“This is so much better than I imagined. Fuck, I almost want one of these myself.”
“Well, you know where to come.”
Minh chuckled evilly, “Oh, there’s no doubt about that Tom, so will Zoe. She’ll know exactly where to come by the end of this night. Speaking of which, all set?”
I nodded.
“Okay, let’s get her installed. Ben’s already left and I’m due out the door in fifteen, so it’s just the two of you. Well, three of you, but I guess I’m not counting her.”
Minh went back the way she’d come and appeared a few moments later, leading Zoe by the hand. Hayley followed behind them both.
I had to take a moment to maintain my composure. Minh had transformed the blonde girl we’d met in the store into a strange cyberpunk fetish fantasy. She was stripped bare, but her body was wrapped in a harness, black leather straps done up tight around her curves, between her breasts, parting her legs. Shiny metal rings glinted in the light, some of which were already threaded through with straps, others unused. Around Zoe’s wrists and ankles were thick leather cuffs, and a matching leather collar was fastened around her neck.
But it was her face that caught my attention, or rather the lack of it. Zoe’s mouth was stopped with a gag, her eyes covered with a bulky headset, with headphones over her ears. Wires dangled down behind her back, and more wires snaked around her waist, reaching up to little white pads on her breasts. More wires snaked down to her crotch, attached to similar pads on her inner thighs and peeking out from beneath the thick leather strap that was locked between her legs. There was a chunky sports watch on one wrist.
“Like it?” Minh exclaimed, turning the helpless, blind figure around in the hallway.
I could see a small unit mounted on the harness in the hollow of her spine, to which all the cables were attached.
“I did my doctorate in immersive virtual worlds. I always knew it’d come in useful. Zoe’s real good at software but I discovered early on that it just wasn’t for me.”
Minh ran a hand through the hair of the other woman as she stood silently in front of us.
“It turns out I’m more of a hardware girl.”
She arched an eyebrow at me suggestively. I couldn’t stop staring at what she’d done to her friend.
“Shall we get her installed?” Minh asked.
“Uh, yeah, sure,” I muttered, “Right this way.”
I reached out and took Zoe’s hand, feeling the tightness of her grip as she clutched me. She didn’t resist as I directed her towards the cabinet. Minh was immediately by my side.
“She was always so willing to try out my little experiments when we were in postgrad together. She was the perfect subject. We had such fun. We tried everything.”
I opened the frame, swinging the mirror. Minh backed her friend into the little space behind it. Carefully, she latched the straps bolted to the back wall to points in Zoe’s harness, then fixed her wrists in place with another set of straps and then finally knelt at her feet to bind her ankles securely to the back wall. Each movement was precise and delicate. At last, she stood up, her attention focused on the occluded face of her friend.
“I fucking love her,” Minh murmured, then she shot me a quick look.
“Don’t worry, I’ve switched her hearing off. She can’t hear a word. From this point, she only hears what I want her to hear, only sees what I want her to see.”
With that, Minh closed the front, leaving us staring at the ghost of our reflections and the brightly-lit outline of the woman she’d trapped inside the mirror. She stepped back.
“What are you going to do?” I asked.
“Not do, have already done, see?”
Minh held up her phone. There was the usual array of icons on the screen, but the background picture caught my attention immediately.
“I’ve turned her into a screensaver. She’s just going to sit here in my pocket all night until I get her out and play with her.”
“Play with her? How?”
“The goggles, they’re meshed to the phone camera, so she can see out. Like right now, she can see and hear everything I’m saying as if I’m facing her. We’re going to stand her up on the table, letting her see everything. I’ve boosted the data so she’s got ultra-high definition resolution on the video feed. Audio, well it’s a lot lower bandwidth. Plus, the kinda shit they play in the club is all just low-fidelity anyway.”
She swept the phone around the hallway, first towards me and then Hayley, before training it on the mirror, showing the helpless figure secured within. Zoe wriggled, seeing her bound form for the first time.
“There’s one more little innovation. I was saving it as a surprise for later, but, y’know what? I just can’t wait. I want to see her squirm.”
She held the phone up to the mirror and then swiped a finger across the screen. Inside her glass prison, Zoe’s body contorted.
