Fishing for Information: A Disappearing Identity Scam
Did I end up here? Oh, the embarrassment! I've received plenty of IT training throughout my years working in tech companies, including how to identify phishing scams. But somehow... I found myself in this situation. I should be much more mortified.
Where I was, I was drugged on a massage table, lying face down as a woman outlined my fate. It was outside of regular hours, in a nearly vacant commercial complex, in a quiet neighborhood. Don't click on links from senders you don't trust, people!
It began innocently. An email from our company's sports and social club didn't appeal to me. I was a new employee at a growing startup, primarily populated by young people. There were many fresh college grads and inexperienced folks. I, being a mid-40s engineer with a bit more experience, was hired to work on a new development project. It was long hours and hard work, but exciting, as I was helping create a potentially lucrative new product. The workplace was a lively environment with a great team.
The email offered a chair massage.
In this region of Europe, chair massages are not as common as they are in the States. There are no public shoulder rubs in malls or shopping centers. So I declined, eventually forgetting all about it. A couple of weeks later, as I walked to get a coffee, a young woman in her mid-twenties struggled with a bulky wheeled bag and asked for help holding the door open. She was taller than average, and her brown hair was tied in a ponytail. Her scrub top and leggings let it slip she was in good shape. She had the athletic build of a trainer. She was incredibly attractive!
I helped, of course. Motivated by chivalry, politeness, and a bit of horniness... I received a "Thanks!" as she continued on her way. As I sat in the break room with my coffee, I asked about the mystery lady.
"Chair massage girl. She was in the small meeting room down the hall - she has the hands of an angel!" replied a drowsy coworker, still glowing from her company-subsidized half-hour shoulder rub. The regret was crushing, as I realized...
Because of this lingering annoyance, when the email came into my inbox, offering another massage for those who'd missed out, I didn't suspect anything and took advantage of the opportunity. The company had apparently shared their mailing list - why would I question if it was real? I needed to believe it was too good to pass up.
The response was quick. They had an opening that evening after 7, at a walk-in medical clinic in town. Was that suitable? And, if I was willing to allow a trainee massage therapist to work on me, they could offer a 90-minute session for the same discounted price as the sports and social club had proposed. Saving money and potentially having my hands massaged by the mystery lady was too tempting to resist. Little did I know...
I showed up five minutes early to Dean Medical Center. Located in the middle of a mixed commercial area, between a coffee shop (closed for the night) and a furniture store. Most businesses were closed, making it easy to find parking.
Pristine and showered, I carefully walked through the mirrored glass front door. Medical smells were in the air, but the atmosphere was surprisingly quiet. It was darker than I anticipated. The girl I'd met at work sat casually on the receptionist's desk, waiting for me. "Hi, John?" she asked, as she jumped up to greet me. "I'm Pauline. Follow me, please," she cheerfully said, heading toward a door marked "Exam Room 1." I complied, as she began to clarify the situation. "We rent this space to train people. Don't tell your coworkers from work, but I'm not fully certified yet!" I assured her that I was attracted by the positive recommendations from my workplace and that I had no concerns. She grinned at me as I passed and joked, "Are you sure a cheap massage wasn't part of it??"
I laughed awkwardly, feeling a little embarrassed, and more than relieved by how casual the setup was compared to the more ordinary Thai massages available around town. She was cheerful and confident, and it's no secret she was attractive and fit. She leaped alongside me as we walked into the large exam room. Lithe and comfortable, she looked at ease in her environment. and was dressed the same as before, but more at home here. "By the way, have you seen the NBA schedule? Mark your calendar."
In the dimly lit center of the room, a standard massaging table sat, covered in a towel and accompanied by dark drapes that reached the floor. The walls were adorned with typical medical supplies such as kidney bowls and cardboard boxes filled with disposable test kits. The atmosphere had a slightly more hospital-like feel than a regular NHS doctor's office. A scent diffuser attempted to mask the sterile scent with a more pleasant fragrance. Soft water noises played in the background, aiming to create a relaxing ambiance.
Standing beside the table was a woman in her late thirties, dressed in dark scrubs. She projected an aura of confidence and authority. Her dark hair was cut into a short bob. "Hello, John. I'm Linda. Are you prepared to serve as our guinea pig for tonight?" she inquired with a wide smile, making direct eye contact.
"Sure, just tell me what you need me to do."
She gestured towards the table. "Please lie face-down here. Have you ever had a massage before?" I informed her that I had. "To make your experience more comfortable, we plan ahead and have you drink plenty of water after your session. If you could have what Pauline's offering you, it would be great."
I lost sight of Pauline in the dark, but she reappeared, carrying a glass of water. I took it and brought it to my face. "It's an electrolyte drink," she told me, before returning to the shadows. "It has a citrus flavor, but will taste salty," she called out.
