Chapter Six - The Poker Night

The steel cage pressed against Harry’s naked form, its cold bars biting into his smooth, hairless skin. Time had lost meaning in the virtual bedroom, and the feminized character had no idea how long he had been trapped in the confining space.

His platinum blonde curls, streaked with delicate pink highlights, clung to his shoulders, their once-perfect waves now tangled from days of confinement. The extra time alone allowed Harry to wonder why they had programmed such realism into the game; did people truly want to become as sweaty in their virtual worlds as they did in the real world?

His unnaturally firm DD-cup breasts ached against his folded arms, and his hunger bar pulsed red in the corner of his vision. Every muscle screamed for freedom, with his body crumpled and weak. He absently played with the slave ring on his fingers, irremovable by his own hand.

The bedroom door creaked open, and Harry’s eyebrow perked up. The feminized gamer’s former target and current virtual husband, Michael, strode in, his navy suit tailored to perfection. As Lord Mitch Wandsworth, he carried an air of authority, his polished shoes clicking against the hard floor as he stepped closer to the cage. The man’s dark eyes glinted with amusement as they settled on Harry’s caged form, and a smug grin crossed his lips.

“Well, Hayley, did you have a good night’s sleep?” Michael’s voice dripped with mockery. He leaned casually against his four-poster bed as he examined his tortured prize.

Harry gripped the bars, his candy-pink acrylic nails wrapping around the metal, and glared at his captor. His voice emerged in a breathy, valley-girl lilt as his demands were translated by the modulator in his throat. “Like, let me out of this stupid cage right now, you total jerk!”

Michael’s grin widened, and he crossed his arms, stifling an amused chuckle. “Oh, darling, that’s no way to speak to your husband. If you want out, you’ll have to beg for it. Properly.”

Harry’s blue eyes blazed with fury as he parted his glossy lips in defiance. The idea of begging this scrawny loser, the same Michael he’d tormented for years, churned his stomach. “Like, I’m not begging you for anything, you creep. Just open the cage!”

Michael chuckled tauntingly and pushed off the bed. He turned towards the door as he straightened his suit jacket casually. “Suit yourself, Hayley. I’ve got better things to do than babysit a stubborn slut. Enjoy another night in there.”

Panic surged through Harry’s spine as Michael reached for the bedroom doorknob. He was starving, and every muscle in his body was sore. He had no idea how long he had been trapped in the virtual cage, but he couldn’t spend another night inside this cramped prison. His resistance had broken, and he parted his lips in a humiliating plea. “Like, wait, please! Don’t leave me here, Sir, I’m totally begging you! Please, let me out, pretty please!”

Michael paused with his back to his busty virtual wife, and a triumphant smirk spread across his face. He turned slowly, savoring the moment, and approached the cage. “That’s more like it, pet,” he taunted. “Say it again, and make it sweet.”

Harry’s cheeks flushed with shame, but he couldn’t risk Michael walking out of that door. He swallowed hard, his long eyelashes fluttering as he forced the words out. “Like, please, Mitchy, I’m super begging you to let me out. I’ll be, like, totally good, I promise!”

Michael crouched before the cage as his eyes locked onto Harry’s. He entered his UI menu and pressed several buttons before a click could be heard. Harry sighed in relief when the message ‘Cage Unlocked’ appeared in the feminized man’s vision, and the door swung open.

The well-dressed avatar’s smirk deepened as he reached into the cage and tightly grasped Harry’s slender wrist. He pulled with a commanding force and dragged the feminized blonde out onto the polished floor. Harry’s legs buckled beneath him as he struggled to stand after days of confinement, and it took him several attempts to rise to his feet.

“Like, let me log out now,” Harry pleaded, his bimbo voice trembling with exhaustion as his blue eyes met Michael’s cold gaze. “I’m, like, totally starving and super tired.”

Michael’s smirk sharpened, and his eyes glinted with cruel amusement as he towered over Harry’s trembling form. “Log out? Oh, sweetheart, you’re not going anywhere.” The tall man grabbed both of Harry’s slender wrists and looked deeply into his eyes, his Master ring heating up. “You will never attempt to enter that bed without my permission, princess.”

Harry gasped sharply as he lost his breath. The domineering man released his grip on the feminized character and took a step back as if he were testing his new pet. Harry’s eyes glanced over at the bed. He wanted to reach the silk sheets so badly. He needed to log out and escape this nightmare, but his feet wouldn’t obey his command. The ring had done its job.

