Chapter Three

My feet were killing me by the time I reached the 28th top floor of the building. Although no one stopped to ask me where I was headed, my new look and the kinky uniform drew a lot of stares. One man was even brash enough to pull on the chain connecting my nipples just before he exited the crowded elevator. Hobbling off the elevator, the 28th floor was practically empty. There were only three offices on this level belonging to the three most powerful figures in the company, along with a private cafeteria and the executive meeting room.

I carefully made my way across the corridor, stretching my hands out to keep my balance. The combination of the extreme heels and the weight of my inflated F-cup chest meant that every step forward needed to be made with so much meticulous planning to ensure I didn’t stumble forward and fall flat on my face.

Sitting at a desk directly in front of the CEO’s office was a rubber-clad African-American woman typing away with ridiculously long red painted nails. I had no idea what color her hair color was as the jet-black rubber hood covered her entire head, with a window in the front displaying her face. Although the desk obscured her lower body, it appeared as though she was wearing a matching black catsuit, with her large round breasts protruding through two holes in front of the suit. Her nipples were unnaturally extended, and gold hoop piercings finished off the decoration.

A large black ball filled her mouth, and when she looked up to witness me pass her, her eyes widened in surprise. “Mpphh!” I heard her call out unintelligibly as I tottered towards Mr Masters’ office door. I heard the woman urgently type away on her PC, and suddenly, a mechanical voice sounded from her speakers. “Wait, who are you? You don’t have an appointment.” I chuckled when I heard the message, reduced to using a computer to communicate. I ignored her and opened the large door; this matter was too urgent to wait.

As I carefully stepped inside, I saw Harold Masters at his desk. He looked up with a stern, annoyed look when his door opened without invitation, but his expression softened when he saw me hobbling towards him. He clasped his hands together, obviously admiring my form. “Sarah Jackson, now this is a pleasant surprise. May I say they did a fine job down in the dungeon.” I shuddered, his tone openly patronizing me. The jingle of my nipple chain echoed in the large room, but eventually, I managed to stand in front of his desk.

“Mr Masters, I am sorry to disturb you.” I still wasn’t used to hearing Sarah’s soprano escape my lips. “I have something urgent to discuss with you, something you’ll find alarming.”

I couldn’t read the large man’s expression as he appeared to contemplate a woman approaching him with her huge breasts on display for him, announcing that she had an urgent message to share with him. Ultimately, his neutral expression transformed into a smile. “Ohh, you do? Well, how about you sit on my lap, and you can tell me all about it.”

He clearly didn’t take me seriously, and I didn’t blame him. I likely would have never listened to a word I said dressed like this, either. I leaned forward and slammed my control watch on his desk. “This is serious, Sir.” I wasn’t prepared to play the long game.

Harold was clearly staggered by my abruptness, unaccustomed to being spoken to so steadfastly by a woman. “Watch your tone, Missy.” He snapped back. “But go on, tell me what you need to discuss and why you have someone’s control watch.”

I didn’t feel like this was moving in a positive direction, and it was only a matter of time before he kicked me out of the room, and my chance was gone forever. “Sir, this will be difficult to believe, but my name is Hugh Connolly. My researcher, Sarah Jackson, has developed a mind transference device and tricked me into swapping bodies with her. You must believe me; this technology has put us all in danger!”

Harold raised an eyebrow. I couldn’t fathom if he believed my story, but he seemed to be at least taking it seriously. “A mind transference device? Did you knock your head down in the dungeon?” He responded sarcastically.

“Sir, you must believe me. This is serious. Look…” I tried one more time, picking up the control watch on the table, entering my security pin number, and unlocking the screen. I tossed the watch over to the CEO.

He examined the watch briefly, before looking back up at me. “What is this meant to prove exactly? You could have seen Mr Connolly enter the code somewhere, or perhaps he had written it down.”

I gasped; this was proving more difficult than I had planned. “Sir, I’m telling you the truth. Do you remember when we first met? You called me into your office and explained your vision for the company.” This was my final chance. “We shared a glass of whiskey, and I told you I would follow you all the way. Do you remember what you told me?” That had caught his attention. “You said that I reminded you of your son.”

