Trapped - Chapter 1 (NEW LONG TERM!!!) (Patreon)

Now, I present you, the last of the long-term stories voted a while back.

Wow, I must have to say, I´m working on plenty of stories LOL.

But, as long as I can keep it up, it´s fine :D

Resume:

A man´s trapped, imprisoned by three women, they say they´ll have him trapped until he cooperates with them. Each of them acts on her very own way, one´s completely normal about it (just doing her job), the other one looks kind of worried (maternal one) and the last one seems kind of turned on by the fact that he makes her feel tall.

The treat is, if he doesn´t cooperate, they´ll have no choice but to use a special serum on him. A new torture method. Each injection will take a few inches away from him.

On the last day, their boss shows up, a tall woman, even bigger for him, and she´ll make him confess, as she says: “No man had been able to resist”.

At the end, they messed up, they got the wrong man, the boss says: “ok so, who´s taking the man home with her?” to what the three of them say. “ME!”

But the thing is, what would each of the women do to him with each passing day?

This is like a two-step story. I hope it´s a fun one!

Chapter 1

Nothing. He was thinking about nothing, his head was empty. Little by little, he regained consciousness. But when he opened his eyes, he could see nothing but darkness.

He could feel something on his face, like cloth. He panicked. Was his head covered with some sort of bag? He wasn´t sure, but he wanted to remove it. He needed to see where he was. He was feeling desperate.

He could feel a chair beneath him. He had no idea, but when he tried to get up, he couldn´t. He felt knots on his hands and feet. He was tied. His hands were tied on the armrests, each of his ankles tied to each of the chair´s legs. Even his torso was tied to the backrest. Why?

He turned to the sides, trying to lose that thing over his head, at least he wanted to see where he was. He could feel how his breath warm the fabric. It was not so pleasant to breath, but he didn´t care. His main goal was to set his head free.

He tried, but he couldn´t. Then, he heard a whisper. He stopped, and tried to pay attention to who this voice´s was.

“I think we should help…” whispered a woman´s voice.

“Nah, let him struggle… he´s probably panicking right now.” Answered some other woman´s voice. Careless.

He tried to speak, but there was something on his mouth. Tape? He couldn´t open his mouth to talk, his lips were sealed. Still, he tried to.

“Mhmmmhmhmm” he wanted to speak, but whatever he said, was incomprehensible.

“Girls… can we…” said the first voice, she sounded a bit concerned.

“Shhh, I´ll take care of it.” Said a third woman´s voice.

The man felt a hand on each side of his head. He stood still in fear. Who was this?

The hands took hold of the bag covering his head and removed it. Finally, some light. But not much, the only light source in the room was a light bulb hanging over him. A dim light was the only thing that helped him see.

The first thing he did was turn up. Before him, there was a woman, a pretty woman actually.

She seemed tall with a slim built. Her hair was long and black. He fixed his sight into her eyes. They seemed grey. She stood there in silence as she slowly stood back up and stepped back. To join the other ladies.

They could use some more lights there. When this mysterious woman stood back, her face disappeared. A dark shadow covered her all the way to her waist. But he noticed something else, the other two women. They were standing at the sides of this woman, all of them turning at him.

Who were they? Besides, what was he doing there. The last thing he could remember was that he was at a club, then some girl asked him out and then he followed her, outside. After that… nothing.

He tried to speak again, but once more; no words came out. Only noises. He tried to move, pull himself up of that chair, but the knots were too tight. Why were they just looking at him instead of helping?

“Poor thing, he wants to talk to us…” said a voice coming from the woman at the left.

“So? He´s only going to ask for help…” said the woman on the right. Not really carrying.

He didn´t recognize any of their voices. And the place was so quiet. He couldn´t listen to the sound of cars passing by, or birds. Nothing. He could only see these unknown women´s legs. He could tell the woman from the middle, the one who removed the bag from his head, she was the tallest. Her waist stood higher than the others.

“Why are they just looking at me? Were they the ones who brought me here? And where´s here? Ughh, my head, I think I have a headache…” he thought as he tried to figure out what was going on.

“Ok, it´s tome for the interrogatory. Erin, why don´t you go first.” Said the woman standing in the middle. Could she be the one in charge? But why did they wanted to interrogate him? What had he done to deserve this? Being tied to a chair waiting for three women to ask him questions. This was insane.

“ME? Sure!” said the woman to the left, excited. Apparently, her name was Erin.

