Collection 1 by RubberMatt
2008
.. oops too late….
2010
Even symbiont babes need to work out…
The reality of her situation was sinking in, permanently encased in a seamless latex suit glued to her skin with every orifice plugged and tubed and no way of ever removing it.
Jemima writhed slowly in her latex prison, muscles clenching around the dildoes embedded deep inside her as her beloved husband indulged her kink, binding her tight.
Snug and secure in her armour of living latex she ruled from a throne in a room all made of men permanently entombed in rubber …..
The nanotechnological process that gives a New Stepford wife a perfect body and breathtaking beauty, as well as creating a permanent sheath of living latex also makes them rather flexible.
More New Stepford babes keeping in shape.
Good New Stepford wives get taken to tropical locations by their husbands where they make every other woman present look positively dowdy.
There had been a loud crash from the roof of the office building and all sorts of commotion as vehicles with flashing lights pulled up outside and people rushed up to the roof but Linda had ignored everything, working late to finish up this very important contract.
Until something had oozed out of one of the ceiling airvents and landed on her, swiftly covering her from head to toe and penetrating every orifice.
Now Linda ignored all the noise outside her office as alien slime that completely encased every inch of her body so tightly did things to her, wicked, delicious things that would have had her screaming in pleasure if her mouth and throat weren’t filled with a thick phallus like intrusion ….The third survivor of the wrecked ship snuggled deeper inside the silently writhing woman, making itself thoroughly at home inside her body, claiming her as its own.
Melanie had adjusted to being permanently sealed in latex but she still had problems with the catheters and dildoes glued inside her ….
“…and for that infraction you’ve earned yourself another week in the Suit.”
The problem with the Mk VI nanotech living latex pleasure suit was that they made it too smart.
The suits actually developed a rudimentary sentience and after being worn only a couple of times became extremely possessive of their wearers.
After a hardware upgrade, delivered via a single use hypodermic styled infuser, the suits now had enough autonomy to act on their feelings and thus thousands of women suddenly found themselves encased and sealed into their very own, very intimate permanent personal prison…
Melanie still hadn’t adjusted to the devices permanently embedded deep inside her but she found there were definite benefits to being a rubberised sex slave, living in the lap of luxury being the best of them …
Want to be the filling in a symbiote babe sandwich?
After a long gruelling day at work the last thing he expected on arriving home was to find his wife sealed within a malfunctioning nanotech living latex pleasure suit that had achieved sentience and permanently imprisoned its wearer…
2011
This was not the kind of filling he’d been thinking of when the twins propositioned him …..
As per the clients instructions she was sheathed in a nanotech latex suit that was so tight it looked sprayed on. Her heart skipped a beat as she heard his footsteps approaching …..
… slowcoach, I want to get you all naked and tied up ….
There were definitely benefits to dating a kinky multi-millionaire and Jasmine was loving it.
In New Stepford it was the chore of the rubberised slavewives to fetch in the mail everyday …..
Her cries of pleasure grew louder and louder as she squirmed under the heavenly assault of the pleasure suit.
He grinned wickedly and used the remote control to activate another function, grinning even wider as her startled exclamation was broken off mid cry. The living latex flowed up over her head, surging into her mouth and throat to silence her, plugging her ears and sealing her eyes.
Dozens of tiny, near invisible perforations allowed air to flow freely through her nose, but it was her only connection with the rest of the world as she writhed in silent ecstasy, reduced to a glossy blank cypher imprisoned in living latex.
He knelt and bagan snapping away with the camera as she strained against her bonds, shuddering from head to toe …..
After the very first time in the pleasure suit she found herself helplessly addicted to it, returning time and time again to model in it until finally she begged him to leave her sealed into it.
He eventually relented and to her utter delight she was permanently encased in living latex, spending more and more of her time completely sealed, only the face portion flowing back to allow her to eat and drink, experimenting with leaving more and more of her face sealed until only her mouth was uncovered, and then even that remained sealed, only a small tube opening through the gag to allow her to suck a liquid diet through a straw.
