Bodysuit 3000

Bodysuit 3000

Karen stared in the window of the BDSM store. She wasn’t interested in the new neural bullwhips, advertised as maximum pain with minimal damage. Her glance hadn’t settled on the new Icon clamps, which had an inbuilt chip that could sense when they had been on for too long and would automatically loosen. Nor was she interested in the Teaser vibrator, guaranteed to take a person to the edge of orgasm – and then stop. No, Karen was staring at the Bodysuit 3000, the latest in a series of bodysuits for those who were into sensual self-torture. This one was the most complex yet. It was made from something called living latex, made up of fully programmable latex nanites. It meant that the suit could do whatever you programmed it to do. It would flow up onto your naked body, and then obey your computerised commands. If you wanted the suit to form dildoes to fuck your cunt and ass it could do that. If you wanted it to give electrical shocks to your sensitive areas it could do that. If you wanted it to restrict you as though you were in bondage it could do that.

   Karen desperately wanted the Bodysuit 3000. Her torture suit at home was only a Bodysuit 500. It was big and bulky with dildoes which had to be attached manually. And it simply did not look as good as the Bodysuit 300. She had to have it. But she simply didn’t have the thirty thousand credits it cost.

   Karen went into the BDSM store nevertheless. Maybe there was some deal which could be done.

   The woman behind the counter was dressed all in synthetic leather, with lots of spikes and studs. She had a bright magenta Mohican haircut,

   “Hi! Can I help you?” Magenta Mohican asked. She’d seen Karen before, but not for a while, not since Karen had bought metal dildoes for her Bodysuit 500. There was only one reason for getting metal dildoes, and that was to give yourself electric shocks in intimate places. Her kind of customer.

   “Look, I’, interested in the Bodysuit 3000, but I don’t have thirty thousand credits.” Karen said. “Is there any sort of deal that can reduce the price?”

   Magenta Mohican thought for a few seconds. The Bodysuit 3000, for all its amazing features, wasn’t selling as fast as she’d like. It was, after all, just a static display on a showroom dummy at the moment. But maybe if the maso women who frequented the store could see the suit in action they might be more willing to part with their credits.

   “Can you afford fifteen thousand? That would be selling it at cost?”

   “Yes…” Karen said. That would just about clean out her credit account, however. She’d need to sell a few more erotic novels – she was a BDSM author – to pay the bills, or she and the suit would be out on the street.

   “Okay.” Magenta Mohican said. “This is my offer. I need a model to wear the suit. If you come here, for the next week, and wear the suit all day – and let customers check out all its functions – then you can have the suit half price. Take it or leave it.”

   Karen’s mind was in a whirl on hearing that. All of her BDSM play had been at home by herself. She had never involved other people. It sounded as though this would definitely involve other people. But the idea of being in the suit and not being in control was a big turn on. And it was the only way that she could get the suit.

   “Well, what is it to be?” Magenta Mohican asked.

   “I’ll do it.” Karen said.

   “Be here Monday morning at 9 AM.”

Sunday night Karen had a long, luxurious bath. She made sure that her body was entirely hairless. And the following morning, feeling very nervous, Karen was back at the BDSM store.

   There was now a sign in the store window: Come in and see the Bodysuit 3000 working on our new bondage model. Feel free to try out any feature of the suit on her before purchase. Women only.

   That last sentence was presumably to prevent male sadists from wasting the shop owner’s time. There were suits for male masochists. but the Bodysuit 3000 had been designed specifically for women.

   Karen went into the store.

   “Good, you’re here.” Magenta Mohican said. “Take your clothes off.”

   “What?”

   “Take your clothes off. You can’t wear the suit over your normal street clothes, can you?”

   Feeling very self-conscious Karen undressed. Magenta Mohican put Karen’s clothes behind the counter. Karen wouldn’t need them until the store closed at six o’clock.