“What did you do?” Hayley hissed.
Minh reached around the side of the mirror, switching off the internal light. We were suddenly staring at our own reflections again, the woman trapped within completely invisible to us now.
“I had an idea, and shit, it was such a tricky thing to get right, but you saw it, right, it worked.”
“What did?” Hayley persisted.
Minh turned back to us, showing the screen again. Her finger hovered over it and then she traced a tiny circle around the crotch of the background figure. Behind her, we heard the tap of the harness rings against the glass. Minh shrugged.
“Haptic feedback system,” she explained, “It translates the position of the fingertip to a location on the figure and then activates a stimulation pad on that part of the body. I rub this, and she feels it there.”
Minh’s fingertip continued to stroke the crotch of the figure on the screen. We could hear muffled noises coming from behind the mirror.
“I wasn’t sure about calibration level,” she mused, letting her finger drift up towards one of the figure’s breasts, eliciting another muted response behind her, “But then I realised that it doesn’t really matter. Well, to me anyway. It’s going to matter a lot to poor, trapped Zoe. She’s completely at my mercy until we come back and let her out. We can do anything we want to her, stroke her all night in the club if we like, until she’s cumming her brains out at the slightest touch.”
Minh’s expression was sly, each word enunciated clearly, and I realised it was for the benefit of the woman in the mirror, letting Zoe know exactly what Minh’s plans were for her.
“There’s a training net hooked in too, monitoring respiration, blood pressure, heart rate from that watch on her wrist. I reckon we just need maybe a half-dozen data points before it’s able to pick out the orgasm peaks for itself. Then we can just feed that back and let it go automatic. It’s a pretty crude AI model, but Zoe’s the shit-hot coder. I’m just an interested amateur.”
Minh blanked the screen, cooing, “Time to deactivate you for a while, Zoe. I’ll turn you back on again when we get to dinner.”
She turned back to the mirror and made a show of checking her make-up, leaning forward until her face was close to the glass.
“I’m going to enjoy having you under my thumb,” she murmured, “Just like old times, babe.”
With that, she turned and sauntered past us both, down the hallway to the front door.
“Back by midnight,” she called over her shoulder, “She should have had enough by then.”
The door opened and she stepped out, leaving Hayley and myself alone.
“Now what?” Hayley grumbled.
“I guess we wait.”
“Six hours?”
“She’s paying us for it.”
“No Tom, I mean Zoe, under the control of that witch, like a goddamn voodoo doll frozen on her phone screen for six hours.”
I shrugged, replying, “You gotta hand it to her, she took what we did and she really made it her own.”
“Maybe we should report her, Tom.”
“Or maybe we should hire her.”
—
In the end, we took turns, sitting on a chair in the middle of the hallway with the cabinet illuminated so we could see inside. Oblivious to us, Zoe remained isolated in her own world, her eyes seeing only what Minh chose that she would see, her ears only hearing what Minh allowed her to hear, and every few minutes the helpless, bound woman trembled and squirmed as someone, somewhere brushed a finger across a phone screen to make her dance and writhe.
I walked up behind Hayley and rested a hand on her shoulder as she sat on the chair.
“Want me to take over again?” I asked.
“Nah, it’s nearly midnight anyway. The witches should be flying in any minute.”
“What makes you so sure?” I asked.
Hayley pointed at the figure behind the glass.
“That,” she said.
Zoe stretched, her breasts pushed hard against the glass, her body taut, every sinew straining. A slick trail of moisture trickled down the insides of her thighs.
“She’s a squirter, is our Zoe,” Hayley observed, “That’s the third one I’ve seen. I bet they’re in the cab right now, shitfaced, rubbing away at their little voodoo doll effigy, cackling to themselves.”
Zoe’s body relaxed, slumping in her harness, her head drooping, utterly spent.
“Never give control of your orgasm to your drunk friends,” Hayley muttered, “It just brings out the worst in them.”
We heard a rattle behind us. The door opened and a group of women in gaudy party dresses stumbled through. The last to enter was Minh, her hair down, stumbling on her high heels. The other girls came to a halt as they noticed the sight at the end of the hallway. One of the girls staggered forward, brushing past us to get a better look.
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