His demeanor immediately softened. Suddenly, it felt like he truly believed me, and the consequences of this were severe. He paused for a moment, no doubt contemplating his next move. Finally, he pressed a button on his intercom, “Slut, summon Hugh Connolly to my office. Tell him it’s urgent.”

The wait was awkward and painful. I stood perched on my extreme heels, not daring to request to sit in my current position. Although I was convinced that I had successfully persuaded him, I didn’t want to push my luck. After an agonizingly long time standing in silence, I turned my head when I heard a knock at the door, and my rightful body stepped inside the office.

Sarah was clearly surprised to see me, judging by the startled look in my brown eyes, and I gave her a knowing smirk. She had no idea how much trouble she was in now. “Mr Masters, you called for me.” I heard my masculine voice speak with a nervousness that gave me joy.

The CEO waited for Sarah to stand beside me before he spoke. “Yes. Hugh, I have a question for you. What was the first thing I said to you when we first met in this office?” I grinned. He had the bitch now.

Sarah, in my body, looked confused, but she was clearly putting the pieces together and knew that she was fucked. “Sir, umm, I.. I…” It felt pathetic hearing my voice stumble so meekly.

“That’s enough!” Mr Masters commanded with authority. “So it is true.” His words filled me with delight. I couldn’t wait for her to beg for her job. To pray for us not to turn her in. Harold tossed my control watch over to Sarah, occupying my body. “Make this right now, or do I have to call security?”

Sarah sighed and hesitated for a moment. She knew she was trapped and things would only get worse for her if she delayed it any longer. She tapped away on my watch until I felt a sharp sting in the back of my neck. I smacked the back of my neck as I felt the pinch. Looking down at my giant, exposed chest, it was clear we hadn’t swapped bodies. “What was that?” I asked, confused.

I watched Harold Masters looking deeply into my eyes; his expression seemed off. “Tell me your name and your role in this company.”

What kind of question was that? Was Mr Masters starting to doubt my story? I had brought him the proof. We had the slut cornered. “My name is Sarah Jackson, and I am a researcher for SlaveTech Inc.,” I responded to his question before my eyes shot open in shock. That wasn’t right. “No, wait. My name is Sarah!” Why the hell couldn’t I say my name?

I heard laughter from both men, and something told me I was in deep trouble. “Level 3 of that behavior chip does some amazing things, Sarah. That is your name, right?” I place my fists on the table. “What is going on here? We need to lock this bitch up. My name is Sarah!” No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t use my real name.

The CEO smirked again, stifling a chuckle. I watch him rummage around in a drawer on his desk, and he slides a small makeup kit towards me. “You will only be able to refer to yourself as Sarah from now on, so you should get used to it. Do you want another demonstration?” Had Harold planned this? Didn’t he realize the danger he was in? “Your lipstick has smeared.”

I gasped. Was it true? I immediately picked up the makeup kit and flipped open the mirror. He was right! How could I walk around looking like this? I expertly used the pads to clean my pouty lips before picking up the brush and painting them in a cute pink shade. Once my huge lips were fully painted, I used the gloss to give them an inviting shine. Kissing seductively into the mirror, my lips looked perfect again. Once I finished posing in the mirror, I dropped it in horror. What the fuck was I thinking? Why did I suddenly care about how my lips looked? “What did you do?” I asked in a panic.

“I guess I should come clean,” Mr Masters spoke ominously. Hugh left my side and walked towards our boss, standing beside him. “I am not Harold Masters. Well, I am, but I’m not.” I had no idea what he was referring to, but after looking down at my overinflated breasts, it suddenly clicked. “Have you ever heard of Sindy Gonzales, Sarah?”

His question threw me. What did Sindy Gonzales have to do with anything? She was a Latina rebel on the FBI’s 10 Most Wanted list. She inspired the last female revolt five years ago. Gonzales led the rebellion directly to the government’s doorstep in DC, and thousands of women lost their lives in response. Sindy had disappeared that day, and the government had declared her dead. However, there were rumors that she had slipped through their net and went underground, although no proof was ever presented. I saw Mr Masters glancing affectionately up at Hugh, and I finally connected the dots. “Wait, you are Sindy Gonzales?”

