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KNOCK-KNOCK! "Room Service!" "Oh goodle!" Margot giggled. "I'm starved!" She drew a sash around her negligee and started to the door. "Margot," I cried. "Wait!" "Why, what's the matter, Dear?" She looked down at me, scrunched down on the floor with my arms trapped and my ass hanging out. I couldn't see her too well through the satin nightgown over my head, but the tone of her voice spoke volumes. She was not just amused at my plight -- she was turned on by it! I'd always known Margot was a bit kinky, but I thought she was a confirmed bottom! After all, that was how I met her, getting her out of a difficult scrape. And this vacation was supposed to be my bonus. Some bonus! Too late, I remembered now something I read once about latent sadism in the masochist and vice-versa. And here I was, unexpectedly at the amused mercy of a bottom getting a taste of the top! "Please!" I whined, struggling. "Don't let him see me like this! Send him away!" "No way, lover!" She grinned down at me. "I've too much appetite, if you know what I mean!" "Then hide me!" I struggled to move in the tight rubber. "Help me get to the bathroom!" "Too far away." She shook her head. "Tell you what, though; hide in here!" And before I could move, she'd slipped me into the huge, heavy hotel laundry bag. There were aiready clothes in the bottom, things we'd worn yesterday, and now she piled more clothes on top of me, then pulled the string closed. "Margot--!" I protested. "Shhh! It's only for a few seconds, while I get in the breakfast tray. Stay quiet now..." Totally embarrassed at the thought of being seen by anyone in this ridiculous fix, I sat there, scrunched up in that laundry bag, my arms and legs pinned to my smooth chest by the tightening rubber nightie I'd been foolish enough to wear the night before, my bare ass and bare feet sticking laughably out beneath the ruffled hem, completely engulfed in dirty laundry as I listened to Margot open the door to admit the boy with the breakfast tray. "Your tray, Madam." The voice was young, English-accented, and Margot warmed to the familiar tones immediately. "Thank you," she trilled. "My! Are all the Bellhops here as handsome as you? And as attractively dressed?" "Ah, Madam," he laughed, "the hotel staff is specially selected and attired for the pleasure of our guests. But -ah- I must admit, there was some competition among the staff to see who would service such an attractive lady as yourself!" "Oh was there?" I heard a rustle of silk, as if Margot were adjusting her robe - or loosening it! "And you won?" "It was, I may say, a very hard competition, Madam. Very hard." "So I see!" Margot's voice was full of mischief, and I wondered what kind of outfit the guy must be wearing... or was she thinking of me, hiding in this bag, frustrated, listening to all this? "Now let's see," Margot was saying, "how can I reward you?" "With your permission, Madam...." More rustling of silk. Kissing noises. A soft sigh, followed by a deep moan. I heard the bedclothes tossed about, the mattress squeaking, slowly and regularly at first, then faster, and finally a cry of complete satisfaction from Margot -- my girlfriend had been humped -- right in front of me! -- while I hid, bound up and horny in the same room! At last though, he was gone and Margot loosened the top of the laundry bag and moved the clothes from my face. "My!" she sighed. "They do give good service here!" "Margot!" I squirmed and fumed. "Get me out of this! Right now!" She raised an eyebrow, then, to my dismay, tightened the drawstring again -- just under my chin! "That's no way to ask for help, Darling," she smiled. "And I assume you do want my help getting out of those things... which, let me remind you, you put on yourself! Well, let's have breakfast first.. I'll feed you bits of toast and sips of coffee... and then we'll see about getting you out!" And that's just what she did. Only instead of sitting on a chair, she spilled me forward with my chin on the floor and sat on me, nude, with her bare feet right in front of my face! She placed a saucer of coffee on the floor and made me lap from it, and whenever she deigned to feed me, it was by putting bits of toast between her toes and making me get them out with my tongue! I protested at first, of course, but Margot began musing aloud, as if she didn't hear me: "You know," she said, "I could just leave you in that bag. I could gag you with a pair of my panties, and pull down the hem of that rubber nightie you were silly enough to get yourself into, and then seal it up so you'd never get out! Then I could fill up the bag with the rest of that kinky rubber attire, plus perhaps a few of my silks and satins, and just set it out to go to the laundry! Can you imagine the