The suited man’s lips curled into a satisfied grin as his gaze raked over Harry’s naked, curvaceous form. “You’re learning, Hayley. That’s good.” His words were laced with a patronizing edge that made the exhausted gamer’s skin crawl. “Now. I’m hosting an important poker event tonight with some very important colleagues,” Michael pushed on. “And you, my perfect wife, will be serving us.”

Before Harry could say another word, Michael’s fingers flicked through the air, accessing his UI with a swift, practiced motion. The feminized blonde’s naked form shimmered, and a glossy black latex garment materialized around his waist, cinching tightly to his sculpt his figure into a provocative hourglass.

The material gleamed, hugging his curves and pushing his DD breasts upward, creating a deep, tantalizing cleavage. A scandalously short skirt flared from his hips, its hem barely grazing the tops of high thighs and swayed with every slight movement to reveal glimpses of his smooth bare ass.

Sheer thigh-high stockings enveloped his legs as their delicate lace tops clung to his skin, accentuating the slender shape of his thighs. Fix-inch stiletto heels lifted his posture and forced a seductive arch in his back.

A delicate white apron with ruffled edges tied around his waist and a small black cap perched atop his platinum curls. The ensembled, a slutty, fetishized French maid uniform, even more humiliating than the outfit he was subjected to at Dustin’s, left little to the imagination. Every curve of Harry’s feminized body was on display for Michael’s amusement.

Harry’s virtual husband’s fingers moved again, his UI glowing as he accessed Harry’s appearance settings with a humored grin. “I’m sure your viewers are loving this,” he commented as a tingling sensation spread across Harry’s face. His glossy pink lips shimmered, deepening into a bold, glossy scarlet hue. Thick, smoky eyeliner accentuated his large, round blue eyes, while a sultry crimson eyeshadow blended seamlessly, giving his gaze a seductive intensity. His cheeks flushed with a subtle rouge and enhanced his high cheekbones. At the same time, his long, feathery eyelashes grew even more pronounced and fluttered with every blink. The transformation completed the maid’s provocative allure, turning Harry into a vision of exaggerated, dangerous femininity.

Harry’s eyes widened in outrage, his red lips parting as he stagged on the new five-inch stilettos. “Like, no way am I strutting around in this skanky outfit for your gross buddies!” His bimbo voice quivered with defiance as he tugged at the scandalously short skirt. “This is, like, totally humiliating, you sicko!”

Michael bit his lower lip, admiring the image that stood before him, before shaking his head patronizingly. “Oh, Hayley, that pretty mouth is getting you into trouble again.” His fingers flicked through the UI with lightning speed, and a large red ball gag materialized mid-air. As Harry’s complaint echoed, the gag suddenly forced itself between his scarlet lips, materializing inside his mouth with a jarring snap. The confident man stepped forward and secured the leather straps tightly behind Harry’s head. Harry’s muffled protests vibrated against the rubber, and his blue eyes blazed with fury as Michael took a step back and folded his arms.

“There, much better,” Michael purred with cruel satisfaction. He stepped further back, his brown eyes raking over Harry’s gagged form, the glossy latex corset giving him the perfect feminine silhouette. “You’re going to make this house sparkle for tonight’s poker game, Hayley. I’ll return in a couple of hours to inspect your work, and you’d better not disappoint me, darling.” He commanded before stepping forward and landing a kiss directly on Harry’s humiliated gagged mouth.

Harry grunted an intelligible retort through the gag, and Michael smiled and laughed lightly. He turned on his heels and headed out of the room. “Make this place sparkle, Hayley,” he commented before exiting the room, leaving the fetishized maid alone again. Harry tapped his UI, but his inventory was grayed out. He didn’t have the ability to disrobe or ungag himself. Furious, he left the room to get started.

❖

Harry stood frozen in the bedroom, the red ball gag stretching his scarlet lips as his muffled groans echoed softly around the room. He could sense the Tradwife addon tugging at his mind, urging him to obey Michael’s latest command to clean the mansion, but defiance burned within him. He didn’t want to play this degrading role, prancing around as a fetishized maid for his tormentor’s amusement. However, the fear of punishment loomed larger. Michael had god-like powers with that damn ring encircling his finger, and Harry didn’t want to end up in a worse predicament. With a frustrated huff against the gag, he tottered towards the landing and down the stairs, his five-inch heels clicking sharply on the floor as he made his way toward the kitchen.

