Beta Test

Avatar Erin was left cuffed and exposed in a room filled with her peers. Real Erin was left cuffed and exposed in her living room, where she quickly jumped out of reach of the game box. On the screen, Jenna got up, quickly found a handcuff key, and brought it over to avatar Erin. But in the living room, Erin refused to get within reach of the robotic arms. On the screen, this showed up as avatar Erin walking away from Jenna whenever she got close.

"C'mon Erin," Jenna said, "You're making a fool of yourself. Let me unlock you and cover you up."

Erin finally relented. She feared the robotic arm but didn't how else she could get out of the handcuffs. As soon as Jenna unlocked her, however, she tore her wrist and ankle bands off and ran out of the room, vowing not to return to the game.

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Ahhhh, but vows can be fickle. After spending the rest of her Friday night pampering herself with a long hot bath and a quiet evening in bed, Erin woke up Saturday morning feeling restless. She had spent basically all of her free time the last three evenings playing the game, and she had been really looking forward to playing all day Saturday. She would have been able to make some real progress at the academy...

Erin was still pissed as hell at Hayworth for what he did and at the box for abusing her. If she had any idea how to contact the game makers, she would have screamed at them last night and threatened all sorts of law suits. But her anger had cooled, and she also started questioning herself. How dumb and slow had she been to let Hayworth beat her like that? And, if she had kept her wits about her and just ordered the game to stop, would it have let her go?

These doubts nagged at Erin, and she found herself sitting in her living room, sitting a safe distance from the box, trying to decide what to do. She had to admit that she really did want to continue playing. She decided that of course the game would have stopped before seriously hurting her, and that certainly it would have stopped if she had just shouted a direct order for it to do so. She also slowly convinced herself that if she was just more careful, she could be sure to avoid another situation like that one.

So, after eating a nice slow breakfast, Erin walked up to the box in her living. She took a deep breath and clipped on the wrist and ankle bands. That was the cue for the screen on the top of the box to pop up and show her where she had left off. She would then have to match the clothing and position of her avatar before the game would start. Erin had been worried that the game would bring her back exactly where she had left, running out of the workout room with her boobs bouncing free on top of her sports bra. She wasn't sure if she would be willing to play if that was the case, so she was relieved to see her avatar sleeping in the women's dorm. Erin stripped down to her undies and laid down on the floor, starting the game.

Previously, when she came into the game with her avatar asleep, the alarm in the dorm room would go off almost as soon as the game started. This time, all the other female recruits were still asleep and it looked like it was still night-time in the game. Erin sat up and saw Jenna sitting up in the bed next to hers. Her friend whispered that she heard that Hayworth had been put on involuntary leave for the stunt he had pulled, and that all of the recruits had been sternly warned not to pester Erin about the incident. Erin smiled and thanked her friend, already feeling good about her decision to get back in the game.

The morning's practice at the firing range put Erin's mind completely at ease. She had become quite the marksman with a standard issue handgun, and unloading round after round at the target on the screen was a great stress reliever for her. She was also thrilled to learn that the next lesson was on heavier guns. While the plastic gun she held in her living room stayed the same, the guns that it represented got bigger and bigger. Her avatar tried out M16s, AK47s, sniper rifles, shotguns and elephant guns. She even got to fire everyone's childhood dream – the bazooka.

Erin spent her whole Saturday in front of the black box playing the game, with only short breaks for the bathroom and lunch while her avatar was sleeping. She was making great progress, was scoring near the top of her class on almost everything she tried, and was having a great time. As the sun was setting in the real world, avatar Erin was finishing her 4th week at the academy, and was summoned to the office of the head of the academy, Captain Anderson.

The large gruff man looked especially serious when she arrived. He told her that the local PD was planning an important undercover operation on a mafia kingpin named Tico. An hour ago, they had intercepted a car that was transporting a woman who they had reason to believe had just been bought by Tico to be his personal slave. The police were sure that this particular kingpin was responsible for a large amount of the crime in the area, but they had never been able to get good enough evidence to bring him down. Now they thought they had a golden opportunity to plant a spy directly with him in a way that he would never suspect, and that was where Erin would come in.

