by CathexisSuccubus

The bills have been stacking up, and you need a new Car. Racking your brain for a solution to your short term money problems, you have been fruitlessly browsing the job ads in the newspaper, and on various job sites with no luck.

You are about to call it a night, but decide to check your email one last time; a solitary new message is in your inbox; it reads “leading edge technology product testers needed: $ 5,000.00 for suitable candidates; an address is listed below, together with a time.

Next morning you hop in a taxi and have it drive you to the address; a nondescript warehouse in The Mission District. A small sign on the door reads “Ferro-Dynamics, Inc.”

You open the door and follow a long dimly lit passageway to a reception area, where a Woman dressed in clinical white looks up at you. “My name is Colette; I’m here for the job interview.” She looks up at you, studying you carefully. Finally, she seems to come to a decision and hands you an application form. “You MUST fill in all questions truthfully,” she says; “If you do not, then you will be excluded from participating in this experiment.”

You sit down and start reading the questions. The first few seem normal; age, height, weight, gender, eye color, race, etc. You tick the boxes dutifully. You turn the page and start on the next questions.

“Sexual preference” is the first question. Slightly puzzled you check the box for Male. The next few questions seem very personal; “age at which you lost your virginity,” “number of times per week you masturbate,” “do you have any genital piercings,” “can you come to full orgasm through penetration alone,” “have you ever had anal sex,” “can you achieve orgasm through anal sex alone.”

Feeling a bit uncomfortable, you continue filling the form in, aware of the fact that you are blushing due to the nature of the overly-intimate questions. You notice that the Woman at reception is watching you carefully as you fill in the questionnaire.

Finally done, you walk over to her and hand the completed paperwork to her. She quickly scans your answers and nods a few times. “You may sit down Ms. Colette, someone will call your name shortly, and I want you to go through the door labeled “special candidate” please.”

You sit for a while and look around you; everything in the room seems very high-tech. Huge 3D plasma screens show various technological documentaries, the lighting is bright, and the whole building is obviously designed by some European architect, with its angular and clinical simplicity.

“Ms. Colette. Ms. Colette, please proceed to your assigned door,” the overhead paging system blares.

You get up and walk to the door.

Inside the room, there is a table, a comfortable looking brown leather armchair, an armoire with six drawers; a door that’s partially open and leads to a small bathroom with a shower in it, and a huge glass window that goes from floor to ceiling.

Behind the glass sits a Man dressed in white Doctor’s garb; tall, blond and carrying a clipboard, he is seated in front of what looks like a complex control panel with numerous lights and levers and at least half a dozen computers with wires sprouting from their rear panels. There are also at least a dozen large, complex-looking video cameras there, all trained on the room you are in.

Beside him, another Man, dressed in a very expensive looking suit seems to be there as an observer; at his side, a tall, statuesque brunette, extremely well dressed and also with a clipboard.

The brunette leans over the console and presses a red button; the overhead paging system blares yet again.

“Colette, I am Denise Adams, the chief research scientist at Ferro-Dynamics; I have your questionnaire here, and we were all impressed by how completely you filled it out, we think you will be an ideal candidate for our research into the newest Ferro-Technology, do you have any questions for us before we begin?”

You take a moment to think, but nothing springs to mind, so you quietly say “no.”

“Good, then let me tell you what you are here for.” “We have developed a new form of Ferrofluid that we think can be used for many uses including Military purposes, Space travel, and even to help the disabled regain their mobility.”

“We are in the beginning phases of our tests, so we want as much feedback as possible from you; we will be hooking you up to some probes and sensors that require solid contact with your skin; this means that we will have to shave your body and coat your skin with a super-conductive gel, the gel will also help you get into our new Ferro-Suit; the suit is quite tight, so we recommend that you make sure it is fully comfortable before we begin; someone will be with you shortly to help you with the process of preparing yourself and getting into the suit.”

The Woman turns away and starts to have an intense conversation with the two men, rapidly jabbing her finger at your questionnaire on her clipboard.

A minute or two later the door you entered through opens and two Women dressed like nurses come in.

“Colette, please remove your clothes and put them in one of the drawers in front of you, then please get up on the table.” You do as asked and lie on the table.

Both Women position themselves on either side of you, and one of them takes a tube out of her pocket; she places it on the table beside you. Both Women then go to one of the drawers and pull out a set of examination gloves that they put on.

Back at your side, the first Woman unscrews the top of the tube and liberally coats her gloved hands with thick white cream from the tube; the other follows suit.

“We are going to cover your body with this cream; it will remove all traces of your body hair, so the probes and sensors can more effectively transmit and receive.”

