(The first collaboration between @CallMePlisskin and @glynco05 )
~ Prologue ~
Jodie was having so much fun. This was a dream made real. She was so very glad that she finally decided to explore her “bondage curious” impulses and reach out to other deviant little souls like herself on the Forever Bound Network website. Jodie had been welcomed warmly by the supportive community that she found at the FBN. After weeks of visiting the site, chatting with members, sharing her hopes and more, Jodie truly felt like part of a community. It’s the kind of acceptance she had long craved, growing up ashamed of her taboo appetite for inescapable bondage.
Jodie was known on the FBN by her profile name; Seeker50. Jodie had formed a particularly strong bond with a dominant young man with the profile name; Slaver4U. Every single time Jodie logged in, she could count on a prompt message from her friend Slaver, “Found you Seeker! Lol.” But one day, Slaver did not send his usual greeting. Instead, when Jodie logged in, she received the message, “I have a gift for you.” Jodie was both intrigued and nervous. She had always been very careful not to reveal personal or identifiable information to anyone on the FBN. In fact, doing so was prohibited on the site.
“That’s so nice,” Jodie responded, “but I can’t send my address.” Almost the very instant Jodie pressed “send” on the message, Slaver’s response arrived in the form of a link to a webpage to open a PO Box at the UPS store and a coupon code to pay for a month’s subscription. “Perfect! Thank you!” Jodie typed. Jodie hurriedly went to the site and entered the information and the coupon code. She set up a PO Box at a store a few towns away from her, just to be extra safe. The confirmation screen popped up stating that she now had a PO Box. Slaver responded, “I have the box number. Your gift will be there in the morning.”
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Jodie had just returned home for the UPS store with a large box the size of an oversized suit of luggage. She got inside her home, “Secure house,” she said, and the home AI went about locking any entry points that might have been unlocked. “House Secure,” returned the monotone AI voice. “Thanks House!” Jodie giggled to no one.
Jodie put the box on the table and tore into it. Inside was a large, hard-sided roller bag. Jodie lifted it carefully and set it on the floor. It was heavy and she had to brace herself when she lifted it. Jodie opened the container and found an unusual looking “costume.” There was a white envelope with the costume. Jodie opened it and read it. “This is a state of the art, top of the line, “Bondage Adventure” virtual reality suit. It will help you discover your true self. I found you! Slaver4U.” Jodie had heard about these in chats on the FBN. They were a fortune! They have the most incredible tech embedded in them. The suits are full bodysuits made from an amazing fabric that fits like spandex, glides like silk, and breathes like cotton. Jodie caressed her cheek with the luxurious fabric. The suit also has amazing hardware built into it, all designed to assist the wearer into perfectly helpless, inescapable bondage. Jodie could not WAIT to try on the suit and give it a test run. As she began carefully removing the suit from its memory foam lined container, Jodie felt a tinge of nervousness. She knew the suit was designed to release the wearer when they asked to be released, but she was a cautious person. Still, this is a five-star consumer rated, high-end product. What could go wrong!
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Jodie was now standing in the living room in front of her wall monitor. She was wearing the body suit. It covered her from head to toe. The luscious fabric felt every bit as slick and tantalizing as she had expected. The suit included a visor of sorts. It was more like a padded blindfold. Jodie had the visor raised up like the visor of a knight’s jousting helmet so she could watch the tutorial. Jodie had synched the suit to her wall monitor. The link was easily accomplished. The suit was meant to be 100% user friendly and so far, that reputation proved true.
“Welcome to your Bondage Adventure virtual reality suit,” the melodic woman’s voice cooed. “Rest assured, your deepest fantasies are about to be made real. You are in the best of hands. Please allow me to run a diagnostic on your suit, and we will be able to begin your journey.”
Displayed on her wall monitor were the words, “Bondage Adventure requests your permission to perform diagnostic. Do you consent? Yes. No.” The wall monitor’s sensors read Jodie’s eye movements. As Jodie scanned the screen, a cursor followed her eyes from the question to the word “Yes.” Jodie allowed the cursor to hover there for a moment. Then she “double tapped” by blinking twice and the cursor selected “Yes.” The suit seemed to come alive. Jodie felt whirling tiny motors activating throughout the suit and all across her body. She felt wheels spinning to life clockwise on her wrists, ankles, waist, knees, the small of her back…. almost everywhere. Then they spun back counterclockwise just as fast. The visor folded down over Jodie’s eyes plunging her into darkness momentarily. But the screen inside the visor ignited, filling her vision with images of beautiful landscapes and harmonious music began pumping through the earbuds in her suit’s hood. The visor retracted back up allowing Jodie to see the wall monitor again.
