Character Name: Abigail Chase Wearing: Black sports bra, black g-string, raggy white t-shirt, old skinny jeans, white sneakers Location: Chase Sisters' Rental House Tagging | Mentioning: All sisters Afflictions | Notes: Sweaty and grimy because of all the house work
Moving in is always this two side coin between the thrill of a new adventure, and the pain of having to moving in. Abbey felt pretty tired and sweaty after spending all day with her sisters cleaning up their new rental house. The Cambridge location was central to the majority of the Universities and Colleges in Boston and Cambridge and the house itself was not bad, except for the fact that the previous tenants had left the place in shambles and the landlord had not bothered to clean up the place. So Abbey and her sisters ended up spending the past 4 days deep cleaning their new home and even painting some of the rooms, along with lots of minor repairs. But, thankfully, the Chase sisters were industrious young women, so the job was almost done.
The new rental house finally looked clean and fresh, the smell of mold and mildew gone, replaced by that freshly-cleaned scent which permeated through the air. Their furniture, which consisted of some of their own furniture from back home and a few new items, all from Ikea, was all moved in and in place.
As Abbey was putting away the various clean products and rags back in her bucket to put it away, the door bell would ring. 'Neighbors welcoming us?' wondered Abbey as she placed her bucket on the floor and moved to open the front door, since she was the closest. But it wasn't neighbors, it was a delivery man.
"Package for.... um..." as the man looked down at his handheld tablet "The Chase Sisters..." before looking back up, mostly to gawk at Abbey which, even when wearing a raggy t-shirt and old jeans and without a spot of makeup and her hair in a mess, still looked like the hottest girl on the planet. Abbey and her sister had this effect on people, and for good reasons...
"I'm Abigail Chase... But, I... um... I don't think any of us were expecting a package" as she looked at the huge box. "Looks heavy..." she added as her mesmerizing bright grey eyes stared at the large parcel. Abbey was actually surprised, since no one really knew they new address...
The delivery man looked up at Abbey after staring at her perky round FF cup breasts as he said "Well, that's not my business. All I know is, if you are one of the Chase sisters, that's your package. Sign here please". Abbey thought that was a bit weird, but it was possible one of her sisters had ordered something or told people of their new address. So, taking the tablet, Abbey would sort of give her signature, as best as anyone can give a signature on those bloody tablets, before giving the tablet back to the delivery man. She expected him to leave, but instead he stood there and said "You know, you're like... really hot. Can I have your number?" to which Abbey would give him that dubious 'are you real' look before replying with a terse dry "No".
And that was that for the delivery man who scoffed before turning around and walking away, leaving Abbey to pick up the large parcel to bring it into the house. "Bloody hell... *grunt*... What in this box?..." mumbled Abbey as she struggled a bit while struggling to bring the large parcel in. The size made it unwieldy to carry. Plopping it down in the middle of the living room, Abbey yelled out "HEY GIRLS!!! WE GOT A PACKAGE!!!" to make sure all of her sisters could hear her, wherever they may be in the house. Just then, Abbey's eyes would land on a pair of logos affixed on the box and she immediately recognized them. It was the logo for the Totally Spies television show and one from the production company which produces the Totally Spies television show.
To say that the Chase sisters were big fan of the Totally Spies television show would be a serious understatement. All of them had been huge fan of the show ever since they discovered it when they were 12. They often talked about various episodes on their popular vlog and on Instagram. "GIRLS!!! IT'S FROM THE TOTALLY SPIES TV SHOW !!!" she yelled out again. If her original summons didn't get her sisters to pay attention to her, this one certainly would...
Character Name: Cordelia Chase Wearing: pinkish bra, similar panties, pinkish top, jean shorts, white sneakers Location: Chase Sisters' Rental House Tagging | Mentioning: All sisters Afflictions | Notes: Hungry and clean after her shower
Thankful thattheyfinished with the house cleaning and packing out their things, Cordelia was fast to jump into the shower upstairs. She hoped that the ringing of the bell meant that her ordered food arrived she messaged for as a surpise for her sisters. She had even paid for it...
Finishingfast and dressing, she hurried downstairs, just to almost fall over some big box when Abigail shouted not hearing her getting down. "Easy girl, my ears!" she moaned, her stomach groaning "What is in the box?" she asked curiously angling herself towards the front door for their hopefully fast arriving food.
Character Name: Sarah Chase Wearing: Short Jeans, Black shirt, Bra and black thong Location: Chase Sisters' Rental House Tagging | Mentioning: All sisters Afflictions | Notes
Sarah looked out the window as the sound of rock came out from her room. She did not mind being part of the myth that the sisters were placed it she enjoyed the challenge of having guys propose to her and she turning them down in often cruel ways. However to differ herself a bit from her sisters she colored her hair black in order for her eyes to resonate better. She was always the roughest of the sisters in her opinion protecting them when they got over their heads in trouble especially guys, after all who notice the crew she walked with often ran away from her not wanting trouble.
The sound of one of her sisters calling out made Sarah groan as she came to the livingroom where they were all. "What is going on?" she looked at the package and sighed, "Who brought that up? don't tell me it is one of your crushes again" she rolled her eyes and looked at the box before taking a seat nearby just curious as to what was in the package.
Character Name: Amanda O'Brien Wearing: A long dark pink dress, diamond necklace and earrings
Location: In her office, in New York
Tagging/ Mentioning: False Name of Jane Dirk Affiliations/Notes: Preparing for her revenge
Meanwhile in the heart of New York City at the top of a massive skyscraper stood the most powerful young woman, aged just 19, Amanda was in charge of a massive business and crime empire; that ironically was also part of a even bigger crime and business worldwide empire that her father ran so this was a family run enterprise but the revenge would be all Amanda's. Few could hope to match her in terms of wealth, power and influence. However as she finished signing a new deal to fund the political candidates she wanted to win the next elections in a small republic in eastern Europe. She received a phone call from her Revenge division "Miss O'Brien? We have word from the contractors we hired, the Kink Maze is complete!" Amanda smiled as her employee read out the details "It is located in the middle of a tropical island, on top is a beautiful hotel, the hotel itself is of excellent quality a 5 star if ever there was one, of course a room reserved for yourself. But it's under ground is where it really shines! Over ten floors underground is the labyrinth known as the Kink Maze. All floors are the size of 5 football pitches. Each floor is dedicated to a sinful delight....of course we have men and women who have sworn to make anyone you throw in there break"
Amanda mumbled her approval before saying "And has the package from that annoying show been delivered to the desired targets?"
"Yes....we included the latex suits as requested and will be sending a limo to pick up the three....once they're in the maze...you'll be able to control, from your office where they'll go and who they run into....I hope the revenge is everything you wished for? We've included a class photo of the year of school you want revenge for....by the time they work it out....it'll be too late to escape" the employee said as Amanda smirked
"Good I had to do everything to get this power and it's time I enjoyed it" Amanda said as she stood up and picked up a photo "The bitches who enter my maze will not be the same as the sluts that leave the maze! Now go collect them and give them the royal treatment....make sure they think it's for a reality TV show where if they escape the maze within say 5 days....they'll win an all expenses pay holiday"
Amanda then smirked even bigger as the man said "The driver says he's nearly at the house"
Amanda hung up the phone and said "I had to give everything to get to where I am....everything! You bitches will pay for what you did to me! Now prepare to suffer!"
Character Name: Abigail Chase Wearing: Black sports bra, black g-string, raggy white t-shirt, old skinny jeans, white sneakers Location: Chase Sisters' Rental House Tagging | Mentioning: All sisters Afflictions | Notes: Sweaty and grimy because of all the house work
It didn't take long for all of Abbey's sisters to join her in the living room, with Abbey standing there next to a very large carboard box, obviously professionally packed and labelled.
Abbey raised a dubious eyebrow at Sarah as she retorted "What?... You are going to beat them up if the package happens to be from one of my admirers... And what happens if it's from one of YOUR admirers?" Sisterly bickering, alive and well....
The sisters as a group had quite a sizeable online following, but each of the sisters also had their own separate fan clubs and following, and Sarah certainly had hers as well, her raven black hair clearly differentiating her from her two other sisters.
"Anyway..." said Abbey as she looked at the package, her bright grey eyes catching sight of a letter envelop affixed to the package. "What's this..." she mumbled as she peeled off the envelop and opened it before reading it out loud:
Greeting Chase Sisters, from all of the executive producers here at Spy Studios, the new owners of the Totally Spies franchise. Congratulations on your high school graduation and your new budding academic careers in waiting! We've all been following your social media vlog and it's great to see such capable young ladies moving on to greater things. We really wanted to thank your from the bottom of our hearts for all the time you have spent over the years talking about Totally Spies to all of your social media followers. Believe it or not, you've actually made quite the difference, helping us gain a lot of new viewers, many of whom have taken the time to mention that they became fans of our beloved show because of the awareness they gained through you and your social media postings. Your impact, both direct and indirect, has actually had a significant impact on viewership of reruns of the show and we are incredibly excited to reveal to you, first and foremost, that the new Spy studios and the executive producers of Totally Spies have been able to secure two initial seasons of a new life action television series centering on your favorite spies who are now attending college, just like you. We hope you will mention this news to all of your social media followers and help us get the word out since it's important for the future success of our new live action television series to gain as many fans as possible early on and we think that the Chase sisters brand can certainly help us achieve this.