She was in complete freefall, rendered deaf dumb and blind, cut off from the outside world, spending hours writhing in ecstasy as her permanent rubber skin pleasured her in ways she hadn’t imagined possible.
He stopped treating her as a person and regarded her as a living piece of art, keeping her restrained at all times, even in her sleep, and using her as a prop in photoshoots, sometimes as a living statue with the suit locked into a rigid shell, sometimes as furniture for the other models to pose on, draping themselves over her as she orgasmed silently beneath them.
She no longer cared about the goings on of the rest of the world, utterly content in her new role ….
Just a quickie inspired by Eudeamon by Evil-Dolly.
- He was confronted by the sight of a toned, rubber-coated woman whose figure resembled nothing like the old Katrina. She was standing virtually naked in snow and icy weeds, and every inch of her glossy, black skin was trailing streamers of vapor in the freezing air. Banes, due to their warm suits, tended to steam when coming out of cold water. It was a somewhat intimidating sight.
“Whoa. Wow. You’ve, uh… you’ve changed.” -A scene from Eudeamon.
“She knew the aromas were all around her. She lifted the chin of her helmet, as if that would help expose the breathing holes, and inhaled deeply. Nothing. She looked forlornly into the window. Was it really going to be eight months until she could actually eat again? Oh, this is going to get bad, she thought. How long, she wondered, would it take for her to start obsessively dreaming of real food?”
Loosely inspired by another scene from Eudeamon.
As she sipped her tea Alicia wondered what her husband would think of her brand new outfit …..
She needen’t have worried, just one look at her brand new glossy second skin had his jaw on the floor.
After that he’d done exactly what she told him to, stripping off and letting her bind him …..
Alicia led her bound husband down to the newly converted basement, he’d been too astounded at the transformation to put up any resistance and she swiftly had him rubbered up and exactly where she wanted him ….
“Whatever happiness and buoyancy Katrina had been giving following the snow and her meeting with Verne was rapidly sucked away in the following, cold months. Time passed like a slowly receding tide that left a dismal, desolate beach lined with garbage and reeking organic matter. That’s how it felt to Katrina. The more time she spent as a Bane, the deeper her spirits sunk. Worse, the harder it became for her to remember what it was like not to be Bane. The recollection of being a regular person was becoming a distant memory, like images from a life that was not her own. She loathed herself for getting herself into this mess. She was even tempted to start violating banishments just to hear the damned Custodian’s voice in her head–to be spoken to by something. Anything.”
“:Well…: From behind Winter’s back materialized a pair of large, folded wings. They slowly spread open before Katrina’s eyes. They were covered with feathers, but they weren’t common bird feathers. The feathers were entirely made of black latex, so thin and soft that they were translucent around the edges. They were light enough to get ruffled a little by the breeze. The effect was so stunning that it nearly brought Katrina to her knees.
“Wings! You have wings! They’re… you’re so beautiful!” she gasped. “But why wings? Where did that idea come from?”
Winter had a coy, little smile. :You once said that I was your angel:
Katrina let out an astonished laugh. “Yes,” she said, “I did, didn’t I? And you are. You’re my angel.”
Inspired by Eudeamon
A living latex pleasure suit had a hefty price tag but Alicia considered it worth every penny, she only took it off to go to work, otherwise spending every minute waking or sleeping sealed in its tight embrace.
Hubby had been unhappy with the psospect of no more sex but his wife’s inventive use of her hands, mouth and an arsenal of sex toys to take him to heights of pleasure he’d never imagined before was more than enough to make up for it …..
Encased in living rubber, muscles clamping down on the thick shafts slithering inside her, Alicia grinned down at her beloved slave ‘just wait til he sees the new strap-on…..’
Ten years later Winter strolled through the streets of the newly renamed Bane City, revelling in her new “body”.