“Shall I show you a bondage menu, Seeker50?” Oh, the suit was customized for her. Neat! Jodie used her eye movement to hover once more over the word “Yes.” Jodie blinked and “Yes” was selected.
“Would you like a chest harness? Yes. No.” Feeling excited, Jodie quickly blinked an affirmative. As soon as she did, two long tube-like cable sprung from a concealed compartment in between Jodie’s should blades. The cables flew up over her shoulders and crossed like an “X” in front of her eyes. The loose ends of the cables plunged down and under each of her arms behind her back pulling the cable “X” tightly against her chest crisscrossing her breasts. The smoothness of the suit fabric allowed the cables to easily tighten around Jodie’s chest without pinching or even causing the suit to bunch up in the slightest. The cables wrapped around Jodie’s torso just beneath her ribs before darting up through the small gap between the back of her neck and a horizontal loop the cables had formed when they crossed. The cables then doubled back pulling the loop downward, tightening the entire harness. The loose ends snaked back inside the compartment they had sprung from. Jodie felt the vibration of turning wheels and felt the cables tightening even more so that they were snug. This process took less than 5 seconds for the suit to complete.
Jodie could not contain the enormous smile across her face. “Mirror” she stated, and a section of the monitor became a bright frontal display of Jodie. She loved the way she looked in the futuristic outfit with the tight cables wrapped around her upper body, framing her perky boobs, and accentuating her pretty curves. The mirror timed out and the monitor returned to the Bondage Adventure menu page.
“Would you like your wrists tied? Yes. No.” Jodie’s eyes leapt directly to “Yes.” Once again, two lengths of cable sprung from the wrists of the suit. Jodie’s arms had been hanging at her sides. The cables had minds of their own and launched themselves back behind Jodie, wrapping tight loops around the opposing wrists. Jodie heard and felt the now familiar sensation of rapidly spinning wheels and the four lengths of cable virtually snapped Jodie’s arms together behind her back. The cables made additional turns around her wrists. The wheels engaged again, and the frictionless cables tightened even more. Jodie’s wrists felt like they’d been welded together, palm to palm.
Jodie tried to twist her arms but found no slack at all. She tested the tension of her wrists ties but could not even wiggle them in the slightest. Slightly disconcerted, Jodie thought this was a good enough test run for the suit. It was a truly amazing toy. She couldn’t wait to thank her friend and she looked up at the monitor to log on to the FBN. “Open FBN,” Jodie said. But the monitor continued to display the next screen from the Bondage Adventures menu. “Open FBN. Log on screen.” Strange. Nothing happened. Jodie paced a few steps in no particular direction. She glanced around feeling exposed.
Jodie looked up again at the monitor and read the menu options. “Would you like to be gagged? Yes. No.” Maybe she just needed to click her way out of the menu first. Jodie’s eyes moved the cursor to the “No” button. The cursor hovered there. Jodie double blinked and, nothing happened. Jodie double blinked again. Still nothing happened. And then, without prompting from Jodie, the cursor creeped in slow motion from it position hovering above the “No” button until it was hovering above the “Yes” button. “No, no, no! House, mmmmfphhhhfff.”
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Jodie spent the last ten minutes watching helplessly as the Bondage Adventure tutorial menu clicked through screen after screen on its own. Jodie’s mouth had been completely plugged by an inflatable bladder that had been smartly concealed inside the face of the hood. Jodie had tried to use a verbal command for the house to summon help, but the gag stifled her efforts. A menu screen asked if Jodie would like a crotch rope. The mischievous cursor selected “Yes,” and the suit complied. Jodie had turned from the monitor to run for the door, but she barely made it a step before the familiar cables sprung forth from her ankles and knees and wrapped themselves tightly around her legs above and below the knee and at her ankles. Jodie writhed and kicked and rolled on the ground. She pulled at her bonds with everything she had but it was not nearly enough. The strange rubberish tube cables were too strong and too tight. More cables soon made tight loops around Jodie’s elbows and squeezed them together until they nearly touched. Jodie started trying to scoot her way back around to the screen. Maybe she could use her eye movement to activate the House AI. She’d squirmed about halfway around when a long cable snapped out from her ankles to her wrists. The hissing sound of wheels was Jodie’s audible cue as the suit pulled the slack out, bending Jodie’s legs at the knee until her ankles were held mere inches from her hands.
Nearly completely immobilized now, Jodie used her final reserves of strength to somehow shift her bent and bound body just far enough around so that she could see the House AI retinal scanner below the wall monitor. Eyes welling up with tears of panic, Jodie made the desperate try. She entered the code with her eye movements to bring up the House AI. To Jodie’s extreme relief, the House home screen appeared on the monitor. Jodie called up a virtual keyboard and began coding letters into the command field. C ………. A ………… L …………. L ……….. 9 …………..
