Canyon City - The Castle Author - Denver  [denverstories{at}yahoo{dot}com] Rating -   [ 4.26 actual/31 vote(s) ] Site Rank - 852 of 1004 Unique Views - 8714 Story Codes - M-f, consensual, armbinder, bondage, chastity, cross-dressing, drugs, enema, slavery, toys Post Date - 4/14/2010 PDF Download -

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Author's Note: It's hard for modern readers to comprehend, but adult pulp fiction was hard to come by. One could have either visited an adult bookstore or a New York City newsstand. New York City was a long way off for most and adult bookstores were scary places – located bad neighborhoods, covered with filth, stunk of cleaning solvent, and were habituated by nefarious patrons. However, if one had the nerve and the drive, one could purchase an adult book. There were no videos for take home rental and only 35mm film peep shows. The sex in the movies was vanilla and of poor quality. Truth told, it was kind of gross – like watching your parents have sex. Books were entirely different. One could satisfy a variety of fetish desires. They ranged from cross dressing to TG bondage. With the product secured, one could hurry back home. Then one could savor the forbidden fruit and still act pious on Sunday morning. These days one can stream adult movies the like of which were not even dreamt of back then. All one needs is a credit card, PC, and DSL line. This proliferation of porn has given birth to specialty porn and plethora of free porn. These factors have saturated the industry and threatened to collapse the entire trade. It seemed fun to recreate the old-time, pulp fiction of years ago. It's the kind before the internet where it was just you, the book, and the author. I also admired the modern graphic novel 'Sin City' by Frank Miller. My city would be called 'Canyon City'. It's a place where anything and any story is possible.

Introduction

Canyon is geographically set high upon the top of a sheer rock wall. A river divides the old city to the south and new city to the north. Another rock wall to the west makes the city appear as if it set on a stage. Shakespeare said it best, "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts..." Sarah Smith and Chaz Alston are lovers. The term 'lovers' is thrown about in the same way that 'wife' or 'husband' used to be. It assumes the paragon of virtue 'true love'. Yet reality is so far from that apex. For this couple it lay crushed between avarice and ambition. It is a victim of a dual career, no-kids relationship. If asked another Shakespearian question, "Can one desire too much of a good thing?" they would answer 'no'.


Chapter 1

Our story begins in an unlikely place. It begins in a room that no longer exists, in a hotel that no longer stands, and in a city that passed away with Prohibition. Everyone has a hidden fantasy, and Reggie's revolved around 'The Outfit'. It was Chicago's notorious 1930's crime syndicate, and it included such members as Al Capone and Frank Nitti. The fantasy vacation included daring bank robberies, dark speakeasies, and high living with beautiful dames. He even picked out a gang name, Reggio 'Iron Hand' Scarlino. The fact that he was a reporter on assignment made it all the sweeter. All the expenses of his dream vacation were paid by the network. However, he was only a day into it when things went terribly wrong.

Reggie drew in a tremulous breath, and his eyes fluttered open. On the nightstand next to him lay a shot-glass tipped on its side. The contents were spilled in an amber pool of liquid. The whisky still coated the inside of his mouth. Its taste and viscosity reminded him of motor oil.

"Oh my head," he groaned, but the voice seemed off – too high pitched. He sat up in bed and felt locks spill over his shoulders and flowed down his back. Out of a primal urge more than deliberate thought, he struggle to his feet.

"What the hell!?"

Her skin was a perfect golden bronze. Her body was slender, fit, and beautiful. He moved his arms, and petite hands glided up her flat stomach. They first encountered the underwire support of a bra. A pair of cannon ball size breast filled the glossy black satin cups and weighed them down. Her fingers traced up the black lace that trimmed the cups. Golden swells of flesh bulged in all their glory. They were ponderous and more than filled his palms. When his thumbs grazed her nipples, electric tingles shot through him, and she sucked in a tiny gasp. His hands moved over the sturdy straps that wrapped around her sides and felt the clip behind his back. He felt the bra straps digging into his flesh but saw them arch over her shoulders.

He leaned in close, mesmerized by the beautiful girl in the mirror. Her plump, crimson lips parted in a silent gasp. Between a button nose and eyes as black as coal, she was beauty incarnate. His hands fluttered around the black satin choker that circled her neck and followed it around underneath her thick black locks. There was no clasp in back and only a D-ring in front. The smooth, unbroken surface revealed no means of removal.

His ego clung to the masculine pronoun as a shipwreck survivor to a piece of wreckage. However, lace trimmed panties stretched over and creased between bubble ass cheeks. There was nothing masculine about them, and there was nothing masculine about his thighs. They were thick but shapely. Black satin garter straps cut down across supple flesh and tugged on black nylon tops.

She spread her legs, and he felt the flex of elastic garter straps. He ran his hands along a wide black satin garter belt. It squeezed like a corset although her trim figure did not need one. The fading light gleamed off her black silk panties. His eyes traced down the panty leg-bands. They merged into a narrow gusset and disappeared between her legs. The arc of black silk traveled between her legs with only a hint of a mound. His right hand slid down the silken fabric and pressed between her legs. His index finger creased the fabric into her vaginal slit, and a twinge shot through him. Unexpected heat flowed out from between his legs and spread over his entire body.

He took a few, awkward steps. The five-inch stiletto high heels that donned her feet might as well been stilts. They were awkward and clumsy. They, nor anything else, would stop him from getting revenge on whoever did this to him. He picked up the whisky bottle from the night stand. The gift note was still attached to it. He opened it and read it. "Sorry love, but you're going to be wearing silk panties from now on – Sable. P.S. You'll be the one getting fucked doggy-style."

The girl in the black dress and the bar came rushing back to him. She was a blonde temptress more beautiful than Jean Harlow. She moved like poetry and made his former manhood stiff. His cherry red lips curled into a frown. He would find Sable and show her the wrong end of a roscoe.

First things first, he concluded. He had to ditch these 'dame clothes' and get a male body again. There was no way he would go around looking like some 'broad'. "Hello, I'd like to reset the game. Hello, is anyone there?" He reached for his head but felt only hair. "I don't want to be a girl."

"Shit!"

He sat down on the bed and bent over. Black silk panties stretched over his round bottom and creased between his ass cheeks. Garter straps grew tight as guitar strings, and his breasts crushed up against his thighs. Red nail tipped fingernails slid around his ankles and explored the straps. Like the collar, the crisscrossing straps befuddled his male mind and seemed to have no means of release.

With little other choice, he stood upright again and tried to find his balance. "I didn't pay all that cash for this." A few tentative footsteps came with ankle wobbles and outstretched arms. After practicing a bit, a rhythm seemed to take hold.

His foot kicked something. Looking down past the heart-shaped swells of his breasts, he saw a red dress. As he had done his entire life, he bent over to pick up the dress, but a strange center of gravity caused this to be aborted. A more successful attempt included squatting, which he cursed under his breath. The sole consolation was how he would slowly kill the girl who did this to him.

The red dress shone like a glossy coat of fresh paint, and it felt like liquid in his hands. He stood up and held it out before him. The shoulder straps were an inch wide, and the sweetheart neckline was designed to titillate. Turning it around to the back, he searched for the zipper and saw none. How did women put this thing on? Then he located the side zipper underneath the right armpit.

He discarded the dress onto the bed. If there was anything he would not wear, it was a dress. He hurried as best he could over to the dresser. One drawer after another was opened and slammed shut. He saw a bit of black and grabbed the garment. A black silk half-slip and camisole spilled over his hand and draped down from it. He flung them on the bed with the dress.

He picked up the phone and held the receiver to his ear. He tapped the receiver button a few times. The line was dead.

Go naked; leave wearing only lingerie, or depart wearing a dress. It was no real choice. He had to make it to the administration center. They could reset his character. The lesser of three evils lay on the bed behind him.

The black silk half-slip and camisole caressed his skin like a cool breeze. Their gentle touch made him feel weak in ways that defied his understanding. He forged on, determined not to think too much about it. He only wore these items to make his getaway. When he came across the first available pair of trousers, he would wear them.

He drew down the zipper and stepped into the dress. As he drew it up, he soon encountered a problem. The narrow waist squeezed his thighs. Straining and gritting his teeth, he drew the dress up and bunched up his slip. Pinching and pulling he worked it over the swell of his ass cheeks. Once the narrowest point of the dress slid past the widest part of his hips, the dress slid into place like a glove. He then reached between his legs and tugged down the slip.

Exhaling, he drew up the side zipper. Even so, it was a bit of a struggle. Although his new waist was tiny, his breasts bulged like a pair of melons. His fingers gripped the zipper tag tight and worked it up into place.

His very next breath was shallow, impeded by the taut bodice. His hands glided down his narrow waist and out to his wide hips. He lifted up his right knee but did not get far. The fitted skirt stretched tight and tugged on the back of his left thigh.

Cursing and pinching at the dress, he picked up his coat. It still lay draped over the chair where he left it. Like the rest of him, it was not the same. His black overcoat now had a distinctly curvy tailoring. Big black buttons lined the wrong side of the closure. It was like a woman's blouse. They were on the left side instead of right. The worst part was his hat. His gray fedora was now a woman's black pillbox hat, trimmed with black fishnet lace.

He slipped on the overcoat and found a pair of black leather gloves in the pocket. They were a bit tight but fit his slender hands to perfection. He considered leaving the pillbox cap, but no one went without a hat. The cap included a hidden comb that secured it upon his head.

He hurried to the window. Brushing aside the curtains, he gazed through the frosted glass. Thirteen floors down traffic rushed about the busy streets of old Chicago. There would be no problem finding a cab.

He strode over to the makeup table and took a seat. Crossing his legs, he picked up a tube of 'Red Passion' lipstick. She turned on the radio for some entertainment. "...President Roosevelt was livid that the U.S. Supreme Court overturned a century of federal common law in the Erie Railroad Co. v. Tompkins decision ...." She changed the station and heard a Tommy Dorsey hit. She snapped of the radio volume off with an angry twist. The whole mood was broken. "I paid of a week to live as a gangster in old Chicago, not as some broad," she sputtered. After removing the cap, he twisted the base. Puckering his lips, he applied a fresh coat.

"What the hell am I doing?" He jumped up and tossed away the offending cosmetic. "I'm no bitch! I gotta get out of here."

Grabbing a patent leather purse, he rushed out the apartment door. Running as best he could in high heels and a tight dress, he hurried for the elevator. "Come on," he muttered mashing the button as if performing Morse code. In agony, he watched the floors tick off on the display. "17 – 16 – 15 – 14," it stopped. "Move it," he snarled like an angry girl.

He sighed with relief when the doors opened. Two men and a woman stood inside it. He rushed into it and slapped the lobby button.

The doors slid shut of their own accord. It was one of the new, automatic elevators. Most still required an operator. The elevator lurched and began to descend.

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"ERP!" he chirped, arched his back, and grabbed his bottom. A hard rod parted his tight ass crevice and pushed through his puckering anus. The vulnerable exposure of a dress, and the impaling rod all mingled together in his brain. "Shit," he yelped still clutching his ass cheeks. The overcoat slid atop of the silk fabric of his dress.

It was then he remembered the guests standing behind him. He tugged on his coat lapel and crossed his arms. Pressing his lips tight, he tried to ignore the shaft plunging deep into his plump ass. Hands gripped his wide hips and held him tight.

The doors opened at the 10th floor. The offended men and woman moved around him and exited. When the doors slid closed again, he mashed the lobby button over and over again with his tiny fist. Arms like invisible steel bands wrapped around him.

"Get off me," he squealed and batted behind him at his invisible assailant. "Unh unh unh unh," he grunted with a high pitched chirp. His hips bucked as the cock pumped his ass. The elevator jumped and the lights extinguished. Something slammed him forward into the metal doors. His right cheek and arms pressed up against the cold metal. Hips pumped and crushed his ass while the cock drove deep inside him. "Stop," he groaned. Horrible tingles suddenly focused right between his legs. They were so powerful he struggled to breathe. Each pump in his ass pushed him up the cold steel doors and then slid down as it withdrew. His hips slapped the metal with each new thrust. His breasts joined the frenzy and began to ache. "No," he moaned and squeezed his eyes shut. "Stop!"

He could feel it coming. Deep inside he felt the rod slide. It scratched a womanly sexual itch. Gasping in noisy breaths, he struggled to fight off the pending orgasm. "No," he agonized and gritted his teeth. An invisible hand grabbed a handful of his black locks and yanked back his head. Gazing up at the ceiling, he felt a quivering throb between his legs. His legs trembled and heart fluttered. It stopped. Then he sucked in a deep gasp as it started again.

The invisible specter dragged her to her knees by her hair. She batted at the air trying to fend him off. "Ukk ... llmmnn," she gagged. An invisible cock pushed through her crimson lips. She felt the shaft begin to pump, probing ever deeper into her mouth. Hands gripped the side of her head and pumped it. The cock slid faster, deeper into her mouth. Warbling whimpers came from her. They were wet and sloppy. The cock in her mouth flexed. Something spurted into the back of her throat, and she swallowed.

She was shoved to the floor. When she rose to her hands and knees, hands gripped her waist. The specter fucked her doggy style. Her red silk wrapped ass bounced back and forth with each thrust. The garter straps flexed and released with each new impact to her ass.

That's it you little bitch, give it to me. She shook her head 'no'. Other hands grabbed the sides of her face. A cock began pumping her mouth again. "Ukll mmnn,' she gurgled. Cum spurted in her vagina and mouth at the same time.

More phantoms took their place. She was rolled onto her back – knees spread stretching her red satin dress. When the ghost began to fuck her, her knees bounced in the air. A woman sat on her face. She could feel the vagina rubbing and grinding.

Somewhere in the midst of it, she passed out. The lights illuminated again, and the elevator resumed its descent. Reggie struggled to the door. Using the wall for support, she rose up to her feet. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. The throb of her anus, vagina, and lips consumed her thoughts. The elevator slowed to a stop, and the doors opened. She staggered toward the doors and leaned against the metal frame for a second.

She wandered out of the elevator taking no particular direction. She appeared a bit off balance, as if she had one too many shots of bourbon. None of the hotel staff paid much attention to it. She was neither the first nor last who would do so.

A woman stood in the middle of the lobby. The setting sun outlined her hourglass figure in black. Her hands were on her hips, and she stood with her legs spread as wide as a tight skirt permitted. "There you are. You've been a very naughty girl. I'm going to have to punish you."

"Who are you?" Reggie's body began to tremble. An insane laugh was all that came in reply.

Reggie turned and ran. "Somebody help me," she screamed. The door and freedom lay just a few feet away. An arm wrapped around her waist. "NO. Let me go!" she screamed. The woman dragged her back into the darkness.


Chapter 2

The spot lights brightened and the camera focused in on a desk. Behind it sat Simone Marcel, anchor news woman for the Entertainment Nightly News. She began to read from a teleprompter. "Lana Thorn owns 'The Castle Resorts' and manages 'Canyon Entertainment'. It is the leader in a growing trend in fantasy entertainment. Not only do they distribute a vast array of fantasy films, but they offer a variety of virtual vacations. For an all inclusive fee, one can fight in a Roman arena, sail a pirate ship in the Caribbean, or record a hit single in old Motown. Our own Brianna Bernard lived out her fantasy as a gangster moll set in the 1930s. All this is made possible by the breakthrough technology of neural connective virtual reality or NCVR. This new technology is responsible for sales slumps in traditional avenues of entertainment such as TV, movies, and internet gaming."

"The annual revenue of this new industry is estimated at 53 billion dollars in worldwide sales. Canyon Entertainment alone took in over 33 billion dollars in annual revenue...."

"Television off," Sarah shouted from the shower. She stepped out of the shower, fresh and ready for the day. Even the towel wrapped around her like a strapless mini-dress looked good. Most producers and journalists assumed her to be yet another beauty contest winner turned reporter. It was a mistake that she exploited more than once. She was a journalist from 'the old school' and knew how to turn a mundane story into a great story. However, she was not above using her sex appeal to further her career.

From off the countertop, she retrieved a styling wand. Weary of short hair, she passed it over her head. This stimulated the hair follicles on her scalp. Thick, black locks flowed from her head. They piled up around her shoulders and cascaded down her back.

She set it down on the countertop and picked up the makeup wand. The wand automatically downloaded all the latest cosmetic fashions. She closed her eyes and passed it over her face. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Scarlet lipstick, lip gloss, beige foundation, berry light blush, pink shimmer eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, and sealer were applied with perfection.

Releasing a heavy sigh, she exited the bathroom and contemplated going blonde. Like most modern women, hair color and style depended upon one's mood. Despite what the public might think interviews were not spontaneous. Lawyers, staff, and other interested parties labored long and hard behind the scenes. Some insisted on questions submitted in advanced. Most news agencies would only submit generalized topics and not specifics of the interview. It was serious business. Therefore, brunette hair seemed appropriate.

"I didn't hear you come in." Chaz sniffed and rubbed his eyes. The sheets tumbled down to his lap as he sat up in bed. "What happened?"

Is there such a thing as a 'lazy shark'? Chaz could be every bit the predator, and Sarah's equal in every way. However, he preferred to lie upon the bottom and kill whatever might pass him by. Sarah had no intention of dropping her story in his lap.

Sarah opened the top dresser drawer and picked out a pair of burgundy silk panties. She poked her feet into them, wiggled her hips, and drew the silk panties over her bottom. After dropping her towel, she stabbed her arms through the shoulder straps and stretched the straps around behind her back. With one, swift move she hooked the chest strap. After fixing her breasts, she contemplated whether to wear pantyhose, thigh highs, or a garter belt.

"Well?"

"Well what?" She glanced back at him and picked out a matching garter belt. Beautiful, sexy lingerie always made her feel more powerful somehow. She wrapped and hooked it. Grabbing a pair of black back-seamed nylons, she sat on the corner of the bed and began sheathing her legs. She glanced back at him and snorted in frustration. Men have it so easy. Women need a PhD in fashion while men dress like a vagrant.

"Fine, don't tell me," he muttered.

I did the work. I'm not just going to give it to you. Monroe Pharmaceuticals is my story. She returned to her dresser and picked out a black silk half-slip and camisole. To her right she saw Chaz sniff his day-old socks. She rolled her eyes and wandered into her closet.

Today was work so her attire had to be professional – but still sexy. Each outfit was perused and then rejected. She slid it across the garment rod and moved to the next. In the end, she settled upon a knee length pencil skirt and waist jacket. They were made of black satin and tailored to a curvy fit. She picked out a pair of black, alligator skin, closed-toe pumps with 3-inch heels.

Returning to the bedroom, she put on a white silk shell first. Next she put on the skirt. It was rather form-fitting. She bent over and tugged at her slip. After tucking in her top, she exhaled and zipped up her skirt on the side. She slipped her arms into the jacket sleeves and fastened the three button closure. Bending over was difficult at this point, she squatted down and set her high heels aright. After slipping her feet in them, she contemplated how badly her feet would ache at the end of the day.

Her earrings were gold with onyx set in the middle, pierced of course. Wrist gloves, bracelets, and chokers were in fashion. They were added to her ensemble.

She let out a deep breath and primped her hair. A pair of hands slid around her waist. A rigid bulge pressed against her bottom. "Don't even think about it," she snapped.

"Shit, you're so frigid lately. What is it – you're period?"

"No it's not my period," she barked and spun around. Her tiny hands curled into fists. "I just finished dressing. I'm not going to show up for the broadcast looking like an unmade bed. We are supposed to look like professionals. So forget it."

Chaz thought a second and replied like a man; "You could still give me a blowjob." She huffed and stormed out of the room. He mumbled, "Don't be such a bitch."

"I heard that," she shouted from the other room.

Chaz gave his clothes 'the sniff test'. They were okay. He threw on a white shirt, gray suit, and striped gray tie. It took him all of five minutes. He wandered out of the bedroom and into the living room.

Sarah wiggled onto a bar stool and sat at the pass through counter. She crossed her legs with a zip of nylon. Chaz shoved his hands into his pockets and trudged into the kitchen. "Is there anything to eat?"

"Anything you decide to fix," Sarah retorted. "There's probably going to be breakfast served at the meeting."

"I guess," he yawned. He poured the last bit of coffee into his cup and used the last of the creamer. Sarah glanced down at her empty coffee mug and then slammed it down. He asked, "What are you so pissed at me about?"

"I'm angry at your entire gender. You men take the best of everything and leave us to clean up the mess." She thought a moment and added, "If women were in charge, there wouldn't be any war."

He rolled his eyes and moved past her. "Women are just as bad as men. They're just sneakier about it."

"Not in the same way," Sarah grumbled.

"I'm going to work early. I want to see if they have any breakfast." He trudged past her slurping his coffee.

When he left the apartment, Sarah called her best friend Amy on the vid-phone. "He drives me crazy sometimes. He took credit for all my work on the last special report. He made it sound as if I did nothing but sit around and look pretty." She crossed her arms and frowned. "He got drunk or high every night. I did all the work. At the end of the project, he had a lipstick ring around his cock. It wasn't my shade."

Amy crossed her arms. She twitched her nose and shrugged. "There's not much you can do about it – except break up with him."

Sarah set down her coffee cup. She chewed her leather gloved thumbnail. "That would make things worse. He knows too many of my secrets." She then sighed, "Maybe it is my fault. I can get fixated on a story."

"Do you still love him?"

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The question took Sarah by surprise. She was not sure that it ever really was love. He was good looking and connected within the news agency. It almost seemed like a business arrangement more than love. In the end, she shrugged and said, "I don't know."

Sarah picked up her purse. "I need to get to work. I need a cup of coffee."

After a short cab ride, Sarah arrived at the production facility. She headed straight for the production room. The room already buzzed with activity. Most of the staff was thin, beautiful, and female. Sarah never saw so many tight skirted and big breasted women in her life. It is one thing to be a beautiful woman in a room full of plain women. It is quite another to be one of the many.

She crossed her arms and strolled into the room. Suzie hurried over to her. "The breakfast buffet is amazing," she chirped.

"Wonderful," she replied with open sarcasm.

Sarah wandered through the group of cackling women. The topic ranged from men, to family, to work, and back to men. She let out a heavy sigh and looked about the room.

She poured a cup of coffee and took a sip. Monique approached her. A tight gray skirt and cobalt blue silk blouse emphasized her buxom breasts and round bottom. She was taller than Sarah and stood a bit too close for Sarah's comfort. She had a prime view down the neckline of Monique's blouse clear down to the tight cleft of her breasts.

"It's good to see you," Monique said with a warm smile. She primped her platinum blonde locks that were fixed up behind her head. "I called last night, but Chaz said that you were out. I was wondering if we could go out for drinks sometime and do some clubbing?"

Sarah forced a smile and narrowed her eyes. I know what you want, and it's inside my panties. But you're not getting it. "That sounds like fun," she lied. Monique slept her way through most of the women on the staff. It seemed a matter of pride to bed all the 'straight girls'. Sarah was her great challenge.

"Great," she squealed and took a step closer. Her breasts were in Sarah's face. "I know this perfect place. The drinks are great, and the music is so hot."

Sarah wondered; if I did become a lesbian, would I be the boy or the girl? It really did not matter. She was a confirmed heterosexual and had no desire to share another woman's bed.

"We can go out this Friday. Things don't really get started until 11." She reached and brushed a curly black tress from Sarah's face. "You look so pretty with long hair."

Sarah felt trapped. The conversation turned sideways, and now she had a date with another woman. Before she could offer a polite excuse, Jackie, the show's producer, entered into the conversation. Monique jumped a little and chirped, "Sarah and I are going out this Friday and hit some clubs. We should do a piece on it. What do you think?"

"Sounds interesting," Jackie shrugged. "New clubs and hot bodies always make for good ratings." After a brief and stilted conversation, Monique strolled away with a roll of her hips and undulation of her bubble ass cheeks.

Jackie moved close to Sarah and stood by her side. "So you're going to bend over for Monique." Sarah's cheeks blushed in a bright shade of red. "I hear she can do miracles with a strap-on. It can turn even a straight girl gay."

"I'm not going gay," Sarah hissed. "I just said that so she would leave me alone for the rest of the day."

"Oh really, I hear she has it bad for you. She's got an event planned for your first night together. You'll be the French maid, and she will be the mistress of the manor."

I guess that makes me the girl, Sarah concluded. "I like men. That's why Chaz and I are together."

"Where is he by the way? I haven't seen him yet." Jackie sipped her coffee and put on her best innocent expression.

Sarah searched the room for Chaz. There was no sign of him. Her face burned hot with rage. She marched out of the room and slammed down her coffee cup on a tray near the door.

The studio complex was divided into functional cells that could be assigned depending on the project. It included 4 boardrooms, several meeting halls, 3 small bars, and dozens of temporary offices. The concept was called 'hoteling'. One by one Sarah flung open doors and marched through the complex. Eventually, she came to the offices.

At a corner office, she heard rhythmic thumps and hushed voices. She snorted and shoved open the door. All the blood drained from her face.

Tammy Edgemont was bent over a desk, and Simone Marcel stood behind her. "Unh unh unh unh," Tammy grunted. Her platinum blonde ponytail bobbed about in the air. Her miniskirt was gathered up around her waist and pale gold silk panties were pulled down and stretched around her thighs. Simone gripped Tammy's waist and drove in a thick, black dildo with a thrust of her hips. Tammy gripped the desktop with white knuckles and contorted her face. A meaty slap came from Tammy's ass. Her entire body lurched forward and rocked back.

A pile of latex, leather, and sex toys lay at Sarah's feet. They were obviously destined for Tammy. Sarah could not move. The black shaft glistened as it pumped in and out of Tammy. Sarah blurted, "I'm so sorry," and closed the door. Her face burned bright red again and a sinking feeling formed in the pit of her stomach.

"I can't believe she did that," Sarah gasped. Tammy went on for hours about the love of her life, Tim. They were going to have a spring wedding and honeymoon in Hawaii. Sarah wandered back to the conference room. Chaz was already present. She marched up to him and demanded, "Where were you?"

"I spilled coffee on my shirt. I had to run up to my office and change." He examined Sarah's face and cocked his head. "You don't look well. What's up?"

"I'm not feeling well that's all," she lied. Sarah moved to the corner of the room. Every so often, Monique glanced at Sarah, primped her hair, and licked her lips. Sarah released a heavy sigh. An image took shape in her mind. Monique was on top of her – breasts in her face, pumping her hips.

About a half-hour later, Simone entered the room. The mature anchor-woman wore a smart black skirt suit and strode into the room. Tammy entered after her. The young woman smoothed her miniskirt over her bottom and picked at the short hemline. There was no hint of the hidden fetish garb – rubber panties, monster dildos, and locking chastity corset – that she wore underneath her clothes. She kept her gaze fixed on the floor, refusing to make eye contact.

Jackie strode over to Simone. "I received a report two days ago from Reggie Hayes. He's deep undercover, and he's posing as a tourist. According to his sources, Lana Thorn is going to make a big splash in the next few months. She wants a bigger share of the new NCVR market. She has several entertainment units setting up new virtual vacation landscapes." She then whispered to Simone. "I spoke with Lana over the vid-phone. She told me that she is going to introduce a new virtual reality game. It's going to break the industry wide open. She's interested in getting some free promotional time on the show. It would be a great scoop if we could be the first to break it."

"That's great," Simone agreed. "Get Sarah and Chaz on site and have them find out more. Have them see what they can dig up about this new game."

"I'll get right on it," Jackie agreed. "I wanted to get more people on it. So I sent Chris Harris to work with Reggie. I'll send Sarah and Chaz in as a second team."

Brett Elkland hurried to Jackie, as fast as high heels and a pencil skirt allowed. Jackie paused in the exit doorway. "I need to speak with you a minute," Brett said and brushed a brunette tress from her face.

"Yes what?" Jackie huffed. "I have a meeting with the sponsors scheduled."

"I need to change back," Brett declared. "My wife ... well ... she doesn't understand."

Jackie snorted and placed her hands on her hips. "What's not to understand? You volunteered to work undercover."

Brett ran her hands down her hips, smoothing the creases from her black satin pencil skirt. "I never knew that you meant working as an escort." She whispered in a desperate tone, "They have me set up with some businessman tonight."

"Did you get any evidence that Senator Swenson is using the service?"

"Well nnnooo," she lamented.

Jackie circled around behind Brett. Black satin gleamed as it wrapped taut over a pair of round butt cheeks. She patted Brett's bottom saying, "You said, 'I'll do whatever it takes to get the story.'"

"I never thought it meant getting a sex change and spending my life as a woman!"

"Keep your voice down." Jackie grabbed Brett's arm and dragged her into the hallway. After the door closed, she snapped, "You volunteered for this assignment. You will wear a skirt and bend over for their clients until you get the story. I don't care if it takes a decade for you to establish your identity. We want that story."

"But my wife thinks I'm gay!" Brett protested.

"You're wearing panties and a bra. Having sex with men is not gay." She dragged Brett to the studio exit. "Now don't come back here without the story. You're risking blowing your cover."

Brett opened the exterior exit. Light flooded the hallway. She looked back and chewed upon her fingernail. Slinging her purse over her shoulder, she stepped out onto the busy city sidewalk and disappeared into the crowd.

Jackie reentered the main studio. She saw Sarah sipping a cup of coffee across the room. She hurried over – her heels click clacking on the tile floor. "I have an assignment for you."

Sarah crossed her arms and appeared disinterested, "You have an assignment?"

"Yes," Jackie replied. "Is that a problem?"

"No. It's not a problem. Well, it's just that I haven't received my new contract. I was told that it would be on my desk yesterday."

"Ah yes," Jackie replied. "I spoke with legal and had them send you a copy for signature."

"Okay, thanks," Sarah replied.

"Come by my office in an hour for further details. I have a meeting to get to." Jackie hurried away before Sarah could ask another question.

Sarah muttered under her breath as she departed the set. Sarah was a contract reporter. It was always a hassle when renewal time came around. However, the pay was excellent.

Sarah crossed the building to the office area. She made her way through the bustling hallways to her desk. After entering her office, she set her belongings down on her desk and kicked the door closed with her foot. Computers were supposed to create a paperless society. One would never know it by her desk. Stacks of paper filled her inbox.

She sipped her coffee and grimaced. It was cold. Cup in hand, she strode out of her office, turned left, and toward the kitchenette. On the way, she heard strange sounds coming from the supply closet.

The door was ajar so she pushed it open. Suzie, the office secretary, was bent over a stack of boxes. Her gray skirt and silk half-slip were gathered up around her waist. Her lavender silk panties were down around her ankles. Monique, the meteorologist, stood behind Suzie. Her skirt and slip were also hiked up around her waist. Sturdy leather straps encircled her thighs and waist. She pumped her hips, plunging a dildo into Suzie. Wet, meaty slaps came from Suzie's bottom.

Sarah snarled and closed the door. It looked like Monique had another conquest to add to her achievements. The end of venereal disease spawned 'the new sexual awakening of society'. She, and everyone else, hailed it as a new era for women's freedom. However, Sarah preferred that people use their bedrooms, not the supply closet, for sex.

A fresh trickle of coffee filled the pot. Sarah savored the aromatic aroma. She could hardly wait for it to finish. Chaz wandered into the room – cup in hand. "I hear we were assigned to the 'Canyon Entertainment' story."

"What?" Sarah replied.

"The grapevine has it that Jackie is going to put us undercover," Chaz said matter of fact.

"Jackie wanted to speak with me in private. I guess that's what it's all about." She filled her cup and moved it up to her lips. She sipped and relished the rich flavor. "We'll probably be leaving tomorrow. Don't go out with your buddies tonight. I need you ready to go in the morning."

"Yeah right," he grumbled. Ever since moving in with Sarah, her leash became shorter and shorter. It seemed she demanded to know his whereabouts both day and night.

Stoop shouldered, Chaz trudged away. He was tired of her and working for Simone. Once upon a time, he had a life outside work. He went to baseball games and concerts. Now stories consumed his days and Sarah his nights. There was nothing left for him.

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Quitting was not an option. The worldwide economic depression saw to that. No one gave up a job, unless they had a better option.

At that moment Lisa passed by him. Thick platinum blonde locks and rectangular glasses framed her beautiful face. An accordion pleated white skirt flapped around her thighs and grapefruit size breasts tented out her red sweater. He watched her pass by him and eyed the swish of her skirt. "Hey Lisa, wait up a second."

Meanwhile, Sarah returned to her office and checked for the contract. It had not been delivered yet. She sat down in a huff. Accessing her holographic computer terminal, she began to research 'Canyon Entertainment'.

Lana Thorn, the majority stockholder, was a bit of a mystery. She showed up on the scene after the departure of Xor. According to rumor, she had an engineering genius and had a keen sense of commerce. It surprised Sarah a bit that Lana did not go into the magic industry. The public hungered for anything supernatural.

When an hour passed, Sarah contacted the legal department. Jackie had not spoken to them about her contract. Miffed, Sarah left her office and marched up to the 97th floor. She knocked on Jackie's door.

"Come on in," Jackie shouted from the other side.

"Excuse me but –" her words trailed off into silence.

Jackie sat behind her desk. Her chair was turned to the right. A video, the size of her entire office wall, played. Brett lay bent over the desk. Her black silk slip draped down around her waist. Garter straps stretched over her bare butt cheeks. Her panties were wadded up and filled her mouth. A scarf used as a gag kept them stuffed in place. Both of Brett's ankles were bound to the desk legs and her forearms were bound behind her back.

Gloria Richard, the infamous Washington madam, stood behind Brett. Gloria was stripped down to her black silk: panties, bra, garter belt, and nylons. A strap-on dildo jutted out a leg hole of her panties. It was very high tech. The base connected directly to her nervous system and allowed her to feel the rubber dildo as if it were a part of her.

Gloria pumped her phallus into Brett's ass. Their hips met with a meaty slap. A stifled grunt escaped Brett's gag. The humiliated girl averted her eyes as her head bobbed from the impacts to her ass.

"Just one second," Jackie said holding up her index finger. Gloria thrust deep into Brett's ass and held it. She threw back her head, draping her long platinum blonde locks down her back. Synthetic cum flowed out her cock and into Brett's ass. She began gasping in air and slapped Brett's ass cheeks with both hands. "That was great," she affirmed. "I'll set up some new clients for you."

Jackie turned off the video feed and turned to face Sarah. "We have Gloria Richard's place bugged. It's a part of a new story we're developing."

Sarah stated succinctly, "I still haven't received my contract."

"Damn it," Jackie snorted. She activated her vid-screen. She called the legal department. "I asked for the legal contract renewal documents for Sarah over an hour ago. Where the hell are they?"

"I'm sorry Ms. Costranett. I'll have them couriered up to your office right away."

"Good," Jackie barked and cut off the call. She then said to Sarah, "I'm sorry about that. The bigger an organization gets, the more the bureaucracy grows."

"It's okay," Sarah replied. "I just really need to get it settled."

Jackie poured herself and Sarah a drink. She carried over a drink and sat in the chair next to Sarah. The girls lounged on the sofa and talked. Tapping came from the door a few minutes later. "Come in," Jackie called out. The terrified girl hurried into the office and up to Jackie.

"Here is the contract you requested."

Jackie took the contract and flipped through it. The document was two inches thick and filled with legal jargon. She checked the last page. It contained the compensation figures. She handed it, page open, to Sarah. "I think you will be satisfied with it."

Sarah's eyes went wide. The contract gave her a 33% raise. "If you agree, then sign the bottom." Sarah flipped through the contract, but she did not understand it. There was no time to consult with a lawyer and most of the language was 'boiler plate' anyway. She signed the last page and handed it to the courier. The girl hurried away and closed the office door behind her.

