Chapter Seven - The Heist

Harry stirred in the confines of the steel cage of his Lifesynced prison, his body a map of aches from the previous night’s degradations. The cold bars pressed against his smooth, hairless skin, biting into his flesh with every shift. His platinum blonde curls, streaked with delicate pink highlights, clung to his shoulders, tangled from hours of restless captivity. The weight of Harry’s DD-cup breasts, unnaturally firm, pressed against his folded arms, each movement a reminder of the virtual nightmare that had stolen his identity and kept him trapped.

The transformed streamer gripped the bars, his candy-pink acrylic nails gleaming in the artificial morning light that filtered through the tall windows of Michael’s opulent Crestwood Heights mansion. The master bedroom sprawled before him, its polished marble floors reflecting the glow of the crystal chandelier above. The four-poster bed, draped in silk sheets, stood empty, its pristine surface mocking him with the unreachable promise of escape. Michael had logged out there the night before, leaving Harry trapped in this humiliating prison.

With a surge of defiance, the busty blonde rattled the bars, the metal clanging under his desperate tugs. His efforts were futile, as they had been the previous hundred times, but the act fueled his resolve. He hated Michael, that scrawny bastard who’d orchestrated his torment, yet the previous night’s promise of a code-rewriting device burned in his chest. If Michael were telling the truth, he’d have to work with that loser to get his life back.

Five minutes later, a soft hum filled the air, and the white sheets on the bed shimmered. Michael materialized, sprawled across the bed in a set of high-end burgundy pajamas, his sharp features framed by a smug grin. As Lord Mitch Wandsworth, he radiated an authority that made Harry’s stomach twist with loathing. The man sat up, smoothing his tie with a deliberate flourish, his eyes locking onto Harry’s caged form with predatory amusement.

“Well, good morning, Hayley,” Michael purred, his voice a silken taunt that slithered through the room. He rose from the bed, his pajamas clinging to his frame, the fabric whispering against his skin as he approached the cage. His dark eyes gleamed with cruel delight, savoring Harry’s naked, curvaceous form pressed against the cold bars.

Harry’s fingers tightened around the metal as his blue eyes blazed with fury. “Like, let me out of this stupid cage, Mitchy,” he snapped, his bimbo voice twisting his anger into a petulant coo. “I’m, like, totally ready to fix this mess now. Let’s move already!” Despite the humiliating lilt, his words carried a fierce determination.

The tall man’s lips curled into a mocking smile, his fingers brushing the Master ring on his hand. “Such enthusiasm, darling,” he said condescendingly. Michael flicked his fingers through the air, accessing his UI with a fluid motion. The cage door clicked open, the sound reverberating around the lavish bedroom. “Come out, my perfect wife. We’ve got a dangerous game to play today.”

Harry’s body obeyed before his mind had a chance to catch up, the slave ring on his finger pulsing with a warm, inescapable compulsion. He crawled out, his smooth thighs grazing the cold bars, the sensation sending an unwanted shiver through his core. As the feminized gamer stood, he felt exposed under Michael’s predatory gaze.

“Like, I totally hate you, you know,” Harry said, his bimbo voice quivering with defiance. “But I’m, like, super ready to get that device. Let’s do this, so I can be me again.” His large, round eyes locked onto Michaels, the intense fire burning through the humiliation, fueled by the hope of shedding Hayley’s horrid form.

Michael chuckled and stepped closer. “That’s the spirit, Hayley,” he said commandingly. “We’re heading to UltraTek, where you’ll play the part of my doting wife. You’ll distract Lex while I go grab the device; I hear he’s got a thing for you.” Michael’s juvenile grin turned serious momentarily. “But listen carefully, pet. Lex and his company are dangerous in this world. If we fail, you could be trapped in that body forever, or worse. You must do whatever it takes to keep the boss occupied.” Michael’s words carried a chilling weight, his eyes narrowing as he studied Harry’s reaction.

Lex’s predatory leer from the poker night flashed in the feminized man’s mind, the memory of that degrading blowjob twisting his guy. Yet the thought of the device, the key to undoing his platinum curls, his swollen breasts, his plump, glossy lips, fueled his determination. He’d endure anything temporarily, even a day with Lex, to reclaim his body. “Like, I totally get it, Mitchy,” he said in his humiliating dialect. “Let’s just get that stupid thingy and make me Harry again, okay?”