Their hands begin to knead and massage your skin. Starting at your neck and slowly working their way down to your toes, their hands and fingers cover every inch of you with the white substance, even your armpits, and your groin, even though you are neatly groomed down there and only have a small “landing strip.” They pay special attention to that area, kneading, massaging and prodding as they coat your entire pudenda with the white substance.

When they finish your front, they turn you over and begin on your back; again they painstakingly cover every tiny piece of you. When they reach your lower back and legs, each Woman takes one of your legs and gently spreads them apart; further and further, until you are completely exposed. Their hands and fingers brush down the sensitive flesh, stopping briefly at your tight little anus to circle a few times, making especially sure they have applied enough cream, then your legs, calves, and feet.

“Ok, Colette, we need to leave you here for a couple of minutes, then we will be back to help you rinse off; after that, we will help you with the suit and the brain sensors.

“Brain sensors!!” you think to yourself, “No-one mentioned brain sensors.” Oh well, the money’s good, and I’m sure they know what they are doing.”

They return and help you up from the table. Guiding you gently to the bathroom, one of them starts the shower, then tests the water with her fingers. When she is satisfied it is warm, they let you rinse yourself; you watch in amazement as the white cream washes off you, taking with it each and every hair on your body.

A towel is handed to you, and you dry yourself off. You cannot help but notice how your long, lithe body has a new sheen to it; the complete lack of hair means that your skin is exposed as never before, and the light reflects off it with brightness unaffected by refraction from the millions of tiny hairs that would usually be there.

Back at the table, the two Women have taken a latex suit out of one of the drawers in the armoire. It is red and almost supernaturally diaphanous and shiny. They lay the suit on the table and then approach you.

Out of her pocket, another tube appears in the Woman’s hands.

“Ok, we are proceeding to the gel application phase, Colette. The Gel might make you tingle a little bit, as it super-conductive and we have found it tends to amplify your nerve impulses.”

Both Women use the same technique as previously and coat your smooth body from head to toes with the gel.

As you stand there, you take note that Denise and the two Men behind the glass are focusing intently on the process you are going through. You see them scribbling notes furiously.

Finally, the Women are done. They slowly pick the suit off the table and help you insert first one, then your second leg into the suit; then with much effort, they pull the suit up, over the curve of your buttocks, then an arm and the second slide into the suit; a built-in hood is pulled

over your head, it covers your whole head and face, with only holes for your eyes, ears, and mouth.

They grasp a small zipper at the base of the suit that is in the back and pull it up until the whole suit encases you like a second skin. The suit is impossibly thin, the material almost like red condom latex; so thin that you can almost see through it when you stretch it. It has two layers, with the Ferrofluid between the layers.

You take a bit of time to writhe and twist inside the tight red sheath until you feel totally comfortable. It’s warm and almost feels like you are in a body temperature pool or bath.

“Colette” the overhead speakers intone, “one final step and we shall begin.”

The door to your room opens and a Man dressed in the same type of uniform the others wear enters. He is carrying something that looks like a red hood or hat; there is a tangle of wires leading out of the back of the headwear and a dark visor in front.

“This is one of our finest inventions. It monitors brain waves and converts them to computer code output data; it allows us to map what your brain is doing; we can see which areas of your brain are active, and which areas are stimulated by specific actions. There are a set of Virtual Reality goggles built into the visor, so we can project images for you to see and it also contains some high-resolution earphones.”

The two Women help you on with the helmet, securing it with a strap under your chin.

Everything is completely dark for a moment, then you hear a “snap” as one of the Nurses connects the wires in the back of the helmet to an “umbilical cord” of wires under the table.

“Please lie back Colette.”. “We are going to test the system for a minute or two to make sure it is functioning correctly, then we shall play a brief video for you that will educate you on what Ferrofluid is.”

The two Women guide you to lie down on the table; they turn off the lights in the room and retreat.

Some humming, then the helmet’s visor lights up; red, blue and green patterns dance before your eyes; a brief pause, then a voice.

“Ferrofluid is a suspension of microscopic metal particles in fluid; when an electrical current is applied to that fluid, the fluid can be made completely rigid, can be programmed to become any one of an infinite number of shapes, with an infinite number of textures.”

As the voice speaks, a video shows a black viscous liquid in a container; the fluid suddenly leaps from the dish and forms a cone, then instantly changes shape into a star, then a bolus. The fluid snaps back into its inanimate form, then again through myriad shapes, each one more complex than the last; the shapes twirl and spin, grow and shrink, all the while flowing with no seeming regard for the laws of physics; beautiful yet somehow disturbing, as if it is something that should never have existed.