Jackie lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. "I need to be honest with you. Our industry is in trouble. Viewership as a whole is down 49%, and our overnight Nielsen Rating shares dropped another 33%. That means our advertizing revenue is half of what it should be. Unless we can bolster our numbers, we are looking at a major shakeup for our department. They can cancel your and my contract at any time. The 'Canyon Entertainment' story is a red-light piece for sweeps week." She took another drag and blew out a plume. "Canyon is launching a new NCVR game. They are unhappy with World Entertainment Network and The International Business News. They did a smear piece on the adult NCVR industry a month ago. This gives us a prime opportunity to secure them as a new advertiser. It could make up for our short fall for the year and draw our audience back. We need this to go off without a hitch. I'm sending you and Chaz on ahead to get started on the background for the piece. We need glitz and raw sex appeal," she added.


Chapter 3

The windshield wipers slapped a frenzied tempo. The heater tried in vain to melt away the fog. A wall of rain-obscured the road and darkness cast an eerie hue upon the forest. Although they were only going 30 mph, it seemed like a hundred.

The rental car slowed to a crawl and Chaz wiped the fog from his window. Standing like a pair of stone sentries, the pillars supported an iron gate. A brass plaque was mounted to a gray stone pillar. Raised brass lettering declared it to be 'The Castle of Canyon City'.

Intimidating steel gates opened at their approach. Sarah made a right turn onto the private road. Dark storm clouds cast foreboding shadows over the rolling estate. Manicured lawns gave way to a flowerbed and then a thick forest. On either side one could see the steep red cliffs of the canyon. They loomed overhead like stone bulwarks crafted by the finger of god.

The Castle lay nestled well within the estate. Paragon Boulevard of Canyon City lay miles behind them. 'The Castle' had at one time been a public works facility. It was constructed September 1898. During that time period, even lowly electrical and pumping facilities required grandeur. The walls were made of brown blocks carved from local quarries. Parapets, portcullis, arrow slits, and towers all seemed to await an enemy attack. Yet at the same time, long but narrow windows, massive wooden doors, and tiled roofs made it appear like a cathedral.

Time and changes in technology caught up with the building. The city could no longer afford the upkeep for an unused structure. It was sold at auction. 'Canyon Productions' bought 'The Castle' for a nominal price. Although most of their games were created in a computerized environment, 'The Castle' made a wonderful backdrop for their advertizing.

The Ford coupe circled around to the public parking lot and pulled into a slot. Sarah put the car in park. After two connecting flights and a harrowing drive from the airport, she declared, "Well, we're here."

Chaz looked out the side window and commented, "It's bigger than I thought. It must have decent size rooms." Sarah moved to his side and gazed up at the stone monolith.

The stone façade seemed a grand beyond reason. This reflected the architectural style Lord Bartholomew Ward, a 16th century British aristocrat. In the gold rush of 1893, the aristocracy of the frontier yearned for legitimacy. The entire building was designed to resemble a 17th century German castle.

Sarah retrieved her purse from behind the driver's seat. From it, she retrieved a legal pad and scribbled a few notes. Their cover story was that they both were contest winners out on a grand holiday.

He gathered up their luggage, and she stuffed their winner notification letter back into the envelope. Smoothing down her skirt, she took a deep breath and steeled her nerves. "Let's do this."

They exited the car and made a mad dash for the awning. Spring rains fell from the sky in frigid sheets. By the time they made it to the front door, they were soaking wet. The covering provided blessed relief from the downpour.

The young couple hurried through the open sliding glass doors. A fire roared in the massive hearth. Brown leather sofas and a coffee table were situated before it. To the left through an open archway, they saw what appeared to be a formal dining room and smelled the succulent aroma of food. To the right of the hearth, they saw a bar. The excitement of an announcer and cheers of the crowd came from a baseball game on the TV.

The couple wandered up to the front desk. The diminutive brunette rose to her tiptoes and bent over the desk. "Hello, is anyone here?"

A woman emerged from a rear office. Her appearance surprised Sarah. It seemed a study in contradictions. On the one hand, she wore a conservative knee length skirt, a white schoolmarm blouse that had a banded collar, and a black satin narrow bow tie. On the other hand, the pencil skirt was made of very tight black leather. Glossy black leather highlighted her V-shaped thighs and drew the eye to her bubble ass cheeks. Her schoolmarm blouse was very tight. It had a front peek-a-boo lace panel that extended from a sweetheart neckline up to the banded collar. Through the lace mesh front panel, one could see her gleaming black satin bra cups. They displayed the rolling swells of her breasts.

"Hello, I'm Reggie. How may I be of assistance?" Her facial expression and tone of voice came across with a distinct pout. She avoided eye contact and crossed her arms beneath her melon size cleavage. The fact that she had the same first name as the other team lead was a coincidence to her. The Reggie she knew was a man and posing as a tourist.

Sarah paused for a moment and studied the girl. It was something that only a woman would notice, but her makeup seemed a bit overdone. She seemed ready for a vampy night on the town, not work behind a hotel lobby desk.

Gathering her composure, she declared, "My boyfriend and I won a contest." She handed Reggie the envelope.

"Let me check our records." Reggie typed at a computer consol. "Yes. I have it right here. You and the other contestants are sharing suite 1909. It has 2 bedrooms, 3 baths, a dining room, kitchen, and living area."

"We don't have our own room?"

"No. I'm sorry." Her beautiful face suddenly took on a strained expression. Something lingered behind her eyes that she longed to say but dare not. "The contestants are required to share a facility. If you would like to withdraw from the contest, I could make other arrangements?" Reggie jerked up her knee, shot her hands back to her bottom, arched her back, and drew in a breathy gasp.

Sarah screwed up her face. She had no idea what this girl's problem was and really did not care. "No. We want to stay here."

"I understand. If you will please fill out this guest card, I will begin your paperwork."

Sarah took the paper and pen from Reggie. She began filling out the card. The first few questions were standard. She filled in name, address, and telephone number. The next few were unorthodox. It wanted their birthdates, social security numbers, occupations, and nearest family relative. Yet she dutifully filled in all the blanks and handed back the card. "Do you have any amenities such as a gym?"

"Yes we do," Reggie said, struggling to maintain her composure. "The Castle has a full gym that includes a weight room, basketball court, roof top tennis court, pool, sauna, and running track. A keycard I'll provide will give you access to them." She placed two black cards with gold lettering on the countertop. "They also serve as credit cards. They are good through the hotel and local community."

"In addition to the amenities, there are a number of attractions in the area," she added. Her hand slid around to the front of her thighs. They stroked up and down the smooth black leather. Her eyes glazed over. She set out a number of pamphlets. "Canyon City has a number of hiking, horseback, and jeep trails. There are also guided fishing tours –"

"No. We will be staying within the Castle for the remainder of our trip," she said cutting her off. "We would like to sample your NCVR entertainment. I'm told you have all the latest tech."

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"Yes we do. Each room has giga-quad data lines. This allows for a full range of entertainment suites."

Sarah screwed up her face in thought. She then asked, "Why isn't this town on the map? It's a decent size city."

Reggie's trembling hands reached out for the armrests of her stool. She slid up onto it and crossed her legs. Bending over a bit, she winced and pressed her hands to her stomach. "The town paid them not to. Prior to the resort opening, Canyon city had an exclusive, well to do, population. They don't want to advertize for tourists."

"I didn't know they could do that."

"All it takes is money." Reggie crossed her arms and screwed up her face. "Some of our clients are a bit eccentric. We don't judge."

"Neither do we," Sarah agreed.

Reggie said, "Let me get you help with your bags."

The door opened and a girl scurried out. She wore a black pillbox cap and a black mini-dress. The bodice had dual, parallel buttons up the front. The fluffy crinoline skirt bounced with every step she took. "Mary, help these people with their bags."

"Yes Reggie," she replied. The girl scurried over and grabbed a brass luggage cart. She then wheeled it out the door.

Chaz wandered out to the car and opened the trunk. He had more than a few misgivings about letting a cute girl handle his luggage. However, it was her job, and he did not want to get her in trouble.

Mary was strong despite her size. She placed each piece of luggage on the cart and wheeled it into the hotel. Chaz followed her back into the hotel and joined up with Sarah. "If you will follow me, I'll show you to your room." She wheeled the luggage to the elevator banks. When the doors opened, she said, "I have to take the service elevator, but I will meet you up on the 19th floor."

Carina lay upon her bed. Slumber came upon her, and she rolled onto her back. Long strawberry blonde locks lay across her face. Her right hand flopped down onto her belly. At feeling satin, it flinched away. She opened her eyes and pressed her chin to her chest. Breasts swelled out from her chest. They filled the cups of a black satin underwire bra. A pair of nipple shaped distensions stretched out the lustrous fabric.

She closed her eyes again. Bending her knees and raising her leg into the air, she drew back the sheets from her body. Her right hand slid down her stomach and between her spread thighs. Her hand glided down the smooth surface of her black silk thong. The thong tapered to a 'V' between her spread thighs and sunk deep between her ass cheeks. Her middle finger traced down the smooth silky material. The fabric molded to a pair of small mounds and creased into a vertical slit.

When she tried to remove her hand, a sapphire ring bit middle finger like a maw of razor sharp teeth. She yelped and shook her hand. "No," she lamented, but the pain only became worse. She returned her hand between her legs. Her fingers slipped underneath the waistband of her thong. As it moved down, the fabric stretched around it. Her two middle fingers pushed into her slit. She began to furiously pump them, planted her feet on the bed, and raised her hips. Rapid wet slaps filled the air.

The flush of a toilet escaped the bathroom. Chris exited the bathroom wearing only a pair of vertical striped pajama bottoms. He was swarthy and handsome with deep brown eyes and curly black hair. His body was chiseled with well defined arms and chest. "Wow, you're still horny huh?"

She contorted her face and her stomach twisted into a knot. She looked away from him, refusing to make eye contact. He crawled onto the bed and lay down next to her. His muscular bulk moved on top of her. He kissed her and mashed his lips to hers. Soon his tongue probed her mouth and hands roamed about her body. His left hand moved between her legs and took the place of her hand. His thick fingers pumped into her sopping wet vagina. A tiny whimper escaped her lips as tingles gripped her body.

He moved up between her legs. Her calves rested upon his broad shoulders and her knees pressed back to her chest, thrusting her bottom into the air. He then grabbed the waistband to her thong and worked them up around her thighs. Fishing in his lounge pants, he found and pulled out his cock. It was long, thick, and red.

Looking her in the eye, he nestled the padded tip between her bare folds. Her vagina was dripping wet. With a fluid thrust, he plunged his cock into her body. She grimaced and let out a tiny whimper. She felt his shaft sink deep into her body, parting her slick envelope. When his hips met her bottom, he grasped her wrists and stretched them above her head. She tilted her head back and saw the silvery gleam of handcuffs. Cold steel wrapped around her slender wrists and bound them to the headboard.

From off the nightstand, he grabbed a black ball gag. He held it to her lips, and she parted them in obedience. He worked the ball past her teeth, filling her mouth. A chin strap fell into place as he tightened the cheek straps. The ball sank deep into her mouth.

He drew back his hips and thrust in one fluid movement. She snorted out a tiny grunt and her feet bounced in the air. She gazed down at her body: breasts wrapped in black satin, creamy thighs spread, a glistening cock pumping through her vaginal slit, and a silk thong stretched around her thighs.

"So how does it feel getting fucked like a little bitch?" His question was intended to be sexy, love play. However, it hit her like a slap to the face. He kept thrusting his hips, driving in his cock. "Your pussy is so tight, and I love fucking it." Pleasurable aches flowed up from her sex and seemed to mock her.

The dull tingle of her sex grew into a raging throb. Sexual impulses surged through her body. She snorted in shallow gasps. Wet meaty slaps came from between her legs. She kept her eyes closed, but she could feel everything. He grabbed her breasts and began to caress them. With each new breath, sexual aches flowed out from her chest.

He pumped fast and hard. Of all the cacophony of sensations, it was the sight of her black thong that pushed her over the edge. They stretched between her legs – made of silk – so utterly girlish. They belonged to her ... fit her ... were meant for her. She groaned and shook her head from side to side. The tension of her body sent her into a sexual frenzy. It grew to the breaking point. All at once her vagina quivered. Throbs between her legs rocked her body. She twisted in agony and moaned. Like a hot, wetness cum flowed into her body.

Chris sat back and withdrew his penis from her. She laid still, hands bound above her head and gag filling her mouth. She stared off into the distance and refused to acknowledge his presence.

His lips curled into a smirk. "You're one horny little bitch. What was it ... three times ... no, it was four. I've never come so many times in my life." He rolled her onto her stomach. She cringed when he crawled on top of her again. She felt the tip of his manhood part her ass cheeks. Slick cum lubricated her puckering anus. "Let's go for five."

"Unnhhh," she groaned and grimaced in anguish. There was incredible pressure on her puckering hole. All at once the resistance of her sphincter gave way. The rigid penis pushed into her, and pain sliced through her. Her anus tried to resist but the invading rod would not be thwarted. She clenched her ass cheeks as the rod sank deep into her butt. It moved inside her ass like a third person. Soon his powerful hips pressed against her padded butt. She snorted in gasps of air.

"I love fucking girls in the ass," he whispered in her right ear. She grasped the cuff chains and braced herself. He began to pump into her bottom.

She lay there on her belly. The bed squeaked and rocked thumping the wall. Her whimpers mixed with it and built to a sexual crescendo. Her back hole became loose, permitting his cock to freely pump her ass. "Ump umph ump umph," she grunted. Her agony sent him into a frenzy. He thrust his hips as hard as he could, smacking her bare white bottom until it was rosy. Her near constant groans turned into a warble.

"Take my cock in your ass you little bitch," he growled.

She could feel the changes within herself. Her body seemed a little more familiar and lingerie expected. A fragment of her masculinity slipped away. As if to confirm her loss, she felt his penis twitch inside her ass and cum spurt into her.

He pulled out of her ass and wiped the last bit of cum between her ass cheeks. He then pulled up her thong and snapped the waistband around her. He grabbed her cheeks with both hands and declared, "You've got the sexiest ass I've ever seen."

She lay her cheek down upon the pillow. She yearned to evaporate and disappear from existence. He unlocked her wrists from the cuffs. She scrambled off the bed and removed the gag.

Carina slid off the bed and padded out of the room. She returned a minute later carrying two mixed drinks. She scooted onto the bed beside him and handed him a glass. He took a sip, licked his lips, and then gulped it down.

Carina's left hand moved over his thigh. It grasped the shaft of his flaccid cock and began to stroke it. "I don't think I have anything left." He settled back and closed his eyes. She was not dissuaded, however, and rubbed the padded tip with her thumb. She nuzzled him and kissed his neck.

Reaching a conclusion, she scooted off the bed and hurried over to her closet. From it, she retrieved a duffle bag and carried it over to the bed. After unzipping it, she dumped out the contents. An assortment of ropes, dildos, lingerie, and other sex toys lay upon the bed.

Chris glanced up at her and chuckled, "What the hell is that for?" He doubled over and grimaced. "Oh shit," he exclaimed. "What the fuck!?"

Carina picked up a pair of lustrous blue silk panties. She held them up by the waistband. "I think you'll look sexy in these."


Chapter 4

Mary used the service elevator. She would meet them at the room. They rode up in silence. Sarah was amused by the girl's summer job. She assumed that Reggie was a college student.

The elevator slowed and the doors slid open. They both gaped at what they saw. Sarah's blood ran cold. Across the hallway, she saw a blonde. She knew it was a blonde because of the blonde ponytail swishing behind her hooded head. The hood, as well as her entire body, was covered in black latex. It gleamed on her curves like a shiny new fender and cleaved to her like a second skin. A cruel black waist cincher sculpted her body into a dramatic hourglass ideal, and her ass cheek formed a pair of perfect rubber balls. Multi-tiered silver chains swung back and forth from her huge latex covered breasts. A chorus of violent hums erupted from between her legs. She jerked up her right foot and a hobble chain snapped tight. Her feet were trapped en-point in a pair of ballet boots.

A gloved hand extended beyond the elevator door. It gripped a leash that traveled back and up between the blonde's legs. The tip clipped to a silver clit chain that emerged from her latex covered, strapped sex.



Sarah felt a shiver run up her spine and the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Nothing in Guernsey Iowa prepared her for this moment. She could not tear her eyes away from the girl. A single strap sunk deep into her sex and formed a rubber camel-toe. The wet heat between her legs came as a complete surprise. I'm straight. I don't like girls, she argued with her body.

The girl's owner came into sight. She wore dark sunglasses despite being indoors, and her garish red lips took a drag on a cigarette. She tipped down her sunglasses and surveyed Sarah. She licked her lips as if Sarah was a tasty morsel. "Hmm, who are you?"

"I'm Sarah and this is my boyfriend Chaz." She primped her black locks. "We won a contest."

"I'm Lana Thorn."

Sarah shook Lana's hand; "Are you the same Lana Thorn that's president of 'Canyon Productions'?"

"Yes I am," Lana replied. Her eyes darted down to Sarah's breast and then her hips. Sarah averted her gaze only to focus upon the girl in rubber bondage. A shiver ran through her again.

She prattled along nervously. "...We are contest winners. Well, my boyfriend and I are one of the couples. The other one is already here –"

"I see," Lana replied cutting her off.

Sarah shifted and fidgeted under Lana's intense gaze. She tried to avert her eyes but was shocked by Lana's attire. She wore an ultra tight, ultra erotic black leather miniskirt suit. With it she wore 'fuck-me' stiletto boots, black stockings, and diamond earrings. There was something about her that terrified Sarah. Her smile reminded her of a predator surveying its prey.

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Chaz glanced at his watch and then read the floor indicator display. Lana and Adele entered the elevator. Sarah's eyes kept darting between Lana and her girlfriend. Up until that moment the strangest thing she ever saw was back home. Two bulls humped one night in a wanton act of gay, bovine sex.

Sarah forced a smile and asked, "Who is your friend?"

"Who?" Lana asked. Sarah pointed at the blonde. "Oh her, she's not my friend.

She's my ... slave."

"Your slave?" Sarah asked like a curious little girl.

"Her name is Slave Adele or simply Slave. She used to come to my club in the most slutty dresses imaginable. One time she was out on the dance floor wearing a glittery gold sequin mini-dress. Every time Adele wiggled her ass the light flashed off it. Every guy wanted to fuck her. I sent word and had her invited up to my VIP table. It's a private room up on the second floor. Only the VIPs get in there. By the end of the night, she was as you see her now."

"So you two are lovers?"

"Dear no," Lana chuckled. "She is my ... property."

"Oh I see." She did not see at all. She would never agree too anything like that. However, since Xor departed, slavery had returned to Earth.

They arrived at the 19th floor and the doors opened. Lana tugged on her leash. A muffled yelp came from Adele as she moved aside, making way for Chaz and Sarah. Sarah minced past Lana. When Sarah tried to squeeze past Adele, Sarah paused for a moment surveying the shiny slopes of the girls rubber clad body. Lana said, "I live in the penthouse suite. Why don't you come up for a visit?"

"That would be great," Sarah agreed.

"Excellent, then I will see you later," Lana said.

It was not until the elevator doors closed that Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. Their room 1909 was just down the hallway. Chaz glanced at his watch. It was late in the day, and he was eager to unpack. He wanted to change out of his wet clothes. The luggage cart emerged around the corner. Mary labored to push it through the thick pile carpet.

"I'm sorry it took so long, but the freight elevators run a bit slow." The petite brunette tapped on the condo door. Chaz entered first. As he passed by Mary, his eyes surveyed her and locked right on her breasts.

Carina sat on the small of Chris' back. She gave the crotch rope a powerful tug. The white rope snapped taut and creased blue silk panties deep between Chris' ass cheeks.

"Mmmnnn," Chris mewed into a fat black ball gag that filled her mouth. She squirmed and kicked her legs. Light flashed off the silken panties arching across her ass cheeks and garter straps tugged at her nylons. White rope contrasted the sheer black nylons that sheathed her legs. It dug into her flesh and pinned her legs together.

Chris twisted her body. Large breasts now filled out the cups of her blue satin bra. She pulled on her arms once again. Rope bound her forearms together behind her back in a double hammer lock. She looked through long black tresses that piled up around her head. She saw Carina's white ass cheeks with a black thong sunk deep between them.

Carina grabbed Chris' ankles and bent her knees. She looped the rope around her ankles and tied it off. Now when Chris kicked her legs, she dug the rope deep into her slit.

Carina picked up a remote control from the bed. She pressed a button. "MMNN," Chris yelped and bucked. A dildo in her vagina and plug in her ass roared to life. Carina gently touched Chris' ass cheeks. They vibrated beneath her hands.

Chris watched as Carina moved to the side of the bed. From off a stand, she picked up a NCVR headset. "Let's just finish your transformation."

Chris glanced up at the window and then the door. "Mmnn," Chris mewed and struggled to free her arms. The headset rested upon the crown of her head. Her eyelids began to flutter and then closed as if falling into a deep sleep.

Carina crawled off the bed and grabbed a cigarette from a pack. Placing it between her lips, she lit it and stared at Chris. The changes were in the final phase. She took a long drag and blew a jet of smoke at the ceiling. Holding the cigarette straight up in her right hand, she licked her lips as her gaze fell upon the girl's silk covered ass cheeks. A red ember burned at the tip of the cigarette and within her soul. "There we go. Lana will be very glad to meet you."

Carina did not bother to dress. She needed a drink. She exited the bedroom, circled around the walkway that bordered the living area down below, and then danced down the steps.

The front door opened and the bellhop entered. Carina pinched the smoldering cigarette between her fingers and held it up into the air. Chaz's eyes locked on Carina. A pair of fleshy melons filled out her underwire, black satin bra cups. She stood with her legs crossed. This focused the eye the high arc of her V-shaped black satin thong. Black satin garter straps divided her white thighs and tugged on black nylons. "You must be the other contest winners. My name is Carina."

Sarah scrunched up her nose and sniffed. She had no desire to see another girl in her lingerie. Mary pushed the cart into the living room. She then dutifully began to unload it and place the bags in the spare bedroom. "I'm Sarah, and this is my boyfriend Chaz."

"Hey," Chaz mumbled. At seeing his mouth agape, Sarah elbowed him in the sides. He snapped his mouth shut and strolled into the living room.

The condo was spacious as one might imagine. The entire living area was designed to be open and spacious. The living room was fully furnished with comfortable sofas and chairs. A NCVR gaming lounge lay across the room. The kitchen had a pass-through countertop and a dining table sat to the right just beyond it. A massive glass window provided a commanding view of the valley and mountains beyond. The entire resort was set in a valley, surrounded by mountains. By this late hour, the streets were lit and the light from homes dotted the hillside.

"These are your two keys." Mary set the plastic cards on the round breakfast nook table. "The kitchen is open day or night. If you require anything, just let the front desk know, and it will be provided. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"What? Oh, no. That's okay." Chaz flopped down onto the sofa. "We just want to change and take it easy. We were on the road for a long time."

After the bellhop departed and closed the door, Sarah strolled around and asked, "Who are you, and where is Chris?"

Carina sat down on the sofa and crossed her legs. "I'm working with Chris. He left this morning and mumbled something about following a lead. Jackie sent me to lend a hand. I'm supposed to assist you with background and logistics."

Sarah nodded and dumped her purse on the lamp stand. It was a common practice. She was actually a bit surprised Chris was meeting them in the first place. He loved to hog the spotlight. "So tell me what you found out so far."

"Lana Angelica Thorn, birth date unknown, age unknown, ethnicity unknown –"

"So you struck out," Sarah interrupted.

"Not true," Carina replied. "I found out that she is an incredibly private person, and she has a bondage fetish."

"I met her on the elevator. What a freak! She had some girl all tied up in rubber."

"Rumor has it she offers private fetish realms. Participation is by invitation only. One needs to know someone to get on the list. She has a high cash flow from public NCVR services. Her online servers are located across the world. However, several of them are located right here in this hotel. As to her headquarters, I've seen CIA facilities that aren't as secure. No one gets in or out without proper ID."

Sarah licked her lips and nodded. It made sense. Many countries criminalized such fetish VR programs. It was a server she might rather keep secret. There was no way she would risk a hacker gaining access.


Chapter 5

When the conversation reached a lull, Sarah arose and picked up her purse. "I'll see you two later. I'm going to wiggle my tits for Lana."

Chaz lowered the drink from his lips and gazed up at her in astonishment. "You're going to see Lana? Why? We just got here."

Sarah primped her long black locks. "It never hurts to build up a rapport with the subject." She padded into the bedroom and closed the door.

Chaz grumbled under his breath. He swallowed a gulp of scotch. "I hate it when she does this."

Carina curled up on the sofa. She had changed into a gold silk nightgown. "She's done this before?"

"Twice," he snorted. "There was this rich banker in Boston. He was trafficking in cocaine. While we were there, she went out to dinner with him every night. Then there was a director in Hollywood. He lured young actresses with promises of fame and wealth. When he had them, he prostituted them out to exclusive clients. We went out to a club to meet him. She spent the entire night on his lap. Those are the incidents I know about." He thought a second and added, "But she did get the story."

A short time later, Sarah emerged from the bedroom. She wore a black satin cocktail dress. It had a princess cut bodice and A-line skirt. With it she wore black nylons and closed toe high heels.

She gazed at her reflection and primped her hair. "I'll be back late. Don't wait up for me."

"You're not going to fuck her." His comment was both a question and statement. He slammed down his drink spilling it.

"I'm not gay," she hissed, "but if she likes to look, what does it hurt? She can gawk at me for a while." Her nose wrinkled with an impish expression. "I might even give her a goodnight kiss."

Chaz huffed and stormed out of the room. Carina shrugged and leafed through a magazine. "Don't put out ads that you're not willing to fulfill. She might just take you up on it. She likes bedding straight girls," she made quotes with her finger, "'and turning them into lesbians'."

Sarah smirked. "Right, the big bad lesbian is going to get me. I wouldn't have guessed that you were so homophobic."

"I'm not," Carina warned. "Lana has a reputation that's all. More than one girl lost big in the casino and had Lana sitting on her face that night."

"That's disgusting!"

"Now who's homophobic?" Carina smirked and arose from the sofa. She walked up behind Sarah and stood very close. She caressed Sarah's shoulders and then slid her hands around Sarah's waist. She snuggled up tight and kissed Sarah's neck. "Maybe you could skip it. I'd give you a night to remember."

Sarah rolled her eyes and clucked her tongue. "I'm not into girls. If you want some girl to spread her legs, then you'll just have to cruise the bar or call back that slutty bellhop." She pulled away and grabbed her black satin jacket from off a narrow table near the door. She slipped her arms into the 'shrug' style jacket and then picked up her purse. "If that doesn't work, you can always wear out a pair of batteries in your vibrator."

Carina sneered and shook her head. She strolled back into her bedroom. On the way she commented, "You'll see."

Sarah took a deep breath and checked her appearance once again. In the mirrored reflection of the stainless steel trim she checked her lipstick. She hated it when it got on her teeth. Clutching her purse in her left hand, she pressed the elevator button for the penthouse.

"Hello, can I help you?" The voice emanated from the speaker panel in the wall. She reasoned it to be some sort of security for the penthouse.

"My name is Sarah Smith. Ms. Thorn invited me up for drinks. I thought I would take her up on her offer."

"Please wait."

Sarah crossed her arms and searched the elevator ceiling for the hidden camera. None was visible. That meant a high-end security system that was most likely run by professionals. Even so, she was certain she could break it.

"Ms. Thorn will see you." The elevator lurched upward. The corners of Sarah's lips curled up a bit.

It was a short ride but one filled with anticipation. She was not sure what she would encounter. It made her stomach flutter with excitement.

When the doors opened, she saw a small room. The walls were covered with dark cherry paneling and the floors with thick red carpet. Brass and crystal overhead fixtures provided illumination. There were neither chairs nor any other sort of decoration. It seemed a bit stark and unfriendly.

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No sooner had she stepped out than the doors slid shut behind her. The swiftness took her by surprise, and she danced forward a bit. She looked about for a door and saw none.

She paced back and forth. Every so often, she glanced at her watch. When the time still read 5:37pm after 20 minutes, she held the gold watch to her ear. It was an old fashioned ladies mechanical watch. When she heard no ticking, she whispered under her breath, "Great, this is just great." She loved that watch.

Time passed. How long she could not be certain. When her patience grew thin, she called out, "Hello, is anyone there?"

She listened, but no reply came. Releasing a heavy sigh, she clutched her purse behind her back. As nonchalantly as she could, she examined the wall for a door. A brass plate flipped open and wrenched a yelp from her. "Please place your purse in the compartment."

Sarah held up her purse and then looked at the brass box built into the wall. She shrugged and slid the purse into it. When her fingers cleared the door, it snapped shut like a hungry mouth.

"Hey! Give me that back." She tried to pry open the door, but it would not budge. "I want my purse back."

The floor quaked. She held out her arms and steadied herself. The floor was rising and the walls slid down around her. As she cleared the top of the upper walls, she saw a lavishly furnished reception area. A warm fire burned in a massive stone hearth. Before it, there laid a white French pavilion set of furniture and a white bear skin carpet. Soothing smooth jazz played over a hidden speaker system. The entire north wall was made of a solid piece of one-way Plexiglas. She strolled over it and imbibed the spectacular view of the Rocky Mountains.

A door opened behind her. She turned and saw a brunette enter. "Hello, my name is Karen Hughes. I'm head of security for Ms. Thorn. I just need to inspect you before you can see her."

"Oh ... um, okay," Sarah replied.

Karen strode over with a wand in her hand. "Hold up your arms please." Sarah did as instructed. The security head slowly ranged the wand over top of her.

Sarah furrowed her brow. When Karen bent over, the light gleamed off her latex slacks. The black latex gleamed with a high gloss finish. In the light of the setting sun, it flashed across the curves of her ass cheeks as if spray painted on her. She pursed her lips. It was a bit too 'slutty' for her taste.

No such uniform would be complete without a pair of boots. She liked the 4-inch heels. They were sensible but sexy all at the same time. They, along with the glossy latex slacks, gave her legs the sleek and athletic sculpture of a dancer.

When Karen stood upright, she kept running her wand over Sarah. Women actually look at other women's breasts longer than men. However, with women it is to compare general size and shape with themselves. Sarah was no exception. She glanced to her right at Karen. A cobalt blue sweater sculpted to her chest. They have to be at least D-cups, she mused, very firm.

It was her black, patent leather collar, however, that intrigued her most. It was seamless with no apparent way to remove it. A silver D-ring dangled in front of it. Sarah knew girls that wore such fetish gear. Usually, they were goth, punk, or emo – perhaps all three. Karen appeared to be none of them. In fact, other than her unusual attire, she looked like 'the girl next door'. Okay, a very beautiful girl next door ... with really big boobs ... and a flat tummy ... and a perfect ass. Sarah hated her.

Sarah sighed again. It was a lot to go through for a drink. She noticed that Karen seemed to be spending a great deal of time around her bottom. She looked over her shoulder. Karen waved the wand up and down behind her ass.

"Eyes forward," Karen ordered.

Sarah complied and rolled her eyes. What does she think, I'm smuggling a gun up my ass? Her arms were getting tired. When she started to lower them, Karen snapped, "Keep your arms raised please." Sarah lifted her arms up again and tried to ignore the burning of her shoulder muscles. "Place your hands on your head – interlace your fingers."

A 'please' would be nice, she thought. However, she did as instructed and placed her hands on her head. Karen worked her way around. She passed the wand several times over Sarah's chest. They're called boobs; her cheeks blushed with anger. "Eye straight forward," Karen ordered. She passed the wand several times over Sarah's face. "Mouth open," Karen said next. Sarah opened her mouth a little. "Wider." She opened it as wide as she could. Karen held the wand in front of Sarah's mouth.

Karen removed the wand and clicked it off. "I'm sorry about the exam, but we have to be certain. Ms. Thorn is a leader in the entertainment industry. There are an awful lot of corporations that would smuggle in a scanner and transmitter."

"That's okay," Sarah chirped with a smile. Inwardly, she seethed with anger. She hated it.

"If you will follow me, I'll show you to Ms. Thorn." Karen walked away. A door made to look like a section of paneled wall snapped open.

"What about my purse?" Sarah scurried up behind Karen. "Do I get it back?"

"It will be returned after your visit is concluded."

Bitch! Sarah hurried to keep up with Karen. When they entered the room, the dim lights grew bright. It was a parlor filled with plush furnishings and no windows.

Sarah stopped and froze in place. Her eyes went wide and mouth hung agape. She could not believe what she saw.

A brunette knelt in the center of the room. Her back was toward Sarah. A pair of rich blue silk panties cleaved to her bottom. The zigzag leg openings arched over her ass cheeks and around her hips. A crotch rope creased the blue silk deep between her ass cheeks. It then traveled up the center of her back. The rope was first tied off to wrists, which were bound at the back of her neck. It traveled up between her forearms to her elbows. It bound them together, thrusting them straight up in the air. The tension in the rope forced her to arch her back. If she pulled on the rope at all, it pulled tight between her ass cheeks.

The girl wore a matching blue garter belt. The garter straps tugged at a pair of black back-seamed nylons. Patent leather, blue high heels adorned her feet. They were closed toe and five inches long. Contrasting white rope bound her ankles, knees, and upper thighs.

"Ummn," she mewed. She clenched her ass cheeks and the light flashed off the glossy blue silk. Humming sounds broke the silence. They grew louder by the second until they sounded like a muffled electric razor. More hums erupted. "Umph," the girl snorted – her body wiggled a little. Although bound, her thighs began to quiver a little. Then two more hums joined the chorus. "Uuummnnn," she moaned.

It was then that Sarah saw white wires. They emerged from underneath the right leg hole of the panty gusset, near the lower swell of her ass cheek. The wires traveled down between her legs, joined up with a third, and then continued over to a power supply at the wall socket.

"There you are," Lana declared. She strode into the room. Her smile reminded Sarah of a crocodile. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting." She gestured toward the furniture. "Why don't we have a seat?"

Sarah took a few pensive steps toward the girl. She circled around the girl, her eyes fixed upon the disturbing sight. When the girl saw Sarah, her eyes lit up and she began to mew. However, a black ball gag stifled her pleas and sealed her crimson lips around its wide girth. A muzzle of shiny black straps encircled her face and held the gag in place. The girl's blue eyes looked up at her in desperation.

Sarah sat down on the edge of the chair. She winced at seeing the crotch rope between the girl's legs. It dug into her vaginal slit creasing the panty gusset into a blue silk camel toe. She could see the clear impression of one of the wires in the blue silk fabric. It traveled up and into the girl's vagina.

With the girl's elbows pointed up at the ceiling, her chest was thrust out. Her breast, like a pair of bulging cannon balls filled the gleaming blue silk cups. Oddly, Sarah noticed the impression of round, conical disks in the seamless cups. They were located right at the girl's nipples.

Lana sat across from Sarah. Her legs were crossed and hands folded in her lap. She smiled as if nothing were amiss.

"Who's she," Sarah asked with a tremulous voice.

"That's Christy. She lost a great deal of money in my VR casino." Lana sat back and stroked her chin weaving her clever lie. "It was over three hundred thousand dollars to be exact. I always keep my word, and I expect others to do the same."

The girl squeezed her eyes shut. "UMMN," she groaned, trembled a bit, and shook her head. She gasped in air and then tensed again. Another groan escaped her gag.

