No' you're still in the game.

First there is darkness, then the murmer of voices. They sound far off and indistinct as if you are swimming underwater. Then you become aware of the pain in your wrists and shoulders which seem to be above you. You tilt your head back and make the effort to open your eyes. Blinking to bring focus you are presented with two worrying facts. Firstly, the dusty blue grey of your skin means you have reverted to your original dark elven character whilst ****. Secondly and far more frightening is the fact that your wrists are secured in padded cuffs attached to each end of a three foot steel bar. A chain runs from the centre of the bar to a winch set in the ceiling. You try to stand to relieve the ache in your limbs and find that your feet barely reach the floor, only by standing on tiptoes can you take the weight from your arms.

"The bitch is awake Mr Big." A woman's voice calls out from directly in front of you.

You look down to find a tall, attractive dark haired woman dressed in a lab coat right in your face. Her pretty looks are marred somewhat by the angry scowl directed at you. She holds a palm sized scanner in one hand attached by a cord to a silvery, cylindrical probe about eight inches long and an inch thick. Waving the probe in front of your body she reads the results on the palm unit.

"Heightened senses and reflexes." She reports, tossing her head angrily and making the twin pigtails she has bob."Chameleon ability is passive. She could assume the appearance of a troll, but her strength would remain unaltered and pathetically weak."

The woman lowers the probe with a smile and before you realise her intention rams it up your pussy. The cybermuscles react on reflex to accomodate the sudden intrusion. The young woman sneers maliciously at the look of indignant shock on your face.

"Basic model vaginal enhancement." The tech reads. "Increased muscle control and lubrication. No offensive capability."

The woman walks behind you,revealing Mr Big sat in a chair a few feet away. The usual mocking smile is on his lips as he watches your examination. You guess what the next step in the investigation will be.

"Please don't..." The thrust of the probe into your ass chokes your words off with a sob. Though not really painful, the intrusion is humiliating and uncomfortable.

"No rectal enhancement." Your tormentor announces with satisfaction.

With a spiteful twist the woman yanks the probe out of your rectum. Through welling tears you see her walk over to Mr Big. He stands and flips open her labcoat. Beneath it she wears a white blouse and black miniskirt. The shear fabric is stretched tight against the ample swell of her breasts and the cherry red hue of her areola and erect nipples are visible through the thin material. Big cups one of her breasts and caresses the stiff nipple with his thumb as he kisses her lips. The tech looks as if she is about to swoon from his attention.

"Thank you Abigail." The mobster says. "Excellent work as usual. If you will join me for dinner tonight I will show you my appreciation for your efforts."

Big comes close to you and stares into your eyes.

"So you are the Fox." He states after a pause and taps his right ear. "Built in comm unit, a guard discovered the real Ramona and alerted me to your deception. So the Fox is a dark elf , how simply delightful. I don't believe I've ever had the pleasure of torturing a female dark elf. This will be so interesting, your heightened senses should make every feeling so much more intense."