The Pool

When she finally regained her bearings, Laura was looking at her. Wait, Laura? How did she get here? In her haze her arm moved again toward her tickled clit and was ready to impale herself when she felt the container move splashing water in her face to get her out of the state.

Janice was still in a trance, but the other two looked around hopefully as they heard voices on the outside. They started shouting and begging for whoever was out there to let them out, thumping on the metal while their voices echoed around, but it didn't seem like anyone could hear them, although the two could hear something very close to the container that sent a wave of shock into each of their bodies.

It was a man's voice, gruff and loud, "Alright, we've got the package, load it up and send it to the house!" The street where they were talking, the big truck with the container in the flatbed, and the very same kind of container that they were in, it was all starting to make horrible, clear sense. The three of them had just been abducted by someone who was very, very good at doing it.

"The pictures..." Hannah said slowly, while behind them it sounded like Janice was just reaching a dramatic climax, her screams of ecstasy bouncing all over the metal cylinder. What was happening to them, she thought faintly, as the teasing all over her body started to eat away at her again and her hand reached instinctively for her pulsating cunt.

"No, don't do it!" But it was too late, Hannah was masturbating again just as Janice was coming to. Before she, too could start again, Laura swam deftly around to her and grabbed her hand. Hannah's moaning could be heard behind her, but it looked like, between the one hand keeping Janice afloat, and the other held in Laura's grasp, at least one of her friends was still safe. It was all she could do though not to reach her own hand down to her waiting vagina and do the same.

"What's going on?" Janice said faintly, able to gain a moment of clarity not to start rubbing herself again out of sheer carnal need. The memories of her completely submitting to what the water did to them was terrifying, but she thought it would help when the two started to talk about it.

But that was not the case when Laura explained what happened and that they had been abducted. Janice's eyes grew wider and wider as the story continued, so completely paralyzed with abject fear that she didn't even notice herself slipping again as her pussy burned with desire constantly, without end. Her hand moved between her legs rather than keeping her afloat, the fear disappearing while she focused on the moans of pleasure coming from Hannah on the opposite side.

"Janice, what's wrong?" Laura didn't even notice that Janice's other arm had entered her pussy, full fist and was thrusting. It wasn't until a faint moan escaped her friends lips that she realized with a scream that her friend was masturbating again. She looked around, hoping that Hannah was somewhere close to getting herself off, but after fist-fucking herself once, the high that it gave her was simple not enough anymore. Please climax soon, she found herself thinking, one hand moving back to the straps of her bikini top unconsciously as the itching around it became to intense to leave it on. I can't last much longer...

It wasn't long before all three women were moaning and rubbing their sensitive, but never yielding pussies. The can they were in had long since been loaded onto a truck and was driving off to a place where they would never be found, and none of them cared anymore as they frantically touched and rubbed themselves. After losing complete control of their bodies, each found that they floated effortlessly, eventually bumping idly into each other.

"AaAAH!" Janice screamed and was pushed over the edge into a climax when she felt her breast being sucked on by one of the other girls. It was a surprise, but she was loving it! It was the first time in hours that she was able to finally get over her peak of pleasure that, in spite of the wonderful tickling, was actually starting to hurt.

All other reasoning had left the three of them, as well as the fear that they had been captured. The only thing that mattered at all was eventually reaching that shuddering climax each of them wanted so badly. Laura hadn't even reached her first, and was audibly begging for release until her sensitive lips came in contact with Janice's, kissing her and lavishing her tongue lustfully. The prodded and sucked each other's mouths before moving to their more sensitive breasts. Laura could tell that Janice was in absolute heaven, with two women pleasing her nipples so she could shove a finger inside her pussy more frantically.

Hannah could tell that Janice was trying to return the favor, but they were all caught in such an awkward position that it would have been impossible. She yelped in pleasure though, when a hand actually snuck around her own arms and groped one of her unbelievable sensitive breasts.