As a token of our gratitude, and also for the ultimate coolness factor, we've commissioned, just for you, the new spy suits that will be featured in the upcoming first two seasons of the live action Totally Spies television series. Those spy suits are very high tech, featuring the use of duratex latex, real ever-breathe high tech helmets with integrated voice enhancement technology, the Totally Spies backpack with actual real gadgets for aspiring spies along with the traditional suit fashion accessories of the spy suits which include protective gloves, ankle boots with a solid non-slip fat heels as well as a belt. The spy suits are a new take on the spy suits of the animated series, but have been modernized and restyled for a different audience.
But, it gets better. We'd LOVE to have you come and visit us. Our marketing department has come up with this ingenious idea of having you, the Chase sisters, dressed in your new spy suits, attempt to complete an Escape Room challenge designed just for you. It would be great fun for you to run around pretending to be WOOHP spies and solving puzzles and it would be great marketing for us as well! Obviously, if your studies cannot allow you to travel, or you are not that interested in the Escape Room challenge, that's okay, you can still keep the suits and we hope you'll cosplay them to your social media fans to at least help us do a little bit of marketing. Tell fans to come visit us at our new secret web site which your followers can find if they go to https://www.spystudios.com/secretentrance/ and enter the secret code 'AllGrownUp'. We look forward to seeing you cosplay the new suits on your vlog and we hope you will also chose to take up our Escape Room challenge live broadcast as well!!! Sincerely, the team at Spy Studios!
Abbey put the letter down and looked at her sisters with this even more excited expression on her face as she exclaimed "Wow, they sent us professional grade Totally Spies cosplay outfits!!! This is soooo exciting!!". The sisters had previously cosplayed Totally Spies using makeshift spandex bodysuits and somewhat cheesy accessories, but this was promising to be some professional grade cosplay! It didn't take long for Abbey to begin opening the large parcel.
Inside were several smaller boxes, 12 in total, all professionally packed. There were four boxes each containing futuristic looking ever-breathe helmets with full face plates, four boxes containing individual duratex latex catsuits, protective long latex gloves, a belt, and a bottle of something called Compound 7, each wrapped in their own separate bubble wrap, and the final four boxes each contained the rubber ankle boots with solid looking 2.5 inch non-slip heels. Unlike the television show, the new suits were all the same color, a two tone combination of black and pearl sheen pewter. The helmets, gloves and boots were all color-matched to the catsuits. Abbey was already fondling one of the really futuristic looking ever-breathe helmets as she said "It's latex... But it all looks like some next level professional cosplay stuff... Look at those helmets, like, totally high tech!!!" as she marveled at the helmet.
"I am SOOO trying one of those suits on right now. We all should. We can take some pictures and put them on on social media. Then we can talk about that Escape Room challenge thingy, but first, THE SUITS!" Abbey looked incredibly excited. She loved cosplaying seeing that she had always been a bit of a nerd, albeit a smoking hot nerd, but this was a Totally Spies cosplay, and a really professional looking one at that. She would pick out one catsuit, one helmet, one set of gloves, one belt and one backpack and say "The shower's mine!" obviously staking her claim to the shower, since she wanted to clean up before putting on the suit. Abbey would head to the bathroom right away...
As the girls dig into the boxes, they will notice:
The catsuits are total enclosure Duratex latex catsuits with attached feet, attached gloves and attached open face hood. The suits have absolutely no zippers or openings of any kind (other than the open face hood), so the only way in is through the open face opening of the attached hood. It's obviously going to be a bit of a challenge to squeeze into the tight latex catsuits. Interestingly, it's unlikely that any of the sisters will notice the two barely perceptible pin prick holes in the catsuits between the legs or the fact that behind each of the small pin prick holes is a small quarter sized patch of super thin and impossibly stretchy Duratex latex seamlessly integrated into the catsuit (i.e. the small quarter sized patches of ridiculously stretchy latex will stretch effortlessly to form on-demand latex condoms so that the wearer can have totally safe sex while wearing the latex catsuit). The suits sport the traditional two tone color combination reminiscent of the original Totally Spies suits, but in black and pewter, and unlike the original suits, the original knee and elbow widgets are just printed decorations on the surface of the latex, and the only real widgets are the shoulder anchor points for the backpack. The belts no longer feature a heart buckle but instead some sort of futuristic looking insignia, presumable the new logo for WHOOP, and the hard plastic backpacks are no longer heart shaped like in the original show but are instead these compact shiny plastic backpacks which look futuristic and quite utilitarian. Opening the backpacks, the girls will find actual gadgets including, a set of lockpicks hidden inside inside a stick of mascara, a modern looking communicator made to look like a compact, a small flashlight, zippy cuffs, several chem-sticks, a futuristic looking USB stick, a telescoping baton, a laser pointer disguised as a stick of lipstick, and what looks like a flashbang masquerading as a small can of energy drink ... The helmets are fully functional ever-breathe full face plate helmets that are obviously designed to seal against the neck of the latex catsuit using what looks like locking neck rings (one worn like a choker around the neck under the suit and one locked in place over the latex seal of the helmet over the catsuit, the two rings pressing against each other to form a airtight and watertight seal...). The girls will also find what looks like small bottles of something called Compound 7 which is apparently something used to help put on the tight thin latex catsuits...
Abbey would take a really quick shower after stripping naked and leaving her clothes on the floor of the bathroom. With but a towel wrapped around her torso, Abbey would grab all the element of her new spy suit and head into her bedroom. She looked so excited, like a kid in a candy store. This would be a totally awesome cosplay, with a suit that is actually really space age. No more cheesy cosplay, this was almost the real thing.
Abbey would read the label on the Compound 7 and follow the instructions. She would take one cap (small cap on the bottle) full of Compound 7 and pour it into the suit and then, massing the latex from outside of the suit, smoosh it around, this way her hands were not touching the compound directly while she was basically spreading it around on the inside of the suit. She would do the whole suit, making sure that every square inch of the inside of the suit was slippery. The compound seemed to spread really easily, and spread A LOT. Abbey would note that the Duratex latex material was somewhat thin, but it seemed very high quality and the catsuit was obviously cut and glued together by someone who is really good at this kind of work. Definitely not a cheap latex catsuit.
Once she was done, she would let her towel drops and, sitting at the edge of her bed, position the suit such that her feet were lined up with the opening in the attached open face hood of the latex catsuit. Within moments, she was sliding her two legs in. The compound 7 felt cool and incredibly slippery. It took very little time for her long feminine legs to begins sliding into each legs of the latex catsuit, the thin tight latex eventually stretching to welcome Abbey's form. Within less than 20 seconds, Abbey's feet would come to rest in the attached feet of the suit. At this point, Abbey would stand up, feeling a little unsteady with her feet trying to slip and slide inside the attached latex feet, as she began to pull the suit up. Again, this went quite quickly and Abbey was able to pull the suit up to her waist, but it was challenging because the opening of the open face hood and the neck tried very hard to resist Abbey's attempt to stretch them wider in order to pull the suit past her hips. After a lot of grunting and perhaps a few colorful words, the suit was up to her waist and Abbey would take the time to look down and begin smoothing out the tight shiny latex, working some of the wrinkles out and definitely working some of the trapped air bubbles that seemed trapped, out of the suit. After a few minutes of carefully grooming the latex on her legs, Abbey was satisfied that it looked perfect. It certainly felt fantastic, this strange rubbery hug that encased her long feminine legs. Abbey would the focus on adjusting the suit so that it was properly seated between her legs and around her hips. This would take very little time. A little gasp escape her lips as she felt the tight thin latex press up against her cleanly shaven femininity, the feeling of the cool slippery compound 7 adding to the strange sensation of the latex somewhat molding itself between her legs.
The most difficult part was pulling the suit over her large perky round FF cup breasts and sliding each arm into the suit. Once again, Abbey strained to stretch the opening of the suit wide enough to welcome her torso and arms and a lot more grunting and cursing filled her room, but eventually, she would manage to get one arm in until her slender feminine fingers came to fill the very snug fingers of the attached latex gloves. Once one arm was in, she strained some more, but putting the second arm in proved to be slightly easier. By the time the second arm was in, the suit would quickly rise up to her neck, sort of like the way an elastic stretched around ones forehead slowly rises up by itself before it suddenly rising up very quickly. The way the suit rose up to come to rest around her neck was reminiscent of how a stretched elastic acts around ones forehead to return to a point where it is no longer stretched.
Abbey felt absolutely amazing in the tight latex catsuit. The suit itself did not have breast cups and was flat fronted, but the thin tight latex seemed to stretch very nicely around her breast flesh, letting the curve of her breast speak for themselves. Abbey ran her now latex gloved hands all over the suit, realizing that latex really did not want to slide on latex, instead it felt like her latex gloved fingers wanted to stick to the latex suit until they slid friction-fully, making rubbery squeaks in protest. The latex spy suit fit her absolutely perfectly as she looked at herself in the mirror. "Holy shit.." she mumbled to herself as she posed in front of the mirror, looking at herself, then turning around to look at her ass while looking over her shoulder at the mirror. This suit looked almost painted on. It was comfortably tight all over and was totally snug against her skin. The only part of the suit was wasn't pressed snuggly against her skin was the latex that stretched between her perfect FF cup breasts to obfuscate the depth of her cleavage, and the latex that somewhat stretched between ass cheeks to obfuscate (somewhat) the contour of her ass crack. Abbey would blush a bit when she realized that the latex seemed a little too snug between her legs, when she spied the hint of a latex cameltoe between her legs. But thankfully, that part of her suit was black latex, so it was hard to spot. It wasn't obscene or anything, but if someone looked for it, they would definitely see a hint of latex cameltoe teasing away back at them. Abbey chewed playfully on her lower lip as she considered the implications of running around in this latex catsuit, which left very little to the imagination. She could see a depression in the latex where her belly button is, she could see a hint of her nipples even though her nipples were not erect at all. Each time she moved, the suit made playful little rubbery squeaks once in a while, and she could also 'feel it' since the rubbery squeaks were made when latex rubbed on latex. Abbey had never understood why some women love latex, until now. This suit made her feel sexy as hell.