   Magenta Mohican got out her computer pad and opened up the Bodysuit 3000 program. She scrolled down and highlighted an option, confirming the action.

   “Don’t move.” Magenta Mohican said. Karen saw something black sliding across the floor towards her, coming out of the window display. It looked alive, and Karen couldn’t help feeling a little scared. It reached her feet, and began to flow up her legs.

   “It’s warm.” Karen said, in surprise.

   “Its standard setting for initial human contact is body temperature. Once it has been on for a few minutes it won’t need the warming option, as your own body temperature will warm the suit.

   “Where does it get its power from?” Karen asked.

   “From any excess body heat from you; from your bio-electricity; and from any kinetic impact. A spanking on your butt will help power the suit, without reducing any of that precious pain. And the suit is one hundred percent effective at absorbing sunlight. Every molecule, every nanite, can absorb light. Even the light inside this store is enough to keep the suit going indefinitely. Each nanite does have a battery back-up, as well, enough for the suit to run for at least six months in total darkness, without access to other energy.”

   “Wow.” Karen said. But the Wow was not because of the explanation, but because the suit had completed flowing up her body. It had covered her entirely apart from her mouth, nostrils and eyes. It felt incredible on her, and looked better.

   Magenta Mohican put in another command. Karen suddenly found that she couldn’t move her body below her neck.

   “What’s happened?” Karen asked.

   “I’ve put you in solid mode. The suit is supposed to be able to hold you in any position. I think we’ll have you resemble a dummy until we get a customer. I want to test how strong the living latex is, considering it can reduce itself to a few microns thick. It can do that when it remodels itself to create dildoes to penetrate you. At the moment it is considerably thicker than that. Try to move. Use all your strength.”

   Karen tried. But it was like she was wearing a suit of steel. Actually the suit had a much higher tensile strength.

   “No, I can’t move a muscle.” Karen confirmed.

   “Good. I’m getting bored of you asking questions.”

   Another command was initiated. The living latex flowed up over Karen’s lips and into her mouth, easily opening her jaws. It formed a cock gag inside Karen’s mouth, cutting off Karen’s power of speech. Karen’s eyes flared. She was scared that the gag was too big, and that she was going to choke.

   “Relax.” Magenta Mohican said. “You won’t choke. The suit automatically monitors every physical response. You couldn’t choke even if you wanted to. But maybe you will be a better exhibit if you’re having fun.”

   The initiation of another command: Karen felt her labia gently parted, as the suit formed a living latex dildi, one which began to slowly fuck her.

   “I’ve set it so that it will stop if you get too close to cumming.” Magenta Mohican said. “If you are turned on and in need you should be a better performer.”

   It was true. The suit would take Karen to the edge then slow down or stop. It wouldn’t let her cum. But boy was Karen turned on.

After around half an hour the first customer came into the store. It was a smartly dressed, silver-haired woman in her sixties.

   “I am looking for a suit for my toilet slave slut.” the woman said. “I understand that there is a demonstration. Can you have the slut in the suit lie down and open her mouth?”

   “Of course, madam. I can command the suit to do that. What the model desires does not matter, in this case.”

   Karen wasn’t into golden showers. But there was nothing she could do. The suit made her lie down on her back on the floor of the store. The cock gag flowed to transform itself into the latex version of a dental gag, keeping her mouth open.

   The sixty-year old woman knelt down over Karen’s open mouth. She hitched up her skirt, and moved aside the gusset of her black real silk knickers. She pissed into Karen’s mouth. When Karen’s mouth was full the lady stopped pissing. The suit closed up over Karen’s mouth, completely covering it. There was no way in which to spit out the piss. Karen had no choice but to swallow.

   The older lady rearranged her underwear, stood up, and smoothed down her skirt. She stared down at Karen in the suit.

   “I’ll take one.” she said.

Karen was returned to her standing position, cock gag in her mouth, and dildo reaming out her cunt.