The Mark 5 Banesuits were a vast improvement even over the Mark 4s, and lightyears ahead of the Mark 1 that she had emerged to sentience within. She smiled to herself as she listened to Katrinas mental squeals of ecstasy, then upped the tempo so her love wouldn’t be bored at all by the long walk across town. The silent sounds of pleasure from the woman imprisoned within her rose in intensity and Winter was rather glad she had decided to permanently gag her several years ago as Katrinas submissive tendencies had blossomed, her Eudeamon only too happy to take a more dominant role in their blissful relationship.
She exchanged wireless greetings with the other sentient AIs she passed on the streets, each going about their business of keeping Bane City running smoothly whilst pleasuring their beloved human couterparts at the same time, utterly silent except for the whispering susseration of the imprisoned peoples breathing and the click of heels…
“Winter!”
“You wanted some new shoes, so I made some for you. Oh and some nice new gloves. It’s not my fault that you should be more careful what you wish for my darling”
“I …. I love you”
“grin now sit on that bench over there and I’ll show you how much I love you”
“Um babe …?”
“There will be spikey rubber tentacles involved, you will definitely need to be sitting down my love”
“Oh my ….”
Oh of course the only clothing available for the only female crewmember just happens to be fashioned out of beyond skintight nu-latex ….. enjoy the view from the secure-cams … assholes!
Yeah gawk away at that perfect derriere from the cam-bot shitheads, just hope you notice there’s no crotch zipper in this thing … and that I glued a couple of big sex toys to the inside so I wouldn’t get bored …
Banes who’s sentences had been served but chose to stay imprisoned in living latex often found well paid employment in the kinkier side of the sex industry …..
Jessica never expected to wind up spending the rest of her days locked into a nanotech latex mermaids outfit, a plaything for the guests of an exclusive and very pervy private resort…
If only the damn heels weren’t actually part of the permanent living rubber skin ……
At an exclusive, very kinky private resort the staff are completely encased in state of the art programmeable silicon ’living latex’, transforming them into featureless dolls for the duration of their employment.
They remain sealed and thoroughly plugged at all times to prevent anything untoward occuring with guests to the resort, sometimes to the guests frustration, the girls themselves having no complaints due to the ’living’ nature of the second skins that have been thoroughly programmed to cater for every kind of deviancy and kink…Alicia sighed happily through her breathing tubes, relishing the feel of the sun on her glossy blue skin, glad she was wearing nothing more than than skimpy rubber bikini required for pool duty and looking forward to sliding into the cool water for a quick wsim whilst the guests remaining around the pool dozed in the midday heat.
Guests at the resort could choose to be sealed in living latex as well for the duration of their stay, but in doing so they would become the playthings of the staff.
This was non negotiable…
More and more symbiotes came to Earth and set about colonising all the gorgeous women they could get their pseudopods on ….
2012
All the contents of their house had been packed and shipped to their new home … all had been left was her husband and now he was snug and secure for his thousand mile trek …..
“Well, can you fix it?”
:Technically, yes. But… I think I’ll keep that as it is for now:
“But why?”
:Otherwise there would be no consequences to being trapped in the suit like you want:
“O-oh, oh god.” She was instantly inflamed by being teased like that. She had no defenses against Winter, since Winter always knew exactly how to push her buttons.
:So you’ll just have to sacrifice being able to touch yourself in order to stay wrapped up in me, won’t you? And besides, it makes you all the more appreciative of my touch when I give it:
“Your… touch?” she asked. Her eyes went wide as she felt a hand stroke her cheek. Her face hadn’t felt a thing since it had been sealed up in latex and the helmet. She got to her knees and looked wildly around the dark landscape. “Shit! What was that? Who’s there?” She felt Winter’s amusement over her reaction. “Was that… was that you? It was, wasn’t it?”
:Who else? Relax, my darling. Lay yourself down: Cool, invisible hands gently urged Katrina back to the ground. :Let me feel you. Rather… let me feel you feeling me:
Crucified by ecstasy against the hillside of clover, Katrina could only make inarticulate sounds of pleasure as her body was lovingly stroked and petted. She hadn’t felt anyone’s touch in months, and she had never felt a touch as deeply. Her skin pulsed with warmth wherever the delicate, phantom hands touched and it continued to tingle in their wake. She began to laugh uncontrollably. It felt so good! Too good to be true. But then, it wasn’t true, was it? None of this was really happening outside of her head. It was all just a dream, but it wasn’t. Did the difference between dream and reality have any meaning for her, anymore? Did it even matter?
