It's Cumslave!

It was really messy in her mind. She felt violated, disoriented and robbed of something valuable, but she already forgot what it was.

The girl stood up in front of the mirror. Somehow, the ballet boots felt natural, like that was the only way to walk she ever knew. She spun around before the mirror, noting that the collar was even thicker, and the letters even brighter, and her body got a little curvier, continuing her integration with it.

"Cumslave. That must be your name!"

"Cumslave!" — the girl uttered, watching her lips spell it out.

A new intrusive thought entered through the open gates of her mind.

"This body is out in the cold. It should be contained. I know where to find the perfect containment. Come with me." — the voice whispered in a new, more direct tone.

Cumslave obeyed immediately, walking into the maze of shelf rows. The arousal from walking was accumulating even quicker than before, but this time there were no benches nearby, so she just kept walking. Whatever mysterious technology absorbed her love liquids previously did not work as well this time, and she felt cum leaking down her thighs and onto her boots, with her mouth gaping open, moans flying out of it freely — all without even breaking the stride.

Her lungs were consuming all of the rather fresh air around her like giant pumps, and she felt like this was still not enough, so she stopped and leaned onto a shelf to stop the hyperventilation.

"This is it. I think it's here. Tailored to your demand."

Cumslave slid up the lid in front of her and found a circle-shaped suitcase. It opened easily to reveal a shiny black latex catsuit. It was a bit different from the one in the story. It was hers, tailored to her demand, with enormous dildos instead of empty tubes for her mouth and ass and an Upgrader installed against where her pussy would be, ready to be activated. The boots part was also missing, as she already had a pair on.

She squealed from the excitement and jumped onto the shelf to have a fitting right away. The lubrication was present in abundancy, and the seams were open wide, so her entrance was very quick and doubtless. All she thought when her anal dildo was sliding in and pushing all of her limits was:

"I want to fill my mouth as well."

At some point the suit considered itself donned, and the seams contracted, dissolving into nothing after their service was over. During this stage, Cumslave discovered that the hood did not have eye openings and therefore took away her ability to see, while her gloves inflated, depriving her of her grabbing skills.

"Mmmphmph!" — she or, rather, it, checked if her speaking was gone too. It threw the empty suitcase away and shut the shelf lid to never be disturbed by the outside world again, finally contained in her eternal purity of lust.

The latex kept sucking out the air and getting tighter, especially around the waist, until it was vacuum-sealed. While it was messing around, the Upgrader also activated and started pumping inside the dildo. As soon as it acquired and started demonstrating its new skill of vibration, Cumslave came again, screaming into her gag at the top of its voice. Since then, the other dildos would come to life too, and the permanent resident of the suit never had a break of more than five minutes since then.

ENDING #53