“Colette; lie back, relax, listen to my voice and watch the videos in front of you. We will be noting your reaction to the images you see and feeding the output to a computer. The computer will be controlling the suit, please make sure that you concentrate on ONLY the videos; do not let your mind wander, as this will dilute the results and may be dangerous.”

The video feed changes. Images flash rapidly in front of your eyes. The visor before you is split down the center, on one side the stream of videos, on the other a camera that is trained on YOU from somewhere above. You see yourself lying there encased in your new, slick red skin.

It starts with random pictures of faces, then expands out to show the whole person. people of all shapes and sizes; Caucasian, Black, Asian; Men, Women; tall, short.

“This is a baseline Colette”; “We are measuring your general response.”

5 minutes later the images slow, then stop.

“OK, we are now entering the test phase of this procedure; if you feel uncomfortable at any time, please let us know.”

The dark room is making you sleepy, but you hold your eyes open.

New video streams into your helmet. Two lovers holding hands as they walk down the beach, a fit Man runs down a path, a beautiful Woman brushes her hair in front of a mirror.

The Ferro-suit begins to move; very subtly at first it pulses slowly, squeezing your legs and arms, then releasing, pulsing then releasing; like many hands massaging you. In your visor, you see yourself in the suit; ripples rushing across the red slickness of its surface like small waves in the sea.

More images. A handsome Man, maybe a gymnast in a Speedo swimming suit, diving into the ocean; a beautiful Woman with a flawless body wearing a tiny Brazilian bikini. Faster and faster the images flash before your eyes; more people, more images of perfect bodies.

Darkness as the visor shuts off the flashing images; a minute passes, then two; suddenly the visor re-activates; new images fill your vision, erotic, stimulating.

A huge, erect penis, throbbing; swollen veins, dribbling pre-cum; a Woman’s lips reach forward to engulf it. Her hand pulls the foreskin down over the swollen purple head, her moist lips parting as she takes it into her mouth. A perfectly formed breast, a pierced nipple being teased by fingers; a close-up of an erect clitoris, wet, pink, hard; a pair of lips engulfs the swollen bud.

You are aroused; you start to think about the images you like best; you see them in your mind, played over again as the videos flash before you.

The suit changes its movements; it squeezes itself tighter around your breasts, forming them into perfect cones, tightening, then releasing them in a rhythmic pulsating fashion. In your visor, you see yourself, the suit. You see your breasts growing, being manipulated, your nipples hard and showing through the membrane of the suit, the outline of your ribs shows through the thin red latex.

In the video stream, a Woman dressed only in stockings and high heels, bends over presenting herself to another Woman with a huge red strap-on, jutting obscenely from her groin. A close-up; the huge, red-veined phallus slowly, deliciously penetrates the pink wet pussy; the lips bulging, stretching to accommodate the invader; you watch as the red strap-on thrusts deeper inside the wet welcoming lips; your mind reeling, you want to be her, to be fucked, filled, penetrated.

You feel the suit change; it stiffens around your legs and arms; your legs begin to move inexorably apart, your arms are drawn to your sides, held as if by strong hands. Your legs are spread still wider as the suit begins to control you.

Slightly panicked, you try to resist, but there is nothing you can do, your visor shows you what is happening; the camera above records the events as they unfold.

You watch as the suit begins to ripple and vibrate between your legs. Suddenly from the suit, a massive phallus is formed; an exact replica of the one you are watching being pumped into the Woman in the video in front of you. You feel something nudging your own pussy lips and stare at the vision in front of you in amazement as the suit pushes the phallus slowly inside you.

In the visor you can see every exquisite detail, as the camera zooms in on the phallus that the suit has created. The massive red head has parted your defenseless lips and is now pushing deeper inside you; you gasp as you feel its thickness; it slides into your tight wetness.

On the other side of the screen, the movie of the two lovers continues. The huge red cock is fully inside the Woman that is bent over; you can see her wetness as she is being fucked, her juices and lubrication coating the shaft of the huge red cock as it is thrust over, and over inside her.

What you see on screen between the two Women, is being replicated exactly by the suit; it thrusts in unison with the huge red cock that penetrates the Woman; you feel each powerful thrust as you simultaneously watch yourself and her, side-by-side in your visor; both of you being fucked slowly and deeply. She throws her head back in ecstasy; she wails and screams as she cums.

The video changes. The Women are replaced by a darker vision. A huge, muscled Man with the body of a Greek God appears. His face masked, but he is otherwise entirely naked. With fascinated eyes, you watch the streaming video; his cock is huge, the biggest you have ever seen. His body oiled, he walks forward; in front of him a bound Woman; blonde, curvy; she is kneeling, tied with ropes to a post. She cannot move her bonds are so tight. The Man approaches her, his massive cock starting to fill with blood; each step he takes is one step closer to the hapless Woman.