"I'm used to it; I consume the same thing for hangovers." They smiled politely in response to my attempt at sounding confident. Despite the situation's quirkiness, the prospect of being massaged by two attractive women aided me in overcoming any embarrassment. I worried that I might make a fool of myself when they turned me over.
Linda broke the silence as I tried the drink. "How does it taste?" She spoke softly like a teacher.
"It's fine." I removed any obstacles and discarded my clothes, leaving them on a plastic chair in the corner. "I'll slip under the towel." The ladies exited through a side door.
I adjusted to the dimness of the room, barely seeing the normal dentist-style chair in the middle and the various medical equipment scattered around. It appeared set up for minor procedures rather than a regular doctor's office. A powerful examination spotlight hung from the ceiling, looking a bit out of place amid the darkness.
I tried to relax and immerse myself in the environment designed to promote relaxation.
I attempted to free the towel, but it clung stubbornly to the opposite side of the table. "Maybe they want to ensure people aren't only slightly covering themselves?" I thought as I attempted to move it. I carefully pushed it aside, climbed onto the table, and nestled into the cushioned surface. I felt cocooned by the thick towel that covered me from shoulders to ankles, like being in my own bed.
A gentle knock on the door signaled the return of the two women.
"Great! You're ready. Pauline, you can begin your routine." Linda patted my shoulder. "I will guide you through it. We'll ask a few questions and instructions while you relax. She's almost fully trained by now, so she knows what she's doing. Do you have any allergies or medical conditions?" I informed her that I did not.
Pauline was the next one to speak, inquiring about the areas I wanted her to focus on and informing me to guide her with the pressure. I instructed her to take control since she was the professional. As we continued talking, Linda drew closer and mentioned that they usually struggle to find willing volunteers to train young massage therapists. In the dimly lit face hole, I detected Pauline shifting positions. The towel, keeping me warm, made it comfortable as Pauline began massaging my head.
Linda chatty talked to me from the side, "Thanks for doing this. I know it's cheap for you, but we always have a tough time finding volunteers for our massage therapy trainees." I heard Pauline making slight movements in front, and a peculiar fragrance became distinguishable. "We're testing out a new type of aromatherapy technique at the moment," Linda enlightened me. I started to feel more at ease as Pauline's soothing hands worked their way down my neck.
Standing at the head of the bed, Pauline applied gentle pressure on different parts of my body while Linda continued striking up an engaging conversation. Her fingers wandered around, touching me, as if out of curiosity. I provided brief responses, deliberately skipping some details concerning my work. I've never been talented in small talk, but the therapeutic experience blurred my usual inhibitions.
Toward the end of the conversation, Linda suggested, "I just need to adjust your towel a bit." She fastened the towel underneath the table. The short clicks of a ratchet accompanied the gradual tightening. This distraction made me to momentarily regain my awareness, aware of my inability to move. Pauline, aware of my rising concern, lightly laughed.
"He's starting to wise up, Linda," she laughed. "We didn't give him enough of the prep solution. We have to get him more before he figures out what's going on."
"All good, my dear," Linda countered reassuringly, as my attempts to wriggle free were thwarted by the binding restraint. "All you need to do is inhale deeply from the gas and drift off."
The heightened odor became stronger, and a faint hiss filled the air. The pressure of Pauline's hands on my head intensified, urging me to relax, attempting to seal me back into the massage table. Ringing in my ears and my head growing increasingly hazy, I could make out Pauline's breathing next to me, "Just breathe deeply, my dear, and you'll soon awaken." She loosened the towel, allowing me to take a deep breath to inhale the gas.
The Darkness, feminine laughter, and foggy thoughts surrounding the two warm hands faded away. Eventually, I awoke – not with sleep's end, but with a sluggish return to awareness. Despite sitting on a dentist-style chair with stirrups and feet secured, being exposed wasn't so uncomfortable, thanks to the blanket covering me. My arms were immobilized, but I wasn't inclined to worry as I was still a little disoriented from the unusual experience.
As I scanned my surroundings, Linda stood to my right, smiling brightly and gently stroking my forehead. Pauline stood to my left, her grip still smooth and secure.
"Hey, sleepyhead," Linda gestured. "You're quite the talker with a little coaxing." I leaned toward her, curious and confused. "I hope you don't mind," she emphasized as Pauline nodded, both women maintaining their smirks. "To ensure we get all the information we need, we've given you a little assistance."
"What kind of assistance?" I questioned, my thoughts still jumbled. Pauline detailed, "We started with Valium and Viagra in the prep drink, then a minor application of Nitrous-oxide to induce relaxation, and then a hit of Isoflurane once you started to get a little excited." Her words bounced between Linda, who reaffirmed the details.