The women started to have very little other understanding of what they should do other than please themselves. Their bodies never seemed to prune, sink, or grow tired, but the unending peak of their pleasure almost made this can they were in total hell. That is, until one day.

The side of the metal cylinder opened up, releasing both the water and the women onto a cold, stone floor, where each of them coughed and wretched at the sudden interruption to their bliss. Then, each of them realized slowly that they were no longer being brushed or tickled into unending arousal. They could think, and each of them were at first at a loss for words as to what they were doing to each other, but then at where they were.

It was, by appearance, a giant stone box with each dimension being about twenty feet. On the floor beneath them, the water that they'd just been in spilled out and slipped through hair-thin cracks in the corners of the floor. They each looked at each other, completely naked with no signs of each of their respective swimsuits anywhere, in spite of them being at least somewhere in the can when they arrived.

Janice crumpled on the floor, holding her head and started to sob, "What is going on! I want to go home..." The horrifying truth that this was no dream came to her in pieces. She was forced to make love with her friends out of overwhelming arousal alone after being locked in a can for several days straight by being sucked underwater through means that were still a complete mystery to her, and now they had all been dumped onto the floor of some giant cube-room to wait for what was next. She sat on the ground, shaking uncontrollably and holding her knees while her friends tried to comfort her. There wasn't much to be said, though, as what she thought pretty much summed it up in a nutshell.

Hannah and Laura tried saying anything they could, which was mostly just a lot of "It'll be alright" or Laura's best argument was "If they went through this much to get us, we must be special, right?" Though, the only reason that Hannah could think of was that none of them had any close friends other than each-other, and they had all been raised in a high-quality foster home with large deposits of money left over from their parents passing. The thought of them having that kind of a "storybook" background only added to Hannah's tension. What if it wasn't as storybook as it sounded?

Then, suddenly, a part of the wall on the opposite side of the room lifted to reveal a blank, black opening, through which a man dressed in only what looked like a white bath-robe entered. As he approached, the three women could only gape at his absolutely flawless appearance, with a completely shaven designer face that only celebrities had, and well trained, chin-length brown hair. His eyes were what caught their attention though. They were a deep shade of crimson red that he could never get away with saying he had naturally. He cleared his throat and spoke in a relaxed, deliberately accented voice.

"Hello, beauties, I presume you want to know why you're here?" He asked the question more to give them one than to impose one that they may have had. Suddenly, Laura shook herself from staring at him to speak first.

"Yes, that would be nice." She said, trying to sound calm to what would probably be the only person they'd meet from now one who would be kind in return. For a moment, though, he simply looked her up and down, and part of her thought for a moment that he was drinking her in, like she was some kind of eye-candy she wasn't used to being. Laura shrank a little while she waited for him to reply.

He cleared his throat before speaking again carefully, "I won't lie to you. You are a trio of test subjects for some products that will probably never make it to the legal market." Both Laura and Janice gasped, but Hannah replied with an edge to her voice.

"Will we ever get out?" She knew the answer before he spoke, but this would make it final, which was something that she preferred to uncertainty.

"No, unfortunately not. My peers and I are not convinced that you won't go and tell your local authorities about us, which eventually makes its way to the CIA, and they just can't live without a share of the fun. Although I bet you won't want to leave, given a few weeks here." Hannah looked back to the other two, and Laura gave her a warning look. If she thought they shouldn't get on this asshole's bad-side, then she was probably right, but still, the thought of living as lab rats was degrading.

"Now, what you didn't ask me is why I'm here." They each looked back at the man, noticing that he had a wide grin spread across his face. Great, Janice thought, what more did they have to anticipate from this horrible place.

He spoke again, looking at Hannah, "Hmm... Hannah, is it?" She nodded, more concerned still about leaving than how this man found out who she was. "Yes, I would like you to turn around and bend over." He said, one of his hands deftly unfastening the knot in his robe.

