You get distracted.

Just about every part of you tells you that you need to escape. Your cock is throbbing from the milking, your ass is sore from the constant fucking, and just about every muscle in your body hurts. Yet there is a little itch in your ass that you just can't scratch, and you can't help but think that a big fat cock would be able to reach it. “Fuck what is wrong with me.” You say with a little laugh, as you replay the events that got you here. Wriggling you discover that you were correct in your earlier thought that he didn't hook you up as well as he thought. If you had your boost you are sure that you could break free easily, yet even without it you are pretty sure you can get yourself free. Knowing you also lied as to where the prototype you stole is, you are pretty sure at some point they are going to come back and kill you. Pulling and shaking you manage to dislodge the hook above you and you flop down on the bed. A little more struggling, twisting, and pulling and before you know it your hands are finally free. “Yes!”

Sure it might not be the smartest or most important thing, but your now slightly more slender hands shoot up and take hold of your now much more ample breasts. “So strange.” Is all you can say, but as you tug the little hoop piercings in your long suckable nipples, you can't help but bite your lower lip in delight. The attention causes a couple other things, your cock is quickly raging hard, and you would be lying if you weren't sure that your ass seems to pucker and long for attention as well. “No way I am going to just sit here masturbating till I get caught.” Letting go of your breasts almost seems like a crime, but you have to take off the mask. Reaching back you struggle till you find the zipper that is holding it tight. Careful not to yank out your hair you unzip the mask, and finally it isn't as tight on your head. But a naughty little thought creeps in your head, and before you take off the mask, the tight latex hugging your face and blocking your sight and hearing, you hands slide down your body as you slide down onto your stomach, the soft silk of the sheets caressing your breasts, till your fingers find their way into your asshole. Hooking the two middle fingers on your right hand into your hole you pull up and a low moan creeps slowly out of your mouth. Tugging and twisting you just can't stop, your other hand slides up till you hook your finger in the ring in your right nipple, twisting it you make yourself wince, and just like that your other hand slides past the knuckles, you have your fist up your own ass. Pulling and probing your attention is so wrapped up in fist fucking yourself you don't even hear the door open and the only thing that lets you know you have take far to long is a sharp prick of a needle pierce your ass cheek and in an instant you are ****.

Blinking, your eyes are finally assaulted by a bright light overhead, turning your head you blink again and see a metal cabinet with glass doors holding what you are sure are various cybernetics. Reaching up, well trying to reach up to shield your eyes, reveals your hands to be locked with leather straps. Struggling you squirm and it soon becomes apparent you are on a flat cold metal table. Straining you pull up your head and look around, you seem to be in some kind of lab or something. You also seem to either be alone, or anyone else in the room are remaining out of sight and being very silent. Your body feels very strange also, looking down you can just tell something is off, you can't feel your cock. You are strapped down pretty well but you can twist and turn and bend your torso down enough to see that it isn't there, you don't see any hair down there and you can't be positive but it seems pretty obvious you have a pussy. As you move and twist you also can sort of hear and feel you now have several piercings as well, but as you can't see them, and all you can really feel with is your tongue, all you know for sure is there is some jingling in your ears, and you have a hoop in the center of your nose, a bar from right to left below your lower lip that feels like two little knobs but inside of your mouth you can feel the bar below your bottom teeth, and a barbell in your tongue. “Fuck me, now what?” You ask the air, looking around for any sign of, well anything.

You struggle for a bit more before slumping down and sort of giving up. That is when you spot something, it isn't exactly the same interface as before, as this is a little box icon in the lower right of your field of vision, but it tells you that while the woman did take your cyberarm, and who knows what else, you do still have a computer in your head. As you are tied down pretty securely you figure you might as well fuck around with it. Looking at the icon till it lights up you think for it to do something, but nothing happens. “Umm, On.” You say quietly, and as you do you feel a slight vibration in your throat. The little box instantly grows to fill your view, you can still clearly see through it, but it does completely encompass all you can see. Flashing your eyes left and right you see several prompts spring out of the sides of your vision like menus. Scrolling down to the bottom left corner you find one that simply says diagnostic, figuring that is as good as a place as any, you highlight it and quietly whisper, run.

