You question her.

Picking up the leg spreader an idea comes to mind and you take hold of it and give it a twist to snap the lock free. Sadly nothing happens, no boost of adrenaline, no heightened strength, nothing. “What?” You say quietly and pull up your computer interface. All you get in reply is a blinking red error message then “Systems offline.” Turning to the girl you pull the little pistol and demand, “What did you do to me?” Then it dawns on you and you add, “The bath.”

“I'm sorry they made me do it. Don't shoot.” She whimpers.

“So now what. She turns me over to the people chasing me?” You demand still wagging the little gun in her face.

“I don't know she doesn't tell me any details. I am just supposed to disable your enhancements then tie you up. Someone is coming up the stairs any minute. You have to be tied up or they will kill me. Please just do it. They won't kill you I'm sure of it. On the net it says they need something from you, so they need you alive right. Just let me tie you up and you can get away. Please.” She clutches her hands begging you.

“Fucking hell. Fine. Lets do this, but don't latch the cuffs all the way so I can get free, or I blow your pretty little head off.” Jabbing her with the gun you add, “Got it?”

“Yes ma'am.” She answers meekly and sets to binding you up. She starts with the gag, and the second it is in your mind tells you that you are very soon going to be sucking a cock, but you push that thought aside as she continues with a collar and leash around your neck. Next she puts on the ankle cuffs, but the locks on the leg spreaders are pushed in place but not latched. The wrist cuffs are closed around your hands so they look tight but you can easily slip free. Then as the door clicks you tuck the gun under the pillow and loop the chain over the hook overhead so you look nice and helpless as the door opens. To your surprise, however, at the last moment she pulls a crank and the hook overhead pulls upward till your knees are just barely on the mattress. As your body twists you realize your plan might not work after all, as this pulls the cuffs just enough to make your plan of slipping free a little more difficult. The clacking of her high heels quickly exit the room, and instantly the sound is replaced by the sound of 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.” What the hell you recognize that man’s voice from somewhere. Then as you feel a rough hand grab your breast from behind you realize who it is. “Where is the prototype?” You hear the German guard say from behind you.

“Glaaaa.” You do little more than yell an ugly noise into the gag. Not sure how you are going to get away from someone you know is very skilled.

His strong hand runs down your back before he reaches up the back of your skirt and rips your thong free. “What you don't know right now is that you are going to tell me where the prototype is. All that remains to be seen is if it will be before or after I have made you my little bitch.” He lets you squirm and try to speak for a few seconds biting against the gag and slobbering down your chin. You can't help but let out a little gasp as you feel his middle finger enter your ass and work in some kind of thick liquid. “Then you give me ****.” Your mind can’t help wonder why he used lubricant if he was torturing you but as you feel his massive cock push into your ass you are thankful for it. The feeling is unlike anything you have ever felt and you strain to scream and fight to get away but soon you realize how useless it is as you feel his sack brush against you 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 horror as the dial jumps slowly to 10. When it hits 7 you feel your cock bursting outward hard as a rock, 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.

‘Oh, why is this so good. Fuck.’ You think to yourself as you catch yourself grinding your ass back into him with each thrust. “Oh yes!” You hear yourself say as he rolls your nipples in his fingers, his hands clamped onto your tits like a vice. Very quickly he is able to coax out a second load of cum from your untouched cock by slamming home into your hungry asshole over and over again. Finally after what you are sure is nearly an hour of constant fucking he begins to slow his pace.

“Do you want to taste it?” You hear him ask.

“Yes, god yes.” Your mind says and you are pretty sure you say it out loud, but with the gag you aren't sure how clear it is, but he either knows you want it or hears your answer as your ass is suddenly empty. You hear the click of the winch being set free and your body drops down. He takes hold of your hair to turn you, but you don't need any coaxing. As soon as your hands dip down you slip out of the cuffs, spin around on him, and yank the gag from your mouth. Now with the gag around your neck next to the leash you eagerly take hold of his cock and gulp it down your throat like a practiced porn star. You aren't sure who is more surprised as you suck and bob on his still hard cock, but he is content to rest his hand on your head and let it happen till he lets loose a torrent of cum that fills your mouth, squirts out the sides around his cock and runs down your throat and chin. Finally the spray stops and you pull back, rocking back on your heels till your well fucked ass hits the bed, your knees pointing at the ceiling, as your nimble body is now nearly sitting on your feet. Looking up at him both of you are again surprised as you say, “Oh hell. Lets do that again.” Reaching down you hook a finger in your ass and lie back on your back, pointing your gaping asshole at him.

He stares at you stunned. “Tell me where it is.” He demands as if on script. Clearly not prepared for how this turned out. But as he glances down to your ass you are sure he is contemplating fucking you again. “I see this isn't working.” He says after standing there staring for several moments. He then pulls a huge pistol, points it at you and demands, “Tell me now you fucking whore!” But as you now have your feet up in the air, spreader bar and all, and your finger firmly planted in your ass, moaning, he just shakes his head in frustration and walks out the door.

“Heh, heh. He didn't expect that.” You say with a laugh.