Michael’s smile deepened, a predatory edge to his expression as he gestured toward the dressing area. “Time to make you irresistible, darling,” he chuckled. Harry’s heart pounded, a mix of dread and resolve propelling him forward as he followed, his bare feet whispering across the smooth, shiny floor. The dressing area was a decadent alcove, its mirrors framing a walk-in closet brimming with provocative garments and a vanity cluttered with an array of cosmetics. Harry knew a user could equip an outfit with the swipe of a finger, meaning this opulent room was merely a showpiece.

Harry’s rival and virtual husband’s finger danced through the air, his UI glowing with holographic menus as he carefully selected his choice. Harry’s skin prickled as his naked form shimmered, enveloped by a new outfit that materialized with a sensual embrace. A tight, white blouse hugged his torso, its thin fabric stretching taut over his obviously enhanced DD-cup breasts, the low neckline framing a provocative expanse of cleavage. A black latex pencil skirt clung to his hips, its glossy surface squeaking softly as it settled mid-thigh, molding to his curves like a second skin. Sheer black stockings encase his long legs, their delicate weave caressing his smooth skin, while 5-inch black stilettos lifted his posture, forcing a sensual sway of his hips. A black choker with a silver heart pendant cinched around the feminized gamer’s neck to complete the ensemble.

A tingling sensation spread across Harry’s face as his makeup transformed. Glossy scarlet red lipstick coated his plump, cupid bow lips, their luscious shine accentuating their exaggerated shape. Smoky eyeliner outlined his large, round blue eyes, blending seamlessly with the crimson eyeshadow that deepened his gaze. Long, feathery lashes fluttered with each blink, enhancing the seductive allure forced upon him. His long pink nails transformed into an eye-catching shade of fire-engine red, glossy and sharp.

Michael’s eyes roamed over Harry’s transformed appearance, a satisfied smirk curling his lips as he stepped closer. He reached out, his fingers grazing the silver pendant at the humiliated gamer’s throat, the touch sending an unwelcome jolt of warmth through his body. The Sexually Confident trait surged, a flush of heat spreading across his chest. Harry’s jaw clenched, his fury battling the trait’s forced arousal, but his resolve held firm. He knew what the mission was, and he wasn’t prepared to let Michael distract him. “Like, can we go already, Mitchy-bear?” he asked, his bimbo voice dripping with impatience. “I’m, like, totally ready to make this happen and get my life back.”

The rival’s hand lingered on the choker, his thumb brushing Harry’s collarbone, igniting another unwanted shiver. “Patience, sweetheart,” he said patronizingly. He stepped back, his UI flickering as he dressed himself in a sharp, tailored gray suit. “You’ll be the star of UltraTek today, Hayley. Just keep Lex occupied, and I’ll handle the rest. But don’t forget, we’re playing with fire. Lex isn’t just some NPC; he’s a player with power in this game, and he’ll crush us if he senses anything off.” The tall man’s voice hardened. “Do whatever it takes today, or you could be prancing in skirts and heels for the rest of your life.”

Harry’s stomach churned, the memory of Lex’s crude hands and the taste of his cock from the poker night fueled his dread. The blonde nodded, the latex skirt squeaking as he shifted his weight on his stilettos. “Like, I’m in,” he said. “Let’s get that device thingy and end this. I’m, like, so done with this nightmare.” His heart raced, a mix of fear and anticipation driving him as he followed Michael toward the bedroom door, the click of his heels echoing with purpose. The mission was his only path to freedom, and he’d face any humiliation to seize it.

❖

Harry followed Michael through the glass doors of UltraTek’s headquarters, his stilettos clicking sharply against the lobby’s black marble floor. The space was sleek and modern, with a central reception desk dominating the room, its surface cluttered with holographic screens. The feminized gamer’s heart raced now that he was in the belly of the beast. He kept his focus sharp, ignoring the curious stares from NPCs and player characters milling about, their eyes drawn to his provocative presence.