"What?" She said, blinking, but rather than answering, he released the robe and let it fall, exposing his beautiful toned body and erect dick pointing out, hard. Her first intention was to tell him to fuck off, but when she saw that body, her mind played tricks on her, turning her on instantly and she did as she was told, facing the other way and bending over to point her exposed rear to the guy.

Laura and Janice were equally lost for words at this new sight, getting turned on and sitting on the floor while the watched him approach their friend. Whatever this man was, he was a god of beauty, and each of them wished it was their bodies being exposed so wonderfully. He spoke again, his voice suddenly sounding sexy and seductive.

"Stand on your hands and knees, Hannah." She drank in the words, doing as she was told with no other thought other than that in the heat of this moment. It was unbelievable, she was about to feel herself getting filled with a man's cock for the first time in her life, and her stomach fluttered at the thought that it was this man who would do it.

She waited expectantly until she felt his dick gracing the entrance to her pussy, making her unbelievably hot, but she wanted to know what the hell this guy was waiting for. He did this for a long time, with another finger rubbing her clit carefully while her body shook with anticipation. She tried with all her might not to shove her back onto his waiting dick, knowing that she couldn't act until he asked her to. That request was not coming, though, and she started to panic that maybe all the foreplay with this god of a man would be for nothing.

"Fuck me, please." She cried softly, unable to stop herself as she began caressing one of her breasts, small and pert but still ready to be toyed with. She begged that over and over, until she finally moaned aloud with the tip of his cock entering her vagina slowly.

He kept it there like that, wafting the tip up and down, inciting more moans of pleasure out of her with each movement. With the heat building inside of her, Hannah could get off just with this, but it wasn't enough, she wanted to climax dozens of times with this man inside of her, filling her.

She cried and moaned until she finally felt him push his entire length into her waiting hole, slowly and carefully, making her groan and cry softly with every inch inside of her he came. It came to her with a bit of lucidity that his length was not only extremely thick, but also almost an entire foot in length. Her breathing came in sharper as she begged for him to keep going, and shove his whole length inside her. When it was all done, she looked over to the other women, who had started masturbating at the sight of her penetration. Once completely inside of her, reaching deeper and filling her more than she'd ever known possible, the man started gentle thrusts.

"Beg me to fuck you." He said in the same seductive voice of his, and she obeyed more than willingly.

"Yes, please fuck me! Fill me up and keep going, and don't ever stop!" She felt his pace quicken, thrusting into her harder and faster than before. She yelped with each pounding, knowing she was being rewarded for her obedience. The tension building inside of her was threatening to make her burst

"Call me your master and keep begging." He said again, and she did, hoping her firm tits would be grabbed next as he pace kept quickening.

"You are my master! Ugh! And you... Agh! Need to keep going!" Her body begged to be filled more, and she would keep pleasing this man like a wanton whore. All she could think about was how great a moment this was. His pace quickened so that he was jackhammering into her, making her body's heat build again until she reached the best climax of her life, screaming with delight. She could tell that the other two were moaning as they pleasured themselves, too, but Hannah felt a kind of vindictive pride in that it was she who was being filled by this man. He kept pounding her and she kept begging him to keep going in her most seductive voice, calling him master and being rewarded with pleasure and yet another climax.

His firm, smooth hands reached down and squeezed her breasts firmly, stealing another gasp and scream from her while his hips kept ramming into her, but losing speed. She knew from his harsh breathing and grunts that he must be filling her. Hannah felt more whole than she was before, thanking the man through gasps for the best sex she would ever have while she returned to her senses.

When she realized completely what she had just done, she stumbled away from him, his dick coming out of her with a sickening squelch. She fell to the floor only feet ahead, panting and still moaning with how alive her body had been. It sounded like the other two were coming to their senses too, and she heard Janice speak loudly.

"What did you just do to her!?" She cupped a hand needlessly over her pussy and looked frantically over to the shaking form of Hannah on the floor a few feet away. The man covered his toned body with the robe again, chuckling slightly.