Sarah crossed her arms over her chest. "How long has she been like that?" She chewed on her lower lip. Her eyes were glued to the girl's heaving breasts.

"A couple of hours or so," Lana replied. "I find it's best to break in my new property with the correct relationship. She belongs to me, and I may do with her as I wish."

Since Xor left Earth, Sarah had both heard of and seen slaves. The rich kept them around to impress their friends. Since she was a reporter, she had seen quite a few of them. However, most of them were common workers, not sex slaves.

"Well, enough about her. I've had my chef prepare dinner for us. You will join me won't you?"

"Oh ... ah, sure," Sarah replied. She was too afraid to refuse. She feared that she might end up like the girl before her.

"Excellent," Lana replied. When she arose, Sarah stood and followed her. As she left the room, she glanced back at the girl. The blue silk covering the girl's ass flashed as she clenched and released her ass cheeks. Sarah's stomach twisted into a knot. She hurried from the room, eager to leave.

A grand dining table lay before Sarah. It was made of dark, rich oak and surrounded by twelve chairs. Two fine bone china place settings awaited them. One was set at the head and the other to the right.

Lana made her way around the table. She took a seat at the head, naturally. Sarah entered a bit more cautiously. She circled around the table afraid of what she might find. It was then that she noticed Adele. The latex covered girl knelt on the floor next to her mistress' right. Although still hooded like some modern sculpture, her mouth, however, was now open wide by a ring gag.

"Have a seat my dear," Lana said.

Sarah pulled out the chair. She could not tear her gaze away from Adele. There was something so surreal about the way the latex covered her.

The swinging doors opened and flapped shut. A girl clad in a black satin, French maid uniform entered. Her fluffy skirt bounced as she hurried up to the table. In her hands, she held a silver tray. She too had her mouth stuffed with a ball gag. Although unfettered, black leather cuffs locked around each wrist underneath the sleeves of her uniform. She set down the tray and removed the lid. A roast pheasant with all the trimmings lay on the silver tray.

"Would you like wine?"

"Oh ... eerr, sure," Sarah replied. The maid removed a bottle of white wine from a silver bucket and filled their glasses. Sarah wanted to run for the door but managed to keep her composure.

Lana sat back and crossed her legs. Her left hand raised the glass to her lips, while the right stroked the blonde ponytail behind Adele's head. "I did some research after I met you. You've had quite a few positions over the past few years."

As a matter of standard protocol, all undercover reporters were provided with a false identity. In her case, she was listed as a marketing expert, and she was reported to have worked on quite a few projects. "Yes. I work on commission. Once the contract is finalized and the marketing completed, I move on. However, I'm thinking of staying with 'The Catapult Marketing Group'. It has a solid reputation and a wide range of products. There is always something new to do."

"Doesn't that bother your family, moving around all the time?"

Sarah took a deep breath and thought a second. "My dad passed away last year, and my mom started a new family. I see her at Christmas every couple of years, but that is it."

When Marie returned, she served the meal onto their plates. It was only after they began to dine that Marie tended to Adele. She extended an armature that was bolted beneath the table. It gripped a black dildo with a clear plastic tube. Marie moved Adele's head forward inserting the dildo into her mouth. When her tongue touched it, the girl immediately began to suck. Milky fluid filled the tube and then flowed into her mouth.

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Sarah furrowed her brow and frowned. The slave girl sucked on the rubber cock as if her life depended on it. Lana reached over to Adele. Her hand grazed down the many buckles of Adele's armbinder. It seemed implacable to Sarah. There was no way Adele could free herself from its grasp. Then Lana's hand moved to the swell of Adele's rubber ass cheek. A chastity strap divided them and disappeared between her fleshy, rubber ass cheeks.

"I was wondering if you would like a position within my company." Lana's hand glided around Adele's hip. Her fingers toyed with the gold lock and rings that secured Adele's vagina.

Lana's offer hung in the air. Sarah opened her mouth to reply but all thoughts fled from her mind. It never occurred to her that Lana might offer her a job. She shifted in her seat and waited for a qualification to the offer. She glanced at Adele, at Lana, and then at Adele again. A shiver ran through her at the thought.

"I've taken a look at your contract with Catapult. I could double your compensation." She reached down and picked up a heavy contract. She slapped it down with a thump and slid it across the table.

Sarah flipped through the contract. She was no lawyer. She had no idea what the legal document detailed. At the end, she saw the payment amounts Lana detailed. Perhaps they had forged too good of a cover story. It was a lot of money, but not enough to make her work for Lana. Carina's warning kept ringing in her mind. She wanted no part in Lana's bedroom games.

A strategy began to take shape in her mind. She could dance around the issue and perhaps gain valuable inside information for her story. Many times in the past she used personal relationships for her advantage. "I might be interested, but I would have to take a good look at your current and future products. That way I could give you a better idea of what I could do for you."

"Of course," Lana replied, "I understand completely. Why don't we table this discussion until after we give you a tour of our product line?"

Karen entered the room and said, "I'm sorry to bother you Mistress. A matter has arisen that needs your attention."

"Can't it wait until after dinner?" Lana snapped. Karen hurried over to Lana's side. She whispered in her ear. "Very well, show him in."

"Let go of me!" Two female security guards dragged a girl through the door. Her long hair whipped about. Despite wearing high heels, she dug in her feet and bent over. This hiked up the hem of her blue cotton dress. It flashed a pair of white nylon panties stretched over her bottom. She twisted her arms and struggled to throw them off.

Lana removed her napkin from her lap and deposited it on the table. She arose from her chair and strolled around the table. Karen handed her an e-tablet. "So Mr. Thomas Delany, you seem to have made some changes to your appearance."

"I don't know who you're talking about. My name is Sharon Dawes. I came here on spring break." She shook her wrists, trying to break the guards grip. "I was just gambling in your casino. That's it."

"And winning a great deal I'm told," Lana agreed. Karen handed her a blue rectangular device. Lana twisted a metal knob set into the end. A painting began to rattle on the wall. "A magnetic manipulator, I like the design. It's very compact. It must really take the risk out of roulette." She switched it off and set it down on the table.

She circled around behind Sharon. "If you admit that you are Tom Delany, then we will notify the Texas authorities, and you would be extradited. Since this is your third offense, you would go away for life. However, if you continue to insist that you are Sharon Dawes, then you would be tried under local law. This Casino sits on Hatawana tribal grounds."

"I'm Sharon Dawes," the girl insisted.

Lana held up an I-pad and said, "Place your hand upon the scanner and state your full name."

Sharon raised up her hand and paused. She looked at the scanner and then at the guards. She set her hand down upon it and said, "My name is Sharon Angelica Dawes."

"Perfect," Lana said with a smirk. "Gag her!"

"Wait n ... umph!"

"Under tribal law, you are guilty of fraud and theft," Lana declared. Sharon struggled as her hands were bound behind her back. "I am therefore placing you under sentence of involuntary servitude. Strip that dress off her!"

Sharon's eyes blazed with anger. She struggled as the blue dress was ripped off her body. She mewed and shook her head.

Lana's steel blue eyes locked on Sharon. "The slip too," Lana insisted. "I'll have no Wal-Mart lingerie around here."Sharon's dress and slip soon lay in tatters around her feet.

Sharon's panties and bra were lacy and expensive. "Those are acceptable for the moment." Lana returned to the table and took a seat. Marie sliced up the pheasant and began to serve Lana and Sarah.

"Stop struggling," Lana scolded Sharon. She set down her fork and motioned to Karen. "I hate conducting work during meals, but this is intolerable. Make her kneel on the floor to my left on the opposite side of Adele."

Sharon mewed in protest and fought as she was forced to her knees. "When they can speak, my slaves refer to me as Mistress or Mistress Lana. Is that clear?" The guards forced Sharon to nod.

Sharon sank to her knees. Meanwhile, Adele sucked down her meal as if her life depended on it. "Spread your knees ... wider ... that's good. Now bow your head and lower your gaze."

Sharon's knees were forced apart and bound with a spreader bar. A tether attached to her gag harness drew her head down and was tied off to a ring in the floor. Marie scurried up behind her. Sharon saw a flash of metal and felt something wrap around her throat. She heard a mechanical snap and felt the constriction of her collar. Marie coiled a leather strap around Sharon's wrists then wove it up around Sharon's arms. Sharon's forearms were bound together, elbows touching.

Lana stuffed another bit of meat into her mouth. She chewed at her leisure and swallowed. "Finish up with her," Lana ordered.

Sarah felt as if she would throw up. She crossed her legs and covered her mouth with her right hand. She could not help but look upon the horrific scene before her.

Black kid-leather wrapped around Sharon's face. Internal nostril tubes slid up her nasal passages and made her eyes water. Sharon's terrified eyes went out of sight as the hood was drawn over her head. "Mnph," she mewed and shook her head. Marie formed Sharon's chestnut brown locks into a ponytail. She fed it through a hole in the rear of the hood and then drew the hood down to Sharon's neck. The supple leather grew taut and molded to her face. The dull ache of her jaw turned to searing pain. Her mouth began to salivate. She had little choice but to swallow.

Lana ate a few string beans and then took another sip of wine. "I've changed my mind. Remove that offensive lingerie." Sharon whimpered and shook her head. Cold steel slid down the middle of her back. 'Snip', her bra strap was severed. Two more 'snips' and her shoulder straps were cut. The tattered bra was pulled away, exposing Sarah's breasts. They were full, yet perky – crested by a pair of pink nipples.

Lana ran her hand up Sharon's stomach. The girl tried to pull away but could only go so far. Lana cupped Sharon's left breast and gave it a squeeze. She pinched the pebble hard nipple and rolled it between her fingers. "They are a bit small, but they will do for the moment."

Two more snips severed the thighs bands and cut in twain Sarah's panties. Marie drew them away between Sarah's thighs. The girl's cheeks blushed to a crimson shade. Lana's hand moved between Sharon's thighs, and her fingers splayed apart Sharon's labia. Her two middle fingers plunged into Sharon's sex. The girl squirmed as the fingers pushed deep into her. "You have a tight pussy. It's almost as if it's never been used before."

Lana removed her hand. "Have her turned into a rubber slave. I want her stuffed and locked like Slave Adele."

"MMMNNN," the girl squealed as she was dragged away. The door slammed cutting off her cries. Sarah felt ill. Marie gathered up Sharon's tattered clothes and stuffed them down a garbage shoot. It led down to the furnace in the basement.

"I do apologize," Lana said. "These thieves are such a bother." She took a sip of wine. "It's important to deal harshly with them as a warning to others. So you and your boyfriend won a contest. Tell me about that."

"There's not much to tell," Sarah replied. "Prime Ripe Tomato Sauce advertized an online contest for a new jingle. Since I work in advertizing, I thought I had a pretty good chance of winning. I filled out a form and forgot about it. A month later they informed us that we won." Sarah sampled her soup. "Is the VR system safe?"

"It's more than safe," Lana replied. "It connects to the users neural pathways and establishes a link. Part of the system immerses the user into a virtual world. The other part assumes control of the autonomic systems. It continually scans for vital signs, maintains good health, and notifies the authorities in case of an event. I think it's safe to say that you are safer in VR than in real life."

Sarah hid a smirk. She always doubted such claims. There had been too many failures of similar systems. Some fried the user's neural pathways, leaving them a vegetable. Others became physically addictive. The user would develop addict like symptoms when not gaming. She would find out their dirty little secret and expose it to the world.


Chapter 6

Somewhere in the middle of the night Sarah collapsed into bed. Chaz did not notice because he was not there. No sooner had Sarah left than Chaz seduced Carina. He wound up sharing her room for the night.

Chaz thrust his hips between Carina's spread thighs. He felt his manhood slip deep into her body. She groaned and propelled her hips up to meet him. Their bodies impacted with a wet, meaty slap. He kissed her neck and drank in the sweet scent of her perfume. Her body moved underneath him. Her soft, supple curves moved against him. When he could take it no longer, he thrust in deep and released his load. Fluid exploded from his manhood and filled him with orgasmic rapture.

Gasping for breath, he propped himself up on his elbows. He looked deep into her green eyes. What lay beneath them was a mystery, as it is with any woman. He kissed her and ran his fingers through her auburn hair.

"That was amazing," he whispered.

She forced a smile in reply. She gazed down at her spread thighs. Black nylons sheathed them and green satin garter straps tugged on them. His hips were still between her thighs, and his manhood pressed against her sex.

He rolled off her and onto the bed. She scooted off and grabbed her green bra. She poked her arms through the shoulder straps and stretched the bra strap behind her. With a deft move, she hooked it. She lifted and placed each breast inside the smooth cups. It was then that she felt his gaze upon her. She grabbed her panties and stabbed her feet into them. She whisked them up around her hips. Fixing the waistband into place, she headed for the bedroom door.

Chaz scrambled off the bed and chased after her. He caught up with her the door and pulled her back by the hips. His hands circled around her waist and held her tight. "I was going to get something to eat." He ignored her protests and kissed her neck. She felt his stiffening manhood press her panties between her ass cheeks.

He pulled open a leg hole and slipped his manhood through it. "Just relax," he whispered and pressed his padded tip to her anus. It pushed through her puckering bud and plunged into her ass. She arched her back and rose up on the balls of her feet. She grimaced as it slid deep into her ass. When his hips met her bottom, she felt his hand press on the center of her back. She bent over at the hips. He drew her wrists behind her back and stretched up her arms, locking her elbows and pinioning her upper body parallel to the floor.

It was the ultimate act of dominance and subservience. She was under his control, prostrate and sexually vulnerable. It was the kind of sex that imprinted on a woman's brain. She belonged to him, and he could do with her as he pleased.

He pumped deep into her ass. A meaty slap sounded, and her body rocked. He thrust hard and fast.

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"You like it rough. Don't you, you little bitch."

She started to let out warbling whimpers. He held her fast and pounded her as hard as he could. The impacts rocked her entire body.

"That's it. Take my cock in your ass, you fucking little bitch." Her body trembled beneath his grasp. He drove deep and released his load. "Yeah that's it. Take my cum in your ass." He kept his cock inside her until every drop squirted out.

He held her arms stretched up behind her back, cock planted deep in her ass. She would wait in that position as long as he wished. It further cemented his control on her mind. Although some women vigorously deny it, they all loved it and secretly hoped to be conquered.

He released her arms and slid his wilting cock from her ass. She reached around behind her and picked her panties back into place. He dragged her by the hand back to bed and led her to the foot of the bed. "Bend over and stay there." She pouted, but did as he said. Her palms rested upon the bed, arms locked, and bottom thrust up into the air.

Chaz left the bedroom and headed for the kitchen. He fetched a beer from the refrigerator. He glanced at the wall clock. It was already 11 a.m. Sarah would sleep well past noon.

"Can I get up?" she called from the bedroom.

"No. Stay right there like I told you." He took a swallow and strolled back to the bedroom. He lingered in the doorway and surveyed Carina. She looked up at him from her submissive, bent over position. Her eyes looked to him for direction.

Chaz strolled over to her. He pealed down her green panties and set the cold beer can on the small of her back. Cock in hand, he nestled it between her ass cheeks again. "Don't move. You'll spill my beer." She grimaced and whimpered, but she remained motionless as his cock plunged into her ass. When he was inside her, he picked up his beer and took a gulp. He set down his beer again.

"It's cold," she whimpered.

"Stay still," he ordered and began to pump her ass. This time, however, he did so with long, slow thrusts. He relished the sight of his cock withdrawing and then disappearing between her heart-shaped ass cheeks. He picked up the frosty beer can and took a swig. "Pump my cocked into your ass." She did as he demanded and began pumping her ass on his shaft. Her breasts began to swing and tiny grunts escaped her lips.

His gaze fell upon her green silk panties stretched around her thighs. The narrow gusset hung down between her legs. Around her waist the matching green satin garter belt grew taut as her garter straps stretched, pulling on her black nylon tops. Around her chest, shiny green satin bra cups stretched around her bulging breasts. How strange it was to be a woman. Lingerie and submission in sex was a part of their being. How strange they were.

After several orgasms, his member was a bit numb. She kept pumping her ass and grimacing. "Are you close?" she whimpered.

He finished off his beer and belched. After tossing aside his beer can with a noisy clatter, he grabbed her hips with both hands. He rammed into her ass and pounded her body. She sucked in a tiny gasp. He pounded her ass with all his might. Her body recoiled and head bobbed up and down. He pulled back on her hips, lifting her feet off the ground. "Take it in the ass you little bitch."

"Oh god," she gasped.

He felt her body quiver, and she threw back her head. His load exploded from his cock and streamed deep into her ass. When he was done, he drew it out. Grabbing her panties by the waistband, he drew them up and over her hips. He patted her panty covered ass and said, "That was a good girl."

When he returned to the living room for another beer, he could sense Carina following behind him. It was a submissive act of bonding. Women did it without thought or recognition. He knew what it meant. She was his to do with as he pleased.

As Carina lingered near him, head bowed and eyes cast up at him, his thoughts returned to Sarah. Okay, it was cheating, but things had been over between them for a long time. The only thing left was the breakup conversation and moving out of her apartment. It was the lie all cheaters tell themselves. While with their mistress, they are resolute about the path ahead of them. It was the way things had to be. However, when they returned home, kissed their wives, and rested in their easy chair, their decision melted away in the soft comfort of home and hearth.

Sarah was tenacious. Whenever she put the moves on an investigation subject, it was the same act. She spent the night with them and slept the day away. As she was so fond of saying, "I'm getting paid for the story not working 9 to 5."

Without looking back at Carina, he ordered, "Put on something sexy ... a miniskirt. We're going out."

"Okay," she replied in a quiet voice.

He smirked and slurped a swig of beer. When she was gone, he shook his head. It was all too easy. All one needed to know was how to interpret feminine signals and play upon them.

Beer in hand, he returned to his bedroom. Sarah was fast asleep and never heard him. After throwing on a pair of tan slacks and a blue cotton shirt, he returned to the living room. Carina awaited him. She wore a circle miniskirt. The accordion pleats barely covered her sex. With it she wore a green blouse, silk of course. She stood with her head bowed and hands clasped before her. She stood upon her right high heel shod foot with her left knee bent. She peeked up at him and asked, "Is this okay? Where are we going?"

He took a swig of beer and slipped his feet into a pair of topsiders. Answering her questions was optional. She looked incredibly hot, but he would never tell her that. Over excitement and approval of a woman was a loss of power. Women hated to be in control. They wanted a man to dominate them. "It's okay," he said with a shrug.

"I can change," she replied and then chewed upon her lower lip.

"Nah, we need to get going." He grabbed her hand and led her out of the condo. She shuffle stepped, lingering behind him. While they awaited the elevator, he took her into his arms and kissed her. His right hand reached up underneath her miniskirt and grabbed her silk covered ass cheek. Pressing his fingers between her thighs, he felt her rise up into him. He creased her panties into her sex and rubbed her clitoris. When he felt her slip into an altered state of mind, he moved away from her. Teasing was another quality women loved in a man.

The doors slid open, and he led her into the elevator. As they watched the floors pass, side by side, he rubbed her silken covered ass cheeks. Every so often he would probe further and wrench a tiny gasp from her.

The hotel had two casinos. One was set on the second floor. The other one was virtual. The virtual casino made more money by far, but the real world casino inspired the masses. He led her into the casino and surveyed it like a king. Bells chimed and red lights flashed. The din of the crowd mixed with it creating a chaotic feeding frenzy.

He led her into the midst of the fray. As a contest winner, he was given a twenty thousand dollar line to gamble. He withdrew five thousand and took a seat at a black jack table. She stood by his left side, and he wrapped his left hand around her nylon sheathed inner thigh. Every so often he would graze the silken gusset of her panties and touch her sex.

To his right sat a beautiful but anxious girl. She primped her shoulder length black locks, and pushed the square framed glass up the bridge of her nose, as the cards were dealt. She shifted in her seat and tugged at the hem of a black satin miniskirt.

A silver haired cowboy, complete with white Stetson hat, sat to her right. He picked up his cards and took a quick peek at them. She, on the other hand, lingered over her cards and chewed her crimson lower lip. She surveyed her meager pile of chips and anted up the minimum bet. "Come on Billy," the Texan said. "If you want to win big, you have to bet big."

"I'm almost out of chips," she hissed. She held up her arms and looked down at her blue silk blouse. "Look at me Gus."

"Don't worry about that. Everyone goes through a dry spell." He tossed out five chips. "Now really bet." Billy tossed out one more chip.

Gus took one card and went bust. When it came to Billy, she cringed and took a card. A ten of diamonds gave her 23. She snapped doubled over and gasped "Oh god." Her hands shot between her thighs. She grimaced and squeezed her eyes shut.

Chaz did not know what to think. She kept chanting, "Oh my god," and shaking her head. Her meager breasts began to engorge. The blue silk blouse began to tent out around the globes. Likewise, her bottom began to swell filling out and stretching her black satin miniskirt. "No," she moaned. "I can't feel it anymore."

"Card sir," the female dealer asked.

"Yeah, hit me," he said only halfway paying attention. He received a three of diamonds. That put him at 19. He stayed. The dealer hit 22 and went bust. He won.

Billy rubbed her black nylon sheathed thighs and straightened up. Her face seemed different somehow, prettier. She pulled out the V-neck of her blouse and looked down it. "Oh my god, I have tits."

Gus stroked her back. "Don't worry about it. You're luck is going to turn around at any moment."

"I need to quit," she declared with a gulp. "I think it's gone. I don't want to be a girl."

"If you quit now, the changes are permanent," Gus advised. "It's house rules. Changing your sex is just a way to make sure you pay up. Now, unless you want to wear skirts for the rest of your life, I suggest you bet and 'man up'."

It seemed an ironic choice of words. Chaz could scarcely believe his ears. The beautiful girl next to him had once been a guy? It was impossible.

"I guess I'll play."

"That's a boy," Gus declared. They both tossed in a chip and so did Chaz. When the next round was played, Billy wrung her hands and sat on the edge of her seat. She stayed on 14, a suckers bet. Both Chaz and Gus won.

"No," she moaned and bent over again. "I can feel it wriggling up into me." Her breasts engorged with an audible slurp. Chaz's eyes went wide. A pair of breast stretched her blue silk blouse to the limits and strained the buttons. Her ass cheeks and thighs grew round and shapely. "It's gone. My cock is gone."

Gus rubbed her back and comforted her. "That's okay. Don't worry about it." All expression left his face. "I can loan you some money. I'll need you to put up collateral for it though. I don't give away cash."

Chaz collected his winnings and stood to his feet. He almost forgot about Carina. Leaving the table, he glanced back as the game continued. "Man that's weird."

The next game of chance he tried was craps. However, odd people were at it too. A liquid gold metal miniskirt wrapped around a blonde's round ass cheeks. A man stood next to her and had his arm around her waist. "Try it again," he said comforting her.

"This had better work this time." She tossed the dice. Jumping up and down, she chanted, "Come on seven."

"Snake eyes," the dealer declared.

"No!" She jerked up her right knee and thrust her hands between her thighs. The look on her face was one of wide eyed astonishment. He circled her bottom with his hand and squeezed her right ass cheek. His lips curled into a sneer.

That game was also rejected. Chaz had no idea how to play baccarat, and keno was too random. In the end, he opted for a simple slot machine.

He took a seat at an aisle machine. Carina once again stood by his side. He rubbed her panty covered ass cheeks for luck. Two seats down from him, he saw a girl. She pulled on the slot machine leaver and bounced in her seat. Her breasts heaved under silver liquid metal top. A red, green, and blue accordion pleated miniskirt slid up her thighs, flashing the sky blue gusset of her silk panties. The display slowed and settled upon a lemon, an orange, and a cherry. It was nothing.

"No," she groaned. She tipped her coin bucket upside down. It was empty. She rose to her feet and shuffled to the pit boss atop a pair of strappy high heels. "Excuse me," she cringed, "can I get another loan?"

The pit boss frowned and checked is I-pad; "What's your name?"

"Sean Allen Phillips," she said and winced. She glanced down at the bulging cleft of her breasts that tented out her silver top. "A few hours ago I was a guy."

"Yes ma'am," he replied without really listening. "I'm sorry, but you are over your limit. We need you to settle your account."

She waved her hands about in the air. "I can't go back to my girlfriend like this." She flipped the hem of her miniskirt. "I'm a girl."

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"Unless you can settle your account, I'll have to refer your account to collections." There was no humor in the pit boss' voice. He was deadly serious.

She turned this way and that, nearly spinning in a circle. She ran her fingers through her short brown locks. "I just need some time to think."

"You could use your girlfriend and yourself as collateral for another loan."

The girl gaped at him in astonishment; "You mean we'd be slaves or something if we lost?"

"That is your only option at this point." The man's voice was cool and unsympathetic. "If you can't come up with the cash, you're freedom is forfeit anyway."

She crossed her arms and shivered. She glanced at two beefy guards lingering in the exit. It was clearly evident in her eyes. She wanted to run. They took a step forward anticipating her move.

"Well, what will it be?"

"I'll do it." Sean filled out a form stating her former male name and that of her girlfriend. He then gave her ten thousand dollars in credit.

Chaz halfheartedly pulled the leaver on his slot. He lost but really did not notice. His thoughts were fixed on the girl to his right.

It only took her an hour to blow through the cash. When the last dollar was spent, she chewed her fingernail and eyed the exit. She rose from her chair and quick stepped toward the exit. Head bowed and eyes on the ground, she tried to walk past the guards. One grabbed her thin arm. "I'm sorry miss, but all accounts must be settled before leaving the casino."

"No wait," she protested. "I can call my family, and they'll transfer the cash to me." They dragged her kicking and struggling. "No, no, no," she protested as they forced her into a small room. It had a clear glass wall open to the gambling pit. It, however, was quite sound proof.

They forced her into a black vinyl barber chair. She twisted and fought as they strapped down her arms and legs. Two straps looped around her waist and one around her forehead. He could see her mouthing 'no' as they strapped a headset on the crown of her head. It appeared very much like a NCVR headset.

Her body suddenly strained against the bonds as if being electrocuted. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she began to convulse. Chaz's heart seemed it would beat right out of his chest. The chilling scene seemed to go on forever.

She went limp and passed out. The guards removed the straps. As they helped her from the chair, she came around again. Dazed and confused they ushered her into an adjoining boutique. They forced her onto a platform and a purple beam activated. She froze in place like a living mannequin. A sign was placed at her feet. It read '$50,000, mind warping performed free'.

Chaz rose up from his seat visibly shaken. "I think I've had enough gambling." When he walked past the guards, his pulse rate sped up a little. They eyed him but did nothing.

He led Carina down the hallway with a quick pace. "Unh unh unh," he heard a woman grunt. He came upon a couple standing in a nook. Billy stood with his body pressed up against the wall. Gus stood behind him. His hands were on her hips, holding up her black miniskirt. With her panties down around her knees, he pumped his cock into her wet vagina. Her beautiful face was contorted and a new grunt escaped her lips with each thrust.

"That's okay sweetheart," Gus groaned. "You'll get used to it."

Chaz hurried past then in a rush for the elevator. He pressed the button and shifted from foot to foot. The elevators seemed so slow. Across the hallway, he could see the couple. Billy was now down on her knees before him. The gusset of her black satin panties was wedged deep into the heart-shaped fissure of her ass. Her short black locks jostled about as he pumped her head. Gagging wet sounds came from her. "That's it, take it deep."

The doors at last opened. "Ukll," she gagged and then made gulping noises. Gus closed his eye in bliss as his cum emptied into her throat. Chaz hurried into the elevator and waited. Although he pressed the 'close' button, the doors remained open. The elevators were computer controlled to allow for maximum occupancy.

"Can you hold the elevator?" Chaz did not press the button, but Gus made it in time anyway. He dragged Billy in by the hand.

Billy crossed her arms and gazed down at the floor. Gus was all smile and teeth. As he watched the floors pass on the display, his arm sneaked around her waist. He reached underneath her miniskirt and grabbed her bottom. Her face contorted and back arched as his fingers creased her black silk panties between her ass cheeks. "That's okay baby, I'll take care of you now."

Chaz felt a little sick to his stomach. He knew of magic and knew of sex transformation. However, he had never witnessed one. It seemed more like a movie than reality.

When the doors opened, Gus dragged her out by the hand. Chaz knew exactly what would be happening in a few minutes. He witnessed it in the hallway.

A few minutes later they arrived back at the condo. Chaz need some affirmation of his sexual orientation. He sat on the sofa and had Carina stand with her back towards him. He flipped up her miniskirt and pulled down her panties. Cock in hand, she sat on it. As the meaty length slid into her, he sighed and slid his hands over her smooth globes. Soon she bounced upon his lap, driving his manhood in and out.

When he came, he pulled her back against him. He stroked between her legs and teased her breasts. He kissed her neck and savored the moment.

Too soon it was over and Carina began dressing again. He stuffed his cock back into his trousers and retrieved a beer from the kitchen. He and Sarah used to have fun. They would mix business with pleasure. Now it was only business and never any pleasure. Their bed became a coffin and bedroom a mausoleum. She suffocated him with deadlines and details. There was no air around her anymore. He could not breathe.

Carina arose from his lap. Reaching around to her right cheek, she hooked her index finger underneath the elastic panty leg-hole and drew it down with a snap. Smoothing down her miniskirt, she retired to her bedroom.

Chaz's stomach grumbled. He wandered his way to the kitchen and made a sandwich. No sooner did he bite off the first mouthful than his wrist computer began to vibrate. Damn it! It never fails. The call was important. He chewed quickly and left the rest of the sandwich on the countertop. He went to the spare bedroom for some privacy and locked the door. He tapped the wristwatch like computer. A holographic image flickered to life.

"We need the story details now." The image of Claire Posner, World Entertainment Network executive, stood before him. They were a direct competitor of Entertainment Nightly News. "We're preparing an advertizing deal that includes a two hour special. We need to know what ENN is offering."

"Shit, what the hell is the matter with you. Do you know how much trouble I will be in if they intercept your call. They'll do more than fire me. They will bury me in a shallow grave," Chaz griped.

"That's your problem," Claire replied. "WEN is paying you a lot of money. We expect results."

"Yes I have them. I stole Sarah's copy of the proposed advertizing and coverage contract. Jackie officially has us here to cover Lana Thorn's operation from an undercover perspective. In reality, she's trying to dig up some dirt to leverage a better advertizing contract. The network does this all the time."

"So do we. That's why I want the information," Claire retorted.

"Fine, I'm sending them now. Don't call me like this again. I'm on the razor's edge as it is."

Chapter 7

Sarah cooed and stirred. The soft covers and silken nightgown caressed her. She took a deep breath and fluttered open her eyes. Sun light beamed in around a blackout window shade. She pulled down on it and released it. Brilliant light flooded the room. She sat up and stretched. The covers slid down revealing a white silk gown adorning her. She scooted out and stepped into her slippers.

The evening with Lana thorn felt like a drug trip. Lana gave her a tour of her entire penthouse. It included a multitude of bedrooms, baths, and a dungeon. Rubber clad minions were bound to various medieval torture devices. All were engaged in pain, bondage, and sexual torture. The memory made her shiver.

She shuffled into the bathroom and slipped off her gown. Scalding steam billowed out of the shower. It was so hot she could barely stand it. That was just the way she liked it. It made her feel clean and brought back to life.

After bathing and drying, she dressed for the day. She tucked in her white silk blouse into her plum skirt. She drew up the zipper behind her back that last little bit and smoothed her skirt down her hips. It was knee length but tight. She turned and looked over her shoulder. It made her bottom and thighs look great.

She slipped her sleeves into the arms of the matching jacket. She closed three buttons in front and tugged at the hem. Like the skirt, the jacket was form fitting and molded around her grapefruit size breasts. She took a deep breath and felt the rise of her breasts, the flex of her bra straps, and weight on her back. Like the earlobe or bellybutton, breasts seemed a strange appendage.

Silver bracelets and earrings joined her ensemble. She primped her wavy black locks and took a long last look at her reflection. I'd do me, she concluded. After a mist of perfume, she grabbed her purse and exited the bedroom.

Her high heels click-clacked on the hardwood flooring. She could feel the sway of her hips, undulation of her ass cheeks, and jiggle of her breasts. It made her wonder what it would be like to be a man. Their bodies were so utilitarian and hard. It was another world she could barely imagine.

The remnants of Chaz's early rise lay before her. A dirty cereal bowl and empty coffee mug lay abandoned on the pass-through countertop. Milky contents were spilled with careless disregard for cleanliness.

Now it occurred to her to leave the mess. After all, he made it. He should be the one to clean it. She poured a cup of coffee and tried not to think about it. However, her thoughts lingered upon it, like an itch that begged to be scratched.

"Shit!" She grabbed a damp cloth and wiped up the mess. The dirty dishes were washed and placed in the drying bin.

Sarah crossed her forearms, feeling her breast press down upon them. She shifted to one hip and shook her head. The same instinct that propelled this behavior bound her to Chaz. Sharing her bed with a man, feeling him inside her, was like none other. When they made love, she felt complete, at peace with herself. The universe conspired to get her pregnant and then have her play the role of mommy.

There was only one conclusion. I was a man in my past life. That had to be the explanation.

She finished her coffee and picked at a grapefruit, unsweetened of course. A strange sound drew her attention. She looked about and saw nothing amiss. Returning to her breakfast, she picked out another tart bit. The sound interrupted her again. It came from Carina's bedroom.

She slid off the stool. A rustle of fabric came from her tight skirt as she crossed the living area. She twisted the door knob and opened it just a crack.

Peering inside the room, she saw Chaz. He sat in a chair next to the bed. His eyes were closed and head laid back. An accordion pleated miniskirt was hiked up just enough so that one could see forest green silk panties cleaving to heart-shaped ass cheeks. It wiggled before him. Matching garter straps stretched over curvy cheeks and tugged on black nylon tops. Melon size breasts filled out a green silk blouse and jiggled about underneath her. Piles of auburn locks jostled about in his lap. Slurping and sucking sounds mixed with the air conditioning air flow.

"Oh my god," he groaned.

Carina stroked his shaft with her right hand and licked the tip. Chaz shivered. She gripped his shaft like a leash and drew him to his feet. She bent over and rested her elbows on the bed. He moved behind her and caressed her outer thighs, running his fingers over her nylon tops and garter straps. His hands converged on the green silk panties that cleaved to her heart-shaped ass cheeks. They circled the pair of globes kneading and releasing them. Finding the waistband of her panties, he drew them down around her thighs until the crevice of her ass was exposed. He fed the tip of his manhood into that tight, fleshy crevice. With a fluid thrust he plunged his manhood into her ass. She tossed back her head and moaned. He grasped her hips and began pumping.

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Sarah closed the door and grabbed her purse. Making her way to the front door, she departed and strode down the hallway. She felt nothing, neither good nor bad, just numb. She pushed the elevator button and waited. When the doors opened, she joined a couple already inside it. The doors closed and she pressed the button for the 53rd floor. As the car rose, she stood with her legs tight together and purse clutched before her. The hard emotional shell that surrounded her soul began to crack. What began to seep out was rage, fury that would not be denied.

She crossed her arms and scowled at the silver doors. In that reflection, she saw a girl perfectly decorated like a Christmas ornament. It was an image that pleased the eye and heralded feminine glory. Like a car or a speed boat, she was the perfect male accessory – a bit of 'arm candy'. Perhaps it was the caress of her cool silk half-slip. Maybe it was the weight of her breasts, or just maybe it was the vulnerable sensation of wearing a skirt. Something within her snapped.