Michael strode confidently to the reception desk, his tailored gray suit exuding authority. He leaned forward, flashing a charming smile at the pretty player character receptionist. “Hey there, Millie. Looking gorgeous as always,” he complimented her. “I’m here to check in my wife, Hayley, as a guest.” He turned to the feminized man wearing the tight-fitted blouse and shiny, black latex skirt, and gestured in his direction. “I’m showing her around the workplace today.”

Millie’s lips curved into a polite smile, her fingers dancing over the holographic keypad. “It’s always a pleasure, Mr. Wandsworth,” she said, her voice smooth and professional. Her eyes flicked to Harry, lingering with a hint of flirtation before returning to the screen. “Guest pass for Hayley Wandsworth approved. You’re cleared for the main office floor, but not the restricted section.” She tapped a final key, and a holographic badge materialized, with Hayley’s feminized avatar printed on display, and handed it to Michael.

As Michael handed Harry the badge, a coy smile spread across his heavily painted lips. “Like, thanks so much, Millie, you’re totally sweet!” he cooed, his voice dripping with forced charm, eliciting a humored smirk from the player receptionist. Michael rested a hand on Harry’s latex-clad ass and moved him along.

Harry’s cheeks flushed with humiliation as Michael’s hand lingered, the touch igniting an unwanted spark of arousal through his enforced traits. He fought to keep his mind on the mission, knowing he’d have to put up with his share of unwanted touching if the pair were going to succeed. As they walked, Harry’s naive trait pushed him to giggle softly, twirling a platinum curl between his red nails, the gesture automatic. “Like, this place is so cool, Mitchy,” he said in his high-pitched voice.

Michael smirked as his hand guided his ‘wife’ to the elevators. “Stay focused, darling,” he whispered commandingly. “There are cameras all over the lobby.” His words prompted Harry to bite his lower lip and look up, noticing the heavy surveillance in operation.

A gruff voice interrupted the pair’s path to the elevators. Baz, with his username BazLuvs420, swaggered over, his eyes raking appreciatively over Harry with a lecherous grin. “Damn, Mitch, you treated us today with a visit from your knockout wife,” he said, his voice thick with crude admiration. “I have no idea how you landed that piece. She’d look real nice warming my office chair.” His laugh was coarse, his gaze lingering on the transformed streamer’s curves, stirring a mix of disgust and forced pleasure from his Exhibitionist trait.

Michael’s jaw tightened, his hand dropping from Harry’s backside. He hated Baz with a passion, and the pair were constantly squabbling. “Keep your eyes to yourself, Baz,” he snapped dismissively. “Hayley is mine, and she’s way out of your league.” As if to prove a point, he wrapped his arms around his ‘wife’ and pressed his lips to her plump, bright-red puckers, enforcing a deep, passionate kiss. Harry’s eyes widened, but he returned the gesture, both out of determination to see the mission through, and his traits eliciting unwanted pleasure inside of him.

Baz’s face twisted into an ugly scowl, his hands balling into fists at his side. “You think you’re hot shit, Mitch,” he spat bitterly. “One day, you’ll regret parading your trophy wife like that. I’ll make sure of it.” He turned on his heel, shoving past a nearby NPC, and disappeared into the crowd, his username fading as he retreated.

Harry finally pulled back from the kiss, his scarlet lips tingling with forced arousal. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the gamer’s red nails catching his eye, and glared at Michael. “Like, was that totally necessary, babe?” he asked as his bimbo voice was laced with irritation. “I’m, like, here to get the job done, not be your show pony.” His words carried a spark of defiance, although his bimbo dialect made him sound petulant instead of fierce.

Michael’s smirk returned, his fingers brushing Harry’s shoulder as he guided him to the elevator. “I’m just playing the part, darling,” he said. “And you better get used to it. You may have to do a lot worse to keep Lex distracted.” The elevator door slid shut, and they ascended the floors. Harry closed his eyes briefly and sighed. He was so close to getting his old life back, and he wasn’t going to be the reason the mission failed.

❖

The blonde bimbo stepped out of the elevator as his stilettos announced his presence on the executive floor. The space was bright and open plan, with a sleek desk outside each large windowed office. Each desk had a pretty woman sitting, typing away, while ignoring the two who were wandering through. Harry couldn’t tell whether the secretaries were NPCs or player characters, but they appeared eerily uniform in their work.