“Hope and I will wait for you outside, remember, we´ll take turns.” Turns? Was he supposed to be quizzed by the three of them? He was no one, why did they wanted to ask him things.

The lady approached, she seemed a bit shorter than the first one, but she had a huge grin on her face.

The man´s eyes opened widely. This was the lady from the club. The one who invited him out before. But her hair seemed different. Her hair was of a burgundy color, and kind of short.

He knew this was her because of her golden green eyes. But she seemed so different. On the club, she sounded so nice, and maybe a bit sassy. Now, her smile only meant something to him, trouble.

The look in her eyes told him that there was something not so good ahead of him. He tried to talk again, but she didn´t like it that much.

“Come on, don´t you think that by now its more than obvious that no one can understand a single word you say? Seriously, you´ve got duct tape on your mouth…”

He didn´t care. She needed to let him out. He moved his shoulders, trying to squirm his way out. But it was useless.

“Fine. I´ll take it off. But don´t you scream. The room´s too small. Besides…” she leaned forward and whispered to his ear. “No one but me will be able to hear you…” she seemed to enjoy this too much.

Before he knew it, she removed the tape. But not slowly, she ripped it off in one go. He felt as if part of his lip went off together with that tape.

“AAAAAAAARGHH!!!” he screamed of pain.

“Quiet. Didn´t I told you not to scream? Whatever, now that your mouth´s free, what did you wanted to say before?” she asked with boredom eyes.

“Where am I? Who are you? Who are the other women out there? And why am I here?” it felt so good to be able to speak. But that was not his main problem. He was still tied to a chair, inside a room located who knows where.

“Hey, wow, hold on, not so fast. That´s a lot of questions. But, I can give you some answers…” she said.

“Really?” he asked.

“Yes, for starters, where are you? You´re tied to a chair inside a room you won´t get out of if you don´t cooperate. But trust me, there will be more fun if you don´t… at least for me.” This woman seemed dangerous.

“Now, you´re here because we need some information from you. But if I´m completely honest, I don´t care if you´re willing to give us the info. To me, it´s better if you resist.” She declared.

Information? He knew nothing about what she was talking about. He was no one, just an average man. He wasn´t wealthy, or from a rich family. What could they need from him?

“You know, I think I promised you something at that club… I may as well give it to you now…” she said as she threw herself over him, landing heavily on his lap, and on his penis.

“Ough…”

“Now, I think I promised someone we will make out, didn´t I?” she came closer and placed her lips on top of his.

She made out with him, but why? This was crazy, SHE was crazy. He didn´t move because he couldn´t. He was tied, at her mercy.

This woman just made out with him all she pleased; she stuck her tongue inside his mouth. Really deep.

“Why is she doing this?” he wondered as the woman didn´t seem to stop. He could feel her pelvis rubbing on his member. The friction was teasing his dick, beginning to form an erection.

“Mmmm, someone likes it…” she said placing both hands over his shoulders.

“Listen, I don´t know why but…” and then, he felt one of her hands on his member, encaging it, squeezing his balls hard.

“Now, I don´t like being interrupted. If you have any complaints, why don´t you leave them for someone else. Now, you´re mine to play with.”

His face turned red as the pressure augmented on his member. His whole body was tense now.

“Nod if you understand.” Said the lady sitting on his lap.

He nodded, trembling a little due to the pain in his testicles. And to think he was looking forward to have some alone time with her before.

“Very well… now, we can proceed.”

He couldn´t believe it. He was 6´2” and this woman seemed much smaller. If he wasn´t tied, he would´ve already found a way out. Not that he wanted to hurt the lady, but being tied to a chair and then having someone crushing your balls is not precisely kindness either.

“I have so much planned for the two of us. Believe me, you´ll love it!” she said as the pain in his balls was decreasing.

“Come on, just let me out, untie me. Just let me out and we can forget about this.” He tried to appeal to her.

“Hey, that´s no fun. You just got here.” She said smiling at him.

“But why? Why am I here?” he asked feeling desperate.

“Ughh… you know, I really don´t feel like telling you right now.” She answered.

Whoever she was, she had no intentions in telling him nothing. But the other lady said something, something about, beginning? Begin what? Was this meant to be some kind of torture for him?

He never messed up with anyone; he had no debts to pay; he didn´t even had the courage to fight against anyone. He was no one, a simple man living a normal life. What had he done to deserve being tied to a chair at the mercy of this woman?