In the kitchen, the feminized maid snatched a bottle of polish and a duster from the cabinet beneath the sink, his bright, perfectly manicured nails reflecting off the ceiling light as he stood back up. He began in the living room, polishing the expensive virtual surfaces and wiping them down carefully along the top. As the surface shone, a surprising warmth spread through the blonde’s body, a burst of dopamine coursing through his veins as he studied his handiwork. The Tradwife addon had rewarded his compliance and injected a feel-good sensation that clashed with his humiliation. He bit against the gag and tried to rid his memory of the pleasure. However, he continued to clean, and the same sensations ran through him as he did.

The busty blonde moved to the master bedroom, his heels clicking as he fluffed the silk pillows on the forbidden four-poster bed. He tried to urge himself to fall onto the bed and log out, but his slave ring wouldn’t allow his body to obey his mind. Besides, he knew he couldn’t log out without wearing appropriate nightwear, and Michael controlled his inventory.

As Harry continued teetering around the bedroom, a GlitchCast comment flickered in his vision. He had gotten good at ignoring those comments, but the cleaning was mundane, and it was something to pass the time. “Hayley’s a natural man. She’s way sexier than Harry and his generic avatars!” The latest taunt seared his pride. These were supposed to be his followers, his acolytes. Yet, they seemed to revel in his humiliation.

Harry’s muffled groans vibrated against the gag, his fists clenching as he dusted the bedside table, and another hit of dopamine flooded his system, converting the groan into a lustful moan. “I think Hayley is getting turned on from cleaning,” a comment crossed his vision, heightening the embarrassment.

The blonde shook his head, forcing the comments from his mind, and tottered to the bathroom, where he began wiping down the porcelain sink with slow, deliberate strokes. He was rewarded for each swipe with a fresh surge of dopamine, which began urging him to continue his mission. He was actually starting to enjoy cleaning.

He moved to the hallway, sweeping the floors and wiping down the banister until it shone proudly. He bit into the wide gag in a muffled moan of pleasure as the feminized man examined his work.

Harry sauntered back downstairs towards the kitchen next and began polishing the countertops with careful swipes. He moaned lustfully against his gag, squeezing his thighs together as he focused on the task.

In the dining room, the maid carefully wiped down the long oak table before setting up four crystal flutes on it. The table, now set for the poker game, stood pristine, a testament to the feminized man’s forced obedience.

Just as he had finished, the dining room door swung open, and Michael strode in wearing the same navy suit he had left with. He nodded with approval and approached his obedient maid-wife. Before Harry could react, Michael stepped behind him and wrapped his arms around the blonde’s cinched waist, his hands firm against the glossy latex. The feminized gamer stiffened at his touch, a muffled moan of protest vibrating against the gag, but Michael’s lips brushed the blonde’s ear, and he spoke with a low and patronizing tone.

“You did well, my perfect little wife,” Michael murmured with condescension. “This place is flawless, and you’ll be just as perfect serving at my party tonight. My boss is going to fawn over you.” The man’s grin widened. “You’re probably hungry. Grab yourself something to eat from the fridge’s inventory, and make it quick. They’ll be here in half an hour.”

Harry’s blue eyes flared with fury, his muffled retort stifled by the gag, but Michael’s arms tightened briefly before releasing him, a smug chuckle escaping his lips. The feminized maid stood rigid, her fists clenching, the bright nails biting into her palms, as Michael strode out, leaving the door ajar.

Michael was correct about one thing, though. His hunger bar had shrunk long ago, and he was starving. With no idea of what was to come, Harry begrudgingly made his way back to the kitchen to replenish his depleting stats and mentally prepare himself for the coming torture.

❖

“Full House!” Lex roared, his voice booming as he slapped his cards—an eight and a four—onto the green felt table. Lex Marvel, a hulking figure with the username StphnBoss glowing above his silver hair, scooped the poker chips from the center. The community cards moved the needle in his direction, with a couple of eights and a four helping him beat out the other three players.

“Damn it,” Karl Grover replied in frustration. Karl was the accountant in Lex’s virtual business, UltraTek, and one of his boss’s closest confidantes. He wore a tailored charcoal suit and adjusted his glasses as he watched the majority of his chips move in Lex’s direction. “Why did you raise my pocket two’s pre-flop with that garbage?” He asked.