Michael led the way as he approached a heavy metal door marked with Lex Marvel’s nameplate. Harry’s heart pounded as he saw the name, his memories of Lex’s member in his mouth, and the uncomfortable way the silver-haired character made him feel whenever he eyed the beautiful blonde up. Michael pushed the door open, revealing a white, polished office with a large metal desk dominating the center. There was a plush leather couch to the side of the room, along with a large bookcase. The screen on the CEO’s desk showed images of various locations within the premises.

Lex Marvel rose from behind the desk, his silver hair slicked back obnoxiously, and his pinstriped suit was tailored along his frame to perfection. With StphnBoss hovering above the avatar, the man’s presence radiated authority, far more so than Michael’s. Still, his eyes locked onto Harry with a sleazy hunger that made the feminized gamer’s stomach twist. “Hayley! I didn’t expect to see you today,” the boss grinned, stepping closer towards the couple. He extended a hand to Michael, locking him in a tight handshake. “Bringing your wife to work is a surefire way to get in the boss’s good books, Mitch. Good move.”

Harry forced a smile, his red lips curving into a seductive arc. “Like, it’s so nice to see you again, Lex!” he cooed with artificial charm. The blonde stepped forward, his determination to keep Lex distracted and succeed in his mission pushing him to close the distance. Wrapping his arms around Lex’s neck, he pressed his body against the older man’s, his cleavage brushing against the pinstriped suit. The feminized bimbo leaned in, delivering a deep, sensual kiss, his lips teasing Lex’s with a slow, provocative rhythm. His tongue explored, guided by an unseen instinct, holding back the bile in his gut as he focused on the task. Harry’s fingers, nimble despite his long red nails, quietly slipped into Lex’s back pocket, deftly retrieving the man’s ID card.

Lex’s hand settled on Harry’s hips, his fingers grazing the smooth skirt, sending a shiver of arousal down the gamer’s spine. “Mmm, now that’s an introduction. You’re even more stunning than I remember, Hayley,” Lex murmured, his voice thick with desire as he pulled back from the curvaceous figure, his eyes devouring the blonde’s curves. “Why don’t we spend a little private time together? If your husband doesn’t mind, that is.” He flashed a grin at Michael as if to tell him that the man didn’t have a real choice in the matter.

Michael’s smirk was calculated, his hand resting lightly on Harry’s shoulder as he pulled the bimbo closer to him, the touch sparking another jolt of arousal within Harry. “Of course,” he said nonchalantly. “I’ve got some work to get done, and I’d love it if you kept Hayley occupied. She’s been dying to see more of UltraTek.”

Lex chuckled. “No problem at all, Mitch,” he said, his tone dripping with anticipation. “I’d be delighted to show your wife around. We’ll have a fine time.” He turned around as Michael and Harry embraced each other.

As Harry leaned in for the hug, he slipped Lex’s stolen ID badge into his partner’s pocket before leaning up and giving him a kiss; he had to keep up appearances after all. “Like, don’t worry about me, cutie. I’m in safe hands,” Harry giggled as his bimbo tone chirped.

Michael pulled back from the kiss, his lips forming a satisfied grin. “Enjoy yourself, babe,” he said smoothly. He stepped toward the door before adjusting his tie, his eyes flicking to Lex with a knowing nod. “I’ll catch up with you later, sir. Take good care of my wife.” With a final glance at Harry, Michael slipped a hand in his pocket, fumbling with the ID card and slipped out, the heavy metal door closing behind him with a soft thud, leaving Harry alone with the predatory boss.

Lex smiled and stepped closer again, sliding a hand to Harry’s lower back, the touch igniting another shiver of arousal through the blonde’s sexually confident trait. “Come, Hayley, let’s get comfortable,” he said with a low and suggestive tone as he guided Harry towards the plush leather couch. Harry’s heels clicked with each step, his body swaying as he settled onto Lex’s lap, his thighs brushing against the man’s suit. Harry knew that he was on the clock, and he couldn’t waste this opportunity.

The bimbo nestled closer, his body pressed into Lex’s, the leather couch creaking softly beneath them. “Mmmm, like, this is so cozy, Lex,” he cooed with forced sweetness as he tilted his head, letting his platinum curls cascade over his shoulder. His fingers trailed along Lex’s tie, a playful gesture to keep his ‘husband’s’ boss engaged. However, his stomach churned with revulsion at his seductive act. He focused on the task, knowing every moment bought Michael time to search for the device that could restore his life.

