Free at last.

You make your move, relying on the distraction of her orgasm and your elven speed and dexterity to subdue the stronger woman. Before she realises her peril Abigail's right wrist is already buckled tightly to the armrest. She attempts to push you away with her left hand, but you throw all your weight onto her arm and **** it back down and secure it. She struggles frantically, her impressive muscles cording as she tries to rip free from the straps. They hold firm though, designed by Abi herself to restrain even the strongest character in cyberworld.

"You fucking stupid little slut." Abigail fumes. "I'll slice your fucking tits off for this."

She fights you all the way, kicking out at you and cursing like a dockworker as you wrestle her into position and fasten the other buckles around her thrashing body. By the time the last strap is secured you're physically exhausted from the struggle. Abigail glares at you hatefully from the chair, a string of vile threats pouring from her mouth.

"You know what? You talk too much." You tell her. "I think you need shutting up."

You manouvre the probe arm and direct it at Abi's mouth. She twists her head aside and you have to grab her chin and **** it back into position. You activate the probe and Abigail is obliged to open her mouth to prevent the metal dildo from smashing it's way in through her teeth. The tech's throat bulges grotesquely as the dildo fills her gullet and at last her sick promises of retribution are stifled.

"There, that's much better." You tell her. "Now I can concentrate."

You study her bound form and set your chameleon nanites to work, morphing you into Abigail's doppleganger. Helping yourself to Abi's high heels and hairbands, you finish dressing and arrange your hair in the twin pigtail style favoured by your captive. You check your appearence using the bottom of a chromed tray as a mirror.

"Far too butch and skanky for my liking." You complain, tauntingly. "Still beggers can't be choosers I suppose. Just one final touch needed"

You remove Abigail's nipple rings and wince as you push them through your own flesh, piercing the thick reddened nipples of your new form. You search the lab for weapons and manage to find a laser scalpal and the hypospray that Abigail used to render you **** earlier. You slip them into the pocket of the labcoat and turn to your prisoner.

"Of course I realise that you intend to log off as soon as I leave the room." You tell her with a grin. "Lucky for me that your stupid boasting provides the remedy for that."

Picking up one of the test tubes you were shown earlier you uncap it and look at Abigail's pussy with a smile. She guesses your intention and renews her futile struggling,her muffled screams thankfully rendered unintelligable by the dildo lodged her mouth. The continuous fucking of her enhanced throat has effected Abigail almost as much as it did you and her pussy is twitching helplessly, gaping open and shut like a fish gasping for breath on a riverbank. You push the open end of the test tube into her spasm wracked quim and watch the milky liquid drain into her.

"That should keep you here till I get clear." You smirk. "Be good while I'm gone."

You exit the room and find the door leads into another laboratory. You press the laser scalpal against the card swipe slot and are rewarded with a small shower of sparks as the door fuses shut. On a nearby table a laptop computer shows the interior of the room you just exited. Abigail must have watched you on this while you were ****. You turn it off and hide it away from sight. You ponder your next move and decide that your best option is to simply leave the brothel disguised as Abigail. Once clear of the building you can find another player and convince them to log out of cyberworld and alert the authorities.

The next door you go through leads into a hall and at the end is an elevator. Smiling to yourself you walk over and enter it, pressing the button for the ground floor. All you have to do now is walk straight out the door and your home free. The elevator stops and the door slides open, standing right in front of it is Mr Big and a slim blonde woman. You recognise her instantly as the woman from The magical voyages VR lounge, evidently she modelled her game avatar on her real life appearence. This must be Big's chick as Abi had put it, the gang's inside woman in the VR company.

"Ahh, Abi." Big says with a sickening smile. "We were just about to call for you. Sarah is here to make the first of the cash transfers. Come with us, we'll need the details of your offshore account for your split."