   The next potential customer wasn’t long in arriving. It was a mousy-looking woman in her thirties. She kept her gaze down as she approached the counter.

   “I saw the sign.” the woman said. “I understand that the suit can do electric shocks.”

   “Yes. It can do powerful but completely safe shocks to various areas of the body.” Magenta Mohican said. “Were there particular areas in which you were interested?”

   “Clitoris and vagina.” the woman whispered.

   “Of course. What level would you like our display to suffer on?”

   “Maximum.”

   “Ah, a true connoisseur of pain. Of course.”

   Karen tried to say something. But the cock gag prevented her. It didn’t stop her from making some very interesting sounds as electricity coursed through her. It was the worst pain she had ever felt. She had not thought that the suit would have been able to produce so much power. She would have been writhing on the floor if the suit hadn’t kept her upright.

   The mousy woman bent down to stare at Karen’s crotch.

   “I can’t see the shocks.” the woman said. “Is it possible to feel them?”

   “I can send some of the electricity to the outside. This is ten percent of what the display model is feeling.” Magenta Mohican said. She confirmed an option on her computer pad. The mousy woman felt Karen’s crotch, and immediately snatched her hand away.

   “You say that is only ten percent?”

   “Yes.”

   “She must be in agony.”

   “I would imagine so.”

   “I’ll take one.” the woman said.

The next customer was not long in turning up. It was a tall, full-bodied brunette, with the sort of body which somebody like Rubens would have loved to paint.

   “I, er, have come to see the Bodysuit 3000.” the zaftig brunette said. “Does it fit any size?”

   “Yes, it will adjust to all body sizes.” Magenta Mohican said.

   “What about internally?”

   “The suit can create either dildoes or vibrators. The dildoes created can deliver electric shocks. The living latex can also form either ridges or hard studs on the dildoes. As to size, the suit cannot do any permanent damage. The maximum length and thickness of the dildoes therefore depends on the individual person.”

   “Can I see?”

   “Yes, let me just use my pad to put the display model on the ground and spread her legs.”

   Karen had no say in the matter. The suit was stronger than she was.

   “Now, a few more commands and the latex will form what is, in effect, a hollow dildo inside her vagina. It will spread her to her maximum width without vaginal tearing, and to the maximum length she can withstand.”

   Karen screamed into her latex gag. Her cunt was opened wider than ever before. It was as though a mediaeval pear had been opened up inside her. And the latex had reached deeper into her than ever before.

   The customer got down on her knees, and looked into the tunnel of latex. Although the latex was only a millimetre thick it easily held Karen spread. The customer could have put her fist inside Karen’s cunt without touching the sides. Karen really hoped that that bit about no permanent damage was correct, as she felt as though she was being torn apart.

   “Oh, my God, I can see her cervix.” the tall customer said. “And her cunt is open to an amazing degree. I can just imagine the amount of penetration it would be on me. Is it possible to open up the cervix? I’ve never had anything enter my cervix before.

   The customer’s cheeks had reddened with arousal. It was clear that she was imagining latex dildoes pistoning away at her cunt and arsehole.

   “Let’s see.” Magenta Mohican said. She opened up a document on her pad. “Ah, yes, there is a command, although it is obvious that it cannot do that if it would negate the safety parameters. But I think that this model’s body should be able to take it.”

   A command was issued to the suit. Karen felt latex tendrils slighter into her cervix, somewhere where absolutely nothing had ever gone before. Her eyes widened in terror. If she hadn’t been gagged she would have begged to get out of there. As the large, buxom woman looked inside Karen’s cunt she saw the latex strands dilate the entrance to trhe cervix slightly, and disappear within, further into Karen’s body…

   “I’ll take one.” the customer said.

The next customer was a young Japanese woman. She was dressed very demurely, covered by a long dress down to her ankles, and long sleeves down to her wrists. The dress, blouse, and shoes were the only things which she was wearing, though. She had no underwear on. The only other thing she wore were rings through her labia. But nobody seeing her would imagine that this young Japanese lady had outrageous fantasies of torture and submission.