Most of what it does is pretty technical and meaningless, but it does run a test routine that lets you know exactly what cyberwear you now have. It lists: Chipwear socket with 2 data ports that must be somewhere on your head you can neither see or feel, complete with something called a brain dance enhancement. Eyes with night vision, camera, flare compensation, and interface link. Ears with audio recording, amplification, and dampening. What sounds like a rather large memory storage, obviously for all the recordings, but seems to be like any other computer and able to be used for pretty much anything. Scanning over the memory you do see you have quite the reference library for all sorts of sexual positions, a list of mixed drinks complete with illustrations, as well as a quite extensive set of maps. Last it doesn't exactly tell you what it does but it does check on the status of your enhanced healing nanites, reinforced skinweave with enhanced elasticity option, and you also still seem to have your enhanced musculature and reinforced skeleton as it checks on their status as well. Last it gives you a glimmer of hope, it lists strengthened nails.

“I guess that is something.” Digging in, you try to see if you can cut through the leather bindings on your wrists. You are a little surprised that no one comes into the room you are in, perhaps they expected you to be out longer, or just overconfident, but as the band finally snaps holding your right hand, you get the first real glimmer of hope of getting out of here alive. Assuming you can get out of this room that is. It takes far less time to free yourself as all you have to do is unbuckle all of the straps. Finally free you drop to the floor as you land you are now sure you are way shorter than before, “How is that...” You begin to ask, but stop with a smile as you remind yourself where you are after all. Looking at the side of a very polished metal case you are able to see what you now look like. While you are still an elf and still very thin, you are only about 5'5” or so, with sexy c cup breasts that look sort of large considering your slight frame, with somewhat longish nipples that have about half inch diameter silver rings piercing them. Your navel is pierced by a shiny barbell as is your tongue and upper right ear. Your ears aren't quite as pointed as before, and have two hoops in each earlobe as well as a larger hole about a quarter of an inch or so with a black and white plug in it. Your face is also pierced with what you felt with your tongue already as well as 2 studs in your right eyebrow, and one in the bridge of your nose. Last and most ****, sort of, are the two jacks they put in your head, right behind your left ear that sort of look like plugs for a stereo. To do all the work they also seem to have shaved your head on either side, but someone apparently decided to style the rest as you now have a sort of bushy about 3” long mohawk that is dark blue at the base but lightens to a blue tinted blonde by the end of the hair strands, it also hangs a bit longer in the back to just about your shoulder blades. Someone has also taken the time to give you rather sexy looking dark eyeshadow with a hint of blue, and all of your nails have been colored black and shiny. Your lips however in sort of contrast with the rest are a wet looking shade of sexy pink. Standing there you are also very aware that you are completely naked.

With a quick look around it seems every metal case here is locked tight, and after hitting the glass and scratching at it, you figure if you had a day or so you might be able to gain access, but as that seems unlikely you turn your attention to things you can get your hands on. Jamming your fingernail in a lock you are able to pry open the 5 drawers in a desk and in the first 4 you really don't find anything useful other than a very sharp looking, albeit tiny, knife, and a syringe full of lime green liquid you have absolutely no idea what it could be, but you take it none the less. The last one, on the bottom, proves to be a bit more interesting, it holds a rather small revolver. Checking you find it isn't loaded, but there are two speed loaders beside it that are, 6 shots each, that you see are .327 magnum as you use the first to load the gun. Pulling it up you also see that a nice little dot appears in your field of vision indicating where it is pointing, which is a tiny bit funny as while you are loading it you point it at your leg for a second and the little dot is replaced by a little warning symbol. This also prompts a little icon in the left of your display that is called a “Friendlies” list. “Cool.” You say quietly. Palming the bullets, syringe, and tiny knife in your left hand you take the gun in your right and make your way over to the only door that leads out of here. Quietly and cautiously you click the handle open and peek just a crack to see if there is anyone outside. The door opens into a hallway that extends in either direction. Listening and amplifying the noise levels you are able to hear many people down the left hall, including the madam of the place, but they are far enough you can't make out what they are saying. To the right you can only hear two voices, apparently a pair of men bitching about how much they hate standing at the back door, that then turns into one telling the other how he scored last night. “Fuck.” You whisper, as you realize either direction could easily get you captured. Unless you are missing something.