"That, my beauties, was me testing to see if this new 'charm' I've got will work on a girl at the bar. If it could do that to three alert girls who have already been through so much arousal already, imagine what it could do to a girl that's into me, you know what I mean? Anyway, goodnight!" He walked away more swiftly than the girls realized the man could walk, stepping out of an opening some ways away from the one he'd come through. Hannah continued to cradle her knees, shaking uncontrollably.

"I was begging for it." She said, absolutely horrified, and Laura tried to comfort her, but Hannah looked totally spooked. After all of that time watching commercials about products for men that boasted an ability to "ensnare women" the three of them had just encountered something that put those lies to shame just by looking at the man.

"I called him master." There were tears in her eyes now, "What's going to happen to us?" Laura watched as the strongest woman she knew broke down in sobs and she cradled Hannah in her arms. It was only minutes after they had been dumped out of the can, and one of them had already been "tested" on a product that would now be used on some unsuspecting woman to get her into bed with that man. Suddenly, Laura wasn't fearing for her life, but for her dignity.

Chapter Two, Surgery

It had been almost two days since that man had sex with Hannah, although occasionally, the floor would open up like a trap-door so that a small tray of food and water could be pushed up to the surface. None of them dared to take any of it until the second day when the girls desperately needed water.

"It must have been something about the can we were in." Janice said, still eying a clear glass bottle of water. The big metal cylinder, which they found looked exactly like the one they'd seen on the back of that truck what seemed like so long ago, had long since been taken out of the room while they each slept in each-others' arms, even though the room wasn't actually cold at all. They decided that the water they were floating around in while they were "distracted" must have been giving them sustenance somehow.

Now, each of them knew, as time passed and they said nothing, that they would eventually have to drink the water. When at last she could take it no longer, Laura stood up and said she would risk it.

"Are you sure?" Janice asked tentatively, and Laura nodded. They would have to drink it eventually anyway, she thought, so why not give it a go. She took the bottle and sipped the contents at the surface. So far so good, she thought, noting that the water tasted fresh and normal, flowing down her throat gracefully without some kind of obscure sweetness or something like that. Without thinking or testing any more, she downed the entire contents of the one of three bottles. Laura then looked over to the other girls, nodding as they reached for their own bottles and started to drink.

The food went basically the same, with Laura testing it again, finding out there was no immediate effect, and the rest enjoyed it, whatever it was. It was basically some kind of salad made of strange U-shaped leaves, but the prospect of it being fresh and bitter tasting, and not some kind of obscure soup or bread that was too sweet or good, made it all the more trustworthy. Once finished, they heard footsteps as someone entered the room.

"Hello again, my beauties! I see you have discovered that our food is not poisoned?" Hannah glared at him, and almost felt the desire to vomit her food out right now, but she'd wolfed it down so fast after being so hungry, and she never figured out how to make herself puke. For now, all there was to do was give him the most hateful look she could muster, trying to avoid admiring his features or noticing he was wearing the same bathrobe as before while she did so.

"I realize that, in my haste to leave for my date, which was successful, thanks to Hannah, I didn't give all of you a proper welcome! Alright, where to begin," He crossed his arms and contorted his face into a faked thinking pose, "well, first, there's my name. My name is Henry, believe it or not, and I'm the one who will oversee your treatment and tests that you'll be put through. Before that, though, I'm afraid the three of you are going to have to go through a bit of surgery first."

Surgery, Laura thought, what did he mean by that? Before Laura could ask, though, Henry spoke again, this time trying to sound a bit kinder rather than enthusiastic.

"Now, I know you are all afraid, but trust me on this: around here, we think that breaking test subjects is a waste for the experiments. Think of toys, they're no fun anymore if they've been cracked or damaged, and that's how we want your minds, pure and always at stage one!" He clapped his hands together and smiled at the three horrified women.