Abbey would take the inner plastic ring choker that came with the helmet and secure it around her neck before pulling up the limp latex hood that was handing around it. The plastic choker would fit perfectly and snuggly against the skin of her neck. The plastic neck ring choker would end up under the tight latex neck of the catsuit once Abbey was done pulling the hood over her head. She would spend a few moments adjusting her hair to fit neatly inside the attached latex hood of the catsuit. The hood opening fit snuggly around her face, the edge of the open face opening coming to rest over her chin, close to her lips, and reaching around her face all the way around to her forehead. Unlike some open face hoods that fit under the chin, this was definitely was designed to enclose the chin and lower jaw in latex.
By then, the slipperiness caused by the Compound 7 would suddenly begin to vanish, as if evaporating away. This was because Abbey's body heat had activated the compound and the nanites were now hard at work making sure than Abbey was going to stay dry and clean inside her tight latex catsuit. All Abbey could think was "This is so awesome!"
Abbey would then focus on putting on the belt, which was really easy, and then the snug fitted rubber boots, which were obviously designed to fit almost seamlessly over the latex catsuit to the point where people might think the heels of the ankle boots were literally just part of the suit itself. The quality of the ankle boots was actually quite surprising, and the fit was absolutely perfect, almost as though it was made for her feet specifically. The toughest accessory to put on turned out to be the long latex gloves, which were obviously skintight like the catsuit. But since latex did not slide easily on latex, pulling them on was going to be a challenge. Abbey had to roll up the latex gloves and then carefully roll them only her arm. There was a cacophony of rubbery squeaks as Abbey slowly but surely managed to get the latex gloves on over her already latex gloved arm. After doing only one glove, Abbey actually had the presence of mind to put a dab of Compound 7 inside the second glove to lube it up, before pulling it on. Putting on the second glove with the help of the compound 7 was really easy, and just like her catsuit, the slipperiness between the latex glove and her latex catsuit would quickly vanish after a few minutes, once her body heat activated the compound.
And just like that, Abbey was now totally enclosed in her new latex spy suit. She looked at herself in the mirror again and felt genuine excitement at how absolutely awesome it looked. But she wasn't sure about new color scheme of black and pewter, she wasn't sure it was "Totally Spies" enough. Something to talk about with her sisters.
And with that, Abbey would take the helmet and look at it to figure out how to put it on. Thankfully, Abbey was a pretty smart lass, so she would figure how to unlatch the bottom acrylic face plate, allowing the face plate to swing freely so that she was able to push her latex encased head into the helmet. Abbey found that she had to stretch the integrated latex neck of the helmet to squeeze it over her already latex encased head and then pull it down until the latex neck of the helmet came to rest against the latex neck of her catsuit. This is when she would take the outer neck ring choker and secure it into plate, the outer ring effectively pressing up against the inner ring and pressing the latex of the catsuit and the latex of the helmet tight together in an airtight and watertight seal. Once the outer ring locked into place with a click, Abbey would reach up and press down on the loose face plate and push it back into place and with another click, the face plate would lock into place.
Abbey was pretty nervous, not knowing if the ever-breathe system of the helmet worked. But it did, Abbey could breathe easily, although the air in her helmet was heavily laden with the scent of latex.
Abbey looked at herself in the mirror and was stunned at the latex spy who was staring back at her. The futuristic helmet definitely made the whole spy suit come together as a truly awesome cosplay. Abbey was so excited, she would run downstairs and wait for her other sisters to show up. Abbey would note that without a bra, her breasts did bounce rather provocatively. The latex did attempt to press her perky breast flesh against her torso and hold them in place, but the thin latex being stretchy, the breast flesh bounced and swayed significantly nonetheless. Thankfully, the tight latex was always quick to bring the bouncing flesh under control, so her breasts didn't bounce for as long or the same way they did when she was completely naked. The catsuit certainly didn't give the same support as a bra. And to make things worse, the air conditioner had kicked in and the living room on the first floor was decidedly colder than her room, so Abbey's nipples would react and start to stiffen, forming playful little nipple shaped bump in the otherwise smooth shiny latex that encased her breasts. Abbey realized that the suits were more than just sexy, they were literally alluring.
Character Name: Cordelia Chase Wearing: pinkish bra, similar panties, pinkish top, jean shorts, white sneakers + new belt and backpack Location: Chase Sisters' Rental House - to her own room Tagging | Mentioning: All sisters Afflictions | Notes: Hungry and clean after her shower, dismayed at the changes in the spy suits
Cordelia, while still waiting for the food to arrive, noticed the somewhat off colors first. But seeing the enthusiasm of her sister Abbey, she had some heart and kept it to herself. For now. Let her put it on, and if she did not realized it on her own, Cordelia would be more than happy to set her right... For now, she occupiedherself by checking out the accessories. Putting on the belt and trying on a backpack, they was also somewhat new and unknown.
"I guess, they could still work if the the suits was the right ones at least." she grumbled to herself, but loud enough that Sarah could hear it. Looking for a mirror and not finding any, she finally grabbed a pair of boots - because they was still footwear - and ran upstairs to her room, turning on the computer and using the camera to pose and see her full figure. And also, she started recording for later use...
"So, we got some fan mail today from the Spy Studios, the new owners of the Totally Spies franchise... They seem to be thinking about changing the girls whole outlook..." after showing off but having to hold the backpack with her hands reaching behind her back, she removed it "Now, lets see what is heavy in these quality backpacks..."
"Oh, mascara... not my color, but thankfully theyare supposed to be... Yes! See, looks like lockpicks!" Cordelia was getting into it now, pulling the contents of the backpack and showing them to the camera like she was unboxing. "A compact! While it could be useful if it was filledwith what I sometimes use, but... Communicators!" she tried it out, trying to push buttons and call someone or just get a preprogrammed reply out of it if it was a toy. "Sam calling Alex, do you copy? Clover, are you there? Mandy! Get out of this line, you slut!"
Then with a strained laugh self consciously she put it down. "Whoops, sorry, I regressed into highschool here for a moment..." grabbing the next thing out of the backpack held in her other hand, she showed it off to the camera "Chemsticks and a flashlight! Good for when the power goes out. Oh! Lipstick!" she put down the previous handful and grabbed a new one "Still, wouldn't paint my lips with some noname brand until I knew what was in it, but... it is a laser pointer! Cool! We got an energy drink here too..." but as she had nouse for it, she thankully did not flashbanged herself.
"An USB stick, but remember, do not put anything into any hole, if you do not knowit, as it could have viruses..." Cordelia showed off one of her trademarked queen-grins, which she had trained in front of a mirror for a long time. It should convey that she was abowe the conversation - and maybe even the ones speaking - but she still got the pun or joke...
"And finally, zippy cuffs and a ... telescopic baton!" she carefully extended the weapon "Neat, but could be against the law carrying it. Still, better be against the law and able to protect yourself or others, when you can't run away..." she played with the baton like it was a cheerleading accessory, twirling it left and right, moving it in all directions, even behind her back. "A little heavy to be used like a baton, but good quality and most useful if it is about getting home in one piece..." she mused, collapsing it andputting everything back into the pack, showing them again to the camera.
"And look! They have boots too! While one of my sisters would gladly showoff the fullsuit, I just can't wait to try this on. Maybe this boot would be wearable with normalclothes too... Does not look thatflashyas the original colorfulpiece would be..." Cordelia used some powder to get her naked and hairless feet into the latex boots, obviously her toenails was neatly trimmed and painted, even if her finger-nails was too long to comfortably put on anything latex on her hands. But this was just the boots, and without wearing anything but a thin layer of talcum, slid on her feet. Then she tried walking in them,posing, camera focusedonher legs, and evenjigging a little and trying some more acrobatic movements.
Then hearing the doorbell ring, she saved the recording and hurried downstairs, leaving the backpack and its contents in her room, but still wearing the belt and boots. If Sarah was not at the door, then she would be the one opening it.
(I think Abbey would be arriving back after that. Could be the food, or could be someone else, but Cordelia would look and ask for the ordered food even if it was someone in a suit and with a limo or the police...)
Character Name: Sarah Chase Wearing: Short Jeans, Black shirt, Bra and black thong Location: Chase Sisters' Rental House Tagging | Mentioning: All sisters Afflictions | Notes
Sarah looked inside as she notices all the spy things delivered by an unknown fan and with quite the money to waste on such expensive stuff just for girls who he or she liked. "This is strange… this person must be either very wealthy to give us stuff like this or he is nuts". She looked at her suit and equipment and just shrugged, however secretly inside she was loving it, went with the looks at it should get some nice numbers on Instagram and tiktok. "Ahhh fuck it" her sisters knew Sarah, if it went with her gothic looks, she could try almost anything and this in fact went with her looks.
Picking up her stuff she looked at the only sister still there and gave her a quick not while smiling, "Be in my room just in case". She had made her fans on the gothic community by revealing pictures of her in skimpy bikini with dark makeup on and the ink on her body. Grinning she walked over and turned on the camera to record her while she dressed on, when she verified that the red light was on she stood in front of the camera and began taking things out.
First was the latex suit, it was perfect and her boob size as well she knew it would be tight still. Slowly she stripped down to nothing, she loved her naked body but only those in her only fans would be able to see her like that. Taking the suit she looked at it and knew without some sort of lube she could not put it on it was usual like that especially latex. Looking on the box she took the bottle of something called Compound 7. After a bit of trying and figuring things out she managed to get the latex suit on as she noticed how tight it was on her body and how it accentuated her figure was with the suit.
