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I wish to emphasize that I did not write this, it was on SweetChastity.com and has since vanished. I am posting it here to preserve this story. Please do not credit me at all for this story.

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Kidnapped
By Lord Frodo

Amanda snuggled deeper in the soft caress of her blankets, trying to ignore the pressure building in her bladder for a few precious moments more of sleep. Her head swam upstream carrying a company of mining gnomes who busied themselves with boring through the front of her skull with a dull drill. Midmorning light, white and cool stripped through the blinds, stabbing her eyes as they flickered open.

Sore and hung over, she wandered to the bathroom scratching her head. She didn’t have that much to drink last night, but her mouth, nipples and pussy felt as raw and bruised as when she had to entertain the entire football team as part of her sorority initiation. She had no memory of anything like that happening last night. Just to be sure, she paused at the door, looking back at the bed. No one there. She remembered going home alone last night.

She sat on the pot and as the warm stream hit the water, the last spider webs of sleep swept from her head. Something was very, very wrong.

She looked down at the golden plate that sealed away her sex with dawning horror. Her fingers touched it, confirmed its solidity, its reality. It was a Chasti-Permalock.

Her hands flashed to her face to confirm the jaw breaking gag that filled her mouth, locked safely behind a metal plate. Her breasts imprisoned as well in golden shields, the nipples clamped tightly and painfully within. Trying to force down the panic that rose within her, Amanda’s trembling fingers quickly searched were the metal met skin. She could just about slip a fingernail in the seam. She knew enough about the Chasti-lock that it meant its permanent features had not been activated. Her heart calmed somewhat. The Chasti’s were still removable if she had the key.

Her mind flashed back. She and the rest of the secretary pool had stopped by the bar for a few drinks after work. They joked about chastities. As employees at the Chasti-Permalock company, they were exposed to all of their products and each of them had a chastity of some sort. Everyone save Amanda.

“Listen…” She said determinedly. “I had to wear one for a catalog photo shoot and it was the longest hour of my life. I like sex too much to even think about wearing one. Now, perhaps for Brad…” As the memory flickered in her mind like an old news reel, Amanda nodded to herself. That was it. Someone was playing a joke on her. Not a smart joke as Kate Jackson did not take locking up anyone without their consent lightly. Somebody was going to get in deep shit and it was getting deeper the longer the key wasn’t showing.

She started searching the room. Perhaps they hid it there. The chastities were feeling better as she moved, conforming to her shape. Amanda felt herself broiling with anger the longer the key eluded her. Frustration mounting, she hooked her nails into the pussy shield and gave it a good yank. It felt as if it had anchored itself to her pelvis and made no indication of budging. She squeaked as her nail broke and lightning flashed through her tongue from the silence function. She stood there in the bedroom, in her underwear, trying to still the fury that was bubbling up. Until the key turned up, the Chasti-Permalock wasn’t moving. No sense in getting mad about it.

It moved.

Amanda felt her breath flutter as a feathery tremble rolled across her nipples. Something within her stirred, gently, firmly, hitting all the right places. It pulsed, wriggled and squirmed like no man ever could. Soft pulses nudged her clit as if from behind, her g-spot warmed, then trembled. Amanda stumbled to the bed as the passion spread across her body, consuming everything in its path. Desperately she tried to bury the moan in her throat least the silence function kicked in again and spoiled the wonderful mood she was in.

She stretched out over the bed, writhing like a boa. Her fingers instinctively trying to reach through to her nipples, to her clit. She tried pushing the horrid device deeper, to help it along. But it didn’t need her help. Shocks into her mouth reminded her to stay quiet, reminded her that it was in control and there was nothing to do save enjoy the ride.

She thrashed wildly in the bed. Her fists pounding the pillows as her breath rasped in her nose. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, she raised her ankles up past her ears and rocked herself as the lust spread across her body. She was coming like an out of control freight train. He balled her fist and pounded the steel plate wanting to scream, go, go, go! Almost there!

It stopped.

She blinked. It just stopped. Everything stopped. All the energy simply gone, evaporated. She was a breath from the gates of heaven and then nothing. She pounded the plate again but it ignored her as before. She shoved her nails to grip the chastity and tried desperately to rip it out and that failing, to perhaps wiggle a finger in to finish the job. It didn’t budge. Amanda kicked and punched the bed in fury. Someone was going to get their asses kicked!

The phone rang.

There it was, she thought with burning eyes. The culprit! No one would be calling her on a Saturday morning unless it was to rub it in, to get their laugh. She pounced at the phone ready to pick it up and scream but didn’t. She couldn’t talk or make any noise so she glowered at it until the machine picked it up.