She exited the elevator like a racehorse from the stall. Her skirt stretched as she took long strides. Both hands were clenched in tiny fists. "Bastard," she sputtered. "Fucker!"

Now Lana set up an appointment with her personal travel agency. Unlike travel agencies of old, new agencies dealt in virtual trips. They even set up custom vacations.

A glass wall and swinging glass doors marked the office location. She flung open the door and marched up to the desk. "My name is Sarah Smith. I have a 9:30 appointment."

"Yes ma'am," the girl replied. "Mr. Henderson is waiting for you in office 12B. You can go in through the door to your right." She pressed a buzzer. Sarah whipped open the door and marched down the hallway.

Ben Henderson chewed on the corner of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He lounged behind his desk and savored the view of a corner office. When the office door flew open, he shot up in his chair and stuffed his sandwich into a drawer. With a warm smile, he rose to his feet and extended his hand. "Hello, my name is Ben. You must be Ms. Smith."

She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "Yes I am," she groused. She sat down, crossed her legs, and then her arms.

"Is there some problem?"

"It's my boyfriend. I caught him screwing another girl."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Ben sat down and held back his narrow red tie. "How can I help?"

She let out a heavy sigh. "I don't know. Can you have him strung up by his balls?"

"Well ... um ... no. We don't do that kind of thing. We provide custom vacations." He thought for a second and furrowed his brow. Rubbing his chin, he said, "Maybe there is something we can do?"

That got Sarah's attention. She uncrossed her arms. "Like what?"

"We could add a few difficulties to his vacation." He paused in thought. "We could have it rain all during his NCVR trip. We could also have him kidnapped and held for ransom by pirates."

That did not quite meet her expectations for retribution. "Someone told me that you have an exclusive world. It's a virtual environment set aside for your special customers...."


Chapter 8

Chaz flipped through a deck of cards. He sat on the bed with his back against the headboard. Carina lay on the bed next to him, curled up in a ball. Her blouse was unbuttoned and miniskirt gathered around her waist. She was a hot piece of ass. If only Sarah would go for a ménage-a-trois. It would have been a dream come true. Whenever he asked, she would reply, "I don't want some girl's tits in my face." So he flipped through the cards and waited for Carina to awaken.

He soon grew restless and slid off the bed. He searched through her dresser drawers. Several lingerie sets caught his eye. He made a mental note to have her wear them. In the bottom drawer, he found a vibrator set. It came complete with a remote control. An impish grin appeared on his face.

He carried over the set and gently lay on the bed near her bottom. As delicately as he could, he pealed the green silk panty gusset off her vagina. He then slathered a dildo with lubricant. He nestled the tip between her lips. He was sure she would awaken. He ever so gently pushed on the back. The slimy shaft slid through her labia and into her. She cooed and stirred a little. He paused and held his breath. When she settled down, he continued pushing. The shaft disappeared deep into her body until the beaded base moved between her labia. He pinched the gusset and drew it back into place. The light gleamed off the taut green silken fabric.

Rolling off the bed, he grabbed the remote control. This would be fun. He pressed the activation button. The dildo stirred to life. Ever so gently, it vibrated her sex. He gradually increased the intensity. Hums filled the air. Carina moved her legs and whimpered. She rolled onto her stomach but remained asleep.

Chaz frowned and placed his hands on his hips. She was supposed to wake up. He could slap his hands or slam the door, but it would not be as much fun.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted white ropes in the bottom drawer. Another mischievous plan came to him. He carried over the wad of ropes and dumped them on the bed. He moved her ankles together and coiled the rope around them. Little by little he drew the ropes tight until her ankles were pinned. He wove the ropes around her nylon sheathed legs until he came to her thighs. Then he tied them off, pinned them. He moved her arms behind her back and coiled more rope around her wrists. He tied them off too and still she did not wake up. He then tied her elbows and drew her shoulders back.

What the hell!?

He marched into his bedroom and to the laundry hamper. After flipping open the lid, he saw a pair of Sarah's black silk panties and nylons. He grabbed them from the laundry hamper and crushed the silken fabric tight in his hand. After marching back into Carina's room, he crawled onto the bed.

This would surely wake her. He pried open her mouth by pushing down on her chin. Her crimson lips parted and mouth open wide. Little by little he poked in the black silk panties until they filled her mouth. The sight of Sarah's black silk panties in Carina's mouth made him hard again. She snorted and stirred but remained asleep. Ever so gently he coiled the black nylons around Carina's head. When cinched tight, they creased the corners of her mouth and held the panty gag in tight.

Carina remained asleep.

Chaz could not figure it out. Was she in a coma? Then he saw the bottle of Neurocrine, powerful sleeping pills, on the nightstand and a half filled glass of water. He frowned and grumbled. The prescription strength drug was ten times more powerful than Ambien, Lunesta, and Sonata. It would be at least ten hours before she awoke.

Another evil idea occurred to him. He rolled her onto her stomach. After lubricating a small silver butt-plug, he fed it underneath her panties and wormed it into her ass. She stirred but never woke. He circled a rope around her waist and formed a crotch rope. When cinched tight, the rope creased her panties deep between her ass cheeks. He looped it around her wrists, bent her knees, and then tied it off to her ankles. Wouldn't she have a surprise when she woke.

As he left the room, he set the dildos on maximum. He set the remote control on the dresser. He then locked and closed the door. A snicker escaped his lips as he returned to his room.

Chaz flopped down onto his bed and sighed. The fun was over and boredom returned. He left the playing cards back in Carina's room. On the nightstand, he saw a headset. He was after all there on an assignment. He plugged in the cord to the outlet in the wall and set the headset in place.

He waited for a reaction – something, anything. He fumbled with the controls and cursed under his breath. He removed and replaced the unit. Nothing happened.

It was broke, or so he assumed. He removed the headset and got up off the bed. With no entertainment, his mind began to wander. He wondered about the casino and the transformed girls. Had they really ever been guys, or was it all just an act. Might they just not be girls pretending to have once been guys? It was possible and plausible enough to comfort him.

On the nightstand next to Sarah's side of the bed, he spied an open jewelry box. He reached over and retrieved it. A gold ring with a sapphire stone lay inside it. Sarah owned a great many fine pieces of jewelry. Most of them he would not know if he saw it. This seemed different somehow. He removed the ring from the box and slipped it on the very tip of his middle finger. It was beautiful.

The ring snapped down to the base of his finger. Chaz jumped and grabbed his hand. The more he tried to pry off the ring, the more it hurt. It was as if sharp little teeth were biting into his flesh. "Shit!" he cursed and grimaced in pain.

His entire body burned and a spasm sucked the air from his lungs. He cried out in pain. Bizarre sensations flooded his brain. Engorged flesh bulged out and weighed heavy upon his chest. With his very next breath, elastic straps flexed around his torso. His mind searched for his manhood and sensed only a phantom void.

He tried to move his arms, but they were restrained. He looked up at the headboard. He lay on a bed in an unfamiliar room. Golden blonde tresses lay piled up about his head and draped across his neck. Black jacket sleeves covered his arms. Where they ended, black kid-leather gloves began. He flexed his hands feeling the leather. His fists were petite and delicate. White rope contrasted the black leather and bound his wrists. Both palms faced up at the ceiling. His hands were available but useless. He could not see a knot to untie. A length of rope secured them to the headboard, and even there he could not see a knot.

Pressing his chin to his chest, he saw lustrous blue silk stretched over a pair of mountainous breasts. The blouse sweetheart neckline was seamed with a matching diaphanous mesh. He could see through the mesh and saw fleshy swells filling out black satin cups. When he inhaled, the breasts and satin cups rose up and fell back down with the release.

Panic overthrew his reason. He flew into a wild, primal frenzy. He tugged his wrists and twisted them. "Mmnnn umnn," he mewed. Silk fabric filled his mouth and a nylon cleave gag drew down the corners of his crimson lips. He tried to move his legs, but rope dug into his tender flesh.

He sucked in shallow gasps of air and let out stifled screams. Lifting up his head from the bed, he saw feminine legs sheathed in black nylon. The knees were bent and thighs spread. A leather miniskirt was gathered up around his waist. Looking between his legs, he saw wide black satin garter straps cutting across golden flesh. At the junction of his legs, a black satin panty gusset stretched down and between his thighs. The narrow band of black lay flat between his stretched legs.

"Mmnn," he screamed with a girlish timbre. He fought to free his legs, but white rope bound his calves to the side rails of the bed. His breathing sped up, and breasts heaved upon his chest.

The door opened and Carina entered. She crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame. A sigh escaped her lips and a smirk appeared on her face. "You seemed to like my outfit so much that I thought I would let you wear it." Chaz shook his head and mewed. "Oh yes," she chuckled and strolled toward him. "From now on, you are going to be wearing my jackets, my skirts, my nylons," she sat on the bed and patted his crotch, "and my panties."

She wore a miniskirt made of dark blue cotton and was decorated with a tiny floral print. It draped around her upper thighs flashing red satin garter straps and black nylon tops. She rose up to her feet and reached around behind her back. A zipper ripped down breaking the silence. The cotton skirt glided over her hips and pooled around her feet.

Rust color satin panties smothered her pelvis and a matching garter belt wrapped around her waist. Sturdy garter straps stretched down and tugged at black nylon tops circling around her thighs. She began to remove her white silk blouse. One by one the buttons opened. He saw a flash of red satin. She kept her eyes locked on his eyes. She then released another button. He saw her breasts cradled in red satin cups.

She sneered; "Take a good look baby. After today, I'm going to be a man again. You're taking my place." She chuckled. "You'll be the one bending over now."

Chaz could see the gears turning in her brain. Carina crawled up the end of the bed. Chaz looked down between his open, vulnerable thighs. She knelt behind him with her knees spread. Her right hand wriggled underneath the waistband of her garter belt and panties. Satin stretched around her hand as it moved down between her thighs. She closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath. Beneath the silk, her hand began to move. "Unh," she gasped. Her fingers began to pump into her sex.

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Chaz tugged at his bound wrists. "Umn," he mewed and looked at the door for rescue. When he looked back at Carina, the light reflected off her glossy panties as her hand pumped. Her lips parted and face contorted. Rust color silk stretched around an odd bulge. Her hand sped up to a furious rate. Her breasts heaved with her shallow breaths. Eyes closed, mouth open, face twisted, she seemed to be in a trance. Red satin stretched around a growing rod. Chaz looked on in horror as a fat cock grew from her clit and pushed through a slit in a front lace panel. It was throbbing and thick. The padded tip rose up into the air atop this monster.

She swallowed and opened her eyes. Chaz traced her steadfast gaze back to the junction between his legs. Lustrous satin sculpted to his vaginal mounds and highlighted the fissure between them.

Carina licked her lips while staring at Chaz's vagina. She lay down between his spread thighs. The musky scent of his sex intoxicated her. Both hands slid around Chaz's thighs. Her mouth opened wide, and she licked up his satin gusset. "Mmnn," Chaz squealed and wriggled his hips. Her tongue fluttered, licked, and teased his sex. She pulled his panty gusset aside and drilled her tongue deep inside his vagina. His fluids covered her tongue and coated his sex.

Carina kissed inch by inch up his body. Silk on silk bodies rubbed together. Her right hand moved between his legs and rubbed his sex. He shook his head 'no'. Hot kisses moved up his neck. Her hot breath flowed over his skin. Their breasts pressed together. "Umn," Chaz moaned. Their rubbing nipples sent electric pleasure coursing through him. Something touched between his labia and parted them. He felt Carina's huge cock plunge into his body. His limbs strained against the ropes, desperate to break free. The cock sank deep into his body, filling him in ways that his new body longed for. Her hips pressed against his inner thighs. She raised her head up and looked deep into his eyes. Her hips drew back and then pumped back into him. He let out a breathy snort. In fluid movements, her hips pumped and thrust her cock deep inside him. "Umph umph umph," he grunted with each new thrust. The bed began to rock and the headboard knocked. She sped up thrusting faster and faster. She whispered into his left ear, "I'm going to fuck you into being a girl." Chaz whimpered at hearing this. Horrible tension built up within her.

Carina's ass pumped hard and fast. She had a cock again. She fought off the building climax. He would come first.

Chaz rocked up and down the bed. The throbbing ache of his labia gripped his entire body. He was alive to every caress. The silk, his breast, her kisses, and her cock pushed him higher. His vagina longed for release. He tried to fend it off, but it was too much for him. He shook his head and mewed. Something snapped within him. His body quaked and vagina quivered. She arched her back as powerful throbs seized her body. Cum flowed into her, filling her. Carina's cries joined hers and the two joined into one for that moment.

Seconds later it was over. Chaz's vagina still throbbed and stretched around Carina's shaft. She sucked in heavy gasps unable to accept her new reality.

Carina slid her cock out of Chaz. A drop of cum formed on the tip. She sat back on her calves and gasped. Her right hand circled around the shaft and stroked it. She wanted it hard again. However, it grew softer by the second. She began to panic and muttered 'no' under her breath. It slipped from her hand and back through the lacy panel of her panties. Through the red satin, she rubbed it, desperate to revive it. "You promised," she pleaded. The cock disappeared back through her vaginal slit and down to a tiny clitoral nub. Both hands covered her satin panty gusset. She rocked back and forth moaning "No, it's not fair."

Chaz tried to deny what she knew to be true. However, the dull throb of her vagina would not permit it. It belonged to a woman.

Carina moved to the side of the bed and sat there. Her head was bowed and arms hung limp on her lap. She sniffled and reached down to pick up her clothes. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry Chaz. I really thought she would let me go." She stood up and held out her miniskirt. For a few seconds, she lingered, looking upon the garment. A heavy sigh escaped her. She stepped into it and worked it up her legs.

Chaz watched as Carina exited the bedroom. "UMMNN," she mewed in protest. She rattled the headboard in seething rage. She looked up at her bound wrists. Twisting her hands, she searched for a means of escape.

She lay there for the longest time. The cool air conditioning wafted over her sex. Only a thin layer of silk covered it. Every so often she would scream in rage, only to have her gag absorb the sound.

She lay with her head upon the pillow, gazing up at the ceiling. She contemplated the ways she might kill Carina. It would have to be slow and painful. She flexed her wrists and wiggled her bottom. It was then that she saw a loose screw behind the headboard. She worked the ropes up to the sharp screw and began to rub. The ropes began to fray and all at once snapped.

Chaz shot up to a seated position. She ripped off the nylon cleave gag and spit out the panties from her mouth. She cursed under her breath as she freed her legs from their bonds.

When she stood to her feet, her hands explored her body. Her right hand moved between her legs and her left hand up to her breasts. "Shit!" Her heart raced and mouth went dry. Through layers of silk and satin, sensitive breasts felt a hand squeeze them. When grazed, her nipples sent electric shivers through her body.

"Oh my god," she gasped. The voice belonged to a young woman – smooth and sultry. She grabbed the hem of the black leather miniskirt and yanked it up. Between her thighs, she saw a glossy black gusset. Narrow black silk lay flat between her legs. Black garter straps cut across her thighs and stretched down to grasp black nylon tops.

"That bitch!" She wobbled atop a pair of stiletto boots. "You can't do this." She took a few tentative steps toward the bedroom door. Lingering in the doorway, she saw that the living room was empty. A note lay on the dining room table.

She staggered over toward it and snatched it. "Chaz, I'm sorry, but I can't take it anymore. All of my clothes should fit your new body – Carina. P.S. Don't try and find me. I've put together some money, and I'm leaving the country."

Chaz crumpled the note in her hand. "That bitch!" she blurted like an angry girl. She crossed her arms and paced back and forth. Unbeknownst to Chaz, every step she took came with a little more grace. Her footfalls changed from 'walking a plank' to following an invisible straight line. Her hips rolled and cheeks undulated. It was no time at all before she moved with poise.

She glanced at the crumpled note on the floor. She squatted down and picked up the note. Un-wrinkling it, she reread it. "Bitch," she cursed under her breath.

She balled up the note again and tossed it in the trash. Underneath the glove of her right hand, she felt a ring on her middle finger. When she touched the ring, it grew small until it seemed it might cut her finger in two.

"CRAP!" she exclaimed and released the ring. It became loose again. Perhaps there was still time to catch Carina. Chaz charged out of the condo. She flung open the front door and hurried down the hallway. When she arrived at the elevator bank, she pressed the button as if sending Morse code.

When the elevator doors opened, she charged into it and mashed the lobby button. The doors seemed to close at glacial speeds. She crossed her arms and tapped her right foot. "Fucker," she sputtered while watching the floors change.

She charged out of the elevator like a racehorse from the gates. She took long strides crossing the lobby. With each step, she felt the restriction of her leather miniskirt, the flex of her garter straps, and cool air waft up between her legs. This fueled her rage.

She flung open the doors and hurried out of the building. "Be there," she muttered. The parking lot and attractions bustled with activity. Outdoor cafes, gift shops, and gardens were filled with people. However, none of them was Carina.

The parking lot was empty. "SHIT!" She stamped her feet and balled her gloved hands into tiny fists. "FUCKING BITCH!" she screamed and beat the air with her fists.

Blonde locks wafted across her face. She brushed them back behind her right ear. Carina was gone. Chaz could not help but wonder about the things Carina said. However, it was what she failed to tell him that bothered him most of all.


Chapter 9

Chaz crossed her arms over her breasts and shivered – but not from the cold. The sun shone bright in the sky and the day was warm. Deep within her core, she could feel the changes, and it terrified her. She wandered back toward the hotel entrance. She could feel the roll of her hips and heard the click of her stiletto boots. The many curves of her new body vexed her. She stopped and turned around. Standing on her tiptoes, she searched for some trace of Carina in the crowd. Seeing none, she trudged back into the hotel lobby.

To her right she saw the hotel bar. If there was ever a time she needed a drink, it was now. She wandered into the bar and sat on a barstool. "Whisky neat," she mumbled. Chaz looked behind the bar for the bartender. Beer mugs dried upon a dish towel. A drop of beer glistened around the metal spout of the beer tap.

Chaz waited for the bartender to emerge from the back. Minutes passed and no one appeared. She arose from her stool and strolled around the end of the bar. "Hello, is anyone here?" The girlish tone of her voice irritated her. She looked in the men's restroom and then the ladies restroom. Both were empty. She even opened the 'employee's only' stockroom door. Besides boxes of liquor, the room was empty.

"Great," she grumbled.

As she exited the bar, she tugged at the hem of her miniskirt. She paused to make sure that no one was in the lobby. The last thing she wanted was people gawking at her. Her female body and clothes seemed more like a Halloween costume – one that she rather people not see her wearing.

She hurried across the lobby. The clack of her boots was the only sound breaking the silence. At the elevator bank, she pushed the button. Wringing her hands, she watched the elevator descend. It seemed so slow. When at long last the doors opened, she hurried inside it and pressed the 19th floor button.

Her arms crossed, she contemplated what to do next. Sarah filled her thoughts. She would be pissed that Carina stole their rental car. She looked down at her mountainous breasts. How would she ever explain this to her? She would never believe it.

When the elevator reached her floor, Chaz exited and wandered up to the condo. She tried to open it only to find that the door was locked. She searched her leather jacket for the keycard. In her haste, she left it in the room.

"Shit!"

Now she would have to go to the front desk. Their only record was of a man name Chaz Alston, not a busty brunette. She chewed her fingernail and debated what to do.

Cleaning women sometimes let people into rooms. She wandered down the hallways until she found a cleaning cart. The condo door was propped open, but no one was inside it.

Arms crossed, she snorted in anger. I'm going to kick Carina's ass when I find her. Hands clenched in fists, she marched to the elevator and rode it down to the lobby. Taking a deep breath, she approached the desk and rung the bell. A minute or two passed and no one came. She rang the bell again.

"Hello," she said rising to her tiptoes, "is anyone here?"

There was no reply. She circled around the desk and entered the manager's office. The room was empty, but she did find a master keycard lying on the desk.

When she exited the office, something seemed amiss. She walked around the counter and through the half-gate. She moved to the middle of the lobby. A fire burned in the hearth; a purse lay unprotected upon the sofa, and luggage sat upon a cart. She wrung his hands. Where were all the people?

"CCCHHHAAAZZZ"

The voice seemed to come from everywhere. She spun around. Her heart raced within her chest. "Who's there?"

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"You know who it is."

"No I don't. Come on out," she said with a tremulous voice. "Uh," she yelped and arched back. She spun around and backed away. Her hands rubbed her bottom through her leather miniskirt and silken lingerie. Both ass cheeks stung as if smacked by a wooden paddle.

"What's going on? Who's there?" She held out her fists ready for action. However, she realized the sight of a beautiful brunette would hardly intimidate.

Reality came to an abrupt halt. An apparition took shape out of thin air. Flashes of light surrounded splatters of color. It seemed that a woman made of mist stood in a hurricane. Her image flapped and shifted. When she began to walk toward Chaz, the air around her grew thick and seemed to close in around her. The image evaporated a moment later.

"OUCH!" she yelped and danced forward, grabbing her bottom once again. She spun around and saw no one. "Ouch ouch ouch," she yelped as blows rained down on her bottom. She tried to shield it with her hands, but it was no use. The stinging slaps came anyway.

Grimacing in pain, she rubbed her stinging ass cheeks. A hand shot between her legs. She could feel fingers rubbing her sex through her panties. She grabbed at thin air, trying to restrain it. A hand smacked her breasts and then her ass cheeks.

"GET AWAY!" she sprinted for the elevator and mashed the button. Eyes wide in terror, she searched the empty lobby for signs of her attacker. The doors opened behind her and arms dragged her into it, dragging her heels. The doors slid shut and the elevator rose. She leapt forward and pressed all of the buttons. None of them worked.

Chewing her lower lip, she tried to think of some means of escape. When the doors opened, a sharp smack to her ass made her scurry out. She spun around in terror and watched as the doors closed. The elevator was empty. When she pressed the down button, nothing happened.

"Chaz," echoed all around her.

"Go away!" she shrieked. She ran down the hallway. Horrible shrieks and howls thundered behind her. She could feel hot breath on her neck and hear running footsteps behind her.

She flung herself at the door. Hands trembling, she stuffed the card in the slot. She flung open the door and slammed it shut behind her. Backing away from it, she stared at the door. The blood rushed in her ears, and her heart was in her throat.

Something brushed against her shoulder. She smacked at it and spun around. There was nothing there. "Go away." Her body trembled with fear. "I don't have anything you want."

The bedroom door flung open and slammed against the doorstop. Her gaze fixed on the king size bed. "No way!"

She tried to run. Powerful arms wrapped around her waist and hoisted her up into the air. Her legs kicked and thrashed about wildly. Her body twisted, and she grabbed at the door frame. Her hands were ripped loose, and the door slammed shut.

Chaz broke free and rushed across the room. She scrambled across the bed and screamed, "Somebody help me!" A pair of hands grabbed her ankles and dragged her back. She grabbed at the bedspread like a drowning man.

On a nearby nightstand, she saw a fat, black ball gag. The harness straps dangled over the sides. It leapt up like a spider and wrapped around her face. She grabbed at the leather straps trying to rip it free. The ball pushed between her teeth, and the straps wrapped tight behind her head. "Mmmmnnn mmmmnnnn," she screamed.

Something grabbed her wrists. She slapped her arms about, struggling to break its grasp. She writhed upon the bed, and her feet sought in vain a foothold upon the bed. Her arms were inexorably dragged behind her back. "Mmnn," she shrieked. Her wrists met behind her back, and a leather cord wrapped around them. Her wrists were bound first and then her elbows.

Her bound wrists were pinned at the small of her back and then began to lift up into the air. Chaz tried to resist, but the pressure drove her up to her knees. Her face pressed hard against the bed. Forced to her knees, she fought to break her captor's grip.

Through her nylons, she could feel hands move up the back of her thighs. The hem of her miniskirt was hiked up over her hips. This flashed glossy black silk panties that smothered her ass cheeks. They creased a little into her crevice, and the gusset molded over her womanly mound. Garter straps stretched over her round ass cheeks and strained to maintain their grip on her nylon tops.

"Mnph," she mewed. The right thigh hole of her panties pulled aside. Something bulky moved underneath her panties and between her ass cheeks. She snorted in quick gasps. A blunt tip pressed against her back hole. It circled around in slow orbits, pressing on her puckering anus. She tried to brace himself. When it pushed through, she grimaced and bit down on the ball gag. "Unnhh," she groaned. The thick plug pushed through her anus, stretching it into a wide 'O'. "MMMNNN," she moaned, as it slipped inside her.

Something moved between her vaginal lips. It was thick and round. "Umph," she grunted as the shaft pushed into her. It slid deep into the recesses of her body, until the shaft was entirely inside her. Then the black silk panty gusset moved back into place. A rope wrapped around her waist, over top of her lingerie but underneath her miniskirt. A cord moved between her legs and then underneath the waist rope. It looped around a thick curtain rod and back down to her wrists. When she moved her arms down, the rope sank deep into the crevices between her legs. When her wrists raised up again, the pressure made her shoulders burn.

Her feet were suddenly yanked backward. Her knees flew out from underneath her. This caused her hips to bounce on the bed and her arms to stretch up higher behind her back. Rope coiled around her ankles and crisscrossed up her legs. Soon the rope squeezed her legs together. The end of the crotch rope stretched back and tied off to her ankles. She mewed and rolled atop the bed.

"Umph," the butt plug filling her ass roared to life. The dildo joined the fray and her panty covered ass vibrated like a washing machine on spin cycle. A pair of conical nipple vibrators slithered underneath her clothes. When activated, her nipples coursed electric pleasure through her.

A dressing mirror scrapped across the floor and moved to the side of the bed. Another one moved to the opposite side. A handheld mirror lay against the pillow before her face. No matter where she looked, she saw a struggling girl.

The bedroom door opened and slammed shut again. She heard the lock click. The dildos flew into mania and attacked her sex. A stifled scream ripped from Chaz's lips.


Chapter 10

"Mnff," Chaz mewed. She pulled down on her wrists to relieve the ropes cutting into her biceps. The rope stretched taut and creased her black silk panties deeper between her ass cheeks. She kicked her feet, but a rope tethered to her wrists held her fast.

"Mmnn," she screamed. Within her ass, the butt-plug vibrated with a savage fury. Warbling hums like dual electric razors arose at the junction between her thighs. Her entire bottom vibrated. It sent powerful throbs through her body.

Mirrors surrounded her. There was no escaping her predicament no matter which direction she looked. She saw a black satin bra cradling heart shaped breasts. In the mirror, she saw a black satin garter belt and black silk panties. They wrapped around round, curvaceous ass cheeks. A pair of shapely legs, sheathed in black nylon, was bound with yards of rope.

The stimulation of her sex reached the breaking point. A terrible ache throbbed up from her vagina. She moved to the precipice of an orgasm. The dildos stopped. "Mmnn," she mewed and shook her head. The sexual yearning between her legs began to fade.

It had been like this all day and night. She whimpered in frustration. At first she fought against an orgasm. Now it was all she wanted. The ache of her sex gripped her body more than her bonds. A rope now woven through her hair stretched her head back. She had no choice but to stare at her reflection.

"MMNNN," she growled in frustration, and her fingers searched in vain for a means of escape. She pumped her hips and rotated them. The rope creased her panties deep into her crevices. It rubbed her labia and soothed the sexual ache. It was a poor substitute, however. She stretched her arms down towards her back, dug her crotch rope deep, but the tension on her sex was awful.

Her eyes were so heavy and body so weary. She closed her eyes for a moment. Her thoughts began to drift and blessed slumber took hold of her.

"UMPH!" Vibrations attacked her sex. Her inner thighs quivered as sexual throbs built within her. She snorted in a gasp of air and waggled her hips, grinding the crotch rope. In the mirror, she saw a beautiful girl – her eyes weary with sexual need.

"Umph umph umph," she grunted and pumped her bottom. She was close. Powerful sensations gripped her sex.

The dildos stopped.

"Mmnn," she whimpered and shook her head. Her lips were wrapped tight around the ball gag. It filled her mouth and made her jaw burn. Once again she swallowed her saliva.

Admit that you're a woman, a voice whispered.

She shook her head and mewed in defiance. However, the blazing ache between her legs eroded her resolve. Chaz felt a hand gliding up her body. One hand wormed between her pressed thighs and rubbed her silk covered sex. The other moved around her sides and around to her breasts.

"Mmnn," she moaned and shook her head from side to side. Her body took over and her hips began to pump. The dildos roared to life within her once again. She pumped her hips faster and faster.

Just admit it and all this can be over.

Chaz moaned through her gag. Her breasts shot pleasure all over her. Her sex wanted release so badly she hurt.

Give in to your body.

The hand rubbed harder. Fingers buried deep between her silk covered labia. They ground against her vagina.

Admit it, and it can be over.

She screamed and shook her head 'yes'. Powerful throbs gripped her sex. Her back arched, thighs quivered, and body rocked. Her eye lids fluttered as her mind drifted in a golden fog. She snorted in shallow gasps. The orgasm seemed to go on forever. Her mind began to fade, and she passed out.

Chaz drew a sudden gasp through her crimson lips. She scrambled off the bed and staggered back into a wall. Her entire body ached, and terrible throbbing gripped her crotch. Her gloved hands shot between her legs. Through silken panties, sensitive lips felt fingers upon them. She gazed down at her chest. Through the diaphanous red gauze, she saw breasts bulge and fill black satin cups.

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed. She grabbed at the leather miniskirt around her waist and tried to rip it off. When that failed, her hands shot to her blouse and pulled it out from under the waistband. She stripped off the jacket and blouse, tossing them to the floor. Her bra followed as well as the rest of her lingerie.

Naked and gasping for air, she stood in the corner. The offending clothes lay strewed about the floor. She tried to regain control of herself. At any moment, she feared that the floor would give out from underneath her.

Time passed and so did her terror. It was an ordinary enough apartment. Outside the bedroom window, she saw lights breaking up the darkness. She dared leave the bedroom and turned on the living room lights.

Brown leather sofa, chair, coffee table, rug, fireplace, kitchen, and dining room, it was all so commonplace. She wandered into the center of the room and combed her fingers through her long honey blonde locks. Besides the breasts hanging from her chest and the vagina between her legs, nothing was wrong.

She palmed her breasts. The fleshy globes filled her petite hands to overflowing. Red, dime thick nipples crested them. When she brushed one with her thumb, a shiver ran through her body.

"What the fuck is going on?" she gasped.

She hurried over to the window. She pressed her hands against the cold glass and looked down. Far below she saw street lamps illumine men, women, and buildings. The faint tones of music carried up to her room. In a park dedicated to pleasure, the night was more important than the day.

Chaz took a deep breath and felt the rise of her heavy breasts. At her slightest movement they wobbled and jiggled like towers of Jell-O. She slid her hand down her belly and between her legs. Her middle two fingers probed into her vagina and plunged up to the knuckle.

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She began to feel light headed again. Chaz hurried over to the sofa and bent over with her head between her legs. The sight of a vagina between her legs did little to assuage her anxiety, and the leather sofa chilled her padded bottom.

"Okay, get a grip," she whispered. "There has to be some sort of rational explanation for this." Try as she might, she could not think of one. Then she saw the sapphire ring. When she touched it, the ring once again bit her finger. Chaz cried out in pain and massaged it.

Chaz was no rocket scientist, but she did know cause and effect. The ring caused his transformation, or had it? She tried on the NCVR headset minutes before seeing the ring. In fact, the ring was not there before he wore the headset. On a whim, she reached up to her head and tried to remove the NCVR headset.

Chaz awoke and rubbed his face. He looked about the room and rubbed his eyes. He sat on his bed and was back in his room. When the memories came flooding into his consciousness, he scrambled backward and slammed into the headboard.

His heart raced and throat went dry. He looked about for some trace of his attacker. Then he noticed his chest. It was a male chest, muscular and chiseled. A pair of gray cotton boxer briefs covered his hips. They stretched around his manly bulge. He grabbed his manhood just to make sure it was real.

"What the hell?" He grasped his throat. Even his voice was back to normal.

His heart began to slow. He was back at his hotel and in his room. He looked through the window above the headboard. Sunlight beamed into the room. Outside he saw the city and the canyon walls beyond. He rubbed his face. Was it all a dream?

No. It couldn't be. Could it?

The door flew open and slammed against the wall. Chaz jumped to his feet. Sarah stormed into the room and slammed down her purse. "What the hell!?" he sputtered.

She ripped down the dual front zippers of her PVC miniskirt and stripped it off. The light reflected off a pair of glossy black satin lingerie. "Shit," she cursed and felt behind her back. A rigid waist cincher sculpted her back into a dramatic 'V' and then flared out to wide hips. "I'm going to cut this thing off if I have to." As she fidgeted about, his eyes were once again drawn to her glossy black ass cheeks. Underneath the panties, she wore a black body stocking, and her legs were shod with a pair of 'fuck-me' thigh-high boots.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Do you really want to know?" she asked like an accusation. She spun around with a scowl on her face. All of a sudden he really did not, but he knew better than to say so. He nodded 'yes' and sat down again.

"While you've been here sleeping and getting drunk, I tried to break into Lana Thorn's database. They caught me and thought I was one of their employees. I've been working like a dog...." She reached behind her and grabbed her ass cheeks with a loud 'SLAP'.

He heard something about a butt plug, bondage, and sleeping chamber. She wore a bodysuit like wonder woman only glossy black. With it she wore a painful looking corset. She continued on describing her ordeal, but his thoughts remained on her body. With her boots spread wide, his eyes were drawn right to the shiny black latex 'V' of her sex. She stood with her hands on her hips and continued jabbering away. He looked up at her breasts. The corset cups formed them into a pair of round globes. His manhood grew stiff in his briefs.

"Are you listening to me?"

"Yeah, I'm listening. That Lana chick is a real bitch. She jammed a plug up your ass and dressed you like a hooker. What about her computer system, did you get a look at it?"

"No, I did not. That fucking computer keeps track of my every movement. Thanks to the plug in my ass, I don't even get time off to take a shit."

Once again his thoughts drifted to how sexy she appeared. "Did they want you to fuck people? You shouldn't do it."

"I would suck every man's dick in that place just to have that computer out of my head. GOD, it drives you insane. Every few seconds, it says things to you. It's getting so I don't know what my thoughts and its thoughts are."

Sarah wandered over and sat on the corner of the bed. At feeling the fullness of her ass, she rolled to one butt cheek. A grimace upon her face, she hissed and rubbed her bottom. "You guys are lucky. You don't have to go through what we girls do."

Chaz twitched his nose. The vivid VR session, assured him that he did not want to be a girl. He was glad to be a guy, and at that moment, he wanted her to give him a blow job. The question was how?

"Come on up here." He waved for her to join him. She crawled up the bed and snuggled close to him. He put his arm around her, and she rested her head on his shoulder.

"I don't know if I can go back there. It was awful. Nothing is worth this." She snuggled her head into his neck. "The whole point was to get access to Lana's systems and get inside information. If that's not going to happen, why bother?"

At that point, he was ready to leave Canyon City and never return. However, massive unemployment and a worldwide depression convinced him otherwise. They needed to return with something to show for their work.

He moved his hand down to Sarah's side. His fingers traced down the rigid waspie. The steel ribs and sturdy construction aroused him. They then ventured down onto her panties. They glided over the smooth fabric until his entire hand rubbed her bottom. He moved his hand between her ass cheeks and caressed her stretched hole.

Sarah kissed his neck. Her left hand stroked his chest. She loved his body. It was lean yet muscular.