He is on her now; standing above her, looming over her, his powerful frame glistening, his cock fully erect. He grasps the huge member with his right hand and slowly pulls the tip of it across the trapped girl’s lips and face. You see traces of wetness from her lips on the head of his cock. She is a supplicant, worshipful to his dominant Godlike presence.

Suddenly he grabs her by the hair and forces her head towards his cock; she tries to resist, but to no avail.

The suit stirs again. You watch the monitor and see a shape appear from the upper region of the suit, rearing up as if from nowhere; a perfectly formed replica of what you see on screen. It dances and throbs as if there were actual blood being pumped into it. The huge cock starts to move towards your own mouth. You desperately clench your jaw muscles to avoid the inevitable; the hood around your head and face suddenly changes, shifts; panicked, you realize that your eye and mouth holes are gone; you cannot breathe! You HAVE to open your mouth. As soon as you acquiesce, and open your beautiful lips, the suit parts and allows you to breathe. For a moment… and then the suit forces the huge red cock into your mouth.

It is so big that it stretches your lips wide. The big red cock slowly slides back and forth in your mouth; wet now with your saliva, it becomes more aggressive; images flash through your lust inflamed mind.

On screen, the girl has even more of the huge cock in her mouth now, accepting the invader, she actively thrusts her mouth onto it, sucking, licking, tonguing it. The Mans huge cock is almost all the way in her mouth; you can see the head making her throat bulge as she sucks its entire length into her willing mouth and throat; her pink, wet, lipsticked mouth obscenely stretched around the shaft.

The suit mirrors what you see in front of you. The huge red phallus moves deeper inside your mouth until it is at the entrance to your throat. then plunges downward!!

Trying to relax, you take its whole length; your senses on overload, gasping for breath, you feel the need to take it all. Your head and mouth move in synchronicity with the massive, thrusting red cock; you feel it stretching you, filling your throat as you fuck it with your lips and tongue.

The suit establishes a steady rhythm as it fucks your throat and mouth.

In front of you the muscled, masked Man suddenly pulls his cock out of the bound Girl’s mouth; his muscles cord, every sinew in his body tenses; massive ropes of white-hot cum erupt from the tip of his cock. The Girl, almost with reverence, lifts her face to receive his seed, her eyes look up at him with worship.

The suit begins to withdraw the red phallus from your mouth; you wonder how the scenario will play out. A Ferrofluid cock can’t ejaculate, can it?

The tip is finally free, and without warning black/purple ferrofluid, warm and thick, pumps out of it. You feel it covering your face. You watch as the red suit-cock throbs and twitches with each spurt of fluid; you lick your lips with your tongue to see what it tastes like; it is slightly sweet and not unpleasant. The suit re-forms back into its standard shape and is still. The visor goes dark and blank.

Exhausted and sweating, you are still immobilized by the suit; lying on the table with the cameras still trained on your every move. You call out; “HEY, I didn’t sign up for this. you guys need to let me out right NOW!!.”. ” I swear, I will sue the HELL out of you if you don’t stop this!!.”

“Actually my dear, you DID sign up for this. We have your signature on all the appropriate paperwork..”. “If you want out of the deal, you can get out, but there will be no payment unless you complete the trials.” The voice of Denise Adams is firm and confident.

You realize that you need to see this through, you need the money and have no option. “Besides,” you think to yourself “it has been kind of fun.”

“OK Denise” you reply. You win.

“Good girl” she replies. “We’re going to take some time to examine the data we have collected, it will give you an opportunity to rest for a while.”

Silence. You relax a bit and replay what has just happened to you in your mind. Images come fast and quick. The suit intrigues you; its ability to morph into infinite forms and shapes makes your mind wonder at what possibilities it has in store for you.

Around you, you hear the humming of the electrical equipment and cameras. Turning your head, you see the team of observers again taking furious notes and animatedly discussing something.

Relaxed now, in your post-coital bliss, you wonder what is next?

Inside the suit, you are warm and comfortable; you feel the slickness of your skin against the smooth latex suit, it raises your awareness of touch and sensation Having no hair on your body means that the suit is in contact with every tiny part of you.

The visor flashes back into operation.

You see what looks like a laboratory; there are numerous containers or vessels filled with black, viscous fluid; it looks exactly like the ferrofluid you saw in the demonstration video.

