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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.

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.

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."

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