Lex chuckled and sat up straight, adjusting the tie of his gray and white pinstriped suit. “I didn’t become this successful without reading people, Karl,” he boasted. “You never had the best poker face, buddy, even in the virtual world.” His comment caused a ripple of laughter from the rest of the table.

The dining room buzzed with the jovial clinking of chips and glasses as the poker game united the four playable characters in friendly rivalry. Opposite Lex sat the host of the party, Michael, under his online persona Mitch Wandsworth, his username ‘KingPlayz’ hovering above his avatar. To Michael’s left sat a colleague he didn’t care for much, a man he only knew as Baz, or his username BazLuvs420. He wouldn’t ordinarily invite Baz to any of his events, but they had one too many altercations in the office, and it was Michael’s attempt to broker peace.

Michael, now in a white button-up shirt with the collar open and sleeves rolled, leaned back, his casual demeanor masking a sharp focus. He tossed the losing hand aside, chuckling as if he were unfazed by Lex’s big win.

Merging his winnings with his new stack, Lex lightened the conversation, taking a look around the bright dining room. “This is a nice place you got here, Mitch,” he complimented his employee. “I must be paying you too much,” he grinned at his comment.

Michael’s lips curled into a playful smirk as he sipped the whiskey. “Just a smart investment, Lex,” he quipped with a lighthearted tone. “I’m good at making smart investments. That’s why you hired me.” He winked in Baz’s direction, if not to simply irritate his competitive co-worker.

Lex leaned back and exhaled a thick plume of smoke from his fat cigar before grinning at Michael. “Enough about real estate,” he redirected the conversation. “Where’s that hot wife you’ve been hyping up, Mitch? Finding a woman around here who isn’t a career-driven feminist bitch is difficult.” His comment prompted a laugh from Karl. “We need a bit of eye candy amid this cock-fest.”

Michael’s smile widened as a sparkle of amusement glinted in his eyes. He let out a sharp whistle, “Hayley, sweetheart, it’s time for those canapés!” His voice carried a teasing edge as he shouted towards the open kitchen door.

Harry froze in the kitchen as he pressed his white teeth against the bright red ball gag when he heard his ‘husband’s’ command. He gripped a silver tray of freshly cooked canapés—spiced shrimp skewers and creamy mushroom tartlets—perfectly prepared by the feminized gamer despite not having a single chef’s bone in his body. The Tradwife addon gave him all the information he needed, and the Realism mode forced him to painfully follow each direction without taking shortcuts.

Since waking up in his new home as a ‘Stepford Housewife,’ Harry hadn’t seen anyone in the game world except his new husband. His heart pounded anxiously as the humiliation of being dressed as a fetishized maid dawned on him. He briefly thought about trying to catch the men’s attention, but he had no idea who they were, and he couldn’t risk them being worse than his nemesis.

Harry’s five-inch stilettos clicked softly on the floor as he balanced a silver tray in his right hand. The men’s eyes turned to him as the jovial atmosphere shifted into something far more lustful. Lex’s cigar paused mid-puff as he grinned. “Goddamn, Mitch. You weren’t lying. Look at those proportions and that getup,” he said before whistling perversely. “What did you offer this broad to convince her to play LifeSynced like this?” He laughed. His voice was crude and dripped with brazen admiration as his gaze raked over Harry’s voluptuous form unapologetically.

As he stepped over, he found himself tottering with a straight back, emphasizing a faux confidence forced by his ‘Exhibitionist’ unique trait. He set the tray on the table and carefully placed it to the side to ensure the food wouldn’t interfere with the group’s game. Lex’s crude praise sparked his ‘Sexually Confident’ trait, and an unwanted flush of heat clashed with his embarrassment. The blonde character kept his gaze low and avoided the men’s eyes, but their attention was inescapable.

Michael leaned back and gave Harry a hard smack on his barely clad rear, prompting a muffled moan through the humiliated gamer’s gag. “Ayley’s my perfect little prize. She can be a little rough around the edges at times, but training is going well.” His voice was smooth, aimed at his boss, but his eyes locked on Harry’s, relishing in his former bully’s discomfort.