looks on the washerwomen's faces when the bag got delivered and they opened it and found you like that? All bound in rubber and gagged with panties? I understand they send the laundry out someplace simply miles out in the country, and the peasants there don't speak much English - can you imagine trying to explain to them how you put on a rubber nightie last night and ended up stuck in it this morning? "Or I know: After I gag you, I could put makeup on your face, and then hobble your legs to that ridiculous jock strap! Then, once you were helpless, I'd get you out of that rubber clothing... bind your arms and put nail polish on your fingers and toes, and maybe do up your hair in some ultra-feminine style... wouldn't that be sweet? "Then I'd fill the bag with all sorts of really exotic underwear, really frilly, lacey things! And I'd put tags on everything, showing it was the property of a gay sex club in the red light district - Ooo! And I'd bind you just loosely enough, with little bits of underwear, so that you could untie yourself... but not until you'd reached the laundry! So there you'd be, with that smooth body of yours, all feminine, surrounded by nothing but lingerie from a gay brothel! And you'd have to try and convince everyone there that you weren't a male prostitute! "But of course, while you were gone, I'd have taken your few remaining clothes and all your money and papers and checked out! So you'd have no place to go! Mmmmm, it makes me warm just thinking of what I might do, if you don't eat your breakfast like a good little boy...." Well, with that kind of incentive, you can well imagine that I did eat my breakfast.. from betwen Margot's toes... like a good little boy! As a reward, she released me from the laundry bag and let me crawl into the bathroom - still bound up in my rubber nightie - and watch while she showered, dressed, and put on makeup. And then, at last, she got a pair of scissors from her purse and cut away that awful garment that had held me a frustrated prisoner for so long. "I'll be downstairs at the tables." She smiled down at me as I struggled free of the thing. "Must make up for last night's losses, you know. Come look me up when you want lunch, Darling!" An hour later, I was down on the main floor. But I wasn't looking for Margot! Instead I was at the swanky hotel shoppe, buying new clothing! Shoes, socks, shirts, pants.... I shucked off my old male clothes - which I'd worn for almost three days now!- and dressed in a fashionable dark shirt and trousers, comfortable rubber-soled shoes... I wanted to put on the new cotton underwear I'd bought, but when I started, I discovered that I couldn't take off that confining rubber jock-strap! Should've cut it off upstairs and just come down without any underwear, I told myself... Oh well, I'd get it later. Dressed once again, I charged everything to our room, ordered it sent up, and set off... To learn a little something about the rubber lady from last night! Using my detective skills, it was a fairly easy matter to slip unobserved behind the scenes of this plush hotel. I simply followed the staff unobtrusively about, and whenever anyone went into any door, marked NO ADMITTANCE, I just waited a few moments, then slipped in. Thus I got a discreet, first-hand look at the dressing rooms for the night club acts (Where I had heard the rubber woman's story last night!) the security offices, the staff lounges, beauty parlors, the gambling headquarters, and everything else that goes with a pleasure palace like Si'in's. But I found no sign of anything that looked like quarters for keeping slaves, much less anything equipped to feminize males, such as Gardner Reginald had described to me! And of course, that's exactly what I was looking for; I had to know if his fantastic story of being forcibly feminized and held prisoner was true... or if it was just a fantastic hoax designed to.... To what? Well, I didn1t know that exactly, but with Nan Boros somewhere around and that trick with my luggage, I wasn't taking any chances. If necessary, I'd hop the next plane back to the stales just to be safe... And then I spotted a tall oriental woman, dressed in a nurse's uniform. She unlocked a heavy metal door, stepped through, and I heard her carefully locking it again from the inside. Hmmm.... With my experience, it was a simple matter to pick the lock and slip quietly...... Into another world! The first thing that met my eyes was darkness: startling and a bit scary after the well-lighted luxury elsewhere. After a while though, my eyes adjusted and I could see that I was in a winding corridor, like something out of an ancient palace, heavily carpeted and lined with nooks and crannies, some empty but most filled with statues. Every few yards, it seemed, another corridor ran off