I awoke with an odd fuzzy feeling in my head. I opened my eyes to a
stark white room with three cots, one of which I was laying on. The
room had one door and no windows. Monica and Phoebe were still
asleep on the other two cots across the room. Slowly I sat up. Where am
I?... What time is it?... What's going on! Then it all came flooding back!
Monica, Phoebe, and myself had been walking back from a local bar. It
was late and dark, even for the city streets. As we approached an alley
way, a white panel van pulled out of the street and stopped, blocking our
way. The front passenger door and side sliding door opened at the same
time. Quickly, three women wearing all white cloths jumped out. Before
I knew what was happening, one of the women sprayed something in my
face. The last thing I remembered was everything going black.

I stood up to try and wake the others. My head still felt unclear, and
something was confusing me. Then I realized what was wrong. I was no
longer dressed in my skirt and blouse. I was wearing a thick white cotton
robe. Monica and Phoebe were dressed the same. My feet were bear. I
opened my robe slightly and gave a sigh of relief when I saw that I was
still wearing my white cotton panties and white lace bra. Still, someone
had removed my cloths. That sent a chill down my back. Fear hadn't
overcome me yet. I walked over to Monica and shook her. Slowly, very
slowly, Monica began to stir. Phoebe was also starting to come around
on her own. Within 5 minutes, both my friends were awake. Neither
Monica or Phoebe had any further recollection of the previous night
other than what I had remembered. Monica was near tears. Phoebs
seemed angry. The door was locked!

I was just about to start yelling and banging on the door, when we
heard a male voice. "Welcome ladies!" The sound came from a hidden
speaker somewhere in the ceiling. "I am your host, you are my guests".
"Who are you", asked Monica? "Where are our cloths", Phoebe yelled!
The voice said, "You won't be needing them any longer. As a staff
member in our club, we will supply you with all your outerwear". I spoke
up, "What club? What are you talking about. You abducted us!"
"Enough questions", said the voice. "We've analyzed your body
chemistries and have decided that you three will be the first to
experience our new way of life. If all goes well, you will soon become
believers, just as all the female staff members have." Just then the door
opened, and four women came in. All were wearing white jump suits
with matching waist high jackets. The voice from the ceiling said,
"Phoebe, if you will please allow these four lovely women to escort you
to the briefing room." "What if I refuse", said Phoebe, trying to sound
hard. "You have no choice", said the voice! Phoebe looked at Monica,
then myself. "I guess we had better listen", I said. After Phoebe was
taken from the room, we continued to ask question, but to no avail. The
voice never replied. Ten minutes later, the four women returned. Next
was Monica's turn. As she left the room, she looked back at me. Tears
were coming down her face. I was alone. Now I was becoming very
afraid. The next ten minutes seemed like an hour. When the women
returned for me, I was almost relieved. Maybe I would see my friends
soon.

The door lead out to a white hall with gray carpet. There were other
doors along the corridor. Each had a keypad to the right. We walked to
the left, two escorts in front, and two behind. At the end of what seemed
like a very long hallway, we came to another door, this one slightly
larger that the others. One of the women punched in a code and the door
slid into the wall. We entered another corridor which stretched to the left
and to the right. This one was curved and only had doors on the inner
wall. The women lead me to the right. A short way down this hall, we
reached a door labeled 'Prep room 4'. I asked one of the women,
"What's going to happen to us?" She gave no reply. In fact, the women
hadn't said a word the entire time! The door opened in, and I was lead
into a dimly lit room. The only light came from a blue bulb on the back
wall. I noticed an odd vertical apparatus in the center of the room.