Finally came the helm as she looked at it, looked very complicated but with some tinkering and figuring things out she was able to put it on. People online often confused her with one of those lots who only used her figure, but little did they knew how smart she was easily getting straight A's and having a photographic memory to boot even though her looks alone would not made it seem obvious. People often were very impressed when they figured stuff like that from her.
Her future after college? She of course wanted to work with animals and somehow having a rescue shelter where she could treat animals that were often left on the street or beaten. That was the future however this suit was the present.
((Hi, folks! Just FYI - I'm assuming the role of GM so that the game can continue; MC will be the male John Dirk, so some slight retconning will be taking place so that the pieces can fall into order properly, but nobody needs to change anything about their posts, simply take the cue from this new post to proceed.))
Character Name: John Dirk Wearing: A suit and tie befitting a game show host Location: The Escape Room Facility, Control Room Tagging/ Mentioning: The Chase Sisters Affiliations/Notes: Remotely Directing Agents
A years-long obsession had finally culminated in the Chase sisters' reckoning. John Dirk, their former schoolmate, had never been able to get them out of his head. He was never anything bad to look at, he was gifted, and his family was positively loaded. None of that seemed to interest them, though, which blew his mind and left a chip on his shoulder that never stopped bothering him. They didn't even bother trying to string him along and get some expensive goodies out of it! And considering his family's fortune practically doubled every year of high school until graduation, there was even more reason for him to have everyone around him say 'yes' to everything he asked for.
So every time he noticed one of them clinging to the arm of some other guy, even if it only lasted a week, further embittered him toward them. They spun this excuse or that with him, only to prove themselves to be liars by choosing someone else. He wanted everyone in school to know what disingenuous people they were, but didn't know how to do that. For them to move on and become social media icons was maddening, where they could just further taunt him, doing videos where they described guys with his attributes as 'red flags' and 'toxic'. As if they were one to talk, thinking they knew anything! That was when he decided to put his plan into action, and utilized the tools at his disposal to enact it.
Given the family's investment into innovative developments, he already had a running start. Taking on a project and tuning it to his own specifications, it became a rather promising endeavor. Materials that mimicked latex with an almost limitless and unbreakable amount of elasticity, capable of insulating the body and recycling its waste products with the aid of a nanotech drone solution, these could be marketed to Arctic exploration, underground mining, and even underwater operations, combined with helmets designed to recirculate air indefinitely. Cave-ins, avalanches, being trapped underwater, no longer created any time-sensitive emergencies for workers in these potentially dangerous situations, and even the military were interested in some prototypes. His parents, satisfied and impressed with his savvy, gave him blank check privileges to do whatever he wanted with, and so he did.
Off-the-books projects were something he needed to be able to get away with his less humanitarian and morally dubious research. Hypnosis, something that had fascinated him due to his being a control freak in almost every instance, was the next stage of his revenge plot. Testing things on criminals in exchange for reduced sentences or compensation for when they did get released was how he refined his technique. A combination of strobing lights, specific frequencies of white noise with particular subliminal messaging and the constant application of these even while the subject slept proved to be the most effective. Naturally the effect still did not break through the subconscious of those who were subjected to it, so only if they were not opposed to at their core would a suggestion be possible to be implanted in them. And he had the strong suspicion the girls were not so innocent as they pretended, nowhere near as reserved as they had to be to market themselves in the way they did.
The Escape Room was his last off-the-books project, but wasn't intended for being anything like the revolutionary research and development the rest of his plan had been. It was really more like a hobby, as if for an erotic game show. Truthfully if he could have gotten the FCC to agree, he'd have made an entire network devoted to pornographic game shows, like a Nickelodeon network for adults only. But that was unfeasible, at least for now, and in this setting he could keep things private and save the contestants for himself. The Chase Sisters would find themselves enjoying the accommodations and the physical challenges that awaited. Now all that was needed was to bait the trap and wait for them to walk right into it. It would be the first invitation of his that they would ever accept...but they wouldn't know it was from him, naturally.
The pretense was a perfect cover for what he was actually planning, after obsessively viewing the sisters' streams and connecting their fandom of Totally Spies! with his plot of bondage and hypnosis was child's play. The suits were custom built for them, and included a few modifications from the standard they were selling commercially, nothing that anyone unfamiliar with them would have noticed, and in fact nothing anyone not involved in the design would notice if they didn't know what to look for. A paltry accessory kit that was worth pennies compared to the suits was included just as further enticement, and a phony promotional letter to make them think they were going to make it big if they played their cards right, and he expected they would be unable to resist trying on the suits right away.
The suits were rigged to released a small dose of powerful knockout gas once the helmets were securely fastened, and he'd sent a van and some thugs to pick them up and bring them to the Escape Room. Exposing them to the strobing lights that would even be seen through their eyelids and the subliminal white noise pumped directly into their ears, they would have a hard time remembering the last 12 hours accurately and be highly susceptible to accepting a casual challenge with the right incentive. They were clearly sell-outs, so why wouldn't their subconscious accept something that plausible and lucrative? Though, once his computer told him that 2 of the 3 sisters had put on the suits already, that was good enough for him and he ordered the men to move. Sarah would have to be dealt with using tranquilizing darts or a gas capsule to render her unconscious, as her sisters would already be out and easily able to be carried into the van, and they could change Sarah into it while they were transported to the Escape Room.
They were bombarded, in their comatose states, with subliminal messages about unleashing their inhibitions, to be impulsively ready to express themselves sexually, and accept challenges without reservation, as long as the promise of a great reward was involved, all of which would motivate them to believe they would have voluntarily participated in this Escape Room, even with the drawback of their identities potentially being exposed, as that would tarnish their public image and jeopardize their success as social media figures. But hey, as long as they won and swept the grand prize, they'd live comfortably for quite a while, as long as they weren't too extravagant, or so the pitch being made would have them believe. He dressed up in a somewhat gaudy style of suit, almost like that of a Japanese game show host where the games were designed to hurt and/or humiliate the contestants. After all, this was quite similar to the object of this game.
When they finally arrived, they were laid in what looked like a backstage break room, authentic to what those preparing to go on the stage of a game show should look like. No reason to throw them right into the deep end straight away. A nice, smooth transition into what would become increasingly bizarre and sexual, while they became inclined to believe more and more that this was something real, despite everything, and eventually he was counting on them no longer caring about the game and just embracing their inner slut, until no man, not even he whom they'd rejected over and over, was beneath them. They were beginning to regain consciousness, and so he would now be able to play the part of the host, egging them on to pursue victory in this unorthodox but fun and reward-heavy game.
"We're in the final minutes until the start of the game, folks, and the anticipation is at its zenith! Our special contestants are just about ready to be released into the Escape Room challenge and try their hand at getting back out first, overcoming all the obstacles standing between them and the exit, including each other!" he spoke like a promoter over the loudspeakers. "You three lucky ladies were generous enough to help our studio start its new extreme challenge program, and let us thank you once again for your enthusiastic support! Your outfits may be based on a young adult cartoon show but make no mistake, this event is strictly adults-only and you've proven yourselves to be mature enough to handle it, so let's see you continue that streak as you work your way through the maze of rooms, find the keys or the hidden doors, avoid or overcome obstacles and competition, and just have fun letting your hair down for a change!" he gave a brief recap of what they had 'signed on' for and how the rules worked, however vaguely. Telling them too much would be a little less believable and enticing them to not protest was the key here. "The 10 million dollar cash prize for the first place winner is quite a nice reward for whoever works the hardest-or whoever lucks out the hardest, if you're clever enough, right?" he laughed, playing a studio audience laugh track to follow his voice. "And I'm sure the second-place winner getting 5 million and the third-place receiving 2 million isn't too shabby either, am I right? But that doesn't mean these three masked maze runners can just twiddle their thumbs-or anything else, wink wink, nudge nudge-because there is a point system, and for every few points lost by getting stuck behind an obstacle or failing to meet a time limit, we will reveal hints about the identity of those contestants, just to make sure there's a good reason to do your best!" he further clarified things.
"So we're reaching the final countdown until we begin! Give me 30 seconds on the clock, and best of luck, ladies, this is well and truly a game show where literally ANYTHING can happen!" he signed off, and the screen above what appeared to be the only door in their room flashed a 30-second timer that counted down, the door making sounds like it was slowly being unlocked on all four sides, as if it was some kind of high security vault door. He had spared no expense with this labyrinth, and it was well worth the cost and effort.
Character Name: Abigail Chase Wearing: Shiny skintight Totally Spies themed latex catsuit (black/pewter) with helmet/long gloves/matching ankle boots and belt Location: Escape Room Start Tagging | Mentioning: All sisters Afflictions | Notes: Dazed and mind feeling foggy after some pretty heavy duty hypnosis. Feeling a little overexposed in her alluring latex outfit.
Abigail's bright grey eyes would crack open as she grunted something inaudible, as her tall latex clad form stirred to life. It would not take her long to open her eyes and immediately realize several things. First, the room she was in was unknown to her and she didn't remember how she got here. Secondly, her head was inside something... And thirdly, her body was clothed in something that felt snug all over, including over her fingers. Abigail's first instincts would lift up so that she could look a them, only to realize that both of her hands were gloved in tight shiny black latex. As she moved, she could not only hear little rubbery squeaks, she could feel them somewhat and as she looked down at herself, it was evident that she was in fact, completely encased in skintight shiny latex. "What the hell...." she muttered as she quickly looked around. It wouldn't take long for her to see two other women here, also dressed in tight shiny latex, with futuristic looking helmets on. This is when she realized that she was wearing one as well.
