Contiguity Ch. 03

Without waiting for a response, Denise turned and started marching towards the front door. On instinct, Noah quickly followed behind her, but as soon as Denise made it to within a few feet of the door, her body collided with an invisible field. No part of Denise's body, not her hair or her clothes, not so much as a bead of sweat, made it past the field which emitted the faintest humming sound whenever it blocked Denise from escaping.

Meanwhile, the realisation that his partner was being held against her will stirred Noah into action. After tensing his own body, he charged into the field with his right shoulder, but was stunned by the way his body simply passed through it and resulted in him charging into the wall of the property. Whatever the field was, it was clear that it didn't apply to him. Slowly, Noah sucked down a deep breath as he allowed his right hand to slip onto the door handle, before he turned to look Sydnee right in the eye. "Whatever you are...whatever this is...you're fucking crazy... Do you honestly think I'm going to just walk out this door and leave Denise alone with you? No...no fucking way... Mark my words, we're going to get out of here, but we're going to do it together..."

Despite the intensity of Noah's words, Sydnee responded by allowing her palms to clap together as she offered a mischievous giggle. "I have to tell you, Noah... I'm so happy that you're going to be staying with us! I've got so much planned for us over the next few days, I just hope that Heather's going to understand when you don't make it back home for a while... But, by all means, if you feel that you need to get back home to your wife, all you have to do is step outside... Just make sure that you give yourself the chance to say goodbye to Denise..." Carefully, Sydnee stepped forward until her heel dug into the hard floor below, while she looked into Noah's blue eyes. "What you need to come to terms with is that I chose Madison, and she belongs to me now... Just like I've chosen Denise...the final piece of a puzzle that's taken me so long to solve...and you better believe that she belongs to me forever..."

Just as Denise stepped forward with the aim of protesting to what she just heard, the bands around her wrist and neck suddenly pulsed which caused the brunette detective to stop, abruptly. Barely any time was available for Denise to concentrate on just how spiked her arousal felt in that instant, as her entire outfit was changed in the blink of an eye.

Gone was her long-sleeved black shirt, replaced by a simple white shirt that was at least one size too small for her upper body. The garment had short sleeves, but as Denise looked down, she saw that only one button was fastened near the middle of her chest. From her vantage point, Denise instantly recognised that her black lace bra was missing, replaced by a tight gold one that seemed like its only purpose was to help lift Denise's enhanced breasts into the most salacious cleavage. As a soft gasp escaped past her plump lips, Denise recognised that the shirt was so tight that the sole button was struggling to remain fastened, with her flat stomach completely on display as the bottom of the shirt had no choice but to hang open. Meanwhile, the red tartan skirt which had replaced Denise's denim shorts was so racy that the detective's upper thighs looked sensational. The skirt could only have been around six inches in length, with the waistband fitting Denise's petite frame perfectly. As Denise looked down towards her feet, she saw that her outfit had been completed by an exquisite pair of black heels.

As she felt the pulsing from the bands making its way towards her groin, even the detective couldn't believe just how impactful it felt as the pleasure was almost enough for her thighs to tremble. After she waited a few moments for the pulsing to subside, Denise looked into Sydnee's eyes and husked. "What did you... Where are my clothes? What did you do with my..." While she struggled to find the words, Denise allowed both of her hands to run across her new outfit and the garments felt incredibly real, despite them, seemingly, having been conjured out of thin air. Once Denise ran her right palm across her chest, she realised that even the slightest disturbance of the material was enough for Noah to be offered a glimpse of the gold satin bra that lay beneath.

For his part, Noah was completely awestruck as he struggled to understand what either he or Denise could do in the face of a being so powerful. Having witnessed Sydnee float through the air, then listened to her boast about claiming Madison's body, Noah's jaw hung wide as he couldn't help but appreciate how good Denise looked. With her long, dark hair pulled up into a messy ponytail, allowing strands of her hair to drop down and frame her pretty face so beautifully, Noah started to wonder why Sydnee had chosen the tightest little schoolgirl outfit for his partner in the first place.