The silver-haired man’s grin widened, his hand sliding up Harry’s thigh, beneath the skirt in a manner that made the blonde’s breath hitch. “You’re a natural, Hayley,” he said. “UltraTek is all about pushing boundaries, but you? You’re a breath of fresh air amongst these feminist eco-warriors.” His fingers lingered, brushing the skin beneath the latex skirt. “Stick with me, and I’ll show you a world of pleasure you can’t imagine.”

Harry giggled, leaning forward to brush his lips against Lex’s ear. “Like, you’re totally making me blush, big guy,” he said, masking his disgust. Harry glanced around and shifted on Lex’s lap. He knew that sticking around the man’s office was sure to land him in an uncomfortable situation. “Why don’t you, like, show me what makes UltraTek so special? I’d love a tour.” His words were a calculated distraction, one that prompted Lex to smile and nod, lifting Harry from his lap and taking the blonde’s hand, ready to show him around.

❖

Lex guided Harry through an automatic glass sliding door that led into UltraTek’s R&D facility, his hand possessively on the small of the blonde’s back. “Enough with those boring offices, Hayley. This is where the magic truly happens,” he grinned as he gently pushed the feminized gamer through the facility.

The lab hummed with the low drone of automatic machinery, workstations cluttered with irregularly shaped plastic molds, and showcased almost-finished, shiny, unfamiliar devices. Harry’s heels clicked against the white reflective floor, his heart pounding as he glanced up at the clock on the wall, wondering how much progress his virtual ‘husband’ had made. He gasped as he came across a phallic-looking object lying on the table. Harry had expected a high-finance operation, or perhaps some cutting-edge tech firm. However, this company was neither of those things.

Lex smiled wider as he caught Harry’s gasp, his fingers lingering on the blonde’s lower back. “Surprised, Hayley?” he said, his voice thick with amusement. “UltraTek doesn’t deal in stocks or software. We craft adult entertainment toys, the finest pleasure devices in all of Maplewood.” Harry’s crimson lips parted in shock, his mind reeling. Sex toys? This was supposed to be an immersive life simulator, and one of the biggest businesses in the game created sex toys? This was the empire Lex and Michael were part of?

Harry forced a giggle to keep Lex engaged; his determination to buy Michael time reinforced his faux interest in the subject. “Like, that’s so totally hot, Lex!” he cooed. “Maybe you have some freebies for me to take home.” He giggled again.

“Oh, we’ve got plenty to show you, sweetheart,” Lex said suggestively. He guided Harry to a nearby workstation, where a smooth device with soft, pulsating pads sat on display. “This is our newest breast massager. The first iteration was a best seller, and we predict this one will become just as successful. Lex’s fingers deftly unbuttoned the top of Harry’s white blouse without permission, exposing the full, creamy swell of his DD-cup breasts.

Before Harry could protest, Lex attached the pads, their velvety surfaces clinging to his sensitive skin. The gray-haired CEO activated the device, and a slow, rhythmic pulse began, kneading Harry’s breasts with deliberate, sensual strokes. Each vibration sent small bursts of pleasure through Harry’s cells, his Exhibitionist trait amplifying the sensations due to his public exposure. The blonde’s breath caught, a loud moan escaping his highly plump, scarlet lips as his body arched involuntarily, his thighs clenching against the latex skirt. “Like, oh my gosh, Lex, that’s like so intense!” he gasped, his humiliation burning as he fought to keep Lex’s attention.

Lex’s eyes gleamed with delight, his hands cupping Harry’s exposed breasts as the massager went to work. “I knew you’d love that, Hayley,” he murmured as he deactivated the breast massager and set it aside, allowing Harry to rebutton his shirt.

The CEO guided his guest to another station, where a pair of sleek, metallic pads connected to a compact control unit waiting on a stand. “This is our brand-new Headgasm Unit, a game-changer,” Lex said, his tone dripping with anticipation. Again, without permission, he pressed the pads to Harry’s scalp, their cool surfaces adhering with a gentle suction. “We release this next week, and the pre-orders are outstripping supply.”