Abigail's mind was racing, what was going on? As she went to one of the women who seemed to be stirring back to life, she immediately figured out it was one of her sisters, although it was difficult to tell at first since everyone as wearing a full face latex hood under their protective full face plated helmet. In fact, both of her sisters were here with her, dressed in latex. This is when it hit her, the suits made her think of the TV Show Totally Spies, the two tone pattern, the shoulder anchor points, the decorative knee details, the belt... Only the color was different, each suit made of black latex with the contrast color being a dark pearl-sheen pewter. It was also quite apparent that the suits were quite alluring, the shiny tight rubber hugging the sisters perfect bodies.
How had she gotten here.?... These were obviously Totally Spies inspired outfits, albeit really alluring ones. Abigail didn't remember putting this on at all, or owning anything like this. But somewhere in the back of her mind, it reminded her of some of the erotic latex roleplays she authored online in the kinky Totally Spies forums ((neither Abigail nor her sisters actually did this, but they have been hypnotized into thinking this)). Surely, being dressed in very alluring tight latex Totally Spies suits wasn't a coincidence... Abigail would move to rouse her sisters, a black latex gloved hand shaking their shoulder until they came too. Latex on latex felt weird as it made this playful little squeaks... Mercifully, all of her sisters would return to consciousness soon enough. It was obvious that all of them were confused, that none of them knew what was going on, and just before they could begin to contemplate what was going on, a male announcer voice would come over some sort of PA system.
The next few minutes of listening to the male announcer was completely bewildering... This was some sort of kinky game show, and Abigail and her sisters had been selected to be the contestants. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Abigail would remember some vague memories about recent online forum conversations with a new acquaintance, something about doing a kinky Escape Room like game featuring WOOHP spies in latex... Abigail and her sisters had all gotten into this fun little roleplay on the forums, on how the candidates would be kidnapped and wake up in the Escape Complex, how they would be dressed in protective latex in order to face kinky situations and lurid foes, like WOOHP spies captured by a perverted mastermind who forces them to participate in sexual charged challenges in order to escape. Abigail wasn't quite able to remember things clearly, her mind still foggy, but she remembered how interested she was while discussing it on the online forums and with her sisters who shared the same passion...
((All of the sisters should have similar memories, all of which were implanted through hypnosis. All of the sisters will think that they have been anonymously playing in sexual explicit Totally Spies roleplays online for many years, how they had always loved the television show because of its fetish themes, those sexy latex spy suits, the bondage, ending up in suggestively kinky misadventures, etc... All of the sisters will remember those kinky ideas being talked about in the online forums, about kidnapping people and forcing them to play the roles of spies trying to escape their perverted captor. All these memories are implants from hypnosis, so the sisters will 'remember' the memories, but not of the memories will be concrete, everything feeling foggy...))
It suddenly would dawn on Abigail that perhaps all this make-pretend fantasy had been made real... "Oh shit..." she muttered before looking at her two sisters with a look of shock on her face, as though she had figured something out. Talking in a loud whispers so that her sister could hear her, but anyone else might have a tough time hearing what she was saying, Abigail quickly added "It's.... I think it's that thing from... you know... online... I think that, you know who, has made it actually happen... And we're the spies..." Abigail was totally shocked. She was both frightened that she and her sisters had been kidnapped and squeezed into those incredibly alluring latex catsuits which left little to the imagination, but at the same time she was excited since this whole thing was one of her deep dark fantasies, to be a captured WOOHP spy, to have her captor being an evil mastermind who would force them through a gauntlet of challenges in order to earn their freedom. Except, this time around, the prize for winning was ten million dollars and the prize for loosing was to have the identities revealed, which was horrifying since the 'Chase Brand' that Abigail and her sisters had curated over the years on social media had always been of smart young women that were 'proper', that didn't sex things up, so having their misadventures in this place broadcast to an online audience and then having their identities revealed would completely destroy their brand, and probably get them expelled from University and most likely make it really hard for them to find good jobs in the future. This kind of stuff could ruin them...
Abigail's heart was beating at a million miles an hour as she looked at her sisters. Did they have a choice? Part of her was scared to death, but another part felt excited. "Are we actually doing this?" she asked. Abigail felt that with her sisters by her side, they could easily win that $10 million dollars and preserve their anonymity while effectively making one of her fantasies come to reality. She would add "I think we can do this..." as she once again looked at her sisters to see what they were thinking.
"We can't do this...." Cordelia muttered, her head still throbbing, her mouth feeling like cotton. She was dizzy - being the one who had been shot with tranquilizers before being dressed and then subjected to the same drugs and hypnosis as the other two - and wasn't feeling that good... Mostly because she wasn't really sure what was happening and why, even if what Abbey and the announcer was saying sounded ... possible. She had her own doubts, but would never leave her sisters alone. For now it was easier to just go along and stay with them, looking for clues.
Cordelia still tried to remove the headgear, fearing for her hair, and not remembering if she had on makeup or not... But she was also a little bit clausthrophobic. While she clearly remembered having tried out the gadgets inher room and putting on the boots, the other parts was hazy... Stretching and trying to feel her hands and fingers before she moved to get out of the breathing mask, Cordelia was soon clawing at the straps.
Sarah was modeling the suit on the mirror before slowly closing the helm around her head and locking it wanting the full on view of how this thing looked like. After a few pictures she attempted to take off the helm by pressing the button to no avail nothing was happening. "Mmm the key must be in the box somewhere… before she even got to the box she felt a strange odor fill the mask and then a sound of a gas being forced inside. "What the fuck…." She slowly began to make her way towards the door but before she could even make it close her limbs became heavy and she blacked out falling on the floor just besides the door.
Groaning she woke up in some sort of strange room with two other people, girls in latex. As she came to she realized who was those girls, her sisters. "W…what the hell happened? And why I am dressed like a darn dominatrix" she looked at the mirror and noticed the full-on latex hood behind the clear mask. The a voice came on the room like it was some sort of show, the prize was enough to make her realize if she won she could very easily finish her career and do whatever she wanted. With a big grin on her face she looked at Abigail , "You know that I try anything fuck yeah I am doing this… still do you remember how we got into these things?".
The latex was skintight, there was no way out of this suit or helm for now the best thing to do was just to relax and see if this place was for real or just something of a trap who knows… perhaps she could end up being a millionaire.
Character Name: Abigail Chase Wearing: Shiny skintight Totally Spies themed latex catsuit (black/pewter) with helmet/long gloves/matching ankle boots and belt Location: Escape Room Start Tagging | Mentioning: Answering Sarah, trying and failing to get Cordelia's helmet off Afflictions | Notes: Dazed and mind feeling foggy after some pretty heavy duty hypnosis. Feeling a little overexposed in her alluring latex outfit.
It was impossible to tell the triplets apart since all three sisters looked identical to the next. Sarah's black hair no longer distinguished her from the rest of her sisters since all the sisters were now totally encased in skintight latex, head, face and everything. Abbey would look at her sister Sarah and answer a whispered "I have no clue how we got into these suits, or where these suits came from, or how we got here..." Abbey was a bit surprised at how eager Sarah was towards this situation. Obviously, she had no idea that she and her sisters had all been hypnotized, that a lot of their behavior was be affected by powerful hypnotic suggestions. Abbey for her part has this mixture of horror, but also of excitement, and Cordelia seemed very much not into this. Interestingly enough, the positive attitude of her sister Sarah would appeal to the part of her that was really excited, so the idea of participating in this perverted escape room style game suddenly seemed more palatable to her.
That being said, Abbey also realized that this may be of their own doing, at least that's what that hypnotic suggestions implanted in her currently foggy mind was telling her. Talking to her sisters in somewhat of a whisper so that hopefully only her sisters could heard, Abbey would say "I think this is all because of us... Remember those um... scenarios online? You know, the ones about being WOOHP spies, and ending up captured by some evil perverted mastermind and all that" In her mind, Abbey remembered entertaining this really perverted conversation with a new acquaintance online and bringing her sisters in on it. She remembered the sisters discussing how they would want this sort of kinky scenario to play out, and what was going on right now seemed perfectly inline with those conversations. "I think someone took us seriously and went through the trouble of making bringing our fantasies to reality..." And looking at Cordelia "And I don't think he, or she, or they will let us walk out of here. I mean, that was the whole point of our fantasy, it was to be kidnapped and forced to participate in perverted challenges against our will, just like captured WOOHP spies would be forced against their will..."
Looking at her sisters, Abbey would add a really non-sequitur "By the way, you girls look smoking hot in those latex spy suits"
Just then, Cordelia would start having a bit of a panic attack as she began clawing at the helmet that was sealing her head. "Wait, let me help you!" said Abbey as she quickly approached her sister Cordelia to render assistance, wanting to help her out of her helmet, not knowing the thing was literally locked on. Abbey would stand right next to her sister, examining the helmet, her black latex gloved fingers fiddling around with latches and the such, but nothing gave way, everything was locked on. Abbey seemed frustrated a bit as she tried again, but after a bit it would soon become apparent that the helmets were totally locked on as she said "The helmets are locked on... I don't think we can remove them...". Obviously, this was probably not what Cordelia wanted to hear, but she was going to have to suck it up since the timer on the wall had gotten to zero several moments ago, so this was go time.