When he felt his gaze dropping to focus on the briefest sighting of the gold bra beneath Denise's shirt, Noah forced himself to look Sydnee in the eye as he spoke. "This isn't a game... You're clearly capable of things that we never knew to be possible, but you can't just take her clothes like that... You can't just lock Denise up in here and dress her up whichever way you like! She's not your doll to play with... I'm asking you to take those things off her wrists and neck, give Denise back her clothes...and let her go..."

Carefully, Sydnee allowed both of her hands to reach behind her back until her fingers connected, allowing her chest to be thrust out to the point where it demanded both of their attention. After holding her wicked posture for a moment, Sydnee giggled and responded. "Doesn't she look incredible? Look at her body, Noah... Once you do, you'll begin to understand why I've chosen your partner... Why I need her so fucking badly... That amazing body of hers is built for sex...and that's exactly what she's going to give me..."

Suddenly, with no change to her posture, Sydnee ascended back up into the air as she floated back towards her original point at the top of the twisting staircase. With the additional few feet of distance between them, Sydnee raised her voice just enough. "What you two are going to realise is that sex is the key to this entire place you've discovered... But while you two only just walked through that front door minutes ago, I've been trapped here...powerless to escape, for longer than you could comprehend..."

Slowly, Sydnee raised her right hand and pointed it towards Denise, before she allowed her index finger to curl towards her. Immediately, Noah was flabbergasted by the sight of Denise being lifted up into the air, before her petite frame was pulled across to join Sydnee at the top of the staircase. All Denise could do was offer a soft groan as the closer she felt herself being pulled towards her captor, the more intensely her hard button throbbed as it sat above her soaked entrance.

When both of the detective's heels touched down and she found herself standing directly in front of Sydnee, Denise couldn't understand why it was so difficult to clear her head. As she started to gulp down one deep breath after another, both of Denise's nipples were as hard as they'd been in so long as she found herself staring into the stunning grey eyes that Sydnee stole when she possessed Madison's defenceless body. There had never been a time in her young life where Denise had questioned her sexuality, with her only engaging in a kiss with other women if she was sufficiently inebriated on a night out. But as she stared into Sydnee's eyes, then felt her gaze lowering to study the mysterious being's incredible cleavage, Denise tried to convince herself that the bands around her wrists and neck were playing the most perverse trick on her.

While Denise struggled to understand the way her body was reacting, Sydnee looked into her hazel eyes as she spoke loud enough for all to hear. "No, Denise...it's not a trick... Everything you're feeling is as real as it gets... Those bands allow me to see inside your mind... It's only been a few minutes, but I can see all of those little secrets, all of those wicked fantasies you've been having... Oh, I can see them all, you're absolutely fucking perfect... We're going to have the best time together... You're such a bad girl, now I know how lucky I am that you chose to walk through that door... Take your time, look at every inch of my body and you'll realise the truth... Those bands only work if you're attracted to me... They just turn those feelings up, higher and higher, until you're ready to do anything to satisfy their demands..."

From his position below, Noah looked up at the pair as Denise's tartan skirt was so short that he couldn't help but see a matching gold G-string disappear between his partner's glorious bare cheeks.

As Noah stood there, struggling to find the words to say to meet the moment, Denise tried to process what Sydnee had just shared with her. While it sounded impossible, outlandish, the small demonstrations of Sydnee's power to that point left the detective in no doubt that Sydnee was being truthful. It was then, with the horrifying concept of Sydnee being able to see inside her mind eating away at her, Denise's lips parted to speak. "None of this is fair... How am I supposed to... You're not what I want... How do you expect me to just stand here and..."

However, Sydnee cut the gorgeous detective off by reaching down and taking her right hand into hers. Slowly, the mysterious Sydnee raised Denise's hand until it was positioned directly against Sydnee's breast over her elegant black dress. What followed was Sydnee repositioning Denise's other hand until it had taken a firm grip of her tight cheek. While Noah stared up at the scene, he watched as Denise couldn't find it within herself to pull her hands away. Then, with the two staring into each other's eyes, Sydnee's right hand reached up and slipped itself inside Denise's tight shirt, with her palm resting upon the detective's enhanced breast over her tight gold bra.