Her heart stopped dead as the deep, demonic voice called her name.

“Amanda?” The machine enhanced voice called. “By now you have experienced some of the features of your new toys. I’m sure your having the time of your life, but there are three very important things that you should know. First, there are nanites amassing at the bottom of your brain, that’s the part that controls your ability to communicate. Look at the clock. A little hard to read?” Her eyes looked to the clock by the phone, the glowing red LEDs flashed at her. 10:sb? That was silly. She squinted to read the numbers.

10:56.

The haunting voice continued. “The nanites are corrupting your ability to read and write, eventually, anything save the simplest sound will sound like garbage. But fear not! The second thing you should know is that if you get the key and remove the toys that were placed in you, those nanites will deactivate, die. Life for you will return to normal. That’s not so bad is it? The third and most important thing you must know is that you have an hour to get the key. At twelve noon the nanites activate and will bond the chastities to your body forever. You’ll be locked away, smoldering with random bouts of incredible, mind blowing sex without outcome. You’ll be brought to the brink and left there in unbearable frustration. No more ‘O’ for you! And those nanities in your brain will also release a little bit of serotonin into your system to keep you happy enough so that you don’t kill yourself out of desperation. Perhaps you’ll be able to get a discount on a Chasti-Straight jacket.

You’ll need one when you go mad with desire.

“If you think you will enjoy you new life of sexual frustration, then simply sit there for an hour. If you want the key, then you will have to do as we say. First, go to the north corner of Elm and 5th. There is a bank of pay phones there. When the middle one rings, pick it up and listen for further instructions. Picking up the phone will tell us that you want the key.” The line went dead but Amanda was already pulling on a skirt and finding her sneakers. She couldn’t call for help. Even Brad, one of the engineers that designed the nanites couldn’t help her and she couldn’t waste time trying to explain it to him. Amanda knew better. Once on, a Chasti-Permalock could not be removed without the key and if their lock down function engaged, nothing on earth would get it off of her.

She ran out of the apartment, not bothering to get to her car. Getting to Elm and 5th was a bunch of one way streets, it would be faster if she walked.

She ran.

The streets were mostly empty but the few people turned and looked at the gagged girl running through the streets. Amanda ignored them as she ducked and weaved past them, stumbling over curbs and running out into traffic. Her eyes were fixed on her target, the phone.

It was ringing.

She lunged at it, snatching it up and fighting the urge to speak, her breath hard in her nose.

“You’re motivated.” The voice mused. “We like to see that.” As Amanda tried to bring her gasping breath under control she felt a ghostly, creepy touch on the back of her neck. Slowly she looked around.

“Yes, we see you.” The voice answered. “In your white sneakers and dark blue skirt. Your sweatshirt doesn’t match. You look like a grandmother power walking through the mall.” Across the street, a man loaded newspapers into a machine, a woman walked her yipping dog and the grocer was cranking open the awning in front of his store. None of them paid her any mind.

“Listen Amanda.” The voice called her attention back. “If you want the key you will have to do as we say when we say and do it completely. Any deviation and you’ll have to learn to live with yourself. Any attempt to get help will only waste the precious time that you have. In the office safe of Brad Williams there is an obsolete chip. He keeps it as a souvenir. Its not worth anything, but we’d like to have it anyway. You know Brad, don’t you? We think you do. How you get the chip is your business. Get it and return here for further instructions. Hurry back.” Amanda hung up the phone. She didn’t have her Identification with her. She didn’t even have pockets. But she would loose too much time running back to her flat.

She felt her face glisten with sweat as she ran. She had to pace herself. She could hear herself snoring from lack of air because she could only breath through her nose. Gasping, she pushed through the giant glass doors of the Chasti-Permalock corporation.

The guard from behind her protective glass looked up with a cheery smile. Beneath her starched grey uniform, she wore a Chasti-body binder, her arms pulled back into a single sleeve, her legs restricted to only the smallest of baby steps. She was less of a guard and more of a greeter. Apart from being able to sound an alarm, she could only instruct visitors on how to use the access controls, she herself couldn’t open the doors authorized or not.

“Amanda? Is that you?” She said. “Crossing over to our world? How’s feel? Like it?” Amanda didn’t even bother to try to answer the girl. She only pointed at the door.

The guard only nodded, her silver slave collar sparkling. “Forgot your ID? Just put your hand on the image reader and then step through the archway.” Amanda paused as she looked at the archway. Without her ID she had to go through the security check. It was a new system that scanned and detected implants and nanites. It prevented anything classified from leaving the building. Amanda glanced up at the guard who was still smiling, watching her. She couldn’t go back without raising suspicion. Amanda held her breath and stepped through hoping it was to keep stuff in, not out.