this one, and there were dozens of unmarked doors along the way. Perfect, I thought, plenty of places to hide in case I hear someone coming. Carefully I picked my way along the winding halls. Oh, the things I saw that day! First, it was fairly innocuous, if a little puzzling: A room set up with private viewing booths, like the ones in adult bookstores; a brightly-lighted beauty parlor, complete with tattooing apparatus, fully equipped, but strangely empty; a luxurious bath, with sunken marble tub, filled with some dark liquid; another staff lounge, this one a bit nicer... Suddenly I heard a sound behind me and instantly I slipped noiselessly into the shadows. It was the oriental nurse I'd seen earlier, carrying some sort of roster. She went through a door into yet another brightly- lighted room, and I heard her chatting with another woman. Then a few moments later, they both walked down the corridor past me, into the lounge, lighting cigarettes as they came. Good, I thought, that gives me ten minutes anyway. And I slipped into the sterile white room they'd just left. What a sight! The room was large, L-shaped, and equipped as a lab: shiny, stark-white walls, lined with shelves, filled with bottles and plastic IV bags; tall, heavy racks, made from strong stainless steel tubing, with huge caster wheels. My eyes widened. Hanging from at least a dozen of those racks were seven-foot long cocoons of heavy rubber, and inside about half of them, I could see humans! Fascinated I studied the slowly undulating forms. Each one had a rubber tube going into the mouth, fed from a rubber bag suspended above, and another tube exiting from the buttocks into yet another hanging bag. Could this be the room where Gardner Reginald was transformed? I studied one of the occupied bags for a moment and saw that it opened with a simple zipper; no locks or straps securing it on the outside. So how was it keeping anyone prisoner? I checked the door. Still no one coming. Carefully I lowered the zipper. And gasped at the sight inside! It was female. It had to be! The soft skin, narrow waist, long, shapely legs and round, thrusting breasts all spelled WOMAN; yet between those lovely legs, she was wearing a tight rubber Jock-strap (like mine, I refleccted) with a small but unmistakable masculine bulge! Besides the rubber Jock-strap, all the femmish creature wore was a black bathing cap and a series of wide black rubber straps, covering the eyes, confining the waist, holding-the arms at the sides, and legs together. The inside of the bag had been coated with some sort of heavy cream (to soften the skin, I later learned) and the feeding tube in the creature's mouth was equipped with a sophisticated air-lock, enabling the captive to breathe as long as he/she kept the tube in place... and swallowed whatever came down it! Suddenly the captive began squirming, making small mewing noises around the air tube! Fearing discovery, I quickly zippered the bag closed again, marveling at the ingenuity of the whole set-up. For this was undoubtedly the transformation center! The bags were cunningly designed to allow the attendants to wheel them about or work with them easily, yet the occupants of the bags, with their hands trapped at their sides, couldn't reach the top of the bag to unzip them! Moreover, they'd have to cooperate in their own transformation, by keeping the tubes in place or else risk suffocation! Like I said, it was ingenious. So Gardner Reginald, the rubber lady, hadn't been lying to me! I wondered vaguely how long he and the others had to stay in these cocoons... how much female hormone they were fed... how fast the changes came.., and how many of these kinky creatures were here voluntarily! Suddenly I heard the lab door! Startled, I nonetheless kept my wits about me and slipped noiselessly around the ell in the room, out of sight of whoever had entered. Then I peeked carefully around the corner. It was one of the nurses. Tall, blonde, and shapely but very muscular; probably has to be to handle the unwilling ones, I thought -- But what was she doing? She was going slowly down the racks of cocoons, checking each one to see that the tubes were in place and the feeding bags filled. As she went, she made careful notations on a roster, and after each cocoon, she returned to the desk and made notations on a computer. I quickly realized that in a matter of minutes she'd make her way around the corner to the racks on this end of the room... and discover me! I had to hide - but where? Then I saw the empty cocoon hanging beside me. There was nothing else for it. I waited until she was back at the computer, waited till I heard the keys clicking, then as quietly as possible I lowered the zipper.... Hmmm, I thought, that cream all over the inside of this thing won't do my new