Lex finished his short glass before nodding. “Hell yeah. If this is rough around the edges, I can’t wait to see the finished product,” he grinned, eyeing the maid up and down. “Hayley, how about you be a good girl and get me another bourbon on the rocks,” he commanded Harry as he handed him the glass.

Harry’s cheeks flushed. He could see the comments on his GlitchCast stream appear in his vision, but he pushed them from his memory. He nodded reverently, the gag silencing any response, and tottered over to a bar cart in the corner of the dining room before pouring the bourbon on ice with careful precision. He returned and set the glass before Lex, whose fingers grazed Harry’s thigh as he took it, a suggestive smirk on his lips.

Karl shuffled the deck and dealt a new hand with methodical precision. He was silent during the initial deal, too focused on Harry’s slutty frame to turn his attention to the conversation. The game resumed, and Michael peered at his two cards. He had pocket queens, a strong start, but his eyes drifted to his short stack of chips. It was just his luck that he finally landed a great hand when he was running low. He masked his concern with a sip of his champagne, playing with his chips as he contemplated his decision.

Lex puffed his cigar in Michael’s direction, eyeing his diminished pile with a smug grin. “Running low, Mitch?” He asked confidently. “You know, if you don’t want to risk your cash, we could perhaps come to some other arrangement.” His voice was bold and laced with suggestion, even more so after he glanced in Harry’s direction. The feminized maid kept his head down and his mind blissfully ignorant, unaware of the proposal his nemesis ‘husband’ was about to receive.

❖

Lex slammed his ace and jack on the poker table in triumph as he roared. “Trips!” The community cards included a couple of jacks to confirm the large man’s three-of-a-kind, crushing Michael’s pair of queens. Lex leaned in, dousing out his cigar in the nearby ashtray, and grinned at his defeated opponent.

Michael’s heart plummeted as he stared at his near-empty stack. He hadn’t bet any chips, but his queens had been a lifeline, and his boss had risked almost his entire haul. He gripped the champagne flute and took a sip, weighing up his options.

Lex leaned back and folded his arms. “A deal’s a deal, Mitch,” he reminded his employee sharply. “I don’t trust men who weasel out of their bets.” His eyes bore into Michael with unrelenting expectation.

Michael’s fingers tightened around the glass as he reluctantly delayed his response. He glanced at Harry, stationed near the bar cart with a silver tray as if he were waiting for his next humiliating summons. After a heavy silence, Michael exhaled and used his finger to summon his ‘wife’ towards him. “Alright, Lex. You win.”

Harry’s pretty eyes widened as he tottered forward. When the feminized man reached the table with trepidation, Michael accessed his UI, moving his fingers with a slow, deliberate flick. The gag keeping Harry silent dissolved in the air, leaving the blonde’s glossy lips parted.

“Hayley, I bet Lex your oral services in the last hand,” Harry’s ‘husband’ said nonchalantly. “Unfortunately, I lost. The agreement was for only thirty minutes. It will be over before you know it.” Lex grinned as Michael spoke to his entrapped rival. “Crawl between Lex’s legs and give him a blowjob while we continue playing.”

Harry’s lips parted as he began a desperate refusal until Michael gently rubbed his Master ring and spoke with a stern, commanding tone. “Do it now, Hayley.”

The feminized streamer’s slave ring heated on his finger, and a searing force overrode his will. He instantly collapsed to his knees and began crawling under the table to Lex, his heart pounding with dread. Lex spread his thighs and unzipped his pants, revealing his hardening virtual cock. He patted the blonde’s platinum hair condescendingly. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he purred, his voice dripping with lust as Harry’s lips neared his dick.

The words “Blowjob Expert” flashed at the top of Harry’s vision, giving him horrifying flashbacks of his time at Dustin’s bar and his unique ‘skill’ sparked to life. He started slow, the maid’s plump, glossy lips brushing Lex’s cock, soft and teasing, tongue tracing the tip with languid, sensual swirls. Harry kissed the tip gently, acting as if he was savoring the warmth, sucking lightly to draw a low groan from Lex. His hands rested on the man’s thighs as he began sucking at a delicate pace. The feminized man’s expert movements entirely masked his shame.

Karl dealt the next hand, and the game continued. Michael’s three associates appeared more interested in what was happening under the table than in the chips in the middle, and the host seized his opportunity, winning the hand and trebling his haul.