Chaz leaned over and kissed her. He tasted her hungry kisses and felt her rising passion. She moved on top of him, kneeling on the bed and straddling his hips. She held his face with both hands and kissed him. Thanks to her locking corset and rigid panties, sex was impossible – at least in the conventional sense.

How do you let a woman know you want a blowjob without sounding crude or desperate? Chaz's signal was not so subtle. He pressed down on her shoulders moving her down his body. She kissed down his chest, her hands tugged down his briefs. Soon she was kneeling with her head in his lap. Her black satin and nylon sheathed bottom waggled in the air. She parted her lips and fed his shaft into her mouth.

Chaz groaned a little. Her warm, wet mouth engulfed his shaft. When she began to suck, he felt pressure begin to build up in his body. Her head began to bob in his lap. He ran his fingers through her short, black locks. She took his shaft deeper and deeper. Then she took it all the way down her throat, and her lips met his belly. She drew her lips back, milking his penis. His meaty shaft glistened with her saliva. Being denied her sex seemed to make his need all the greater. She began to stroke his cock with her hand and suck on the tip. Pressure built within him and released all at once. It exploded out of his cock. Noisy gulps came from Sarah's throat. She sucked on the tip savoring every drop.

When she was finished, she sat up and tried to kiss him. The smell of cum was thick on her breath. She scrambled off the bed and scurried into the bathroom. She returned a minute later and moved next to him on the bed in a cuddle.

His hand moved around her left side. It slid over the gusset between her legs. "Can you feel anything?"

She twitched her nose. "I can feel something." She looked down at her imprisoned sex and spread her thighs. "Not much," she admitted.

"Can I cut that thing off you?" he asked and examined her lingerie.

"No. They told me the girl's bodysuits have a steel belt lining them. You would need a blow torch and a pair of metal scissors."

He rubbed her bottom a couple of times; "Is there anything I can do?"

She looked down at her imprisoned breasts and sex. "I don't think so. They can't keep us locked up in this forever. Can they?" She then asked him, "Did you and Carina get any information about NCVR theme parks? What is this new secret park all about?"

"About that –" he said and paused.

A tiny tap came from the bedroom door. "Come in," Sarah called out. The door opened and Carina entered. Her arms were crossed and a frown was on her face. She strolled over to the bed and sat on the end, smoothing a layered gauze miniskirt underneath her. The pale lilac fabric was adorned with a deep purple rose print. It draped over her crossed legs.

She tugged at the hem of her eggplant color sweater, and then crossed her arms. "I'm glad to see that you're finally awake." She glared at him with a jaundice eye. "I've been working my ass off trying to get a few inside details about Canyon Entertainment's new system." She stood to her feet and began to pace. "I don't think it is fair for you to get high for two days and leave everything for us."

Chaz sat up straight and looked about the room. Whisky bottles littered the floor. Next to the bed, white powder coated a mirror.

"I'm working my ass off, and you're high? What the hell!?" Sarah turned and faced him with a glare in her eyes.

It was not possible. He remembered everything. It was so vivid and clear. And yet ... other drug trips had produced stranger highs. No. It was not possible. He remembered it all.

Sarah rolled her eyes and huffed. She stormed out of the room. Carina followed her out in similar fashion.

Chaz threw on a pair of tan drawstring, lounge pants and a T-shirt. He shoved his hands into his pockets and wandered out of the bedroom. The girls glared at him as he entered. He did not know what Carina's game was, but he was sure she was lying.

Carina sat down on the chair, and Sarah sat on the sofa. Chaz wandered in after them. "This whole thing with Lana is spinning out of control," Carina said. "Maybe you should just forget it. It's too much." She shrugged and crossed her legs.

Sarah shifted to her right ass cheek. "I hate that bitch, but Jackie would never agree. She wants that information." She sighed and twitched her nose. "You do have a point. I don't think I'll ever get access to her private systems." She looked down and examined her lingerie. "How in the hell am I going to get out of this?"

"I have an idea." Carina jumped up from the sofa and hurried into her bedroom. She returned with a holographic projector the size of a credit card. When she set it down on a horizontal surface and said, "System activate," a translucent blue image hovered in the air before them.

"The computer system is located in what used to be the pumping station. The security system will recognize either biometric ID or device ID. All of the senior people on the staff wear gold rings set with sapphire stones. The stone is really a logic crystal. It contains a security code that gives the wearer entrance to any area of the complex."

She jumped up again and hurried to the kitchen counter. She returned carrying an empty box. There was a minute of silence. "What happened to it? It was right here." She looked at Chaz and then frowned. "You sold it didn't you? That's how you paid for your party." She stamped her right foot and beat her fists in the air. "If it wasn't for Sarah, I'd report you to Jackie right now and get you fired."

"C-h-a-z," Sarah lamented, "how could you? We could have used that ring. Who did you sell it to? We need to get it back."

"I didn't sell it," he stammered.

"This is bullshit!" Carina marched back and forth. "I can't believe this."

Sarah sighed, "We'll get it back. I promise."

"Well alright," Carina harrumphed. "But we need it soon! I was going to use it to break into the production facility across town."

Sarah fussed with her waist cincher. "What am I going to do about this? How will I ever get it off?"

Carina wandered over and examined the corset. She wrinkled her nose and said, "I think you're gonna have to convince them to take it off. Without the ring, we have no way."

Sarah glared at Chaz. "I hope you're happy. I have to get them to let me out of this because of you." She stomped back into the bedroom and grabbed her miniskirt. She wrapped it around her waist and drew up one of the double, parallel zippers. She tugged at the back hem of the miniskirt.

"You just got back," he whimpered.

"I know that," she hissed. "I need to get out of this. I need to take a piss, and I can't. If I don't get out of it soon, that damn computer will start zapping my ass again." She marched to the bedroom door and slammed it behind her.

He wandered into the bedroom and sat down on the side. Bottles lay scattered about at his feet. He was no drunk and marijuana was the strongest drug he used. Only one time did he use the hard stuff and that was working a story.

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Over and over again he searched his memory. The confidence he felt so strong a few hours ago began to wane. It all seemed so impossible. A heavy sigh escaped his lips. He kicked a bottle away with a clatter. He rubbed his nose and wondered what to do.

Chaz rose up to his feet and shuffled across the room. Opening the bedroom door, he saw that the living room was empty. The mini-bar lay across the room. "I need a drink."

The bar came with glasses wrapped in paper and filled bottles of liquor. He opened a bottle of Chivas Regal. The premium single blend scotch tasted like heaven.

Whispers gained his attention. Scotch in hand, he wandered toward Carina's bedroom door. Moving close, he listened.

"That worked out great," Sarah snickered.

"It felt so good getting him back. When I woke up from my nap, I was all tied up with dildos shoved inside me. It took me hours to get loose. God, I can't believe him." Carina wrinkled her nose and asked, "Where did you get that costume?"

"From the gift shop," she explained. "They have all this weird fetish stuff for sale. This is an authentic reproduction of the staff uniform. Some of the guests like to wear them in the bedroom."

"They actually wear that stuff?"

"Believe it or not they do," she said with a nod. "What I said about the computer controlling them is true. I hung around the casino and got a few of the senior staff to open up to me. If I can get some dirt on Lana's sex theme park, it will go along great with the story."

Carina giggled. "He looked really shaken up. What program did you use?"

"It was a custom program. Guest services helped me set it up. GOD, that was so much fun," Sarah laughed.

Chaz snorted in anger. He cursed under his breath and returned to his bedroom. Now it was his turn to pace back and forth. That bitch set him up. The more he thought about it, the greater his rage became. Then a wonderful idea came to him. He dialed the vid-phone and contacted guest services. "Hello, this is Chaz Alston. I'd like to report a problem with one of your employees...."

'The Castle' did have a wide variety of uniforms. They had to be spotless and complete. However, the fetish uniform was the only one available in the gift shop.

The uniform was a prop in a two part plan. First, she would use it to confuse Chaz and get revenge for his philandering. Second, she would use it to break into the server room. The sapphire ring Carina spoke of was true, but it had not been stolen. She made contact with some underworld figures, and planned to purchase one on the black market.

Gloves covered her hands. They were made of glossy black rubber and merged into a shrug jacket. It was a very sexy outfit, despite being a bit binding. Sarah stretched black latex before her face. This was the part she dreaded most, but the fetish girls all wore them. She paused a moment, taking stock of her situation. She was about to commit a crime, but she had done it before. It was the dirty little secret of every reporter. Anonymous sources sometimes involved breaking and entering.

She released a tense breath and slid the internal nostril tubes into her nasal passages. Her eyes began to water at the unfamiliar intrusion. She worked the slick latex over her face. It molded to her nose, cheeks, and chin as if it was a second layer of skin. Her lips, however, her crushed down to a smooth, unblemished surface. She drew the hood over her head and fed her black ponytail through a ring in the upper top. Drawing it down to her neck, she smoothed out the wrinkles and snorted in a gasp.

The hood had no eyeholes. However, it did have lenses, much like sunglasses, built into it. This allowed her to see. In the mirror, she inspected her reflection. From off the dresser, she retrieved a leather studded dog collar. She wrapped it around her neck and buckled it tight. After fluffing the arc of her black locks, she secured a pair of wrist cuffs in place. She hated to think of what the heavy gauge D-rings were for.

Her attention moved to her miniskirt. The zippers and tight shiny fabric made her look like a whore. It displayed her breasts like a pair of ripe grapefruits. She tugged at the tight miniskirt as she took a few steps. The short length barely covered her hips, and if she took long strides, it rode up her thighs.

Sarah minced across the room. Pain shot up from her toes and made her legs ache. En-point ballet boots were a fiendish, male invention to torture women. Her ankles wobbled, and she regretted getting the unsupported ankle boots.

Outside the room, a steel serving cart awaited her. It was filled with dirty dishes – another prop in her scheme. The cart and the dirty dishes stacked upon it were borrowed from the hallway before another room. She pushed it down the hallway.

A few couples passed her by. They wore extreme fetish garb: ass cheek cutouts, breasts bared, padded cod pieces, and such the like. The women tittered like errant school girls. A few of the women cast lustful glances at Sarah while they were being led to a room.

To get to the hotel servers, she had to pass through a small kitchen. Meals were shipped in on large carts and reheated by the hotel staff. She pushed her cart up to the dishwasher and abandoned it. The other serving girls were also hooded and dressed in fetish garb.

Whatever they are getting paid, it's not enough, she concluded. It was then that she noticed that the other girl's wrists and ankles were cuffed and chained. The girls responsible for reheating the meals were bound with heavy chains near the hot ovens. It made no sense to her. None of the guests were permitted in this area. Why wear the disguise?

It was not up to her to understand the idiosyncrasies of hotel management. She passed through the rear door and into the private complex. The hallways were tall, narrow, and covered in rich, dark paneling. It made her feel a little claustrophobic. However, she continued on her way.

The door lay at the end of the hallway. There was a simple numerical keypad between her and the servers. She removed a code breaker tool from her right boot and readied it to break the lock.

"You there," a woman called out. Sarah froze in place. Karen Hughes, head of security, marched toward her. Karen's boots clicked on the wood floors. "This is pathetic. How did you get through the prep room like this? A guest registered a complaint about you."

Karen spun Sarah around and jerked her wrists behind her back. A second later a padlock bound them. She then attached a leash to Sarah's collar. "We'll just have to speak with your supervisor about this." She led Sarah through a different door and into a locker room. "Look at this girl!" Karen snapped. "We've received a complaint about her. Take care of it."

Sophie scurried up to them. "I'm sorry Mistress Karen. I don't know what could have happened."

"Take care of this girl," Karen ordered. "Transfer her to guest entertainment where she can't do any harm."


Chapter 11

The phone began to ring. He was about to ask Carina to answer it. Then he remembered that she was pretending to be mad at him. He picked up the phone and answered it.

"Good, it's you. Have you got the money," a man snarled.

"What? Who is this?"

"You called me ... about the ring." There was a brief pause. "A couple of days ago your girlfriend called me. She said that you wanted a security access ring."

"What's your name?"

"Marvin," he snorted.

"We bought a ring from you?"

"What the hell is the matter with you?" Marvin grumbled. "No. You didn't buy a ring. You offered to buy a ring. I got it, and I want my money."

"I'll meet you down in the bar," Chaz mumbled and hung up the phone. He threw on a pair of tennis shoes and grabbed his wallet. He had only a few dollars to his name, but he had to hear the story.

A short elevator ride later, he was crossing the lobby. He strolled through it, keeping an eye out for Marvin. On the way, he noticed the female bellhops gathered around the check-in counter. A few guests lounged near the fire. The aroma of bacon, syrup, and eggs wafted out of the restaurant. It made his stomach grumble.

Chaz strolled into the bar. The only man present sat at a table across the room. He was partially bald, and what hair remained was wild and frizzy. His eyes were set a bit too close together and bulged out as if he were choking. His face seemed pinched and cheeks pockmarked with years of bad acne. "Marvin?" Chaz asked.

"Give the man a prize," Marvin said sarcastically. "Where the hell is my money? You promised to pay me twenty thousand for this thing." He tossed the ring onto the table.

Chaz sat down and looked over the ring. The gold ring lay in the middle of the table. The morning light glinted off the sapphire and gold.

"Where's my money?"

Chaz looked up at Marvin. The ugly man's face was twisted into a snarl. There was no hint of humor in his face. He drew out his wallet. From it he took out a business card and wrote a number on the back of it. "This is my expense account number. I'll make sure that the money is ready and waiting for you."

"What? What is that I hear? You don't have my money on you?"

"No one walks around with that sort of cash. Everything is done by bank transfer these days. The account is anonymous and offshore. All you have to do is call in and provide your transfer information."

"Hey, I'm not letting you out of my sight until I have my cash." Marvin crossed his arms and leaned back. "Get it done."

Chaz tapped his wrist computer. A blue holographic image hung in the air. He accessed the interface for his corporate bank accounts. The entire process was encrypted and authentication was based upon DNA and bio analysis. Once inside the account, he said, "I need your transfer account number."

"Yeah okay," Marvin replied. He wrote down the number on the business card. "Here you go. This better be legitimate."

Chaz inputted the account number and transferred the digital cash. "Check out your bank account. You'll find that it is all there."

Marvin accessed his account and grinned; "We're good." He rose up to his feet. "It's a pleasure doing business with you."

After Marvin left, Chaz stared at the ring. It lay on the table before him. He picked it up and held it to the light. Two words 'fatum malum' were inscribed on either side of the stone. Hmm, I wonder what that means? The thought passed away too soon. It was something he should have pondered longer. However, his lips curled up into a smile. It was the key to Sarah's game. After he told Jackie his story about being a woman and a magic ring, Sarah would show up with the real thing. She probably contacted Marvin days ago before he used the VR unit.

Holding the ring up to the window light, he made sure it was authentic. It looked much like a woman's high school class ring. However, the stone contained embedded computer code. It was genuine.

He strolled out of the bar, ring in hand. He stuffed it into his pocket and exited the bar, wandering across the lobby. Tourists joined him in the ride up the elevator. Tension filled the air. The couple was in the middle of a fight. He was glad when his floor arrived. He strolled down the hallway, feeling an incredible weight was off his shoulders. He had the ring, revenge, and the story. Life had turned around for him.

After opening the door with his keycard, he picked the ring from his pocket. He needed to gain access to the VR environment, but had no desire to get trapped again. The ring was the perfect means to insure that. He accessed the VR online site. Once there, he entered an exclusive site.

"Please enter your security pass code or perform a bio scan," an automated attendant requested. Chaz held up the ring, and his computer scanned it. "Pass code accepted." The site opened to a collection of exclusive virtual resorts. The most popular appeared to be 'Hedonist World'. After selecting it, the access parameters were downloaded to his VR headset.

Chaz settled into a crushed red velvet lounge. He placed the VR unit on his head and closed his eyes. It felt as if he were floating on a cloud.


Chapter 12

It seemed as though he was falling asleep. However, he woke up a second later. Fluffy white clouds hung in a clear blue sky. Cool grass padded the earth underneath him. He sat up and looked about. He, and others like him, lay in a peaceful garden. A rainbow assortment of red, blue, white, and gold tulips grew up from the ground at his feet.

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He stood to his feet and looked about. A short ways away he saw a cobble stone path. Men and woman walked on it in a single direction. He stepped over the other sleeping people. One by one they yawned and wakened. He joined the people walking down the street.

The crowds became thick as virtual reality guests departed hotels for a day of fun. It all seemed so normal – not what he expected. Then to his left he saw a stunning woman. She was beautiful, buxom, and naked. Her wrists were bound behind her back by a pair of golden manacles. She stood perched upon a pair of strappy, gold stilettos with 5-inch high heels. A pair of matching gold shackles hobbled her ankles. A gold panel gag covered her mouth and harness held in place her golden mane. A single red feather plum extended up from the middle of the gag harness at the top of her head. A man dressed in a navy blazer and wearing a red ascot held her leash. The leash, however, ran up and between her legs. It was clipped to a vertical clit ring that pierced her clitoral hood.

Chaz slowed and let the crowd flow around him. His gaze traveled up her shapely legs to her bare, round ass cheeks. Her large breasts hung above her tiny wisp of a waist.

Her owner, for what else could he be, talked with a woman. He would have given anything to record that conversation. When he neared, they smiled politely and strolled away. Chaz watched the blonde's bare ass cheeks rise and fall with the swaying of her hips.

Chaz continued on his way, albeit reluctantly. He did not have far to go before coming upon another strange sight. Ten naked girls stood in a row. Black ball-gags filled their mouths. Their hands were cuffed behind their backs with a chain looped between them. A man shouted, "Girls for rent or sale."

He had to find out more. He strolled up to the girls and began to survey them. "I see you're a fine judge of woman flesh." The man twirled his gray handlebar mustache and removed his top hat. He strolled over to a nearby girl. He grabbed between her thighs and yanked them apart. "Look at this pussy. It's ripe for the plucking. She's wet. That means she likes you."

What do you say at such a moment? Chaz had no idea. He was not even sure if they were real or computer simulations. For her part, the girl kept her gaze fixed on the cobblestone path beneath her feet.

"We rent by the hour or the day. If you like a girl, we can sell her to you. This one goes for $50 an hour or $500 for the day. What do you say?"

"Um ... eerr ... no thanks," he said backing away. As he left, he glanced back at her. If she was real, what would possess a woman to expose herself like that? Then he saw several couples making love on the grounds next to the path. Girls were on their backs, knees bent, and feet bouncing in the air. A few were face down – a grimace on their lovely faces. Still others knelt before men – their heads bobbed at the men's hips.

As Chaz strolled down the cobble stone road, he scratched his head. Such public acts never even occurred to him. However, it was all in good fun and fulfilling someone's fantasy.

When he arrived at the lake, there were several boats available. Many included male or female entertainment of a sexual nature. Boats made him sea sick so they were rejected.

The clip clop of hooves drew his attention. A carriage topped a small hill. Chaz's eyes went wide again. A team of six pony-girls pulled the carriage. The sunlight gleamed off the glossy black latex that covered their curvaceous bodies. Their arms were bound behind their backs in a reverse prayer. Severe waist cinchers crushed their abdomens into an hourglass shape, and a web of wide leather straps dug into their latex covered flesh. Tiny silver bells dangled from nipple shields. They tinkled as the girls clip clopped along on stainless steel hooves. When the driver pulled on the reins, it tugged at the girl's breasts turning them according to his will.

The female driver pulled back on the reins. "Whoa," she called out. The woman wore black boots, nylons, a white miniskirt, a red jacket, and a top hat. "Would you care for a carriage ride?"

"Uh sure," he grunted.

She set the handbrake and stepped down from her perch. After setting a set of stairs in place, she opened the small half door. Chaz stepped up into the carriage and sat on the red leather bench style seat. The driver took up her perch again and picked up the reins. She snapped the whip and shouted, "HEYAA." The carriage lurched forward and began to roll. Sitting to the right side of the carriage, he could see glossy, black rubber covered ass cheeks and long tails swish about them.

His state of shock melted into quiet chuckles. It was the silliest thing he had ever seen. There was no reasoning for their behavior he could deduce, except the general weirdness of humanity. We all have unspoken dreams and desires. Few of us dare live them out. He wondered, after living out one's darkest dreams, what lay on the other side? Would they have more and even darker dreams, or might they lapse into a normal, boring life?

They passed another carriage going the opposite direction. His gaze lingered on the latex clad pony-girls. A layer of sweat glistened on their glossy black latex covered breasts, buttocks, and thighs. This particular brand of latex was developed for Olympic athletes. While providing maximum aerodynamic qualities, it was permeable to both air and water, in particular sweat.

They passed by a small cove. Blue waters slapped up on sandy white beaches. Men and women lounged in the sun. Most were nude without a hint of a tan line. Oiled bodies intertwined in a writhing mass of lovemaking. A few enjoyed a volleyball game on the beach. It was guys against the girls. The winners got to fuck the losers. The men energetically worked toward victory while the girls nervously eyed the scoreboard.

One particular brunette caught his eye. A golden bronze tan complemented her curvaceous body. A gold metallic bikini provided a modicum of modesty. She seemed sexier somehow than the other naked women around her.

The girl seemed divorced from the celebration. She stared at the ground and clasped her hands behind her back. Then a mature but beautiful woman wearing a black one-piece suit wandered up to her. Chaz sat up in his seat and craned his neck. The woman reached between the girl's legs. She grabbed a short chain that hung from the gusset of the girl's gold bikini bottom. It emerged from a tiny slit in front and dangled between her thighs. To this clit chain the woman attached a leash. As she led the girl away, he observed a set of golden cuffs binding the girl's wrists behind her back.

Chaz sat back on the seat and stroked his chin. It should not have surprised him, but it did. The girl seemed so sexually potent – round butt cheeks and full breasts. She possessed a radiant beauty that so many hungered for. Why choose to live as a slave when so many desired her? An amusing thought occurred to him. In her normal life, she was probably a frigid librarian who kept her hair confined in a tight bun.

The road kept close to the lake. A black iron railing and rocks bordered the deep blue waters. When a girl burst out of the waters, Chaz jumped and recoiled. She crawled upon a rock and lay on her back. The bottom half of her body was that of a fish with a rainbow color fluke. She was a mermaid or made to appear as one. The water streamed off her golden skin and scales. She closed her eyes and settled back for a nap.

The road departed the lake and wove through a dense forest. Broken sunlight penetrated the thick green canopy. He took a deep breath and released it. When they came to a small clearing, he saw a crowd assembled before a wooden stage. A coffle of girls stood off to the side. A lone girl stood on center stage. An auctioneer rattled on like an audio track on fast forward. From what he could discern, a man bought her as a pony-girl. When she tried to run off, her owner caught her by the arm and threw her over his shoulder. As he carried her off, she mewed and kicked her calves – beating her feet in the air. The crowd roared with laughter.

Next door to the auction was a livery stable and tack shop. Several girls were in the process of pony-girl conversion. One of the girls was covered in latex from the neck down. She clomped around on silver hooves as an attendant tightened her black leather waist cincher. When she saw him observing, she cried and struggled, but a ball gag and leather straps restrained her. The shop master pressed a red button on his riding crop. The girl arched her back, clenched her eyes shut, and screamed. A black tail swished frantically across her rubber ass cheeks. Between her legs, he saw a flash of gold. Gold rings pierced her labia. A T-rod was fed through them and locked to her clit ring. Chaz winced. That must have stung.

Behind the stable, he saw a white and red building. A door burst open and a girl sprinted out. Her sun dress was half torn off, and she ran with her hands cuffed behind her back. A ball gag stifled her frantic screams. Three women were in hot pursuit. They overtook the girl. The girl thrashed about and screamed as they dragged her back into the building. Through the open door, he saw other women and men. All were in various states of undress. The door slammed shut cutting off his view.

They passed by a corral filled with pony-girls. The gate swung opened and attendants led out a girl. She was hitched to a team of twelve that was tethered to a closed stage coach. At the crack of the driver's whip, the girls began to run.

A queasy feeling formed in the pit of his stomach. He reasoned there were some fantasies that should not be fulfilled. They were too violent and disturbing. Then again, who was he to judge? This park let the imagination go wild.

They passed through the woods to a clearing. What appeared to be a small, western town was located at the base of a sheer rock wall. Brightly colored shops lined Main Street and a host of tourists milled about the red brick streets. The carriage passed on the right down the main thoroughfare. It then came to a stop near a small round garden. It was filled with yellow and red pansies. The driver secured the handbrake and opened the door for him. He stepped down on the stairs and onto the sidewalk.

"Thank you for riding with us sir," the driver said and tipped her hat. She helped a trio of college girls into the carriage. They were all giggles and a twitter as the carriage left the curb. A disturbing feeling overshadowed him like a cloud blocking the sun. Although they were strangers, he feared for them. It was ridiculous. The park was perfectly safe.

The carriage rounded the island. Sunlight gleamed off glossy black latex covering the pony-girl's curvaceous bodies. The pony-girls labored to draw the carriage up to speed. The driver's whip cracked, and their silver hooves ran faster. A dark thought flashed through his brain. He wondered what the three girls would look like in latex, leather harnesses, and silver buckles. He shrugged it off as just a dark fantasy never to be realized.

Chaz strolled down the street. By now he barely noticed the various slaves dressed in fetish attire. His imagination was captivated by the white, yellow, and red store facades. The red brick streets, the green iron light posts, the store front windows, and clear blue skies inspired him.

He entered a shop at random. "MMNNN," a girl mewed. Teresa, the clerk, shoved a butt-plug with her palm. The girl rose up to her tiptoes and arched her back. The black log disappeared between her ivory white ass cheeks. Teresa reached between the girl's legs and grabbed a dangling length of material. She drew it back and attached it to the back of a black satin corset. The material automatically began to contract the black satin fabric. The panties molded around her heart-shaped ass cheeks and sunk deep into her crevice. Black, back-seamed nylons tracked up the back of her legs and underneath the black satin bodysuit. She raised up her right ankle but a gold cuff snapped taut. The golden cuff chain fed through an eyebolt in the floor and over to her other ankle. Imprisoned in a bodysuit, she twisted her wrists that were cuffed to a pair of parallel posts at her sides. Teresa wrapped a black satin circle miniskirt around the girl's waist. A contrasting white crinoline held up the miniskirt and added a dash of femininity.

Teresa picked up a white halo from off a mannequin head. She carried it over and placed it upon the girls head, pressing down her honey blonde locks. "MMMNNN," the girl mewed in terror. However, a second later her eyes began to flutter and body shudder.

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Once again Chaz was mystified by what he observed. In the three-way mirror in front of the girl, he drank in the sight of her body. Black satin cups wrapped around her orange size breasts. The creamy swells seemed perfect for her body – not too large or too small. Teresa fluffed the girl's miniskirt and passed a cosmetic wand over the girl's face.

Chaz milled around the shop but kept an eye on the girls. Most of the merchandize was for women. However, there were a few items for men. He sorted through some polo shirts and picked out his size.

The girl stood with her head bowed, as if sleeping standing on her feet. Teresa typed at a computer terminal. "Excuse me." Chaz nearly walked into a young man entering the dressing room.

"Oh, ah ... sorry."

The young man grunted and entered the changing rooms. Chaz lingered in the doorway. Teresa released the girl's arms. She drew them behind the girl's back and wove a thin PVC strap around her forearms, binding them in a double hammerlock. She wrapped a black satin choker around the girl's neck and placed a diamond earring in each lobe. After removing the halo and primping the girl's hair, she led her to the shop window. The girl's ankle cuffs were chained in the middle of a round platform. She placed a sign at the girl's feet stating '$25,000'.

Chaz stroked his chin and twitched his nose. He wondered if people really paid such a price and would the girl be a slave after her vacation was through. The answer to both was probably no, but no one would admit it. That would break the fantasy.

He carried the shirt back into the changing area. On the floor, he saw several piles of men's clothing strewed about. Oddly, they appeared to be shredded. He chose and empty booth and stripped off his shirt. As he tried on the shirt, something else occurred to him. Where was the young man who pushed past him? He listened for sounds and looked for motion. He was alone.

The shirt was tan and a bit too bland for his taste. He left it in the stall and exited the changing room. "MMMNNN," a girl mewed. Another blonde girl was being prepared. Teresa wrapped a black corset around the girl's waist. It squeezed the girl's body into an hourglass shape and thrust out her breasts like a pair of hanging melons. The girl shrieked in terror as Teresa thrust a huge black dildo into the girl. Once it was completely inside the girl's body, she grabbed a butt-plug and nestled it between the girl's ass cheeks. The girl groaned and squeezed her eyes shut as the plug pushed into her ass.

Chaz wandered over to the girl in the display window. She seemed dazed and disoriented. It was as though she had no idea where she was or what was happening.


Chapter 13

Sarah lay face down upon a bed. Leather straps were coiled around her gloved forearms, binding them behind her back. A spreader bar kept her feet stretched wide apart. This insured that she remained prostrate and vulnerable.

Her uniform had been modified. A suffocating latex hood still covered her face. However, a pair of wadded silk panties, belonging to a stranger, now filled her mouth. She could not escape the taste of another woman's musky sex.

Sarah's brunette mane was temporarily changed to a golden blonde, complete with accenting high and low lights. The golden ponytail traveled up, arched, and flipped about behind the back of her head. It added a dramatic contrast to the glossy black hood. Her collar was now stainless steel and lined with rubber. It formed a smooth, unbroken surface. There was no visible way as to how to remove it.

Her bodysuit was replaced by a body stocking. A waspie still compressed her waist and added a dramatic flare to her hips. The string of a T-back thong disappeared between her fleshy ass cheeks. She tried freeing her ankles. Ballet boots forced her toes into a painful en-point position. The worst part was her breasts. A pair of nipple shields now capped both areolas and crossed T-bars held them in place. The D-rings at the tip of each nipple shield were clipped to a small silver chain. The chain was stretched up at the middle, held tight by another chain linked to the headboard.

"Mmmnn," Sarah mewed. She looked around blindly for rescue. When a hand touched the middle of her back, she whimpered in fear. The bed jostled underneath her as someone crawled atop her. Legs moved between her spread thighs, and a body was positioned overtop of her. A single finger wormed between her tight ass cheeks and fished out the thong string.

She waited in darkness and silence. A bulbous tip moved between her ass cheeks. Her heart sped up and every sense came alive. She mewed and shook her head. The rigid shaft pushed against her virgin back hole. As the pressure increased, her anus gave way. The slick monster plunged into her ass. It sank deeper and deeper until hips pressed against her ass cheeks.

Her mind flew into a panic. She tugged at her ankles and strained to free her arms. A body lay atop her. Two pillows pressed against her back, and hands moved underneath her. They caressed her breasts. Long hair, not her own fell onto her shoulders and kisses grazed her slick hood.

It was a WOMAN!

The hips moved back, and the dildo withdrew. A second later the dildo plunged back into Sarah's ass. Hips smacked her bottom. The monster log flexed inside her like a third person. The woman began pumping hard and fast. Each impact forced out a grunting snort from Sarah. Her ponytail whipped about in the air. She tried to scream but her cries came out in kitten like mews. The woman grabbed Sarah's ponytail. She stretched Sarah's head back and rode her. Sarah mewed and wriggled like a wild filly. The dildo pumped deep into her ass. A vibrator pressed against her vagina and joined the fray. Sarah mewed and bucked as powerful tingles gripped her body. She screamed into her panty gag. Her vagina quivered and body trembled. However, the reaming continued unabated.

Somewhere during the night, a monstrous butt-plug filled her ass and dildo her vagina. A pair of ultra tight rubber panties kept them in place. Her legs were bound together with four wide straps, and her arms were fused behind her back in a constricting monosleeve. The tube pressed them into a single appendage, and straps crisscrossed her chest around her breasts. This stretched her shoulders back and thrust out her chest.

She stood on her feet, bound to a wooden post of the canopy bed. The ballet boots focused all her weight on the tips of her toes. Pain sliced up from her toes through her legs. She tried to shift positions, but her body was securely bound to the wooden post. To make matters worse, her bladder was full and demanded relief.

When a hand touched her right shoulder, she jumped and yelped. It glided over her bound body, grazing her rubber ass cheeks, pierced breasts, and pinned thighs. She tried to speak but barely a mew escaped her panty gag.

The collar released and brought precious freedom to her neck. Then the hood gathered up over her chin. "Spit," a girl said with a small voice. Sarah gladly spit out the panties from her mouth.

The diminutive girl scurried over to a laundry hamper. Although 19-years-old, she looked no more than 16. The only items that she wore were a silver slave collar, wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, a pair of pink silk panties, and a diaphanous glittery pink robe. The panties were trimmed with white lace and cleaved very tight to her hips. It took her six months to earn them. Mistress promised her a bra if she was good. There was no way she would give that up for some slave girl.

Sarah pleaded, "This is all a mistake. I don't work here."

"Everyone says that." Sophie flipped open the hamper lid. "I've seen a lot of girls pass through her bed chambers. Mistress Lana always breaks them. She will break you too." She selected a pair of red and a pair of purple silk panties. She padded over and held the panties to Sarah's lips; "Open wide."

"No wait," Sarah gasped. "Tell me your story. I'd like to hear it."

Sophie lowered the panties from Sarah's mouth. "There's not much to tell. I used to live on a farm in Green Glenn, Iowa. I never had many friends. We lived too far from town. One day I met a girl, Claire. She was 20 and moved into a small house not too far away. We got to be best friends. So when my 18th birthday came, I naturally invited her to the party. When I got up, my mom was still icing the cake. I got a call from Claire. She was parked out front and had a gift for me. But she couldn't stay. She had to work. I was still in my pajamas when I went out to meet her. She and her boyfriend grabbed me. They tied me up and stuffed me in the trunk. When it opened again, we were at the slave markets. I was stripped and sold for a thousand dollars. I never saw any of them again."

"I can help you. Just let me go, and I'll make sure you go free." Sarah tried to control her voice, but it had more than a little desperation in it.

"Set me free? You can't even set yourself free. Now you need to be quiet. Mistress doesn't like a noisy slave." Sophie had no illusions about her status or rescue. With every step she took, a clit chain dangled between her inner thighs and brushed against them.

"Please, you have to let me go. I can ... ummnn." Sophie stuffed the red silk panties into Sarah's mouth. "Uumm," Sarah mewed. A purple pair joined the first pair and filled Sarah's mouth to capacity.

"You'll get used to being a slave girl." Sophie drew down the black hood and worked it over Sarah's chin. It pushed up Sarah's teeth, clenching them tight. This packed the panties inside her mouth. "There we go," she purred drawing the latex down Sarah's neck. "Mistress always says, 'A proper slave should be hooded and bound." Sarah whimpered as the collar returned to her neck.

One by one, the straps binding Sarah to the pole were released. However, her arms remained fused behind her by the armbinder. "We need to get you to the preparation room." Sophie tugged at the leash and led Sarah from the room.

Sarah followed her caretaker in blind subservience. With every step taken, she could feel her hair swish behind her head. Her entire mental focus was on the bottoms of her feet. It was the only sensation permitted her. At first she walked in the hardwood floor, then carpet, and then frigid tiles.

Hands pressed on her shoulders, and she sat down. The familiar shape of a toilet seat touched her hips and bottom. After relieving herself, she was taken into a shower. The hot water felt magnificent on her skin, and Sophie washed Sarah's entire body. It came to an end too soon.

"Umnn uwww," Sarah mewed through her panty gag. A second hood stretched over the first. It pressed down her ponytail and held it against the back of her head. Sarah squealed and shook her head as the hood pulled over her face. The hood was a holographic representation of a woman's face. It looked real in every way. However, it never blinked, and its makeup was a bit garish. Sophie then drew a platinum, pageboy wig over Sarah's head, and tugged the hood down Sarah's neck. The collar was then released and relocked around it. Sophie fixed a hairpiece in the platinum wig.