Captain Anderson explained that this slave bore an uncanny resemblance to Erin. They believed that Erin would be able to take the slave's place, gather critical evidence from right under Tico's nose, and bring him down once and for all. The Captain explained that under normal circumstances, they would never ask this of someone who hadn't yet graduated from the academy, but that Erin had been doing so well that they thought she was prepared. If she accepted, they would have to move fast. Any greater delay in the delivery of the slave could raise suspicions.

The Captain then took on an even more grave expression and said: "Now Erin, I am aware of the very unfortunate incident involving Sergeant Hayworth 2 weeks ago. This mission would require you to wear the same restraints that the slave we intercepted was wearing. I need to know if you will be able to handle that, and I completely understand if you decide not to accept."

Erin was getting very excited about the prospect of some real action. She'd been enjoying the drills, but was ready for more, and had recently been wondering if it would take her the full two week beta-test period just to get through the academy. This was a perfect opportunity. The fact that she'd have to be restrained did make her pause, but she quickly decided that everything would be fine. She accepted the mission. Captain Anderson was incredibly pleased, thanked her for her dedication, and sent her down to the briefing room to get changed and prepped.

Officer Doug Crowley was waiting for Erin in the briefing room. Erin was happy to see him – he had always been kind, if firm. She also thought he was pretty cute. He told her that he'd be the one driving her to the drop off location, and that they had no time to lose.

On the screen, the image of Doug handed Erin's avatar two flimsy looking garments and told her to change quickly into the clothes they had found on the slave, and no underwear underneath. The box in front of Erin had opened a side door, and garments identical to the ones on the screen were being handed to her in real life. As usual, she and her avatar would have to be dressed alike, but this was the first time that the box had supplied the clothing.

On the screen, Doug proceeded to strip down right there in the room and pull on the clothes the driver had been wearing. Erin thought this was a bit inappropriate, but understood the need to hurry, so went ahead and did the same. Of course, while Doug's new outfit left him fully covered, Erin would have been more modest if she was completely nude. Her tank top was mostly see-through and didn't quite cover the bottom of her boobs. It also squeezed her tits together and did nothing to hide her nipples.

The mini skirt was just as bad – made of only slightly less transparent material and just barely covering her ass. Erin looked down at herself in real life and had a moment of self-consciousness standing in her living room wearing such an outrageously revealing outfit just so she could play some game. Well, she thought, no real people are going to see me, so who cares!

Doug coughed to get her attention. They needed to finish her outfit quickly and get going. He pulled a pair of handcuffs out of a duffle bag and explained that the slave had been wearing them. The mannequin and robotic arms had unfolded from the box, holding the same cuffs in its hand that she saw on the screen in Doug's hand.

These were no police handcuffs. If anything, they looked more inescapable with their 3-inch-wide leather cuffs and large locking buckles. Erin took a deep breath, then, maybe against her better judgment, placed her wrists together behind her back and allowed her avatar and herself to have the cuffs locked on. She felt a bit of panic as the robotic arm closed the locks shut, but Doug's voice on the screen comforted her. This time she was doing it willingly, and Doug was no Hayworth, so she should be fine.

Doug/mannequin pulled out another set of cuffs, which Erin assumed would be going around her ankles, but which instead were locked onto her arms just above her elbows. A small chain was then attached, drawing her elbows closer together and causing her breasts to strain even harder against the fabric of her top. Doug apologized profusely for having to do this, but repeated that she had to be dressed just like the slave.

Erin told him it was okay, and that he should just hurry with whatever else she needed to wear. Doug thanked her for being such a good sport and proceeded to lock a wide collar around her neck, cuffs around her ankles, and a pair of 4-inch heels onto her feet. He apologized again as he placed a thick blindfold over her eyes.

