An Unexpected Switch Pt. 01

A twinge of nervousness was rising up in Alex. How was she going to hide how turned on she was getting? There was no doubt in her mind that her cheeks were extremely red and flushed right now. And soon she would be putting on a dress that ended well above her knees. She didn't have long before her underwear would be completely soaked with her pussy juices. Would Sam be able to smell her escalating arousal?

Alex was pulled out of her thoughts by the sight of something strange. For one, Sam had a bottle of what looked like lube in her hand. And as Sam was stepping into the catsuit she caught a glimpse of not one, but two red phallic objects protruding from the interior of the suit. They were attached right where Sam's crotch would be. Their shiny red glare contrasted heavily with the black shade of the suit. Alex couldn't help but comment on what she was seeing.

"Are those..."

"Those are exactly what you think they are and we're not talking about it," Sam matter-of-factly stated.

Alex was shocked. The fetishy nature of what they were doing was now really dawning on her. Sam would soon be dressed in a skin-tight bodysuit. Her pussy and ass would be stuffed with small dildos, for lack of a better term. And to top things off Alex was going to assist her with all of this. As Alex was yet again lost in thought, Sam finished putting on the suit with a definitive tug on each sleeve. She then turned around so her back was facing Alex and picked up something on the bed.

"Zip me up now. And the zipper will need to be locked in place with this."

Sam held a small padlock over her shoulder for Alex, who promptly grabbed it. A locking zipper? What kind of other innovations would she have to find out about from these deviants they were investigating. And on top of that she noticed this was no ordinary padlock.

"There isn't a keyhole on this lock," Alex said in a puzzled tone.

"It can only be unlocked digitally," Sam stated. "I have the remote for them on the bed, but I also brought some small bolt cutters if you need to get me out in a pinch."

With that, Alex pulled the zipper from the top of Sam's ass all the way to the suit's collar. The collar of the suit was high like a turtle neck, not that Alex had never heard of such a tight-fitting turtleneck. And sure enough, right next to the end of the zipper there was a small ring to link up with the padlock. It locked with a resounding click that was much louder than either of the two women would have expected. Once the padlock was in place Alex pondered material this suit might be made out of. Latex came to mind, but it was so thin and seamless. And she could also see that it was much more transparent than she initially thought. Now that it was tightly stretched against Sam's pale skin it had gone from jet black to more of a dark gray. She could even see the freckles on Sam's body through the material.

"What comes next?" Alex asked.

"Well, had you ever heard of ballet boots before today? Because I sure hadn't."

Alex had heard of ballet slippers, sure. But ballet boots? She almost giggled as an image of a ballerina spinning around wearing oversized rain boots popped up in her mind.

Sam walked around the bed and was soon holding up a pair of jet black boots, only Alex may not have recognized these things as boots if not for Sam's question a few seconds prior. To begin with, they were rather long, to where Alex imagined the tops of them would go halfway up Sam's calves. And she was quite certain she had never seen footwear that required so much lacing. The laces required for these things must have been ten feet long! But there was also something ominous about the boots that Alex quickly noticed.

These boots, but Alex now was thinking only a sadistic weirdo could ever refer to these things as boots, would force Sam's feet into a highly uncomfortable position. Her feet would be bent almost all the way forward. If she went through with putting these things on she would need to balance on her tiptoes and the heels of the shoes. Now Alex understood the ballet reference. Sam wouldn't be able to walk far without falling over in these things unless she had exquisite balance. Highly nonfunctional for walking. But maybe that was the whole point for these sick women they were hoping to arrest.

Sam pulled a chair from the hotel room's desk over to the bed and sat down. She slid a foot into each boot.

"I'll get to tightening the laces on one of them and you can help with the other," Sam stated.

Alex got on her knees in front of her friend that was now almost completely encased in fetish attire. As she began the process of tightening the boots she immediately became thankful that the laces had already been pulled through the small D-rings leading up the sides of the boots. All she had to do was tug at the crossings. They probably wouldn't have had time for lacing up these evil objects from scratch. The two women worked in silence until Alex made it to the top of the boot.

"Do you have to make them so tight?" Sam complained.