clothes any good! And she might even notice them through the latex sheath... So I waited until she returned to the keyboard once more and I silently began removing my clothes! Shoes, socks, pants shirt... I folded them all up and tucked them behind a dusty file box on one of the shelves, out of sight. I found a small utility knife and tucked it securely into my armpit before slipping the bathing cap over my head, and the rubber straps loosely about my body, just as the other body had them... One around the arms, just below the shoulders. Another around my waist and elbows; a third around my thighs, below the butt, and a forth just above the knees. I could tell this stuff was the heat-shrinking kind, just like my jock strap, but I figured with the knife concealed on me, I'd at least have a chance. So I put the blindfold on, keeping it just above one eye, hobbled back over to the sheath, waited a nervous eternity until the nurse completed another inspection and returned to her computer, and, with the sound of her typing to cover the noise (I hoped!) I got into the bag, zipped it closed from the inside, and put the feeding-breathing tube in my mouth! How long I waited there, holding my arms rigidly down at my sides, legs tightly together, I couldn't say. The inside of the cocoon was like a dark womb, warm and snug. There was no question of falling down, as the rubber straps tightened r about me. The cream was soft and comforting on my skin, and there were tiny ear phones built into the top of the thing, playing gentle music. Under the music, a calming voice seemed to whisper something, but I couldn't quite make it out. So I just relaxed and waited, listening as the muscular blonde Nurse drew nearer. "Ere, what's this?" Her voice was thickly-accented Australian. "I thought there was only two new ones for tonight. Lumme, that chink girl cawn't even count. And she 'asn't even 'ooked this one up proper, I seel Well, no rest for the wicked, I s'pose... 'Ere you go, Dearie!" And she inserted the cocoon's built-in nozzle into my rectum! Oooo! I jumped involuntarily and squealed into the breathing tube. The nurse merely made some adjustment to hold both nozzles in, then flipped a switch that sent warm fluid trickling into me! "Now for feetiin' time, Lovey," she chuckled. Another "click!" and something warm and pasty started oozing down the tube in my mouth! I quickly learned that it came in short spurts, and the only way to clear the tube for breathing was to swallow the stuff eagerly. So I stood there, or hung there rather, helpless to move as I was invaded from both ends! After a few minutes though, the lower tube quit pumping. Instead the nozzle seemed to open -- ever so slightly -- and I felt myself gently but thoroughly voiding my innards, completely helpless to stop until it had run its course! All the time this was happening, that pasty gunk kept coming down the feeding-breathing tube, and I kept swallowing it just to breathe, despite the medicine-taste of the stuff. Then I remembered that this was probably female hormone they were feeding me - Oh no! I should explain, dear reader, that many of my past cases have called for elaborate female disguises... disguises that employed the most powerful and sophisticated feminizing drugs on - or off - the market. And some of these transformations have gone on for much longer than I ever intended. So much so, that now I have to take regular doses of powerful male hormones just to keep looking like a man! But now here I was, being force-fed the female stuff once more. And powerless to stop it! I wondered just what kind I was taking, and what effect it would have, mixed with the residual amounts already inside me.... And then the nozzle in my butt activated again and I quit thinking and just squirmed helplessly! How long the cycles continued, I don't know. At last, though, I heard the nurse busying herself with something. Maybe this would be my chance to escape! But instead, I heard her lock several of the racks together... including mine... and felt her wheel us off some place! "Awright, Dearies," she chirped pleasantly. "Show tIme!" Where was she taking us? Reginald hadn't said anything about this! Or had he? I felt lost and bewildered. But not as lost and bewildered as I felt when we were pulled into a big gymnasium, our bags opened (with those shameful nozzles still protruding from our mouths and bottoms!) and we were dumped out, bound, blindfolded and oily, onto the floor! With the rubber bands around my arms, legs, chest, and thighs - and over my eyes! -- I couldn't see. I could only wriggle helplessly. Around us I heard raucous laughter and jeers in a dozen languages as we (how many of us were there?) squirmed helplessly about on the floor. Then I felt strong hands pulling me to my feet