"We're out of time.... Come on, let's get a move on. I don't plan on loosing, I don't want people to know who we really are. Whatever you do, don't use our real names." Looking at Cordelia, Abbey said "You are Sam", then looking at Sarah she said "You are Alex, and I'm Clover. Got it?... Now, let's go, we'll try to figure this shit out as we go along"
"We got them in a box at home, and you two seemed to be happy with the latex suits..." Cordelia hissed back in reply to Sarah "My hair! This shit covers my head and I can't get it off! Can you imagine how my hair looks under it?!" it was not a whine, but a cold anger growing, making her start trying to get up, but she was having balance problems which just made her froze in place and seethe inside. "We had been drugged, or is it just me?" she was clenching her fingers into fists, then wondered if they cut her natural nails, or somehow pulled the latex and the gloves over them... Which does not seemed likely. "I will be killing someone." she finally said in her normal voice. There was no way she would have pulled anything over her hair, or that she would cut her nails she fought to be able to keep even as a leading cheerleader. It was obviously to her that someone - and she did consider her sisters too - put the latex catsuit on her and the headmask and the gloves... She kind of liked the feel of the snug material over her body, but would go great lenghts to get back at whoever messed with her hair and nails, not even speaking about her makeup, if any. So, Cordelia was looking around for a mirror to check...
... obviously only after her sisters 'could not' get her headwear off either, just help her out of the gloves. And Cordelia was watching them like a hawk for any falsehood. "You mean, YOUR fantasies?" she asked Abby "I very much hope nobody would make my fantasies come true. Thankfully I didn't write them down on that site... At least not ones I am not ready to try."
"What do you mean, loose? Against who? It is just us and the timer, right? There is no way we will compete seriously against each other, right?!?"
Character Name: John Dirk Wearing: A suit and tie befitting a game show host Location: The Escape Room Facility, Control Room Tagging/ Mentioning: The Chase Sisters Affiliations/Notes: Running the Show
"Let the games begin!" Dirk's announcement was accompanied by an air horn, signaling the start of the Escape Room challenge. The door from their break room opened, a dim light emanating from beyond, and with the rules spelled out for them, the girls were certain to regret being apprehensive about starting if they wanted to keep their identities anonymous. The screen above the door had had previously been showing the 30 second countdown to start the games was now set to 10 minutes.
Inside the room, they would encounter nothing readily apparent as an obstacle, merely three short tables with what looked like a device similar to an electronic thermometer. "Not every room will be quite so clear as to what the objective is, ladies, but the first few will have your goal explained. It's going to get very, VERY cold in here, and your job is to warm yourselves up as best you can. The only reliable way to do this will be to stimulate yourselves, and your private parts must reach a minimum high temperature before the challenge will be considered complete! When you think you've got a volcanic eruption going on down there, just use your thermometer from the table there to prove it, and if you have exceeded the minimum temperature, you win! We're not going to tell you exactly what temperature it is, but what we will say is don't burn yourselves trying!" he laughed, along with canned audience laughter.
"And just to make things easier, the thermometers double as a marital aid, ribbed and vibrating for your enjoyment!" he added, heavily emphasizing the last bit. "Well, that's it, pretty simple, right? We're turning on the cold, so you ladies turn up the heat!" a canned bit of studio audience cheering concluded the message, and the timer continued running. "Now, only one of you needs to reach the required temperature to unlock the exit, but the first one is the winner, and any of you who doesn't finish loses a point, so you'd all better do your best! Otherwise, someone might not need to take off their helmet and mask for the viewers to figure out who they really are!" he reminded them their effort was required for more than winning the grand prize, but to avoid public humiliation.
The vents in the upper part of the room were now blasting icy air, and even in the tight latex, their body heat wasn't going to be enough to insulate them. Only the friction of stimulation and the blood-rushing arousal was going to raise their temperatures and only by enough to complete the challenge in their special spots. "You might even want to help each other out if it feels too awkward to do it to yourself. I'm sure the audience will enjoy that!" he laughed and the canned audience 'whoo-oo' played him off as the buzzer to announce the beginning of the countdown rang.
Character Name: Abigail Chase Wearing: Shiny skintight Totally Spies themed latex catsuit (black/pewter) with helmet/long gloves/matching ankle boots and belt Location: Freezing cold escape room #1, first challenge. Tagging | Mentioning: Pleasuring herself furiously Afflictions | Notes: Cold, her really hard nipples cause the tight latex catsuit to tent over her nipples.
Abbey was really apprehensive of the upcoming challenge, but by now she had resigned herself to going through with this. Luckily, Sarah's attitude and the fact that this is her fantasy made real had her level of excitement grow higher than her level of apprehension, so this was at least a good start. As the latex encased sisters entered the first challenge room and the rules of the first challenge were given to them, Abbey would loudly objected with a "TEN MINUTES ?! We're not men you know!!!", in reference to the fact that women usually take a lot longer to 'get there' then men do, so this was going to be a really hard challenge to beat.
The bit about the first sister unlocking the door for all, but the two other sisters losing a point was something that really interested Abigail. She realized that her sisters were identical to her, which meant that if ANY of the sisters ever got to the point where they had to reveal their identity, the audience would quickly work out who the other two candidates were. So, the sisters would have to work together to 'spread out' the point loss over time. Abbey would have to try and communicate this to her sisters in a way that didn't reveal who they were, so Abbey said "Try not to lose points, but let's not compete against each other. Let's work together throughout this game to ensure than none of us get to zero, got it?". Abbey hoped that her sisters would be as quick to figure out that math, that this situation wasn't actually pitting one sister vs. the other, it was the game just trying to convince the sisters to work against one another, but the penalty at the end would make all the sisters suffer equally, regardless of who won or lost. So everyone NOT loosing was the only viable option. This meant that at some point in time, each sister would have to allow themselves to lose if they had less point loss than other sisters, to ensure that the point loss was equal across all three of them.
As soon as the cold air began being forced into the room, Abbey could feel it. The thin Duratex latex of her suit stretched so alluringly over her body provided no insulation against the frigid cold air. And almost right away, Abbey's nipples would do what any women's nipples do when exposed to cold, and they would stiffen up, the tips of the hard nipples pushing the latex of her otherwise tight shiny latex catsuit up, causing it to bulge and tent somewhat over each nipple. She didn't have to wonder very hard as to how this made her look, since looking at her sisters was like looking at herself, and the hard nipples were definitely visible to all... Strangely humiliating and exciting, all at the same time...
There was one thing Abbey was puzzled about as she asked, looking up and hopefully into some camera "We are in rubber catsuits that completely cover us, how are we supposed to use these 'thermometers' as "marital aids"?", as she wondered how she could push that thing into herself considering that the latex catsuit was decidedly blocking entry into her. But as soon as she asked the question, she remembered what she had written in her online fantasy ((well, what her mind has been fooled into thinking she wrote)), that the catsuits had attached feet, attached gloves and attached open face hoods and no zippers, but between the legs, two small tiny pin prick holes which would stretch open easily, and behind each little hole, small patches of super thin and super stretchy rubber that was seamlessly integrated with their catsuit. Anything that wanted to push into them would effectively cause the little patches of hidden latex to stretch effortlessly and form on-demand condoms, allowing them to be penetrated while remaining totally encased in rubber. Once coitus was over, the little patches of stretchy latex to return back to their original state, fitting flush and snug with the contours of their catsuits. Looking at her sisters she said "I think our catsuits are like the ones in the online fantasy... you know... the safe sex catsuits". Abbey looked a bit sheepish as she revealed that, but at the same time she felt that this might be to their advantage into this perverted place. Abbey hoped that her sisters would remember what she was talking about since she vaguely remembered talking about the idea of these totally enclosing rubber catsuits which made it effortless to have consequence free sex since the suit protected against pregnancy and STD's perfectly... ((again, her mind has been fooled by hypnosis into thinking this conversation happened)) .
Abbey would move to one of the table and take the phallic like thermometer in her black latex gloved hand, examining it and testing out how to turn it on to use it. it would not take her long to figure it out, so she would put it back on the table. It was a really strange feeling, standing there under the bright lights, being recorded along with her sisters. Being anonymous definitely helped and even made things perhaps a bit more thrilling, and believing that this was her fantasy come to life also helped as Abbey's excitement grew. Black latex gloved fingers would gently reach between her legs and begin caressing her sex through the thin tight latex, her long feminine latex gloved fingers rubbing across her slit. The sensation was unusual, but at the same time exciting, as the latex gloved fingers squeaked noisily against the catsuit. It turns out that latex doesn't slide well against latex, instead it protests rather loudly in a cacophony of rubbery squeaks. Abbey bit her lower lip as she worked her latex gloved fingers against her latex covered sex to work herself up, hopefully faster than she was cooling down... Thankfully, the taboo nature of what she was doing, coupled with her latex encased anonymity and the fact that she believed she was living our one of her dark fantasies would cause playful tingling to spread to her femininity quickly.
Cordelia was fuming inside, but with her cold deamenor and stand offish stance, it was no wonder her body reacted to the cold with not only showing nipples, but light shuddering. She growled, and asked loudly - not caring if her voice was distorted by the helmet enough or not - "And this is enough to catch a cold, thank you, asshole! You want sick girls of a different kind in your sick game. I do not think that it would be the kind of feeling hot anyone wants..." but then she tried to reign in her running off mouth, mostly to let her sisters get on with their fantasies becoming reality. Ten minutes, she could stay warm for ten minutes in a freezer, and hopefully this wasn't getting that cold...
"What?! You mean we are basically put in these big condoms?!" she hissed in reaction to Abby's exclamation about their suits being like in those in the pretend literature "You have 'interesting' fanfictions, dear!" Cordelia turned the signs shown with her hands into starting to exercise, as in athletically, trying to keep off the cold. But wearing the high tech latex catsuit and being naked underneath it, she was also getting aroused by her movements. More than usual, there was a cause why she was so into cheerleading, after all.