A Lab technician sits in front of one of the vessels, and hooks up a couple of wires to it. He has a Laptop computer on the table beside the vessel and he begins to type on its keyboard.

Inside the vessel, the fluid begins to morph; slowly at first, but then you see shapes. Gear wheels, cones, stars, a bolus, tubes. Every keystroke from the technician brings a new, bizarre shape into existence.

Rods form, then huge bulbs materialize at their tip; smooth almost phallic shaped apparitions rise from the blackness. Knots ripple up and down their shafts, then magically disappear. A huge, smooth black cone rises, and slowly begins to rotate; suddenly from the top of the cone, a dozen or more spikes erupt and they in turn, also begin to rotate.

You hear a voice from the watching Denise.

“Colette, what you see in front of you, is one of our experimental researchers. We have an identical control Laptop here in the room with us, and we are going to see if we can recreate some of what you see in the video.” “We are finished with the “real-World” type scenarios; now we move on to more “experimental” things.”

The Video in your visor shuts off and is replaced with the live video feed from inside your room. Multiple High Definition video cameras are trained on you from almost every conceivable angle.

You see yourself constrained and enveloped in the red, slick suit. A few clicks of the keyboard and the suit moves.

One of the cameras zooms in; you see the suit slowly but inexorably parting your legs. On screen, another camera view joins the original; it’s the Laptop in the control room and beside it, one of the vessels containing the ferrofluid.

More clicks and the fluid begins to form a shape. It rises from the blackness of the vessel, slowly taking form. At first, it resembles a curved rod; perfectly smooth, metallic black.

On-screen in your visor, you watch in fascination as the suit forms the identical shape in red latex. Jutting out from your crotch is a perfect red phallus. Slowly, you feel your legs being parted further. Watching yourself, you see the red phallus start to disappear inside you.

The feeling is wonderful; slick, smooth and warm; the phallus slowly works its way inside your wet pussy. Gently probing your silky walls, it begins to thrust into you in a slow, forceful rhythm.

Watching the screen, you see yourself being held prisoner by the suit, it controls you now; your limbs captive and at the suit’s command; a huge red cock is thrusting in and out of your imprisoned body, glistening and dripping wet with your body’s fluids.

The feeling of being fucked by the suit is strangely intimate; although it is just a piece of intelligent technology, it seems to have a “will,” a “personality” to it. It has you in its power, to do with as it sees fit.

Watching intently, you wait for the next keyboard click; the next step.

The black shaft in the vessel changes. it starts to rotate very slowly; a small bump appears at the base of its shaft.

The phallus inside you mimics the change. You feel it rotate in synchrony with the one in the vessel. the bump on the shaft puts pressure on the inside walls of your pussy, right where your G spot is! The combination of the thrusting phallus and the rotating bump hitting your G spot every couple of seconds makes you want more.

The keyboard clicks again; the phallus in the vessel changes shape and grows. Swelling, the shaft gets thicker; a massive bulbous head erupts from the top.

You watch in horrified fascination as it morphs into a huge, obscene facsimile of a human male penis, but bigger in every dimension. The black metallic surface of the fluid begins to ripple; ridges form and move up the shaft, looking like large black doughnuts as they move from the base to the tip of the huge ferro-cock.

Your ferro-suit starts to stir.

The pleasantly filling phallus inside you is withdrawn; you see it extrude from the suit and then reform into something a bit more sinister! An exact replica in size and shape of the ferro-version you can see through the Lab window.

The suit ripples in preparation, and you feel a touch of something almost familiar on your pussy lips. Like the pads of human fingers gently parting you; your legs are drawn further apart. Further and further; more and more, until you are spread wide; your legs almost in the splits position.

The image you see of yourself in the visor is both disturbing and exciting at the same time. Powerless to resist its intent, you realize that the suit has negated your will through its implacable power; nothing you can do will stop it.

The massive, threatening cock is poised now; the ripples have disappeared, but the glistening slick red latex cock hovers, throbbing and twitching as if waiting for a signal; at its tip the same black/purple fluid the suit sprayed on your face. The fluid dribbles out of a hole in the tip, then down the shaft; small spurts of fluid spray onto your waiting pussy lips.

You feel the suit spreading your lips further, opening you up to the invader that is about to penetrate and fill you. Your heart beats harder, faster. And then it starts its journey.

You feel the massive head touch your delicate inner lips; you are still wet from your previous orgasms, and thoroughly lubricated by the suit’s ferrofluid, so at first there is little resistance. It pushes further into you as you watch yourself being violated by the huge red invader.