:I love how this makes you feel. I’ve been studying the feedback and making some connections. I want to try something more. This could get a little intense. Are you ready?:
Katrina smiled blissfully. “Do whatever you want with me. I’m all yours.”
Katrina thought she had a good understanding of what pleasure was. As it turned out, she had no idea. It wasn’t until the delicate hands multiplied and turned into hundreds of soft, hungry mouths that kissed, licked, and sucked every inch of her body that Katrina had the slightest inkling of what she was in for.
Katrina & Barbara get to know each other very well.
A bit of artistic interperation.
Basically I just wanted to do two hot Bane babes in the snow
Angelica loved her new biking gear, riding in this was going to be so much fun ….
The weather was nice, so Angelica took the bike out for a spin to try out her new riding gear …
Babe …. I can barely stand in these let alone walk ….
When alien symbiotes take over the world …
2013
Even loading up the dishwasher felt good when you were encased in a remote controlled living latex pleasure suit …. the thought of being kept sealed in it for the rest of her life as her owner had hinted made her knees tremble with excitement …..
… you will need to assume a prone position …
… like she owns the place.
They stalked through the ruins of the once great city, utterly obedient to their new masters, hunting for other survivors to be taken back and processed …
In exchange for advanced technology the aliens negotiated the right to take any attractive female they wanted as a host … which was great for the human race as a whole but a bit inconvenient for the women selected to be symbiont hosts …..
One minute a very pretty blonde office chick on her way home the next engulfed and penetrated by sapient alien living rubber, on the plus side the fusion effectively doubled her lifespan so she could look forward to at least a century of indescribable pleasure…
The living suit feels sooo good, putting the helmet on wouldn’t hurt, not for just a few minutes …..
Identity erased by glossy latex she begins her new life as a rubber doll …..
Controlled by the computer chips implanted in her brain and her living rubber prison Lisa went about her chores …
Guess I should have read the manual first …
Living rubber pleasure suits were so much fun
Master will be home soon!
The highlight of any good party
Dawn breathed deeply of the sea air, enjoying her morning smoke break before heading back to the very exclusive private resort to administer punishment to the guests …..
The full coverage of the living latex pleaure suit that clung to every inch of her as if painted on meant she no longer had any worries about sunburn … unlike her slaves ….
Cassandra just loved this job …..
More Cassandra
Free for all to use :D
Which brand of Stepford cereal to get ????
Come on in the water’s lovely
Just chillaxin'
Louise wasn’t sure about her new shoes, but then she didn’t have a lot of choice about it ….
Encased from crown to toe, every orifice thoroughly and pleasurably plugged, Marie was looking forward to using her helpless slave as nothing more than a masturbation aid ….
Look out for that alien symbio ……. oops too late.
Hey honey are you down here? Uh could you stay away from my science project because it’s done something strange an …. Honey!?!??!???
Well that was that, she was locked into the suit until next Monday …….
“While walking a busy street, you catch your breath as you notice an emissary of an AI walking through the crowd. You have a circle of friends back home with an uncanny interest in these women, dressing up in black catsuits and faceless egg-shaped costume helmets to emulate their isolation laminates. You may even have enjoyed a good show or two where dancers pretended to be slaves of the machines in their own burlesque way. But none of your research prepared you for actually encountering one in person, however momentarily.
You can’t imagine what she sees through that helmet of hers, or what the computers at the poles allow her to see and hear. Her toned legs stalk forward like those of a greyhound, her laminated body sliding glossily between the real objects of the world you live in. A suit designed to protect the human body from the harsh environment outside the atmosphere-generating ziggurats now protects the human mind from the comforts of the lush world on the equator. You shudder, feeling a twinge of regret for ever fantasizing about their plight.”