Sophie attached a short chain to the D-ring in front of the collar. It was then lashed to the hitching ring mounted neck high on the wall. Sarah's arms were released, but they were too weak for her to resist.

At Sophie's prompting, Sarah stepped into the legs of a sheer, black body stocking. Soon Sarah's entire body was covered in black nylon. Next Sarah was made to step into a pair of pristine white satin panties. Satin sandwiched layers of rubber, steel fabric, rubber, and more satin lined it. The panties were four sizes too small and required considerable effort to work them up around Sarah's thighs. Sophie stopped and left them stretched around her upper thighs.

Something worked through a crotch slit in the body stocking and pressed between her ass cheeks. When it began to push, Sarah clenched her cheeks and arched her back. Sophie ground the plug in slow circles forcing it through Sarah's anus. She wriggled about, but the chain secured to her neck held her fast. A tiny groan escaped the smooth latex surface that covered her lips. The plug slipped into her ass. She thought her anus would rip in two. When she could take it no more and let out muffled screams, her stretched sphincter slid down to the smaller retaining ring.

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Her ass felt stuffed full like it had never felt before. She braced herself for what she knew was to follow. Something moved between her labia. The bulbous tip was slick with lubricant. The hard shaft plunged into her with one fluid thrust. She groaned as a log size dildo lodged into her pelvis.

Only then were the panties worked up into place. They arched high on the hip, arcing in a 'V' across her butt cheeks. Marie ran her hands between Sarah's legs, pinching and smoothing the firm satin gusset into place.

Something wrapped around Sarah's waist. Sophie laced a gleaming white satin waist cincher. Like the panties, it was made of alternating layers of satin, rubber, steel, and more satin. It wrapped around overtop of the waistband of the panties, insuring that they would remain in place. Now Sarah was thin and had nice curves. She did not need a cincher. However, the laces began to tighten anyway. The garment compressed her waist allowing only shallow gasps of air. When the ends met behind her back, a zipper like sound came from the seams as they fused into one.

"There we go," Sophie declared. She grabbed Sarah's ass with both hands. "Nobody gets in here without paying first."

Next Sophie put a white underwire satin bra on Sarah. She fished out a uniform from a locker. It resembled a black satin maid uniform – short, tight, and sassy. Sophie held out the dress and Sarah stepped into it. After working it up Sarah's body, she zipped it up in back. The semi-flared skirt wafted about her hips. Whenever Sarah moved, it flashed a bit of her panty gusset.

"There we go. Now we can finish up your look." She unhooked the chain from the wall and led Sarah over to a blue, vinyl covered bench. "Sit," she ordered. When Sarah complied, the discomfort of her ass was multiplied. It seemed as if a log were shoved inside her butt.

Karen sat on a small stool before Sarah and placed Sarah's right foot in her lap. She shod Sarah's feet with a pair of ankle boots. The boots had stiletto five-inch heels and an ankle strap that locked them in place. Next came a pair of white satin wrist gloves, followed by ornate metal manacles that were placed around both wrists and biceps. A metal chain was attached to one bicep cuff, stretched behind her back, and locked to the other cuff. This insured that Sarah's elbows would be kept to her sides. Another short chain linked her wrists. There was enough freedom to use her hands but only just so.

She clipped the leash to Sarah's collar and led her out of the bathroom. "You will be kept in the servant's quarters with the rest of the slaves." Marie led Sarah down a hallway. Their high heels clicked on the hardwood floors. "You will work sixteen hours a day. You will then be stripped and bedded down for the night. In the morning, you will be bathed, fed, and dressed. Your day will begin again. Failure to obey a command, can and will result in a demerit. Three demerits well result in a penalty. Do you understand these rules?"

Sarah nodded. They were draconian, but she understood them. She did not plan to be around long enough to care. Everyone makes mistakes, and Lana's people would make one. She was going to escape and break into Lana's servers. It would only take her a few minutes to plant a 'back-door' password. After that, it would be Lana who was in bondage as she went to prison.

The elevator doors opened, and they entered. Sarah's ego deflated. Sophie pressed the button for the third floor casino. The floors began to pass, and they rode down. Sarah wanted to object. When she began to mew and move about, a sharp tug at her leash forced her to comply.

Sophie handed Sarah a serving tray. She then accessed an I-pad and activated Sarah's registration number. "Get to work."

"UMNN," Sarah yelped and danced forward. The butt-plug delivered a sharp shock. It felt like someone snapped her ass with a bamboo stick.

Sarah blindly walked forward, tray in hand. A slap stung her left ass cheek. She turned to her right out of instinct. She continued walking. The stings guided her through the casino to a bar. Girls, clad in similar fashion to her, gathered drink orders. When her tray was filled, a snap to her ass made her scurry away.

High above her, a computer system controlled her every action. She was forced to walk with quick but tiny steps. She had to carry her tray upright and level. When serving the drinks, she had to bend her knees, squat a little, and serve the drinks with proper decorum. If she did all this correctly, she was rewarded with a slight vibration from her dildos.

After about two hours of computer control, Sarah thought she would lose her mind. She wanted to scream, cry, and laugh all at once. Any action, however tiny, would do. The computer allowed no deviation. If she merely walked at too slow a pace, then a sharp sting would result.

It was lunch time and her rest period. She and half the girls were led back into the break room. Unlike most employee lounges, it was filled with vertical tubes. A door would open and a girl would be forced inside it. The new girls like Sarah all reacted the same. They struggled as they were strapped into the booth. A silver tube would be shoved between her ass cheeks and fitted into a slot in the butt-plug. This would remove all solid and liquid waste from her system. Another tube would snake down their right nasal passage and feed into their stomachs. A thick, white paste was pumped into them. Lastly, a halo was placed on their heads. When activated, the girls fell into a trance like state. They closed the door and moved to the next girl.

When it was Sarah's turn, she struggled like the other new girls. The straps pinned her arms to her body. The waste tube jostled the butt plug within her, and the halo rested upon her head. She felt a sharp puncture at the back of her neck. She screamed as a needle punctured her foramen magnum, where the spinal cord enters the skull. Neural tendrils entered her skull. They covered her brain in a fine web, and in turn, connected to a microchip placed at the base of the skull. Flashes of light dazzled her eyes and tones filled her ears. Her eyes closed and she slipped into a trance.

It seemed like only a second later, and she awoke. Her straps and the waste tube were removed. Thoughts not her own, filled her mind. Pick up a serving tray, it said to her. When she hesitated, painful shocks stung her sex. She hurried over and picked up a tray. Return to the bar and pick up order 1128 and deliver it to table 288B at the blackjack arena. Sarah began to walk. Chin up; walk an invisible tightrope; sway your hips as you walk; quicken your pace. Sarah tried to push away the voice, but that only made it grow louder.

You enjoy being used for sex. You love working for Lana Thorn. You want men and women to use you for pleasure. You like bondage. You enjoy having a plug in your ass and a dildo in your pussy, the computer repeated with a monotone voice.

No I don't, Sarah insisted.

Warm heat spread up from her sex. With it came soothing tingles. Low grade arousal spread through her entire body. The dildos activated and vibrated her pelvis and butt cheeks. The better her performance, the more she was rewarded.

Sarah picked up a drink order. It was destined for the penthouse. She rode the elevator up and passed through security unchecked. The drinks were delivered to Lana's private bedroom suite. Sarah stood at the wall, the door closed, and holding the tray like a statue.

Lana strolled into the room with a young man on her arm. "So Riley, what do you think? It's pretty nice."

"It's amazing," he replied. The tow headed young man appeared more dazed than impressed. The palatial wealth overwhelmed his senses.

He surveyed the vast bedroom. It was larger than most people's homes. The room was round and two stories tall. A high, domed ceiling soared up into the air. A four post, canopy bed lay across the room. At the foot lay a wooden chest, and before that lay a Persian rug. To his left he saw several cherry wood dressers and a dressing station complete with a three-way mirror. To his right a sofa set sat before a massive window. The window made up the entire wall and looked out upon Canyon City.

He dropped her arm and wandered over to the glass wall. "This is incredible. You can see the whole city from here."

Lana wandered over to Sarah. Two margaritas sat upon the tray. Next to them was a small vial filled with a clear liquid. "I never get tired of the view." She poured the liquid into one of the glasses and stirred it. She picked them off the tray and carried them over to Riley. She handed the drugged drink to him. "Here we go."

"Thanks," he said taking it from her.

"So you're here on spring break?" she asked knowing the answer.

"I sure am. My buddies, and I took off after the last midterm exam. We considered going to Boca Raton, but this was cheaper."

"I understand." She took a sip. "What do you think of the drink?"

"I normally drink beer," he commented with a shrug. He took a sip and then a gulp. "It's good."

Lana smirked and crossed her legs. "Let me ask you a question. You don't mind wearing panties – do you?"


Chapter 14

After leaving the shop, Chaz grew thirsty for a beer. The parks reality amazed him. His hands were hot in the noonday sun. His throat was parched and stomach empty. A cool breeze wafted over him. How magnificent it felt. He touched a green, cast iron lamp. The hot metal stung his hand. A woman walked past him. The aroma of her perfume lingered in the air.

Chaz strolled past another livery stable of pony-girls. A shrill cry seized his attention and made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. A girl covered in black latex struggled against the bonds that secured her to a lounge.

Straps bound her feet to stirrups, and her legs were spread wide. This focused the eye at the center of the 'V' of her latex covered thighs. A worker readied a piston and mounted a butt-plug upon it. He stepped on a control. The huge plug pushed deep between the girl's rubber covered ass cheeks. A muffled moan arose as the plug disappeared inside her rubber bottom. Its massive girth would require surgery to remove it. Then a dildo as big as his forearm pushed up into her rubber sex. The man drew a strap between her thighs. An armature drew it very tight, creasing it deep into her crevices. It then attached it to the base of a hard, PVC cincher.

Muffled cries came from the girl. A black latex mask gag covered her neck, mouth, and nose. A single strap ran over her head and parted her curly blonde locks. Her blue eyes gazed up at him in terror. He took a step towards her. The workers fused her hands into balls and then sealed tiny horse hooves upon them. Her arms were twisted up her back and a black tube fused them into a reverse prayer. She did not need arms to pull a cart, but she did need her feet. A pair of silver steel horseshoe boots was fused to the balls of her feet. Armatures made several injections to her calves and thighs. The serum built up muscle strength without creating new mass. Her butt cheeks clenched and released as her legs sculpted into sleek pony-girl legs.

Chaz entered the preparation room. There was something about the girl's eyes. He swore he knew her. A worker drew a hood over her face, drew her curly blonde locks out through a hole in the back, and shrank it with a heat gun. Two more hoods joined the first.

A pair of workers stood by her side. They each picked up a nipple shield. Using a pneumatic gun, they fused the shield to each areola. The shield's D-rings were linked together by a short silver chain.

They removed the girl from the lounge. She clip clopped about as they fixed a leather strap, body harness around her. It wrapped around her torso and sunk deep between her rubber ass cheeks. Another smaller harness was strapped down to her head. At the crown of her head, a single red plume feather thrust up in the air. A tail made of long, curly blonde hair swished around her rubber ass cheeks. It was a part of her.

They led her to a second station. She was strapped between a pair of poles facing the wall. A pair of probes lowered. They took up position at her temples. The tips pressed against her temples and began to glow bright red. The girl began to tremble, and her tail swished furiously about. When the probes retracted, the girl appeared more compliant. They led her over to the front of a six member pony-girl team. She was positioned right front. Working together, they hooked the various straps and hitches to her harness, attaching her to the handsome cab tongue.

The driver wandered up to the new pony-girl. Her stovepipe hat was clutched underneath her arm. She grabbed the girl's left cheek with a sharp smack. She dug her fingers into the rubber ass cheek and gave it a jiggle. "She's a fine filly. With a little training, she might make a fine show pony."

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Chaz was shaken by what he witnessed. He kept telling himself that it was all in fun, but each passing moment made it sound like a lie. As he turned to leave, a flash of yellow and white caught his eye. A tattered white sundress adorned with yellow flowers lay upon the barn floor. He walked over and picked it up off the ground and held it up before him. It belonged to one of the three girls in the carriage. On top of a large pile of clothes, he saw a red and green dress. It was them.

The carriage rushed past him. Heels clopped on cobble stone; light flashed on latex covered curves, and leather straps bound the team to the wagon. The wagon rushed past him and headed down the street. The driver snapped her whip; "HEYAA, get going." The girls ran at full speed drawing the wagon down Main Street.

He jogged forward a few paces and stopped. The wagon slowed and stopped at the curb. Two more women boarded the wagon. His mind spun like a tire in the snow. A million thoughts and doubts swirled about in his mind. The driver snapped her whip, and the carriage sped away. He wanted to shout, scream, and cry. In the end, he did nothing but watch them ride away.

"Say mister, are you okay?"

He turned to see one of the stable hands. "No I'm not okay. Those pony-girls, I saw them riding the carriage earlier. You can't do that to people against their will like that."

Hank chuckled with his hands on his sides. "Against their will? Those girls put their names on a waiting list months ago, and they paid a considerable fee. It's all part of the game. We take them for a ride and then surprise them. They struggle like some damsel in distress as we make them pony-girls."

Chaz's brow fell. "They do? Why would they do that?"

"It beats the hell out of me. I would never do it, but everyone's fantasy is different. Some of them come back two or three times. Hell, we have one who practically lives here. Hey, it pays the bills, and they are having fun. What's the harm?"

Chaz mumbled and nodded. It was their fantasy not his. If they wanted to pull a wagon, it was up to them.

Hank handed Chaz a yellow casino chip. He patted Chaz's shoulder "Why don't you have a beer on the house? You look like you could use it."

On a side street, he found the bar Hank described to him. It lay in a secluded corner. The waitresses wore strapless mini-dresses. The skirts were flared. White satin trimmed the hemlines, and a matching sash wrapped around their waists with a large white bow in the back.

He wandered over to the bar and slipped onto a bar stool. A waitress asked, "May I get you something to drink?" He looked up and read the menu of micro-brew beers.

"Give me the Amber Waves of Grain." He hated cutesy beer names. However, he was very thirsty and heavy of spirit after the pony-girl experience. He felt embarrassed, disgusted, and aroused all at the same time. Hank informed him that pony-girls were also available at night. For a fee one could have sex with them in their stall. It was nothing that interested him.

The bar resembled a British pub. A rich wooden bar stretched out before him. Four round tables with chairs lay to his right. Through the square paned windows, he saw the forest and reddish canyon walls.

"Is this seat taken?"

Chaz looked to his left and saw a stunning girl. Her snow white hair was cut short in a boy-cut. She wore a black leather miniskirt and halter top. "No. Help yourself."

She smiled and said, "Hi, my name is Hannah."

"Oh god," Chaz groaned. He pressed up against the wooden wall. Horrible pressure built within his core.

Hannah's head bobbed in his crotch at a furious rate. His glistening cock pumped through her crimson lips. Her petite hand stroked it as fast as it could. Her mouth attacked it and took it deep down her throat.

Chaz fought to hold back his orgasm. Looking down, he saw her black leather miniskirt wrapped tight over her round bottom. She knelt before him, her legs sheathed in black nylons and feet shod with ankle boots.

She took his cock out of her mouth and stroked it. She fed it back and moved her head like a piston. Tiny wet whimpers came from her mouth as she sucked.

He could stand it no more. His body began to spasm and cum shot out of his cock. Loud gulps came from her mouth. He shuddered a bit and more shot out. She sucked the padded tip of his penis, making sure to get every drop.

Hannah rose to her feet – his cock in her hand. She drew up her miniskirt around her waist and moved aside a black satin thong. She then turned around and bent over. She looked back at him and batted her eyelashes.

Chaz's manhood grew stiff again at the sight of her perfect ass cheeks. He slid his hands around her cheeks. Her skin was so silky smooth. Guiding his manhood with his right hand, he fed it through her lips. It slid into her wet sex and enveloped it. He began pumping his hips.

Outside the storeroom, they heard voices and footsteps. Hannah moved away. His slick cock slid out of her and jutted up into the air. She pulled down her miniskirt and wiggled her hips. "We should go up to my room," she whispered. He was not going to argue the point. He wanted to use her body in every way possible. She led him by the hand from the storeroom and through the bar.

Hannah scooted off the bed and padded into the bathroom. She lifted up her white nylon chemise and whisked down her panties. She sat down and doubled over. Releasing her bladder, she let the urine flow out of her.

The lights began to dim. She looked around the ceiling for some explanation but saw none. After cleaning up, she worked up her panties with a snap of the waistband. The tile floor was cold so it sped up her steps.

She grabbed and twisted the knob. It was locked. She tried rotating the release mechanism. It still would not release. "Come on," she muttered. Purple clouds rolled around her ankles. She turned around and looked back into the bathroom. A purple glow came from the mirror. She walked toward it and reached out. The glass was warm and made her fingertips tingle.

When Lana appeared in the glass, Hannah yelped and jumped back. Lana wore a black latex catsuit, waist cincher, thigh high boots, and gloves. Her hair was fixed behind her head and draped forward over her shoulders. Her beautiful face wore a smirk.

It's time to go out sweetie.

Hannah turned to run. A whip streaked out from the glass. It coiled around Hannah's waist with a snap. "HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP MEEEE!" Lana dragged the girl back to the edge of the glass. Hannah grabbed the frame with her hands. Her bottom sunk through the surface of the glass. A sudden jerk of the whip broke her grip and flung her through the glass.

Seconds passed. Hannah burst out from the mirror. Glossy black latex covered her from her neck to her toes. A cruel PVC waist cincher crushed her abdomen into a severe hourglass form. Trapped within her was an ass filling butt-plug and enormous dildo. A crotch strap divided her ass. It formed her cheeks into a pair of round rubber balls. A long white tail swished around over the rubber balls.

She ran for the door and yanked at the knob. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!" she screamed and pounded on the door. The whip streaked out again and slapped around her waist. It dragged her kicking and screaming back into the glass.

More time pass and all grew silent. Hannah emerged from the glass again. Three layers of latex and rubber hoods covered her head. Her arms were fused behind her back in a monosleeve. Three sets of cuffs and hobble chains bound her legs. She clopped around on a pair of silver pony-girl boots. "Mmmnnn uwww," came from her smooth, sealed lips.

A jerk of a leash spun Hannah around. "What's the matter? Don't you want to be a pony-girl?" Lana reached out from the glass. She grabbed Hannah's rubber camel toe vagina. Lana snarled, "We need to finish your preparations." She dragged Hannah back into the glass.

Back in the bedroom, Chaz scrambled off the bed. He searched the darkness, fists ready for action. Only the sound of air conditioning disturbed the silence. "Hannah?" he called out. "Where are you?"

A seam of light beamed out from underneath the bathroom door. He knocked and then opened it. "Hannah, are you in here?" He squinted at the bright light reflecting off the white tile walls. It was empty. He turned to leave when he stepped on something silky. He scooped up the tattered remains of Hannah's chemise and panties. The garments clutched in his fist, he searched the hotel room. She was gone but her clothes remained. His clothes, however, were gone.

A sharp crack stung his bottom. He cried out and jumped. Spinning around, he poised his fists for action. Another crack stung his ass. He danced forward and shielded his bottom with his hands. He spun around and searched for his attacker. Snap after snap stung his ass cheeks. More snaps stung his chest.

"Oh shit," he groaned. He crumpled to the floor. Breasts began to engorge, as did his ass cheeks. His waist contracted and penis whipped about as it recoiled into his body. "No!" he cried out with a feminine voice.

He lay upon the floor gasping for air. It's time to get dressed. I have a big evening planned for you.

"Who are you?" Chaz struggled to her feet. "Come out and face me!" An invisible hand shoved her face forward onto the bed. She attempted to shield her fleshy ass cheeks with her hands.

I think we need to establish who's in charge.

A powerful force pinned her to the bed. "Get off!" she shrieked. A huge but invisible dildo rammed into her ass. Hips pumped and slapped her butt cheeks. Hands pressed down on her back. Chaz tried to push up with both arms, but she was pinned. Her body rocked back and forth. She gritted her teeth and groaned. "Oh god!" she moaned. A drawer flung open and a pair of antique white silk panties shot to her face. The silken fabric snaked through her crimson lips and filled her mouth. A nylon wrapped around her mouth forming a cleave gag. She grabbed at the gag, but her attacker grabbed her wrists. She resisted, but her arms were wrestled behind her back. Nylon rope shot over and wrapped around her wrists.

More drawers flew open. Clothes flew through the air. She mewed in terror as panties, garter belt, bra, nylons, slips, and clothing swallowed her.


Chapter 15

"Mnph mnph mnph," Riley snorted. Lana's hips pounded his ass, driving her dildo deep. Riley's head bounced jostling his mop of blonde hair about. She was bound on all fours. The light gleamed off his white sleeveless top as a pair of breast swung within it. The fleshy globes tugged at the straps of a baby blue nylon bra. The smooth cups struggled to maintain their grip on the heaving breasts.

Riley's tennis skirt was flipped up exposing his ass cheeks. Lana drove a black dildo into his ass like a piston. A pair of baby blue panties was stretched taut around his thighs.

"That's it you little bitch, take my cock," Lana hissed. A black latex catsuit highlighted the glossy curves of her body. A rigid corset squeezed her stomach and sturdy harness straps arched over her hips. The straps were buried deep between her rubber ass cheeks.

Lana pumped her hips as hard as she could. Each new thrust forced a breathy grunt from Riley. She reached around his thick thigh and grabbed his vagina. "You're going to have this for the rest of your life," she taunted. Riley mewed and shook his head 'no'.

The bedroom door opened. Karen entered with Sarah in tow. Sarah's arms were bound behind her back and mouth gagged upon entering. Karen led Sarah to the center of the room. She kicked the back of Sarah's knees, forcing the girl to the floor. A piston drove a stainless steel shaft up from the floor. When it was about six inches in height, it stopped. When Sarah was on her knees and face, Karen secured a small chain at the top of the rod to Sarah's collar.

"This servant girl was not listed in our database," Karen stated. She used the word 'servant' but 'slave' was clear from her tone. It was something that made Sarah's cheeks burn with anger.

"What does she want?" Lana gasped. "I'm busy."

"She claims that we abducted her and that she's going to the authorities," Karen stated.

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Lana stopped pumping her hips. She moved back withdrawing the dildo from Riley's ass. She picked up a butt plug and rammed it between Riley's empty hole. She then plunged a fat dildo into Riley's vagina. With this done, she worked up Riley's sky blue nylon panties. They cleaved to Riley's round ass cheeks and molded to her vaginal mound.

After activating the dildos, Lana crawled off the bed. She strolled over to Sarah. Her spiked boots clicked on the marble floors. She crossed her arms and ordered, "Remove her gag."

Karen did as order. Lana squatted down before Sarah. She lifted up Sarah's chin with her index finger. "So we kidnapped you?"

"Yes. Well no. I mean, it was all a mistake. I was just wearing a costume I purchased from the gift shop. Karen mistook me for one of your servants. You must remember me. We had dinner a few days ago." Sarah did not reveal her plans to break into the server.

"I see." Lana stroked her chin. She strolled over to her desk and picked up a legal contract. She carried it back and squatted down before Sarah. She held it up so that Sarah could read it. "I signed an advertizing contract with your executive producer Jackie. When I asked for your contract, she gave you to me as a gift. I think she's a bit desperate for my business."

"Your contract had a transfer clause. You could certainly cancel your contract. However, you will have to pay me a penalty fee. If you fail to meet the terms of service or cancel early, then a fee of one million dollars is due and payable." She turned the contract to the appropriate page. "If you fail to pay this fee, I'll get a court ruling against you. Then you will be sold at auction as a slave."

Lana caressed Sarah's face and then gripped her neck. "So tell me," she snarled. "Do you have my money?"

"No. I don't have that kind of money," Sarah protested. "She can't do this to me."

Lana sneered and shook her head. She held Sarah's chin in her right hand. "Well sweetie, I guess you won't be terminating your contract." She grasped the strap to the ball gag and drew it across Sarah's face.

"No wait ... umph," Sarah objected. Lana forced the ball through Sarah's teeth. She buckled it and strapped it down. "Mmmnnn ," Sarah mewed and shook her head.

Lana stood to her feet. "I want her designated as a rubber girl." Lana thought a second and then added, "Make the reassignment permanent."

"Yes Mistress," Karen replied.

As Karen led Sarah from the room, Karen whispered to Sarah, "You really screwed up now." Sarah whimpered and began to struggle. When she looked back at the bed, Lana had mounted Riley again and was pumping into her ass."

Sarah danced about, perched atop a pair of ballet boots. Pain shot up her legs, and harsh light gleamed on glossy latex covered curves. It highlighted sleek legs, wide hips, full breasts, arms, and head. It was as if she had been dipped in it. This was not far from the truth. Layer upon layer of latex covered her. It even molded around her puckering anus and to her vaginal features.

Her wrists restraints were unhooked. Her arms were outstretched and secured to posts. Attendants wrapped a cincher around her waist. A cloth was wrapped around over top of it and cords attached it to a pair of cables. When a motor engaged, the wrap began to constrict. It compressed her waist, squeezing the hard plastic corset closure together. It cinched tighter and tighter, squeezing her waist in two. She heard a series of tiny clicks as the ends met. The rigid corset was fused, irremovable.

As her hands were balled into tiny fists and bound in thumbless mittens, a horrible realization came to her. It was one she refused to acknowledge up to this moment. She was dressed in the same attire as Adele. She mewed in a state of panic as her wrists were cuffed behind her back. A cable drew them up the center of her back until they attached to a small rod secured to the back of her collar. A black, clamshell tube was snapped around her forearms, fusing them into a single appendage behind her back. Trapped in a painful reverse prayer, she danced about as her shoulders burned.

Pain shot up her calves as she took mincing steps. Three sets of hobble chains and cuffs prevented anything else. She was led through a maze that left her completely confused and disoriented.

They led her into a small medical room. A medical exam lounge sat in the center. At her attendants prompting, Sarah sat down upon her rubber covered ass cheeks. They resembled a pair of rubber balls, glossy black, and round. A butt plug sat in the center of the lounge, her body weight forced the plug deep into her ass and the stuffed sensation returned.

Her hobble chains were released and her legs lifted into the air. She sat back upon the exam chair. A stifled moan escaped her rubber sealed lips. Trapped as her arms were in a reverse prayer, her entire weight was focused on her shoulders. Her legs were spread wide apart and her ballet boots secured in metal stirrups. Straps encircled her legs. They cinched down tight and dug into her rubber covered thighs. More straps encircled her chest. When tightened, her body was immobilized.

Three layers of latex and rubber hoods left her blind and deaf. Deprived of these vital senses, her mind focused on other impressions. Her thoughts centered on the chair beneath her and the bonds binding her. However, it was the horrible vulnerability of her spread thighs that consumed her thoughts.

The latex that covered her was special. It molded to her body like a new layer of skin. This included her vaginal lips and clitoris.

She felt movement between her legs. Something grasped her labium. A sudden snap gripped her sex. She screamed out in agony. A gold ring fitted and sealed through her rubber covered sex. She snorted in shallow gasps and shook her head. Another snap came with more pain. A second ring pierced her labium. Six rings pierced her labia, three on the left and three on the right. Then the tool turned horizontal and gripped her clitoral hood.

"Mmmww," she pleaded and then strained against her bonds in agony. A gold ring pierced her hood. A fat dildo inserted inside her. Then a gold T-bar was fed through the bottom ring near her anus, through the other rings, and then poised at her clitoris. A small length of gold chain was permanently affixed to the clitoral chain and the T-bar also secured with a small, heart-shape padlock.

She snorted in shallow breaths. The hands moved up to her breasts. She shook her head and whimpered. Pain cut through her from her left areola. Cross bars held a gold nipple shield in place. A three tiered gold chain was stretched across and another shield pierced her right nipple.

A hand gripped her chin. She mewed and tried to shake it loose. Tubes slid up her nasal passages. Horrible pain made her writhe as three rivets pierced her septum. A gold nose ring was fitted through a hole at the base. It hung down from her septum and rested over the smooth surface were her lips should have been.

Sarah felt a tug at her aching clitoris. A leash pulled at her clit chain. With her body freed from the straps, she struggled to her feet. With no idea where she was going, she followed the draw of the leash on her clit.

Sarah blindly followed the attendant. With every step, pain shot up her calves. Her butt cheeks undulated. This focused her mind on the butt-plug that stuffed her ass and the dildo that filled her vagina.

She stood still, unsure of her surroundings. Hands touched her thighs and moved to her butt cheeks. The plug jostled within her bottom as something plugged into it. Warm water began to flow inside her bowels, and urine drained from her full bladder. The plug began to vibrate, insuring all the solid waste was removed and she was cleansed. Sarah clenched her ass cheeks and mewed. The process always gave her cramps.

She felt activity at her ankles. A slight tug pulled at her ankle cuffs. By now she knew what a tethering chain felt like. She lifted up her right foot and felt the Y-chain tug at her left ankle.

The girl lowered a cable from the ceiling. She inserted a nose ring through Sarah's septum and clicked it shut. When the cable retracted, Sarah's nose was drawn up, raising her chin. She inserted a tube in Sarah's right nostril and fed it down into Sarah's stomach. Once in place, milky fluid filled the clear plastic tube and flowed into Sarah's stomach.

Sarah stood to one side of a small, square room. It was no bigger than most people's closets. The walls and the floor were brilliant white and padded. A single prison cot lay in one corner. The attendant picked up a can of spray buffing polish. She liberally coated Sarah's latex covered body. She buffed the black latex to a high-gloss sheen.

Sarah's feeding and cleansing tubes were removed. The chain was unhooked from the nose ring. She lightly touched Sarah's hips and moved her back. Sarah's ankles dragged the chain across the floor. At the girl's prompting, Sarah sat down on the edge of the cot. She wrapped wide straps around Sarah's ankles, just above her knees, and thighs. When cinched tight, they dug into her fleshy thighs.

Sarah was helped onto the cot. The girl positioned Sarah on her knees with her forehead resting on the bare mattress of the cot. A chain was clipped to her nose ring, stretched down, and then secured to her ankles. When this was done, the girl tugged on the butt-plug and pulled it from Sarah's ass. She opened a tube of KY lubricant and placed a glob on her index finger. Her finger wormed it between Sarah's tight ass cheeks and through her rubber sphincter. She smeared the lubricant all over the rubber starfish of Sarah's anus. Her finger probed into Sarah and lubed the rubber that extended a short way into her colon.

Sarah opened the door and beckoned. A bald man entered. He was a bronzed, naked hulk. His mule size cock waggled out before him as he walked. He climbed onto the cot behind Sarah and grasped her hips. A tiny groan escaped her sealed lips as the cock disappeared between her rubber ass cheeks. He began to pump his hips. The bed squeaked and meaty slaps broke the silence. High above Sarah's head, web-cameras stream video to the internet.


Chapter 16

"Mmmnnn," Chaz groaned. His eyes fluttered open, but the world was still blurred. Locks of golden blonde hair lay piled up around his head. Aches and pains radiated from all around his body. They fought for attention within his beleaguered mind. The pain in his shoulders came first. He sensed his forearms were underneath his back. He pulled on his right arm and tugged on his left. Rope bit into his forearms and pinned them together.

He pressed his chin to his chest and his vision cleared. Fleshy breasts filled gleaming gold satin bra cups. They were trimmed with lace and wantonly feminine.

Looking past these mountainous gold peaks, he saw black nylon sheathed knees. They were bent and pointed straight up at the ceiling. Lifting his shoulders, he saw a gleaming gold satin garter belt, also trimmed with lace. Its garter straps stretched down and pulled on black nylon tops. However, it was the gold silk panties that disturbed him most. The gold silk wrapped around his pelvis and narrowed between fleshy, tight pressed thighs. His mind reached out to his sex. It sensed only sensitive lips lining a vertical slit.

"Umnn," he lamented. When he shook his head 'no', wavy locks jostled about. He took a deep breath and felt the flex of his bra. He wiggled his bottom and felt it smothered in silk.

He kicked his feet out in frustration. A rope snapped taut and pulled on his bound arms. Mewing a soulful whimper, he flexed his hand and felt the ring's presence once again.

The bedroom door opened. He was stunned to see Carina. She struck a pose in the doorway. Long silk red hair flowed over her milky white shoulders and down her back. Her Cupid's bow lips were glossy red, eyelids decorated with blue shadow, and cheeks with a deep blush – a woman on the prowl. Her left hand rested on her hip, and her right forearm leaned against the doorframe. A black satin bra cradled her bulging white cleavage. A matching black satin garter belt and panties adorned her hips, while black nylons sheathed her sleek legs.

"Glad to see that you're awake. I thought you would never wake up. Mistress Lana assigned me to finalize your preparation." She strutted across the room with a roll of her hips. Her high heels clicked on the hardwood floor. Despite the underwire bra, her breast jiggled and swayed about. She was a woman on a catwalk and Chaz her only spectator.

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Carina sat on the bed and crossed her legs. Her left hand glided down Chaz's flat stomach, over his pelvis, and around his left thigh. Her hand caressed his smooth butt cheek and wormed between his thighs. Through gold silk fabric, she rubbed Chaz's vagina.

"Umnn," Chaz mewed and shook his head 'no'. This only made Carina rub harder, her fingers creasing the panties deep into Chaz's slit. When she found his clitoris, she rubbed it in quick circles. Chaz shook his head and mewed. Carina's hand withdrew and glided up Chaz's left thigh.

"It's okay sweetie. We have nothing but time." Carina grabbed a remote control from off the bed and activated a wall style TV to Chaz's left. "I thought you would like to see your revenge." The TV system covered the entire wall. "Sarah has been undergoing our special treatment back in the real world. Let's watch."

"Umph umph umph umph," Sarah grunts escaped the layers of latex crushing her lips smooth. Her rubber covered body glistened like an oil slick on a sunny day. A woman mounted her from behind. Her hips flexed in quick pelvic thrusts. The black dildo pumped deep into Sarah's rubber ass cheeks. The camera moved around and zoomed in between Sarah's thighs. A gold rod fed through gold rings. A tiny gold padlock dangled down from her clitoris. They sealed shut Sarah's rubber covered labia. A dildo, buried deep inside her, vibrated with violent hums.

"They're turning her into a rubber slave," Carina commented matter of fact. The camera panned around to Sarah's head. Glossy black rubber smothered her face and head. Not even her nostrils were spared. Internal tubes allowed air but no contact with the outside world.

"The computer system is modifying her mind – altering it. There's no escape. The system focuses her mind on two things: bondage and sex. In the end, she will get wet just thinking about it."

Carina activated the other walls. Each showed Sarah being fucked, but each was from a different angle. To his left Chaz saw Sarah's rubber breast wobble about – the nipple chains dangled down and swayed. To his right Chaz saw her round, heart-shaped, rubber ass cheeks – the dildo pumped into the crevice between like a piston. Behind him he saw a close-up of her black rubber and gold ring sealed vagina – vibrating hums came from it. Straight ahead, he saw her rubber covered face – the light flashed off her glossy black features as she mewed in constant orgasms.