Mr Masters beamed a broad smile. “Bingo!” he declared. When Sarah contacted me and told me what she was working on, I was excited at the possibilities. We could use this technology to put pressure on the government, to change things forever.” I stood uncomfortably, realizing how much trouble I was in. “But changing things so dramatically would lead to resistance. Men become rabid when cornered, so we had to play this smart.” I shook my head in disbelief; this couldn’t be happening. “We decided we could influence change from the inside if we had power and influence. What man had a greater influence on the lawmakers than the CEO of the largest slave corporation in the country?”

I tried to listen but was distracted by one burning question running through my mind. “Where is Mr Masters? The real Mr Masters?” I asked timidly, and the CEO grinned widely again. Knowing it was the rebel traitor behind that smile sickened me even more.

“Ohh,” Harold started, “Let’s just say the FBI will finally capture the infamous Sindy Gonzales this evening.” I gasped. Of course! If Sindy was now in the CEO’s body, then his mind must have been transferred into hers. “I imagine they will make a big show of her arrest tomorrow morning, and her very public trial will be swift.” They had really thought of everything, which wasn’t good for me.

“Where do I come into this? Why did you have to trap me in this body?” I asked. They got what they wanted, taking over the company, but why did they have to steal my body?

My question elicited a chuckle from my old form. “Sarah is the greatest scientist this company has ever had; she made the impossible possible. Mr Masters declared, staring up at Hugh. “I promised her a powerful position by my side and a new body that commanded respect, and it turns out she loathes you, so it all worked out.” I couldn’t help but notice the silent smirk on the face of my old body.

“Tomorrow, I will announce Hugh Connolly as my brand new Chief Technology Officer.” I shook my head again; this couldn’t be happening. You will finally get to see the great Hugh Connolly on the board of directors. Unfortunately, you will be watching from the sidelines.” Harold laughed mockingly, clearly enjoying my anguish as I was forced to listen to him like a supervillain declaring his evil plan to the bound hero.

“So what does that mean for me?” I asked, but I couldn’t wrap any of it round my head. “I’m expected to play my role as Sarah Jackson, Researcher at SlaveTech?” The thought made me shudder. Sarah was the only woman in the department, and the male scientists were perverted nerds.

The large CEO bellowed out a laugh, and Hugh soon joined him. “Ohh, sweety,” I watched him nervously. “I don’t think so. You are in a lot of trouble.” I parted my lips and gasped. What was he talking about? “I have just been presented proof that Sarah Jackson used company resources to create a highly illegal mind transference device. This information should be handed over to the police.”

My eyes widened. They wanted to drag me into slavery? “But…” Harold held his hand up when I spoke, signaling for me to be silent. “However, if this got out, it would be highly damaging to SlaveTech. The news that we allowed a woman enough resources to make such dangerous tech could bankrupt us.” I felt a sigh of relief run through me.

“However, this can’t be left unpunished. I plan to open court proceedings and sue you for damages you have caused the company. We need to make an example out of you to ensure other women don’t get similar ideas.” My eyes widened.

I was stunned. I didn’t create the damn technology, and now they wanted to pin it on me. Suing me was just as horrific as handing me to the police; I would end up on the auction block either way. “What’s the difference? You know pushing me into debt will entrap me into slavery just as much as my arrest would.”

The CEO nodded, “You are correct, but we plan to change that.” I stared silently at him. What was he talking about now? “We don’t believe it’s fair that a woman is subjected to slavery for life simply for falling into a little bit of unmanageable debt.” He grinned, and I got the feeling I wouldn’t like where this was heading. “Hugh and I plan to appeal to Congress and make a deal with the Government. Instead of sentencing indebted women to slavery, we plan to allow them to work off their debt.”

“Work off their debt?” I asked curiously, “Like community service?”