It is surprisingly warm, almost body temperature; the head slowly pushing inside; you feel yourself stretching to accommodate its massive thickness. Millimeter by millimeter it penetrates you; your tight walls pushing back futilely against its unstoppable force. With one final push, the head pops inside you; you can feel your pussy contract back down over the smaller shaft as the massive cock-head continues its penetration of you.

Each inch of the massive red ferro-cock slowly forces its way inside; you can feel each and every movement. The feeling of intense pressure, of being so full, so stretched excites you; images flash through your head, images of being consumed by the suit, controlled by the suit.

An endless cycle of being penetrated, fucked, mercilessly taken by it. Shapes, dozens of shapes flit through your thoughts. You wonder what they would feel like inside you.

Your attention turns to the video in the visor.

The huge red ferro-cock is fully inside you now, but soon it begins to pull slowly out. Then back in. and out, beginning a relentless thrusting motion, pistoning in and out of your latex covered pussy.

You watch yourself and begin to realize that you relish the predicament you are in; a voyeuristic peep show, with yourself as the subject.

Having no chance of stopping what is happening to you, a calm realization that you can submit yourself to this experiment sets in. You can take whatever pleasures await you with no guilt, no moralizing, and no regrets.

You feel the sweat trickling down your back, tickling you as it gently flows between your skin and the suit; A willing participant now, you start to thrust back against the huge cock inside you; thrusting your hips against it, trying to mash your swollen clit on the base of the suit’s massive red member.

In your visor you see a change in the ferrofluid in the vessel; the large rings that were present before are back! They ripple up the shaft of the black ferro-cock with increasing speed, growing, pulsing as they move.

Inside you, you feel the suit alter its rhythm. Suddenly, you feel a massive expansion of the red latex suit-cock inside you. in concert with the Laboratory cock, the suit follows in lock step.

Each thrust inside you now pushes deeper, the red ferro-cock’s expanding rings spread you with each stroke; you can feel each ring as it moves up the shaft and stretches you wider and wider.

Desperately, you push yourself back onto the massive cock inside you, trying to bring yourself to orgasm. The expansion and contraction of the rings, together with the relentless, deep fucking you are receiving, brings you right to the edge.

Your visor shows another change. The head of the Laboratory cock suddenly expands into a huge “bulb” at the tip. your eyes widen at the thought of what is about to happen!!

You explode! Bucking and writhing inside the suit, the head so deep inside you has suddenly expanded to huge proportions; it is so big that the ferro-cock has stopped its pumping movement, leaving the huge head stuck deep inside you. The fullness and feeling of complete penetration and control, makes you cum in huge spasms. You scream and shake, your body within the suit is covered in sweat and your own cum; slippery and sensitive, the entire surface of skin on your body feels like one big erogenous zone.

As you cum, the suit squeezes tight, allowing you very little movement. your body’s spasms fight against the bonds of the suit; the suit tightens around your neck, restricting the blood supply to your brain, creating the sensation of erotic asphyxia.

The thought of being so controlled, dominated and restrained, thrills you; your mind releases a potent cocktail of endorphins and adrenaline which amplifies the electrical nerve impulses that your body is experiencing. Your orgasm multiplies 5 fold over anything else you have ever felt; until shaking, cumming and screaming, you eventually pass out from a combination of the intensity of the experience and the asphyxia.

Awakening, the first thing you comprehend, is that you are still impaled on the suit’s temporary member; it seems to have decreased in size slightly and has stopped moving.

“Welcome back Colette;” you hear a slight smirk in Denise’s voice. “We assume that you enjoyed that last program; are you ok?”

Weak and tired from fighting the suit, you reply in the affirmative, by nodding your head.

“Ok then. we shall proceed.”

Not sure if you can take much more of this overstimulation, you wonder if you have made a huge mistake.

“To give you a break, we have instituted the massage program.”

Lying there covered in sweat and your own fluids, shaking and muscles cramping, a massage sounds like just the thing to ease you back to reality.

The suit begins to rhythmically squeeze and release at various points all over your body. It feels like dozens of strong hands are kneading your flesh.

Relaxing by the minute, you feel every muscle in your body being stroked, massaged and soothed. You close your eyes, reliving the last few minutes, visions of yourself helpless, fucked and controlled by the suit that now caresses you so gently.

Tiny movements of the suit begin around the entrance to your pussy; just like the touch of a lover’s tongue, the suit now delicately teases you with feather-like touches. You feel your outer lips being gently gripped as if by fingers; each lip is exquisitely pulled, teased and massaged. The suit moves on to your inner lips. Again, each lip is gently manipulated tenderly, a featherlike touch, a slight pull here, a delicate caress there.

Your arousal begins again, but this is different; not the powerful, almost brutal penetration and mechanical fucking like before, but more as if a gentle lover is exploring your body.