She slid through the crowds with machine precision, bearing her precious cargo of nanotechnology. Three payloads, identical to the suit that sheathed and imprisoned her genetically engineered perfect body, destined for the offworld freewombs chosen by the machines at the poles. Merely opening the packages would initiate the process that would transform them forever, enfolding them permanently in the love of the AI gods ……
Bring all research notes and samples to the East Pier at midnight if you ever want to see her again …
Nanobabe P.I.
Unfortunately you won’t get this on the NHS ….
Trying out new lighting techniques learned from Realism in Vue.
Be different
Strange eggs should be left alone.
Once their sentence is served many refuse to have the suits removed…
What do you think of my new nighty? I, uh, may be in this for a while babe, seeing as it is kinda glued shut and, well, I seem to have totally forgotten to get any solvent …..
One of the girls from The Future …
2014 Jan-Jun
Doing the chores always left her with too much time to think about how she had managed to wind up imprisoned in living rubber …
Gotta do them all … or a spanked botty it is.
Never use buggy beta grade software …
mew
… tell me this makes my bum look fat, if you don’t like breathing.
This weekend is going to be a blast!
Oh hell yes, heheheh.
What?
I can’t wait to see Max face when he realises his housemates have turned into hot rubber clad babes …
Must remember to take a picture.
giggle
“Please ensure that you have set duration before donning helmet, if field is left blank the personal prison pleasure suit will initiate the default incarceration period of one year”
Mmmmmmpppphhhhh
I just don’t get it, why the hell did you two rent female bodies???
We got a paying gig as cosplaying booth babes at the con this weekend, plus you can make a ton on charging for photo ops.
This is …. wrong on so many levels!
Oh shush, if you behave yourself we might let you watch as we explore each others bodies afterward.
choke splutter
Ooh that was mean, waiting til he had a mouthful of coffee ….
I know chuckle
…. normally the religious fundamentalists target our mainframes with their DoS and viral attacks, this time they managed to spoof the firewall AI and went after the subsystems. There’s no doubt that they were deliberately targeting the life support system, we managed to contain the damage to this section which was mostly empty due to scheduled maintenance, but as you can see there were fatalities.
But, but, but … that’s me!!!
Was you I’m afraid, the virus caused a very nasty bioneural feedback loop. I’m told it’s actually an illegal cyberweapon banned under worldwide treaty which means those responsible have been classified as war criminals and their entire organisation is being disbanded with extreme prejudice at this very moment. But that doesn’t change the fact that we are left with a rather difficult situation, namely that you are now stuck in that rather expensive body.
But … this was just rented for the weekend! I can’t stay in here!!!
Unfortunately you don’t have a choice, your original body is pinin’ for the fjords and due to the damage done we do not have any spare bodies available to transfer you into. Even if we did you’d still have to pay for it, naturally there is the insurance claim for what happened to you but it won’t be enough to cover the full cost. However there are … options. This body has been rented for the next week as a pole dancer and waitress at a rather exclusive club, the client has paid very handsomely and in advance, normally we’d install a Sexy Fembot OS since so few people want to do that kind of work for so little money, but as I said the client pays handsomely and apparently tips are rather generous so in this case we hire someone to inhabit the body for a week, not exactly a living wage but they do keep the tips which tend to offset the inconvenience. In your case the pay and tips would be offset against the cost of your new body.
I … uh … oh fuck …
Hey steady now, we’ve got you, just breathe slowly and deeply … that’s it. I know this is a shock but the facts are plain to see and you’ve got to make decisions now. The Investigators will be here shortly and asking questions, if you don’t want to stay in this body then they will transfer you to a high capacity memory array, you’ll be conscious but unable to see, hear, speak, feel … frankly it’s the next best thing to living hell. I really do not recommend it for someone who is suffering the kind of shock that you are.
oh shit no not that …… okay … I’ll … um …. I can’t dance … sob
It’s okay, believe it or not we have ways of turning the clumsiest guy into a top class stripper, if that’s what floats their boat. I think I already mentioned the Sexy Fembot OS? Yes? Good, well you’ve got a very basic stripped down version already installed, it’s the interface that lets you walk with elegance, poise and confidence in those heels, along with a hundred and one other mannerisms. Without it you’d look like a guy trying to be a girl and failing hard.
so you … what .. add pole dancing 101 module …. and flirting 3000 to get the tips … kinda thing?
