You wake up in a lab.

The last thing you remembered after Abigail had viciously buggered you was Big leaving the cell and the sadistic tech pressing a hypospray to your neck. Clearly she'd knocked you out to make transporting you easier for herself. You wonder how long you were ****.

This room is a lab. It's clean white surfaces, stainless steel and glass apparatus and electronics are unmistakable. A faint antiseptic smell hangs in the air. You notice a couple of camaras set up and trained upon you, no doubt to record your further humiliation. You try to move and with little surprise find you are unable. Bondage seems to be commonplace in Mr Big's headquarters. You're seated in a gynocologist's chair with your legs up in stirrups and spead wide. Straps around your ankles, thighs, wrists, upper arms and neck leave you little room for movement. You can still turn your head so you look around you, the room is deserted.

"Computer quit, end program. log off." You command and are perplexed when there's no result. With no other players here surely you should be able to leave cyberworld. Abigail enters with a tray of test tubes, humming happily to herself.

"So you're awake then bitch. Tried logging out yet?" She smirks and you wonder if she's guessing or whether she has been observing via the camaras. "Too late for that now. Big wants you kept and he's the boss. Personally I think we should have offed you straight away."

"Why can't I log off?" You ask worriedly. "What have you done?"

"Recognise this?" Abi holds up a test tube of the white liquid she'd loaded into the strap on. "A culture of nanites I cooked up. Fools the computer into believing there's another player present so it blocks the log out command. All we need to do is fuck some of this into you and the other whores every few days and you're ours for keeps."

"Whores? The girls upstairs are players too?" Little of what Abi was saying made sense to you.

"About half of them so far, but we're set to expand real fast. We'll open a chain of these brothels and fill them with female players." Abigail seemed happy to boast about her and Big's grand plans. "Fucking a computer generated bot just does'nt compare to fucking another player. Like Ramona and you some resist at first, but Big soon tames them."

"Won't someone in the real world miss them if they can't log out?" You wonder aloud.

"Possibly," Abigail concedes. "But remember that a year in gametime is only eight hours on the outside. Most will be home long before anyone notices anything's wrong and the cops won't get involved until someone's been missing for twenty four hours."

"But they'll all complain when they do get out." You protest. "Keeping people against their will is still **** even for a few hours."

"So what?" Abi shrugs. "Our game accounts are untraceable and we'll be long gone by the time people wake up and report us. With the money we're going to make we won't need cyberworld. If you're rich you can have just as much fun in the real world. All those hot guys and chicks who wouldn't talk to me when I was a mousy little computer geek will be fighting to get in my panties when I'm loaded."

"Hold on." You say. "How's money earnt running brothels going to make you rich in real life?"

"Life in cyberworld is expensive." She explains. "Everyone wants guns, whores and cyber enhancements. Players can purchase extra in game currency before logging in. That means that there's an exchange rate between cyberworld dollars and US dollars. Before Big came along I was selling cheats inside the game and selling my surplus cyberworld dollars to pay for my game fees and a little pocket money."

"OK, but they'll see something's wrong if someone sells huge amounts of game money though." You point out.

"Usually they would, but Big's chick runs one of the VR shops." The boastful crook tells you. "She can come in and out during the game year and authorise the transfer."

Abigail clips a tray to the edge of the chair and starts to lay out instruments. You squirm in your straps uncomfortably.

"You're going to give me those enhancements Big wanted?" You ask.

"I already have, you were out for six hours." Abi laughs. "I'm just here to test them."