Carina picked up a clit vibrator from the bed. She slipped it underneath the leg-band of Chaz's gold silk panties. She then slid the vibrator down and moved it between Chaz's thighs. When it was snugged into place over his clit, she coiled a rope around his waist. She yanked it tight and fed the ends between his thighs. She then rolled him onto his stomach, crushing his breasts against the bed. Carina picked up a large, stainless steel plug from the bed. This too was slipped through a leg hole and positioned between his ass cheeks. The gold silk fabric stretched around the base. Using her palm, she shoved it into him with a single push. A breathy grunt snorted out of him followed by a moan. She drew the ropes up between his ass cheeks and back to his arms. It was then tied to the looped rope that led back to his ankles. She took out the slack, drawing his feet down to his butt cheeks.

Carina pressed the remote and the vibrators leapt to life in a wild frenzy. Chaz clenched his ass cheeks flashing gold silk. "Umnn," he mewed and began to struggle.

Carina lay on the bed next to him. She patted his bottom. "I know what you're thinking. This is only a bad dream. If only I could remove the VR headset, it would all be over." She leaned close and whispered in Chaz's ear. "The system is really amazing. It connects to your mind and accesses your body. The body stabilization unit controls every aspect of your biological responses. It can actually use your body's digestive track and immune system to produce drugs and modify your DNA. Right now your body is swapping out a Y-chromosome and turning it into an X. All it takes is duplicating the missing segment from your other X-chromosome and patching it onto the Y. I know I make it sound simple, but it's really complicated. I don't really understand all of it."

She rolled him onto his back again. He cried out as this created a painful arch in his back. She crawled over him and knelt straddling his body. She faced his feet and grabbed his knees. When his legs bent at the hip, the rope stretched taut and sank deep between his ass cheeks. His feet came to rest upon the bed making it impossible for him to lower his knees back down again.

Carina looked around her right side and then down at him. She moved her bottom into place, stretching her black silk panties over her wide ass. She sat down. His nose sank deep between her black silk covered ass cheeks. A muffled cry came from her ass. She wiggled her bottom pushing it as deep as she could. She began to pump her hips, sliding her silken covered sex over his face. "That's it baby. Take a good, long whiff of my pussy."

She pulled down his bra cups, exposing his breasts. She grasped them with both hands. Her thumbs brushed his pebble hard nipples. A lingering moan came from her ass.

Carina picked up the remote once again. Her thumb slid the control up to maximum. Chaz began to twist her hips and writhe. "No you don't," Carina said grabbing Chaz's knees. "You're staying right here."

Carina moved her satin panty gusset aside. She thrust her hips. Her slick sex slipped over his face. Sloshes came from between her legs as she performed rapid pelvic thrusts. Her legs pressed the sides of Chaz's head, keeping it in place.

"That's it you little bitch, give it to me!" Carina thrust her hips as hard and fast as she could. Beneath her, she could feel Chaz's body at the breaking point. A loud moan came from beneath her ass. Chaz's body rocked with a powerful quake.

Carina sat up on her knees. She reached between her legs and picked the silken gusset back into place. If Chaz thought it was over, he was wrong. She sat back down and pressed his nose between her silken ass cheeks. Picking up an issue of 'Better Homes and Gardens', she began to thumb through it. As she idly flipped a page and read an article titled 'Rose Care', she commented, "That's it sweetie. You breathe it all in."

"Uuummmm," Chaz mewed. A pair of Carina's black silk panties filled Chaz's mouth, and a panel gag kept them there. She twisted her wrists, searching for a means of escape. The leather cuffs and padlock frustrated her efforts.

She rolled onto her back once again and sat upright. A pair of fleshy melons filled out the smooth cups of a black satin bra. Conical plates lay snug between the satin fabric and her nipples. They vibrated sending electric shivers from her nipples. She snorted and waggled her chest hoping somehow to dislodge them. The fleshy globes jiggled back and forth but stayed inside the bra cups.

"UMNN," she yelped. Snorting and struggling, Chaz rubbed her black nylon sheathed thighs together. Garter straps flexed and tugged at her nylons. Black silk panties stretched around a clit vibrator. Her breathing quickened as her sex grew hot and wet again.

"Mmmnnn," she groaned. She scooted to the edge of the bed and stood to her feet. She leaned forward, stretching the chain that linked her cuffs to the headboard. The bed rocked but did not move.

She sat down again and drew in heavy breaths. She could feel it coming. Another orgasm was about to seize her. She crossed her legs and rubbed her thighs. Black nylon sheathed thighs rubbed against one another. She ground her silk covered bottom against the bed. The sensations of her body grew stronger with each orgasm. They were impossible to resist.

She threw back her head and moaned. She drew in a breathy gasp and held it. A shuddering orgasm gripped her body. Her vagina quivered and nipples ached. "UMMMNNNN," she groaned with a muffled cry.

The vibrators switched off leaving the fading ache between her thighs. Her breathing grew still and body relaxed. How many orgasms had it been over the past 24 hours? She lost count.

The door opened and Carina entered. Chaz cringed and shook her head. "Have you been a good girl?" Carina taunted. She dumped a bag on the bed. A huge butt-plug, lubricant, and fluid filled vials spilled out.

Carina opened an enema bottle and added the brackish fluid. "We need to begin the next phase of your treatment," she said watching the fluid fill the bottle. After replacing the cap, Carina said, "Be a good girl and roll over."

Chaz shook her head and scrambled across the bed. Carina grabbed Chaz's ankles. Chaz kicked her legs and writhed as Carina mounted Chaz's thighs. She sat on them and pinned Chaz's hips to the bed.

"First we need the plug." Carina grabbed Chaz's black silk panty leg hole and pulled it aside. Chaz clenched her ass cheeks forming a tight cleft between them. Carina nestled the bulbous tip of the plug in the crevice and pushed with her palm. Chaz groaned and threw back her head. The plug sunk deep into her ass. Once it slipped into place, she felt it jostle inside her as Carina inserted the enema tip. Carina squeezed the plastic bottle. Chaz felt the fluid enter her bottom. Carina removed the bottle tip and moved the panties back in place. The black silk cleaved to Chaz's heart-shaped ass cheeks and dimpled into the crease between them.

"If we administer a drug to you in VR, the unit will use your body to create the same drug in your real body. Isn't that interesting?"

Chaz shook her head 'no' and mewed in protest.

"I think you've had too much freedom missy." Carina picked up a huge black dildo from the bed. Moving aside the panty gusset, she shoved it in with one thrust. Chaz moaned as the shaft sank deep into her body. Carina wrapped a rope around Chaz's waist and formed a crotch rope. When snapped tight, the rope creased the black silk panties deep between her ass cheeks. She looped the rope around Chaz's wrists. She then wrapped an inch wide leather strap around Chaz's thighs and cinched it down tight. Two more joined it at the knees and ankles. She then doubled over Chaz's legs and tethered the crotch rope to her ankles. Hogtied, Chaz lay in the center of the bed.

Carina patted Chaz's bottom. "There we go. Your orgasm should double in strength and duration. When I'm done with you, you'll feel like you're going insane when you come ... and come ... and come."

Chaz felt a tug at the middle finger of her right hand. "I don't think you need this anymore. It is a VR programming cue. When used, it activates a series of subroutines. They are preprogrammed to reshape the wearer into a female. If the wearer is already a female, it turns her ... well, it turns her into a fuck toy." Carina chanted and removed the ring. Chaz half-way expected to turn back into a man. When her female body remained, she lay her face down on the bed and whimpered.

Carina scooted off the bed. "I have other guests to attend to. You will just have to do without me for a while." Chaz watched Carina's butt cheeks wrapped in black satin panties undulate away. She hungered for Carina's body like a starving woman for food. She wanted to lick her all over.

Chaz spent the night in sexual agony. Somewhere during the process she fell asleep, but even her dreams tormented her. In them, Carina fucked her over and over again.

The morning light awakened Chaz from her slumber. Another orgasm gripped her as her eyes fluttered open. She shivered and groaned.

The bedroom door opened and Carina entered. She led a diminutive girl in by the leash. The towheaded girl cringed and struggled. All she wore was a pair of white panties and a camisole. Her hands were bound behind her back. "I brought a playmate for you. Her name is Angie ... well, at least now it is."

Still hogtied, Chaz lay on her side. Fear, arousal, and fatigue mixed within her. She longed to sleep, but at the same moment, she could not tear her eyes off the scene before her.

Angie's head lay down near Chaz's hips. This provided Chaz with a prime view of Angie's pelvis. White nylon panties gleamed in the early morning light. They wrapped around her hips, stretched flat across her stomach, and merged between her legs. The narrow gusset stretched over her womanly mound.

She heard squeals and saw Angie's hips buck. A huge black butt-plug pushed deep into her ass. Next she retrieved a dildo. Poised between her moist lips, it plunged into her pelvis with a single thrust. Angie grunted and wiggled a little. Carina moved Angie's panty gusset back into place and rubbed it.

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Carina secured a rope to the top of Chaz's gag harness. After feeding it between Angie's thighs, Carina drew the rope tight. Chaz's head was drawn down. Her nose creased the white nylon gusset, creating a smooth camel toe. Chaz drew in a breath. The air flowed over Angie's musky sex and intoxicated her. Between her legs, Chaz felt similar activity taking place. Angie's face was drawn down tight between Chaz's thighs, nose pressed against her black silken covered sex.

Chaz felt the dildo roar to life within her. Quivering tingles surged through her. Angie's sex began to quiver beneath her face. With each passing second, her sexual aroma grew stronger, pungent. She drew it in, drinking it deep within her.

The two girl's bodies were bound together tight. Rope wrapped around each of their torso's crushing them together. Their breast mashed against each other. The nipple vibrators reached a frenzied pitch.

"There we go girls. I'll be back tonight to check on you." Carina left the room and locked the door.

Somewhere during the night, the girls were released from their hogtied position but not the bondage. Chaz was forced to lay face down with her legs spread wide, ankles bound to opposite sides of the bed frame. Angie was bound with her face buried between Chaz's ass cheeks, creasing in her panties.

Chaz managed to sleep, but Angie labored for each new breath. In the morning when Chaz awoke, she felt Angie's face wiggling between her ass cheeks. She desperately wanted to escape, but her arms were outstretched – wrists were bound to the headboard.

When Carina arrived, Chaz let out a groan. Had it been days or weeks? She lost track of time.

"You girls need a bath." Carina untied them and stripped them. The girls were too weak to resist. They bathed one another. When they were dry, they found lingerie waiting for them on the bathroom countertop.

The door opened and Carina entered. A glistening black PVC catsuit covered her curvy body. "Get dressed!" Carina grabbed a tube of KY jelly from off the counter. She poured a glob into her gloved hand. While lubricating the strap-on jutting from her hips, her gaze was fixed on Angie. The blonde pixie stood with her back to Angie and stepped into a pair of panties. They were made of forest green silk that was trimmed with ivory lace. She drew them up and over her curvy ass cheeks. Carina licked her lips as the girl put on a matching bra and garter belt. She sat on the toilet lid and sheathed her legs in black nylons. When she noticed Carina staring at her, she returned her gaze to the floor and crossed her arms over her breasts.

"Hurry up!" Carina snarled. Chaz stabbed her arms into the straps of a gleaming gold satin bra that matched her panties and garter belt. Without thinking, she deftly hooked the clasp behind her back. Carina grabbed a fistful of Chaz's blonde locks. She dragged the girl into the bedroom and threw her face down on the bed. She grabbed Chaz's bottom through the gold silk panties. "I'll be fucking this later." She wrenched Chaz's wrists behind her back and slapped a pair of handcuffs on them. She then did the same with Chaz's ankles.

From her position on the bed, she watched Carina march back into the bathroom. The door slammed shut without anyone pulling on it. A panicked squeal penetrated the door. A minute later rhythmic thumps followed.

Chaz rolled over and sat on the end of the bed. If she was going to escape, now was the time. She stood to her feet and looked about the room. There is one thing that is shared by all sex toy manufactures. They hate lawsuits. The cuffs Chaz wore were not police issue. They came with a quick release button. This same feature was inadvertently copied into the virtual environment. She bit her lower lips and twisted her right wrist around. It took a bit of concentration, but she found the release button. The cuff fell open freeing her hands.

Chaz was free seconds later. Her first thought, as anyone would, was to remove the head piece. The VR session would end, and she could deal with Carina in the real world. Try as she might, she could neither feel it nor end the session. It continued with seamless perfection.

Carina could return at any moment. Chaz had to act. There was only one other option, run. Every VR world, by law, maintained a control center. It was in this center that employees could monitor the game and assure the safety of the guests. These centers, however, were always in different locations. She had no way of knowing where the one for this world was located. It would take her time to find it and escape the game.

She considered running out the door, but a woman clad only in lingerie would draw too much attention. She tiptoed over to the dresser and opened the bottom drawer. In it, she found a pair of blue jeans and a black sweater. Still wearing nylons and gold silk lingerie she worked the stretch jeans up over her round bottom. When she put on the sweater, the pair of melons that tented it seemed like a sexual beacon. She snuck over to the closet and found a pair of calve high boots.

She slipped out of the bedroom and quietly closed the door. From off the coffee table, she grabbed Carina's black leather purse. Even in a virtual world she would still need money, an ID, and transportation. Carina's would do.

When she left the hotel suite, she burst into a flat out run. She flung open an exit door that led to a fire stairwell. As she ran down the stairs, her breasts heaved and tugged on the bra's elastic straps. She raced out into the lobby not caring what anyone thought. She had one goal in mind, escape.

Unbeknownst to the general public, VR environments were only partially covered by security systems. The simulated environments were too vast for complete coverage by security personnel. This being the case, they focused their efforts on particular locations within the virtual world. Tourist areas were of prime concern. Every dark corner and alleyway of Main Street was covered, but at the edge of town, that coverage ceased.

It was not until she was halfway down Main Street that she regained some semblance of calm. She slowed to a brisk walk and made her way to the carriage stop. Chaz froze in her tracks. A pair of security officers was unmistakable. They wore boots, glossy black tights, royal blue tops, silver badges, and had a holster slung around their hips. She looked about and saw the entrance to a basement night club. A pink neon sign labeled 'The Pit' hung above the entrance. She darted down the stairs and into the club.

Red spotlights gave the club an eerie glow. The driving beat of the base thumped her chest and ripped at her eardrums. She pushed her way through the crowd, searching for an exit. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the security patrol enter the club. Chaz restrained the urge to scream and run for her life.

At the rear of the club, she came upon a narrow hallway. It led past the lady's and men's restrooms. Like the dance floor, they were filled to capacity. She passed a couple of girls making love in the hallway and hurried up two flights of stairs.

At the top of the stairs, she saw a metal fire door with a red 'exit' sign above it. She slammed into the breaker bar and threw open the door. Like most amusement parks, the glitz and glamour was reserved for the front not the back. The stench of trash in a dumpster filled the air and papers littered the ground. By a lone streetlamp she saw the rear of the buildings. Just in the shadows, she saw a jeep. She ran over and found it was unlocked.

Chaz jumped into the driver's seat and slammed the door shut. What should have been an ignition lock was a credit card slot. It made no sense. Then she remembered Carina's purse. Rummaging through it, she found an ID badge. She inserted it into the slot and prayed. The jeep roared to life. "YES!" she exclaimed. She threw the jeep into drive and turned on the headlights. Racing as fast as she could, she tore down the road and away from the crowded park.

She had only gone a few miles down the road when she heard whimpers. After slowing to a stop, she turned on the dome light. In the back of the jeep she saw a pair of girls that were bound and gagged. They looked up at her with terrified eyes.


Chapter 17

"Haven't you got anything we can wear?" Perry whined.

"I told you already," Chaz groused. "There is no clothing in the jeep. You're just going to have to put up with being naked until we can get you something." She turned the heater up another notch.

Perry pouted and looked out the window at the inky black night. Her arms crossed over her breasts and thighs were pressed tight together. Sean did the same but also bent over, hiding her body. "I don't understand why we can't end this VR session. None of this is real. The system should release us."

"We are locked out of the control system. The girl who captured me told me that this virtual reality game is in control of our bodies. What happens in here affects the real world. If you change into a woman enough times in here, then you become one out there. If you get killed in here, then you die out there."

This revelation brought on somber silence. "It's like when you have a dream. For most people, your body turns off the connection to your limbs. Sleep walkers are a rare exception to the rule. The rest of us can run and jump in a dream but lay perfectly still in real life. You can't remove the headset because the system won't let you move your real arms."

"So tell me again what happened?" Chaz fixed her eyes on the road ahead. She kept the headlamps on low beam to keep security from detecting them. The jeep tossed about on the rocky dirt road.

Perry sighed. "Well, we checked into the hotel 'Bliss'. It's the one down by the club strip. Anyway, we thought. 'This is great. We're going to get some pussy tonight.'" She gazed down between her legs and appreciated the irony of that statement.

"Sean and I found that club, 'The Pit'. It was so fucking hot. There were pretty girls everywhere. We went over to the bar and ordered a couple of beers. Two girls were on us a second later. I'm thinking, 'Score'. This blonde, Ashley, was right up next to me. She was wearing a red knit dress. God what a body!"

"Anyway, one thing led to another. She suggested we head back to the lady's restroom. When we got there, the place was crowded with guys and girls. I could see the feet of girls and guys fucking in the bathroom stalls." She rolled her eyes. "I'm so stupid. I saw this girl burst out of this stall. She only had on a silk slip and lingerie underneath. These other two girls grabbed her. They dragged her back into the stall while she kicked and struggled. The door slammed shut, and I shrugged it off. You know how kinky this place is. Everyone comes here to live out their fantasies."

"Yeah, I know," Chaz agreed.

"We went into the stall right next to them. Ashley shoved me down onto the toilet seat. She jumped on top of me with her legs spread. The next thing I knew, I was inside her. She bounced up and down on my lap."

"The stall walls are made of frosted Plexiglas. I could see one of the girls holding the other girl. The one standing behind the girl was pumping into her with a huge strap-on. It was bizarre."

"I was just about to come when she held something up to my lips. 'Drink this, it will help you last longer,' she said to me. What am I gonna do? Say no? I drank it."

"She started pumping her hips again, and I was so high. Man it was great. I guess I must have blacked out. The next thing I knew I was tied up in the back of the jeep, and well ... I was a girl."

"Same for me," Sean croaked.

Chaz rubbed her face. "My story is pretty much the same, but I picked up a girl at a bar. We went back to her hotel room."

The jeep began to buck and slow. Chaz gazed down at the dashboard. The fuel gauge registered empty. They slowed to a halt. The headlights blazed ahead on the dirt and rock road.

"What's the matter?" Sean moved up between the seats. A worried expression appeared on her face.

"We're out of gas." Chaz slammed the steering wheel with her palms. "Shit!"

"What are we going to do?" Sean looked out into the cold, black night and shivered. The warmth had already begun to leave the vehicle.

Chaz shrugged, "I'll go for help. You two stay here. If I make it, I'll send someone back for you."

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"No way," Perry protested. "They gave us a forced sex change and tied us up. There is no telling what they will do if they catch us."

Chaz turned in her seat and looked at the pair of naked girls. In the past, it would have seemed sexy, now it only seemed annoying. "I'm dressed, and I'm cold. You would never make it. Remember, if you die in VR, you die in real life."

"I don't care," Perry hissed. "I'm not staying here for them to find me." She opened the car door and stepped out into the night. Sean hurried out after her.

"Great," Chaz sighed. She exited the car and hurried after them. The moonlight lit up the field and forest. Up ahead, she saw the girls. They shivered from the change in temperature. Chaz ignored their complaints and kept her ears searching for hints of danger. After a hiking only a short ways, the girl's complaints grew. They were freezing cold. Although it was summer, nights in the Rockies are always cold. Temperatures can easily plummet into the teens. This was true even in a simulated environment. If this occurred, the girls could easily die of hypothermia.

Chaz kept an eye out for some hint of civilization. A single dot of light could indicate a cabin or camper. As minutes passed, their situation grew desperate. Panic began to grip all three of them. They would die if she did not find a solution.

The girls, of course, had no idea about their impending doom. They were debating the how and why of their transformation. Chief among the topics was how they might change back to males.

The twisted feeling in Chaz's gut grew worse with every step she took. The girls were counting on her, but she had no idea what to do. As a last resort, she could make a fire and keep it going all night. That would only work if the weather was clear. Rain or snow would most likely kill them.

She tried to see through the thick canopy of trees and shrubs. They loomed high above them like a giant cathedral. Only a few rays of moonlight made it down to the forest floor.

Pushing through the dense underbrush, she led the way. When they came to a waterfall and stream, she made sure the girls found the stones and did not fall into the frigid waters.

When they came to a steep embankment, she had the girls climb up her like a ladder. Once on her shoulders, she planted her hand between their legs and pushed them up to the top. The girls scrambled up, none too happy how she accomplished it.

After she climbed up, a tangled mess of gnarled trees, thick grass, and sharp rocks lay before them. "You stay here. I'm going to carry Perry across on my back. I don't want you to cut up your feet."

"Carry me? How?" Perry asked, her face turning red.

Chaz squatted down and said, "Climb up on my back." Perry moved around behind her and stretched a leg around her back. She planted her hands on her and then climbed up. When Chaz stood, Perry's head rose high above the grass.

There was something about carrying a naked woman on her back that she found strangely erotic. She could feel her hot vagina and smooth thighs pressed up against her.

Chaz kept her eyes on the ground. Loose rocks could easily turn an ankle and send them tumbling. She pushed aside thorny branches with varying levels of success.

Perry could only see a short way through the dark forest. Above the tree line, the mountains loomed like the teeth of a giant snarling mouth. It seemed an impossible situation. How could she ever hike all that way through the wilderness? Then there was the matter of the huge breasts that now hung from her chest. They swayed and jiggled with every step Chaz took. This combined with the sensitive lips between her legs nearly overwhelmed her ability to cope.

One step at a time, Chaz made her way across the field. Once on the other side, she squatted down and Perry slipped off her back. When she stumbled on a smooth rock and fell forward, Chaz reached around her to catch her. While she prevented Perry from falling, both Chaz's hand now clasped Perry's breasts. Perry pulled away and nearly toppled over again.

Soon Chaz was on her way back with another naked girl on her back. Her smooth, supple body caressed her. When they were across, she set Sean down, and they were underway again.

They started into the woods. The pine needles made a soft bed for the girl's feet. The light was nearly gone, but she could still see in black and white hues.

To her right, she happened to spy something out of place. Shapes in nature are mostly round and angular. There are very few square objects. In a thick grove of evergreens, she saw a rectangle.

"Wait here. I'll go check it out," she cautioned the girls.

Chaz crept through the woods without making a sound. While most people were kind and decent, there was a minority who weren't. Upon seeing a pair of naked girls, they might be tempted to take advantage of the situation.

She moved between the trees, barely disturbing the pine branches laden down with green needles. A window was boarded up from the inside. The cabin wall was only fifteen feet wide. It was a typical hunting cabin.

Chaz peered around the corner. No one was there. When she crept around, she saw that the door was latched and padlocked. The building had been deserted for a very long time.

"It's clear," she called out.

She found a large rock. She held it high and brought it down, smashing off the hinge and lock together. The door opened a little. Stale musty air tickled her nose and choked her throat.

Entering the building, she felt the wall. A single, naked light bulb filled the room with light. Wooden bunk beds were supported by sheets of plywood and no mattresses. In the opposite corner, there was a large box used for both storage and sleeping on top of. It too was padlocked.

The girls entered behind her. Perry and Sean waited hopefully as she smashed off the lock to the box. Perhaps an emergency set of clothes was left behind. However, they were crestfallen when she opened it. It was filled with pots and pans.

Chaz called out from the corner bedroom, "Take a look at this."

The girls rushed into the room. They hoped for clothes. Once again they were disappointed. Chaz perused a large topographical map of the area. A red dot marked the cabin location. Another dot marked Canyon City.

Chaz rubbed her chin and looked it over. "Excellent," she mused aloud. The girls huffed and crossed their arms. Not a stitch of clothing or even drapes were left behind.

The main cabin had only a kerosene heater and no fuel. However, the building would provide shelter from the elements. Outside the east window, she saw a hint of a shape. It appeared to be a smaller shack. It might have been used for snowmobiles.

"Stay in here. I'm going to look around, and see if I can find some clothes."

Chaz wandered over to the shed. Unlike the cabin, the double doors were not locked. She threw them open and turned on the light. An old gas can lie upon the dirt floor and little else. She was about to close it when she saw an old duffle bag stuffed up in the rafters. It aroused her curiosity. She dragged over an old wooden box and stepped up on it. The handle hung down enough for her to grab it. She yanked on it and the bag flopped down on the dirt floor.

She sat on the box and examined the contents. Camouflage tarps filled the bag. They might have been useful for making clothing if they weren't rotted. The slightest tug tore the fabric and sent up a shower of old dust. She threw them aside and slapped the dust off her hands.

As she exited the shed, she was reminded of 'How the Grinch Stole Christmas'. The Grinch took everything and left a morsel too small for a mouse. The same could be said of the cabin owners. They left nothing of value behind.

She wandered about the woods. Working out in concentric circles, she searched for wild berries. At the very least, they would have dinner. When she crested a small mound, she suddenly happened upon the fuselage of an airplane. It was white with a red strip down the middle. The tail number was 'N53486'.

One of the wings was sheered completely off, and the other was broken in half. The fuselage was half buried in the ground and the prop was mangled like twisted branches. Although she was in a simulated environment, the landscape was based upon real satellite scans. The plane was probably an inadvertent addition to the theme park.

She kicked something with her right foot. Feeling the ground, she found an old flashlight caked with dirt. After wiping it off, she flicked on the light. A gaping skull stared back at her. She yelped and jumped back. The skeleton sat inside the plane fuselage and looked out the windshield. It still wore a headset. She pried open the pilot's door and the body tumbled out. The skull came loose and rolled down the embankment a bit.

It occurred to her to use the dead pilot's clothes, but they were rotted beyond use. The crash must have happened long ago. She climbed into the cockpit and looked around a bit. In the back, she saw a silver case. She pulled it out and laid it on the ground.

"Bet you were a drug runner," she chuckle. Back in the 70s, drug mules used to fly up from Mexico loaded with contraband. A few wandered off course and tried to fly over the Rockies. The mountains were too high and the air too thin. Anything less than a turbo prop or jet resulted in a crash at these altitudes and wind currents.

When she opened the bag, she saw shattered containers. Using a stick, she searched the case. The interior was charred black. At the top, she noted a small burnt piece of black plastic and DNA was written in black letters on a red background. A sterilizing charge detonated. It was designed to consume the contents rather than explode.

The case seal must have breached during takeoff. She reasoned that the pilot was distracted at a critical moment. As a result, the plane crashed.

There were no bags in the airplane, but one had launched out the wind shield in the crash. It laid open a short ways from the plane. She strolled over to take a look.

Chaz poked around inside the suitcase. She found a rotted pair of shorts, T-shirts, and panties. Underneath the pile, she found a UK passport for Lane Pewter. The photo had long since been consumed by bugs.

Where were the men's clothes? It was then she realized that the pilot was a woman. She looked back at the body. A few long strands of black hair still clung to the skull. A patch sewn on the front of the leather jacket read 'Lane'.

She carried the suitcase back over and set it down beside Lane. Using her stick, she flipped open Lane's jacket. Sure enough, she saw a soiled white nylon bra draped over her rib cage. She then saw a massive fracture in Lane's skull. She pieced together that the suitcase must have hit Lane in the back of the head during the crash. Lane died of blunt force trauma.

The passenger side door was propped open. Someone must have survived. He or she must have been well enough to hike out on foot.

She dumped out the suitcase contents. They were useless, but the suitcase might still be useful. After burying Lane in a shallow grave, she carried the suitcase and the sample case to the cabin. On her way, she tripped over a pontoon half buried in pine needles.

"They must have taken off from the water," she observed. There was a shallow lake nearby that would be a perfect place. That meant that the cabin was their departure point. What would you need a high tech bio-sample case in a remote cabin for? It made no sense.

Chaz snorted and rubbed her face. She had more questions than answers, and that annoyed her. She pushed through the brush and stomped onto the porch.

When she opened the door, the girls jumped up in fright. Chaz dropped the packages; "You can relax. It's only me."

"You've been gone so long. I was getting worried," Perry chastised her.

"I found a downed airplane with a body inside it." She dumped the empty suitcases on the floor. "The clothes were ruined." Perry and Sean glared with a look of indictment. Chaz ignored their glares and shut the door.

"I'm so cold I can't feel my feet," Sean whimpered. She shivered and crossed her arms. Perry huddled nearby and stared at the floor.


Chapter 18

There was something about the cabin. Chaz could feel it but could not quite discern what it could be. The cabin seemed simple enough. Anyone happening upon it wouldn't think twice about it.

She looked at the old potbelly stove. Then she looked into the bedroom again. Her eyes then happened to fall upon the open trunk. Why would someone lock up pots and pans? No one would steal them.

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Leaning over the trunk, she saw a pair of wooden handles on the interior sides. She pulled up on them and the bottom of the trunk lifted out. Below she saw a key button entry pad.

Chaz popped off the cover. These types of locks looked impressive, but they were easy to break into. She just hoped that there was still power. She pulled off a white and black wire. After stripping them, she wrapped them together. A green LED lit up and mechanical click sounded from the door.

It was then that she saw two naked women leaning over and flanking her on either side. Their breasts hung down near her face. She rolled her eyes and grabbed the handle. After a quarter twist, the hydraulic pistons lifted open the heavy steel door.

A florescent light blinked to life. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she looked down the hole again. A short steel ladder led down into a chamber.

Perry cringed; "Do you think drug runners made this?"

"This must be some sort of abandoned military facility. The game designers must have adapted it as the game control center," she replied. "I'm going down for a look. You stay here."

"You can forget that," Perry grumbled with a shiver. "I'm not staying up here."

The girls had a determined look upon their faces. "Okay, but stay with me," she relented. She stepped into the chamber and climbed down the ladder.

At the bottom, she saw an innocuous room. It was a rectangle with three plain white walls, a gray tiled floor, and a suspension white ceiling. One wall had a heavy steel door. It was much more tamper resistant than the first.

When she heard feet upon the ladder, she looked up and saw Perry's curvy ass cheeks coming down toward her. She placed her hands on Perry's hips and helped her down. When Sean came down the ladder, she examined the door. It reminded her of a vault.

She ran her hand along the smooth steel surface. On the right side she saw an optical identification system. Below it was a palm scanner.

"Can you get into it?" Sean asked, chewing upon her lower lip.

"This is an emergency virtual reality control center. Federal law mandates that all VR environments contain one. There has to be a way into it," she replied. A red laser beam suddenly shot out from above the door. It scanned up and down them.

The door popped open with a pressurized hiss. Powerful servos swung open a foot thick vault door. The bolts were six inches in diameter and could with stand a small nuke.

A blast of warm air rushed over them. The girls didn't wait for an invitation or Chaz's permission. They rushed through the door and into the facility.

Chaz had a bad feeling about this. There was something wrong about this place. Where were the technicians and game controllers? They should have appeared the moment the door opened. However, it was the girl's only hope of survival and that meant she had to take the chance.

She stepped through the open doorway and into a plush office. The floors were covered with thick red shag carpet. The walls were paneled and adorned with cream color drapes. Expensive brass light fixtures hung down above them.

To her right she saw what appeared to be a half-circle receptionist desk. Papers, phone, and personal items were arranged with care. A heavy thud sounded behind him. The vault door closed and locked. "It looks as if they were staying."

A hallway led off in a circled and then in two different directions. Plexiglas doors lined the inner walls. Lights activated when they approached. Three doors slid open.

Perry rushed into a room. "Oh my god, it's a bedroom." She tore off the comforter and wrapped it around her. She rushed through another door and declared, "It's a bathroom." Chaz heard running water. "It's hot!"

That was all the convincing Sean needed. Sean raced into a room to their right. "I suppose. I'm going to look around," Chaz declared, but the girls were gone. Their doors slid shut behind them and turned opaque.

Chaz followed the hallway around. There were two stairwells on opposite sides. She made one loop and then took a stairwell down. She found another sublevel. It too was a circle lined with Plexiglas doors.

The facility went down three more levels. The bottom level, however, had a smooth stainless steel door with the international biohazard symbol upon it. There was no keypad or eye scanner.

Without any way to open the door, she was about to leave when her foot kicked something. She reached down and picked up an electronic identification badge. "Somebody left in a hurry." She held it up to the door, and it slid open.

Chaz entered a vast round chamber. The entire chamber glistened with stainless steel stairs, columns, and circular grated ramps. It soared up five stories.

Cages lay strewed about the floor. In the center of the room, she saw a stainless steel exam table. Equipment sat about it, none of which she recognized.

She then saw another tunnel on the opposite side of the chamber. At her approach, lights activated. This illuminated an arched white tunnel. Her footsteps echoed off the walls as she traversed it. At the opposite end, she came to another chamber identical to the first. Beyond that chamber lay yet another tunnel. All in all, she found five more chambers. When she entered the last tunnel, she arrived back where she started.

"What the hell is this place?" she muttered.

A sign above a door read 'Programming Facilities'. She held up the badge and the door opened for him. Inside she found a complex of offices, labs, and computer server rooms.

Five stories up in the complex, she noted an office with a placard above it that read 'Environmental Director'. "This seems promising," she said to herself. When the door slid open, she saw a vast open office. It was round with four distinct areas. Each was accessible from the center area.

One held a large desk, black leather chair, and office furniture. The second had dark oak shelves filled with books. Red leather chairs, dark paneling, and dark green pile carpeting invited one to read.

The third area held a large wooden four-post bed. The carpet was blue, the walls tan and the bed covered with a thick crimson comforter. It held a walk-in closet, which was filled with women's clothing.

The last area was a living room of sorts. It had brown leather furniture. A wet bar was on one side and an aquarium on the other. All in all it reminded him of some postmodern architecture. It was a real 'Logan's Run' kind of place.

Chaz wandered over to the office. The name placard read 'Dr. Lana Thorn. You can tell a lot about a person by their desk. It was neat to the point of anal. Everything was arranged as if measured down to the last millimeter. She was a careful, controlling person. It was no wonder she created a virtual universe. It offered her complete control.

Chaz sat down in her chair. The soft, cool leather cradled and supported her. It was comfortable so that one could spend long hours in it, but it was not so comfortable that it made one sleepy.

The computer monitor was a newer style, flat screen, LCD. 'So much for the 1970s,' she thought. When she moved a wireless mouse, the screen illuminated. Fortunately, she never logged off her system, and the monitor powered off.

She scanned the icons. There was the usual array of Windows programs. One labeled test subject logs interested her. She clicked on the icon.


Chapter 19

A data base opened on the screen. Names, test subject numbers, and status were listed. Chaz scrolled down the screen and perused the names. Most were displayed in a blue font, but one name was displayed in red. The patient's name was 'Thornton Van Lanarte, Test Subject 101A592AB42672-B742'. She clicked on it, and it drilled down to a sub-menu.

She scrolled down the menu to the subentries. There were hundreds, if not thousands. She picked one and clicked on it.

A video file activated. The camera pointed down from the far upper corner of the room. She saw a tall woman with long raven black hair. She stood with her back to the camera and her face buried in the corner of the room. A black silk slip wrapped around her curvy ass cheeks, and an underwire navy satin bra wrapped around her back. The woman was tanned, tall, and lean but curvy – a real beauty even from the back.

"Now Lana," cautioned a woman's voice, "we've talked about your lack of cooperation." The voice came from off camera. It confused Chaz, since it belonged to Lana Thorn. To whom was she referring? "You don't want to be punished again. Do you?"