Amanda stepped towards the door but it didn’t open. The guard looked at her screen. “Oh, its detecting your new system. I guess your files were not updated.” Something else flashed on the screen and the guard smiled. “Your prints are clear, but the system can’t identify your devices. Must be new stuff, huh? Well, you should be good to go, but stop by security and have them update your files.” She smiled brightly, her dimples showing. “And you have a nice day.” Suddenly a light flashed and the door clicked. Amanda pushed it open. She ran like a madwoman to the elevators, pushing the buttons frantically and waiting forever for it to arrive. She squinted at the clock down the hall, trying to translate its once simple numbers, then trying to subtract how much time had already past. Numbers jumbled in her head, refusing to make any sense.

When the car arrived she dove in. She forced her brain to understand the numbers on the panel before she finally found the floor from memory. She tried to calm herself as the elevator slowly made its way up but even the soothing music only served to irritate her further and she began shifting, then pacing, before kicking the door.

When it opened she rushed out only to stop short as two engineers standing in the hall turned to look at her. She nodded dumbly and walked by. She had time, she reminded herself. It didn’t take that long to get to this point, and she only had to get the chip back to the phone booth.

As long as anyone didn’t stop her.

At Brad’s outer office, she typed in her access code but it wouldn’t open. She calmed herself, again glaring at the numbers until they made sense and typed them in slowly. Her heart skipped when it flashed green. She thought she was home free as she slipped past her desk in the outer office and went to Brad’s door.

His door was ajar.

She could hear him muttering to himself as he always did when he worked. Amanda pulled back from the door. She couldn’t write him a note and she would loose too much time playing charades. Her goal was the safe and it was behind his desk.

She took the phone and crawled under her desk. From under there, she dialed the Clean Room.

She could hear it bleating in the next room over. It was empty, or should be on a Saturday morning. She knew Brad could hear it too.

Brad was a genius. He designed computer chips for a living. It was his chip design that enabled the Chasti-Permalock corporation to produce a low cost, high functioning nanite robot, improving on previous nanite designs and making Chasti-Permalock products affordable to everyone. But while his ability to perform wonders with high end science, the inter-office phone was a mystery to him.

Amanda could hear him trying to pick up the extension from his phone. When pushing the blinking button failed he tried to ignore it. Three rings later, with a curse on his lips he blustered out of the office to the Clean room.

Amanda ducked into Brad’s office quickly. It would take a minute for him to go through the complex of doors in the Clean room and at least another to get out. More than enough time for her.

She paused at the safe. Its keypad was suddenly looming at her, its numbers dancing around. She glared at it, but they wouldn’t settle. She could feel her ability to read fading fast. She closed her eyes and pictured Brad opening the safe, watching the patten his hand made as he tapped the keys.

The safe opened on the second try.

It was there, just as they said. She took it up, nestled in anti-static foam and protected in a plastic case. It had been the brain to a machine that built another machine which built a Macronite. This giant, clunky machine, about the size of a flea, then built nanites.

It had been retired for almost three years now. In the world of microchips three years was an eternity. But it was Brad’s chip. His baby. He had since designed better chips, smaller, faster, but this one made his career.

Why would they want it was beyond Amanda. There were far better stuff in the vault down by the security office.

The light bulb in her brain flashed brightly. To get to the vault was a host of scanners and security. So far, this was pretty easy. But if she gave them the chip, wouldn’t they be able to build their own nanties?

A gentle feather stroked her nipples and Amanda gave a startled gasp. She could feel the chastities in her warming, churning. Amanda closed the safe and limped through the door, trying to shut out the passion igniting her.

She could hear Brad returning.

She wasted too much time! She was trapped! With wild desperate eyes she scanned the office, then propped herself on the desk, slipping the chip into the waist band of her skirt.

“Amanda!” Brad said with a surprise on his face. “What are you doing here?” Amanda wanted to scream as the energies built up inside her. She only batted her eyes.

“Doing a photo shoot?” Brad asked as he came over. “God you do look hot with your mouth packed like that.” He said sitting on the desk with her. “Isn’t that the X-TL45 Perma-Gag? Why are they using such an old clunker like that?” Brad was unshaven, giving him a rugged look. She could smell the cologne she had bought him for his birthday. His brown eyes, strong lips and square chin only fanned the flames building in her. She could feel her nails digging into the desk.

