For Science! by Rubbermatt
“Okay, give me a full status update.”
Suit integrity at 100%
Suit reserves at 100%
Suit integrity at 100%
Suit adaption at 100%
Subject resistance to suit imperatives ceased after 94 hours enclosure
Subject is fully compliant
Subject is currently in continuous edging & denial mode“Damn, it broke her in just four days. And she was boasting about lasting out the whole week.”
“Told you pleasure was the key. People develop methods of dealing with unimaginable levels of pain, but pleasure? No defence.”
“You were absolutely right. I honestly don’t think anyone could withstand that, I certainly couldn’t.”
“Would you? Try that I mean.”
“Absolutely. In a heartbeat. Umm, are we going to let her out?”
“Nope. She signed the waiver, minimum duration one week, no upper limit. Let’s give her a full month.”
“Evil. Sexy, but evil.”
“Thank you. Suit, increase duration of enclosure to one month.”
Confirmed, enclosure duration increased to one month
“Suit, inform subject of increased duration, then initiate pleasure mode, maximum stimulation, only one orgasm, but make it as intense and prolonged as physically possible. Then reiterate increased duration.”
Confirmed, Subject informed
Subject displaying signs of distress
*Initiating Pleasure Mode *
A whiles back a discussion on IIRC Psudonym’s discord spawned the Bird Cage Project.
There was Psu, John Doe & me chucking up concept art.
Barbara Gordon (Oracle) gets her hands on restricted Wayne-tech & (possibly) alien nanotech, & uses it to drone other female superheroines. Which she can remotely pilot, like she’s wearing their bodies.
She captures & drones Wonder Woman, Diana knows she can withstand any abuse, any torment, she can take ridiculous amounts of pain. Barabara activates the neural interface, Diana steels herself.
The intense massive, orgasm hits her like a freight train.
To her horror she realises she has no defence at all against this, tries to rally and the next orgasm hits.
It’s not long before she kneels prostrate before her Mistress, compliant and utterly obedient.
There was a lot of brainstorming & some brilliant concepts & writing. Like Catwoman & Harley Quinn being total painsluts, put 10,000 volts thru their nipples & they come like steam trains.
The original project was ruined by a couple of assholes trying to be ideas guys, ‘what if’ & ‘what about’, but not actually contributing.
Psu shut down the server sometime I had basically quit in disgust.
“How’s our drone doing?”
“Just going through her mandatory exercise routine.”
“Still want to be put in one of those suits & go through that?”
“God yes! Except ….”
“Except?”
“What about … you know. Us.”
kiss “Don’t worry babe, I have a thoroughly personalised conditioning regime planned for you.”
“Oh? Oooohhhh … I find your ideas intriguing and would like to subscribe to your newsletter.” giggle
“Okay babe, your training starts today. You look absolutely divine in that seamless latex prison by the way.”
mmmffff
“Right I’ve activated the onboard AI, see you in a few months my darling.”
+system operational+
+initiating drone conditioning protocol+mmmmmhhhhhnnnnn
+proceed to gym for daily routine workout+
“How are our delicious Dolls doing?”
“Hey Maxine. They are doing very well, the conditioning is taking nicely, as you can see.”
“Moving in perfect unison. And looking practically identical. How do you tell them apart.”
“At first by the slightly different body shapes, Leyla had much bigger boobs for instance. But with the suits gradually compressing them into the desired shape, the strict diet & exercise regime, plus the regular nanite injections to sculpt them to the perfect drone template they are literally identical.
Fortunately the first thing the suits do is implant an RFID chip in the back of their necks.”“Aahhh, clever.”
“Necessary. If your glasses have AR capacity you can link to the control system.”
“Ooohh, yes they do, let me just … there we go. Mia on the right & the lovely Leyla on the left.”
“Do you, uh, have any plans for Leyla? I know we were going to train her as a general office drone, but I know you two fooled around more than a few times, and she has a massive crush on you.”
“Now I am seriously tempted.”
“It would be a simple matter to duplicate Mia’s Love Doll training regime, change the subjects to Leyla & you, update the pleasure training to your personal tastes & start her conditioning as your personal sex toy.”
“is there time for that?”
“We’ve got 6 days before they complete basic drone protocols, more than enough time.”
“Oh goddess, yes, I’m sold. But how will she … with the helmet…?”
“After training the suits are stripped off & they both go in the nanite tanks for a month. They’ll be in hibernation basically, as the busy little machines sculpt them to our personal tastes, implant the support systems inside them & grow the love doll suits from head to toe, laminating layer by layer & fusing with their skin.”
“A month? But doesn’t the drone suit only take like, four days?”
“It does indeed, but the love doll suits are way more complex. They allow for intimate relations with your latex doll.”
“Oh my, now I can’t wait.”
“Mmmm, absolutely flawless. You know I’ve gotten used to them being around the office, and so has everyone else.”
“Indeed. But I’m eager to get my Mia Doll back where she belongs, collared & chained to my bed, quivering with anticipation to please her owner & master.”
“Rrrrwwwrrr, yeah, good point. Can’t wait to have Leyla kneeling before me, tap the icon on the controller, her gag melts to form a supple sheath lining her mouth, her full rubber lips part with a soft gasp …. stop it Maxine, you’re going to leave a wet patch on the chair.”
“Hahahahaha. But yeah, it does seem a little unfair to just take our Dolls home. So I have a plan. A plan so cunning you could put a tail on it & call it a weasel.”
“I’m intrigued Lord Blackadder, do please continue.”
