Yes

Samus looks at the suit, the more she thought about being owned the more appeal she felt. "AI, you said this suit is meant to let someone else own me but who would that be?"

AI "There are multiple options, I can select another test subject by random or to your desires and have you brought to them in the station. If you wish to truly give up all control and your own rights I can also host an auction where the rich and powerful can bid to own you and I would ship you to them. Alternatively if you wish for a challenge I can modify the labyrinth into a survival challenge. I will fill it with people and traps that will try and break you or take ownership of you while you try making it to the exit where I would release you from the suit. If you choose this option you will be rewarded with a **** of your own."

Samus decides this is what she wants. "Alright, suit me up.". Samus strips out of her zero suit, leaving it in a bin as she approaches the platform. Robot arms extend from the ceiling undoing the zippers and straps of the bitch suit as the back opens up and the limbs are loosened. Samus kneels on the ground as she bends her legs and puts her knees into the suit. She leans forward, her stomach resting on the unfastened corset as she bends her arms and puts them into the sleeves.

AI "Are you sure you wish to proceed? Once I completely dress you there will be no way for you to remove the suit on your own and you will be at the mercy of those around you."

Samus "I agree. And don't be afraid to go as tight as you can." She says with a smirk.

The robot arms begin locking her in the suit. The arm and leg sleeves are first zipped up before straps are applied to make sure her limbs remain bent. Her hands and feet are slipped into pouches stiff enough she can't bend her fingers or move her toes. The suit is zipped up the back wrapping her and covering her skin before it tightens the corset. Samus grunts at the pressure but it does start feeling good as her body is bound. A robot arm holds her hair as it slips the hood over her head, it is adjusted so the holes line up with her face. Her hair is pulled through the ponytail hole and the zipper is closed. Samus feels the final binding about to close, the collar that will take her humanity and label her a ****. She feels the collar tighten around her neck making her feel **** as her throat is pushed slightly. She sees a small laser come out as a tiny arm holds the tag in place. The laser engraves 'Samus Aran' on the tag as she officially becomes Bitch Suit Samus.

A mirror rises from the floor across the room. AI "Please walk over to the mirror to practice moving around in the suit." Samus has to get used to moving like this, she slips and falls off the platform the suit was on. She groans but twists herself so she is back on her stub legs. She slowly makes her way over to the other side of the room, she is stuck moving a lot slower than normal. She can't help but begin to feel turned on as she is realizing just how helpless she is, she could never outrun someone like this. Anyone could walk up to her, pull her crotch zipper down and fuck her holes whether she likes it or not. Her pussy dampens at the thought. She makes it to the mirrors as she looks herself over, other than the name tag no one would she was actually a fearsome bounty hunter, just a pet **** to be used for peoples pleasure.

AI "Now you must make an important decision Samus. Who do you wish to be your owner?"