Erin thought this was pretty ridiculous. Now she couldn't even see her avatar or what was going on. She figured she'd mention that as part of her feedback for the beta test – maybe the avatar could have a complete blindfold but the real person could get something with holes so they could still see what was happening.

Doug said he had just one last piece of gear and asked her to open her mouth wide. Erin was confused by the request, but was in the swing of just getting this done quickly, so complied. She was surprised to feel a large rubber ball pressed into her mouth, then locked into place with a strap behind her head.

She tried to say "Wait.." but couldn't form any meaningful words around the gag. This actually got her quite worried. She was counting on being able to shout at the game to stop if things got out of hand. She wondered if she should jump away from the robotic arms right then, but also wondered what that would get her. She was locked in to all these restraints, and there was absolutely no way she'd be getting free by herself. And anyway, this was the plan she had agreed to. She just hadn't realized that dressing like the intercepted slave would be quite so severe.

Doug's voice interrupted her thoughts, saying, "Okay, let's go."

A robotic hand took hold of her arm and guided her in a standing walk. She had another moment of feeling foolish. If someone walked into her living room right then, they would see her dressed like a total slut, bound incredibly tightly, and marching in place while being guided by some mannequin.

"Okay, we're at the car, watch your head," Doug said as Erin was pushed gently by the mannequin onto a bench that must have folded out from the box. He then explained that he had to lock her collar to the bench, and Erin felt her own collar pulled up so that she had to sit straight, then felt that her collar was locked to the back of the bench she was sitting on.

"Off we go!" called Doug, in a voice that was much cheerier than Erin was feeling right then. The bench started bouncing, indicating that her avatar was driving away from the police academy.

The drive took at least fifteen minutes, which was much longer than Erin wanted to have to sit on the dumb bouncing bench. But at that point she truly had no choice in the matter. She tried to work her hands free of the cuffs, or work the ball out of her mouth, but there was no way that any of her restraints were coming off without help.

Out of curiosity, she also rocked hard on her bench. She knew the box was heavy, but it was nowhere near heavy enough to prevent her from tipping it over or sliding it around. She could only guess that it had bolted itself to her floor, which also explained why it never tipped over when she was sparing with the mannequin or any of a number of activities that required stability. She was pretty irritated that the box must have gone and drilled holes in her floor without asking her, but there wasn't anything she could do about it just then!

When the car finally stopped, Erin heard her door open at the same time as the driver door, indicating that someone else was supposed to be there. This was confirmed by the new voice she heard, saying: "Damn! Look at this hot bitch! The boss sure knows how to pick 'em!"

Erin heard another voice talking with Doug, paying him for transporting the slave and sending him on his way. Doug tried to convince them that he was supposed to deliver the slave directly to their boss, but the man just laughed and told him to get the fuck out of there before he got himself shot.

Erin was unlocked from the bench and pulled onto her feet. She heard Doug pull away in the car and suddenly felt very alone. Physically she was in exactly the same situation. But it made her very nervous to know that in the game she was now in the hands of two mob men instead of a fellow cop who she trusted. Had she made a mistake by agreeing to this mission?

Erin felt something clipped onto the front of her collar, then felt a sharp tug.

"Let's go slave!" One of the men called.

Jesus, Erin thought, I'm being led by a leash. Even if she wanted to step away from the mannequin and robot arms at that point, she wouldn't be able to. She tried to stay calm and focus on her 'mission.' Since she was going to have go through with this anyway, she figured she might as well try to stop worrying and play along.

After 5 minutes of walking (moving her legs in place in her living room and periodically getting a tug on her collar), the men brought Erin to a stop. Her leash was pulled above her head and hooked to something, leaving her standing tall and stuck in place. Finally, her blindfold was pulled off.

It had gotten quite dark in Erin's apartment, so the only thing to see was the game screen. And there she saw herself, dressed like a slut and bound like a slave, chained to a beam inside what appeared to be a large warehouse. Right in front of her was a man she recognized from her debriefing as Tico, the mafia kingpin.

