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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?"

"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.

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