Mr Masters looked up at Hugh before smiling back at me. “Yes, facilitated by SlaveCorp. They will work off their debt indefinitely until it is paid off, with the proceeds transferred to their creditors. SlaveTech will take a commission, of course.” I parted my lips but couldn’t find the words to respond. “It’s perfect, don’t you think? The creditors are guaranteed their money back, and the women are able to return to their old lives when their debts are paid in full.”

“And you want me to take part in this new scheme of yours?” I finally found the words to respond. “What does that entail, exactly?”

Harold laughed and clapped his hands together. “Ohh, Sarah, you are going to be the prototype. This is going to be a huge money maker for us.” I swallowed hard at Mr Masters's ominous comment. This wasn’t going to end well for me.

❖

Six Months Later

I stared ahead at the crowds of men walking past, stopping occasionally to appraise me. My face was frozen in place, as was the rest of my body, sealed upright in a transparent vacbed. My huge lips were parted, and my mouth formed an O shape; it was the only pose I could make to ensure I could breathe through the rubber. My hands were frozen beside my head, and my legs were slightly parted. My massive round tits were the only part of my body not covered up by the latex, jutting through two holes and still connected by the gold chain connecting my piercings. I no longer needed to wear the waist trainer, and my abdomen had shrunk down to 20”.

My toes were still trapped in boots that forced them to point down, but the heel on the boot was completely missing. Giant rubber dildos were sealed inside both my pussy and ass.

A fat glass-wearing man seemed to take an interest in me, reading the description on the screen beside me. He used one of his grubby hands to grope my left breasts, forcing me to shudder in toned-down pleasure. Reaching into his pocket, he slipped a quarter into a coin mechanism. I moaned out in lustful pleasure when the dildos came to life and started vibrating inside my sensitive pussy and asshole. The vibrations ceased after 5 seconds, much to my disappointment.

Above my vacbed, in bright red font, displayed the amount of $732,680.75. That was how much I needed to make before earning my freedom; under the current rate, it would take me a little over 20 years.

Being trapped in the vacbed display gave me a lot of time to contemplate how much my life had changed in the last six months. SlaveTech followed through on suing me for reckless performance and damaging the company’s reputation. The trial was a sham, and I had no chance to defend myself. They had all the proof, and I couldn’t even tell the court who I really was. The judge awarded SlaveTech compensation of $750,000.

At the same time, Mr Masters succeeded in lobbying Congress and had the law changed. He signed an exclusive contract with the judicial department and launched a debt collection service. I was currently located in SlaveTech’s flagship Slut Rental Center, located directly next to the headquarters. Rental Centers were placed in every city in the country and allowed judges to sentence women to pay off their debts instead of sending them directly into slavery. All revenue generated is sent directly to the creditor, with a 20% commission retained by SlaveTech.

Next to each vacbed lists a description of the woman trapped inside. It displays her name, age, the name of her creditor, and the reason she is in debt. Once her debt counter reaches zero, the modified Control Collar around her neck unlocks, and she is free to resume her life.

I heard a high-pitched beep and felt the rubber surrounding me loosen, starting to dissolve and free me from my prison. The dildos inside my pussy and ass also disappeared, and I became free to move. I stepped forward and noticed the chubby nerd from earlier staring at me.

“Hello, Master, how may I be of service?” I recited the opening rehearsed phrase. My Control Collar vibrated, and I knew the generic display had changed to a countdown, allowing the customer to know how long he had left before he had to return me. The man abruptly stepped up to me and pushed a long plastic phallic object inside my mouth, so long that it slid down my open throat. The man wrapped the straps around my head, fastening a panel gag on my face.

“Shut up slut. I could only afford $10, so I just got you for an hour. Follow me.” He clipped a leash to my Control Collar and led me out of the building. I walked confidently on my tiptoes behind him despite lacking a supporting heel. The ballet heels had succeeded in conforming my feet, and I could only walk on my toes from now on. My bubble butt swaying seductively with each step.