   “Yes, may I help you?” Magenta Mohican asked. The Japanese woman spoke so quietly that Karen could hardly hear what was being said.

   “What about whipping?”

   “The suit can become so thin that it will not cushion the impact of a whip or paddle that your partner uses…”

   “No. No partner.” the Japanese woman whispered. “Self.”

   “Ah, yes, I understand.” Magenta Mohican said. “Yes, there is a function where you can program in a whipping on a body part, and let the whipping take place. The whipping can mark the skin, but cannot cause any permanent damage. The suit produces a pseudopod which functions as a whip. You can either have it whip down on the suit, or have the suit bare the flesh…”

   “Bare flesh.” the young Japanese woman said. Her voice had gone husky, but no louder. “On pussy. Pussy held open. Fifty strokes.”

   Magenta Mohican entered the commands. Karen was forced to stand with her feet wide apart. A pseudopod, a thin strand of latex, was formed out of the part of the suit covering Karen’s back. At the same time tendrils of the suit gripped Karen’s labia, and wrenched them apart, exposing the pink interior.

   “Mmmmph!” Karen said. But neither of the two women paid her any attention. The Japanese woman was now kneeling on the floor, staring intently at Karen’s open cunt. The Oriental girl had one hand inside her long skirt, rubbing away at her crotch.

   The pseudo-whip struck up, between Karen’s wide-parted legs. Its aim was perfect, and the strand hit fast enough to cause mind-shattering agony, but not to draw any blood. Karen screamed into the gag as the cord of the whip struck the sensitive flesh inside her cunt. The tip of the whip hit her clitoris. With every strike the tip of the whip would hit her clit. It would never miss. It could never miss. The suit, monitoring Karen’s vital signs, waited for Karen to feel every iota of the pain. Then it struck her again, the strand hitting the pinkness between her labia, the tip of the whip hitting her clit. It always struck with enough force to cause agony, but never with enough force to draw blood: no permanent damage.

   Another scream around the gag from Karen. The Japanese woman’s fingers were still toying with her own genitals, but she was intent on holding off on what would be her orgasm. There were still forty-eight strokes to come, and she wanted to cum at the climax of the whipping. In her mind’s eye she was already wearing a Bodysuit 3000, and she had programmed it for a similar whipping on her – but five hundred strokes, not fifty…

   The suit never missed. It knew exactly wear to strike, and its lash could not be avoided. In that it was more skilled than any human being. All that Karen could do was suffer.

   Stroke after stroke fell. The Japanese woman counted them out. “Forty-seven.” she said, eventually, as the tortured Karen neared the end of her durance. Another groan from Karen. She wished that she could faint from the pain. But, knowing the suit, it probably had some way of preventing that.

   Another strike of the latex whip into Karen’s slit.

   “Forty-eight.” the young Japanese woman stated. Her fingers, under her long skirt, were clearly moving in and out of her cunt. The scent of her arousal filled the air.

   Whippp! A moan around the gag.

   “Forty-nine.” the Japanese woman’s breathing was now very ragged.

   Whippp!

   “Fifty!” The Oriental woman screamed in orgasm, and dropped to the floor. When she recovered she said “I’ll take one.”

So it went, for the rest of the week. By the end of the week every funcxtion of the Bodysuit 3000 had been demonstrated, using Karen as the victim, Sales of the suit had been very good, with most individuals who saw the suit in use buying one. And now Karen had her own Bodysuit 3000 – and she knew exactly what it could do. It had been the most painful week of Karen’s life – but also the most erotic.

   “Well, I guessed you earned this.” Magenta Mohican said, handing over the suit.

   “There’s just one more thing.” Karen said, as she prepared to go. “I don’t suppose you’d make it a permanent position, would you?”

The End