Using the space between the walls and the tables themselves, Cordelia started jogging on the spot and around the room. Sqeaking and trying to get into a kind of rhytm with her movements and the noise being made by her suited body, she was skipping, sliding from side to side, and even trying out lunges and star jumps, seeing if the catsuit could keep up and how much it corraled in her movements. She tried not to show off too much of what differ a cheerleader's warm up to any other athlete's, not wanting to be the one causing they loose the game prematurely.
She did check the door if it was even locked, of course.
Exercising made her body and mind get clerarer and sharper too, as her arousal grew. Realising that their life justgot a big turn, and either they got into contact with someone able to make even their fantasies come true, or really a villainous setup that could break their life... Cordelia was a realist and didn't really think they was in this for the money, or that they would end up with 17 million in cash after this, - of course she was thinking about sharing her first price with her sisters anyway -, but she could not be sure about the stick to that carrot... But she did see that if they got into the game, there would be more and more to loose if their identities became wide knowledge. And it would be enough that even someone out there get a reasonable inkling of who they was, and all the accumulating blackmail wouldbe... terrible. Really, she could see her sisters falling into their fantasy slut life for real, and to tell the truth, with her increasing excitement, Cordelia could see the devious call of just letting loose and be their inner sluts for real.
But she also knew that her own secret and different fantasies would only hurt and break them if it was ever becoming real. No, Cordelia would be better off to let her sisters revel in their pleasures, and try to coast along, keeping an eye out for an emergency exit for them all... or distance herself if it really got out of hand. For now,she was sure her latex covered body would get much hotter than the masturbating Abbey would get, she was just unsure if her heat would get as high as that hot pussy would be in no time. She had to bite her lips to distract herself from the erotic show around her, and concentrated on her own movements and how the catsuit was snugly holding, pulling, hugging and yes, even stopping her body from some movements.
Cordelia would only grab and plunge the 'marital aid' thermometer into herself when the door unlocked, having almost forgot about the need to reach the treshold to finish without loosing a point. Her mind trying to work out why she should be the one calling herself 'Sam', she was less like her than Abby...
Character Name: John Dirk Wearing: A suit and tie befitting a game show host Location: The Escape Room Facility, Control Room Tagging/ Mentioning: The Chase Sisters Affiliations/Notes: Running the Show
"No complaining now, ladies, remember you volunteered for this!" Dirk reminded them of the fabricated circumstances of their participation. "Energy wasted on making excuses is energy that could be used to help heat yourselves up faster! But because we've obtained the rights to numerous artists' songs we'll give you a little help to reach the goal in time!" he announced, and started playing Elvis Presley's "Burning Love" over the loudspeaker. The girls could start stimulating themselves to the lyrics "I feel my temperature rising!"
Apparently even the enticement of multiple millions of dollars and the threat of revealing themselves in the most humiliating way possible to their fans (which would in turn jeopardize their social media success) was not sufficient to get them to let out their inner perversion. He had figured at least one of them would be the holdout, resisting the shift in norms that made society more sex-positive and comfortable with expressing it openly in a variety of ways. That was what the rest of the Escape Room's traps were for, of course. Aphrodisiac gas, or the slime on the mutant tentacle creatures he had bioengineered to torment them, there were plenty of options for the girls to succumb to lust and temptation eventually even if they refused to give in naturally.
The clock continued counting down. "You don't have to achieve climax to win this, girls, it's just a nice bonus in case it happens! If external stimuli is all you need to exceed double-digit temperatures, then don't worry about testing out those little safety holes with no-contact penetration, I'm sure one of the other games will present a much more fun and dignified means of getting the full experience!" he teased them somewhat at the 7 minutes countdown, leaving them just over 5 minutes to show the thermometer they'd heated up their sensitive spots to a feverish temperature. Friction was the key and there were plenty of other things in the room they could use if they frantically humped them, like the corners of the ramps or the gymnastics bars.
"And even though your voices are, of course, obscured for your identity's sake, you should also avoid using any catchphrases that might give yourselves away! But don't be shy about showing how much you're enjoying the stimulation! These suits are so skin-tight you'd still feel an insect crawling on you so there's no sensation lost at all!" That was his version of a five-minute warning, which wasn't needed since all four walls of the room had a prominently displayed screen with the angry red numbers counting down.
Character Name: Abigail Chase Wearing: Shiny skintight Totally Spies themed latex catsuit (black/pewter) with helmet/long gloves/matching ankle boots and belt Location: Freezing cold escape room #1, first challenge. Tagging | Mentioning: Pleasuring herself furiously Afflictions | Notes: Getting really hot!!
It had been several minutes since she had started and Abbey was now really aroused. She could feel the thin tight latex that encased her femininity slipping and sliding to and fro under the friction of her black latex gloves as her wetness trapped inside her suit was acting like a sensual lubricant against the catsuit. And sensation of the thin tight latex sliding to and fro against her lips only added to the sensation, helping Abbey feel more pleasure. Soft feminine moans and grunts escaped her lips as Abbey layed back on the table such that her long latex encased legs were still dangled off the edge of the table, but her upper body was lying flat on the table.
With this eager anticipation, Abbey would slowly feel around, figuring out where the pin prick hole was between her legs, and then, slowly begin to push the 'marital aid' against it and into her. The sensation was intense as she felt the thin patch of latex hiding behind the pin prick hole begin to stretch and press up against her tight wet lips. Her lips would part, welcoming the latex sheathed intruder. "Uggh" she grunted as she pushed the tool all the way into her. The sensation was surprising and Abbey actually loved it, she loved the feel of the latex deep inside of her and how her wetness made it so wonderfully slippery.
Egged on by this exciting new sensation, Abbey would start pumping the 'marital aid' thermometer in and our of her after turning it on so that it could also vide her. Turning on the vibrator turned out to be a fantastic idea since the vibration pulsed through the thin latex in a way that was felt against her clitoris. Almost immediately, her hips would start to quiver as the pleasure radiated from her core became white hot. Soft moans, and little whispered "ahhh yes...", and delightful little feminine grunts played out along with a little cacophony of rubbery squeaks coming from her black latex gloved hand massaging her latex covered breasts and the other hand was eagerly pumping the 'marital aid' and and out of her latex sheathed sex. Sharp little convulsions would start to play out in her hips every once in a while as something would feel 'just right' for a second, sending intense little shockwaves of pleasure through her tall latex clad body.
And the little convulsions would become more numerous as her abdominal muscles began to bunch up. Abbey was getting really close now, her hips gyrating, one hand eagerly fondling her breasts in a cacophony of rubbery squeaks while the other sped up the pumping of the marital aid in and out of her. Hopefully, the increased friction between the marital aid and the latex vaginal sheath, and the fact that Abbey was getting as hot as she could get was going to push the temperature past the level needed to unlock the doors.
And in the last 45 seconds, Abbey would finally get there as her tall latex encased body suddenly tensed up, her back arching as she pushed the thermometer all the way inside her and began convulsing violently as she experienced her first latex encased orgasm ever... A loud guttural feminine grunt escaped her lips to announce the sexual milestone!! Abbey was actually quite surprised and how fast she 'got there', since it usually took her more time than this, but there was something intoxicating about the situation she was in, about this alluring latex suit, about being in front of a live audience while being anonymized by her rubber suit, something about being a 'WOOHP Spy'....
"Some perverted old geezer!" Cordelia grumbled mostly to herself while warming up. *Must be free after fifty years...* she mused while picking up the rhytm, her workout just got faster and she really started to sweat. Her breathing got faster and heavier too, leaving the girl dizzy with the mask on... and also aroused from the full encasement in the latex. While her bobbing boobs and shaking ass would be a very nice sight, she didn't consider it as indecent as her sisters self-loving... she was getting heavily aroused too, it was not so different from sexual arousal.
Seeing the timer getting too close to zero and the door still locked, she grabbed the free thermometer and tried to work her gloveless hands stroking it to warm the material up, before trying to put it somewhere on her body where it was really hot. She could not really feel the difference, but tried to get most of the sensor touch the warmed up catsuit. Under her armpits, between her inner elbows, she even tried to put it behind her knees as she crouched, but finally took the already warmed up 'marital aid' between her thighs hoping that it would be enough and she would not have to insert it into herself... Abby's moans and convulsions made Cordelia's pussy throb, but it wasn't enough for her to debase herself in following her sister - and she didn't had the time for a nice masturbation session anyway. Ten minutes? She wasn't a boy, that time wouldn't have been enough for more than a warm up - which she did anyway, but by exercising.
Character Name: John Dirk Wearing: A suit and tie befitting a game show host Location: The Escape Room Facility, Control Room Tagging/ Mentioning: The Chase Sisters Affiliations/Notes: Running the Show
John Dirk continued to watch with delight as the Chase sisters played along, some more than others, and doing well enough to prove that he was right about them, deep down there was a streak of exhibitionism, it just had to be allowed to surface and Abby was clearly the one with the most elaborate fantasies, the desire to live out her sexy spy dream and be the object of desire and receiving pleasure. If only her sisters were so easy to compel! "It seems our saucy ladies have elected to try different methods to get the heat flowing. I'm not complaining!" he laughed as the minutes continued to tick down. "But I'll tell you one thing, if I was allowed to place my own bets on the game, I know who I'd say is the odds-on favorite to win the top prize!" he cheered a little for what was obviously Abby, the one putting the most direct effort into achieving the goal of the game. "Better hurry, girls, or you might all lose a point this round! Get those thermometers checking! You'll know if you've reached the right temperature, trust me!" he would have winked at the camera if he was on one, but not wanting the sisters to recognize him just yet, he kept it just to his voice, and put on that game show host affect to avoid sounding like himself just in case.