At the club, she seemed nice, pretty, cocky. Her long hair, which he supposed was a wig, waving thru the air as she walked towards him. He felt lucky, but how lucky he truly was.

“Say… do you work out?” said Erin as she massaged her shoulders from behind.

“What´s it to you? Just let me go, I won´t tell a thing…” he wanted to get out, and she was starting to make him feel uncomfortable.

“OH, come on, let´s get to know each other. Believe me, you may be here for a long time, why not making friends in the meantime?” What she said didn´t made sense. But her words echoed in his mind.

“Long time?” That couldn´t be right, someone will notice he´s gone. How long is it before they start looking? 72 hours? Three days, but that´s when they´ll begin, how long can it be before they find him?

Food, water, some other necessities; a lot of things crossed his mind as he tried to figure out what to do, or how to deal with this. He couldn´t be tied to a chair all the time, right?

“So… what do you, uhm, need?” He asked, trying to get out of there, cooperating seemed a reasonable choice. “I don´t have much, but…”

“Hahahahaha!” she laughed at him. “Not much? Oh, that was funny. But your money´s not what I look for…” she said.

He was confused. “And, w-what are you looking for?” he asked, looking forward to get a reasonable answer.

“FUN!” she said soberly, looking at him with her eyes fully opened.

He couldn´t lie, her expression seemed sort of, extreme. What could be her definition of “fun”.

She walked around him. Quiet. He wasn´t sure what to expect, there was something off with this woman.

“I noticed you were looking at me back at the club…” she started.

“Looking?” he asked.

“Don´t play dumb. You were totally checking me out. I can´t blame you, I do have a sexy body… but, what did you like the most?” she asked, stopping right in front of him.

“Uhm…” he was unsure.

“Was it my juicy ass…” she teased as she bent and accentuated her peach shaped booty. She had a firm, round mound of flesh down there.

“Well, I…”

“Or was it my tits?” she pressed her breasts using her arms. They were a nice pair of boobs, not too big, but they were round and firm.

“I don´t…”

“Shhh…” she silenced him putting a finger over his lips. “We can find that out later, but first, there´s something I´d really want to try… just wait here…” she walked away of him. She walked into the darkness.

He could listen to some things while she was “gone”. Of course, she was still in the room, but what was she doing? He heard some stuff moving, glass, crystal, something pouring. The room was quiet, besides her, he could only listen to his own heavy breaths as he was trying to think on a way to get out.

The knots were too tight and too hard to lose. Whoever they were, they knew what they were doing. This may not be their first rodeo.

“Ok, here it is…” Erin said as she then stepped back into the light, but she was carrying something in her hands. Was it a syringe? And what was the liquid inside? It was some yellow liquid.

“And… what´s that?” he asked, worried.

“It´s a little something that will make things fun… I´d tell you, but it will ruin the surprise…” she said as she approached, with the syringe closer and closer to him.

“Ok, heh, I don´t… I don´t think we, you need to… can you take that thing away from… uhhh…” he couldn´t move away, he just tired to push back as far away as he could, but the syringe found it´s way.

Erin injected whatever was on that syringe straight on his arm. That thing kind of burned. He could feel quivers all thru his body.

“Relax, they said this will make you feel dizzy… but don´t worry, you´ll be unconscious soon. And I promise, things will be amazing when you wake up… at least for me…” He wanted to scream, yell at her, but she wasn´t lying, everything was turning blurry.

He couldn´t focus on her, she turned into a blur. His eyes were closing. He could barely sense the feeling of his body´s temperature rising. His face turned red. His mouth felt dry. It was hard for him to swallow, much more to speak.

He felt his body light as a feather, and heavy too. Nothing, he could think of nothing as everything turned dark around him.

He passed out.

When he woke up, he was covered in sweat. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. Once again, he was back at the room. At least consciously. He was gone, but for how long?

There was no way to tell what time it was. The only thing he could see, besides his own body and the light bulb hanging over him, was a few tiles of floor. Nothing else.

“What…?” his mouth felt dry, the only thing wet were his clothes. What had happened?

Then he remembered, the syringe, that made him pass out. What was that thing? He tried to check if everything was fine. But there´s just so much you can do when you´re tied to a chair. He had never desired a mirror more than he does now.

His head hurt, that´s for sure, and he could really use a glass of water. He tried to pull his arms out of the knots, but they were tight, although, they seemed tighter before. Had they given a little?