As the door closed behind, it became so dark, I could barely see. My
eyes had to adjust. The device in the center of the room had a
rectangular shaped column standing about five feet tall. Extending from
the column were five curved arms. At the end of each arm was what
appeared to be a tubular metal plate. The curved plates were contoured
and positioned roughly at head level, arm level, and leg level. I still
didn't realize what the device was used for. Suddenly, two of the women
grabbed my arms and quickly pulled off my cotton rob. I started
struggling, and yelling, but It was four against one. They pulled me to
the center of the room, then pushed me toward the apperatice. My wrists
were each placed into a curved plate and then a padded front clamp was
added, immobilizing both my arms at my side. To prevent me from
kicking, two of the women held my feet in place while my ankles were
clamped down. I was helpless, but I continued to struggle and yell. Then,
much to my surprise, a strap was brought around by face and a small ball
pushed into my mouth. The other side of the strap was attached to a
padded plate behind my head, effectively immobilizing my head and also
muffling my verbal abuse. One of the women walked over to a previously
unseen cart and wheeled it over to me. She removed another contoured
plate attached to a bar. She made some adjustments, then placed it
behind my upper thigh, and added a front clamp. Three more clamps
were added, one to my other thigh, and one to each of my upper arms.
The last and largest clamp, was placed behind my lower back and
around by waist. Oh god, I thought. What are they going to do to me?

Now I was terrified! I was completely helpless. Women number one (I
had no real way to distinguish between the four of them in the dark)
picked up a small hand held control from the cart. She aimed it toward
me and pressed a button. I heard a low hum from behind, and then felt
my body rise about six inches off the ground. My feet still seemed to
have support under them. Then my arms began to be rotated until they
were pointing in the shape of a 'Y'. Please don't put me in a spread
eagle position, I thought to myself. Next, I was tilted slightly back. My
legs remained together. Women number two, walked over to the wall
directly in font of me, and spoke into a small panel. "Rachel is ready",
she said. Then the four of them began to walk behind me and out of
view. As the last one pasted me, she paused for a second and let her
hand run across my stomach and up over my right breast. Then she
winked at me. I heard the door open and close. I was alone. Now it was
my turn to cry.

Tears rolled down my face. Then the voice was back. "Rachel, it's
time for you to be reunited with your friends!". "You may wish to close
you eyes until they adjust to the light". Suddenly the wall in front of me
began to split in the middle. A blinding white light streamed through. I
closed my eyes. I could see through my eyelids that the wall was opening
wider and wider. As I opened my eyes, I realized that I was now moving
slowly forward along a yellow line on the floor. The room ahead of me
was bright white with curved walls. There were dark windows all around
the upper level. And in the center of the lab were Monica and Phoebe!
They were both restrained the same as I. Both were wearing only a bra
and panties. I continued to move forward until the three of us were
arranged in a triangle, about 15 feet apart. Monica tried to yell my name,
but it came out as a muffled sound from around her ball gag. Phoebe was
still struggling. Then, from behind me, a man appeared. His most
striking feature was a lack of hair. He was total bald. He was probably in
his early forties, but without hair, it was hard to tell his age. He was
wearing what appeared to be surgical pants and shirt, but they were
white, rather than the light green that most hospitals use. As soon as he
spoke I recognized the voice as the same we had heard earlier. He said,
"Ladies, please try to relax". He stood in front of me and looked my body
up and down. I closed my eyes again. The though of him touching me at
his will was horrible! How could this be happening?

"You've asked many questions, and now you will get the answers. I am
in charge of this facility. I am also it's founder." As he spoke, he walked
in a large circle, passing behind each of us. I could only turn my head
partially left or right. He continued, "The club, as we refer to it, has
many members, some are female, most are male. The members pay a fee
to belong. This fee is extreme. Only the most elite can afford it. The staff
consists almost entirely of women, save for myself and one or two other
key board members. None of the female staff is here of their own free will!
Yet they all remain, as will you three." Monica tried to say something, but
her muffled sounds were ignored. "You're probably thinking that I have
enslaved these women." This was exactly what I was thinking. "Well,
you are right! But being a slave, or 'Staff Member' as we prefer, is not
all so bad as you might think. Many years ago, I began developing a
drug for the government. A drug to be used for chemical warfare. The
idea was to render the enemy unwilling to fight. We focused our research
on hormones and the pleasure center of the brain. Unfortunately, the
drug had some limitations and side effects which were unacceptable to
the military. One such limitation was its ability to only affect women. In
the end the project was canceled. I have spent the last 15 years
recreating and perfecting my drug, but for a different purpose. It is called
ORG-X!" The man continued to speak. Never once did he mention his
name. "When administered in small continuous doses, ORG-X causes
it's victim to become unable to think for themselves. They still remain
fully aware and are willing to complete any simple task given to them. It
also provides a slightly enhanced sexual drive. In effect, the women are
always horny! When the dosage is increased, the women becomes highly
aroused, and can experience incredible sexual stimulation and orgasm.
Now, that doesn't sound so bad?"