Linda added, "To prevent any illegal or patent-worthy information from surfacing, we'll need to ensure you remain unconscious, at least for a while. Just get some sleep, and you'll be back to your usual self shortly."
My former sense of relaxation was swiftly disappearing "You can't do this! Jesus Christ! I'm sure you don't think....MMMMMPHMHMH!" I was interrupted mid-rant by Pauline pressing a transparent mask over my face. I futilely struggled, still too groggy to put up a fight. The gentle tightness of the mask's seal forced me to inhale the powerful scent of Isoflurane. It hit me hard once more. My mind was only just getting hazy when she removed the mask again. She smirked at me with a sense of satisfaction. She clearly relished having control. Linda clamped my chin, directing my gaze toward her, forcing me to meet her eyes.
"Now, here's the deal," she said, her tone casual, "We already know some of what we need, and we're planning to obtain the rest via you, but we favor a degree of resistance. Pauline gets a kick out of asserting her dominance, so keep a small fight for her amusement," she glanced at me approvingly as Pauline grinned back, still keeping my face turned. "Since bloody Brexit, there's been a shortage of quality sperm for fertility clinics in the UK. The offer we're giving you is: either Pauline's pet syringe, which contains a hypnotic. If I inject that into you, you'll barely remember leaving work today. And you'll feel awful for a day or two for good measure."
"Or," Linda took over, "on the other hand, we might provide you with some much more enjoyable medications. Help you do your part for the infertile couples of your nation, and have a bit of fun while we're all here and consenting?"
She paused to let her words sink in. "So, we can give you the happy ending you desired when you arrived here, the clinic receives some sperm, and we profit by trading information. No one gets hurt, no hard drugs, no hangover either, as long as you're cooperative. What do you say?"
What could I do? I likely already revealed more than necessary, and I certainly didn't want to receive any of those surgical drugs. As I surmised, Linda's expression confirmed that I wouldn't be refusing. I managed an unsteady smile for the two of them. The gas had been somewhat blissful, I contemplated. They nodded to each other affectionately, smiling. In unison, they withdrew the blanket from me.
Pauline moved around my raised foot, positioning herself between my legs, and began gently massaging my testicles. She smirked at me.
"Have you tried Viagra or Cialis before?" Linda inquired.
I replied, "No".
Pauline started to stroke my penis quite slowly. "So, after we get the first good load from you, Linda and I might take advantage of the situation?"
"Well, do we?" I joked, already feeling hard.
Pauline growled, "It might not all be you being pampered like this." Her face was flushed. I would have never dreamed I'd be naked with a girl that hot and be able to observe her so visibly aroused.
"Fantastic, let's have some fun! Encourage him a bit more, but go easy. We aim to extract a large load from him, remember," Linda declared, as she folded her arms, tugged off her scrub top. She revealed the body of a woman who had clearly been working out, a sports bra that emphasized impressive cleavage, not skinny like Pauline, but with a flat stomach all the same. "You don't want to be fully dressed now, Pauline?" she chuckled. The enchanting hand stopped caressing me. I tried to raise my head, but restraints made it impossible. I pleaded with Linda.
"Not yet, John, we've got to look after our own safety! We can't have you becoming overly excited and doing something dumb!" She nodded at Pauline. "Let's administer more of the strength-draining drug." Pauline strolled toward the wall-mounted countertops, her bare ass discernible underneath her smock.
Linda slipped off her trousers and panties in a single motion. I immersed myself in her visual spectacle as I felt a chilly object at my anus! "Whoa! - What the fu...?" [Laugh]
The mask was pressed against my face once more, this time Linda placing it there. She whispered softly into my ear, "This is simply meant to calm you down, take a few breaths for me. Good boy! What Pauline holds is an emergency medication for seizures. That dosage would completely knock a teenager out, but it'll only make someone of your weight weak and cooperative for us." Pauline gently pushed some cold lubricant into me with a gloved finger. The gas wasn't as strong as before, leaving me feeling somewhat tipsy.
Pauline picked up a small, round-tipped, syringe-like tool. "Do I give him the whole thing?" she asked Linda, who nodded. It slid into me as Linda watched, and she emptied the syringe into my ass. With a smug look on her face, she removed the glove and went back to caressing my still rigid penis. "Mmm, no resistance. I think he's ready for more of that kind of play." She winked at Linda.
Linda grinned back at her, "If I had you as drugged up as this, I'd let you do anything you wanted with me! But we'll have time to fuck him in the ass later."
Linda took off the mask again and I took several deep breaths, clearing my mind slightly as a dull tingle began in my groin. "How long does it take to take effect?" Pauline inquired, still playing with my penis, more forcefully now. I tried to lift my hips and push into her hand, but I was struggling to move with any force.
