The girl wants to wear that black zentai so badly

In the light of day, under the rays of the summer sun, a fight to the **** broke out in the park. Black humanoid female figures tried to surround the Ranger. In their hands were one-handed jagged swords, and there was an incessant squealing sound coming from them.

One of the combatants launched a reckless attack on the heroine, his swing was parried and uppercut followed. Bones crunching. The humanoid figure flew into the air and fell to the ground.

Everyone else flinched and looked fearfully at the squirming combatant on the ground. It was clearly a woman in her twenties, her body shaking for a while, but soon it stopped moving. Her body, as well as the bodies of all the other combatants, were covered in suits commonly referred to as zentai. They covered a person's entire body from toes to top, erasing their personality and individuality. In normal people, it became a separate subculture. But a secret evil organization used this meaning too literally.

The members of the organization were ordinary people who were forcibly dressed in specially designed black zentai suits. To the touch, they were made of very high quality cotton, thick and dense enough to hide the skin of the wearer. Vision was slightly blurred and breathing was a little difficult, in hot weather often their entire suit would become damp, especially around the mouth, back of the neck, breasts, armpits and crotch area. Women's nipples often became erect in cold weather conditions or under **** arousal, as the suits fit their bodies very, very tightly, you could often see them protruding through the fabric of the suit. But when worn for long periods of time, the woman's body sweated profusely in it, a situation exacerbated by the latex black gloves and black heeled boots.

The combatants began to hesitate and looked around haphazardly in fear. But suddenly they froze and then let out a loud squeal of pleasure. Now all of them without exception ran recklessly towards the heroine as if something clicked in their brains. The heroine banged her iron fists and stood up in a stance.

"Show me what you got!!!"

It was one thing to put a costume on a girl, but they had to be controlled somehow. Girls were best suited for this because of the possibility of multi-orgasms, in the case of boys this method was less effective, so the organization recruited only girls.

The costume had a special effect on their nervous system, causing their brains to produce the same hormones as when they masturbated. Even without masturbating directly, the girls were in a constant state of arousal. And those who also physically masturbated became loyal to the organization even faster. Some broke down immediately, some in a day, some in two. But those who survive this **** simply don't exist. The human brain cannot withstand such a flood of uncontrollable emotions. A women has nothing left but to follow orders that will continue to give them pleasure. After that, it was impossible or very difficult to bring them back.

There were more and more nylon-clad female bodies lying motionless on the ground. The last heroine threw the last one into the fountain, and the combatant fell face first into the water. The suit in the first place was made of fabric with poor air permeability. The water clogged the loose pores of the suit and the young girl began to ****, even pulling her head out of the water, the material stuck to her face clearly showing all the features of her face. Her tiny nose that was trying to breathe in oxygen, the outline of her eyes, and her wide open mouth. You could see the terror and fear she felt. She had no sooner pulled the mask away from her face than the heroine stepped on the back of her head with her foot, pressing her to the bottom of the fountain. She got the most painful ****. Bubbles rose haphazardly to the surface of the water, but her movements slowed down with each passing second until they stopped completely. The heroine simply removed her foot and didn't even bother to pull her out of the water.

"It's over."

The heroine looked around at the field around her, strewn with the bodies of defeated combatants. They were weapons in the hands of an organization that could no longer be saved, so she dealt with them uncompromisingly.

"Ahhh... Help me... please... help…"

The heroine turned around and saw one of the combatants squirming on the ground. Her mask was torn and half of her face was visible. The suit itself was torn in various places exposing one of her nipples, part of her stomach and the thighs of her left leg. She swiftly approached her preparing to finish her off. She immediately started crying.

"Please don't kill me! I'm just an ordinary student!" - she cried through her tears - "I was kidnapped and dressed in this stupid suit just yesterday... don't kill me... I didn't do anything wrong!"

The heroine unclenched her fist and sat down beside her on her knees.

"I see you've kept your sanity."

She continued to cry, wiping tears from the open half of her face. The other half of her face under the mask was already wet, including from her drooling and snotting.

"Let's try to get that suit off you..."

The heroine turned her back and immediately noticed the clasp on her back. In one motion she opened it, creating a slit on her back. She was completely naked in her costume, but without embarrassing anyone the heroine removed her battle stained zentai with her bodily fluids. Beneath the faceless combatant mask was a very pretty girl with long brown hair. Her crying face looked childlike, and she covered her breasts and crotch with her hands as she continued to cry.

"Go home girl, as soon as you can."

She looked at her with gratitude in her eyes. She felt safe now, as long as she was around. But she realized once again that she had to get out of here when she saw the destruction she had caused with her former comrades. She stood up, still inept at covering her private parts.

"Thank you Ranger! Thank you so much, my hero!"

The mask's black visor concealed the heroine's face, and her protective suit hid every inch of her skin, but it was obvious that inside was a trim and confident woman.

"I'm no hero. I don't have a goal to save anyone. I just want ****. For my family. For my husband and my son."

Her family was brutally murdered by ordinary combatants during a terrorist attack on a shopping mall. Many civilians had been killed, and she had only survived because she had gone shopping in another department. She saw with her own eyes how those girls in black suits killed her family without any pity. After that day, she began to secretly fight them by developing her own costume and equipment to do so.

She clenched her fist, and without another word, walked forward with a confident gait. The girl stared at her mesmerized for a while, but then decided that she should hide in her apartment.

The door to the girl's room was still open. The girl's name was Christina and she was a biology student. She closed the door behind her and turned on the light. Everything was still the same as yesterday...