proved impossible. There was something rubbery lodged in his mouth and his own saliva had coated it completely. The fixture caused him to drool endlessly down his throat and out the front of his pried open lips.

"How did you have a suit in his size?" asked Sasha.

"I bought three of them ahead of time, all different sizes. I just picked the one that looked closest to him. We knew we weren't bringing back some huge guy, so I bought one 5'6, one 5'8 and one 5'10. The 5'8 suit was perfect." Rebecca answered, obviously pleased with herself.

"You bought three gimp suits in advance? That must have been expensive."

"It wasn't that bad, actually! You can get them at a good price if you order from China."

"Aren't your parents going to be mad if they see you buying sex stuff with your credit card?"

"My parents don't care what I do as long as I keep my grades up and I don't spend more than 15k a month."

"$15,000 A MONTH?!? That's your allowance?!? My father would have a COW if I spent more than five thousand!"

"Yeah, well.. get richer parents, I guess."

"Oh, look, I think he's starting to wake up!"

"So he is... let the fun begin."

The sounds of stiletto boots echoed on the floor as they moved around him. Zack slowly started to get a grip on his surroundings. He realized he was lying face down on a huge queen sized bed with his ass hanging off the end. He tried to move his arms and legs but was denied in both cases. He heard the metal clink of handcuffs behind his back and a similar noise, more distant, prevented his legs from escaping their spread eagle position.

His entire body was gripped in thick, wet, rubbery tightness and he realized he was sealed in the gimp suit the two women had just been talking about. It was a clammy warm feeling all around his body as his own perspiration was sealed in by the thick material. Zack had no way of knowing how long ago they'd put him in the slimy, tight confines; only that it was gross and he had no way to extract himself. He attempted to speak once more, but his words came out as muffled nonsense. The thick rubber ball in his mouth made talking completely impossible.

Rebecca and Sasha slid into view, hopping on the bed from either side. Rebecca was dressed neck to toe in a shiny, black cat suit of her own. She wore thick rubber gloves and her black thigh high boots over the suit, a pretty good indication that she was a rubber fetishist. She carried a black leather crop in her hands and wore an excited, mischievous grin on her face. It was the most emotion Zack had seen her convey thus far.

Sasha, on the other hand, was dressed in a leather corset, silky black garters and nothing else but strips of black tape X-ing over her nipples. She reached down and began rubbing herself between her legs shamelessly. She gazed at Zack with an expression of total amusement.

The windows behind the two were pitch black, implying that it was still Friday night. Other than that, Zack had no idea how late it was or how long he was going to be stuck like this. Rebecca flexed and snapped her crop in her hands a few times before she spoke.

"Needless to say, you're our guest for the weekend. And by "guest", I of course mean

BITCH

. You will obey every command given to you and you will not hesitate. Disobedience will be punished. If you do not please us, that first kick to your groin will be your most pleasant memory of the weekend. Do you understand Zack? Nod if you understand."

Zack nodded up and down, his hood creaking audibly and the motion taking much more effort than he imagined it would. He didn't know much about latex but the suit they sealed him in must have been especially thick to restrict his movement that harshly.

Sasha stopped masturbating suddenly, raising her hands to her breasts and giving them some gentle squeezes. It was clear she enjoyed teasing Zack with her playful motions. She chuckled a bit, watching him squirm uselessly against his bonds. Then it was her turn to speak.

"Over the course of the next two days we'll be taking pictures of you doing all kinds of fun activities. Should you divulge our little games to anyone in the future... well, I'll leave it to your imagination what we're going to do with those pics."

Zack was way ahead of her. He was already imagining the horror of his friends, family or the whole fucking campus seeing him in a gimp suit doing who knows what.

"If you have any questions, keep them to your fucking self! You do not speak unless I give you permission. Now then, it's time to begin your training!" Rebecca exclaimed, her voice tinged with arousal. It was amazing how much happier she seemed now that she had a man completely helpless before her.

"Thank god!" Sasha said, shimmying down the bed closer to his face "I'm dying to come!"

"Wait!" Rebecca shouted as she stood and began walking to Zack's rear. "Take his gag off, but don't do anything else yet. There's something I want to know."

Sasha began unhooking the thick strap around his head. Eventually the tightness gave way to welcome slack and the thick rubber ball, coated in his syrupy phlegm, slid out of his mouth. Zack coughed and hacked as Sasha gripped his face through the latex hood.

"AHHHH!"

His first words were a cry of pain as Rebecca's crop whipped into his ass cheeks with a loud snap.

"How many women have you been with?!?" Rebecca questioned loudly.