The cold air continued to be pumped into the room, making it even more imperative that the girls get as much friction going as possible, as there was no other possible way to heat up in the room. "Oh, this will be very disappointing if we have a failure in the very first round, ladies and gentlemen! Much like every other program of this nature, things will only get harder - pun very much intended - from here on out! If you can't hack it in the kiddie league, you might be in trouble when you have to put on your big girl pants and do the real work!" he tried to taunt them, the idea of their immaturity while in this clearly adults-only style game, such a contradiction and yet it should still have stung. "Two more minutes, darlings, please, give your suits something other than just sweat to soak up!" he encouraged them in the lewdest way he could think of while still being clever.
Character Name: Abigail Chase Wearing: Shiny skintight Totally Spies themed latex catsuit (black/pewter) with helmet/long gloves/matching ankle boots and belt Location: Freezing cold escape room #1, first challenge. Tagging | Mentioning: Pleasuring herself furiously Afflictions | Notes: Climaxing!
Abbey was actually completely surprised by her orgasm. She had lost track of time and lost herself in the moment. But barely a few seconds after she came, this strange beeping noise would sound out from her thermometer/marital aid which was still shoved all the way inside of her. As soon as the beeping began, some sort of loud horn would blare out, like what you'd hear in a sports venue when a period ends in a game. And as soon as that happened, the cold air would immediately stop and be replaced by warm air as the exit doors opened... Abbey looked at the clock and realized that she had managed to beat the clock, that she had won.
Abbey smiled, but she was still high on pleasure, lying there on the table with her long latex encased legs dangling over the edge, with a black latex gloved hand still pumping the marital aid in and out of her, causing her to have little post-orgasmic tremors. There was something surprisingly fantastic about sex in rubber and Abbey was incredibly glad she had discovered this new joy as she layed there on her back, taking deep post-orgasmic breaths as she recovered. Eventually, she would pull out the marital aid from her tight wet femininity. She could feel the latex that had been pushed deep inside of her slowly start to recede as the stretched out latex began to return to it's original shape of just being this small patch of latex that was flush with the contours of her tight shiny latex catsuit.
The beeping coming from Abbey's direction didn't surprise Cordelia, but she did jumped a little at the horn. It was obvious that it signalled the end of the cold, and the opening of the room, as those happened right away. That her sister blatantlylay there and kept pleasuring herself with the tool did made Cordeliastare...andmaybea little bit loose her attention from keping her own tool away from its obvious use. She found herself stroking the rod between her puffy pussy lips clearly shown through the thin material of the latex catsuit.
The spread camel toe throbbed under the snug material, the warmed up 'thermometer' sliding easily along it, and Cordeliajusthad to put a little more pressure on it to feel sensations through her clit too. Her hips twitched, and she had to bite her lips to keep in a moan of pure pleasure. No, she would never push it into her like Abby, but she did found the sight very erotic. She moved her hand just like her sister was moving hers, keeping the ever slowing rhytm up until her toy beeped to, shaking her out of her state. Blushing under her suit, she pulled her hand and tool away, but was still staring as it was when Abby pulled hers out too.
Cordelia could not speak without her voice breaking, so she remained silent and just walked out, dropping the 'marital aid' on one of the tables. While it wasnot her who unlocked the door, and she did not came, she was the first out and did managed to get the target temperature somehow. Sqeaking, her sweat filled suit still enticed her sensously with every movement, but thanks to the money spent on their high tech equipment, her mask did not fog up, and she felt like the material of the suit let her sweat slowly diffuse and evaporate. That it just made the material more form fitting and clinging to her skin wasn't realised by the young woman.
Character Name: John Dirk Wearing: A suit and tie befitting a game show host Location: The Escape Room Facility, Control Room Tagging/ Mentioning: The Chase Sisters Affiliations/Notes: On to Round 2!
A sports-match style air horn fired in a 1-2-3-4-5 rapid fashion with the final note being elongated, signaling a victorious conclusion to the first round. "Well done, ladies, cutting it a bit close there but hey, can't argue with results!" Dirk announced, fanfare clamoring over the speakers along with his voice. "One step closer to the grand prize, and it's still anyone's game! I'm not changing my vote though, Contestant 1 is where it's at as far as I'm concerned!" he continued to congratulate Abby without naming her. "Prove me wrong, Contestants 2 and 3! Prove! Me! Wrong!" he encouraged the other sisters to do better, but wouldn't be changing his tune until they gave him a reason.
"We'll give you lovelies a five-minute breather before we start up the next round, no sense tiring you out to the point where you won't enjoy it!" he treated the ruse as realistically as possible to make it seem like a real game show. Forcing them immediately into another, then another, would seem unreasonable even though he wanted to thrust them into one ordeal after another and watch them become true sluts who held nothing back.
The next room was a similar warm-up, nothing too extreme but with a few twists. Inside were a number of what looked like mannequin parts, mainly heads and torsos, some face-up in the floor, some on poles standing upright, others protruding from the walls. "Meet your ex-boyfriends, ladies!" Dirk joked, implying the girls were virgins and had only ever used objects to stimulate themselves, not unlike the game in the previous room. "Just kidding, one-night stands don't count!" he taunted them again.
"No time limit this time, so you'll be able to really put effort into it this round, and do it right!" he explained, which would sound like a relief if they didn't know it was bound to be something more difficult than the last one. "You see before you several facsimiles of humans, with all the parts that don't pertain to this challenge removed. What you're going to be focusing on is giving them attention with your bountiful bosoms! These aren't your run of the mill mannequins, though, which you'll find out shortly! Just about anything you can imagine doing with your breasts to entice someone will be on the table, and you won't know what it's going to take until you wrap your hands around a mannequin. Motorboating their heads, or titty-fucking them when a phallus pops out? All that, and more! The object of the game is to find three mannequins that contain a sample of oil. How will you know when you've found one? The same way you find out if your partner has finished, of course! Don't worry, it'll be pretty obvious; like a happy surprise, you'll know when it happens! There are only six correct mannequins out of the dozens in the room, and the big winner will be the first to find three of them containing samples, the second place winner will find two, and the last place will find just one. This round, nobody leaves until all six mannequins squirt out their samples! Nobody gets to slack off so bad they lose a point, and the first two winners must stop after finding their three and two mannequins to get them first and second place." he explained.
"That's it, girls! Pretty simple, and it's impossible for anyone to lose! Aren't we generous?" he laughed as applause from the imaginary studio audience began to play behind his voice. "Then let's get started! Tits ahoy!" he imitated a skipper's whistle at a boat launch and sounded the initiation signal for the next round to start.
Character Name: Abigail Chase Wearing: Shiny skintight Totally Spies themed latex catsuit (black/pewter) with helmet/long gloves/matching ankle boots and belt Location: Room full of strange mannequins Tagging | Mentioning: Both of her sisters Afflictions | Notes:
It took several minutes for Abbey to gather herself and straighten herself up, blushing a bright red behind her full face latex hood as she realized what she had done in front of a live audience. It was both horrifying as well as alluring all at once, to be this anonymous latex doll and basically experiencing what she believed (because of hypnosis) was one of her deep dark fantasies. Abbey would say "Well done Sam", obviously talking to her sister Cordelia using their 'stage name', before turning to Sarah and saying "Don't worry Alex, we'll make sure that those demerit points get spread around between the three of us to make sure no one loses too many points"
The sisters would be given several minutes to recover and warm up before being shown into the next room and the next challenge. Abbey would roll her eyes as the new challenge was described. Looking around the room, she could see these mannequins all over, consisting of a torso and featureless head, all of which seemed covered in some sort of black stretchy material, like what you'd find in yoga pants.
Abbey looked at her sisters. It was like looking at herself, and that turned her on since all of her sisters looked absolutely incredibly in their tight latex catsuits. "Well, let's do this. I'll go left to right from this wall. Let's make sure we efficiently 'cover' each of those mannequins"
Abbey would go where she said she would start. It was a mannequin that was embedded into the wall. She would approach the mannequin, wondering what exactly she had to do as she whispered "Okay.... So... what now?". The game show host did say to 'give them attention with their bountiful bosoms', so Abbey would do what she knew was guaranteed to get a man's attention, as her black latex gloved hands reached up and began fondling her breasts in a delightful cacophony of rubbery squeaks while standing in front of her chosen mannequin... Abbey's breasts, just like all of her other sisters, were these perfect perky round FF cup breasts, which looked large, but not bimbo large, on their tall statuesque bodies. The feeling of groping her latex covered breasts with her latex gloved hands was bizarre, but at the same time arousing.
Cordelia was just frowning - not that anyone could see it - and walked up and down across the room they found themselves for the supposed rest. She felt restless, but at least her dizziness and sick feeling was overshadowed by the light buzz from the previous ten minutes of warm up exercise, and her arousal. "You did good too, Clover, if you wanted to be called the slutty spy..." she finally replied, but was feeling like something was a miss. The whole setup, the supposed game, she was sure it could not be a fully legaland real show, but... Well, Cordelia wouldn't put it past some new visionary to really televise it. She was just sure they - as in all three - wouldn't been starring it in on their own choice. And why there was no other contestants?
But then the next room opened up with the almost incoherent blabling of the man. Thankfully Cordelia could still make out the relevant parts from the announcement. As Abbey went left, Cordelia strode forward, going for the torso and head standing free on some kind of pole. She just pushed up to it, arms pulling the manequin against her bosom, while she tried to stand on her tiptoes to get the doll's face under her chin. Wondering what someone could do with only tits, ones covered in shiny sqeaky thin latex, Cordelia hoped that she could get past her first target fast, and wouldn't have to get too slutty to do it.
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