“So tell me?” He asked as his warm hand caressed her shoulder. “Who has your key? Perhaps I can convince them to let you out for good behavior.” He looked at her scandalously. “But only if your good.” Amanda’s arms wrapped around his neck like a constrictor, mashing her gag into his lips in a vain hope to feel something. She ignored Brad’s startled protests as she started rubbing her cheeks all over his face, trying to cover herself in the wonderful smell. Her hands quickly yanked his shirt from his trousers with one hand while the other guided his to her metal shod breast. She shoved him down on the desk straddling his leg like a humping dog, hoping beyond rational thought that the pressure would force the chastity along a little further. She ripped his shirt sending buttons clicking away. She slid her face across his body as her hand slipped into his pants.

The chastity, a fat plug that filled her body was chugging like an air hammer, driving her deeper with each blow. Her nipples were hot coals that she rubbed frantically across Brad’s chest hoping he could feel their heat.

With his pants undone she quickly rubbed her cheeks against the soft, velvety skin, across her polished golden gag wanting so bad to taste him, to suck him, to drain the life from him. As she breathed in his manly odors, she pumped him with one hand while the other held him down.

She could feel the chastity pounding her from within, threatening to punch through her. Her eyes rolled back as her ears roared with the crash of waves, a giant tsunami, cresting higher and higher. Her body locked as she felt it. She was beyond the point of no return. Even if the machine stopped there would be no way to stop the monstrous orgasm with in her. It was going to kill her. Cause her to explode in one fiery instant.

It stopped.

Amanda blinked. Nothing happened. Nothing at all. All that energy was snuffed out like the blowing of a candle. No explosion, no fire.

Nothing.

Brad looked up wondering why she stopped.

She let go of his cock. She could feel the chip pressing against her side as she ran out of the room. She ignored Brad calling after her. The engineer chased her only to retreat back into the office when he nearly tripped over the pants ringed around his ankles.

In the elevator Amanda kicked herself. She wasted so much time! She stomped the floor hoping to make it go faster. When the doors opened she sprang for the exit only to stop short when she saw the security desk. If she walked through the portal, ID or not, the chip would sound an alarm. There would be questions. Questions she couldn’t answer.

“So there you are.” Brad said coming up behind her and scaring her half to death. “I’m going to see to it you stay locked up for a good long time.” He took her arm and led her back to the elevators. “Now come along naughty girl. I think we have some business to attend to.” Amanda sidled up against him, like a cat, rubbing him. She then slipped his grip and ran to the security check point and through the door. In the lobby she waited for him, a devilish glare to her eyes peering through the safety glass. Her finger curled at him. “Come hither…” Brad pushed through the security door. “You want a spanking, don’t…” His voice cut short as the alarms sounded, his face of confusion looking around. Amanda ran up, hugging him, nuzzling his cheek and neck but guards, fully functional ones appearing from out of nowhere, separated them, ushering Brad back to the security point.

“Dr Wilson?” The guard behind the glass spoke. “The scanner detects an un-authorized computer hardware on your person. Please step back through the scanner for another scan.” Amanda walked as calmly as she could out of the building. She had slipped the chip into Brad’s pocket then fished it out again after the alarm went off. They would search him, find nothing and let him go.

Once outside, she began to run.

Wheezing, chocking on her gag and trying not to make any noise she hit the phone booth at almost a tackle. Gripping the phone to hold her up, she held the receiver to her ear.

“You are to go to the bus station…” The voice began.

Amanda was outraged and banged the phone on the wall several times. That wasn’t the deal! They were playing outrageous games with her.

She held up the chip, hoping that where ever their spy was they could see it. She wanted to shout: “You want the chip, bring the key!” “Listen to me.” The voice growled. “We can walk away from this deal. Can you?” Amanda calmed herself. They were right.

“Good.” The voice went on. “We have to be sure that is the chip we want. Go to the bus station. The first row of lockers, the middle locker door is broken. Leave the chip there and return to the phone. If it’s the right chip, we will tell you where to find the key. If you behave, you’ll have plenty of time.” And it went dead.

Amanda resigned herself and set out at a jog. She had to back track a little, but it was only a few short blocks. No worries.

She stopped dead as Brad turned the corner.

He waved at her but she turned and ran. She quickly ducked into a coffee shop and made a straight line to the ladies room. She could hear Brad behind her, calling her, and then someone calling him: “Hey! That’s the ladies room!” He didn’t follow.