“Oh, you´re up…” said a woman´s voice, but it wasn´t Erin´s voice. This was a different voice. Her tone was not the cocky-teasing tone Erin had, she sounded… kind.

A woman stepped into his sight, she was blonde, and her face revealed the one of a gentle woman, smiling warmly at him. But how kind could she be if he was still tied there?

“Hi.” She waved, looking at him with her amber eyes. She seemed a little taller than Erin, and he noticed her boobs were much bigger. Double D’s?

But he didn´t had the time to think on that. She was one of his captors.

“I… *cough* *cough*” his mouth was dry as a desert.

“Oh…” the woman turned and went back with a glass of water in hands. “Here you go, let me pour it on your mouth. Open up…”

Who was she? She seemed so different from Erin. And where was she? He didn´t care much, he just did as she said and began to drink the water. He felt an immediate relieve once the water came in. So fresh.

“Better?” she asked.

“Yeah…” he said.

She seemed caring. Could he ask her? Would he get any answers from her? Erin was not of much help with that. She didn´t even seem to be of much help to whatever they were doing there. If he was supposed to answer some questions, then she was terrible at that. She asked nothing.

“Excuse me… where am I?” he said, trying to be polite. And avoiding falling in despair.

“Sorry, I´m afraid I can´t tell you that…” said the woman.

“Ok, but, why am I here?”

“Well, you´re here cause we need some information from you.”

“Information?” he was confused.

This other lady took some time to explain her what they needed. He wondered who “they” were.

While she spoke, he couldn´t help but to notice her thick shape. Unlike Erin´s fit shape, this woman had this sift, fleshy look. He could see a thin waist beneath her big breasts, wrapped by the fitting form of her blouse.

And he also noticed she was wearing a skirt. Her outfit seemed more the one of a teacher to be honest. A busty teacher.

However, she kept going about how they needed the codes for some program or something.

Apparently, they were hired to get his codes, then, they can get access to this top secret program someone hired them to get. It seems, he´s sort of the genius behind it. An anonymous genius who´s been working on this for years.

The thing is, he´s got no idea what she´s talking about.

“WHAT?!!! That´s not me! I don´t know what you´re talking about!” He nearly screamed.

“Aww, please, don´t make things so hard. Just tell me what´s your password, we already had a very hard time accessing your databases without anyone noticing. Please, make things easy for us, and we´ll make them easy for you. Please, pretty, pretty, please…?” was she cooing at him?

This kept going for a while. Apparently, whoever this woman was, she was too kind. And patient.

She really doesn´t seem the kind of woman suited for this kind of things. Interrogating a man who´s tied to a chair? This was way out of her league. She seemed to be wanting to resolve things with… kindness?

“Please, I hate to be mean. Just give me the code, it´s very easy. You´ll give me the code, I´ll write it down. Then, we try it, and if it works, you´re free to go. Of course, there´s this small condition that you cannot say a thing to anyone. Or else we´ll find you and, well, you know what comes next…” she seemed to be explaining some twisted shit, but kindly. Was this some sort of trap?

Was she like… the “good” one? The one trying to negotiate with him? She seemed so sweet, and she was fairly pretty.

She seemed as the kind of women he´ll ask out at a bar. Maybe she was a bit older than him, but not by much.

“I told you, I have no idea what…” she cut him off, gently placing her hand over his mouth.

“Shhhhh,” she whispered, softly. “I really don´t want you to get hurt. Believe me, this is the worst part of my job. Trust me, this is hurting me more than it hurts you, so please, PLEASE, just give me the numbers. I don´t want you to go through all this. I´ve seen a lot of cute guys like you getting hurt. Come on, do it for yourself…” her eyes seemed to be telling the truth, but he won´t trust her.

She has no idea who she is. She may as well be trained to lie. Or be a very good actress. Perhaps, this is some sort of psychological tactic. Make him afraid or paranoid about something he doesn´t know. Scared of what´s about to come.

But he won´t give.

“I already told you, I don´t know! Please, if you´re as kind as you say you are. Just let me go. Untie me. Just… I don´t want to be here. I´m not the man you´re looking for.” He nearly begged.

“Everyone says that…” her tone was sad, numb even.

She pulled the same large syringe from behind her. Where had that thing been?

In the blink of an eye, she injected him in the arm, as her mouth gestured the word: “sorry…”

That thing again, what was it? He tried to dodge, but he was tied.

Before he could even say, don´t! He was starting to feel dizzy again. Everything turned blurry. And then, he was gone.