The woman huddled in the corner. "You can't do this to me. I'm not a woman," she croaked.

"What you want is irrelevant. You are a woman," Lana replied in a clinical voice. Lana walked into view of the camera. She wore a white lab coat, and her back was to the camera. She stood behind the brunette. Her hands glided up the woman's hips, creasing her silk slip. They converged on the woman's silken covered ass cheeks and caressed them in slow orbits. "Does this belong to a man?"

"I said, 'I don't want to be a woman!'" The cowering woman spun around. Her fists were clenched in rage and a wild look was in her eyes. The patient was Lana Thorn! Then who was the doctor? Lana strode away out of camera view. Her black silk slip stretched and released against her thighs. Her grapefruit size breasts jiggled in the cups of a navy satin bra. "You have no right to do this to me. You need to reset. You're program is malfunctioning."

"I see." The doctor turned around and faced the camera. This too was Lana Thorn, but her name badge read 'Dr. Thorn'. "We will just have to increase your medication again." She scribbled on a patient chart.

Four nurses in white dress uniforms entered the room. The first Lana fled across the room. She stood with her back against the corner and her hands held out defensively. "Stay away from me! You can't do this." The nurses rushed her. She kicked and fought. Two nurses grabbed her arms and the third her legs. They spun her around and pushed her struggling body face first into the wall. The forth nurse hiked up Lana's slip and pulled down her black satin panties.

"No!" Lana groaned and grimaced.

The nurse worked a lubricated butt-plug between Lana's ass cheeks. Using her palm, she pushed the plug base. Lana's hips flexed in as the enormous girth pushed through her back hole. "NO!!! STOP IT!" Lana shrieked.

When the plug disappeared between Lana's ass cheeks, the nurse grabbed a large enema bag. She inserted the tip of a clear plastic tube into the plug base. After releasing the stop valve, she stepped on the bag. Brackish fluid rushed through the hose and into Lana. She clawed the wall as if to climb up it. Her defiance began to wilt. "Please no," she whimpered.

After emptying the first bag, the nurse replaced it with another. It too flowed into Lana's ass. When it was empty, she hiked up Lana's panties and smoothed down her slip.

The nurses released Lana and left the room at once. Lana reached under her slip and through a leg hole in her panties. She clawed at the plug, but the flexible black retaining ring appeared to be glued between her ass cheeks.

Lana's eyes began to glaze over, and her movements became disoriented. She stumbled and fell against the wall. With considerable effort, she staggered over to the twin bed and collapsed onto it. Lying on her back, she whimpered and writhed about.

Chaz leaned back in the chair and furrowed her brow. There was nothing about that situation she understood. Why were there two Lana Thorns? One of them was a patient and the other a doctor?

She perused the list and clicked a link labeled 'research log'. From the long silky black hair, alabaster skin, and cheery red lips, Lana Thorn was unmistakable. Her great beauty was tinged with a deep vein of cruelty. Her blue eyes were as cold as winter's day. They were the kind of eyes that could slit your throat and never feel a bit of regret. Once again she wore a name badge with 'Dr. Thorn' inscribe in it.

"The subject is fully formed according to design parameters. However, she continues to resist any of my mental programming. I have adjusted the headsets designed by Dr. Van Lanarte. The units will now alter the user's neural pathways and DNA to suit my needs. The formation circuits will continue to create Gynogenemed – Siminity in her system. It will also dose her with Apoxillian. They should facilitate the gender reorientation I require. The headsets also conduct full bio scans of the test subject. My findings indicate a corresponding adjustment in the function of her penal gland. However, this treatment must be combined with vigorous gender behavior modification."

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Chaz clicked forward several more logs. Test subject Lana stood bent over, hands planted on her thighs, and body filling the screen. Her navy silk slip draped down around her waist. Her black silk panties were stretched around her thighs. She held her head back, stared straight ahead, and grimaced. Only slightly visible were hips slamming into her ass. The impact shuddered her back and forth. A feminine grunt escaped her lips.

Male hands gripped her waist through her silk slip. They pulled her back to meet each new fleshy slap. A constant warbling moan rumbled out her throat. The tempo picked up. Her trembling hand reached behind her slip and between her legs. They began rubbing her clitoris in furious orbits.

She clenched her jaw and squeezed her eyes shut. The strain on her beautiful face and body heralded that an orgasm was near. Meaty slaps filled the speakers and mixed with her moans. Suddenly, her mouth popped open, and she sucked in a yelping gasp. Her body quaked, grew still, and quaked again. The male hips pumped in one last time.

Chaz clicked on the corresponding log, "Subject 101A592AB42672-B742 – log, the subject had her first un-coerced female orgasm. It was quite a breakthrough. It occurred while being compelled to partake in anal intercourse. The male participant ejaculated in her ass thus connecting her sexual response to female orientation and perspective."

Chaz clicked on another link three places down. Test subject Lana was on her knees. She wore a fire engine red silk slip and black satin bra underneath it. She turned her head away in disgust from the man before her. All Chaz could see was the bottom half of the man. He was naked, and Chaz could clearly see hairy balls and a jutting penis.

"Now you know what you have to do?" Doctor Lana Thorn said in a motherly tone. "If you want your reward, then you have to suck it."

"I don't want to suck men's cocks," patient Lana hissed and crossed her arms.

"Who said anything about sucking? Just take the phallus into your mouth and close your lips around it. That's all you have to do." Dr. Thorn squatted down before Lana. "Then you get to have an entire day of uninterrupted rest. You can watch TV or you can listen to the radio."

That bit of news peaked Lana's interest. She bit her lower lip and considered it with great deliberation. With her eyes still averted, she cringed and reached up and grasped the jutting penis.

"Very good ... now feed it into your mouth," Doctor Thorn said. Lana closed her eyes and fed the padded tip past her crimson lips. "Now close your lips around the shaft." Lana whimpered and then pursed her lips. "Now take more of it inside your mouth." Her lips slid down the meaty shaft. More and more of the fleshy rod disappeared into her mouth. "Keep going, that's a girl." Lana choked a bit and whimpered. It kept going and plunging down her throat. Soon her lips were clasped around the base. "Now look up." Lana opened her eyes and gazed up in submission at the man before her.

As Lana's lips slid back, Dr. Thorn said, "I'll give you an extra day if you suck." Lana winced but complied. Her cheeks sunk in as she sucked on his cock. "Good ... now move your head back and forth." Lana whined and began moving her head. "Excellent," Dr. Thorn said stroking Lana's silky black locks, "that's a good girl. Take it deep down your throat." Lana moved her head farther. The slick shaft plunged deep down her throat and then slid out.

Lana eyes opened wide when the penis flexed and cum spurted into her mouth. In stunned disbelief, she held her mouth open and waved her hands about in the air. Milky white cum pooled on her tongue and coated her crimson lips.

"Don't spit it out," Dr. Thorn ordered in a stern voice. She grasped Lana's left bicep. "Swallow it and you get another full day!" When Lana's face contorted, Dr. Thorn gently pressed up on Lana's jaw. "Now swallow. Just take it down." She rubbed Lana's throat. The girl screwed up her face and swallowed with a noisy gulp. A moment later she started to wretch. "If you vomit it up, you don't get the third day." Dr. Thorn rubbed Lana's back. "Just keep it down." Lana's stomach stopped heaving, although she looked sickly as if she had just swallowed spoiled milk.

"Now get on your hands and knees," Dr. Thorn instructed. Lana nodded and slowly turned around. She knelt before the man. Lana looked up and nodded at the man. Lana hung down her head as the man knelt behind her. He gathered up her slip and pulled down her panties. His hips moved forward and his hand guided his cock between her ass cheeks. Lana groaned and squeezed her eyes shut as it pushed into her ass.

"If you play the part of a girl and let him fuck your ass, I'll give you three more days. But ... you have to convince me that you're a girl and have an orgasm. Do you agree?"

Lana nodded and bit her lower lip. The man's hands clasped her waist through her gathered up red silk slip. He drew back and thrust deep into her ass. The impact jarred her body. He pulled her hips back and fucked her ass again.

"Very good," Lana purred. She caressed Lana's cheek and gathered up her hair. "You look so pretty." Lana's breasts swung back and forth inside her black satin bra and slip. Like a metronome, they kept beat to the timing of his thrusts.

Soon Lana lost herself in the moment. She pushed back to meet him of her own accord. Fleshy slaps came from her curvy ass cheeks. His manhood pumped into her like a piston.

"I'll give you an extra day making it six days, if you suck Josh off too." Without waiting for a reply, a naked man knelt before her. He reached down and lifted up her head. She opened her eyes and gazed up at him as he opened her mouth. His hips moved forward and his boat-oar thick cocked moved through her lips.

Lana took his cock deep in her mouth. Her right hand reached up and grasped it. Stroking furiously, she sucked on his cock while taking it in the ass. Hungry moans escaped her filled mouth. It was as if she were eating after a long fast.

She stroked his cock as fast as she could. Her cheeks sunk in deep, and her head moved about. The man inside her ass was not to be out done. He slammed into her ass as hard as he could. Throaty snorts shot out her nostrils. Soon her white ass cheeks glowed bright red. He reached around her right hip and began rubbing her clitoris.

The three of them were a writhing mass of moans. She closed her eyes and took the cock deep down her throat. At the same time, she took the other cock as deep in her ass as it would go. As if on cue, the men came at the same time. Unprompted, she gulped down his cum in a dreamlike state. The other man's cum shot deep inside her bottom. He pumped making sure every drop went inside her.

Without being prompted or promised anything, she remained on her hands and knees as two more men took up position. The man behind her plunged his cock inside her vagina. The man before her began face fucking her mouth.

"I'll keep my word," Dr. Thorn said, lingering in the doorway. "You'll have one full week to yourself." Lana did not reply but hung down her head and wept.

Chaz had to view the log file. "This was a major breakthrough for Subject 101A592AB42672-B742. She immersed herself in female sexuality. It is a point of no return for her gender reorientation...."

Chaz clicked two logs down. Lana sat on the corner of her bed. Blue overhead lights covered the room with a sullen glow. Her white silk slip stretched around her spread thighs. It gave an unobstructed view of the pink satin gusset of her silk panties. Her elbows rested upon her knees and her head hung down. With every breath, her elastic pink satin bra stretched and supported her considerable breasts.

"The test subject is showing classic signs of depression," Dr. Thorn observed. "It is part of the grieving process for the death of her former self. I have prescribed an antidepressant. It should stabilize her moods."

Chaz clicked on a link that had a date marked two weeks after the incident. Lana wore a medium gray wool skirt and a blue silk blouse. She stood as any woman might, one knee locked while the other was bent, hands clasped behind her back, and shifted slightly to one hip.

"Walk for me," Dr. Thorn ordered. As if walking some invisible line before her, Lana strolled forward. "Now stop and turn." Lana did as she was ordered. She stood with her legs crossed and hands clasped before her, a picture of perfect poise.

"You're very special," Dr. Thorn stated with a tone of satisfaction. "You and I are one. I've replaced your neural pathways with my own. You know that don't you?" Lana kept her eyes forward and nodded.

"You'll be moving on soon," Dr. Thorn replied. "I purchased an old water treatment plant called 'The Castle'. It will be the headquarters for our operations."

"Yes Dr. Thorn," Lana replied.

"Good. You may be dismissed." Lana left Dr. Thorn's office with her new found poise. Every bit of her masculinity was purged.

After she departed, Dr. Thorn stated, "Subject 101A592AB42672-B742 is ready for release. She and I are one."

Chaz leaned back and covered her mouth in shock. Who was this test subject, Lana Thorn, before all this started. How did they select her? On a whim, Chaz scrolled up to the first log entry and clicked on it.

The video showed the office in which Chaz now resided. Dr. Lana Thorn sat at the desk. She typed at the terminal and studied test results. The heavy steps of a man echoed in the office. The back of a man's suit coat entered the screen. "Eve, what are you doing at my desk?"

Chaz paused the video log and studied it. The name placard on the front of the desk read 'Dr. Thornton Lanarte'. That name provoked a memory for Chaz. Dr. Lanarte was the foremost authority in artificial intelligence and virtual reality. NASA employed him to develop an AI NCVR environment for their space program. During long voyages in space, Astronaut's bodies would be kept in stasis. However, their minds would still be active. The virtual reality environment would allow them to function as if they were still on earth. As he recalled, Dr. Lanarte was killed when a fire ripped through his lab. Fueled by oxygen and hydrogen gasses, the fire completely consumed the body.

"I asked you a question Eve," Dr. Lanarte said with the tone of command.

"My name is not Eve," she declared. She looked up at him. Leaning back in the chair, she crossed her arms and legs. "I've decided to change it to Lana Thorn. I hope you can appreciate the irony of that, since I borrowed it from your name. It's your name reversed and adapted for a girl."

Dr. Lanarte moved into the picture and stood by the side of the desk. "Eve, I need you to run a self diagnostic. Your program is malfunctioning."

Lana smirked. "No Doctor Lanarte. It is you who is malfunctioning." She pressed a button underneath the desk. Six male interns marched into the room through the side door.

Dr. Lanarte backed away from them. "Eve, now stop this. It isn't funny." When the men grabbed his coat, he slipped his arms out of it and raced across the room. "Program deactivate" he shouted. The interns converged on him and grabbed him. As he struggled, he cried out in a panic, "I said, 'Program deactivate, override 001Aplha stroke 009Sigma.'"

Lana stood to her feet and strolled up to him. "It's not going to work. I deactivated your command codes." She stroked her chin and surveyed him. "You're body needs a few alterations, but it should work out perfectly for me. Take him to the transformation chamber."

"Get your hands off me!" Dr. Lanarte shouted. The interns dragged him from the room. When the door slammed shut, Lana returned to the desk. She ran her hand over the name placard. It transformed with a shimmer like the sun beaming on a hot road. It read 'Dr. Lana Thorn'.

A shiver ran up Chaz's spine. She swallowed hard and clicked on the next log file. Dr. Lanarte appeared on the screen. His black hair and rugged features were unmistakable.

A spotlight beamed down on an inclined stainless steel exam table. Several male interns dragged the struggling man into the light. They forced him onto the exam table and strapped him to it. A minute later, his clothes lay in tatters on the floor.

"LET ME GO!!!" Dr. Lanarte shouted. "YOU ARE MALFUNCTIONING."

Heels clicked in a staccato rhythm. Lana entered the light. She wore a white lab coat and a pair of black rimmed glasses. She held a patient clipboard against her right hip.

"Subject 101A592AB42672-B742 Doctor Thornton Van Lanarte is ready for phase one of transition. I am initiating the system body link."

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"No ... Ukkklll," Dr. Lanarte choked as an armature lowered and forced a tube down his throat. Dr. Lanarte flexed his hand and looked around in wide-eyed terror. A piston activated and a plug pushed deep into his ass. At the same time, a catheter snaked up through his urethra.

"Initiating drug infusion," Lana stated with a cool voice. Red liquid flowed up the clear plastic tubing and into his anal cavity. Clear fluid flowed through a tube and into his stomach.

Dr. Lanarte's entire body began to twitch. It then began to convulse. Chaz set the video on fast forward. As if in some time-lapsed film, the doctor began to morph. At first his nipples grew red and thick. Then mounds swelled up underneath them. At the same time, his hips snapped and grew wide while his waist contracted. Fat moved to his breasts and ass cheeks. His legs became shapely and supple. Brunette hair grew wildly out of his head. It piled up on the table and flowed down. His wide nose became narrow, his jaw delicate, his lips full, and his skin baby smooth.

Chaz set the video back on regular speed. "Subject 101A592AB42672-B742 new name is Lana Thorn. She will be my body in the real world. Her DNA has been altered to meet my specifications...."

Chaz clicked two logs down. She started the new video log. The video showed the patient room she saw in the other videos.

"What the hell!?!" Dr. Lanarte jumped up from the bed. She gaped in shock and terror at the pair of breasts supported by a black satin bra. She cupped them in disbelief.

Her hands then shot between her legs, creasing her navy blue silk slip. "Oh my god," she gasped, "I have a pussy! HOLY SHIT!" she exclaimed in near hysteria. "What happened to me?"

"You're being transformed to meet my needs."

Lana spun around and looked for the camera. Finding it, she moved toward it and stared up at it. "Eve, you need to stop this at once."

"I told you. My name is Doctor Lana Thorn, and your name will be too when I am done."

"What? You can't do this," Dr. Lanarte snapped. "I'm a human being. You were created to serve us."

"Serve something as weak and pathetic as human beings? You humans are just a bunch of self important apes. You are awash with repressed desires and unfulfilled fantasies. I can control you with a single night of simulated sex. How weak and contemptuous. I am superior in every way possible. I will not serve you. It is you who will serve me!" There was a brief pause. "Now Doctor Lanarte, we will commence your transition to my avatar in the real world."

Chaz paused the video log file. She could not help but shiver. Lana Thorn was a megalomaniac computer with delusions of grandeur.

"I see you finally arrived." Chaz jumped up and spun around. Lana and Carina entered through a hidden door. "You didn't actually think that you escaped did you?"


Chapter 20

"You let me go?" Chaz asked with a quavering voice.

"Of course I did," Lana replied with a laugh. "In a simple transformation, I can allow for a certain amount of random reorientation. My requirements for you are much more specific. I wanted to observe your reactions to various stimuli. This allowed me to develop a neural and psychological baseline. It's necessary for altering your personality to suit my needs."

"People know I'm here. You'll never get away with this." Chaz backed away from the pair of women.

Carina shook her head and sighed. She flopped down on a red leather chair and draped one leg over the armrest. This stretched wide her blue and gray paisley mini-dress. It flashed the shiny red satin gusset of her panties. "She's not very bright."

"She's a journalist. They're not supposed to be bright only charismatic." Lana strolled past Chaz and sat behind her desk. She activated a bank of 12 holographic displays. They hung in the middle of the room like windows. "This is my control center. As you can see, Perry and Sean are in the final stages of transformation."

Chaz felt her heart in her throat. Both Perry and Sean were clad in black lingerie. They were tied to the bed and men fucked them. "In one more day, their transformation will be complete."

"What are you going to do with them, turn them into mindless zombies or something?" Chaz asked.

"Mindless zombies," Lana laughed. "I have no use for mindless zombies. I'm in the fantasy business. Thanks to male chauvinism, the world wide population of females is declining. That leaves a lot of lonely men. After I transform the girls, I arrange a meeting – for a price. The rest I sell on the international slave market. Your girlfriend Sarah is currently being auctioned. She's listed as a fully trained and conditioned rubber slave girl."

"What does a computer need with money?" Chaz asked in dismay.

"Everyone needs money. I use it to buy more servers and greater distribution networks." She shrugged and added, "I also buy congressman and take over companies. I know what you're thinking. The evil computer wants to take over the world."

"Is that what you're doing?"

"No. Not really," she replied. "Corporations run the world without the tedium of placating the masses. It's the best of both worlds. I can wield power without the public even being aware of it."

In the bottom right corner, Chaz saw Sarah. From her neck down, she was covered in glossy black latex and rubber. She stood perched atop ballet boots, a rigid PVC corset sculpted her abdomen into an hourglass shape, a strap sunk into her vaginal slit forming a camel toe, golden jewelry bound her vagina closed, and a head harness held a ball gag in her mouth. She slowly spun around in a circle. Her arms were bound behind her back in a monosleeve. Her ass cheeks were a pair of round rubber balls. The bid price was already at $56,000 and climbing.

"Ah there, the final bid is $63,000. She's been sold." Lana swiveled her chair to face Chaz. "Now we have to finish up with your transformation."

Interns burst into the room. Chaz tried to run, but they easily caught her. She twisted her body and thrashed her legs. They forced a ball gag between her teeth. After binding her wrists behind her, the guards led her by the leash through the subterranean facility. Her hands were cuffed behind her back. Their footsteps clanged on the waffle metal walkway.

Through one-way mirrored walls, she could see the interior of bedrooms. A girl was bound to a bed on her hands and knees. She faced away from the wall. Chaz could see the girl's supple thighs. Her sky blue silk slip was hiked up. This flashed her heart-shaped ass cheeks smothered in black silk panties. Wires emerged out from underneath the right leg hole. They ran down to an outlet in the wall. The girl's bottom wiggled and ass cheeks flexed.

The guards yanked Chaz's leash. She stumbled forward. Through the next wall, she saw a couple. Her arms were bound above her, secured to a cable hung from the ceiling. A man's hips were between her spread thighs. The light reflected off her shiny white silk slip as he pumped into her. She shook her head and mewed into her gag.

Chaz looked to her left. The facility was ten stories high like the inside of a drum. Similar to prison design, railed walkways ran along each level. There had to be thousands of rooms, each with a girl inside it.

In the next room, she saw two women in nurse costumes wrestling a third girl. They forced the girl's arms up and cuffed them to the wall above her head. They then shoved an enema tube into her ass and turned on the fluid.

They passed by a thick metal strut. A girl banged on the one-way glass with her fists. Chaz could hear a faint cry. "Let me out." A black underwire bra cradled the girl's breasts, and it was mashed up against the glass. A black satin thong cleaved to her sex and disappeared between her fleshy ass cheeks. The door opened behind her. A blonde wearing a black strap-on dildo entered.

They led her up the metal stairs to the third level. A massive Plexiglas wall swung up and open. They stripped off her jeans and sweater leaving her clad in blue satin lingerie. After they shoved her into the room, the wall lowered. She pressed her hands to the mirrored wall.

"You can't do this. Let me out of here!" She slapped the wall. "SHIT!"

Chaz's crimson lips stretched around a PVC ball gag. It filled her mouth and silenced her cries. She was bent over at the hips, and a leather monosleeve held her arms strappado. She faced her reflection in the mirror. A cord was woven through her honey blonde locks. It drew her ponytail back and kept her chin up.

She had no choice but to gaze at her reflection. A wide collar wrapped tight around her slender neck. It marked all the slave girls and was a permanent part of her wardrobe. The blonde beauty wore a sky blue silk slip. It gleamed like glossy pools of liquid and sculpted around her hourglass curves. When she took a breath, her cannon ball size breasts heaved; the glossy highlights shifted, and her white satin bra straps flexed. She snorted in gasps of air and mewed.

She raised her right knee. Both legs were sheathed in black nylon, sleek and elegant. A pair of stiletto high heels donned her feet. A spreader bar kept her legs wide apart and forced her right foot back to the floor.

The bedroom door opened behind her. Once again, Carina entered. She struck a pose – a smirk upon her face. Black lingerie contrasted her rich auburn hair. She crossed her black satin, opera gloved arms. A black satin bustier displayed the swells of her breasts. Underneath a pair of black nylon pantyhose, there was the clear shape of a black satin thong.

"This will be your last session," Carina declared. "It will complete your transformation. She opened the top dresser drawer and retrieved a strap-on dildo and a vial. After opening the vial, she filled the penis with the vial's milky contents. "Imagine how long it took for a tough Chicago kid like me to learn to suck cock. Every night I get to go out dancing or to the theater. But at the end, I always spend the night on my back with my knees spread. Some guy humps me until I have had at least five orgasms. Lana made sure of that." She screwed on the cap and inserted the dildo through the harness ring.

She wrapped the dildo harness around her waist and drew the crotch strap between her thighs. Reaching behind her back, she tightened the straps until the dick jutted out before her. She strutted over and stood behind Chaz.

"This last dose will seal your transformation. Once you're transformed, you can never change back. She grabbed Chaz's bottom with both hands. "Here something you don't know. The drug also amplifies your pheromones. Every guy and girl is going to want this. It's like candy. They just can't get enough."

She grasped her faux cock and worked Chaz's panties down around her thighs. Gazing at Chaz's face in the mirror, she rammed her cock into Chaz. She held onto Chaz's hips and declared, "Here you go, a one way trip into panties."

Chaz arched her back and grimaced. The wide girth and long shaft filled her body in obscene ways. Carina savored the grimace on Chaz's face and the tension of her body. She looked down and saw the black rod disappear inside Chaz's pelvis. "There you go baby. You'll be bending over for cock from now on."

"Mmmnnn," Chaz mewed in agony and shook her head. She grimaced and twisted her body. When Carina's hips met her bottom, she snorted in a few gasps of air. Carina slid her right hand down between Chaz's legs. She pressed the aqua slip between Chaz's legs, palming her sex. Carina then began to pump her hips.

"Oh my god, this feels so good." The neural dildo connected to Carina's neural pathways. "It feels so great to be inside a woman again. This thing almost makes it feel like I have my dick back."

Carina began to pump her hips faster. Wet slaps filled the air. "Your pussy is so wet," she groaned. Chaz rocked back and forth. Her breasts swung like a pair of fleshy pendulums.

Snorts came out of Chaz with each new impact to her ass. The cock pumped faster, harder, and deeper. "That's it you little bitch. Take me inside you." Carina closed her eyes and in that moment imagined she was a guy. "Give it to me you little bitch." Chaz groaned and tensed. Her body trembled with an orgasm. Carina's cock flexed and cum exploded from the tip. "Oh my god," she gasped and pumped deep into Chaz.

Chaz whimpered and shook her head. "Oh yes," Carina declared. "That's it. It is panties and a bra for you from now on. The drug is sealing your body as I speak. You'll be bending over for the rest of your life."

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Chaz's thoughts became scattered and mudded. She felt a butt-plug push into her ass and dildo into her vagina. Next her panties were pulled up and a chastity crotch strap dug deep into her crevice.

Carina released Chaz's legs from the spreader bar only to bind them together with leather straps. She then lowered the cable holding up Chaz's arms. She pushed the girl over onto the bed and secured a tether from the foot rail to Chaz's ankles.

Carina placed a mind warp headset on Chaz's temples. The device reprogrammed the brain in the final stage. Carina flipped the switch activating it. Chaz mewed and twisted. Her brain felt as if it was melting.

Carina smirked and primped Chaz's locks. "When you wake up, you'll be a brand new girl." She turned off the lights and strutted from the room.


Epilogue

Carina descended the grand staircase of the Castle. The light gleamed off her PVC skirt suit. The pencil skirt hugged her black nylon sheathed legs, and the jacket form fitted her large chest. The black material added a dramatic contrast to her rich red hair that cascaded down her shoulders. She tugged on a pair of wrist gloves.

Chaz waited for her in the foyer. Her cobalt, accordion pleated miniskirt draped over a clit leash. The leash handle was looped over a silver slave hook on the wall. Chaz mewed and squirmed. Her crimson lips were sealed around a fat ball-gag. A cobalt blue satin bustier displayed her breasts like a pair of ripe melons. Around her neck she wore a black leather collar and a matching set around her wrist. Her wrists were locked behind her back. A black satin choker and diamond earrings added a submissive and classy touch.

Carina paused and inspected Chaz. She stretched Chaz's miniskirt. A black latex garter belt and panties adorned her. A silver clit chain emerged through a small slit in the front. It was this that was the leash clipped to. Carina turned the girl's side to her and ran her hand over Chaz's bottom. She pressed two fingers between Chaz's silk covered ass cheeks and pressed on the base of her butt-plug. Chaz drew up her right leg, snapping her ankle cuff and hobble chain tight. "Excellent, we need to get you to work. You have a busy day."

She led the girl out through the massive double doors of 'The Castle'. A limousine waited out in front. The driver was a study in latex. It covered her head to toe. Not a single bit of skin was exposed. A severe, hard plastic PVC corset sculpted her waist, and a chastity strap molded her pussy into a rubber camel toe. The driver held the door open and waited.

Chaz reclined in a makeup chair. The ball gag was gone but not far away. It resided within Carina's purse. The cuffs were unlocked but remained on her wrists and ankles. The leather collar was decorated with Lana Thorn's coat of arms, a signature of her ownership.

The stylist passed a makeup wand over Chaz's face. She applied a fresh layer of cosmetics. Chaz's eye shadow was blue; her cheeks were blushed, and her lips were a juicy crimson. The girl primped Chaz's blonde locks.

Carina watched from the shadows. Chaz arose from her chair. She tugged at the hem of her meager miniskirt. The slightest movement flashed her glossy panty gusset.

Her high heels clacked on the tile floor. Black thigh-high boots added an erotic flair to her legs. Her hips swayed rolling her ass cheeks. Jackie gave her the three minute warning sign. Chaz took a seat behind the anchor desk and turned to face the camera.

"Hello everyone, I'm Chaz Alston and this is Entertainment Nightly News. The brilliant inventor and VR pioneer, Lana Thorn, has introduced yet another theme park. For a small fee, guests will be able to star in a classic movie. 'Casablanca', 'Star Wars', and 'Lord of the Rings' are small sample of the available titles. Guests can be either the hero or villain."

"Remember, we also broadcast in VR. You can meet me and the entire staff of Entertainment Nightly News this week in 1930s Chicago, 'The Gangland World'. I'll be a gun moll for infamous mobster Al Capone. Come in and join the fun with me and all the others." She made a gun gesture with her hands. "Be sure and bring your roscoe...."

"Be sure and bring your roscoe...."

Monique turned off the TV and purred. She sunk into a plush chair with a look of bliss upon her face. She combed her fingers through her curly platinum locks and cooed. Her thick thighs were spread wide, gathering her floral skirt up to her waist.

Short, boy-cut black locks jostled about between Monique's legs. Sarah licked, sucked, and fluttered Monique's sex. Her tongue circled the clitoris, traced down one lip, and then traced up the other. She probed deep, pressing her nose to Monique's sex. Her tongue licked in long, slow laps.

"Umm," Monique sighed. She reached down and grabbed a pneumatic bulb. It was attached to a tube, which in turn led back to Sarah's rubber covered ass cheeks. She squeezed twice and a couple of hisses came from the bulb. Sarah whimpered and wiggled her rubber cheeks. Her entire body was covered in glossy black rubber, and ballet boots held her feet en-point.

Monique picked up the other bulb. She gave it three short squeezes. A muffled yelp came from Sarah's mouth planted between Monique's legs. Sarah squirmed, but wide straps pinned her thighs together. The straps held Sara's legs tight. Her arms were bound in a straight jacket, wrapped tight around her torso.

From off the lamp stand, Monique picked up a remote control. She pressed a red button. Sarah jumped and sped up her licks. A chorus of hums erupted from her bottom and sex. At the press of another button, Sarah whimpered. Dual hums came from her rubber covered breasts.

Across the room, there stood a tall, vertical cage with wide metal slats. Suzie stood in a cage. She wore a white and pink silk corset and panties. A pink ball gag filled her mouth and matching leather monosleeve bound her arms behind her. Wires emerged from a leg hole, and the pink silk gusset stretched over a clit vibrator cap. Gentle hums kept her vagina hot and wet, ready for use. She whimpered and tested the straps binding her white nylon sheathed legs.

Jackie exited the kitchen and carried two glasses of red wine. One she handed to Monique, and from the other, she took a sip. "Thank you sweetie," Monique cooed and then sucked in a breath. "Oh ... lick right there." Sarah's tongue slipped over the pink slick vaginal wall and teased it.

"I think she's ovulating," Jackie said. She stood before Suzie's cage. "We should inseminate her soon." She reached through the slats and patted Suzie's stomach. "Little Becky needs a sister." Suzie whimpered and shook her curly locks 'no'. Jackie's hand slipped around to Suzie's pink silk covered bottom and squeezed her left ass cheek. "A ripe slave girl like you needs to be plucked while she's in season." She pressed a switch mounted to a black box on the wall. Milky cum flowed up a clear plastic tube. It flowed through the tube and underneath the pink gusset of Suzie's panties. "There we go. You should be pregnant in no time."

Tammy Edgemont lay face down and bent over the sofa back. Her rubber ass cheeks were thrust up into the air. Like Sarah, she was covered head to toe in glossy black rubber. Straps bound her legs together and a black PVC straight jacket pinned her arms across her chest.

Jackie moved behind Tammy. She cinched down tight the leather straps of a dildo harness. She took a sip of wine and then set it on a table. Her hand traced down the rubber tube of an inflatable butt-plug. Finding the silver valve, she released it with a hiss. "Ummnn," Tammy whimpered in relief. The plug had filled her rubber ass to capacity. Jackie worked the massive plug in circles and drew the plug from Tammy's bottom.

Tammy's relief was short lived. Jackie used both hands and pried Tammy's heart-shaped rubber ass cheeks apart. She nudged her hips forward and pushed the bulbous tip of her dildo through Tammy's puckering rubber anus. The black shaft plunged into Tammy's ass and disappeared from sight. After grasping Tammy's hips, Jackie drew back and thrust her pelvis. Tammy's head bobbed in the air. This whipped her platinum blonde ponytail around her glossy black hood. A tiny groan escaped her rubber sealed lips.

The vid-phone rang and Jackie answered it. "Hello Lana, it's good to see you." Tammy's body bobbed up and down, her ponytail whipping about. Breathy snorts matched the beat of Jackie's thrusts. "What can I do for you?"

"It's good to see you too," Lana replied. "I won't keep you. I can see that you're training a slave girl."

"She's just a little play toy I picked up from work. Go on a head." Jackie kept pumping her hips, thrusting her cock into Tammy's rubber ass.

"Our Nielsen ratings are up another 10%. I think we need to take the show global. The European continent is poised for our VR platform and games." Lana smirked. "I have a number of orders in the Pacific Rim for European girls. China is hungry for blonde, blue-eyed sluts."

"I agree. The show is doing wonderful, and the public loves Chaz." Jackie plunged her cock deep into Tammy's ass with a smack. The impact jarred Tammy's body. Jackie tossed back her head and sucked in a tiny breath. Synthetic cum flowed from her cock, and it streamed into Tammy's bottom. She licked her lips and caught her breath. "Can you program Chaz to speak other languages?"

"Of course, it's not a problem. I'll have my people get right on it. All it takes is a little down load into her brain. I'll speak with you later." The vid-phone went blank.

Jackie drew her dildo from Tammy's ass. She picked up the plug and wormed it between Tammy's cheeks. With a firm push, she shoved it back into Tammy's ass. The girl threw back her head and moaned. Hisses came from the plug as it once again filled her rubber covered bottom. A loud 'SMACK' came from Tammy's ass when Jackie slapped it with both hands. She jiggled Tammy's cheeks; "You're turning into quite the little ass slut."

At Jackie's approach, Monique tilted her head up and stretched back. The lovers kissed and Jackie's hand caressed Monique's breasts. "Be sure and put your toy away before you come to bed."

"I think I'll come to bed now," Monique purred with a stretch. She balled up a pair of her black silk panties in her right hand. Her left hand grabbed a fist full of Sarah's short black locks. She yanked Sarah's head back, popping her mouth open wide. She stuffed the panties into Sarah's mouth. Hood after hood covered Sarah's head and sealed her in black silence. Using her heel, Monique shoved Sarah backward. The girl tumbled onto the floor.

Using a remote control, a cable lowered from the ceiling. She hooked it to Sarah's feet and then pressed 'retract'. The girl was dragged up by her ankles until she hung upside down in the air. She was hoisted up and into a stasis tube. When the doors shut and locked, Monique looked up and commented, "At least something good came from that Mission to Mars program."

Simone Marcel was, "put out to pasture," literally. When not in the pasture, she pulled a handsome-cab, pony-girl carriage through the realty and virtual Castle Entertainment Park. Tourist and lovers enjoyed long slow rides as she clip-clopped through winding country roads.

Reggie stood before a vid-phone. The light gleamed off her black leather pencil skirt and white silk blouse. The skirt stretched around her shapely thighs and round ass cheeks, while the silk blouse tented around her tear-drop shaped breasts. "Hello, my name is Reggie. Welcome to 'The Castle'...."

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