Amanda squeezed through the tiny window and out into the alley. Amanda clambered over a dumpster and then over a fence, tearing her skirt as she dropped down. She scanned the street quickly then ran out like a mouse across a kitchen floor. She felt time slipping away with each step. Sweat was running freely down her back and air dragged hard though her lungs as she reached the bus station. The locker was were they said it would be. She stood in front of it, panting, her heart racing. If she gave them the chip, would they fulfil their part of the bargain? And what could they do with the chip? Even antiquated it still worked. Could they build their own Nanites? To do what? Competition for the Chasti-Permalock company? Or even more sinister? With the punishment features that nanites could incorporate, they could enslave anyone.

Transform anyone into a sex toy, an animal, or even furniture. Nanites could be delivered to a victim as easy as blowing dust in someone’s eye. They could replicate themselves and begin altering the victim with microscopic surgery. The victim could wake up one morning and find themselves transformed, their mouths erased, their sex sealed away, forced to follow their master’s will or be punished by unrelenting electric shocks.

She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t give someone that power. Even if it meant a lifetime of sexual frustration, she had to return the chip.

The gentle, feathery brush across her nipples sparked within her. It was starting again.

Amanda placed the chip in the locker and closed the door. They would need all sorts of machines to build a nanite. It was just one chip, a small cog. They would need hundreds of chips and machines and a big factory, wouldn’t they?

Out in the street Amanda’s run was slowed to a quick walk as the piston inside her began. Amanda trudged on, ignoring the looks of people glaring at her. Her walk slowed as the piston quickened. She was waddling like a pregnant woman, losing more time. She looked up at the tower clock and could see the two hands almost as one. She tried to shut out the wildfire within in her, raging, consuming her will, her strength. Making her want to stop, to hump a leg, do anything to bring herself to come. She kept repeating to herself like a mantra to get the key and finish it herself, but a tiny voice, growing louder argued with her. Perhaps this time it’ll let her come. She’s done a good job. She’s done their bidding, it’ll will let her come.

Amanda shook the irrational thought from her head. She had to get the key. Her eyes locked on the phone booth, she could hear it ringing.

The monster between her legs was pounding violently, a storm cloud closing in on her, thunder rumbled though her.

“It’s the chip we wanted…” The voice said. “Well done. The key you search for is in the phone book in front of you under locksmith.” Amanda didn’t bother hang up as she grabbed the phone book that hung from a cable. She shook it, hopping the key would fall out and when that wasn’t working, ripped it open, flipping through pages. Inside her, the chastity had its way with her, pounding her like never before. It was stronger than ever before. She could feel the storm around her, a distant bell ringing a warning to take shelter!

Amanda looked up. She couldn’t see the tower clock, but its big heavy bell was tolling.

Noon.

The storm surged within her, it was going to hit.

Her hands trembled uncontrollably as she felt the key between the pages and she ripped it free. It jumped like a fish in her nervous hands and she clapped her hands to catch it. Thunder was all around her as she spread her legs, her limbs clenched themselves preparing for the impact.

It was going to let her come this time! She knew it. It wouldn’t stop now! Nothing could be as good as this! Amanda’s teeth ground into the gag, stifling the scream and trying to focus in shoving the key into the tiny, tiny hole.

It stopped.

The storm was gone as if it never were and Amanda blinked.

The bell continued to ring.

She looked down at herself now, able to focus. She didn’t care that her legs were spread wide for anyone to see. She only had to focus on the key hole. She aimed the key for the hole. Her heart skipped as it touched the hole and slipped in.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Brad snatched the key from her shaking fingers. “Not so fast. I think you and I need to go back to my place and discuss the conditions of your release.” He dangled it in front of her. She lunged for it and he pulled it back. “You’ve been just the little minx today. I think I like you in a chastity. If you want out, you’ll have to finish what you started back in my office.” Her ears rang with the tolling bell of the tower clock.

She kneed him in the balls.

She grabbed the key from his numb fingers and quickly spread her legs, thrusting the key in the space.

It wouldn’t sink home.

It slowly pushed the key out. Amanda struggled with both hands, her knuckles turning white trying to force it back in, but it continued unabated, pushing out the key and plugging itself seamlessly, as if there was never a key hole in the first place.

Amanda stared in blank horror. She could no longer hear the tower bell, it was past noon.

She quickly tried to put the key to the gag, but it too was closed off. The key was useless. She dropped it and tried to rip the chastities from her but could not even slip her nails into the seams. They had glued themselves in place, bonding her skin to metal. She was stuck forever.

Silenced and sexless.

Slowly she slid to the ground, her legs askew, her gold plate on display for anyone to see, tears flowing down her cheeks and across her gag.

A soft, feather brushed across her nipples.

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