Meanwhile, Lex’s groans deepened as his pleasure mounted. Harry’s blowjob intensified, his lips tightening around Lex’s shaft, sucking harder as his tongue danced along the underside with fervent, teasing strokes. His head bobbed faster, taking Lex deeper, the glossy red lipstick perfectly on his lips despite the wet, sloppy blowjob.

Lex’s hips twitched, and his hands gripped Harry’s blonde curls as the blowjob grew rougher. The gamer’s plump lips stretched wider, taking Lex deeper in his throat. His tongue swirled relentlessly, slick and teasing, as he sucked with fierce intensity, drawing Lex to the edge. The wet sounds filled the air, distracting the other players as the blonde bobbed in with pace.

Michael raked in another pot, and his stack began to swell as Lex’s focus faltered. “She’s unreal,” the boss rasped as Michael brought in his latest haul. “Fuck, she’s better than the girls in Deepthroat Alley and definitely better than anyone in the real world.” He complimented. Harry couldn’t hear the murmured conversation above the table as he continued to focus on his dreaded task.

Twenty minutes in, Harry’s pace turned fierce, his throat opening as he took Lex as deep as it could go, his nose pressing up against the virtual man’s pubic hair, lips stretched tightly around the pulsing shaft. Harry couldn’t believe this man hadn’t climaxed yet, as the NPCs at the bar had finished in minutes. Nonetheless, he continued, his head thrusting back and forth, gagging softly as Lex’s cock hit the back of his throat. Harry’s tongue swirled furiously, teasing every sensitive ridge. Lex’s groans grew louder, seemingly uncaring, as Michael won his fourth hand in a row.

Five minutes later and Harry’s blowjob had reached its peak, his lips locked in a methodical, rough rhythm, throat opening perfectly as he took Lex’s cock deep with each thrust. The silver-haired man’s hips bucked, his grip on Harry’s blonde hair tightening, pulling him closer and forcing the maid’s nose to graze his skin with each deep plunge.

The wet, sloppy sounds echoed above the table, prompting Michael to laugh as he won the next hand, scooping in his chips with a flush against Lex’s weak pair, becoming the chip leader. The host leaned back and twirled a chip in his hand, smirking, “Looks like my boss can’t multitask, huh?” He teased.

Lex’s laugh was ragged. “Ohh, I can multitask, Mitch, but this mouth’s too fucking perfect.” He replied before groaning louder as he climaxed, exploding his virtual seed inside Harry’s warm mouth. A hot, forceful torrent shot down the maid’s throat, and Harry’s ‘Blowjob Expert’ trait compelled him to swallow, gulping down the release, his lips lingering as he milked every drop. He moaned in shame as another ‘demonetization’ message appeared on his screen. Did they actually think he wanted to stream this humiliation?

Baz, emboldened by Lex’s pleasure, leaned forward excitedly. “Can I have a go on her next?” Despite Harry ‘belonging’ to Michael, his question was clearly directed at Lex.

The host snapped with a razor-sharp tone. “No.” The single word cut through, silencing Baz and prompting the spent Lex to chuckle.

“I like your style,” Michael’s boss complimented him as he tucked himself away, and Harry, ashamedly, crawled out from under the table. “You play your cards damn well, Mitch. You’ll go far in UltraTek.”

Michael’s back straightened, and he puffed out his chest with pride. This was the recognition he needed to progress in the company, and he grinned down at his ‘wife.’ Harry was the missing piece he needed.

❖

Lex sighed and tossed his cards onto the green felt table as he lost yet another hand, his once majestic chip stack now almost depleted. “Time to call it a night, boys,” he said gruffly. “My wife in the real world’ll kill me if I’m late to bed again.” He stood, shaking Michael’s hand firmly and placing his free hand on his employee’s shoulder. “Bring Hayley to work tomorrow, Mitch. She’d liven up that boring hellhole.” His eyes roamed over Harry’s fetishized form and gave the blonde a predatory grin.

Michael’s face lit up, and he nodded eagerly. “You got it, Lex. Safe travels.” He said, shaking Karl’s hand and ignoring Baz’s offer, as they all shuffled out down the hall. The dining room suddenly fell silent as Michael and Harry were left alone.

Harry leaped to his feet, his stilettos clicking on the hard ground, and shouted in his valley-girl dialect. “Like, why’d you make me suck some random guy’s dick, you total jerk?” The bimbofied maid winced; it had been some time since he had heard himself speak, and he had forgotten how stupid he sounded. “Was this ‘cause I gave you, like, a few wedgies in college? Grow up, cutie!”

