You try to quit the game.

You decide that enough is enough. You were prepared for the fact that you couldn't be in control all the time, but this is going too far. If this VR world is so good at recreating pleasure what must being tortured feel like? You've had a unique experiance playing a female but now it's time to quit and maybe start afresh as a male.

"OK, that's it I quit." Nothing happens and you try again a little more desperately. "Computer I quit, log off. End program."

"Oh dear, it seems someone didn't read the game manual." Big's damn smile is wider than ever. He obviously finds your distress highly amusing. "You can't log out from the game whilst interaction between players is in progress."

"Manual?" You exclaim increduously. "The blonde chick at the mall never said anything about a fucking manual."

This meant Mr Big could keep you here for days in game time and be free to do whatever he wanted with you. Now you're seriously frightened, this bastard has you totally helpless. Abigail steps up beside her boss, looking extremely annoyed.

"Can we cut this out of character crap Big?." She complains. "It's seriously killing the buzz for me. If this slut won't shut her fucking mouth we could gag her. I have one just here in my toybox."

"Patience Abi." Mr Big chides his companion. "Our guest is obviously a newbie. I'm sure she wasn't being rude on purpose."

So Abigail is a player too. You try to think this through, any mention of the real world seems to antagonise them. It's likely anything else you say will simply make things even worse for yourself. The best idea seems to be to return to character and tough this situation out. Hopefully in time they'll either kill you or an opportunity for escape will come.

"I'm just a hired killer Big." You tell the mobster. "**** won't gain you any information. I've never even met the people that issued the contract."

"Oh I believe you." Big replies, both he and Abigail seeming to relax slightly now that you're acting in character. "There are other considerations however. You broke into my home, killed three of my men and left poor Ramona chained to a bed for over two hours. You've challanged my authority and I need to demonstrate to my organisation that I'm in control here."

Big gives a signal to Abigail and the tech starts to unpack video equipment from a case and set up camaras directed at you. Once these are in place she lays a table out with various whips and paddles, dildoes and electronic devices whose function you don't want to guess at.

"Have you ever wanted to be a star Fox?" Mr Big asks, gesturing at the camaras. "Once edited to show my best side I'll transmit our time together to my employees comm units as if it is live video feed. You will be graphic proof of how all who oppose me can be broken. You've had a taste of the pleasure I can administer. By alternating that pleasure with pain and humiliation I will break your will. Before long you will be totally subservient and **** to submit to me in the hope that you can feel my cock inside you again. When my minions and enemies see the once proud Fox grovelling at my feet and begging to be my fucktoy, they will know that to resist me is futile."

It's absolutely clear now that Big has serious meglomania issues, you'd almost expected his speech to end with a dramatically raised fist and maniacal laughter. This was after all still your first day as an assassin and a video of you asking to be fucked was hardly going to prove anything to anyone. Mr Big could well be correct about his ability to break you though. You'd already passed up the opportunity to kill him because you wanted to feel that cybercock shafting you and that was before any threat of ****.

"Shall we begin?" The madman asks you rhetorically. "Start off slowly I think, maybe a paddling of that gloriously ripe bottom to make you squeal. We musn't forget Abigail's fun either, I'm sure she'd enjoy to fuck your ass with a strap on once it's suitably red and stinging."