The large man led me into the building next door, the building I had worked in for ten years. I shamelessly followed my customer through the lobby and stopped at the elevator. As we ascended, he turned to me and placed his mouth on one of my pierced nipples, his hand caressing my pussy. I moaned through the gag, leaning into his hand. I had struggled to deal with customers at first, but the pleasure was addictive, and I couldn’t deny the ecstasy of his fingers flicking my clit.

Stepping out of the elevator, I immediately knew which floor we were on. The man led me through the R&D bullpen and pulled me into the break room. “About time. Let’s have a look at her.” I vaguely recognized the face of the man standing in the break room. “What? An hour? That’s not enough time!” He was the intern I had sent back to his workstation when he was distracting ogling Sarah’s new uniform.

“It’s all I could afford, Jake.” The fat man responded, “So, we’re even now?” The intern named Jake appeared to reluctantly nod, causing the chubby man to breathe a sigh of relief. “Ohh, good. Slut, bend over the table.”

“Mmphh mphh,” I muffled under my gag before strutting sensuously toward the large table in the room, arching my back and bending over. It was the perfect height to push my ass up in the air and hang my huge F-cup tits over the other side.

I felt a thick cock prop up against my ass and slowly push itself in. I moaned out lustfully, my clit buzzing in pleasure as it pressed inside. I felt someone unstrap my panel gag while the man behind me started fucking my ass. With the cock gag removed, it was soon replaced by a real cock, giving me a second member to satisfy.

“Did you know before you started here, this bitch was a legend around here?” The man fucking my ass declared to the other man. I moaned out over the cock in my mouth; being fucked in two holes simultaneously always vibrated my clit like crazy.

“No way, really?” The fat man responded. I heard ‘Jake’ chuckle before grabbing my asscheeks and pushing himself in hard. “Mmm, fuck, yes.” He responded. “The guys always resented how much she outshone them.”

I found it difficult to follow their conversation, with each thrust filling me with more pleasure, spreading through my body. “Rumor has it she started siphoning company secrets to ControlCorp, but got found out.” What was he talking about? That never happened. Suddenly, the man fucking my mouth groaned out and exploded deep down my throat. Every cell in my body responded to his climax in an orgasm of my own. “Wow, that was quick.” Jake mocked his colleague. “Anyway, apparently SlaveTech sued her for $750k, and now she’s a fuck doll until it’s paid off. Now that’s karma- arghh.”

I felt Jake climax in my ass, and my own orgasm doubled in intensity. My entire body felt limp and powerless as I allowed the pleasure to overtake me. I had lost count of how many orgasms I’d received in the last six months, but they never seemed to lose their intensity.

When both men finished cumming, they slid out of my mouth and ass, my own climax coming to an abrupt end. “Shit, we only have 5 minutes left. Just enough time to clean my cock, slut.” Jake demanded. I lifted myself off the table and looked down at his semi-erect member. “Yes, Master,” I responded, dropping down to my knees and licking his cummed cock. My pussy spasmed in mini orgasms every time I tasted his salty cum.

When the time on my collar reached zero, I immediately headed toward the elevator and back toward the Rental Center. My legs wouldn’t allow me to stop until I was safely back inside my vacbed. I tottered seductively through the entrance lobby of my former workplace and made my way to the building next door.

My display stand was empty, and my legs continued moving until I stood on the pedestal. Once I was standing in place, two nozzles rose from below me, and the phallic-shaped ends slid inside both my holes. A second nozzle tube dropped from the ceiling and entered my mouth. In unison, all three nozzles shot soapy water inside my orifices, cleaning my insides. The taste was disgusting, but I had now gotten used to the procedure.

Once my insides were clean, a nutritious substance was shot inside my mouth. It didn’t taste of anything, but it gave me all I needed to stay healthy. The nozzles withdrew from my orifices and retracted into the ceiling and floor.

I lifted my hands near my face and parted my plush lips into an O shape just as the transparent vacbed squeezed against my body again, trapping me in place. The rubber dildos reappeared inside of me, and I stared ahead until the next customer wanted to make use of me; the total above my head now displayed $732,670.75. This was my life now.