With a tap on the control unit, a surge of electrical signals flooded Harry’s brain, targeting his pleasure centers with pinpoint precision. An intense orgasm erupted within the blonde bimbo without warning, his body shuddering violently and thighs pressing together helplessly. Harry’s red lips parted in an audible cry, his mind reeling from the violation. Still, his screams made absolutely clear what his bimbofied body was feeling. “Ohh, ohh, oh myyyy!” he cried out, lips parted in an O-shape as the pleasure assaulted his brain and spread to every cell in his body.

Lex’s grin widened, his fingers brushing Harry’s neck as he removed the pads, the touch extending the pleasure running through the blonde’s trembling frame. “Quite the experience, isn’t it, Hayley?” he said teasingly. He set the Headgasm unit aside, his eyes never leaving his companion’s flushed face, savoring the blonde’s reaction.

Harry’s mind screamed at the violation, his shock at the company’s perverse business deepening. Still, he forced a breathy giggle, determined to keep Lex distracted. “Like, that was so sexy, Lex!” he cooed as he batted his dark eyelashes to maintain the act.

Lex’s hand slid to Harry’s waist as he urged the blonde forward to continue the tour. They settled at another desk. A red ball gag with a long phallic instrument protruding from one side sat on a metal pedestal as if it were on display. “This here is my pride and joy,” Lex announced with sadistic glee before picking it up. “This is our blowjob trainer prototype.” Harry’s eyes widened at the mention of the item’s name. “It’s designed to train the wearer’s throat into becoming the ultimate pleasure zone.”

Without waiting for consent, the CEO grasped the gag and pressed it between the blonde’s scarlet lips, sliding the cock-shaped piece deep into his mouth, its smooth texture massaging his throat with slow, deliberate pulses. Harry’s eyes widened, a muffled moan escaping as the device worked while Lex clasped the strap behind Harry’s head, locking it in place.

Lex watched and enjoyed the sight before him. To any passerby, they would notice the large spherical plastic gag between Harry’s painted lips. However, they wouldn’t see the cock inside his mouth working away and retraining his throat into becoming the perfect blowjob recepticle. “It’s reshaping your throat to maximize pleasure, and turning your mouth into an erogenous zone.” He laughed at Harry’s reaction. “Don’t worry, it takes about 48 hours to retrain your mouth fully, and we don’t have that time right now.”

The silver-haired man unclasped the straps and slowly removed the gag, letting the long cock-shape slide out of the feminized man’s mouth with a wet pop, leaving Harry gasping as his lips tingling with residual sensations. “What do you think, Hayley?”

The feminized bimbo gasped, wiping his red-lipped mouth free of the lingering drool. This wasn’t just a sex toy manufacturer. They were making virtual toys capable of just about anything, and it all felt incredibly realistic inside the immersive game. “Wow. I totally love it, Lex!” He chirped, keeping up his dumb blonde routine, not sure how much longer he could keep the CEO occupied without opening his legs.

Lex grinned with satisfaction as he set the prized blowjob trainer back on its pedestal. “UltraTek runs the pleasure game around here, Hayley,” he chuckled to himself. “People will pay a lot of money to experience the pleasure we offer. That’s the real currency in Maplewood.” The imposing man took two steps back and whistled at Harry’s busty, curvaceous frame. “You are capable of providing a lot of pleasure around here.” His words were sleazy and sent an unnerving shudder down the blonde’s spine.

A burly security guard in a black uniform suddenly pushed through the lab’s glass door, flanked by two other uniformed men, his face stern as he approached Lex with urgency. He leaned in, whispering something in the CEO’s ear, his voice too low for Harry to catch. Lex’s grin faltered, his eyes narrowing as he listened and his hand dropping from Harry’s waist.

The blonde’s heart skipped, his determination to keep Lex distracted wavering as he sensed trouble. Lex nodded curtly, his expression hardening, and turned to Harry with a tight smile. “Looks like we have to cut the tour short. We have a little problem to deal with, sweetheart.” His tone was clipped and devoid of the jovialness he previously presented. The CEO took Harry’s arm and gently led him out of the R&D chamber as the blonde wondered if the plan had faltered.