But before Jodie could finish sending her distress call to 911, the Bondage Adventure suit visor swung down again, covering her eyes, plunging her into darkness and cutting her off from her last resource. She was now truly helpless, enveloped in silence and darkness. Utterly exhausted and terrified, Jodie wept. She was startled when the screens inside her visor slowly illuminated. The gradual return of light allowed her eyes time to adjust. It seemed a strange courtesy from the automated devil that had captured her. As Jodie’s eyes focused, she realized she was seeing the chat application in the FBN. Jodie could only watch as the avatars of the FBN members she knew passed in and out of the various private chats, completely oblivious to the real-life peril Jodie was experiencing. She tried to scream but the gag filled her mouth, and the hood controlled her jaw and kept itclosed tightly around the inflated bladder inside it. Not that screaming into the virtual chat room would have done Jodie any good, but such was her hysterical desperation.
And then, Jodie saw a familiar avatar. It was Slaver50. A text bubble opened up next to the avatar. The flirty, playfulsalutation he always provided typed out in the bubble, only it was slightly altered. And that slight adjustment made all the difference. As the words slowly formed in text, Jodie heard a synthesized, deep, and ominous voice say them as well, “I’ve found you…. Jodie.” And as Jodie was realizing the horrible truth that she had absolutely never told anyone in the FBN her name, the screen switched to what appeared to be a dash cam. The vehicle generating the footage was driving past houses and roads that were terribly familiar to Jodie. After only a few minutes, Jodie understood that the vehicle was on its way to her house.
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A windowless white van pulled into Jodie’s driveway. Jodie didn’t hear it, but the suit AI had mimicked her voice, “House, open garage.” Jodie was in a cocoon of bondage and unaware that the van had parked inside her garage and that people were exiting and would soon be there in the room with her. Jodie was being treated to screen after screen of her social media accounts being taken over, passwords changed, emails written to her family and friends advising them that she was granted a last-minute opportunity to study abroad, and many other deeply personal matters designed to prevent her from being missed for a long while. Jodie’s terror left her only minimally aware when the suit sent forth one more strand of the cable, looping behind her knees and the back of her neck, pulling her chest down so that her chin rested on her knees. Tied up in a neat ball, as if Jodie was not helpless enough, the hollow tubelike cables filled with a rapidly expanding foam. The cables bulged slightly, tightening around Jodie that much more, and also hardening like cement. Jodie was basically entombed now, unable to move, hear, see, or speak. When the collectors strode into the living room, there was nothing left for them to do but place their neat little package into the memory foam lined roller bag that the suit originally arrived in and transport her out to the awaiting van.
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Special Agent Dana DeLong slammed the door so hard the large FBI Shield hanging in the center rattled and tilted off-center. Somehow, this small, visible effect from her violent display improved her temperament. And besides, Dana knew the Special Agent in Charge was never going to authorize the risky undercover operation she was proposing. SACs didn’t rise through the ranks by deviating from the book. And that’s exactly why the FBI was always playing catchup with the criminals. Especially with the cyber fraud scheme rings.
“DeLong, there’s a “uniform” looking for you. I put her in your office.”
Dana marched quickly passed fellow Cyber Task Force Special Agent Jake Brown. “Thanks Jake!” Something was finally going her way, Dana thought. And pretty much nothing has gone her way since Dana had this incredibly sketchy missing person’s case forced on. At first, Dana was sure the “missing” person was nothing but another case of a spoiled, rich kid deciding to head off to Vegas or Amsterdam of God knows where without telling their powerful mommy and daddy about it. Dana resented being “volun-told” to work the case when it barely had a cyber-nexus, and even then, was a glorified entry level investigation for a rookie. Nothing that an Agent with her experience should have to deal with. But as Dana had seen so many times before, things are not always as they appear at first glance. And this little missing person’s case might wind up being connected to a much bigger fish. Maybe, even, the “white whale, that Dana has been chasing for most of her career.
Dana had reached her office. Inside, still standing in front of Dana’s desk, was a uniformed, local police officer. She was short. She looked young. She was pretty. Yes, Dana thought, things were DEFINITELY starting to go her way.
“Officer Keri Banks, correct?” Dana asked?
“Yes, Ma’am,” Keri responded to the tall, grinning FBI Agent who had summoned her. There was a brief but awkward silence. “Ma’am, what am I doing here?”
“Officer Banks, you’re here because you’re incredibly lucky,” Dana responded. “You’re lucky because I know your Commanding Officer down on the vice unit. I know him, and he says you’re good. Also, I hear you’d like to be a Task Force Officer assigned to the FBI. It just so happens that I’m forming a task force….”