and heard nurse's voice: "Up you go, Ducksi. Must get our Exercise, ya knowl And if the Guests enjoy seeing it and 'elping out a bit, well, that's what they're payin' for, ain't it?" And so we sauntered about, hips swaying, chests bouncing, butts jiggling, among crowds of amused guests. Fingers tweaked my nipples, stroked the front of my rubber jock-strap, pinched my bottom, and flicked the shamefully protruding end of my nether-tube as I swished about blindly. They made teasing comments, mostly in languages I couldn't understand, until suddenly I heard a voice I could understand... and recognize: Margot! - "My, my," she giggled. "I do wish my fellow were here to see this! You look just his type, Sweetie!" I blushed ten shades of scarlet, realizing that Margot was seeing me this way, thankful that at least she couldn't recognize me, with my bathing cap, blindfold, and that rubber tube filling my mouth! Could she? Fearful of discovery, I stood there, quivering, as she cupped my chest in her hands. "Why, you can almost see them growing!" She giggled again. "You're going to be quite the young lady! Turn about now..." Timidly I pirouetted, minced about in my bonds, and posed at her order. How awful to be displaying myself in this shameful state before a woman I knew so intimately! At last, though, she said something about getting back to the tables while her luck was hot, and left. To be replaced by a new voice. And a familiar one... Nan Boros! "Well well." She flicked the end of the nozzle protruding from my rump, making me jump (no easy feat with my wins and legs hampered by those rubber straps!) and squeal into my mouth-tube. Then I heard her turn and speak to someone: "So this is what you do to the big losers, eh?" "At's right, Dearie!" nurse chirped. "Tho' not-all these Ladles is losers, ya know; Some of 'em pays us for this treatment. An' some of 'em, their wives and girlies pays for us to give it to 'em, lf ya know wha' l mean!" "I just believe I do!" Nan replied, as I tried to mince away in my rubber-strap bonds, "and I can think of one of your guests that I'd particularly like to see get the treatment!" Suddenly I felt a sharp stinging slap! on my jiggling ass. I spun about - and felt two more on my rapidly-growing tits! SLAP! SLAPP! More blows rained on my tender curves! And they were much more painful with my flesh oiled this way and distended by my rubber bonds! "Mmmm!" Nan grunted as a particularly smarting blow landed across the front of my jock-strap. "I wish we could use more interesting tools of punishment than these glorified fly-swatters!" SMACK! "Don't I know it, Dearie! But we do 'ave to 'ave 'em in good shape for when they bets put to work!" "Put to work?" Nan sounded put out. "But I thought you sold them as slaves!" "Oh, that's only if their wives an' girlfriends wants us to," Nurse explained. "Or if they don't work out -- if you know wha' I mean; we puts 'em to work at various little jobs 'ere In the 'otel, an' so long as they pleases the customers an' brings in money, we keeps 'em on. But if they don't take to it right away, well, that's wha' we got the auction block for! But I see it's time we put our little girls back in their pouchies!" It was with curiously mingled relief and dread that I felt myself led back to my hanging cocoon, zipped securely inside, and wheeled back to where I'd gotten myself into all this. Once there, my bag was re-filled with that soothing cream and I was given another bag of hormone to suck on while I waited, listening intently for any sign that the nurse might be leaving or changing shifts. And at long long last, I heard her walk to the door, heard the familiar "click" of a lighter, and the welcomed sound of her high heels receding down the Hall. AT LAST! Moving as quickly as dared, I began the difficult process of worming the tiny utility knife out of my armpit and down the length of my arm into my hand. My heat-shrink rubber bonds had tightened so much by now that it was difficult to get the movement going, and a couple of times I feared it might slip out from between my elbow and my side and I'd lose it! The thought of ending up trapped in this predicament sent shivers through me, but at last I managed to get the knife where I wanted it, slide the blade out, and cut myself free! And while I was at it, I cut off that damned jock-strap! But damn the luck! By the time I got my bonds off and started to get my clothes, nurse returned from her break! Scampering quickly and quietly, I grabbed my room card and jumped back in the cocoon, zipping it up again. So I had to stand there for who-knows-how-long, sucking that awful hormone, feeling my insides pumped in and out through my ass, and listening to that soothing music with the whispering underneath! Then, to my horror, I felt nurse