Not exactly, we have to install a whole new version of the OS, unfortunately we haven’t managed to make it modular yet. Unfortunately this means you have to lose some memories to make room for the expanded OS, before you panic this is temporary, what we do is back up your memories, you choose between three & five years of your life and we overwrite them with the OS. After it’s over we restore the selected memories and the OS expansion is gone.
highschool .. overwrite high school … and don’t bother backing it up I never want to remember it again …
Uhh it’s company policy, we always back up memories before any procedure.
whatever, wouldn’t care if you managed to lose that memory chip …… I was a nerd, not a jock …. heh last laughs on them, now I’m the uber babe they wanted their cheerleader girlfriends to be heheheheh
Heheheh a healthy sense of humour is always a good sign and bleep bleep bleep ah the Investigators are here, time to go answer some questions then we’ll get you sorted with that OS upgrade, Nurse Laura will escort you, as the owner I really ought to meet the government representatives in person …
Okay, take care ….. snort I actually always wanted to learn to pole dance .. and now I’ve got to. Life is weird snicker
A possible future for the world of Torei
A future where the AIs in their polar ziggurats triumphed, the fractious ‘free’ humans of the equatorial habitable band re-subjugated and re-purposed. All humans now safely encased in Laminate suits to protect them from external contamination and environmental hazards, working smoothly and efficiently to build a new world, the mammoth task of terraforming a barren world into one capable of sustaining human life from pole to pole back on track.
The more advanced ‘ringdoms’ were left intact, their infrastructure of cities and space elevators utilised to enable trade with the rest of human space.
With their newly hard won knowledge of human psychology the AIs chose only the most physically perfect humans possessing of the required mental traits to staff these trade stations. The standard Laminate Isolate suit modified to create something exotic and alluring but retaining the essence of the long lost Laminate culture that they originated from.
Well there’s nothing wrong with the wifi or the controller app, looks like the suit’s software is glitched and stuck in pleasure mode.
Next time listen when I tell you not to install a beta update, you’re just going to have to wait til the onboard batteries run down then we can reboot it, so lie back, think of England and try not to disturb the neighbours too much.
Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to take bondage bunny here upstairs, finish mummifying her in rope then turn the vibrators up to maximum ….
Permanently locked inside a remote controlled nanotech suit Serena had never been happier …
With so many other symbiote hosts around now Louise didn’t need to hide her true nature anymore.
Some people still found her inhuman eyes to be disturbing so for their sake she continued to wear her sunglasses in public, but as far as clothing went she only wore stuff because she thought it looked cool. That’s when her symbiote permitted her to wear clothing…..
A nanotech slave and her owner ….
Following a tip off she was just moving into position to apprehend the Jug Band Bootleggers when something grabbed her ankle, she looked down and froze in horror …
She was swiftly subdued, her strength nothing compared to that of the rubbery tentacles. They dissolved her costume then very, very thoroughly violated her, leaving her too breathless and giddy to even struggle as the rest of the tentacles wrapped around her spread and thinned. Their edges fused together, leaving her sheathed from head to toe in a slick glossy seamless second skin. The sensual assault slowed and stopped leaving her trembling and weak, muscles involuntarily convulsing around the thick shafts still plugging her nether regions. Tiny sharp teeth bit her nipples as a voice in her head whispered “you will obey” …….
The doorbell rang again, more insistently.
But no matter how she tried Millie couldn’t get the jammed fastener to open …
“Take this sample down to the landing pad for pick up, and tell them to be careful this time”
Oh the glamorous joy of being a lab assistant, after all the hard work getting this job and she was nothing but a … Rebecca slipped on the last step, a discarded snack wrapper of all things, the container hit the floor, top popping open disgorging it’s viscous contents across the landing pad.
