<b><u>Character Name</u></b>:<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">Abigail Chase</span><br/><b><u>Wearing</u></b>:<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">Shiny skintight Totally Spies themed latex catsuit (black/pewter) with helmet/long gloves/matching ankle boots and belt</span><br/><b><u>Location</u></b>:<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">Escape Room Start</span><br/><b><u>Tagging | Mentioning</u></b>:<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">All sisters</span><br/><b><u>Afflictions | Notes</u></b>:<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">Dazed and mind feeling foggy after some pretty heavy duty hypnosis. Feeling a little overexposed in her alluring latex outfit.</span><br/><br/>Abigail's bright grey eyes would crack open as she grunted something inaudible, as her tall latex clad form stirred to life. It would not take her long to open her eyes and immediately realize several things. First, the room she was in was unknown to her and she didn't remember how she got here. Secondly, her head was inside something... And thirdly, her body was clothed in something that felt snug all over, including over her fingers. Abigail's first instincts would lift up so that she could look a them, only to realize that both of her hands were gloved in tight shiny black latex. As she moved, she could not only hear little rubbery squeaks, she could feel them somewhat and as she looked down at herself, it was evident that she was in fact, completely encased in skintight shiny latex.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><i>"What the hell...."</i></span>she muttered as she quickly looked around. It wouldn't take long for her to see two other women here, also dressed in tight shiny latex, with futuristic looking helmets on. This is when she realized that she was wearing one as well.<br/><br/>Abigail's mind was racing, what was going on? As she went to one of the women who seemed to be stirring back to life, she immediately figured out it was one of her sisters, although it was difficult to tell at first since everyone as wearing a full face latex hood under their protective full face plated helmet. In fact, both of her sisters were here with her, dressed in latex. This is when it hit her, the suits made her think of the TV Show Totally Spies, the two tone pattern, the shoulder anchor points, the decorative knee details, the belt... Only the color was different, each suit made of black latex with the contrast color being a dark pearl-sheen pewter. It was also quite apparent that the suits were quite alluring, the shiny tight rubber hugging the sisters perfect bodies.<br/><br/>How had she gotten here.?... These were obviously Totally Spies inspired outfits, albeit really alluring ones. Abigail didn't remember putting this on at all, or owning anything like this. But somewhere in the back of her mind, it reminded her of some of the erotic latex roleplays she authored online in the kinky Totally Spies forums ((<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">neither Abigail nor her sisters actually did this, but they have been hypnotized into thinking this</span></i>)). Surely, being dressed in very alluring tight latex Totally Spies suits wasn't a coincidence... Abigail would move to rouse her sisters, a black latex gloved hand shaking their shoulder until they came too. Latex on latex felt weird as it made this playful little squeaks... Mercifully, all of her sisters would return to consciousness soon enough. It was obvious that all of them were confused, that none of them knew what was going on, and just before they could begin to contemplate what was going on, a male announcer voice would come over some sort of PA system.<br/><br/>The next few minutes of listening to the male announcer was completely bewildering... This was some sort of kinky game show, and Abigail and her sisters had been selected to be the contestants. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Abigail would remember some vague memories about recent online forum conversations with a new acquaintance, something about doing a kinky Escape Room like game featuring WOOHP spies in latex... Abigail and her sisters had all gotten into this fun little roleplay on the forums, on how the candidates would be kidnapped and wake up in the Escape Complex, how they would be dressed in protective latex in order to face kinky situations and lurid foes, like WOOHP spies captured by a perverted mastermind who forces them to participate in sexual charged challenges in order to escape. Abigail wasn't quite able to remember things clearly, her mind still foggy, but she remembered how interested she was while discussing it on the online forums and with her sisters who shared the same passion...<br/><br/>((<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">All of the sisters should have similar memories, all of which were implanted through hypnosis. All of the sisters will think that they have been anonymously playing in sexual explicit Totally Spies roleplays online for many years, how they had always loved the television show because of its fetish themes, those sexy latex spy suits, the bondage, ending up in suggestively kinky  misadventures, etc... All of the sisters will remember those kinky ideas being talked about in the online forums, about kidnapping people and forcing them to play the roles of spies trying to escape their perverted captor. All these memories are implants from hypnosis, so the sisters will 'remember' the memories, but not of the memories will be concrete, everything feeling foggy...</span></i>))<br/><br/>It suddenly would dawn on Abigail that perhaps all this make-pretend fantasy had been made real...<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Oh shit..."</span>she muttered before looking at her two sisters with a look of shock on her face, as though she had figured something out. Talking in a loud whispers so that her sister could hear her, but anyone else might have a tough time hearing what she was saying, Abigail quickly added<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"It's.... I think it's that thing from... you know... online... I think that, you know who, has made it actually happen... And we're the spies..."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(239, 239, 239)"> Abigail was totally shocked. She was both frightened that she and her sisters had been kidnapped and squeezed into those incredibly alluring latex catsuits which left little to the imagination, but at the same time she was excited since this whole thing was one of her deep dark fantasies, to be a captured WOOHP spy, to have her captor being an evil mastermind who would force them through a gauntlet of challenges in order to earn their freedom. Except, this time around, the prize for winning was ten million dollars and the prize for loosing was to have the identities revealed, which was horrifying since the 'Chase Brand' that Abigail and her sisters had curated over the years on social media had always been of smart young women that were 'proper', that didn't sex things up, so having their misadventures in this place broadcast to an online audience and then having their identities revealed would completely destroy their brand, and probably get them expelled from University and most likely make it really hard for them to find good jobs in the future. This kind of stuff could ruin them...<br/>
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Abigail's heart was beating at a million miles an hour as she looked at her sisters. Did they have a choice? Part of her was scared to death, but another part felt excited. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Are we actually doing this?"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#efefef"> she asked. Abigail felt that with her sisters by her side, they could easily win that $10 million dollars and preserve their anonymity while effectively making one of her fantasies come to reality. She would add <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"I think we can do this..."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(239, 239, 239)"> as she once again looked at her sisters to see what they were thinking.</span></span>