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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.

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.

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.

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