❖

Michael slipped out of the elevator, his new blue maintenance technician uniform blending seamlessly with the corridors of UltraTek’s restricted floor. The stolen ID card hummed slightly when Michael scanned it at the elevator, allowing him to ascend to the forbidden level. The man had mapped out the cameras’ blind spots and created a path that would enable him to reach the desired room without being seen. Michael’s steps were silent, the rubber soles of his work boots muffling his tread as he moved, avoiding the sight of the drones above his head.

He pushed open a door marked “Server Room”, having not noticed it before, and stepped into a space filled with towering racks of blinking servers. Two workers in identical blue uniforms glanced up from their consoles, their eyes narrowing inquisitively. The player character flashed a disarming smile, adjusting the cap on his head. “Just here for a routine maintenance check. Don’t mind me,” he said smoothly, his voice steady despite his racing pulse. Michael stepped toward a server rack, his fingers brushing the cool metal as he mimicked a technician’s motions, pretending to inspect circuits he didn’t understand. The workers exchanged a glance but returned to their screens, satisfied.

Michael nodded, his cap tilting slightly. “Everything checks out here,” he said, his tone calm as he backed toward the door. “Keep up the good work, guys.” He slipped out, his pulse still hammering from almost sabotaging the mission with such an error. As he moved swiftly down the corridor, another unmarked door caught his eye. He pushed his open, revealing a stark restroom with pristine porcelain features. He muttered a curse; perhaps he hadn’t memorized the layout as much as he’d thought. He closed the door with a soft click and continued his search, his eyes scanning the maze of corridors for any clue to the device’s location.

Further down, a heavy door loomed, its surface etched with “Restricted Room - Authorized Personnel Only.” Michael’s breath caught; this looked promising. He stepped up to the door and attempted to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. The bespectacled gamer slipped the stolen access card from his pocket and scanned it at the adjacent panel. A green light flashed above, and the door unlocked with a quiet, low hum.

Michael pushed the door open, stepping into a vast empty chamber, its walls bare except for a glass case at the far end. Inside, a pyramid-shaped gold object pulsed with faint holographic markings; this was the device he was looking for. He knew it.

The gamer tiptoed forward, his boots carefully avoiding the crisscrossing lasers on the floor, their thin beams slicing through the air like ominous threats. Each step was measured, his body low as he navigated the grid with his eyes locked on the golden pyramid. He knew he only needed to touch the golden device to access its power. The moment he had his hands on it, he would be able to rewrite the code and transport himself away from the building and toward safety.

The ball-capped man carefully reached the glass case, his fingers trembling as he lifted it with agonizing care, the cool surface sliding upward. The golden pyramid sat exposed, its marking shimmering with the promise of unfettered power. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding with the anticipation of making the game a better experience for all players, his hand inching closer to the device that could reshape Lifesynced’s reality. Just one touch, and he’d be out of the building, and perhaps he’d save Harry, too.

A sudden whirring shattered the silence, and two high-tech flying drones swooped in, their metallic bodies zoning in on their target. They fired latex projectiles, the sticky substance enveloping Michael’s hands before he had the opportunity to touch the mighty pyramid. The latex hardened around his hands, forming round, red ball glove mittens. The glossy latex clung tightly, its smooth texture rendering his fingers useless; his mittened hands fumbled towards the pyramid but were unable to grasp its sleek surface. He cursed as his plan began to unravel.

Six security guards burst through the door, their black uniforms imposing as they leveled rifles at the mittened man’s head. “Hands up, now!” one barked commandingly, his weapon trained on the intruder’s forehead. Michael froze, his heart sinking as the reality of his failure crashed over him. The code-altering device was right there, inches away and exposed, but his latex-clad hands made it impossible for the man to touch the object.

Michael’s mittened hands rose slowly as he placed them behind his head, the smooth, restrictive material making his fingers useless. “Don’t shoot,” he said as he surrendered, slowly dropping to his knees. The man in charge stepped forward, adjusting his UI to instantly remove the big round latex mittens before clasping his wrists in tight cuffs. The man picked him up and led Michael out of the room with the other five security guards following close behind.

