Jenny's apartment.

We're sitting around drinking, and when I return from the bathroom, Jenny has refilled my Scotch and soda. Justine makes fun of me for drinking like yuppie scum and Jenny giggles. "Nice place," I tell Jenny, looking around, smirking, "looks like Liberace and Madonna rented a fuckpad together but couldn't decide who got to do the decorating".

"Drink up," Kat smirks.

A few minutes later, I'm feeling flushed and dizzy. Jenny lights a cigarette, smirks, mentions she slipped an Ambien into my drink, notes "You really should have expected that" and laconically pushes me back down as I try to stand up. "Don't bother, darlin'" and I catch the exhale of her cigarette full-on. The last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep is coughing.

When I wake up, I am saran wrapped to a very uncomfortable chair with a hard back. My arms are wrapped to my sides, and then my whole torso is wrapped to the chair. My legs are wrapped to the legs of the chair, and Kat, whose hair is purple fading to violet this week, smiles and says "Mornin' sunshine. It was a serious bitch getting you wrapped up like this....you're not getting loose anytime soon."

I start to say something but Jenny, who has obviously been waiting for me to open my mouth, very theatrically shoves a filthy sock (when I taste it I nearly gag) in and seals it up with duct tape, rubs her hands together theatrically. Justine laughs right in my face and belches a little, blowing it in my face and then saying "Oh, excuse me, dear."

I'm sweating already from the saran wrap and Jenny, who is closing the windows, says "It's getting hot in here. Let's go sit in the front room." As I mmmmph through the gag, Justine looks at me, smirks and says "Aren't you coming? No? Okay." The light goes out, the door slams shut, time passes.

Justine, who is wearing a Cramps tee shirt and combat boots, comes back in, sipping a bottle of Fiji water and I'm dying of thirst, sweating and in desperate need of pissing all at once, which I didn't think was possible. She reaches into her pockets and produces a wicked looking set of nipple clamps, which she slowly, ceremoniously, attaches to me as I cringe and whimper. My nipples are hypersensitive to begin with and the girls always make it a point to pay extra attention to the nipples whenever they torture me. Justine straddles me, looks into my eyes, grinning, and kisses my cheek, and then promptly begins to obnoxiously slobber all over it. I'm mmmphing, struggling like crazy, but totally trapped as Kat and Jenny walk back in. "I see you got some life back into him" says Jenny and they all laugh.

Justine continues to play with my nipples, and every time she tweaks the clamps every nerve in my body feels like it's on fire. "You're so totally our little bitch" she coos.

"We should make him start coming to the shows with us in drag" says Jenny, "in fact he should come up on stage. We can handcuff him there and have him dance."

I'm obviously horrified by this suggestion and the three start laughing again, while Jenny slips behind me and puts me in sort of a headlock, where my head is buried in her armpit. Once again there's nothing I can do except wriggle and squirm and Kat laughs, says "Take deep breaths. Really relish that aroma."

"We have plans for you in the morning" says Justine, "but we wanted to make sure you stuck around. So, you know, stick around."

Jenny takes the tape off my mouth and lets me spit the sock out. "I know that really would've made you puke and we don't want you dying on us in the middle of the night. Besides, I have some food for you." Jenny dangles a jalapeno pepper in front of me and I clamp my mouth shut tight.

"Good strategy" says Kat, straddling me, casually pinching my nose shut, "it's not like you'll have to breathe or anything." There is really nothing more humiliating than being completely and totally objectified, to the point of being mechanized. I have no choice but to gasp for breath. Jenny shoves the jalapeno whole into my mouth and slaps tape over it while Kat holds my throat tightly and says "Don't swallow. Don't chew. Just let it rest on your tongue, dork."

In no time, my mouth is raging. My tongue feels swollen and on fire. My eyes are watering and the longer I hold the hot pepper there, the worse it gets. I'm squirming, wriggling against the plastic wrap but there's absolutely no give and sweat is pouring down my face. My eyes are watering so hard I'm actually crying and the only part of my body I can move even a little is my head. My nose is burning and Kat finally takes her fingers off my throat, takes the tape off, grins and says "You can spit it out now."

By now the damage is done and my tongue is throbbing, my mouth is burning and I can hardly see through the tears in my eyes as I'm begging for water. All three of the girls pull up chairs in a semi-circle around me, rest their boots on my lap, and they're all drinking water and talking shit to me. I'm begging, offering anything for a sip of water, and Kat smirks and says "Babe, you really don't have anything you can give me that I want more than to just watch you suffer."

"Shhhhh" says Justine, "I'm on the phone." I can hear parts of her end of the conversation and she's giggling, saying things like "No, we totally did that to his drink" and "Ha ha yeah, just now, now we're just sitting her sipping some water and he's freaking out, crying."

"My eyes are watering I'm not crying" I insist, as I see Justine putting her cellphone right in front of my face, taking a picture. A minute later I hear loud giggling on the other end and Justine is laughing saying "I know right? And he's so red!"

Finally, Kat yawns, says she's tired. Justine hangs up the phone. Jenny says "Oh what the hell, we should at least give him some water" and then, predictably, they all screw the caps back on their bottles super-tight, laugh, and put the bottles right at my feet. My mouth is still burning and I'm laughing but also yelling at them, seriously begging to at least let me go to the bathroom which is when Jenny says "Oh don't worry babe. We put newspaper on the floor all around you." I look down and realize, with a humiliating feeling, that's true, just as somebody shuts the light off and the door closes tight.