Delicate strokes all over your body; the sensations at your pussy feel like a hot, wet pair of lips is wrapped around your clit; like a long, moist tongue is licking the entrance to your pussy.

Now, gentle suction at each nipple; warm and delightful, soothing and relaxing. Each breast is lightly squeezed and released in a slow, easy motion.

You feel warm and relaxed. then slight pressure. Your eyes have been closed as you have relaxed; you open them and stare at the video in your visor.

The whole suit is pulsating, rippling around your entire body; squeezing, massaging you. What shocks you though is the vision of what the suit has formed near your head. A perfect replica of a human tongue! But this tongue is at least 2 feet long and made of ferrofluid filled red latex.

It looks vaguely repulsive; red, with a slight sheen of moisture on it, thousands of small papillae on its surface. It sinuously winds its way around your face and head, stopping briefly to gently probe your lips, your eyelids, and your ears. It comes to rest over your lips and gently strokes them; slowly, almost patiently, it extends a glistening, wet tip and gently starts to part your lips.

You feel it warm and alive on your lips, like the tongue of a lover; you relax and give it access to your mouth. Deliciously, sensuously, it explores you; inside your lips, entwining with your tongue, almost passionately; filling your mouth like no human tongue could.

You watch in your visor as it enters your mouth; startled by how organic it feels; how gently it kisses you, how completely it fills your mouth; you start to kiss it back.

As you reciprocate, the tongue explores further; probing your throat; its slippery, sensual exploration of you makes you wonder how much deeper inside you, it can go. It stops suddenly, and it gently withdraws.

Watching yourself through the cameras, you see the tongue migrate downwards, moving along the surface of the suit; down, until it is positioned between your legs.

Moving almost snakelike, the two foot long, red tongue replaces whatever had been massaging your pudenda; you gasp at its first touch; wet and hot, its first contact with your pink, inner flesh thrills you; an almost electric pulse of desire wells up from the center of your body.

Deftly, carefully, the red latex tongue dips between your wet lips; gently beginning to lick your clitoris. Your pink bud responds to its caresses; stiffening and swelling under its persistent attention. Fully erect now, your clit is completely exposed to the tongue’s skillful movements.

Licking you from the base of your clit to the tip, the tongue swirls around your erect flesh; surrounding it, teasing it. Faster now, it begins to apply more pressure; you can feel yourself about to have another shattering orgasm. It stops.

The tongue leaves your clit, and begins to probe between your pussy lips; licking their full length, flicking, pulling them. Then further… deeper.

You feel the slick red ferro-organ start to probe inside you; with gentle darting motions, like a hummingbird’s tongue reaching inside a flower to taste its nectar. Each flick, each lick goes deeper inside your wetness; the sinuous movements inside you leave you gasping with pleasures unknown to you before. Your mind spins as you watch the scene unfolding before you in your visor.

From above, you see the shape of a Woman; her body engulfed in red Latex; waves within the thin membrane of the suit are running up and down her entire body, as the suit continues its massage of her. Between her legs a huge disembodied red tongue weaves and slithers over her, inside her; then withdrawing, only to plunge back inside her wet, stretched orifice again. You watch as the tongue inserts more of its length and girth inside her. She is you, you are She.

Suddenly withdrawing, the sinuous, red tongue splits in two; straight down its center.

One of the tongue “branches” becomes more insistent. The tongue slithers it’s way deep inside you now; caressing, licking, expanding, twirling, sliding inside your wetness. It stops at a tight bundle of nerves, a plexus about two or three inches inside you and flicks.

Your eyes widen, your pupils dilate, a sharp intake of breath, before you scream and wail. The tongue has found the exact center of your G-spot and now probes, lashes and prods at it. Squirming, shaking and almost dancing in ecstasy, your entire body tenses; muscles flex, tendons tighten like ropes. From deep inside your body, the tongue continues to tease.

You watch in the visor as the second “branch” of the tongue goes into motion. Slowly and gently, it eases between your nether cheeks, until you feel it touching the sensitive tight ring of your anus. Patiently, it caresses the outer ring of your asshole, occasionally probing the tight, wrinkled center.

Breathing harder now, you wonder what plans the suit has for you.

Suddenly the gentle caresses turn to more insistent probing; the lower tongue seeks entrance to your tight little hole, and opens you up; the huge ferro-tongue starts a “pumping” noise, and you feel something warm and slick being sprayed inside you. The ferrofluid! It pumps your ass full of the slippery sweet fluid, until you are thoroughly prepared; then slipping past your tight little ring, it worms its way inside you, pulsing, rippling and licking as it goes.

