She can't hold it anymore

It had been a few days since she had been taken off the zentai that had been brainwashing her. She'd even tried to go to university for a while, no one had even noticed she'd been gone for a couple days. But she couldn't concentrate at all. Her thoughts were haphazard and often completely irrelevant. And her constantly aching pussy kept her on her toes.

She tried to masturbate every day, despite her determination to live a normal life like a little child in the hope that she would be able to achieve orgasm today, she tried to masturbate in the evenings. But every time she failed, no matter what she shoved into herself. Even full-sized cucumbers and eggplants didn't help, it was like that part of her brain responsible for climaxing was just turned off. It drove her crazy every day and she realized she couldn't live a normal life.

As time went on, her everyday clothes began to feel too spacious and baggy. She missed that feeling of all-encompassing pressure on her body. She felt undressed even in her regular clothes, she felt cold and lonely. The thought of how the black zentai enveloped her body like a protective cocoon of the softest material in the entire world. No one would ever know that inside was a lovely girl named Christina.

She tried wearing pantyhose, but it was completely different. She bought even thicker pantyhose and covered her whole body with them, but it was still a whole other level.

"I want to wear that zentai... Just once..."

Every day, her mind yearned for the zentai she wore. In addition to the constantly itchy pussy and the inability to reach orgasm was driving her crazy.

At one point she broke down. She wore a white t-shirt and gym shorts. Her mind was clouded. She left the apartment without closing the door and headed towards the organization's base. For some reason, she clearly remembered the way there, but she barely remembered what she had done as a combatant.

She only whispered quietly to herself:

"Just once... I'm not a member of the organization... I just want to wear zentai..."

She didn't notice she was standing outside the abandoned factory. Her feet found their way to a secret drop down into the basement where one of the organization's many bases was located.

Her mind was still in turmoil and she was only looking for a zentai for herself. Christine knew exactly where the costume storage and locker room were.

When she came around the corner, she saw the ranger who had saved her. Christine immediately came to her senses and hid around the corner. The ranger slowly crept toward the combatant who was standing with his back to her. Christine's eyes glazed over when she saw the suit again, the gloves that protected her hands, the boots that made it comfortable to move around in, the belt that held the weapon. Her pussy began to leak and her panties were soaked.

The heroine crept close enough, she grabbed the combatant in a grapple. The combatant only had time to squeak as the heroine snapped her neck the next second. There was a distinctive crunch. The poor girl's body began to tremble in her grasp. Grabbing her tightly, the heroine dragged her into the next room, which was the locker room.

Christine crept closer and peered through the door crack. It was a room full of iron lockers. Where combatants could change their suit for a new one, or change into their everyday clothes to sabotage. But usually the combatants never took off their zentai again, whether this was due to the fact that many of them didn't live long was an open question.

The heroine opened the first locker she could find and roughly shoved the girl's corpse in there. She closed the locker door and walked purposefully out the other door into the next room.

Christine waited a little longer until she heard the sounds of fighting and shouting from the other combatants. She entered the locker room. It was surprisingly clean and empty, as if no one had been in here for a long time. But she wanted to take her black zentai first, because her pussy was itching more and more, and her gym shorts were rubbing her intimate place.

She started to open the cupboards, but they were all empty. So she opened the next locker she saw, the corpse of the girl who had just been stuffed in there fell on her. Her head was turned 120 degrees and her neck was in a terrible state. Christina didn't even have time to be frightened, as the friction of the material against her skin was enough to bring her closer to orgasm than ever before. She involuntarily pressed the still warm corpse closer to her, the smell of sweat from the long wear hit her nose.

Closing her eyes, she imagined being caught again by members of the evil organization and being played with. As she fantasized, she kissed the combatant on the lips through the mask. Christine lay on the floor with her in her arms, hugging her like a pillow, which in fact she could only be in this case. She played with her breasts, whose nipples were still sticking out through the costume and whose crotch was moist.

"I can't take it anymore... I'll borrow it from you..."

As if in a trance, Christine found the clasp on her back and pulled it down. Her long golden hair spilled out. She pulled the mask off her face, exposing her horrified face. But Christine didn't care about any of the people there, she was only interested in the costume she wore. Slowly, pulling every part of her body out of that zentai she undressed her. Gloves, boots, belt, it all ended up on the cold floor.

Christina was so obsessed that she didn't even notice that she was undressing her friend from university. She had no idea that she had been kidnapped just like her.

Removing the zentai from the corpse she instantly lost any interest in it. The abyss of the suit stared into Christine's eyes. She pressed the suit against herself, the smell of the suit mingled with her body odors creating a unique scent, it was as if her brain had short-circuited, but she still couldn't cum.

"Just once..."

She slipped her foot into the pant leg of her suit.

"I'll just wear it once..."

She pulled the suit up to her waist. The wet crotch of the suit came in contact with hers, and it was as if an electric shock ran through her again.

"I'm not a combatant... I just like their zentai suits..."

She ran her hand down her sleeve.

"I'll just put it on and take it off immediately...ahhhh..."

She reached out with her other hand and held the mask in front of her.

"I'll just put on..."

She brought the mask up to her face.

"And I'll never take it off..."

Her face contorted into a crazy smile from ear to ear. And she hid it as soon as possible behind a thick mask, behind which no one would be able to see the real Christina anymore. But even under the mask you could see her smiling wickedly.

"This is my costume now..."

She zipped up the zipper on her back.

"I'll never take it off..."

She put gloves on her hands.

"I am a member of the evil organization Zao Gaoungen..."

She put on her boots.

"I pledge my eternal loyalty to the organization!"

Buckling her belt with her sword hanging from it, she stood in the middle of the room. The lightning seemed to disappear from her back, sealing her inside. She raised her hand to salute.

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And then she finally reached catharsis.

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Zentai was able to connect with her nervous system and the pleasure part of her brain was unlocked. She was rewarded for her prolonged abstinence.

A stream of water gushed from her pussy, which spilled inside her suit flowing down her thighs. She grabbed her head with her hands and stuck her tongue out of her mouth. She screamed like a beast. Christine ceased to be human at that moment, she was now nothing more than a combatant of an evil organization, a faceless fighter.

Zentai soaked up her juices and clenched even tighter on her body, pressing harder and harder as if the air was being pumped out of her. Her nipples, her vagina, her buttocks were becoming even more pronounced. And even the mask squeezed her face so tightly that her facial features became visible.

But the harder the suit squeezed her inside it, the harder it made her cum. She wasn't human anymore, all she could think about was pleasure. The suit she would probably never be able to take off again.

Eventually after a long orgasm she just passed out, her arms hanging limply, her head drooping. A small puddle had long since formed beneath her, the juices that the suit had not had time to absorb.

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The heroine returned to the room as she heard strange screams behind her. In the room she found the combatant fondling his body and smiling maniacally under the mask. On the floor lay the corpse of a girl with her neck snapped. Seeing the intruder, the combatant drew his weapon. The heroine got into a fighting stance.

Without thinking long, the combatant pounced on the heroine with a scream:

"Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!"

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