"A couple of minutes in someone of his size, but with the gas still affecting him, I'd say he's feeling it quite strongly. I think we can loosen his chest and arms now." Linda said excitedly. The pressure on my chest released, and I took more deep breaths, each one helping to remove more of the gas. I started feeling a humming noise, and the room began to spin like I was drunk. It only took me a moment to recognize it was the top part of the table being lowered. Gaining my composure, I felt Pauline probing my ass again with her fingertip. I barely had time to register it before Linda's bare vulva appeared next to me as the table flattened out completely. I looked up at her as she took off her sports bra. With her beautiful breasts free, she smiled proudly down at my helpless form. She put a knee on the table and straddled my head, momentarily covering me with her pussy until she adjusted her position, pinning my arms to the table. "Do a good job down there, and we'll decide how long we keep you here."
I hungrily licked her pussy, which was already extremely wet, so I tried my best to find her clit, sucking and licking fervently all over her pussy. I strained to free a hand and slid it into her. Judging by her soft moans, I was doing something right and after a minute or two, my focus shifted to the finger thrusting slowly in and out of my ass. I'm not totally inexperienced with anal, but I was quickly realizing that I had never experienced it being done properly before.
The intense stroking inside me made me feel like I needed to pee, which, at that moment, I thought would feel as good as ejaculating.
"Concentrate on that lovely pussy, and you'll be satisfied in return." Pauline said slowly, as the pressure and feeling from the finger inside me decreased.
I desperately wanted to experience that sensation again, so I redirected my attention back to the still moaning Linda. I freed the other hand and found one of hers already there, squeezing her nipple. I mimicked this on her other side, and I continued licking and sucking while sliding a finger into her. She began shaking a bit and became even more soaked.
I continued like this, at a steady pace, until her legs clamped onto my head, and I could feel her clenching inside. She shook intensely and said, "No theatrical orgasms?", to which Linda replied, "No, I'm not the type for that. Jesus, you'll have to try him though, he's really into it!"
Slowly, Linda climbed off me and stepped away from the table, returning a short time later with a chair which she placed heavily into it.
This man began caressing himself lightly, spreading moistness on his smooth torso. "I'll just observe you now!" she chuckled at me, causing my heart to skip a beat. My penis became cold, yet Pauline's finger kept lodged inside me. A deep sigh could be heard, and I swiveled my head just as Linda drew in a deep lungful from the gas mask.
"Keep your eyes focused!" Pauline snapped, firmly holding my member. She recommenced stroking me once more. "We'll all experience the gas's delight in a bit, it's so wonderful, but first, we must complete our mission!" as her finger rediscovered my prostate. "Right!" she asserted, back to business mode. "Let's draw this out of you"
She intensified her pressure and the speed of her hand's movements within my rear. "Come on, bring sleepy Beauty over here to help collect the mess," we both took a glance at Linda, who had abandoned the gas and was idly caressing herself.
"Give me a second, for Christ's sake!" Linda cried, pretending irritation. She arose and reached under the table, retrieving a small plastic beaker. She winked at me as she reassumed her position at the base of my member. Giving the receptacle to Pauline, she replaced her with her mouth upon my penis and commenced sucking me feverishly. At this point, I would like to remark that this went on for quite some length, but in actuality, due to the visual appeal, the digital probe in my anus, and the excellent oral sex, I quickly trembled and she barely removed her mouth in time for me to ejaculate. Spasms rippled through my weakened body. Pauline stood prepared, holding the plastic beaker to collect everything.
I lay there, gasping for breath, as they observed their booty. "What do you think, shall we keep him for a day or two?" Linda inquired of Pauline.
"I'm feeling a bit shortchanged at the moment, so yes!" Pauline replied, concerned about her own needs. "What should I provide him with to release him? Is the car parked outside to take him back to my place?" Pauline inquired, as I tried to regain my consciousness.
Linda pondered briefly before a pivotal idea entered her head, "I'm considering a bit of Sodium pentothal. That way, we won't even need the car. He'll speak all his final secrets to me in the back of your vehicle," She smiled knowingly, setting my nerves on edge.
My thoughts raced back to the present - thus far, the drugs had been tolerable, but the prospect of injecting me with a stronger substance played a part in my accepting this deal. "Ladies, can we not...mmmmmmhhhhh!!!"
Again, the gas mask. This time, it had a strong odor. Whatever she'd injected into my rectum beforehand had completely depleted my power. My futile attempts to rid myself of the mask were feeble, likely appearing as if I was trying to assist her. My brain quickly became hazy, and my body was powerless.
It took Lady Linda just a moment to securely fasten my arm with a strap before plunging a syringe full of clear liquid into a vein. I watched her squeeze the plunger gradually, and as I drifted into a haze of unconsciousness, my erected member resisted. "Unbelievable what medical science can achieve" I reasoned as darkness enveloped me.
The upcoming events in Pauline's house will be described in a future tale.
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