Accept the invitation

"Where are you going?" you ask, hearing your own drunkenness in your voice.

"An after hours club," one answers. "A very entertaining place. You should come, I think you'd enjoy it."

The idea sounds intriguing. You've enjoyed the company of these guys, enjoyed flirting with them and letting them make you laugh, and from the look on the faces of your friends they feel the same way. An unspoken agreement passes between you, and Brianna nods.

"We're in! Whisk us away!" she giggles, raising her glass in a toast. All of you take a big swig of your drinks, as one of the guys heads off to get their vehicle.

A few moments later the guys escort you out a basement door, all of you laughing and joking and flirting. Waiting outside is a large passenger van, the door open. The guys assist you and your friends into the van then climb in behind. One of them refreshes your drinks, and more toasts are drunk as the van pulls away from the house.

You snuggle against one of the guys, your **** fuelled libido starting to heat your pussy. You love the feel of his male warmth as you lean against him, sipping your drink and purring happily as you listen to your friends giggling and laughing. You feel a hand stroking your body gently and wriggle a bit to let the owner know you appreciate it, and let your own hand fall to his lap to find a growing bulge under his robes.

You are contemplating taking things further when you realise the van has stopped, and the passenger door slides open.

"We are here, brothers and ladies! Debark the coach and let us make merry as we root out heresy!" the driver says with a flamboyant gesture. You step down into what appears to be an enclosed garage or loading dock, with several doors leading off it.

"The back entrance is always preferred," the driver laughs. "Ladies, let us go within. Many pleasures await us." He lead the way up a short set of stairs and opens a door, gesturing you into a dimly lit room.

It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust enough to make out details, and then they widen with shock. The room is equipped as a dungeon. A **** chamber.

"No one expects the Spanish Inquisition," a voice hisses in your ear.