link our movable racks together again, preparing to take us somewhere! I knew if my bag were opened now, nurse would see that I'd got out of my bonds (all I had on at this point was the blindfold and bathing cap which were non-shrink and could be easily slipped off!) and try to recapture me! I didn't much fancy my chances, nude and oily, against that muscular female, and I gripped my tiny knife tighter, hoping against hope that she wasn't taking us back to that gym! And to my enormous relief, she wasn't! Instead she wheeled us into a nearby room, turned our racks so we were all facing one direction, and then unzipped just our heads (my heart almost stopped when I heard that zipper go down!) and raised our blindfolds, so we could see in front of us. "Enjoy the show, Dearies!" she said. "Back to pick you up in a few hours!" In front of me the room was dark. I looked from side to side and saw only profiles of bathing-capped faces, staring numbly ahead. Then a screen in front of us suddenly flickered on and we were blazed in gaudy light! It was a movie. But I paid it no mind. Instead I unzipped my cocoon the rest of the way and hopped out! Shivering in the cold, I hugged my arms to me and looked about. On one side of the tiny theater was the door nurse had just left through. On the other side, another door, leading... where? I had to find out. But as I tiptoed over, I glanced up at the screen... There was a nude woman in bondage, tiptoeing on a treadmill while a doctor spanked her bare ass... then the scene changed to a woman frozen in various bondage poses: as a baby, a schoolgirl, a southern belle... Wait a minute! That was me! I froze in horror as I realized that these were all done at various times in my career when I had been the unwilling victim of various dominant women, who chose to record their cruelties on video! And now they were being played here! But how? I stared in sick fascination, at images of myself, big-breasted, bound, incredibly feminine and usually nude, parading around at the behest of lustful dominas. Suddenly I realized that these films were being shown as indoctrination for this bizarre school of future feminized slaves! I was being held up as an object-lesson to them! I burned with humiliation at the thought! And then I remembered that if I wanted to escape that same lesson again, I'd better hustle my naked and feminine fanny out of here! Quickly as I could, I made for the door and got out! It took an hour of skulking about in shadows, hiding in corners, laundry- chutes and trash cans, and scampering like mad, but at last I made it back up to our room unseen. Free at last! Or at least, I could put on the clothes I'd had sent up and get out of here! Only they weren't there! Desperately I tore through drawers and closets in the luxurious room; nothing there but Margot's petite outfits and the kinky latex attire Nan Boros had stuck me with! And worse yet, the locks on the safety box where we'd stowed our valuables had been changed! I couldn't get to my wallet, my plane tickets.... nothing! I was stuck naked in this room! And maybe even worse than naked... I looked down at my oily body, dismayed at the sight of my round, swelling breasts and ass. Just as I feared, that hormone they'd given me had sparked off the latent doses already in my body, causing a quick reaction. No telling now how feminine I might get.... or how fast! In seconds I was on the phone to room service, ordering new clothes to be delivered. But as soon as I gave the room number, the clerk on the other end sighed politely. "So sorry, Sir," the haughty, patient English Accent was maddening, "but it seems the Madame has had a bad run of the cards today, and we've had to - ah - secure your valuables and cut off credit until - um - arrangements have been made. Of course, if you'd care to come down and discuss it with our credit manager, I'm sure something may be arranged...." So that was it! While I'd been trying to investigate Gardner Reginald's case -- and getting tied up, tortured and transformed -- Margot had been going through her cash and credit like a gambling addict! I had to get down there and stop her. But how? I looked through the closets for something of hers I could wear. No use: It was all incredibly feminine and entirely too small for me! The idea of sashaying down there in a too-light, too-short minidress made me blush just thinking of it! But what else was there? I turned once again to the dwindling supply of rubber clothing. It wasn't very appealing: an assortment of rubber straps of various sizes, a pair of thigh-length latex boots with incredibly high heels, a rubber mini-skirt, and a high-collared, long-sleeved thing that looked like a strait-jacket, with strong cords at the ends of the closed sleeves and cut-outs for the