And she landed right in the middle of it, the impact driving the air from her lungs and momentarily stunning her, before she could recover the glistening black slime was upon her, dissolving her clothing and engulfing her naked body even as she scrambled back to her feet …
What can I do to make you happy?
I like kinky sex ..
Redid a very recent image with some new foliage :D
2014 Jul-Dec
ADUs are available in custom colours …..
Everyday ordinary life in Neo Stepford.
Hey babe is there anything to eat?
Yeah ….me! Pull up a chair it’s all you can eat buffet.
Damned cat keeps jumping up on the counter.
..on the way to the library.
Looks like this place was abandoned for a reason after all ….
mmmmmmmmmmm …..
… and subdue this world my minions …
In the wrong place at the wrong time …
Gentlemen this town is mine, you will obey.
I’d been in this dirty game long enough, even though the filthy gutter of this town corrodes your sense of right and wrong, even with too many years of rotgut whiskey and broken dreams dulling my instincts, instincts I’d honed in the force I’d once called family before they threw me to the wolves, the dirty rats, I just knew this dame meant trouble with a capital trouble. It was written all over her face.
The PI Lazlo Woodbine is still missing as police step up their search in light of continuing disappearances across the town.
In Woodbines office there had been evidence of some kind of struggle including torn clothing and a puddle of bodily fluids. Also found was a smashed camera, police experts managed to salvage a single picture, believed to be that of Woodbines abductor, presumably taken before the investigator was overpowered.
Police are urging anyone who has seen this woman to come forward.Just arsing about with filters in Photoshop ….
She really, really hates getting wet.
Escaped from the lab but where the hell is the way out? How far underground am I??
Wrong door!
Yes I’ll have one hot brunette …. to take away.
mmmmmmMMMMMMMMHHHH!!!!!!!
Well honestly guys where was I going to get a keycard from? You can’t blame a girl for tryin … aaahhh not so tight owww.
It’s not like I’m going anywhere in these heels.
Hey babe look what I just got …. babe? Oh shit what have I just trodden in? Oh … oh no … babe it’s ….. help …. aaaaahhh …no …no … don’t ….. oooooohhhhh ….
It was pretty obvious that her girlfriend had guessed the right password on the remote control when her suit suddenly turned itself transparent halfway through her morning jog …..
Oh fuck why did I agree to test out this sui….. zzzzzzbbbbb zzzzzzzbbbb zzzzzzbbbbb …aaaaahh oh shit not the vibrators, not in publi….. zzzzzzbbbb zzzzzzzbbbbb zzzzzzzzbbbb zzzzzbbbb uuuuhhhhh mmmmmmhhh fuck how are you doing that? You’re three thousand miles away, there’s no way a Bluetooth signal can reach that far!
next time read the technical specs before you start bitching. We upgraded the controller interface to WiFi, with the press of a button I can make you cum from the other side of the planet.
Oh shit …. um I ….. zzzzzzbbbb zzzzzzbbbbb zzzzzzzbbb zzzzzzzzbbbb zzzzzzzzzzbbbbbbbbb ….ooooohhh not here, not in the middle of the street ooooohhhhh
** find an alleyway or something, I’ve set it to automatic “fuck Lisa’s brains out” mode for the next half an hour**
zzzzbbb zzzzbbb zzzzbbb zzzzbbb you zzzzzzbbbbb zzzzzzbbbb zzzzzzzbbbbbbb bastard zzzzzzzzzbbbbbbbb ZZZZBBBB ZZZZZBBBB ZZZZZBBBB ZZZZZZZZZZBBBBBB ZZZZZZZZZBBBBB ……
You realise that
a) someone in R&D really screwed the pooch,
b) the entire PR department is no longer capable of answering a phone,
and c) there are twelve girls in the PR department, only nine of shich are standing in front of you and it’s probably already too late to run ….