“Very well, Lady FlashHeart, I will elaborate …”
“Hahahaha!”
“A couple of the girls that used to do this drudgework, just to qualify for the volunteer program, well they actually miss doing it. Even though the clerical work they do now pays better, it’s, well, just mind buggeringly dull.”
“Kati & Molly? Yeah they’ve talked to me about it too. They really miss swanning about head to toe in latex, being subby little …. oooohhh.”
“Yes, tomorrow Kati gets her old job back, but with the full Drone routine. Hard work but she keeps her current pay.
Leyla started her Drone training first, so in two weeks she’s sedated, stripped of the training suit & into the nanite tank. Her old training suit goes through checkup & overhaul. 48 hours tops.
Then Kati goes in the suit.”“Then Molly gets her old job back, same offer as Kati, 2 weeks later Mia goes in the tank, Molly is suited. Oh that’s good, that’s really good.”
“We can rotate our volunteers thru, alternating with paying customers.”
“But what do we do with all the drones. They won’t be able to stay living where they are now, faceless and all.”
“And the top two floors of this building are still zoned residential, back when this was apartments over shops.”
Maxine stared raptly at her soon-to-be Love Doll.
A heavily sedated Leyla had been carefully removed from the drone training suit, lifted into the nanite tank & hung motionless from two bars that looped under her shoulders. The tank sealed & thick viscous gel slowly filled it.
When the gel reached the unconscious girls breasts the bars had hinged down & retracted into the roof of the tank.
The thick gel supported Leyla’s weight evenly as it continued to climb, completely covering the girl & filling the entire tank.
Cooling systems whirred to life, the body temperature gel cooling rapidly & thickening further. Movement in the tank would be difficult & minimal.
Leyla was suspended, clearly illuminated, trapped like an insect embedded in amber.
After only 48 hours she was already pale & shiny as a mannequin, the nanites saturating the gel carefully constructing the substrate of her permanent latex prison & fusing it with her skin.
More of the busy little machines were hard at work, forming the waste reclamation & bio-reactor deep inside her, & weaving the neural interface into her brain.Maxine’s earpiece beeped “Hey.”
“Hey, how did the surveying go?”
“All done, not as bad as we feared. Mostly cosmetic damage. Dieter & the maintenance crew reckon they can deal with 85% of this stuff if we get them the materials, For the rest we’ll need contractors to get it to building regs. Can’t be avoided.”
“Not as good as we hoped for, but better than we expected. Alright let’s do this. The Smartex line of hosiery is selling like hot cakes, we have the cash, let’s get this place fixed up properly.”
“One increase in operational area & production coming up.
The spice must flow.”“You really are a colossal nerd.”
“And proud of it.”
“Less than two weeks to go.”
“I know, I can hardly wait. God I’m like a little kid impatient for Christmas.”
“Definitely be worth the wait.”
“Hell yes. Oh … did you sort out the AR thing for the drones?”
“Indeed I did. Revised the timing of the tank time to allow for it too. Doing a full drone suit in just 4 days was really pushing it, the chances of something going wrong were way too high.
So two weeks for a drone, one month for premium love dolls.
Slower production rates, but a much larger safety margin, & a better quality product.”“Better than overworking the systems & breaking them. Which would stop production completely. Uhh, maintenance?”
“We get 48 hours between each cycle to check for signs of wear & tear or breakage, every 12th cycle we take one tank offline & run a full inspection, change filters & run thru a deep clean routine.”
“Uggghh, looking forward to it already.”
“Hahaha. Don’t worry, before too long we’ll have some lovely obedient drones that can be programmed to do the drudge work and enjoy it.”
“Mmmm, now that I am genuinely looking forward too.”
“Knew you’d be in the lab.”
“Sorrreeeyy. I know I need to be down there, it’s just …”
“48 hours and she’ll be yours, until then its the launch party for the Smartex catsuits, the guests will be here any minute…”
“And I’m wearing one of the six catsuits currently in existence. I’m on my way .. I just needed this.”
“I do understand, got to wait two more weeks for my Doll … security just pinged, the first guests are pulling in to the carpark.”
“On my way!”
“Like we rehearsed.”
“Smile & wave.”
dollification complete
Maxine found she was literally trembling, after months of waiting it was finally time.
The tank drained, the thick gel slowly receding, as Leyla’s cocooned form was exposed the mechanical arm lowered from the roof of the tank, the curved bars pivoting to form a pincer, gripping the bound woman around the waist and holding her steady.
The last of the gel drained & a cleaning cycle started, leaving the encased girl gleaming. The tank opened & the finished Doll was lifted onto a gurney & wheeled to a nearby table.
Maxine changed from her business suit into something much more comfortable as the Doll slowly awakened from hibernation.
Faint muffled mewling & squirming, every minimal movement snubbed by the incredibly tight cocoon.“Oh my darling, you’re perfect.”
Maxine began caressing her helplessly compacted little Doll, silken sheathed hands gliding over slick latex.
“Welcome back my gorgeous Leyla Doll, there was a change of plans, you are not an office drone, you are now my personal Love Doll.”Increased futile squirming, such plaintive whimpering.
“You have been painstakingly sculpted to my every desire, conditioned to respond to only my voice. Oh, and let’s not forget biometrically locked to me.
I am your owner, Maxine, my pronouns are Mistress/Goddess, and you belong to me.”oh that little squeak when I spoke my name, the way she’s writhing so sensuously, the plaintive edge to her lustful moans as I caress every inch of her … no darling, you will come only when I decide you can.