Alex considered apologizing but she remembered that this was an undercover mission. Sometimes that meant discomfort.

"Do you think the women we're trying to rescue are allowed to ask for loose laces? We have to avoid anything that might give you away. Remember the last of the Three Don'ts."

Immediately Sam could hear Paula's voice in her head. The Three Don'ts were Paula's rules for success when working undercover.

Don't go too deep. Don't be unsafe. Don't break character.

There was no doubt the rules sounded silly or self-explanatory, but Paula's advice was not to be taken lightly. She had years of experience working undercover that Sam and Alex didn't. And she was in the type of leadership position that both women aspired to have someday.

"You're right. Tight laces it is," Sam replied without any further protest.

Alex made the finishing touches on the laces of both boots, pulling them necessarily tight. And then she noticed that each boot had a stray strap at the top that could be padlocked over the laces. Of course. Weird slavers sure do love padlocks. After retrieving a couple of locks from the bed Alex clicked them into place. She was certain she would start wincing if she had to hear any more of those surprisingly loud clicks.

"Well, make sure you'll be able to walk to the car they're sending for us," Alex said.

"Not a bad idea," Sam replied.

And with that Sam got up and did a lap back and forth between the bed and the bathroom. As Alex saw her fetish-clad friend up and walking she was immediately struck by a strange feeling. Was she actually enjoying the sight of Sam walking in those sick pieces of footwear? First, she couldn't help noticing how perky Sam's already exquisite ass looked as she was standing on her tiptoes. Second, Alex would have had trouble describing it if prompted, but her friend's stride could only be described highly as vulnerable and feminine. It filled Alex with a whole new wave of lust for her friend. And seeing the lithe redhead's body in a skin-tight translucent material wasn't hurting either. She tried her best to only glance once at the nipple piercings that were visible under the second skin Sam was now wearing.

Another thing that Alex was forced to notice was how strikingly high Sam stood now. She must have been close to six and a half feet in those heels. There was no doubt that all eyes would be on them when they walked into this party. Sam already stood out in mixed gender crowds because of her height and her curly red hair, but in a party of only women they would have zero hope of keeping a low profile. Alex knew from previous experiences they could use that to their advantage, but it would require the utmost confidence.

"They absolutely suck to walk in. But I don't feel them cutting off any circulation. I can make it to the car," Sam piped up once she was back near the bed. She took a seat at the chair she had previously been sitting in.

Alex then changed her gaze to the bed. There were now two or three final pieces of the outfit, or at least that's how it looked to her. There was a large, V-shaped leathery looking piece of fabric with a zipper and several buckles. Then there was a smaller, rounder item that seemed to be made of the same material, Alex guessed it might be a piece of headwear. And finally there was an object that looked like it might be a small belt, or at least it had a buckle. Alex guessed it was a collar, only she had never seen a collar that had been pulled through an ominous looking little black box. It was roughly the size of the USB power adapter she plugged her phone into every night.

"What comes next?" Alex inquired. Sam picked up the large V-shaped item that Alex had been eyeing a second ago.

"My arms go in this. My contact called it an armbinder."

Sam gently tossed the object into Alex's arms. The various buckles on it jingled as she let it land in her arms. Sam then got up for a moment so she could reverse-sit in the chair. Her chest leaned against the backrest and she had to spread her legs in a lewd manner to scoot forward. When she settled down she let out a sigh that would have turned into a moan if she hadn't caught herself. She hated to admit it, but she was feeling a little aroused from the feeling of the phallic intruders shifting around in her most intimate places. Actually, "a little" might have been an understatement.

Over the course of the past week, Sam had been trying her best to ignore her newly pierced pussy and all the involuntary lightning bolts of arousal it had been providing her. She could feel why some women might find these things appealing, but she had every intention of removing the barbell nestled in her clit hood once this assignment was over. Walking around constantly wet with arousal made it tough to focus on work, and to make matters worse all of her efforts related to the investigation this past week left her without any desire to give her pussy the orgasm it had been craving. She hadn't pleasured herself once since getting the piercings. It sufficed to say she came into this hotel room with a whole week's worth of pent up arousal between her legs. But she was determined to not let any of that become known to Alex. She placed her palms together behind her back and stretched out her arms.