❖

Two security guards shoved Michael through the metal door of Lex Marvel’s office, his wrists bound in tight cuffs, the metal biting into his skin. His undercover blue maintenance uniform was disheveled; his cap had been lost during the elevator ride to the executive floor. The office was dominated by a modern desk, clear of any clutter, and a few essential furnishings, but Michael’s focus snapped to Lex, who sat casually behind his desk, legs crossed, his pinstriped suit accentuating the man’s confident demeanor. Lex’s silver hair was combed back, his sharp features set in a smug, victorious grin, radiating control as his eyes flicked up from the note on his desk with lazy amusement.

Michael gasped sharply as his gaze landed on Harry, standing beside the seated Lex. The blonde’s tight white blouse was gone, replaced by a red leather harness that snaked around his busty DD-cup breasts, framing them invitingly, the straps tight and secured with small padlocks. His arms were forced behind his back, wrists bound upward in cuffs attached to the harness, padlocks ensuring his helplessness. A red ball gag with a black leather harness stretched the transformed gamer’s bright-red lips, its padlocked straps digging into his cheeks, silencing him. Michael’s eyes widened, his heart sinking at the sight of Harry’s humiliating bondage.

Lex leaned back in his chair, his grin curling with mockery as he uncrossed his legs, resting his hands on the desk. “You’ve been a naughty boy, Mitch,” he said condescendingly. “Trying to betray me? I valued you as an employee, but I can’t have snakes running around my company unmonitored.” He gestured toward Harry, his fingers grazing the red harness hugging the bimbo’s breasts so pleasingly, the touching making the blonde flinch and muffle a faint whimper through his gagged lips. “Your wife, however, has been a delight.”

Michael stumbled as the guards pushed him forward, his cuffed wrists straining against the merciless metal. “Let Hayley go, Lex,” he exclaimed resolutely. “She had nothing to do with this. It was my plan, not hers.” His words carried a surprising sincerity, and Harry’s gagged mouth muffled a soft gasp, his wide blue eyes meeting Michael’s with a flicker of shock.

The CEO’s laugh was sharp. “Oh, Mitch, you’re in no position to make demands,” he said, his tone dropping with scorn as he looked up at his cuffed employee. He motioned to the guards, who forced Michael forward, bending him over the desk’s edge before the powerful boss, his chest pressing against the smooth surface. “You should be more worried about what’s going to happen to you, not your pretty little wife.”

The guards seized Michael’s cuffed hands, their grip ruthless and unyielding as they forcefully pried the Master ring from the man’s finger. “No!” Michael shouted, his voice raw with desperation as he thrashed against their hold, but the effort was futile.

One guard handed the ring to Lex, who held it between his fingers, his triumphant grin deepening as he examined its simple band. “This is my finest invention yet,” Lex said, his voice low and laced with a predatory edge. He slipped the ring onto his finger, prompting the blonde to sense a sudden cold shiver run down his naked spine.

Lex’s eyes locked onto Harry’s, and he leaned forward. “Kneel, Hayley,” he commanded, his voice smooth and authoritative. Harry’s body obeyed instantly, dropping to his knees on the office floor, his padlocked cuffs tugging against his wrists tightly. The blonde’s gagged lips muffled a faint whimper, his blue eyes wide with fear as he stared up at Lex. He hadn’t intended to kneel, but his body obeyed the possessor of the Master ring, and that was no longer Michael.

The boss remained seated, his posture relaxed as he waved a hand at the guards. “Take him to the cells,” he ordered, his voice cold and dismissive. “Lock him up until I decide what to do with him.” The guards yanked Michael upright, their grips bruising as they dragged the man toward the door, his boots scuffing the floor as he attempted to resist. Michael took one last glance at Hayley’s gagged, lowered head, and a lump caught in his throat. What had he done?

Lex leaned forward in his chair, his grin cruel as he reached out, patronizingly patting Harry’s platinum curls, his fingers lingering on the tight leather harness of the locked red ball gag. “You have a new Master now, sweetheart,” he said menacingly, tugging the feminized gamer’s harness to force him to stare at the powerful man. “Things are going to change around here, starting with you.” Harry’s gagged lips trembled, his muffled whimpers swallowed by the gag as despair coiled in his gut. Just an hour ago, he believed freedom was brushing his fingertips, and now it suddenly seemed further from reach than ever before. How was he going to get out of this mess, he wondered.

End of Chapter Seven