At this point my head was spinning. I was wearing nothing but a bra
and panties, and was unable to prevent anyone from removing them. I
was gagged and restrained in a partial spread-eagle position. And a mad-
man was telling me about a drug which would turn me into a sex slave.
He continued, "So now I had perfected and tested my drug. All I needed
was a way to administer it. A way that a club member could easily
control. ORG-X is most effective when applied externally to, ironically...
the areola and nipple of the women. So I designed this." He walked over
to the wall behind Phoebe and used a key to open a small closet door.
From it, he rolled out a doctors cart with many drawers. He pushed the
cart alongside Phoebe. Again he used a key to unlock the drawers. From
one of them, he removed a black rubber disk about two inches in
diameter. The disk was flexible and thin on the edges, but rigid toward
the middle It also appeared to be thicker in the center. At the very center
was a small hollow tube, open at the front and back, about 3/8 of an inch
in diameter. "This is the ORG-X nipple clamp. Let me explain. The
clamp has a small quantity of ORG-X, enough to last a week. When
placed over the nipple, a small tool is used to adjust an inner ring which
tightens around the nipple. Were the clamp to be pulled off, most of the
nipple would come with it, most painful! Besides, once installed, the
staff member usually does not wish it removed. The clamp releases a
regulated does of the drug at the base of the nipple. Your nipples will
always stay erect! A second feature of the clamp, one used by our paying
members, is the ability to dispense a larger dose of ORG-X, simply by
squeezing the nipple. Fully self-regulated and water proof. The only
maintenance required is a weekly refill of ORG-X." "Oh god, please let
this be a dream", I thought. I looked over to Monica. She was staring
into space, as if in shock.

"Unfortunately, our club members have complained that the nipple
clamp does not allow them the pleasure of using your nipples as they
please. So I have been in search of another method to administer ORG-
X. One which would be less obtrusive. As I have discovered, ORG-X is
also very effective when released into the vaginal canal." "Oh no, please
not that! I can't be hearing this!" Now the bald man was standing in the
center of the room, between the three of us, slowly turning as he spoke. I
have created a small implant, held in place similar to an IUD. The
implant contains a years supply of ORG-X and is operated by vaginal
activity! It responds to the release of a protein found in the female
vaginal secretions. Up until now, I have not used the new implant on any
of my regular staff members. It would require stopping their intake of
ORG-X for a few weeks, then doing the required chemical analysis just
to determine if any of them were a candidate. It was easier to find new
women." Now I'm thinking, what kind of tests did they run on us while
we slept? Come to think of it, the area between my legs does feel slightly
itchy. He turned to face me. "Rachel, you and Monica will be the first to
experience the ORG-X vaginal implant! Phoebe, unfortunately does not
meet the required levels of female ejaculation." He was now facing
Phoebe, who was still struggling slightly. "But don't worry Phoebe, you
will be fitted with a nipple clamp. In fact, now would be an excellent
time for a demonstration. It may help Rachel and Monica get in the
mood!" Phoebe's eyes opened wide.

"First we'll need to check you for size. He removed a scissors from a
drawer in the cart." He walked up to Phoebe. She tried to pull back away
from him. I noticed that Monica was now watching what was happening.
"Just relax Phoebe." With two quick snips he cut the top straps of her
bra. Then he reached behind her back and unsnapped the back, letting it
fall to the ground. Now Phoebe seemed to be pleading with him. Again I
thought, "This has to be a dream". He reached for a tool from the cart. It
looked like a caliper. With it he measured the width of her areola and
nipple on the right breast. Then he reached for a small cylinder with a
spray nozzle on top. "This is going to feel a bit cold." He sprayed her
right nipple, causing it to rise. Then he measured it's length. The
procedure was repeated on the left breast. Each measurement was
recorded in a log book. "You are very attractive Phoebe", he told her.
"I'm looking forward to your reaction to the ORG-X. She was trying to
shake her head "No". As he returned to the cart, I noticed to my horror,
that he had a huge erection. He returned to face Phoebe, holding a small
screw driver of some sort, the cold spray, and a black round nipple
clamp. "Now just relax. At first you won't feel anything. Then you may
feel a tingling sensation in you breasts. It will only take a few minutes
for the full effect. Then it's time for some fun!" "He's going to rape
Phoebe!" The man took the spray and again sprayed her right nipple.
Again, against Phoebe's will, the nipple became erect. He placed the
clamp over her nipple. Quickly he inserted the tiny screwdriver into an
unseen hole below the nipple. She made a muffled yelping noise! Then
he sprayed the left nipple, placed the clamp over it, and turned the screw
driver. Again Phoebe yelped. Now was her turn to cry. Then, much to
my surprise, he removed her gag.