"Go ahead and slide it up. Then get the zipper and the buckles."

Alex kept waiting for Sam's confidence to waiver, but she had to admit she was impressed with the determination her friend was showing. As Sam felt the armbinder sliding up her arms she realized once this item was affixed to her she would officially be in bondage and at someone else's mercy. Ballet boots were one thing, but having the freedom of her hands firmly taken away was adding a whole new layer of vulnerability here. Her breathing quickened. Doubt finally crept into her mind about this whole operation.

"I didn't know you were so flexible," Alex bemused. "I'm pretty sure I could never get my elbows to touch like that." Sam tried to let out a chuckle.

Not two minutes later, Sam's arms were firmly fused behind her back and the various buckles of the armbinder were locked in place. She tried moving her arms and again felt a wave of nervousness creep into her mind. The material stretched and creaked a little but offered zero room to wiggle out of it. There was no chance she would be able to get her arms free on her own. At least during the zip-tie incident Alex and Paula had freed her before she regained consciousness. This situation was different. Now she was fully cognizant of her bondage and being reminded of it with each passing second.

"Does that feel sustainable?" Alex asked, trying to keep her facial expression in check. Her excitement about this situation was growing at an uncomfortable rate. In the recesses of her mind reserved only for immoral thoughts she was starting to see the appeal of all this fetish gear.

"Same as with the boots. It's uncomfortable but I don't feel my arms going numb or anything like that."

"Good. And that just leaves..."

"Ugh, the worst part," Sam moaned as she pondered her feelings. If the armbinder caused nervousness to creep into her psyche, then the final parts of the outfit would no doubt make her start feeling afraid for her safety. She was beginning to think it might have been a good idea to take up Alex's offer to call this off.

Alex picked up the smaller item that she previously thought was a piece of headwear. She studied it with deep intrigue. With each kinky item she had helped Sam into she was becoming less revolted and more fascinated. It was a black hood, made from the same leathery material as the armbinder. It had a wide hole in the front of it, presumably for Sam's eyes and nose. If either of the women were more familiar with the world of kink they would have recognized it as a Gwendoline hood. Sam's mouth would be fully covered.

"It doesn't look too bad to me," Alex said.

"Look at the inside and you'll know what I mean."

Alex followed her suggestion and immediately saw what her friend meant. There was a mouthpiece on the inside. Phallic in shape and made of black rubber. It also had a small opening in the middle.

"Well I guess it's no surprise that they keep their victims gagged," Alex stated.

"And," Sam began. "What do you think the hole through the middle is for?"

"Maybe a valve?" Alex pondered. "So they can let their slaves drink without having ot ungag them every time?"

If not for being covered by the stretchy material of the catsuit, the hairs on the back of Sam's neck would have stood up when she heard Alex refer to the trafficking victims as slaves so casually. Alex also had an excited look on her face that had no place in a situation like this. Was Alex enjoying the task of adorning her with these sick objects? Sam just stared at her, trying not to let on that her confidence in this situation was shrinking. As nervous as she was, she had a perfect record when it came to not backing out of undercover work.

"I guess that's right," she said. "Do you think we could cut out the gag? It's not going to be in view like the ballet boots." But Alex wasted no time in replying.

"Definitely not," she succinctly stated. "They're experts on keeping women in restraints. We can't take the risk of anyone noticing you aren't appropriately gagged."

Sam was worried she would start shaking from the sight of Alex's excitement. Appropriately gagged. There was no question about it now. Something had shifted in Alex over the past few minutes and she was now enjoying this situation. But at the same time Sam didn't feel comfortable confronting Alex about her change in demeanor. It was tough feeling confident enough to oppose someone with a bunch of kinky bondage gear locked on her. Just stick to the mission.

"Okay, gag it is," she quietly said.

As Alex continued to study the hood a frown came across her face.

"We have a problem though," Alex said. "It looks like there are earphones on the inside of this thing."

It was only a problem to Alex in that she would have to give the rest of the team a heads up. Sam wouldn't be wearing her usual earpiece for communication. Alex walked over to the duffle bag she had arrived with. Within a few seconds she had put in her ear piece and was talking into the microphone of her bracelet. All while her imagination was helping her ponder why an unwilling slave girl might need earphones inside of her hood.

