Go back upstairs.

“This is so stupid. What am I doing?” You ask yourself as you race back up the stairs and into the room, but part of you kind of wants to see how this all plays out. The girl, Amber, looks at you stunned as you come back in. She opens her mouth to ask you a question but you cut her off, “Nope no questions. You are going to do whatever you were told to do, but leave my hands loose so I can get free. Got it.” Pointing your little gun at her face as you say the last two words.

“I got it.” She says meekly. Reaching down she pulls up a red ball gag with a black strap.

“Lets do this.” You say, put the ball in your mouth and she pulls it tight. Next she puts on the collar and leash. She follows this with the ankle cuffs with the spreader bar. This causes you to have a little trouble maintaining your balance but you keep upright. Last she pulls on the wrist cuffs, but as instructed she clips them tight around the widest point of your hands so you can easily slip out of them. Just before she finishes you tuck your little single shot gun under the pillow. The chain is then looped over a hook and after pulling a crank you are spun 180 degrees now facing away from the door and flopped face down on the bed. She then turns another crank and you are hoisted upright above the bed till you are basically on your knees leaning slightly forward which makes it rather uncomfortable. You then hear her leave. No sooner does she leave than you hear 2 sets of footsteps enter the room.

“See I promised you that you would be pleased.” You hear the madam say to someone.

“Perfect, I will wire the money to your account as promised.” The German guard grabs your breast from behind before asking, “Where is the prototype?”

Of course the gag cuts off any reply but you play along and mumble something for his benefit, wiggle a bit, and try to act like you can't get free.

“Stupid girl.” He reaches up the back of your skirt and rips your thong free. “That bath turned off any and all of your offensive cybernetic enhancements. You will tell me where it is now or after I have made you my bitch.”

'Holy shit this dude is gonna fuck me.' You think to yourself as you once again bite and slobber on the gag. In your pants you feel a little tremor. 'No way I am getting hard from this.' You think further, but there it is, the soft fabric rubbing against your cock and his rough hand on your tit is definitely getting you hard. Suddenly it all gets a bit more intense as you feel his middle finger enter your ass and work in some kind of thick liquid. 'He is totally lubing up my ass, to fuck me.' You mind is both shocked and sort of curious at what is happening. Part of you says, 'Okay it is time, pull your hands free, grab the gun and pop this dude in the skull, the other part, well, it is just sorta going with it, and winning.

“Then you give me ****.” He says at last before you feel his massive cock push into your ass. The feeling is unlike anything you have ever felt and of course you pull and tug on the chains to make him think you are trying to get away but all you really accomplish is pushing back into him till his sack pushes against your ass as his entire 12” length is buried up your ass. Then you feel a little jolt as he stabs a tiny electrode into your neck. You see in your little view screen the control for your tactile boost appear and without your control you look on in suprise as the dial jumps slowly to 10. When it hits 7 you feel your cock start dripping cum, as it climbs past 8 to 9 he begins rocking in and out of you slowly, finally as it hits 10 a loud moan escapes your lips and you unleash a gout of cum into the skirt and begin hammering back into him panting with each thrust as you are rocked again and again with the most **** fuck you have ever experienced.

'Fucking hell this is awesome.' You think to yourself as you retrace the events that brought you to this point as you slam back into him matching him blow for blow as he fucks your ass now much faster with shorter strokes. He has his hands clamped onto your tits and is pinching and pulling the nipples. Impossibly you feel yourself blast a second load as he finally begins to slow his pace.

“Do you want to taste it?”

“Fuck yes.” You yell into the gag and your head bobs up and down, sure the gag makes the words little more than garbled nothing, but the overall answer is quite obviously positive. Then again he might have even cared what your answer was as he pulls out and stand up in front of you. You hear the click of the winch and your face lowers down to his level and he snaps the gag free and pushes his meat into your mouth. You find to your surprise and delight that you like the taste and gulp down eagerly taking him down your throat. He grabs your head and fucks your throat for so long you feel your internal air supply fill your lungs with air several times. Finally he erupts with a fury causing your stomach to fill and a blast of cum to spray out your nose. “Now where is the prototype?” He asks holding your face.

“I can't quite remember. Fuck me again and maybe it will come to me.” You answer with a huge grin on your face.

“You think this is funny bitch!” He yells and thrusts his cock at your face. You open your mouth to take it in again but to your surprise he stops an inch short and simply begins pissing into your waiting hole. You are honestly not sure who is more surprised as you gulp it down eagerly. He seems honestly unsure of what to do next and steps off the bed. “Tell me where it is or I kill you.” He threatens next.

Laughing you say, “Oh ya, then you never find it. Nice try. Come on just fuck me again, that was awesome.” You can see on his face he has no idea what to do, he clearly expected the threat of sex to work. Pulling the gag back on your mouth he silences further comment. Paces back and forth for a few seconds before slapping you across the face, hard. All you do is moan, which causes him to almost fall backward a step. Exasperated he leaves the room to think.

Alone and feeling happy with yourself you are not exactly sure how any of that helps you to escape.