"You bastard", she yelled. "How can you do this to us." He made no
response. Instead, he went behind her and returned with the remote
control for her restraining device. He pressed a button, and Phoebe's legs
began to spread apart. My nightmare was coming true! Now she was
spread-eagled. She was also lowered down until the plates supporting
her feet were only a few inches off the ground. He picked up the scissors.
"Please don't, no please, no". He cut the side of her high cut panties,
then the other. They fell to the ground. "You pervert, you've shaved
me." I looked between her legs. Her vagina was bear and spread wide
open. Then I realized why I had felt itchy between my legs. Oh god, he's
done it to all of us! Suddenly, Phoebe spoke to me. "Rachel, help me.
I'm beginning to feel it in my breasts. Monica, pleeeeease help me". I
could see that Monica was terrified. So was I. Then he untied his pants,
letting them fall to the ground. He had no underwear on. His erection
was huge. He moved close to her. Phoebe looked into his eyes, and spit!
He wiped his face. He began to massage her breasts. "No, stop, stop,...
Stop" The tip of his penis touched her spread vagina. With one hand he
held himself and rubbed the tip against her clit. She closed her eyes.
Then he plunged inside her. She screamed! He spoke to her as he
pumped deeper and deeper. "Now Phoebe, you shall feel the full effect of
ORG-X." He had a hand on each breast, with his finger around the
nipple clamp. He squeezed her nipples. She gave one last cry, "Rachel,
heeeelp meeee. It feels soooo good! It feels soooooooo good!" Then she
began to orgasm. Her body shaked. He began kissing her, putting his
tongue all over her breasts. She orgasmed again. Then so did he. As he
pulled out, cum dripped down from her gaping pussy. Her clit was erect,
wanting more. He turned to face me. "Watch this", he said. He reached
down and touched her clit with one finger. Almost instantaneously she
orgasmed again, her body convulsing. "Considering the dosage I gave
her, the heightened effect should last about 15 minutes." Phoebe's head
rolled back. "Please fuck me again", she said.

"Ladies, I'm going to get cleaned up. When I return, we shall
continue. But before I leave, it would be a shame to let Phoebe suffer
without satisfaction." From a lower drawer, he removed a black strap.
Reaching behind Phoebe, he attached the strap to the narrow plate
supporting her lower back. it dangled between her legs. Then, from yet
another drawer, he picked up a large ribbed vibrator. A wire attached to
the rear of the vibrator was connected to a small control unit. With little
effort, he pushed the vibrator slowly into Phoebe's dripping cunt. She
moaned with pleasure, thrusting her hips to take it even deeper. The
strap was then brought between her legs and attached to the front of the
waist clamp. He pulled the strap tight, keeping the vibrator in place.
Then he turned it on! "Ohhhh, yesssss, God that feels gooood. Ohhhhh,
ohhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhheeeeee" She orgasmed again. "Maybe I'd better
lower the setting", he said. Then he walked to a door in the wall behind
Monica, punched a code into a panel to unlock the door, and left. Phoebe
continued to moan with pleasure. "What has he done to Phoebe", I
thought. "Is that the way Monica and I will be soon? Are we really going
to become sexual toys for his clientele." My whole body shivered. I tried
to get Monica's attention. She was staring into space again. "Aaahhicaa,
Aaahica!" She looked at me. Her eyes were red from crying. She was
breathing hard and her chest was moving up and down. "Iii Ohhhhkay",
I told her. She shook her head "No". Phoebe continued to moan,
occasionally reaching another orgasm.