All it took was for Sydnee to allow herself one long grope of Denise's breast before the detective let out a long, searching moan. When Sydnee allowed her lips to creep closer to the detective's, the mysterious witch spoke up. "In just two short days from now, on Wednesday night, I'll perform a ceremony that I've spent every single day I've been caged inside this prison thinking about... A ceremony that will result in your beautiful face and flawless body becoming my property until the end of time... My only way out of here is to release enough sexual energy for the roof of this prison to come crumbling down... That's why you're chosen, Denise... You and I are going to produce the wildest, kinkiest sex, night after night, with you satisfying my every whim... I'm going to drag you into a world of pleasure, because those bands have shown me the truth... You fucking want me, and you're going to serve me by worshipping this body until you set me free... When you do, we'll be together forever..."

Slowly, Sydnee's lips crept closer towards Denise's before they halted their advance. After offering a soft tilt of her eyebrow towards her new prisoner, Sydnee carefully stepped back and withdrew her hand from inside the detective's tight shirt. With a glint in her eye, Sydnee looked down towards Noah as she spoke. "Make yourself comfortable, feel free to look around. I hope you like what I've done with the place... There's plenty of food in the fridge... I'll see you both in a few hours, but for now? You two have got a lot to talk about..."

The emotions coursing through Noah's body were almost overwhelming, but the heat from the way Denise was compelled to take hold of Sydnee's stunning new body wasn't lost on him. When Sydnee flashed a wicked smile in his direction and departed by ascending through the ceiling, like it wasn't even there, Noah recognised just how aroused he'd gotten as he felt the swelling underneath his blue jeans. As he looked up, he waited until Denise was able to shake the cobwebs and look him in the eye. When the two of them remained silent, Noah realised just how difficult their predicament was going to be to escape from.

The next two hours saw the detectives devote some time to attempting to prise the bands away from Denise's body, but never came close to removing them. Once they begrudgingly accepted that they were out of options, the two took some time to explore the bottom floor of the property.

True to Sydnee's word, the kitchen boasted a well-stocked fridge that was filled with freshly prepared meals to cater to any taste or diet, including bowls of salad, pasta and cooked chicken breasts. Noah didn't feel comfortable ingesting any of the food once he saw what was available, but couldn't stop himself from guzzling over half a bottle of water that was one of many chilling on the bottom shelf. Once Denise realised that Noah was showing no ill effects from the cold drink, she settled some of her nerves by doing the same.

When the detectives explored the bottom floor of the property, they discovered a consistency as to how the interior was furnished and decorated. All of the appliances in the kitchen were modern, but completely superfluous as the fridge was stocked in the same way that Denise's outfit suddenly appeared out of thin air. Even the bookcases in the living room were filled with titles that Denise recognised, which was true of every single book that was displayed. There was even a luxury-sized bathroom on the ground floor, which had an enormous walk-in shower and a large bathtub ready to be used. However, neither felt comfortable investigating upstairs at that point, considering that was the direction which Sydnee headed towards.

A few hours later, it was just after 9:30 p.m. on that Monday evening when both Denise and Noah were stood together in the middle of the spacious living room. With the two facing each other, Denise allowed her head to tilt downwards as she appraised the sight of her scandalous attire. In a moment of immense frustration, Denise attempted to grab the front of her shirt around where the solitary button was fighting valiantly to contain her chest, but as soon as she did so, her hand simply passed straight through the material and landed on her smooth skin.

Hesitantly, Denise called out to her partner. "Noah...did you see that? My hand...it just went straight through my shirt..." After she paused to allow him to concentrate upon her, Denise attempted the gesture again and produced the same result, with her hand gently slapping against the gold bra beneath the white garment. Quickly, she looked up and continued. "All I did was...I just got angry and wanted to rip this shirt off...but my hand just goes through the material..."