"Paula, this is Alex. Are you on yet? Over." Paula wasted no time replying, much to Alex's relief.

"Yes Alex, we're in the van and on our way to the party. Over."

"We have a slight problem. Sam won't be able to wear an earpiece for this. I'll be your only point of contact. Over."

"Acknowledged. Over."

With a confident stride, Alex wasted no time walking back over to Sam with the fetish hood in hand. She held it up to her nervous friend's head.

"Hmmm, I don't think all of your hair will fit inside this thing," she said. But then her expression changed. "Oh, but you said they were expecting a slave girl with red hair. Let's set you up with a high ponytail. I think I could pull it through the top."

Slave girl. Those words echoed in Sam's mind. And the fact that Alex sounded like a tailor happily setting up a client with new clothes was doing nothing to calm her nerves. She sat in silence while Alex fiddled with her hair, trying her best not to shift in her seat and let the invaders in her ass and pussy make themselves known again. Once she felt her hair being pulled through the top of the hood she realized her final chance at speaking coherently and backing out of this was upon her. She spoke up and was quickly interrupted by Alex.

"Wait, I don't think..."

"We can't wait, Samantha. We're running low on time and I still need to get dressed and do my makeup."

Sam couldn't remember the last time Alex had addressed her as Samatha rather than Sam. Her nervousness was now turning into fear. She twisted her head away from the hood being pulled over her head and started to stand up. But Alex immediately pushed her back down. When her butt hit the seat she let out a squeal from the dildos pushing deeper into her most intimate holes.

"Alex, please stop," she fearfully piped up. Her own voice was sounding distant to her.

But Alex continued to try pulling the hood over her friend's head. It was too late now. Her protests were no match for Alex's new found fascination with adorning her beautiful friend with fetish gear. There was a new found darkness that had risen up in Alex and she figured now was an acceptable time to stop trying to hide it. Sam was firmly at her mercy with no hope of putting up a fight.

"Alex!" Sam screamed. Her eyes went wide as Alex once again firmly pressed on her shoulder to keep her seated. Alex painfully yanked her hair upwards and for a moment she was blind, but then the hood slid into place and Sam's panicked eyes were in clear view. But she held her mouth clamped shut, determined not to let the phallic piece of rubber invade her mouth.

For a moment Alex questioned her decision to keep pushing on with this task despite Sam's reluctance. But she quickly suppressed any doubts. All those months of fantasizing about having Sam at her mercy had now come to life and she didn't like the prospect of letting anything get in her way. She went back to concentrating on the hood. There was a bulge at Sam's mouth where the hood was obviously supposed to be tightly pressed against her skin. Sam wasn't accepting the gag past her lips, so Alex put a hand against the lower part of her now covered face and started pushing. Sam started jerking, her arms strained inside their tight monoglove. Her eyes remained wide with concern and her heart rate was spiking.

"Mmmmmmph!" She tried to scream from behind her tightly clenched jaw. She thought of Alex as one of her most trusted friends. Who was this imposter that was intent on betraying her trust?

Alex kept pressing on the gag, remaining eerily calm. She tried to get Sam to settle down, feigning ignorance to her friend's plight and making her voice sound as innocent as possible.

"Hmmm, kind of strange that it's not sliding in. It didn't look that big."

Sam desperately wanted to try telling her that she wanted to call off this whole situation. In a naive moment of weakness she opened her mouth to scream at Alex. But Alex had been waiting for such a moment. She deftly pushed the gag into Sam's mouth with a gentle slap. It slipped past the redhead's teeth with a resounding plop.

Sam kept fighting at it for a few moments before producing a muffled sobbing noise. Then her body fell limp. She let out a moan of despair, uncertain of what lied in her immediate future and never having felt so betrayed by a friend. But the moan was music to Alex's ears. Seeing Sam in such a vulnerable state was washing away a year's worth of intense envy. Now all that was left in her psyche was unbridled lust for her beautiful friend and a burning desire to reclaim her competence as an undercover agent. Now there would be no need to worry about Sam putting on a subpar act when they were at the party, her unhappiness about her bondage would be completely real.