This is probably the last one of this set, at least for now :)

Penny recommended a new video game. I noticed when I looked it up that it included a full-dive VR version for those of us with neural enhancements... so I thought I'd take it for a spin!

Generating characters is tricky. I think I'm going to play a caster, so... plenty of points into Intelligence, with a little into Dexterity. Charisma could be useful, but I don't think I need Wisdom for anything...
Alright, let's get this game started!

Maybe I should have looked a little closer at the gear before equipping it...
Ah well.

Well shit. I really should have put more points in Wisdom for the perception bonuses...

"MMMnnnph!"
One of the bandits wrenched my arms around behind my back, holding tightly around my elbows, while the second jammed a large rubber ball into my mouth, buckling the gag behind my head.
Even as I tried to wriggle out of the unrelenting grip, I had to admit, I was quite impressed at the coding - the gag felt and tasted pretty much exactly right. But... why the hell was something like that coded so well into a fantasy game...
...Penny. Penny had been insistent that I try this game out, and I'm sure she said something about doing some work with the design team. That would explain so much.

One of the bandits grabbed my arms and started forcing what turned out to be black leather bondage mitts onto my hands, forcing them into useless fists. The other, meanwhile, produced a knife from somewhere and cut away my top! ...It didn't cover very much to start with, but it'd cover even less tucked away in some bandits' swag bag.

I brought my useless hands up to cover myself while one of the bandits held me at knifepoint and the other started going through a sack of kit...

While the first bandit held me in an awkward position, wrists yanked upwards behind my back until I bent over, the second buckled a leather blindfold around my head, and everything went dark except the system messages scrolling through my HUD.
What felt like a leather panel was then wrapped around my already gagged mouth and buckled behind my head, turning what little vocalisation I could manage around that rubber ball into piteous mewling, which quickly grew into indignant shrieks as my 'robes' were cut away and a pair of rubbery plugs were forced into me...
...and suddenly inflated! I moaned at the feeling of fullness, and shook myself to try to dislodge them, but they were pumped up to what must have been their maximum size. There was no way those were coming out on their own, and I stopped moving, panting through my nose as they shifted inside me...

One of them grabbed my leg and forced it into something rubbery, then repeated with the other leg. As she pulled it up my body I realised it was some kind of catsuit.
The bandit holding onto me kept that knife pressed against me while the other one undid the mitts one by one, quickly shoving my hands into the sleeves of the suit before buckling them back on. Once both hands were secured again, she pulled them round to my back and secured them together somehow - I think they locked together. I pulled helplessly against them and moaned as all the handling was shifting those damn plugs around...
I snapped back out of the haze when one of them grabbed my leg again, lifting it up and forcing something else over my foot. Fuck, really? Ballet boots? The other bandit held me up by my elbows as she pulled the second boot onto me, then began lacing them up tight.
Even if I could see, there's no way I'd be running away like this...

They forced me to the floor - I didn't really have a lot of choice in the matter, there was no way I could fight back while trying to balance in the ballet boots - and buckled a tight corset around my waist, which made breathing difficult.
While I was trying to catch my breath, I felt them clamp something tight around my arms just above my elbows, fixing my arms together even further.
I tried struggling, but every movement caused those damn plugs to shift maddeningly around...

...Mitts, mitts locked together, steel elbow cuffs, and now an armbinder?
Yeah, the struggling was just wishful thinking, really... there was absolutely no way I was going to be able to shift that.

Then I felt them fixing something around my ankles as well...

"Nearly there now, bitch" one of them said. "Just a couple more things to add"

I woke up in a strange room. The familiar feeling of tight latex was not entirely welcome, given the circumstances...

Miranda and I have been abducted by actors unknown and left - bound, gagged, buckled into ballet boots - to what purpose, we have no idea. And now we have to find our way out of this building before they come back...

...It's really hard to open a door when you're stuck in an armbinder...

Fortunately Miranda could keep an eye out to make sure nobody was coming down the hallway.

Having just about managed to get out of that room, we found ourselves in a three-way corridor.
Miranda thinks that the best way to go is through the double doors at the far end. I think that if someone's batshit crazy enough to kidnap random women, stuff them into latex bunnysuits and armbinders and then leave them to wander around, that's where they're most likely to have set up some kind of trap.

I managed to get Miranda to agree that we should check this side room out.
Again, doors. Doors are difficult.
And don't think I don't see you checking my tits out, Miranda...

'MMhnph phhm hmmm!?'
'Nh gnn, Pmnnm!'

...kinda regretting getting the door open now...