Noah quickly closed the distance as he found himself standing directly in front of his beautiful partner. There was an awkwardness to the exchange as Noah found himself staring at Denise's chest, which was threatening to burst out at any moment and flash her racy gold bra right at him. After taking a deep breath, Noah spoke. "I saw you playing with the material while we explored, you were able to try and tug it down and run your hand across it. Were you thinking of anything at the time when you did that? Is this the first time you've tried to take it off? It's got to be one of her sick rules... She picked the outfit, so she won't let you take it off... Try and adjust the shirt slightly, and see what happens..."

After a shrug of her shoulders, Denise did exactly that and gently tried to manoeuvre the shirt to better cover her chest. To her surprise, she felt the white fabric in her fingertips once again as she was free to make some minor adjustments, which did nothing to dampen the outfit's appeal.

Having viewed the result of their experiment, Noah continued. "Ok, now try and do what you did a moment ago... Whatever you were thinking, whatever you intended when you wanted to take it off..."

His request sounded like it was coming to her from another universe, one where they were finally together and she could revel in his request to take her clothes off for him. But in the universe which they currently shared, Denise's cheeks blushed as she knew just how upset Heather would be if she took her shirt off for her husband. Nonetheless, Denise did as Noah suggested and moved her right hand with the intention of taking the slutty garment off. However, the same result was observed as her hand simply passed through the material and landed back on her considerable chest.

Sensing that Sydnee's message had been delivered loud and clear, Denise stamped her right foot into the hardwood floor below, with her heel digging in as deeply as she could. Once she caught Noah's eye, she exclaimed. "That fucking bitch! She wants to parade me around like I'm some kind of stripper... She even changed my bra..." Slowly, both of Denise's arms dropped to her sides as she looked into her partner's eyes. "Noah, how are we going to get out of here? You've seen what she can do, you've heard what she plans to do with me... Whoever she is...wherever she's really from...she's fucking insane... How can she stand there and just tell us that she wants to keep me?"

Just saying the words aloud for the first time was enough for Denise to feel her nipples beginning to harden under her skimpy gold bra. For as wicked and evil as Sydnee surely was, Denise knew that she'd been very candid with what her intentions were for her. A period of being used as a sex slave, lasting a hundred lifetimes if not a thousand. An eternity of being trapped alone with the irrefutable force that Sydnee truly was, forced to service her every whim at a moment's notice. When those thoughts only resulted in a rush of pleasure being sent between Denise's luscious thighs, the gorgeous detective stifled the groan that was desperately trying to escape from her lips.

Carefully, Noah reached out and placed his right hand on his partner's left shoulder while he looked into her hazel eyes. "Well, I meant it when I stood there and said it to her face. We're both getting out of here and we're going to do it together... All of this? Everything around us? I don't know how she's able to create it, but it's not our world... I don't care how powerful she seems to be, there's no force in this universe that's perfect... She'll be more like us than she realises... She'll make mistakes, I promise you she will... All we need is to try and keep our heads and capitalise on whatever small mistake she makes, then we'll get into your car and drive back home as quickly as we can..."

When she felt his touch, Denise allowed her body to remain still as the last thing she wanted was for him to pull his hand away. After she exhaled, Denise looked down at the bands around her wrists and responded. "I know...we need to keep calm, but these things are doing something to me... When she lifted me up and brought me closer to her, it's almost as if what she's saying is true... I was stood right in front of her and I couldn't even catch my breath... Trust me, I know that it's Madison that's standing there, but it's more than just her beauty... It's something more... When she touched me, I couldn't even think about pulling my hands away from her... What if that's how she's going to manipulate me? How am I going to be able to fight back if she can see inside my head? If she can see what I'm thinking and feeling?"

As his hand finally dropped down from his partner's shoulder, Noah sighed as he responded. "There has to be something in here that can point us in the right direction. When she talked about sex being the key, my first thought was that she's some kind of succubus... But that's taking us into a territory that we don't understand... What about Madison? I mean, Denise...she was all over the news for weeks after she disappeared... No one in that research facility said a fucking word to the press... Nothing from their government either... If this is really how Madison disappeared, who are we going to be able to tell when we get out of here?"