Further inside you now, it begins to move, almost wiggle as you feel it start to lick your delicate inner membranes; the sensation is the most extraordinary thing you have ever felt.

Slowly, as it licks your anal bud from inside you, it expands again; with every lick, every twitch, it grows bigger; you feel yourself being inexorably stretched; wider and wider it spreads your asshole and rectum until it is filling you completely.

Again, you feel the telltale signs of your impending orgasm; your toes start to curl, your feet point. then nothing. it stops. Nothing for 30 seconds; you want to cry out, to make it start again so you can claim another orgasm. Frustrated and annoyed, you lie there unable to even move.

The keyboard clicks and thankfully the tongues live again. On screen in the Lab, you watch as the tongue in the vessel begins to change shape. It lengthens, and the tip becomes slimmer, maybe the thickness of a pencil and has a small bulb at the end.

Inside your pussy, the tongue continues its work. You feel it lengthen and press deeper inside you. The tongue in your ass, and the tongue in your pussy begin to press up against each other, almost touching each other through the thin walls of your flesh that separate them. Squirming, rubbing, caressing each other, the slick tongues continue their penetration of both of your stretched and filled holes.

The first tongue continues to lick, probe and caress your pussy for a minute, then subtly, slowly, its pattern changes. So deep inside you, it has reached your cervix; the sensation of the tongue teasing at the entrance to your womb is strange, yet affects you deeply.

Feelings, emotions you have never imagined surface in you. To be so deeply penetrated, to have something in the center of your being, touched, caressed by an inorganic “device” like this is overwhelming; something buried in your psyche, in the core of what it means to be a Woman emerges; Tears wash down your cheeks; you do not know why. Maybe no-one is supposed to be so completely “taken,” controlled and penetrated; touched in that place.

The tongue works for a while, continuing its licking, relaxing the tight ring of muscle that is your cervix. You feel a change, relaxation, something opening!

The tongue’s stimulation has caused your cervix to dilate; relaxed, it opens and allows access even deeper inside you.

The tip of the tongue presses against the tight ring of muscle, trying to slowly force its way past your cervix and into your womb. the tip begins to expand, the bulb at the tip growing, forcing your cervix wider. Again, you feel the ferrofluid pumping inside you. the suit wants to fuck you to your very core. it needs to penetrate past your final level of resistance. with one final thrust, you feel the bulb “pop” through; pain radiates from your core; pain, but also something more, something more intimate, more emotionally affecting.

The combination of the stimulation of your G-spot nerve plexus and the insistent penetration of your cervix and womb causes you to finally explode.

Controlling you from the very center of your being, the throbbing, slithering tongue slides in and out of you; licking, fucking, forcing you even wider open as you shudder with each orgasmic spasm.

Sobbing with emotion, your face covered in tears as you are forcibly, deeply penetrated and cumming harder than you ever have before, you surrender completely to this “thing” that has taken control of your inner self, your core, your Womanhood.

As you continue your shattering orgasms, your mind reels with images of what you wish for, what you WANT the suit to do to you; envisioning the endless forms it can take, the depths of control it can exert, how wonderfully and completely it can penetrate, fuck and caress you.

All you need, all you want is the suit, and it NEEDS you; you know this to be true; it needs YOU; for how can it be happy, if it does not possess you, what is its purpose if not to fuck you for eternity, to use you, explore your limits and the hidden secret places inside you, to give you yet unknown pleasures.

You gaze at the erotic figure in the camera’s eye. The form of a Woman, encased in a red cocoon; she is imprisoned, a captive experiment; impaled on writhing red tongues, her openings stretched, wet, full; she is mercilessly, implacably fucked and pleasured by the endless machinations of the ferrofluid. Her mouth opens, and she receives the suit’s tongue again, meeting it with her own.

As you cum again and again, your vision is filled with the sight of your own lithe body; every hole is possessed and controlled by the suit; wet, sinuous limbs fuck you; glistening, covered in your body’s fluids they plunge deep inside you, fucking you to your very core; overpowering your body, making you into a mindless, luscious fuck-toy for the suit to explore.

Watching from the booth, the Scientists scribble frantically. Dr

Denise Adams writes:

1. Subject has reacted even better than we thought.

2. The suit has replaced her reality with something else. We don’t know quite what yet.

3. More experiments will be necessary to study these effects.

4. For just now, we will continue with this subject, using different shapes and bigger versions of the ferro-devices to find her ultimate limits.

5. We have not used the feedback from the subject’s own brain output yet. She can create whatever she wishes once she learns to use the feedback device to control the suit.

More to come.