Tico stared intently into the eyes of her avatar for a long moment, then said in a loud voice: "Guido, why have you brought this woman here? You know that if you find someone bound like this you should take them straight to the police. Go do that now."

Erin was relieved, and she saw that the man named Guido was confused. But when Guido reached to unclip her leash, Tico waved him away, held a finger to his lips, and reached into Erin's shirt. Erin watched the screen intently, trying to figure out what was going on. She saw Tico carefully pull a wire out of her avatar's shirt, then hand it to Guido and point him towards a van.

Shit, shit, shit, Erin thought, this is not good. Tico knows I'm a spy, and if Doug is tracking that wire, he and the rest will follow that van instead of staying here ready to rescue me.

Tico stayed silent until the wire was safely in the van and unable to record his voice. He stroked Erin's cheek while he waited, and tweaked each of her nipples. Erin tried to put a tough expression on her face though she certainly wasn't feeling tough. She was bound and trapped in her living room as a mechanical hand was toying with her tits. No, instead of tough she was feeling like a fool for letting this game trap her again, and was wondering just what would happen to her now.

"My dear," the big boss began, "I must first acclaim your bravery for dressing yourself up like this and coming here to try to snare me. But then I must acclaim the stupidity of you and your department. You do look quite a bit like the sex slave I was having delivered today, but her eyes were blue, and yours, unfortunately for you, are brown.

"Oh, and speaking of your eyes, did I just notice them widen when I said the words 'sex slave'? Exactly what kind of slave did you think you were impersonating, dressed the way you are? Yes, you are going to attend to all of my personal needs. And I think you'll do just fine. These tits are just as good as ones on the slave I bought, and if anything, your ass is even tighter."

As Tico spoke, Erin watched on the screen as he walked around her as if she was some horse he was inspecting, pinching and stroking the body parts he was admiring. Of course, she felt those pinches and strokes directly, as they were all faithfully replicated by the robotic arms, which hefted her boobs, pulled her bound arms up to squeezed her ass, and stroked her thighs.

Then without warning Tico/mannequin pressed a long finger straight into her pussy. At this, Erin screamed into her gag and tried to squirm and hop her way off the intruder, outraged that the game would be willing to cross that line. The robotic arm effortlessly kept her impaled on its finger, and on the screen Tico laughed out loud.

"My pet, you seem genuinely surprised that I might invade your well. Are you truly confused about the concept of a sex slave? With a body like yours, in an outfit like this, do you really not understand that every single straight man who sees you is going try to get himself into one or another of your holes? Ha ha ha, I am truly going to enjoy owning you. But before we play, it's time to get you out of here. I don't want those co-workers of yours showing up here while any of us are still around. Jerry, get my limo, and the rest of you make scarce."

Erin's mind was reeling as her leash was unhooked, her blindfold replaced, and she was clipped back onto the same bench on which she drove here. Presumably this was supposed to be in Tico's limousine and not Doug's sedan. She had known she was in trouble when Tico found her wire, but now she was realizing just how much trouble she was in. The game had already shown that it was capable of hurting her, and now it had shown that it was capable of fucking her as well. And Tico had mentioned 'one or another' of her holes? Shit, did that mean...?

Erin steered her mind away from that for now, but continued reviewing just how bad her situation was. This game had shown that it was very good at sticking faithfully to a storyline, and in this storyline she was being taken by the mob to some secret hideout. The cops wouldn't have any idea where she was, and if she was kept bound like this it seemed impossible that she would be able to escape. She held out some hope that when they removed her gag she'd be able to order the game to stop and release her, but the more she thought about it, the less likely it seemed that the game would listen to such a command. It hadn't shown the slightest inkling of breaking character. That had just been wishful thinking.

She had been a total fool to start playing this game again, knowing that it was capable of overpowering her and hurting her. What the hell had she been thinking?! The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed that this game was simply not going to let her out of its own volition. She was going to be trapped here, taking whatever the game thought this group of mobsters should give her, until something external freed her.