Window shopping on the inside

While Wilma was getting her fill, so to speak, the other two members of her party were searching the other levels of the building. Gwen Takamura moved slowly and extremely cautiously through the displays on this floor. It was all clothing but unlike that which they had seen before. While there was nylon and latex here there was mostly rubber and it was mostly full body catsuits. They had built in high heeled boots and seemingly elbow length gloves and there again seemed to be no seam or way to put the suit on. Gwen was nervous she felt like she was being watched all the time and she had definitely heard voices whispering a soft message that she couldn’t quite make out, though it made her feel submissive, like she was below the others somehow and not just in rank. She found herself stopping by a display that she slowly turned to face. It was another all black catsuit though this time she examined it properly; especially the hood. There were opaque lenses for the eyes that were rather small. There were no defining features for the face just two small vertical slits where a humans nose should be. The more she examined the suit the more she was struck by the fact that despite the suit being for a female how muscular that female would be; also looking closer they would have no obvious facial features under the hood. Gwen shivered and she let her imagination run away from her, picturing herself being sealed in a suit like this and having the suit alter her as she wore it. She saw herself fill out the suit losing all facial features becoming nothing more than a sealed faceless drone for her mistress. Gwen snapped back to reality and moved slowly away from the suit, she realised she was biting hard on the knuckles of her left hand. She turned abruptly on her heels and headed toward the stairs.

Rebecca Hansen was confident, she was extremely capable and very brave. She had overcome alot of things in her life so far and she was proud of what she had accomplished. She knew she was the best pilot on her Squadron, she was the best shot, she was in the top five for tactics, she was good and she knew it. So why was she worried about what was here? She had felt something off since they landed, she had kept her distance from the others because she had wanted to grab Gwen and dominate her, physically and sexually; making her do such sexually depraved acts that she had turned away and stayed by the door incase her Commanding Officer and Gwen saw how she was squirming in her own heat and need. She felt a slight deference to Wilma who was her senior and an immense sexual attraction. This was all messing with her head as she was straight and did NOT swing that way, but when she let her guard down these were the thoughts slowly entering her mind and she felt uncomfortable.

She made her way through the second floor of the store, the clothing here was very similar to the ground floor but more fun and exuberant. There was colour to the latex and nylon and also fishnet catsuits as well. As she looked around her a flash of burgundy caught her eye and she walked over to a display that showed a red wine coloured nylon and fishnet paneled catsuit with a short, tight and very shiny latex dress over the top. Short latex gloves and knee high ballet boots of the same colour completed the outfit, though beside it was a very nice purse. She had an image of being dressed by a servant, no **** in this wonderful ensemble, the slaves rubber coated hands rubbing slowly and sensually over the nylon body suit, the latex twin dildo thong being slowly drawn up her legs and dutifully but gently fitted into her. Rebecca’s left hand had started to trce a line down to her crotch and was now slowly pressing down on her lips. She was internally cursing her flight suit and panties, though there was voice, clear in her head telling her to open her zip, to remove her suit, to try on the outfit in front of her. She holstered her pistol and slowly reached her hand out to the display when the sound of someone running up the stairs reached her ears. She redrew her blaster and moving slightly slower than she would have liked got to a position of cover where she could see the stairwell. Slowly taking aim when a voice broke over her comms on her personal frequency.

“Rebecca its Gwen I’m coming up now entering second floor.”

Gwen sounded a bit shaken.

Wilma lay in the pod basking in the afterglow of the best sex she had ever had with a tentacle equipped sentient dressing room. Actually the best sex she had had period. The voice told her that Vorvon sex was just like this, she would always feel like this after. Wilma felt the last tentacle slide out of her abused cunt and sighed, she looked over to her left and then down at her body. She was coated in the sticky residue of her incredible tryst with her phallic friends which were receding back into the walls and floor. She knelt up and rubbed her hands over her body coating it in the wonderful fluids, both the tentacles and her own, her eyes were closed in absolute bliss a hugely satisfied smile on her face.

Wilma knew she had to get cleaned up as looking like a cum covered slut would give the correct impression regardless of how amazing it felt. Then as if it read her mind the pod came to the rescue again the membrane slowly covered Wilma, sucking off the cum and cleaning her catsuit; it even did her hair. Though it gave it more body and styled it differently, a harsh top knot tied with a latex band. Though it was not from the actual top of her head but slightly back from it. Wilma pulled on her flight suit and opened the door to the pod, remembering at the last minute to put on her flight gloves to cover her now black almost clawed nails. She stepped from the pod and surveyed the clothing, her eyes settling on a severe latex catsuit and accessories, ballet boots, gloves and belt. There was also a bolero type short jacket to go with along with pouches for the belt. Wilma ran her hands over the catsuit and activated her comm link.

“Takamura, Hansen have you found anything?”

She waited for a reply.