Michael folded his arms, and a faint smirk played on his lips. “It was for your own benefit, Hayley,” he said cryptically in a calm and measured tone. His insistence on continuing to call the feminized gamer ‘Hayley’ grated on the blonde.

Harry’s blue eyes flared, and his hands slammed on his latex-clad hips, his tongue still laced with Lex’s taste. “Like, how’s that for my benefit, Mitchy? It’s, like, totally gross and stuff!” His brazen retort twisted into a petulant whine.

Michael gestured to the living room and strode confidently into the next room with the blonde trailing behind him. He led Harry to a velvet sofa. “It’s all part of a bigger plan. You gotta trust me,” he said before his voice dropped to a whisper, as if he didn’t want anyone else to hear what came next. “EchoLife’s developers hid a device inside LifeSynced that can rewrite any code the wielder wants. It was created to make it easier for developers to alter code as they were in the game and study its real-time effects.” Michael glanced around as if he were making sure that no one was listening in. “However, they forgot to remove it from the game before the beta launch, and it wasn’t long before they lost it.”

Harry’s tormentor stared at him with intensity and continued, “Don’t ask me how, but that device ended up in the hands of UltraTek, and it’s now locked in a secure room Lex never leaves unwatched. The man has a camera in his office focused directly on the device. Whoever holds it is practically a god inside the game.” He paused for a moment as if he was choosing his next words carefully. “I’m gonna steal it, rewrite the code to make this damn game fair and fun for everyone. I can also fix you back to normal.”

Harry’s fury wavered, his glossy red lips parting as hope flickered in his blue eyes. “Like, you could really change me back with that thing, Mitchy?” He asked. “Like, totally no more of… this.” He looked down at his busty French maid-clad body.

Michael nodded, his smirk softening into something almost sincere. “Absolutely, Hayley. But it won’t be easy, and I’ll need your help,” he said. “Lex keeps that room under constant watch. With his invite tomorrow, you’re my key to distracting him long enough for me to slip in and grab the device. I’ll fix you the second I have it in my hands, I promise.”

The streamer’s shoulders slumped; the lingering taste of Lex’s cum reminded him of how much he hated the idea of another day with that man. However, his desire to escape this nightmare and transform his real-life body back into his old self overrode his dread. “Like, okay, hon. I’ll do it,” he said reluctantly. “But, like, be super quick about it.”

Michael’s smile widened as his plan to betray his boss and take control of the god-like device took a giant leap forward. He cleared his throat as he stepped behind the sofa and absently rubbed his Master ring. “Well then, since this is your last night as Hayley, my beautiful wife, how about we celebrate in style?” He pointed to the back of the velvet sofa and spoke with a commanding tone. “Bend over, now.”

The feminized maid’s body obeyed instantly; the slave ring warming on his finger compelled him to bend over the sofa’s plush back, his tiny micro skirt riding up to expose his smooth thighs and inviting orifices. He tried to shout, his voice rising in panic. “Like, enough is enough, Mitchy!”

His plea sounded like a petulant slut playing hard to get, and it made Michael chuckle. Harry’s tormentor accessed his UI with a swift flick, and the red ball gag instantly reappeared in Harry’s mouth, muffling his protests into a garbled moan. A pair of black leather cuffs also materialized, snapping around Harry’s wrists and binding them tightly behind his back.

Michael lowered his pants and underwear, revealing his thick, hardening cock, his white shirt still buttoned up above his waist. He stepped behind his former bully and gripped the maid’s hips before entering his slick, inviting pussy with a slow, deliberate thrust. He savored the tight, warm embrace that clenched around his length as he began to thrust.

Harry’s muffled moan vibrated against the gag as a mixture of shame and forced arousal overcame him, his body betraying him under the game’s mechanics. Michael’s pace escalated, and his thrusts deepened, hips slamming against Harry’s plush ass with a rhythmic slap, each driving eliciting gagged cries from the feminized man.

Harry felt the pleasure building inside him, filling every cell in his feminized body, and knew an enforced orgasm was approaching. He closed his blue eyes and moaned out, teeth biting against the gag. He hoped Michael’s plan would work and that this would be his final humiliation. The plan had to work.

End of Chapter Six