breasts. The hem was V-shaped, with more cords to tie down at the crotch. And that was all I had. Not even a pair of panties! I glanced at the time. Five PM. Margot might be down at the tables for hours yet, and I realized I hadn't eaten since that humiliating breakfast. I couldn't just wait here like this. Bad as it seemed, I was going to have to put these things on, go down there and find her! It took an eternity to get into those clothes. The boots laced tightly up my legs, stiff, so I couldn't bend my knees, and the heels were so high they had me hobbling about on tiptoe! I squirmed into the rubber strait-jacket next, trying to ignore the shameful "plop-plop!" as my growing breasts popped through the cut-outs in front. I had to tie it down at the crotch to keep it from riding up, and while I was glad the V-shaped front covered my male genitals, I just hated how the cord running from the tip slid between my bottom-cheeks, tickling my sensitive anus! The long sleeves hampered my hands a bit, and the cords dangling from the closed ends kept getting in my way, but I somehow managed to slide into the tight rubber miniskirt and get one of the wide rubber straps over my bosom, to hide my shamelessly-jutting tithes. Well, I thought, guess this is as good as it gets. And I steeled my nerves to go downstairs and find Margot. "Clintoni- My Gawd, is that you?" The walk across the hotel lobby to the gambling room had been a blushing nightmare of embarrassment. Every step I took in those hampering high- heeled boots made my bottom swish seductively from side to side, and set my rubber-bound breasts jiggling! And worse yet, my too-tight mini-skirt kept riding up, so I had to constantly tug it down - no easy task with my hands in those slippery closed sleeves! Everywhere I walked, people stared in wonder (and amusement!) at the sexy picture as I made my way to Margot at the roulette wheel. "Red! I win!" Margot looked away from me just long enough to pull in a modest pile of chips, then turned back, grinning widely, "What on Earth have you put on now? And what have you done to your face? My Heavens, you look positively girlish!" "I can't explain now," I said softly, wondering at how high-pitched my voice suddenly sounded. "We've got to get out of here!" "NOW?" She pouted. "But my luck's just started turning! And what did you do to yourself?" "Please, Margot," I whined, "we've got to go! Now!" "Well, I am a bit peckish," she sighed, "and it seems I've won enough for dinner. What say we have a bite and you tell me all about it?" I protested, pleaded, all to no avail. And anyway, I told myself, I was hungry. I wanted to return to our room and order something, but Margot said that would take her away from the tables too long, so, much as I hated it, I had to follow her into one of Si'in's luxurious restaurants and have dinner! It was terribly awkward, trying to grip the knife and fork with my hampered hands, but I was too famished to care, and I positively wolfed down the meal as I explained a little bit of what I'd been through... omitting the most embarrassing bits! "And not only that," I finished, "Nan Boros is here! And I think she may know what's -uh- happened to me! We're in danger every second we stay here!" "That may be," Margot replied, "and just now I am far enough ahead for us to check out and fly home. Oh, but Clinton, my lucks just started to change! I can feel I'm on a roll! If you'd only give me a few more hours, I know I could win enough to get us out of here in style!" "But we may not have a few hours," I insisted, "there's no telling what Nan Boros is planning, or how much she knows already. We just can't chance it!" "But this is almost a sure thing," Margot protested, "I've enough now to go to the Baccarat table, and I know enough about the dealer there that I can almost guarantee I'll win big! How about this: I'll give you enough to get some clothing, and then you can just wait for me, safe in the room or anywhere you'd like. How about it?" "No way," I said, "Margot, I'm putting my foot down." I shifted uncomfortably, aware of how enticingly-shod that foot was! "You either check out with me now, or I'm calling your banker back in London and have him stop your allowance!" That got to her. She lowered her eyes and chewed her lip thoughtfully a moment. "Oh very well," she said at last. "You are the boss, I guess, and I must admit, I have acted rather badly. Just let me slip off to the loo a moment, and we'll go." Alone at the table, I waited, nervous and tired, with my hands crossed in my lap to hide them from the curious onlookers. I heard a movement behind me as the waitress came to clear the dishes. Only it wasn't the waitress -- it was Margot! And she had gripped the cords at the ends of my sleeves and twisted them around my waist!